A/N: Hey! Here's Ch. 3. PLEASE review this, cuz, like the other chapters, I won't post the next part until I get 25 reviews! So . . . please review. And, if you don't, then you're just plain MEAN!! :o) Anyway, read, and enjoy! * Note - thanks to Bianca for editing this for me! * :o)

Disclaimer: Almost everything in this story belongs to the wonderfully talented Ms. Joanne Kathleen Rowling. Lissy, and a couple other characters belong to me.


Harry Potter and the New Revelation
Ch. 3
Hagrid's Request

The next morning, Harry awoke from a night of pleasant dreams. As he yawned and stretched groggily, Harry pulled back his covers and walked over to his trunk. Grabbing out a clean set of robes, he quickly tore off his pajamas and threw them on. Muttering to himself, (as he was still half-asleep) Harry went off to the bathroom.

By the time Harry had emerged wide-awake from the bathroom with his contacts in, all of his roommates with the exception of Neville had awoken, and Seamus was busy trying to shake him awake. Neville, though, kept talking in his sleep, unconsciously refusing to get up.

"No - no! Please, Gram . . . no, please don't take them away from me again. Don't make me leave - anything but that! NO -"

Neville sat straight up in his bed quite suddenly, startling Seamus so much that he fell backwards on his backside with a dull thud.

Harry hurried over to Neville.

"Neville, are you alright?" Harry asked the scared-looking, round-faced teenager.

"I - I . . . Yeah, I'm okay," Neville stammered, his clammy face and shaking hands contradicting completely with what he had just said.

"You sure?" Harry asked him uncertainly.

"Y - Yeah . . . I - I'm okay," Neville stuttered with a forced smile. "S - See - I wouldn't be smiling if I weren't okay, would I?"

"No - I guess you wouldn't, would you?" Harry said doubtedly.

From what he had heard Neville saying in his sleep, he had been having a nightmare about his parents. Poor Neville, Harry thought, shaking his head.

His parents had thought to possess certain knowledge about the location of Voldemort after the Dark Lord had lost his powers. The Longbottoms had been tortured and their minds had been thoroughly searched by Death Eaters. They had survived the encounter, but the cost of it was their sanity.

The Longbottoms' minds had been so destroyed that they had to be placed in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Neville's Gran took him to visit them during the holidays, yet they never recognized him.

Harry cleared his head of thoughts of the Longbottoms and walked over to talk to Ron, who had just come back from the bathroom, looking too awake for as early in the morning as it was.

"Hello, Harry! How're yeh doin' on this gorgeous morning? Well, we'd best get a move on; we don't want to be late for breakfast - after all, we can't keep the ladies waiting!" Ron said in an annoyingly perky voice.

Seeing that Harry was indeed ready, Ron dragged him out of the dormitory and into the Common Room.

Harry rolled his eyes, pried Ron's hands from his robe, and followed him over to the large couch. Harry could see two heads barely visible over the top - one with curly, brown hair; the other with straight, pale blond hair. As they walked around it, he could see that the heads belonged to none other than Hermione and Lissy, who were whispering secretively to each other and giggling.

When Harry and Ron came into view, the girls' hushed conversation stopped abruptly.

Un-huh, Harry thought, they were talking about either Ron or me . . . or the both of us.

Harry tried unsuccessfully to contain a snigger when Ron bowed gallantly to Lissy and Hermione.

"Good morning ladies," Ron said formally to Hermione and Lissy.

Both of them fell into a fit of giggles.

Harry rolled his eyes at Ron, who grinned happily.

"They can't resist my charms, Harry ol' pal," Ron whispered to Harry.

Ron straightened, extended his hand for Lissy, and helped her to her feet. They started off towards the portrait hole, already deeply immersed in conversation.

Hermione, still sitting on the couch, looked expectantly at Harry. He caught on after a second, and offered Hermione his hand. Harry pulled her to her feet. He leaned over and gave her a little kiss on the cheek.

Hermione blushed and giggled.

They walked hand-in-hand all the way to the Great Hall.

Harry pulled her chair out for her across the table from Lissy, and she sat down. He took the chair next to her, directly across from Ron.

"Thanks, Harry."

"You're quite welcome. Hermione, did I ever tell you how stunningly beautiful you are?"

Hermione blushed a deep crimson and Ron choked on his bacon.

"What's all this about, Harry? You feeling okay - do you have a fever, or something?" he asked, reaching over the table to jokingly feel Harry's forehead as if to check for a temperature.

"He's burning up!" Ron said in mock horror, and then his voice turned sly. "Or, in Herm's case, I guess you could say, 'He's hot!' Isn't that right, Hermione?"

