Hecate's Realm

Frank and the Hippogriffs

AN: Hopefully we can get through this part of the story where it's just inserting Frank into the things Queen J.K has already written.

This has been beta'd by the amazing xx ShamiksXa xx, so go check her out!

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"She hasn't been to an Arithmancy class yet." Frank scoffed down his food rapidly, eating and chewing quickly before following them out to Care of Magical Creatures that was taught by that half giant he still didn't trust. He, like Hermione, had good reasons to his beliefs. But on each side, there would always be someone that disagree.

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Frank still felt rather uncomfortable about heading to a class taught by a giant. Well, half-giant, to be fair. But when he'd fought real ones as a demigod, to consider anyone that had giant blood in them a good person? He hadn't met anybody like that yet, and he doubted he would at this crazy magical school.

As he walked down to his hut that bordered the edge of what he learned was the Forbidden Forest, he saw that he would be attending the class with the Slytherins. Draco was talking animatedly to a pair who must've been his friends, who were chortling.

Hagrid was waiting for his class at the door of his hut. He stood in his moleskin overcoat, with a large dog at his feet, looking impatient.

"C'mon, now, get a move on!" he called as the class approached. "Got a real treat for yeh today! Great lesson comin' up! Everyone here? Right, follow me!"

Hagrid strolled off around the edge of the trees, and five minutes later, they found themselves outside a kind of paddock. There was nothing in there.

"Everyone gather 'round the fence here!" he called. "That's it - make sure yeh can see - now, firs' thing yeh'll want ter do is open yer books -"

"How?" Draco said in a cold, drawling way. Frank had to admit, the difference between this Draco and the one he had met in the Room of Requirement was impressive, to say the least. He'd have to ask him about that when they met up again later that night.

"Eh?" said Hagrid.

"How do we open our books?" Draco repeated. He took out his copy of The Monster Book of Monsters, which he had bound shut with a length of rope. Other people took theirs out too; some, like Harry, Frank noticed, had belted their book shut; others had crammed them inside tight bags or clamped them together with binder clips.

"Hasn' - hasn' anyone bin able ter open their books?" said Hagrid, looking crestfallen.

The class all shook their heads.

"Yeh've got ter stroke 'em," said Hagrid, as though this was the most obvious thing in the world. "Look -"

He took Hermione's copy and ripped off the tape that bound it. The book tried to bite, but Hagrid ran a giant forefinger down its spine, and the book shivered, and then fell open and lay quiet in his hand.

"Oh, how silly we've all been!" Draco sneered. "We should have stroked them! Why didn't we guess!"

"I - I thought they were funny," Hagrid said uncertainly to Hermione.

"Oh, tremendously funny!" said Draco. "Really witty, giving us books that try and rip our hands off!"

"Shut up, Malfoy," said Harry quietly. Frank would also have to ask why Harry almost seemed protective of their teacher.

"Righ' then," said Hagrid, who seemed to have lost his thread, "so - so you've got yer books an' - an' - - now yeh need the Magical Creatures. Yeah. So I'll go an' get 'em. Hang on... "