Drake (not the singer) in the world of Harry Potter

Chapter 5 Classes

I want to hear all about your first week. Send us an answer back with Hedwig.

Hagrid

Harry then borrowed Ron's quill, scribbled Yes, please, see you later on the back of the note, and sent Hedwig off again. He also invited us to go with him to visit Hagrid.

After we ate we made our way to the dungeons where potions class were taking place.

After we arrived in the potions classroom, Grea sat down next to me at a table. After getting settled in my seat I looked around the room to see the wall shelves with pickled animals floating in glass jars all around the walls.

After a couple of minutes Snape briskly walked to the front of the room. He then took attendance. After he called everyone else's name, the only people left were myself and Grea. and at this time he had called Harry's name before mine.

"Drake Pendragon, and Grea Dalinda. Looks like we have 2 more celebrities in the class." He said coldly.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making," he began.

"As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses.... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death -- if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." he continued.

After he finished talking the whole room went silent. At this point I was just vaguely listening to Snape. It's because I already read and memorized all the material for the first years, and because at a young age my parents drilled every subject into me.

After he asked Harry the questions we then got into pairs to make the cure for boils. There was also another group at the same table with us but I didn't know who they were. And because I knew how to brew this potion I was able to do it extremely quickly. I was able to do it on my own without needing to worry about Grea because she too knew how to brew this as well. So after 30-45 minutes later we were the first group to finish.

And with all my practice in potion making at home, I made THE perfect concoction for the cure for boils.

I then raised my hand to signal to the professor that I was done. He then came to our table to inspect the potion.

"Hmmm. Looks ok. But why didn't you help the other group that was with you?" he asked.

Before I could answer him he interrupted by saying, "Minus 1 point for Gryffindor."

He then turned his back and I gave him a quick glare.

'I'll get you back for this.' I think to myself.

I then turned to the group next to us and helped them out.

After potions we had History of Magic, which by the way, was extremely boring. So I used my original spell to send my consciousness into the alternate world. I also made it so that I looked awake even though I wasn't. And on the off chance Professor Binns asks me a question my body would just automatically answer for me.

It was now the end of class. So it was now 3 o'clock. After we packed our things Harry, Ron, Grea and myself made our way to Hagrid's house near the edge of the forest.

When we got there Harry knocked on the door. As soon as Harry knocked on the door a booming barks could be heard along with scratching sounds along wooden floors.

As soon as we could hear the loud bark Grea immediately hid behind me. I then hugged her as to comfort her.

Then an even louder voice could be heard.

"Back Fang, Back!" yelled the voice.

Then the door slowly opened and a large hairy man appeared. It was Hagrid.

"Hang on, back fang." he said while pulling the large black dog collar.

After he had pulled Fang away from the door he let everyone in. All the while Grea still holding onto me as we entered.

On the outside it was relatively big. But on the inside it was cluttered. Hams and pheasants were hanging from the ceiling, a copper kettle was boiling on the open fire, and in the corner stood a massive bed with a patchwork quilt over it.

"Make yerselves at home," said Hagrid, letting go of Fang, who bounded straight at Ron and started licking his ears.

After we sat down Harry began introductions.

"As for introductions, this is Ron," Harry told Hagrid, who was pouring boiling water into a large teapot and putting rock cakes onto a plate.

"Another Weasley, eh?" said Hagrid, glancing at Ron's freckles. I spent half me life chasin' yer twin brothers away from the forest."

"And this is Grea Dalinda and Drake Pendragon." he said.

"By God. Is it true? 'Re yeh relly pert of the Dalinda 'n Pendregen house?" he asked, surprised.

(A/N sorry for Hagrids lines. The parts where I add are gonna not be consistent.)

"Yes we are. And must I say it's a pleasure to meet Hogwarts Gamekeeper." I say bowing.

"My, yer quite polite. but as expected frem the heir ter the Pendregen house." Hairid complimented.

"Here, have a Rock cake." He said, handing us a plate.

The rock cakes were shapeless lumps with raisins, they were pretty bland and didn't have a lot of taste to them. As we ate the rock cakes Harry and Ron told Hagrid about their first week while Grea and I said a few things here and there.

The funniest part was when Hagrid called Filch an "Old git."

"An' as fer that cat, Mrs. Norris, I'd like ter introduce her to Fang sometime. D'yeh know, every time I go up ter the school, she follows me everywhere? Can't get rid of her -- Fitch puts her up to it."

Harry told Hagrid about Snape's lesson. Hagrid, like Ron, told Harry not to worry about it, that Snape hardly liked any of the students.

"But he seemed to really hate me." Harry said.

"Rubbish!" said Hagrid. "Why should he?"

After Harry read the newspaper he tried talking to Hagrid about it. But he quickly changed the subject.

"How's yer brother Charlie?" Hagrid asked Ron. "I liked him a lot -- great with animals."

"Hagrid!" said Harry, "that Gringotts break-in happened on my birthday! It might've been happening while we were there!"

"Hey Grea, want some Orange Juice?" I whispered to her.

"Um...Sure." she whispered back.

I then turned my back to everyone so they couldn't see what I was doing and pulled out a container of OJ and a small cup.

"Here you go." I whispered, handing her a small cup.

While handing her the cup our hands touched. Her face turned red and she quickly grabbed the cup and turned away from me.

'Why is her face red?' I think to myself.

"Are you catching a cold?" I asked her, feeling her forehead.

Her face instanlty turned redder and her face began heating up.

"Nononono...I'm fine. It's just hot." she stammered.

"If you say so." I said.

She then sipped her OJ in silence, face still red.

After talking for a bit longer we left his house and went back to the castle for dinner, pockets filled to the brim with rock cakes. Well, except me and Grea. I put them in my inventory.

On our way up I didn't notice Grea staring at my back from behind embarrassed.