Prompt #322: Tyrannosaurus rex. R.I.P. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
There was an egg in Hagrid's cabin that seemed rather too large to be a bird's. "Hagrid", Charlie Weasley, who was visiting, carefully started. He knew well enough that Hagrid's pets were usually far from harmless. "What is that?" "Well, an egg", Hagrid answered evasively, pouring tea for both of them. Charlie gazed at him quizzically. "Alright, I don't know exactly", Hagrid admitted. "A guy I met in the Hog's Head brought it back from an expedition to Southern America, an' believe me, he was not the kin' o' person you'd want ter see raise any baby." "Southern America", Charlie repeated, in his mind going through all dangerous Southern American beasts he had ever heard of.
At that moment, a crack showed in the egg's shell. "It's hatching!", Hagrid exclaimed excitedly. It took a while, and they sat there into the night, but finally a rather odd creature sat in the improvised nest Hagrid had built for the egg. Its head seemed a little too large, and its arms definitely were too small. It appeared to be covered in some kind of thin feathers. "A carnivore, by the shape of his teeth", Hagrid, who might have been silly about his animal friends but knew what he was doing, said happily and added towards the little creature who was just trying to stand: "Here's a good boy, come to momma!"