Hermione's face flushed again and she glared daggers at Ron. He didn't notice; Ron was teasing Harry about complimenting Hermione. Lissy did notice, though; she pulled Ron closer to her and whispered to him.

"Ron, don't bug them, okay?"

"Sure, whatever," he replied, not really paying attention to what she had said; he was happy she wanted him to be closer to her.

Harry shook his head. Ron had become incredibly agreeable on anything that concerned Lissy within the last day. It was actually quite funny, if you thought about it.

Just then, dozens of owls came flying into the Great Hall, in search overhead for their owners. Hedwig swooped down to Harry and stuck out her leg so he could remove the attached note. He quickly opened the note and read it to himself. Then, he showed it to Hermione.

"Here, it's not just for me - it's for all four of us. Hermi, could you pass it to Ron and Lissy when you're done, please?"

She nodded as she finished reading the note. Hermione passed it on to Ron, who handed it to Lissy when he had finished reading it. Lissy picked up the small piece of parchment that had been folded in half. The front of it read:


Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Lissy


She unfolded it and read the inside:


Dear Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Lissy,

How are all of you? I know you have Care of Magical Creatures right after lunch this afternoon, and I have a special favor to ask of the four of you: Do you think you could come to class a bit early today, please? There's something I'd like to show the four of you. Send your reply with Hedwig soon.

Hagrid


Lissy folded the parchment back up and looked at her three friends.

"So, are we gonna go?"

Harry, who was already scribbling his reply on his napkin said, "Yup. I wonder what Hagrid's up to this time."

He finished writing the note and tied it to Hedwig's leg, gave her his last sausage link, and sent her off to deliver the message to Hagrid.

Harry ate the last bit of his toast and turned to Hermione.

"Hermi, what classes do we have today?"

She took the class schedule out of her pocked and examined it for a second.

"Aww, we don't have Defense Against the Dark Arts today. That stinks. Well, first off, we have double Transfiguration with Ravenclaw, and then we have Herbology with Hufflepuff. Then, this afternoon, we've got Care of Magical Creatures with Slytherin, and after that we've got . . . well, I've got Arithmancy, and the two of you have Divination. Wait - Lissy, what did you sign up for?"

Lissy checked her schedule.

"I've got Divination."

Hermione looked at her as if she were crazy for signing up for Divination and shook her head.

Lissy caught her look, however, and explained, "Herm, at my old school, Divination was - by far - the best class, and almost everyone took it. I figured I'd keep going with it."

"Well, you'll be in for a good laugh," Harry told Lissy dryly.

"Professor Trelawney's a joke," Ron added.

"Hmmm," Lissy said and frowned.


Their morning classes passed quickly, and after a filling lunch of goulash, the four friends headed off towards Hagrid's hut, where lessons were held. All four had been taking guesses on what Hagrid had wanted to show them.

When they reached the door, Harry knocked on it. They stood there for a few seconds, and Harry pounded on the door again. There was still no reply. He turned to Ron, wondering what they should do, but Ron just shrugged. Harry stepped up, opened the great door, and walked inside with the others right behind him.

"Hagrid?" Hermione timidly asked.

"Are you there, Hagrid?" Harry asked a bit louder.

"OI - HAGRID!" Ron shouted.

Hermione, who was standing right next to Ron, covered her ears and glared at him. He grinned at her, and cupped his hands over his mouth.

"HAGRID - WHERE - ARE - YOU? ARE - YOU - THERE?" Ron bellowed.

Hermione cringed, and when Ron was done, removed her hands from her ears and punched him swiftly in the gut.

"Ooof -" Ron said as the wind was knocked out of him. "Her - my - oh - nee!" he said, pronouncing each syllable separately. "What in the heck didja do that for?" he asked incredulously.

"Don't yell in my ear again, Ron. And, I know for a fact that it didn't hurt as much as you're letting on. I didn't hit you that hard. Fine - I'm sorry - now are you happy?"

Her smirk turned to a frown as she looked around Hagrid's deserted hut.

"Where is he?"

"Where's who?" a deep voice boomed.

All four turned around simultaneously.

"Hagrid! Where've yeh been?" Harry asked.

"I've . . . Well, yeh see . . . uh . . . I guess yeh can jus' come outside ter see fer yerselves." Hagrid stammered excitedly.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged nervous looks. Lissy, who hadn't had any experience with Hagrid's surprises, just looked curious. They followed Hagrid outside and to the back of his hut.

What they saw momentarily stopped them in their tracks.

