Jinx Not-So-Malfoy

Chapter 22

HULLO!

So, I've been practising some Harry Potter songs on my clarinet, like Hedwig's Theme, Hogwarts Hymn, and Professor Umbridge. I LOVE playing them. So, after I'm like, pro at them, I'll upload them. :] Sound good? Okie dokie.

As you can see, when Draco is talking to Jinx, he isn't his usual swagger-moves-like-Jagger self. It's this brother/sister thing that I have going on. Siblings act different when it's just them then when others are around. Like when my brother's girlfriend is over, he doesn't bother me as much. 

Listening to an orchestra play Hogwarts Hymn. Freaken amazing.



 When we knocked on the door of the gamekeeper's hut an hour later, we were surprised to see that all the curtains were closed.

Hagrid called "Who is it?" before he let us in, and then shut the door quickly behind us. It was stifling hot inside. Even though it was such a warm day, there was a blazing fire in the grate.

Hagrid made them tea and offered them stoat sandwiches, which we refused.

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

"Yes." said Harry. There was no point beating around the bush. "We were wondering if you could tell us what's guarding the Sorcerer's Stone apart from Fluffy."

Hagrid frowned at him.

"O' course I can't." he said. "Number one, I don' know meself. Number two, yeh know too much already, so I wouldn' 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 abou' Fluffy."

"Oh, come on, Hagrid, you might not want to tell us, but you do know, you know everything that goes on round here." said Hermione in a warm, flattering voice. Hagrid's beard twitched and they could tell he was smiling.

"We only wondered who had done the guarding, really." Hermione went on. "We wondered who Dumbledore had trusted enough to help him, apart from you."

Hagrid's chest swelled at these last words. Harry and Ron beamed at Hermione. I sent her a mental high five.

"Well, I don' s'pose it could hurt ter tell yeh that... Let's see... He borrowed Fluffy from me... Then some o'the teachers did enchantments... Professor Sprout -- Professor Flitwick -- Professor McGonagall -- " he ticked 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?" I echoed.

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

If Snape had been in on protecting the Stone, it must have been easy to find out how the other teachers had guarded it. He probably knew everything -- except, it seemed, Quirrell's spell and how to get past Fluffy.

"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." Hargrid said proudly.

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

"Can't, Harry, sorry." said Hagrid. I noticed him glance at the fire.

"Hagrid -- what's that?" Harry asked. In the very heart of the fire, underneath the kettle, was a huge, blackegg.