A/N - Harry Potter is, as always, stuck in the cupboard under JK Rowling's stairs, I get him out to make him (and his friends!) do things that you may not like!

Chapter 5 - Who are the other two?

Lily could see that Minerva and Dumbledore were waiting for the story. "A couple of years ago, we were found by a very odd house elf. The elf had been looking for Harry, god knows how he eventually found us, but this elf, Dobby, was determined that Harry wasn't to go to Hogwarts. We tried to tell him that Harry had never gone to, and was not going to go to Hogwarts. The poor elf had been tortured more or less into insanity, and we were going to try to ignore him and do what we could to help when he told us the story."

James took up the tale. "Dobby had been tortured by his master for as long as he could remember, then the master's son got in on the act. He had heard his master go on and on about Harry and the Potters, how they were the root of all that was to be despised in the world, blaming us, not incorrectly if we are being accurate about things, for the demise of their dark lord. Dobby had listened to this for years so in his abused mind he cast the Potters, particularly Harry as heroes. If Harry Potter had caused his evil master so much ire, then Harry Potter must be the embodiment of all that is good."

"Dobby had found out that his master planned to insert a very dark object into Hogwarts, one which would have caused chaos, death, destruction on frightening levels" said Lily with a sad voice. "Harry had taken the time to try and befriend Dobby, and unknown to us he'd covertly learned as much healing magic as he could, being all of twelve years old at the time, and was trying to heal Dobby of the worst of his injuries. That of course solidified Dobby's devotion to our son, that devotion manifested itself in Dobby committing what was, for an elf, the ultimate sin."

"Dobby brought the dark artefact to us." James' voice was sombre. "You can imagine the cost to Dobby. A house elf had gone against a known wish of his master. It killed him. He dropped the dark artefact at Harry's feet, looked up at Harry with what I can only describe as absolute devotion, and then died there and then." James looked around the room to see distraught faces. Lily and Amelia of course knew the story, but no matter how many times it was told, it was a tale which would cause tears to fall from the hardest of hearts. "Harry was devastated. It was that night we got a first glimpse of the raw power our son has. His magic was out of control because he was out of control. It was both awesome and awful. Lily and I combined our magic to put a containment shield around him, Harry ripped through it like it was tissue paper."

"James had to stun him in the end, and even then it took three stunners to subdue him." Minerva and Dumbledore's eyes widened at both Lily's statement regarding Harry's power and James' previous statement that they had managed to combine their magic - something which was legendarily difficult to achieve. .

"He really has that much raw power?"

"Yep. In a straight up duel your skills and experience would beat him every time, he's not some kind of superhero, but I guarantee he'd make you work for it, he'd do some damage. But we digress. Dobby brought us the artefact and died doing it. Harry insisted on digging him a grave by hand, he said that anyone who sacrificed themselves like that deserved the dignity of a proper burial. He wouldn't let me help, took him a couple of hours to dig a decent grave. Never been prouder of the boy than I was right then."

"What was the artefact? And to whom did the elf belong?" Dumbledore's mind was working overtime.

A shared look between Lily and James saw them reach a conclusion. "I'll answer the second part first. Dobby was a Malfoy elf. It was Lucius' plan to inflict the thing on the school. As for the what, it was a book" said James. "A diary to be specific." James' eyes locked onto Dumbledore's. "T.M. Riddle's diary."

This drew the reaction that James was looking for. It was subtle, had James not been paying such close attention to the Headmaster he could easily have missed it. "I see from your reaction you know who that is and by extension what it is."

Dumbledore nodded. More secrets that he didn't want announced seemed to be due for an airing. "When I first met Tom Riddle he was living in a muggle orphanage. He maintained a diary even then. I had long suspected that he had turned the diary into a horcrux. Where is the item now?"

"It's secure. Very secure. There are compulsion charms that you would struggle to believe imbued into the thing. I made the mistake of picking it up. It took two others to wrest it from me." James shivered at the memory,

"I would like to study the diary."