Sitting in a newly made pen were Fang - Hagrid's large boarhound - and another large, white boarhound. Half a dozen or so boarhound puppies surrounded the two.

Hermione and Lissy took off towards them at a sprint. Hermione suddenly halted right in front of the pen, causing Lissy to crash into her outstretched arm. Hermione turned back around to Hagrid.

"Is it okay if we go in there with them? Can we pet them and pick them up to hold them?" she asked Hagrid excitedly.

"O' course yeh can - go righ' ahead!" Hagrid answered her cheerfully.

Hermione and Lissy carefully climbed over the pen walls and leaned down, looking at the boarhounds.

Harry turned to Hagrid.

"How old are they?" he asked.

"Oh, they're 'bout five weeks ol'. Aren't they adorable?"

For once, Harry and Ron agreed with Hagrid that his pets were adorable.

Hagrid had a habit of bringing home ferocious pets (such as the Norwegian Ridgeback dragon, Norbert, whom he had hatched from its egg and the vicious, giant three-headed dog he had christened Fluffy) and saying that they were adorable and harmless - which was usually completely untrue.

Hagrid, Harry, and Ron walked over to the pen to join Lissy and Hermione. Hermione had one of the small puppies cradled in her arms and was cooing it softly. The one she was holding looked like its mother, with pearly white fur.

"What's her name, Hagrid?" she asked.

"I haven't given any of 'em names yet," Hagrid answered, stroking his chin through his enormous beard.

Ron and Harry stepped into the pen and each picked up a puppy. Ron's immediately began licking his freckled nose.

"Hey! Come on - stop that now! Hey! That tickles!" Harry said as a brown puppy licked his ear.

Lissy giggled as her puppy sniffed her hand.

"They're so cute, Hagrid! What're you gonna do with them all? There must be at least eight of them!"

"Well," Hagrid began thoughtfully, "I was kinda thinkin' that . . . yeh don't suppose that the four of yeh . . . would yeh each like to keep one?"

"Really?" Hermione squealed in excited disbelief, hugging the puppy closer to her.

"Yeh mean it, Hagrid?" Harry asked excitedly.

He had never owned a dog of any kind. Come to think of it, the only pet he'd ever had was Hedwig. The Dursley's had never allowed Harry to have a pet, and they sure weren't happy about his owning Hedwig. Harry'd always wanted a dog, though.

"What's the mum's name?" Ron asked Hagrid.

"She's Snowball. Isn't she a beauty?" Hagrid asked, his face glowing with pride. "Foun' 'er in Hogsmeade durin' the summer. Someone had left 'er."

"How do you know she was deserted, and not a stray?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Well, yeh see - she had a rabies tag, bu' she didn't have an ownership tag. When I saw that, I figered summat wasn't righ', so I brought her home. She and Fang kinda . . . got ter like each other. And then, 'bout five weeks ago, she had this litter of pups," Hagrid finished, beaming.

"So, yeh can each pick out a pup. Yer pup can stay here, with its mum and dad until yeh leave at the end of the year, and then yeh can take it home with yeh - or, if yeh'd rather, yeh can leave it here with me for the holidays," he finished, glancing at Harry.

"But, yeh should owl yer folks b'fore yeh get yer heart set on a pup. Yeh get a reply back saying yeh can have one; I'll let yeh pick out yer pup. Sound okay?"

Everyone was smiling ear-to-ear grins, and they all stammered their thanks, each hugging one of the baby boarhounds.
Reluctantly, they put the puppies down when Hagrid announced that if they didn't hurry up, all five of them would be late for Care of Magical Creatures.


The Care of Magical Creatures class went surprisingly well, as there were no interruptions from the Slytherins today. Hagrid had just allowed the Gryffindors and Slytherins to go out to the pen and play with the boarhound puppies for the class period.

It wasn't until after Hagrid had let them leave that Harry had noticed something.

"Where was Malfoy? I just realized that the Slytherins were quiet today - it's because Malfoy wasn't there to start anything."

"Yeah, and where was Krum?" Ron asked suspiciously.

"Who knows - and who cares?" Hermione said. "Just be glad that they weren't there!"

"Hey, Herm, who's Malfoy?" Lissy asked curiously.

"Ugh - you don't want to know him!" Hermione responded. "He's a little jerk from Slytherin who bought his way onto their Quidditch Team. Snape always favors him 'cuz Snape's the head of the Slytherin House, and he loves to call me 'Mudblood.' "

Hermione's eyes were flashing with anger by the time she finished with her last sentence.

