The Muse {An HP FF}

Chapter 15

Disclaimer: None of the Harry Potter characters in this story and most settings belong to me; this all belongs to the wonderful talented J.K. Rowling. Well except Armadi, she's a figment of my imagination. 

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"Hagrid, I'm not going to lie, but I think you over baked these," I said to him as I nursed my aching jaw.

"Eh?" He put down another plateful. "I bake em' like I always do."

Harry and Ron smiled happily and took small bites.

"See? Ron an' Harry like em'." Hagrid beamed. He turned around to pour cups of tea and Ron's expression changed to a painful one. I sniggered quietly.

"So how're yeh holding up with all of yer homework Harry?" Hagrid asked, referring to flying bet we had made.

"We let him off," I said. "He has enough to do, and besides, his stupidity might actually help Gryffindor win the quidditch cup this year."

"Mhmm," Ron agreed as he stuffed his mouth with a pumpkin pasty.

"Ron! You'll spoil your dinner!" I snatched the pasty from his hands.

"Hey!" He complained. "You're not my mu-- oi! You hypocrite!" I ate the rest of the pasty and smirked.

"Sorry, I'm only doing what's best for you won-won." He looked furious but then got an evil smile on his face. I squealed in surprise when tackled me off my chair.

"What's this Hagrid?" Harry asked as he picked up the newspaper on the table, clearly ignoring us.

"-vault 714.....goblins insist nothing was taken..." He mumbled as he read. "Hagrid!"

Ron and I both looked up from our silent wrestling match.

"What?" I asked

"Hagrid, that vault , 714, it's the one we went to at Gringotts isnt it?" He said excitedly. "It got broken into the same day we took out that package!"

"What package?" Ron and I asked in unison.

"What did you take out Hagrid?"

"Ah...er..." He looked uncomfortable.

"Hagrid, what are you hiding?" I asked trying to meet his eyes.

He stood up from the table. "It's getting late. Yeh lot should be getting up to the castle, classes tomorrow yeh know." He steered us out the hut. "Night." He shut the door.

"What the bloody hell is he talking about, it's not even time for dinner yet," Ron said in disbelief.

"Harry, why was Hagrid acting so nervous when you brought up the vault?" I shivered from the chilly October air as we walked back to the castle.

"I dunno," he said thoughtfully. "He was secretive when he picked up the thing too."

"What did the package look like?" Ron asked, taking out a bag of gummy licourice.

"Really small and lumpy, it didn't look like it would be something worth stealing."

"Maybe they broke into the wrong vault?" I suggested.

"No, these vaults are top security, and there was only one in the whole area." He stopped abruptly and clutched his forehead. "Gah!"

"What's wrong?" I asked anxiously.

"My scar...it's hurts." He winced.

"You want me to get Madam Pomfrey?"

"I'm fine..."