The Protector

Detention

That night, we ran to Hagrid's. We knew that there was a Sorcerer's stone, and we wanted to get more information out of Hagrid. And we haven't seen Hagrid in a while. It was pretty dark outside. The only thing that helped with the darkness, was the moon. It lit our path so we didn't have to use our wands.

I had only gone out once at night before this night. I went to go read by the Black Lake, and I was sick of Pugface getting on to me about how bad my singing was. I discovered my spot, the willow, that night. Oh, the memory. I love that memory.

As we all approached Hagrid's Hut, I noticed how breathless we all were. We got up the stairs, and I knocked on the door. Hagrid opened the door, and he was in an apron, "Sorry kids, but I'm busy at the moment, so I cannot help you or entertain you tonight." He tried to close the door.

"We know, Hagrid! About the Sorcerer's Stone!" We all shout.

He stopped, "Hm," and he let us in. We walked into the living room. Harry and Ron sat on his couch. Hermione sat in his chair; and I sat next to Fang, who I had visited often. I was petting him, then Harry said, "We believe Snape has been trying to steal it for himself."

I rolled my eyes. They won't listen to me. It's Quarrel. They had not stopped talking about it for months now.

"I cannot believe you're still going on about him."

"Me neither," I said.

"We know he's trying to, but we don't know why," Harry pleaded.

"It's. Not. Snape," I said, petting Fang. I know my instinct, and it's never wrong.

"I think ya should listen to Bridget. And Snape's one of our teachers protecting it. Why would he try to steal it if he's helping protect it? Think about that as you head back to your common rooms," Hagrid tried to usher us out.

Why was Hagrid trying to get us out that fast? Why does he have an apron on? What is in the pot behind him?  So many questions popped into my head. 

"He's one of your teachers?" Harry asked.

"Obviously simple!" Hermione piped up. "You have more things protecting the Stone. Like spells, charms, jinxes, enchantments."

"Yep. And it's a waste of time for everyone in my opinion," Hagrid went back to work with the pot.

Hermione looked over at me and Fang, and smiled. Then Fang licked me. "Ugh," I comment, wiping it off with my robe. Everyone laughed.

"Nobody can get past ok' Fluffy. Nobody knows how," Hagrid went on. "Except for me and Dumbledore," he stated proudly.

Uh-oh...There he goes again.

"I shouldn't have said that. I shouldn't have said anything."

Then whatever was in his pot, started to shake and crack. You could hear it plain as day. "Uh, Hagrid?" I asked. "What is exaclty in your pot?"

He turned and picked it up with his mitts, when started to wince. I thought oven mitts were supposed to help with hot things. He brought it over to the table and placed it down. All of us got up, and walked over to the table. We all sat down in the old, wooden chairs; we watched as the thing shook and popped.

"A dragon egg?!" I turned to Hagrid.

"How'd you manage to get it?" Ron asked.

"I-uh won it off a guy at an Irish pub after a game of...not important," Hagrid stared at it for a little bit.

"Do you always get animals from strangers at puds?" I asked.

"Not all  the time," He said looking down.