James snorted at the headmaster. "If you think I'm going to let that thing within a thousand miles of a school full of children, then I'd seriously worry about your mental prowess starting to leave you. And before you ask, no, I'm not letting you anywhere near anywhere we stayed, nor am I telling you where it is. Try any of your mind tricks and you'll find that not only are my defences up to snuff but that you will be on the outside looking in for everything else."

Dumbledore managed to look hurt at the suggestion. "Do you really think so little of me these days James?"

"Ha! Too fucking right I do." James had done well in keeping his language under control, but slipped back into habit as he got agitated. "You've had an agenda since before Halloween '81 and never once come clean to any of us."

Lily interjected. This was not the time for that particular argument. "We have not been passive in our absence from the British magical community. We have been working with experts, foreign equivalents of the Unspeakables to work out not only how to destroy the diary and it's taint, but to see if we can use it to track Riddle." Lily could see that Dumbledore was about to burst at that and held a hand up to forestall him. "We have not told anyone what it is, only that it is a severely dark artefact capable of horrific things. They confirmed the compulsion charms are so intertwined with the book they cannot be undone, but they did come up with some ideas, things that I've been working on to see if we can determine if we can use it to find Riddle as I said. What I have discovered however is even more disturbing than the fact that the abomination exists."

"What could be more disturbing than that?" Minerva finally piped up.

"We believe there are more of them."

- oOoOoOo-

Harry had been released from the infirmary in time for dinner. He'd made his way back to the head suite, thanks to directions from Madam Pomfrey and having found that his parents were still off doing whatever they were doing made the decision that he was going to head to the great hall for something to eat. If he was being honest with himself, he was hoping that Hermione would be there so he could assure himself that she was indeed still talking to him. Even if she wasn't it would be handy to do a bit of people watching and try and get an understanding of the social dynamics of Hogwarts.

James and Lily had occasionally told tales of their school days as Harry grew up, when they did, Harry was rapt by tales of the marauders' pranks, and was not shy in telling his father when Harry believed he had crossed a line from pranking to bullying. James took the chastisement on the chin, after all it was the Lily side of Harry coming out and his wife herself had not been shy in telling James that she would never have looked at him twice had he not done some serious growing up between fifth and sixth year.

Harry Potter was nothing if not a quick learner. Being jumped from behind muggle style (even though he knew his attacker would blanche at that description) was a lesson hard learned and Harry made sure that he was very aware of his surroundings as he traversed the ancient corridors of the school. He was aware of the stares and the accompanying whispers and found that he really didn't care. He didn't know any of these people, so why should he give a damn if any of them were whispering about him.

His marauder side would come out to play as he meandered his way to the hall, nodding and waving at those who were clearly whispering about him, each accompanied by a wide, but slightly manic, smile. Just as he had the last time he entered the hall, he tried to blend into the wall at the back by the door so he could spend a moment scanning the room. His glance over the Slytherin table saw two of his three attackers, Crabbe and Goyle. He suspected that he'd done more damage to Malfoy than the blonde tosser was admitting to. He also had a score to settle with the two meatheads. Hermione had said it was Goyle who punched him so he was currently top of Harry's shit-list, Crabbe was a close second.

He turned his eyes to the Gryffindor table and immediately saw Hermione sitting on her own again. A further glance saw the same clique as last time just up from another boy who was not quite on his own, but not quite part of the clique either. With a shrug, Harry made his second beeline toward Hermione. This time, the young witch had been looking around the hall herself and as soon as she saw Harry approach she broke out into a smile, one which the approaching wizard happily returned.

"Hey" he said, taking his seat and watching his crockery appear before him.

"Hey yourself. I went up to the infirmary to see if you were getting out but Madam Pomfrey had already released you. I looked for you but couldn't find you."

"I went to the rooms we are staying in but mum and dad weren't there, so I thought I'd test my memory and see if I could find my way back to the great hall. I was hoping you would be here."

Hermione blushed at that. "Why?"

