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Chapter 2- The Hatching

Harry awoke several hours later completely rested. With the stone out of sight, it was out of mind for Harry. He dressed at top speed and ran down the spiraling staircase. He found Ron and Hermione in the common room alone. Hermione was busy knitting some hats and scarves for the house-efls and Ron had his head in his hands trying to do some of his homework. Both looked up as Harry came in and sat down next to Hermione.

"Hey Hermione," said Harry. "Look, I'm really sorry for yelling at you."

There was a long pause before Hermione decided to answer.

"It's OK Harry," she said after a while. "At least you're saying that you're sorry," she threw a glare in Ron's direction, but he was already trying to do his homework again. "Just try not to do it again."

"Alright," Harry said. Harry moved over to another chair beside Ron's and looked over his shoulder. "Hard?"

"Blimey it is," Ron said in exasperation. "What do you get when you mix an eye of newt with powdered beetles while cooking them at a boil?"

"A mild aphrodisiac," said Harry and Hermione together.

"Don't tell me you already have your homework done," said Ron with his head in his hands again.

"No, I didn't. I don't know why or how I knew that."

"Well Harry," said Hermione impressed. It was one of the few times he had been able to give the answer to a question, the first out side of a DADA class. "You obviously study more than I thought."

Harry didn't bother to correct her, he suddenly picked up Ron's potions book and tossed it to Hermione. "Test me. I don't care what the questions are, just ask me them."

"What is the antidote of most poisons?" asked Hermione, reading from a page in the front of the book.

"A bezoar, which can be found in the stomach of a goat," said Harry on queue.

"Good," said Hermione with raised eyebrows. "Next question: What is Golpalott's Third Law?"

"Golpalott's Third Law states that the antidote for a blended poison will be equal to more than the sum of the antidotes for each of the separate components."

"Wow," said Ron in amazement.

The rest of that afternoon was dedicated to testing Harry's newfound genius. He answered every question correctly, even the ones out of Hermione's advanced books. Harry was starting to wonder how he ever became so smart when Hermione brought him out of his reprieve.

"Hey, I'm starting to get hungry, who else is?"

"I'm in," said Ron, he hadn't managed to make a dent in his work at all since Harry came down from his nap.

"You guys go ahead. I need to start that homework."

"Suit yourself. You want us to bring you something?" said Ron eyeing the back of the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Sure, anything will do. I'm not that picky right now."

So Ron and Hermione had left Harry there as he walked up the spiral staircase to get his work. He wasn't worried about it being hard because he felt confident that he could pass easily. As he opened his trunk to get his stuff, he saw the stone staring him full in the face. Harry picked up the stone and sat down on his bed the same as the night before. This was the only logical answer; the only thing strange that has happened to him was this stone appearing. As he touched the ebony veins, he put the stone back in his trunk and gathered his stuff at left for the common room.

When Hermione and Ron returned from their dinner, they found Harry relaxing in one of the armchairs.

"Aren't you supposed to be doing your homework?" said Hermione accusingly. She hated procrastinators.

"Done," is all Harry said.

"Already?" said Ron in disbelief.

"Yep."

"But we were gone for maybe thirty minutes. It took me a full two hours to finish it yesterday."

"That doesn't mean it isn't done," said Harry in reply.

"Gimme those," said Hermione snatching up Harry's work and books. Ron and Harry waited silently for forty minutes until Hermione returned the books to Harry and sat back down.

"All perfect answers," she said in disbelief.

"Really? I didn't have time to check them," said Harry amazed by himself.

"Wow Harry, can you help me with mine?" asked Ron pleadingly.

"I thought you would ask that. I've left you a detailed amount of notes that you can study off of. I'm not giving you the answers though, that's cheating. But I will help you check over it when you're done."

"Alright," said Ron a little crestfallen, now that he knew he wasn't getting the answers. He sat down and looked at Harry's notes while Hermione was still sitting in shock.

"How?" is all she said after a while.

"What do you mean 'How'?" said Harry a little agitated. Was it really that unbelievable for him to be smart? Of course not. Smart overnight though, defiantly unbelievable.

