Harry's Twin - Book One // Complete // Editing

Says the Slytherin

An hour later we knock on the door of Hagrid's Hut.

'Uh.. who is it?' he asks, nervously.

'It's me, Lydia! And Harry, Ron and Hermione!' I call back.

'Come in, then,' grunts Hagrid.

It was so hot inside- it was a very nice day, but Hagrid still had the fire going. He offered us all some tea and stoat sandwiches, which we obviously turned down. Hagrid asks what question had brought is to his hut.

'We were wondering if you could tell us what's guarding the stone?' asks Harry, blatantly.

'Well, Fluffy, o' course. Yehs know that.'

'No,' I say. 'We mean apart from Fluffy.'

'O' course I can't,' grunts Hagrid. I pout, and Ron begins to protest. 'Stop that rubbish,' Hagrid says, 'Look, I don't know, meself. Anyway, yeh guys know too much already. Wouldn't've told yehs if I could. The Stone is there for a good reason- it was almost stolen from Gringrotts- bet yehs've already figured that out, though.'

'Oh, Hagrid!' says Hermione, before I can say anything. 'You might not want to tell us, but you know everything that goes on in Hogwarts!' Hagrid smiles under his beard- Hermione knew just what to say, and the voice she was using was so nice, so flattering. 'We were more wondering... who's guarding the Stone. You know, who did Dumbledore trust... aside from you, of course?'

Hagrid's chest swells with pride. Harry, Ron and I beam at Hermione. 'Well, obviously he got ole Fluffy from me, he himself did something... and o' course, the other teachers. Let's see... Professor Sprout, Professor Flitwick, uh, Professor McGonagall. There's one more... who am I forgett- oh, wait! It's Professor Snape, o' course!'

My three friends and I looked each other in disgust at the sound of his name. Hagrid sighs and tells us that Snape's protecting- not stealing- the stone. But, I'm not convinced.

'And I presume you're the only one that knows how to get past Fluffy? You wouldn't tell a soul, I'm sure?' I ask Hagrid.

Only Dumbledore and meself know, don't you worry!' he replies gruffly.

'Hagrid... can we open a window?' Harry asks.

'Yeah,' agrees Ron. 'I'm practically dying,' I groan.

'Oh whatever,' Hagrid waves his giant hand, almost hitting Hermione in the face. 'We can't, anyways.'

We begin to ask why, when Hagrid stops us. I notice him glance towards the fire.

'Ha-Hagrid... that's not, um, a dragon egg, is it?' I sigh, pointing into the flames. There's a black egg, in the heart of the fire.

'Where'd you get it?' demands Hermione, straight away.

'Must've cost you a fortune!' comments Ron.

'I... I won it. Last night. Playing a game with a kind ole bloke. Down in the village,' Hagrid scratches his neck. 'I think he was glad ter get rid of it, honestly,' he adds, sheepishly.

'Once it's hatched, I'll feed it on a bucket o' brandy mixed with some chicken blood, every hour,' Hagrid pulls out a book. 'See, I got this from the library. I'm keeping it,' he nods to the egg, 'in the fire, because their mother breathes on them, so they can hatch, yeh see.' He looks at the egg with adoration in his eyes. He then gestures to the book again. 'Tells me how to recognise different eggs. Got meself a Norwegian Ridgeback!' He looks overly pleased with himself.

Hermione, however, looked livid. 'Hagrid, you live in a wooden house!'

Hagrid wasn't listening- he was too busy stoking the fire, to keep his egg warm, while humming a merry tune.

'Great,' I sigh, as we walk back to the castle. 'Another thing to worry about- what if someone finds out he's keeping a dragon in there- which is illegal, may I point out.'

'Wonder what having a peaceful life is like,' jokes Ron, causing my friends and I to laugh.

And if Hagrid's situation wasn't bad enough, Hermione has begun making study schedules for the rest of us- and it was driving us insane!

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It's a couple of weeks later, at breakfast, when Harry receives another note from Hagrid, delivered by Hedwig. It has only too words. "It's hatching".

Of course, Ron- and myself- want to skip Herbology and just go to Hagrid's, but Hermione won't hear of it.

'Hermione! How many times are we going to see a dragon hatching in our lives!' Ron complains.

'We've got lessons- we could get in trouble! Which is nothing compared to what Hagrid could get into if someone fi-' Hermione stops short.

Harry looks up, seeing Draco, and scoffs.

'Don't worry, Potty. I didn't want to listen to your stupid conversation. I wanted to speak to your sister. You know, my girlfriend?' Draco smirks.

'I don't know what you see in him,' Harry glares at me.

I shrug and stand up. I walk over to Draco. 'What's up?' I ask.

'I was just wondering, why were you consideri-'

'So you were listening?' I say pretending to be mad.

'No! N- well, okay... yeah,' he admits.

He looks so guilty, that I can't help but laugh.

'Hey! That wasn't nice,' he smiles, before kissing my cheek.

I put my arms around him. 'Says the Slytherin,' I smirk.

'Shut up!' Draco says into my ear, hugging me back. He suddenly let's me go, so I turn to where's he's looking, with red cheeks. Harry's standing there, with Ron and Hermione arguing behind. And, boy, is Harry fuming!

'See you later, Lyds,' Draco says quickly before making his way over to his friends.

My friends come over. Ron and Hermione are still arguing. By the time we get to Herbology, they're still bickering.

'Oh, shut up!' I say. 'Hermione, lighten up. Come with us at morning break?'

Hermione considers for a second. 'Fine,' she sighs, defeated.