"I wanted to make sure you were ok, and that well, you know, that you hadn't changed your mind about still wanting to show me around." The last part was largely mumbled. Harry for his part was wholly unsure as to why the thought of Hermione changing her mind made him feel so… so… he actually couldn't put into words what the thought made him feel, other than that it was something he wasn't keen on exploring further.

"You were worried about me?" The disbelief was clear in Hermione's voice. "You were the one who was knocked out!"

"Well yeah. You had been hit with a curse, one I should have seen coming and stopped, I'm still really sorry about that."

Hermione smiled again and waved off Harry's apology. "I should have been more aware anyway, it all worked out so don't worry about it."

The two continued chatting during dinner, getting to know each other a bit better. As he was eyeing up a pumpkin pastie Harry discreetly pointed to the boy on the periphery of the clique. "Who is that?"

Hermione looked over and saw who Harry was pointing at. "That's Neville Longbottom. He's a nice enough boy, he's never been nasty to me, he normally intervenes when Ron Weasley is having a go at me for whatever perceived issue he has at any given point in time. He struggles in most classes, but he's outstanding at Herbology, top of the year for that."

Harry nodded. "I know the name, my parents knew his. I should really say hi to him at some point. But anyway, would I be right in assuming that you are top of the year for everything else?"

Hermione blushed again, but accepted Harry's question as his being genuinely interested. "I'm top in charms, transfiguration, ancient runes and arithmancy. Daphne Greengrass in Slytherin is top at potions, Susan Bones in Hufflepuff is top in defence. Not much of a surprise, she lives with her aunt who is head of the DMLE."

"Yeah, I know, Aunt Amy is very proud of… Shit!" Harry clamped his mouth closed as he saw Hermione's eyes widen.

"You know Amelia Bones? How is that possible?"

Harry sighed. "I should not have said that. Look, I will tell you, but not here. Walls have ears and all that. Can you accept my promise that I will tell you more when there aren't so many people around and move on to something else for the time being?" Harry looked beseechingly at her which prompted another shy blush from Hermione along with a nod. "Thank you" said a relieved Herry.

"Hey, Potter". The voice called down from the end of the Gryffindor table. "Heard you got your arse handed to you by a Slytherin. You really are going to embarrass yourself if you let a dumb snake beat you!" The glee in Ron Weasley's voice was clear for all to hear. In his mind, Harry being suckerpunched was validation of all that he had grown up knowing - that the Potters were poor excuses for a magical family.

Harry just shrugged. "Anyone can get lucky when they don't have the stones to go at you face to face and have to rely on a sneak punch from the back. Hell, I'm sure that even you could win maybe one duel in 10 against a first year with that tactic. Maybe you should try it!"

"Like I'd need that to beat you. Why don't you join the duelling club, then we can all see how crap a wizard you are."

Rather than respond to Weasley, Harry turned to look at Hermione. The look was all that was needed. "Third year and up can join the duelling club run by Professor Flitwick. I tried it once last year and found out that whilst I can cast quickly enough, I tend to focus too much on getting the form perfect and lose, what was it called… situational awareness, I think your mum said that's what happened to you too, but anyway, I did ok, but never won more than one or two duels. I preferred to focus on the academic side of magic."

"Hmmm. Duelling club huh. I might need to have a word with Professor Flitwick to see if I could join in. I'm technically not a Hogwarts student, so I'm not sure if I'll be allowed." Harry then became aware that Ron was still speaking.

"Oh, sorry Weasley, I tend to tune out irrelevant background noise so I can focus on something more important, like Hermione here, or the sound of nails on a blackboard, or the sound of a duck farting in the water, any of which would be far more interesting than you."

"Whatever Potter, big words to mask the fact that you are a coward, a cheat and a loser. Why else would you hang out with the know-it-all."

Harry was about to unleash another verbal volley when the whole Gryffindor table was hushed by the sound of their Head of House. "MR WEASLEY. 20 points from Gryffindor for language unbecoming of a member of this house." Even Ron knew better than to challenge Professor McGonagall. "Mr Potter your parents would like me to pass on that they have returned to their room."

"Thank's Professor. You don't think you could have a word with Professor Flitwick when you get a chance could you? I want to speak to him about this duelling club thing."

