IN WHICH Jackson Samson had grown up with owls, wands, cloaks and magic. He was a wizard. A brilliant one at that. Ever since he could remember, he had been waiting for the inevitable letter. The letter that would take him away from his home. At fir...
Book: Breakaway, Harry Potter Series Chapter 11: Just A Bunch Of Kids Word Count: 1221
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"I've always heard Hogwarts' end of the year exams were frightful, but I found that rather enjoyable." Hermione said, a cheery smile on her lips as she practically skipped through the courtyard.
Jackson slowly turned to look at her. Enjoyable? She found that enjoyable? The sound of her being so relaxed and happy made him fill with annoyance because he wanted to feel like that but instead he was freaking out because he thought he did terribly. Tests were never a strong suit for him. He would always get distracted and all the information he had learnt would leave his head, causing him to panic and once he panicked, answering questions was nearly impossible. "Of course you found it easy." He mumbled with an angry pout. He wanted her brains more than anything.
"Enjoyable? Speak for yourself." Ron added. She had been the only one confident in her exam. The redhead turned to his friend when he noticed him rub at his scar. "All right there, Harry?"
"My scar." Harry mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut and continuing to rub at it harshly. "It keeps burning."
Jackson grabbed his arm and made him pull his hand away from his forehead. "You're going to hurt yourself if you keep doing that." Harry huffed in annoyance and Jackson gave him a look.
"It's happened before." Hermione said.
"Not like this." He tried to scratch at it again but was not able to as Jackson's hold on his arm only grew tighter. "Jackson! Let go." He whined, trying to pull his arm away.
"No! And if you keep it up I'll drag you to the nurse myself." He warned.
"I don't need to see the nurse." Harry denied. "I think it's a warning. It means dangers coming... Oh. Of course!" He started to walk faster, heading towards something.
"What is it?" Hermione questioned, speeding up her walk to catch up with him.
"Don't you think it's a bit odd that what Hagrid wants more than anything is a dragon, and a stranger shows up and just happens to have one?" Harry began. Jackson looked ahead, seeing where they were headed was towards Hagrid, who was sitting on the steps of his tiny hut, playing a tune on his flute. "I mean, how many people wander around with dragon eggs in their pockets? Why didn't I see it before?" The four stopped in front of the man. "Hagrid, who gave you the dragon egg? What did he look like?"
Hagrid stopped playing his flute, looking at Harry with confusion. "I don't know. I never saw his face. He kept his hood up."
Harry continued, "the stranger, though, you and he must have talked."
"Well, he wanted to know what sort of creatures I looked after. I told him. I said, after Fluffy, a dragon's gonna be no problem." Hagrid laughed.
"And did he seem interested in Fluffy?" Harry asked.
"Well, of course he was interested in Fluffy! How often do you come across a three headed dog, even if you're in the trade? But I told him. I said, The trick with any beast is to know how to calm him. Take Fluffy, for example, just play him a bit of music and he falls straight to sleep." A look of shock crossed Hagrid's face and Jackson mouth gaped at just how easily the man gave away information. "I shouldn't have told you that."
Jackson looked at his friends, seeing they were turning in their heels about to take off so he was quick to follow, ignoring Hagrid's calls for them to wait. The four young students ran their way through the corridors until they came to McGonagall's office.
"We have to see Professor Dumbledore, immediately!" Harry yelled at the teacher who had previously been writing on a piece of parchment.
McGonagall looked at them over her glasses and said, "I'm afraid Professor Dumbledore is not here. He received an urgent owl from the Ministry of Magic and left immediately for London." She said and Jackson's shoulders slumped. They had really needed to see him and this was the time he decided to leave?
"He's gone?! Now? But this is important! It's about..." Harry paused, debating for a quick moment if he should let her in on what they know, "the Philosopher's Stone." He gave in. If she was going to take them seriously he needed to tell her the truth.
McGonagall gasped, eyes going wide with shock and she trailed off, "how do you know..."
"Someone's going to try and steal it." Harry said.
McGonagall regained her composure, straightening out her shoulders and gazing at them with dad seriousness. "I don't know how you four found out about the stone, but I can assure you it is perfectly well-protected. Now would you go back to your dormitories? Quietly." She waved them away.
They didn't have a choice on staying or not. They had disturbed her and she wanted them to leave. Jackson had thought that when they told her, everything would be fine. That they would be sent to Dumbledore and he would sort everything out. Even with him being gone, he though McGonagall would believe them. They had not reason to lie. He looked down at his feet as they left the empty classroom. Of course she didn't believe them. Why would she believe a bunch of kids?
"That was no stranger Hagrid met in the village. It was Snape, which means he knows how to get past Fluffy." Harry whispered. They were in the corridor now and though most students were outside enjoying the sun, there was still one or two hanging around.
"What are we going to do now with Dumbledore gone?" Jackson whispered back.
"Good afternoon." The deep voice made Jackson jump and whip around, seeing Snape stood stiffly behind them, nose up in the air and a permanent glare on his face. "Now, what would four young Gryffindor's such as yourselves be doing inside on a day like this?" Hermione tried to think of a quick lie but ended up stuttering and Snape cut her off, "you want to be careful. People will think you're up to something."
The whole time he had been speaking, Harry had been glaring at him. A glare so fierce that Jackson had never seen on Harry's face before. When Snape finally left them alone he elbowed his friend in the ribs with annoyance. "Could you be any more suspicious?"
"I couldn't help it." Harry rubbed his now sore ribs. Jackson frowned and looked back down the corridor, not seeing the black robes that Snape wore anymore. Even with him gone, Jackson was still tense, feeling like the teacher could pop up out of nowhere and catch them talking about him.
"Now what do we do?" Hermione asked. The three of them turned to Harry, waiting for his response.
Harry pursed his lips with a nod of determination. "We go down the trapdoor. Tonight."
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Authors Note: Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I think there will be around two or three chapters left of this part and then we are moving onto Chamber of Secrets. Don't forget to leave a like and comment if you want to.
