Percy Jackson and the School Of Witchcraft And Wizadry (PJO/HP crossover/AU)

Chapter 22: Norbert the Dragon~Percy

After an hour and a nice little stroll, we made it to Hagrid's hut. It was strange that all his curtains were closed. I thought this whole trip was giving off a weird vibe.

"Who is it?" Hagrid called out before seeing it was us and letting us in. It was slightly muggy in there and Hagrid had a roaring fire in his chimney. As he made us tea he started some what I would assume to be small talk for wizards.

"That Chimera yeh fought awhile ago was sure somethin', Percy." Hagrid said stalling slightly. "Yeh also seem ter have toned down that blue."

I simply shrugged as he served the tea and offered us those sandwiches, but we politely refused them.

"So-yeh wanted to ask me somethin'?" Hagrid asked.

"Yes," said Harry, getting straight to the point. "We were wondering if you could tell us what's guarding the Sorcerer's Stone apart from Fluffy."

Hagrid frowned at Harry's question.

"O'course I can't," he said. "Number one, I don' know meself. Number two, yeh know too much already, so I wouldn't tell yeh if I could. That Stone's here fer a good reason. It was almost stolen outta Gringotts-I s'ppose yeh've worked that out an' all? Beats me how yeh even know about' Fluffy."

I watched in awe as Hermione began her flattering speech about how much Dumbledore trusted Hagrid. Hagrid's chest swelled at the last word's and the Harry, Ron and I beamed at Hermione. I would have to learn quite a lot more from Hermione.

"Well I don' s'ppose it could hurt ter tell yeh that...let's see...he borrowed Fluffy from me...then some o' the teachers did enchantments...Professor Spourt-Professor Flitwick-Professor McGonagall-" he counted them off on his fingers, "Professor Quirrell- an' Dumbledore himself did somethin', o' course. Hang on, I've forgotten someone. Oh yeah, Professor Snape."

"Snape?"

"Yeah-yer not still on abou' that, are yeh? Look, Snape helped protect the Stone, he's not about ter steal it."

I could tell what the other were thinking and I agreed with them. Snape was doing common strategy in spy movies. What he is doing is an inside job and it was obvious.

"You're the only one who knows how to get past Fluffy, aren't you, Hagrid?" Said Harry anxiously. "And you wouldn't tell anyone, would you? Not even one of the teachers?"

"Not a soul knows except me an' Dumbledore," said Hagrid proudly.

"Well, that's something," Harry muttered to us. "Hagrid, can we have a window open? I'm boiling.

Hardly boiling in my opinion, more stuffy, but then again I had lived in a relatively small apartment that heated up easily with a sucky A/C.

"Can't, Harry, sorry," said Hagrid. We all noticed him glance at the fire and Harry and I looked at it, too.

"Hagrid-what's that?"

From the giant, obsidian egg sitting underneath his teapot-thing and the books Hagrid had been looking at in the library, it was safe to say the thing in the fire was a Dragon egg.

"Ah," said Hagrid, messing with his beard nervously, "That's-er..."

"A Dragon." I finished.

"Where did you get it, Hagrid?" Asked Ron, getting near the fire to get a better look at the egg. "It must've cost you a fortune."

"Won it," said Hagrid." Las' night. I was down in the village havin' a few drinks an' got into a game o' cards with a stranger. Think he was quite glad ter get rid of it, ter be honest."

"But what are you going to do with it when it's hatched?" Said Hermione.

"Well, I've bin doin' some readin'," said Hagrid, pulling a large book, by my standards, under his pillow. "Got this outta the library-Dragon Breeding for Pleasure and Profit-it's a bit outta date, o'course, but it's all in here. Keep the egg in the fire, 'cause their mothers breathe on 'em, see an' when it hatches, feed it on a bucket o'brandy mixed with chicken blood every half hour. An' see here-how ter recognize diff'rent eggs-what I git there's a Norwegian Ridgeback. They're rare, them."

He looked happy, but Hermione simply looked concerned.

"Hagrid, you live in a wooden house, so unless you plan on having a long-term slumber party with Percy 'Waterboy' Jackson, I think you need to think this through."

"Hey!" I protested at the newly assigned nickname, as Ron snickered and Harry contained a laugh. But Hagrid wasn't listening. He was humming merrily as he messed with the fire.

We left and went back to the castle and I stayed up another late night trying to get the blue dye completely out of my skin. I convinced the others that I didn't need their help and that they should just go to sleep.

Harry was the hardest to convince to just leave me be, but I was happy to have such good friends. I eventually gave up at around 1 in the morning, changed into my pjs and went to bed.

'Draco sure is good at potions,' I thought slightly bitterly as I fell asleep.