McGonagall nodded. "That will not be necessary Mr Potter." She nodded over to the diminutive professor who had a broad smile on his face. "I am sure Professor Flitwick would have no objection to you participating?"

"Absolutely not, I was going to see about running a second duelling club for the duration of the tournament to invite members from all three schools, champions excepted of course, to pit themselves against each other, although the champions can face off against other students. Assuming your parents are fine with you joining in with the Hogwarts duelling club, I have no objections."

After thanking both Professors, Harry looked at his friend. "I'm looking forward to giving it a go. I've had some pretty intense defence instructors over the years, I'd be more than happy to pass on some of their hints and tips about duelling if you want. No obligation, but the offer will always be there."

"Thank you Harry" replied Hermione with another smile. Anything that would help Hermione Granger improve on any aspect of her magical knowledge was always going to be gratefully accepted.

"I'd better go and see what mum and dad have been up to. Do you want to come up to the room with me? I mean you don't have to but it would be nice if you knew where it was just in case you ever wanted to… erm… I dunno… ummm…" Harry was put out of his misery by another smile from Hermione.

"Sure. Your mum said she'd like to speak to me more, so it makes sense to go up and say hello just now if nothing else."

"She did? Can't say I'm surprised. Mum is very much a people person, way more than dad or me."

"You seem like a decent people person to me" grinned Hermione.

"Well, I dunno, I just, erm, yeah, anyway, wanna get going?"

With another smile, Hermione dabbed the sides of her mouth to make sure there were no crumbs and indicated for Harry to lead on. The two rose together and left the hall, neither noticing that several pairs of eyes followed them until they had left the room.

As they made their way up, Hermione pointed out several interesting things as they passed. Reaching the heads suite Harry gave the password and entered to find his parents sitting there. "Hermione!" Lily smiled at the young witch. "Been keeping Harry out of trouble?"

Harry's groan and Hermione's laugh kicked off the conversation as the Potters and Hermione got to know each other a little bit better. Before long however, Hermione indicated that she had to get going, she had homework to get done after all!

"When are you starting classes, Harry?" she asked.

"Tomorrow I guess, I will need to double check the schedule Professor McGonagall gave me."

"If you like, I can meet you before breakfast and show you where the classes are. If we are doing the same ones at least." Hermione couldn't help a light blush as she made the offer.

Harry beamed at her and accepted immediately, having a 'native' to help him get his orientation around the castle would be immense. He completely missed the look his mother shot his father, nor the sly grin on the latter's face.

The next day wasn't long in coming around and fortunately for Harry, gave him a fairly light introduction to life at Hogwarts. Transfiguration first followed by Charms with Arithmancy to round off the day. The first challenge would come the following day with Harry's introduction to Potions with Snape. He'd sat beside Hermione in all the classes they had shared, which is to say each of them so far, and had developed an appreciation of her academic abilities which were, Harry was honest enough to acknowledge easily, far in advance of his own.

From a wandwork perspective the two were fairly equal, if there was one having the edge, Harry just snuck it. When it came to the theory, the academic, cerebral, whatever you want to call it, Hermione streaked ahead. Professors Flitwick and McGonagall had both asked to meet with Harry before their respective classes to get an understanding of Harry's abilities and both were impressed, not that they expected much else from the progeny of James and Lily.

In Transfiguration, Harry and Hermione were clearly significantly ahead of the rest of the class. Hermione had of course read ahead all the way through Intermediate Transfiguration and to her surprise found that Harry could transfigure as well as she could. The same was true in charms, where Harry was, if anything, ahead of Hermione on the practical side at least. He had even spoken to Professor Flitwick about the practical application of charms in a duelling situation and the resultant conversation made the two students late for lunch - there was no way Hermione was going to miss out on a conversation which was, causing her yet another surprise, bordering on NEWT level.