"Yeah," said Ron looking up from his homework. "Did you snort some powdered dragon claw or something, because it's hard to believe you've gotten smarter than Hermione overnight?"

"I'm not smarter than Hermione," Harry said with a laugh.

"Oh, yes you are," said Hermione. "I hate to admit it but even I couldn't have finished all that work that fast. You are going to breeze through O.W.L.s and probably N.E.W.T.s as well."

The three stayed up late pondering Harry's newfound brains, at least Hermione did. Harry was helping Ron correct all his homework. So at around two in the morning, Harry got and stretched.

"I've got a lot of sleep to catch up on, so I'm gonna call it a night," said Harry as he left the common room to go upstairs to the boys dormitory.

Harry got into bed, having never gotten out of his pajamas and had a dream about a large flying object, circling his head in the clouds. He couldn't see the massive thing due to sunlight cast around it.

Squeak

Harry opened his eyes and jumped out of bed silently. Ron had come up stairs and was fast asleep, so were the others. Harry looked around the room for the source of the squeak.

Squeak

The squeak had issued from the inside of Harry's trunk. The trunk started to rattle slightly and another muffled squeak issued from it. Harry tiptoed to the trunk and opened it. All that was in there was his stuff and the stone.

Squeak

The stone itself had squeaked. Harry thought he was losing his mind, stones don't squeak. But stones didn't make people smarter either. Harry picked up the stone and his invisibility cloak; he had to get out of there before one of the others woke up. Harry left the room and swept the cloak over his head. He walked down the staircase and out of the common room. There was only one place he could go, The Room of Requirement.

Harry silently made his way through the corridors to the room on the seventh floor. He entered the corridor walking past the same stretch of wall three times. A door suddenly appeared and Harry ran inside. The room was empty except for a small pillow in the middle of the room. Harry ran to the cushion and placed the stone on it. It wriggled once or twice then stopped.

Suddenly, a nose poked its way through the stone, it quickly disappeared and just as quickly jabbed the inside of the stone again. As the stone was deteriorating slowly, Harry realized it wasn't a stone, but an egg. But an egg for what? Harry got the answer to his question as the egg burst open. What rolled out of it was a small dragon.

The dragon was no longer than his forearm and was a brilliant shade of green. Not like the common welsh that he had seen at the Tri-Wizard Tournament, but like an emerald, just like the egg. Harry also noticed the ebony spikes on it's back. The dragon squeaked again and looked Harry deep in the eyes. It had eyes almost exactly the shade of its scales. Harry reached out slowly and held it out to the dragon.

This wasn't the first time Harry had dealt with a dragon; he would never for get Norbert or the Hungarian Horntail. But this dragon was different, it seemed not tame, but safe for lack of a better word. The dragon crept forward and pressed its head into the palm of Harry's hand. Suddenly, a white-hot pain erupted from Harry's hand and he pulled away, looking at it. A white diffused oval had appeared on his palm.

"Ouch," said Harry scratching his hand, it itched like crazy. The dragon squeaked again and started scratching at the pillow. Harry realized that it must be hungry. I need some meat, Harry thought, but none came. Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration, thought Harry with another blast of intelligence.

"Stay here," said Harry to the dragon. He didn't know if it understood, but he left the room. He was planning on taking some food from the kitchens. So Harry headed down stairs with the invisibility cloak on and went down towards the dungeons.

Time Skip

Harry arrived back at the room with quite a lot of meat. Steaks and chickens and a twelve-pound turkey all laden on a cart Harry conjured up. He opened the door to find the dragon exactly were he left it. It let out another squeak as it saw the food. What am I gonna do? Harry asked himself when the one answer jumped in his mind.

Hagrid.

AN--- Two chapters in one night. Exciting. I'll try to post as often as I can, but no guaranties on it being a weekly thing. A few things to possibly clear up, since Harry is already a wizard, it would be stupid if the dragon gave him magical powers. So instead, I'm giving Harry a higher intelligence, heightened senses, and possibly the ability to speak the dragon language. Hell he can already talk to snakes. Plus a few more add bonuses that you'll have to wait for. Tell me what you think.