In Between Two Worlds (HP/PJO Crossover)

Chapter 33: Home For Christmas.

"Nicolas Flamel? I've read that name somewhere."

Harry, Hermione, and Ron had just finished explaining their conversation with Hagrid to me and Percy.

"Have you heard of him, Perce?"

"How could I have. He's from Witchland, right?"

"Just wanted to make sure that he wasn't from our world."

"Do you always call the Wizarding World 'Witchland?'"

"All the time," he said.

"How about we search the library for Flamel after breakfast?" I suggested.

"Good idea. I'm starved." Ron replied, standing up.

We started to walk down to the Great Hall when we bumped into a large Christmas tree with arms and legs.

"Hi Hagrid! How are you?" Said Hermione.

"I'm good. How are you lot?" Hagrid asked.

"We're good! We're going to the library after breakfast to search for information about Nicolas Flamel!" Said Ron cheerfully.

"What? I thought I tol-" Hagrid was rudely interrupted by a slimy, smelly, blonde-haired git.

"I do feel so sorry, for all those people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they're not wanted at home. Would you mind moving out of the way? Are you trying to earn some extra money, Weasley? Hoping to be gamekeeper yourself when you leave Hogwarts, I suppose--that hut of Hagrid's must seem like a palace compared to what your family's used to."

Ron dived at Malfoy just as Snape came up the stairs.

"WEASLEY!"

Ron let go of the front of Malfoy's robes.

"He was provoked, Professor Snape," said Hagrid, sticking his huge hairy face out from behind the tree.

"Malfoy was insultin' his family."

"Be that as it may, fighting is against Hogwarts rules, Hagrid," said Snape silkily. "Five points from Gryffindor, Weasley, and be grateful it isn't more. Move along, all of you."

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle pushed roughly past the tree, scattering needles everywhere and smirking.

"I'll get him," said Ron, grinding his teeth at Malfoy's back. "One of these days, I'll get him--"

"I hate them both," said Harry, "Malfoy and Snape."

"Come on, cheer up, it's nearly Christmas," said Hagrid. "Tell yeh what, come with me an' see the Great Hall, looks a treat."

So the five of us followed Hagrid and his tree off to -the Great Hall, where Minnie and Professor Flitwick were busy with the Christmas decorations.

"Ah, Hagrid, the last tree--put it in the far corner, would you?"

The hall looked spectacular. Holly and mistletoe hung all around the walls, and no less than twelve towering Christmas trees stood around the room, some sparkling with tiny icicles, some glittering with hundreds of candles.

"How many days you got left until yer holidays?" Hagrid asked.

"Just one," said Hermione. "And that reminds me--Harry, Ron, Karlee, Percy, we should be in the library."

"Oh yeah, you're right," said Ron, tearing his eyes away from Professor Flitwick, who had golden bubbles blossoming out of his wand and was trailing them over the branches of the new tree.