It was a slightly different story in Arithmancy. Harry was marginally ahead of the rest of the class, but still a mile behind Hermione. The witch in question blushed at the praise she received from her newest friend and explained that it was her favourite class, just ahead of Ancient Runes. She loved the structure needed to understand arithmantic formulae, and saw how those formulae could tie into runes to create some really exciting magic. When Harry said that his mum was also a whiz at arithmancy, Hermione was even more excited to get to know Lily. Once again, Harry had stayed behind, this time to ask Professor Vector for recommendations for books to help him develop his understanding in a more structured way. He explained that his lessons in arithmancy had been either from his mother, or from tutors who did things in a different way.

"We have some time before dinner, if you want we can head up to the heads room, I know you will have some more questions for mum, and I did promise to tell you a bit more about what I was doing before we came to Hogwarts." Harry's suggestion was immediately taken up by Hermione.

When they got to the suite, Lily was sitting at the desk in the communal area writing away at something, whilst James was nowhere to be seen. Lily gave the two teens a broad smile. "Hermione! How lovely! I'm glad we didn't scare you off last night!"

"Of course not Mrs Potter, I enjoyed our conversation very much, in fact, seeing as I'm here…"

Hermione then proceeded to engage Lily in an in-depth conversation about arithmancy which Harry was first to admit was way over his head. Rather than get pissy about it, Harry was content to listen to the two chat away. He knew that his mum loved to have conversations like this, and that having had a limited circle of people to have such conversations with had made her sad. Regardless of whether or not Hermione Granger became a true friend or not, Harry would be grateful to her for giving his mum the chance to let her mind work.

For her part, Lily was already enthralled with the young witch. They had been in the castle less than a week and every conversation she'd had with Hermione had pleased Lily more than she could say. From her almost immediate acceptance of Harry to her helping him after the fight, to her showing him around the castle and providing her with some truly stimulating conversation, Lily was delighted. Hermione soaked up information like a sponge and asked some very good questions. Lily's understanding of arithmancy (and if she was being honest charms) was almost at Master level and whilst Hermione had yet to sit her OWLs, it was clear that she both loved and excelled at the subject. Lily had just promised Hermione that the young witch could come for more conversations whenever they were both free when James reappeared.

"Where have you been dad?" Putting down his book Harry spoke for the first time in almost an hour. His mum and Hermione had all but forgotten he was there, so engrossed were they in their chat. Both looked embarrassed.

"I had to pop back to speak to the other two." James voice was very much of the 'we will discuss this further' persuasion, something Harry wasn't having.

"Well now that you are back and Hermione and mum have finally exhausted every theory of arithmancy known since Merlin was a boy…" This prompted a blush from the younger witch and a pained look from the elder. "... I promised Hermione I'd tell her more about, well, us."

James looked at his son. "Are you sure?"

Harry didn't let his eyes waver. "She's my friend. You are the one who told us how many problems friends keeping secrets caused." James couldn't deny it, nor could Lily, so after calling on Trixie for some tea (for the two women) and coffee (for the men), Lily gave Hermione the same tale that the headmaster and Minerva had already received.

Harry looked abashed. "I'd pretty much let slip about Aunt Amy when I, well, called her Aunt Amy."

"I can't believe that she didn't tell Susan." Hermione was no gossip, but for something of this magnitude to be kept was surprising.

"You have to remember, Amelia was under an unbreakable vow not to reveal our survival, something we have now obviously released her from. I understand there were some tense conversations in the Bones household the past few days." Lily looked sad. "I hate that we had to do that, but we couldn't take a chance."

"I promise I won't say anything to Susan" Hermione was cut off by James.

"It's fine, we haven't told you anything we haven't told others, if Miss Bones approaches you with questions, you are under no oath of secrecy. I knew our return was going to cause questions."

"What about your education?" Hermione was looking at Harry. "You are clearly ahead of most of fourth year."

Harry shrugged. "Mum and dad taught me, as did the other two, and I've had some tutors in some of the places we were staying. We used aliases, the tutors just thought that we were a wizarding family conducting research, which happened to be true, from a certain point of view."