"In other words," Harry said as he put a comforting arm around Hermione, "Malfoy's a little half-wit, jerk, wanna-be Slytherin git with a funny first name. Got any other questions?" he finished with a smirk.

"Yeah, what is his first name?" Lissy said, laughing.

Hermione, Ron, and Harry looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Draco. His name is Draco Malfoy," Ron said through his laughter.

"That is a funny name. What were his parents thinking?" Lissy giggled as they climbed up a set of stairs.

"For your information, the name Draco means Dragon in Latin," a shrewd-sounding voice intoned.

The Harry, Ron, and Hermione whipped around, Harry and Ron's hands going immediately to the wands in their pockets. They pulled them out and held their wands in front of them, pointing them at Draco Malfoy, who was leaning casually against the wall of the stairwell behind them.

Viktor Krum was standing next to him, looking unsure of what to do. When Hermione glanced at him, he smiled at her.

"Hello, Herm-own-ninny," he said to her, and she blushed.

Hermione grabbed Harry's hand, and he squeezed it protectively. He looked down at her and smiled reassuringly.

"Well, well - who is this?" Draco said as Lissy turned around. "Another Mudblood to spoil the school, Granger?"

Harry struggled to restrain Ron and Hermione, but didn't have to worry about it for too long; Lissy stepped past them to face Malfoy.

"For your information, Draco, I am a pureblood, thank you very much - not that being a pureblood makes you better; you want proof of that, then look in the mirror sometime, why don't you?"

Malfoy sputtered and appeared as if he were trying hard to come up with a snide remark to throw back at Lissy, but his mind wasn't properly working. He retorted to glaring menacingly at her instead.

"Go back to class, Pretty-Boy Draco," Lissy spat at him, turning away from Malfoy and pulling her friends with her.

"Class - oh my gosh! I'm gonna be late for Arithmancy! And on the first day back, too!" Hermione shouted, now in a panic at the prospect of missing a few minutes of a class.

"Go ahead, Hermi, we don't want you to be late. We've just got Divination now, so it doesn't matter. Meet up with you in the Common Room later, okay?" Harry yelled down the hall after Hermione as she sprinted to her class.

Harry, Ron, and Lissy turned and climbed set of stairs after stairs, until they were finally at the top of the North Tower. They climbed up through the trapdoor and into the attic-like classroom. Ron hurried over and grabbed and an unoccupied armchair with empty ones on either side of him. Lissy and Harry took the armchairs on either side of him.

"That's Trelawney," Ron whispered to Lissy as he turned and pointed discreetly at Professor Trelawney.

Trelawney was looking even more like an insect than usual today. A gauze periwinkle shawl draped across the shoulders of her pastel violet robes and countless beads and necklaces draped over her neck and wrists. Her ever-present large eyeglasses made her eyes seem abnormally huge.

"She predicts Harry's death every year, the old bat. Don't worry at all if she 'foresees' your demise, too, okay?"

"Don't worry, Ron, I won't," she reassured him, patting his freckled arm.

Harry took Ron and Lissy's conversation as a chance to look around the room. It appeared to not have changed a bit since last year. Numerous crystal balls, candles, teacups and saucers, and tarot cards were strewn around the room on large, bulky shelves. As usual, Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil were huddled anxiously around Professor Trelawney, eagerly consulting a crystal ball.

Harry rolled his eyes. What a load of rubbish, he thought.

Seconds later, Professor Trelawney managed to tear herself away from Parvati and Lavender, who were now whispering excitedly about something they had "seen" in the crystal ball.

"Greetings, my dears," she said in her misty voice. "I am ever glad that my Inner Eye was incorrect this time, as all of you had a safe holiday and are back here with me today."

Ron groaned and Harry rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"Today, we will be starting to learn how to read the messages of Tarot cards. In fact, I will have a demonstration now, so I'll need a student volunteer to have his - or her - reading. So, do I have any volunteers?"

Harry and Ron immediately sank as low as possible into their armchairs. Lissy, seeing what they were doing, followed suit.

Lavender and Parvati, however, were on the edge of their poufs with their hands raised in the air as far as possible without leaving their seats.

"Oooh! - Oooh, Professor Trelawney! - I'll do it! - I'll volunteer!" Parvati and Lavender chorused, trying to catch their favorite professor's attention.

Professor Trelawney, however, was eyeing the back of the chair that Harry had sunk deep into moments before.

"Hmmm . . . today, I think our student volunteer will be . . . Harry Potter."

"Man! Why does she always pick me?" Harry whispered indignantly to Ron and Lissy.

