Pennelope and the Trapdoor (Harry Potter love story) book 1

Through the Trapdoor

Okay, but how adorable is Ron?? <3

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Right now we're in History of Magic, the very last exam. One hour of answering questions about batty old wizards who'd invented self-stirring cauldrons and then we would be free. Free for a whole week. When Professor Binns told us to put down our quills, I couldn't help but cheer with everyone else.

"That was far easier than I thought it would be," I said joining Harry, Ron, and Hermione, on the sunny grounds.

"I needn't have learned about the 1637 Werewolf Code of Conduct or the uprising of Elfric the Eager." Hermione said. Hemione always liked checking our exam papers, but Ron said it made him feel ill, so we wondered to the lake and flopped down under a tree.

"No more studying," Ron sighed happily, stretching out on the grass.

"You could look more cheerful, Harry, we've got a week before we find out how badly Ron did," I said frowning as Harry rubbed his forehead.

"Hey!" Ron snapped, but we ignored him.

"I wish I knew what this means!" Harry angrily burst out. "My scar keeps hurting - it's happened before, but never as often as this."

"Go to Madam Pomfrey," Hermione suggested.

"I'm not ill, I think it's a warning . . . It means danger's coming. . ."

"Harry, relax, Penny's right, the Stone is safe as long as Dumbledore's around. Anyway, we've never had any proof Snape found out how to get past Fluffy. He nearly had his leg ripped off once, he's not going to try it again in a hurry. And Neville will play Quidditch for England before Hagrid lets Dumbledore down." Suddenly Harry jumped to his feet.

"Where're you going?" Ron asked sleepily.

"I've just thought of somthing," Harry said as he turned white. "We've got to go and see Hagrid, now!"

"Why?" I panted , hurrying to keep up with Harry.

"Don't you think it's a bit odd," Harry said scrambling up the grassy slope. "That what Hagrid wants more than anything else is a dragon, and a stranger turns up who just happens to have a dragon egg in his pocket? How many people wander around with dragon eggs if it's against wizard law? Lucky they found Hagrid, don't you think? Why didn't I see it before?"

"What are you talking about?" Ron said, but we ignored him, sprinting towards the forest. Hagrid was sitting in an armchair outside his house, he was shelling peas into a large bowl.

"Hullo," he said, smiling. "Finished yer exams? Got Tim fer a drink?"

"Yes, please," Ron said, but Harry cut him off.

"No, we're in a hurry. Hagrid, I've got to ask you somthing. You know that night you won Norbert? What did the stranger you were playing cards with look like?"

"Dunno, he wouldn' take his cloak off." He said casually. "It's not that unusual, yeh get lot o' funny folk in the Hog's Head - that's the pub down in the village. Mighta bin a dragon dealer, mightn' he? I never saw his face, kept his hood up." Harry sank down next to the bowl of peas.

"What did you talk to him about, Hagrid? Did you mention Hogwarts at all?"

"Mighta come up, yeh. . . He asked what I did, an' I told him I was gamekeeper here. . . . He asked a bit about the sorta creatures I look after . . . So I told him . . . An' I said what I really wanted was a dragon . . . An' then . . . I can' remember too well, 'cause he kept buying me drinks . . . Lets see . . . Yeah, then he said he had the dragon egg an' we could play cards fer it if I wanted . . . But he had ter be sure I could handle it , he didn' want ter go ter any old home . . . So I told him, after Fluffy, a dragon would be easy . . ."