RAVENCLAW!

11. New Bonds

Harry couldn't believe it. What did Hagrid think he was doing? I mean, yeah, Dragons were cool. Didn't mean you had to go and hatch a dragon egg. Ron knew a lot about dragons, because of his brother, and he had said, that it was going to grow a lot and it would be dangerous to keep 'Norbert'. But it seemed like the only person Hagrid would ever listen to was Dumbledore and they sure as hell wouldn't rat him out to the headmaster.

"We have to convince him to set that thing free again",
said Hermione while helping herself to some pasta.
Ron, again, knew better.

"Godric, Hermione! You can't just set a baby dragon free in this area! The creatures in the woods would kill it faster than you can say one of those very complex and long words you love to use. And even if it would survive it will be very dangerous for everyone coming too close. We've got to think of something else."

With a learned gesture he snatched away the bowl of cheese right under Dean's nose. The others had just returned and were now enjoying their dinner. After two weeks of an empty castle, Harry felt almost claustrophobic at the Gryffindor table, now that everyone was back.

He looked over at the Slytherin table. Malfoy seemed happier with his friends around him again. Well at least he talked to them. The blonde boy hadn't spoken with anyone else since Christmas.
Harry had failed his self-set task miserably. He had not gotten Draco to talk to him again, instead he had only made it worse - he didn't even know how?!

After dinner Harry hurried to return to the Ravenclaw common room to finish some essays they had been assigned to do over the holidays. Maybe if his roommates saw him putting some effort into his potions work, they would change their attitude towards him.

'I'm a bearer of darkness.
I'm feared and often hated.
I'm a symbol of the unwanted,
An omen that leaves you jaded.

Some people can predict my coming,
But then you'll forever see
Things lurking around corners....
Are you sure that it was me?'
(Credit for the riddle goes to d.e.a.t.h.l.y_h.a.l.l.o.w.s  on Instagram!)

Wait what?!
Usually Harry had at least an idea what the answer to the riddle could be and by now he even managed to answer most riddles correctly but what the hell was this supposed to mean?!

Cho and her friends turned up and Harry told them the question.

"Oh, that's easy! It's 'The Grimm'!"

Yeah, totally easy. What even was a 'Grimm'? Well, he could always ask Hermione about it if it ever got important again.

"Thanks."

When he finally entered the first years' dormitory, he was surprised to see the others sitting around a radio set instead of reading or talking. Not so surprising was the fact that Malfoy was not around. He recognised the song. He'd heared it playing at some public places in the muggle world. Not that this was the kind of music Petunia or Vernon would listen to in their free time. Trying to start a decent conversation for once he immediately picked up on the topic.

"Hey, cool radio! Where have you got it from ?"

Anthony Goldstein looked up at him and answered.

"Michael got it for Christmas! It would also play wizard-radio but the connection doesn't get through the school wards."

"Wow, sounds like a great present. Um... who is that singer? I'm pretty sure I've heard the voice before."

"You don't know Michael Jackson? I thought you're living with muggles?"