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chapter 10

Voldemort.

Voldemort. Voldemort.

The name Harry couldn't get out of his mind ever since "the incident", the name alone seem to send shivers down people's spine for a reason that was unknown to Harry. Sure this Voldemort guy could be and was the murder who killed his parents but that just the words of a half giant and Harry was raised to believe his parents died in car crash. Besides what kind of name is  Voldemort? And most important of all why is he alive if he was suppose to be dead? 

Harry didn't know if he should be terrified and runaway from Hogwarts potentially with Draco, sit back and relax pretend he never saw the horrendous hooded figure in the forests or solve this whole thing potentially not with Draco. 

A part him knew that he was the one who needed to fix this. The Gryffindor part of Harry was desperate and impatient, the Gryffindor part wanted to march up to Quirrell or who ever was behind the hood and slap them in the face but the Slytherin part told him he was only 11  and a 11 year old boy shouldn't be dealing with this kinda shit.

"Harry!"

Harry glanced up from his transfiguration book to look at a very annoyed Draco. They were currently studying for there exam well Draco was, Harry had just there with his book open but his mind somewhere else.

"Harry, you need to stop thinking about him."

"I wasn't" lied Harry.

Draco gave him look that said 'why are you even trying to lie to me'

Harry sighed. "I just know something is wrong, Quirrell and the hooded figure they are somehow related but something is missing, something important. "

"Harry, I hate to say this but the stone should be safe with Dumbledore around. Besides Quirrell nearly got his leg ripped off I don't think he would want face Fluffy again and Hagrid is too loyal to Dumbledore to tell anyone about Fluffy.... unless... "

Unless Hagrid was intoxicated and had zero control over what he said, it easy enough to manipulate the half-giant when he was sober doing it when he when he was drunk was easy enough. It seemed suspicious that Hagrid just HAPPENED to meet somebody who liked giving away free dragon eggs that costs a fortune, and that somebody knew Hagrid loved dragons.

Screw the exams,Harry and Draco needed to know what exactly went down in the pub. 

Hagrid was standing outside his house with a empty bucket in his hands and Fang by his side, panting. Hagrid must have noticed them because he was now looking in their direction with a curious gleam in his eyes.

"Hullo," said Hagrid putting down his bucket. "Came fer a good luck visit  before yer exams ?"

"Actually we have something very important to ask you," said Harry. " You know the night you won Norbert from a stranger ? Do you remember what the stranger looked like?

"Dunno," answered Hagrid not caring much about the Question. "He wouldn' take off his cloak."

"It's not unusual, a load of funny folks at Hog's head. He might 'ave bin a dragon dealer , never saw his face he kept his face 'idden."

"What did you take o him about? Hogwarts ?"

"It's possible, I mighta 'ave said abou being a gamekeeper and about the creatures I took after.... so I told'em abou  wanting a dragon and all, everythin after that is blur 'cause he was buyin me all the drinks and then gave me the egg ...... so i told'em about Fluffy, he was interested. I told'em jus' by playin music Fluffy went to sleep..."

Hagrid's black eyes shot wide open, his face pale with realization. He clapped his mouth shut.

"Hey where're yeh going." Hagrid shouted after them, but Harry and Draco were long gone. They got what they wanted and that was all that mattered at the moment.