Star-Crossed Witch: Book 1

Battle For the Stone

The information that Harry and Hermione had found from their night in detention had mad problems more troublesome, Lord Voldemort is essentially the one who wants the stone. He wants to be able to return to full strength so he can finish what he started ten years ago, killing Harry. As Harry sat and worried we tried to ease his mind by distracting him with the fact that the end of the year exams were coming up and as long as Dumbledore was in the castle he would not be able to come in and steal the stone. Dumbledore is the only man that Lord Voldemort is afraid of.

Things seemed to have calmed down after the dragon had been sent off, and we finished our end of term exams. Now we were one week away from ending our first year, and lounging by the school’s lake watching the resident squid lazily back-stroke itself across the inky black water. “I am so glad the teachers have let up on the homework, we can finally relax.” Ron said between bites of his sandwich he had stolen from George.

                “Yes it is nice, but we still have to worry about Quirrel trying to get the Sorcerer’s stone. Do you think he will go for it while we are still at school or over the summer holiday?” I asked as more of a rhetorical question than one to be answered. We were finally getting a chance to relax and I did not want it spoiled by worrying about something beyond our control.

                “I think he is stymied for now, he has to figure out how to get past Fluffy and I do not think that Hagrid is going to tell anyone how to do so.” Hermione said matter of factly.

                Harry suddenly sat up from where he was laying and said, “That’s it!” Then got up and started briskly walking towards Hagrid’s hut.

                The three of quickly followed him confused and asking what was it, but he would not answer our question until I reached out and grabbed his arm. “What is it Harry? Why are we rushing off to see Hagrid?”

                “Isn’t it funny that the one thing Hagrid has wanted his whole life is a Dragon? Then one day a guy appears in a pub carrying one that he wager’s on a game that seems too coincidental to me. I bet it was Snape trying to get information out of him.” Harry turned around and started walking again.

                “Crap I didn’t think about that. If Hagrid let it slip about how to get past him than we are in big trouble.” Hermione said picking up speed to match Harry.

                When we reached the hut, Hagrid was around the back serenading his garden with a little penny whistle. “Hagrid, the guy at the pub with the dragon egg, what did he look like?”

                “Blimey, ‘Arry you four are no’ still on abou’ tha’ are yah?” He asked as he set down the whistle, “Besides, he kept his hood up and I couln’ see his face.”

                “What did you two talk about?” I asked hoping he would not say they discussed the three headed dog.

                “He wan’ed to make sure I could handle a dragon. Na’urally I said after Fluffy, a dragon would be easy.”

                Ron, becoming worried asked, “Did he ask anything about Fluffy? Did he seem interested in him?”

                “Of course he was in’eres’ed in Fluffy, how of’en do you come across a three headed dog, even if you’re in the trade? I told him tha’ the best way to handle any creature is to know how to calm’em. In Fluffy’s case, just play him a bi’-of music and he falls right to sleep…I shoundn’ ha’ said that.”

                After he said that, we knew we had to go to Dumbledore and explain what was going on. The only problem was, none of us knew right where his office was. Unsure of where to go, or where to look, we decided to go to Professor McGonagall’s office and demand to see him.