So this is my second fanfic. I hope you like it! :)! I'm not sure how often I'll be updating this one, because my first priority is Bella's Secret. But when that is done, and it's getting there now, this one'll be updated more. I'm not saying I won't update this at all until then, because I will. Just probably not as much as Bella's Secret. But you never know, I might.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or it's characters, which you can prolly tell by reading this.

Chapter 1: Ron can write? WHAT?

"Hagrid's back!" yelled Harry and Hermione. Ron looked up from his piece of parchment.

He can't really be doing Snape's essay, can he? Thought Hermione. They'd only gotten it yesterday, and Ron always waited until the last minute.

Ron glanced at the window and started writing again.

"Honestly Ron, what is up with you? This is the fifth time I've caught you writing this week! And it's only Wednesday!"

Ron was never going to tell Hermione. Or anyone for that matter. It was too...embarassing. He was writing a fanfiction. He knew it was a muggle hobby, but in truth, it was more amusing than he'd thought it would be. It all started with a dare from Neville...

"Ron! Ron! I have a dare for you! You'll never be able to do it!" Neville taunted. Ron glared at him. Neville knew that just because he'd said that, Ron would have to try. And he'd have to succeed too, or else.

"What is it, Neville?"

"Well, I dare you to write something over 10,000 words long! It has to be a story. You don't have to show me or anyone else though. There's an enchantment on this piece of parchment. It'll tell me when you've reached your goal. And if it gets too repetitive or boring, it'll erase itself. So make it interesting. Oh, and you only have two months." And with that, Neville walked away.

"Bloody hell, what am I going to do?"

"Alright, I'm done, let's go see him."

"What are you writing?"

"Nothing!" said Ron, hastily shoving it in an inside pocket of his robes. "Lets go already! Don't you guys want to see him?"

The three Gryffindors headed downstairs with Harry's invisibility cloak. It was, after all, after hours.

"Hagrid, where were you?"

"I was doin' somethin' fer Dumbledore. In Antarctica."

"Hagrid, what is that? Is that a...a penguin?"

"Well, o' course! Isn' she cute? I found her up there. She was all alone. I couldn' jus' leave her! 'Sides, she won't get bigger 'n this anyway."

"Are you sure? She's TINY!" She was a three inch tall ball of fluff.

"What are you going to name her?"

"I was thinkin' 'bout Nala. Wha'd'ya think?"

"It's perfect!" Shouted Hermione. "But, where are you going to keep her?"

"The lake in the Forbidden Forest. Dumbledore put a charm on it so it would stay the righ' temp fer her. It's all frozen now. But yeh hafta leave now! It's almost two!" Said Hagrid, ushering them out his front door.

They went back to their dorms and went to bed, dreaming about penguins the size of Kentucky.

The next morning, while in Transfiguration, they were blissfully unaware of the looks Malfoy was giving them.

Please review. I'd like to know what you think of this, so I can decide whether or not to continue this.

RQC(Random Question of the Chapter): What was your favorite TV show when you were five?