Harry slunk slowly to the front of the room where Trelawney was sitting in the largest armchair of all, with a pack of Tarot cards sitting in front of her. He sat in the pouf across the table from her and sank as deep as possible, trying to disappear from the interested gazes of his classmates.

"Come, gather round, my dears. Observe what the future has in store according to the Tarot cards," Professor Trelawney's misty voice announced, beckoning to the rest of the class.

Lavender and Parvati hurried to get good seats close to Harry and Professor Trelawney. The rest of the class crowded in behind them.

Professor Trelawney shuffled the Tarot cards. She began to lay them out on the table in front of her. With the third card, she gasped dramatically.

"My dear," she said to Harry, "This is the card of Death . . ."

Oh boy, thought Harry as Ron sniggered in the background, this is gonna be a long day . . .


Later on, after dinner, Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Lissy climbed up through the hole in the wall behind the portrait of the Fat Lady. Immediately, they noticed that there was a crowd of Gryffindors bunched around a piece of parchment that had been posted up on the Common Room wall.

Hermione grabbed Lissy's hand and pulled her over to the group of people that were clustered over by the fireplace. She worked her way through the crowd with Lissy until they finally managed to get right up next to the announcement.

They read it quickly and emitted squeals of delight.

"Oooh! I can't wait! It's gonna be a blast!" Hermione said excitedly.

"D'ya think Ron'd go with me?" Lissy whispered eagerly to Hermione.

"I'll bet he'll ask you as soon as he sees the announcement! I really hope Harry will ask me to go with him."

She sighed.

"This is going to be soo romantic, Lissy!" Hermione said. "In fact, let's bring them over here now and show them!"

"Yeah!" Lissy said. "The sooner they know about it, the sooner they can ask us to be their dates!"

They squealed excitedly and hugged for a few seconds. Then, they dusted themselves off and started determinedly across the Common Room.

Hermione and Lissy hurried over to where they had left the two boys. Lissy grabbed Ron's hand, and Hermione grabbed Harry's.

"Hey! Whatcha doin'?"

"Yeah - what's this all about?"

The two girls momentarily ignored Ron and Harry and tugged them over to the announcement.

"Look," Hermione and Lissy commanded the boys in unison, shoving them right next to the announcement.

Ron and Harry leaned in close to the sheet of parchment. They read it silently:

*Important Announcement*

To be held on Friday, September the Fifteenth:

*Back-to-School Dance*
Back to School, Muggle Style

The Back-to-School Dance will take place in the Great Hall on Fri., Sept. 15th at 6:30 p.m.

The dance will be open to all students Year Three and above. * Students younger than Third Year may attend the dance, but only if their dance partner is in his/her Third Year or above. *

Classes will be let out one hour early, at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, to provide students with adequate time to prepare themselves for the dance and banquet.

The Banquet dinner will be served prior to the dance in the Great Hall at 5:30 p.m.

* The Back-to-School Dance's theme is Back-to-School, Muggle-Style. Semi-formal Muggle clothes are to be worn. *

There will be a shopping trip to Hogsmeade on Tuesday, September the fifth for those who don't own semi-formal or those who wish to purchase new semi-formal Muggle clothes, as a new shop carrying nothing but Muggle clothes (Muggles, Ltd.) was opened in July.

Harry groaned inwardly and turned to face Ron. Ron's face expressed what Harry felt inside.

"You guys are joking, right?" Ron asked Hermione and Lissy incredulously. "You don't seriously think that me and Harry are actually gonna go to this thing, do you?"

Ron must be thinking about last year's Yule Ball, too, Harry thought, remembering the dance that had taken place on Christmas. Harry had gone to it with Parvati Patil after being turned down by Cho Chang - who was going to the dance with Cedric Diggory - and Ron had gone with Parvati's twin from Ravenclaw, Padma. Ron had asked Fleur Delacour to go with him, and she hadn't even answered him.

Both Ron and Harry's experience had been miserable. Hermione had gone with Viktor Krum and, in Harry's opinion, had looked absolutely gorgeous. Harry had danced only to the first dance and Ron hadn't danced to any. Parvati and Padma had left them at the table after a bit, hooking up with some guys from Beauxbatons. Harry wasn't exactly eager to repeat the experience again, and from the look on Ron's face, he wasn't either.

"What're you two getting at? Of course we're being quite serious. You two are going to go, aren't you?" Hermione said, frowning.

Harry and Ron exchanged a meaningful look.

"Ummm . . . we haven't decided yet," Ron said, smartly avoiding saying a flat-out "no."

"Hmmm . . . We'll see about that," said Hermione, a determined look on her pretty face.

Ron and Harry looked at each other again, worried.