Chapter One: When Red Elves Attack
"I didn't want 'em to take the Serpent though!"
"Boo hiss, Hagrid."
"No really. They can't take my red elves."
"Shut up."
"You even think about takin' my little elves and Norbert will getcha!"
"Uh huh. I'm thinking about it."
"Go 'way."
"Really Hagrid. On command of the Ministry. I'm gonna take the elves!"
"NO YOU AREN'T!!!"
"I think Dumbledor ought to hear about this."
"All right. You can take 'em, Merlin. But don't do 'em any harm."
"Uh huh. Yet frankly, Hagrid I have no care what so ever about those brutes."
"Let's get 'em, boys!"
"AHHH!"
"Good job, my little red elves!"
"I'll talk this over with the Ministry!"
The voices faded and Harry crept closer to Hagrid's hut. Whatever was going on, it didn't sound good. The invisibility cloak's hood slipped of Harry's face, but he didn't notice. Suddenly, the door opened and a man in a long silver robe strolled out. He turned slowly toward Harry and screamed shrilly. "Oh my, the ghost of Mr. Dorian's mutated pig come back to haunt me! I really didn't mean to call you a fat bum of a pig! I'm so sorry!"
"What the heck Merlin?" Hagrid stepped from the door.
"Look out, Hagrid!" Merlin cried. "It's a mutated pig head!" Hagrid snorted.
"Probably just a red elf."
"AHHH! Help! I'm being attacked by a red elf!"
"SHUT UP, MERLIN!!!" Hagrid bellowed. "There ain't nothin' there."
"That's a double negative!" Merlin screeched. "You're trying to trick me!"
What's wrong with him? Harry wondered, still oblivious that his head just might be floating above the ground. Suddenly, a horned red creature appeared from the bushes. It carried a small pitchfork.
"Gimme, gimme, gimme," it squeaked. Harry couldn't help it. He screamed.