Hermione couldn't help but ask questions. "Who are 'the other two'?" She looked at the elder Potters. "Erm, if you don't mind my asking that is…"

It was Harry who answered. "Padfoot and Moony - Sirius Black and Remus Lupin respectively. My godfather and adopted uncle."

Hermone blanched at the name of Sirius Black. "But, Black is the…"

"Sirius didn't betray us, Hermione." Harry's voice was soft. "He couldn't. You are smart, you will know how important the role of godfather is in the wizarding world?" Hermione nodded. "You can be a godfather or a Godfather." Harry somehow managed to enunciate the difference between the same word twice. "If you agree to be a godfather, you have the option of just agreeing and that's it, or by taking a vow. Sirius took the vow"

This time it was Hermione's turn to ask a question with just a look. Harry smiled. "The vow is like an unbreakable crossed with a Wizarding Declaration. Basically, he vowed to never betray me or cause me harm. He steadfastly refused to take part in the practical parts of my defence tutoring just in case he hurt me and his magic saw that as being contrary to his vow."

"So who did teach you defence? I've never seen anyone cast like you did against Malfoy. I can only imagine you will blast everyone away at this duelling club"

"Uncle Remus, Aunt Amy, some tutors, dad a little... " Harry didn't get any further due to a pointed interruption from his father.

"Duelling club?"

Harry explained the premise of the club and saw that his dad was about to complain. "Dad, it's in duelling conditions, against students my age, there will be wards in place, restrictions on the hexes which can be used, it's going to be good for me, if nothing else I will get to see where I'm at compared to my peers."

James relented and with a look at his watch suggested that everyone ate in the room - their conversations had taken so long that dinner was almost over. After a quick invite to stay from Harry and an equally quick acceptance from Hermione, the four sat down and chatted over dinner, much as they had done the previous night before the young witch once again had to excuse herself to get back to Gryffindor Tower before curfew to do her evening homework.

Hermione had planned to settle down to rattle through some homework when she got back to Gryffindor Tower but no sooner had she climbed through the portrait hole, she was met with the sneering voice of Ron Weasley.

"Where have you been all day?"

"Why do you care?" snapped back Hermione.

Ron shrugged. "I care about your safety of course" his voice dripping with sarcasm. "After all, I'm aiming to be the Gryffindor prefect next year, so I need to account for the more wayward members of the house, even those who should have been sorted somewhere else."

That was one of Ron's default insults. In his mind, Gryffindor was the only house worth having, so saying that someone should have been sorted elsewhere was as much of a slating as he could think of. For her part, Hermione, whilst proud to be a Gryffindor, would have quite happily have been a Ravenclaw or even a Hufflepuff. She'd have drawn the line at Slytherin though.

"If you are a prefect then god help the rest of us. Anyway, you aren't a prefect so it's nothing to do with you. Even if you were it would still be none of your business." Hermione started walking away.

"I bet you were with that cheating loser Potter."

"Cheating? What exactly is he supposed to have cheated at?"

"The tournament. How else could he have known to turn up like that, all dramatic. 'Did someone say my name', fucking attention seeking arsehole."

Hermione actually laughed at that, a response that Ron didn't expect, and that somehow managed to rile him more. "Chalk it up to one of the many things that you don't know."

"And I suppose you do?"

"Actually, yes. I do."

"That's no surprise, hanging out with him, or is it more a case of him hanging out of you!"

There were gasps amongst the others, as Hermione turned red this time not with embarrassment, but with anger. Before she could unleash her ire on Weasley, she was beaten to it by Neville.

"That's out of order Ron."

"Shut up, squib, who asked you."

"Why do you care where Hermione was anyway, are you just jealous that she wasn't at dinner for you to sneak a look at?"

"Fuck off Longarse, like I'd waste my time looking at that."

"One more word, Weasley. One more word accusing Granger of doing anything inappropriate or making a disparaging comment about her looks and McLaggen starts the next game." Ron spun around to see an irate Angelina Johnson, quidditch captain, looking right at him.

With a grunt of "Not worth my fucking time anyway" Ron skulked off to the far side of the common room.

"Sorry about that Granger, we all know he can be an arse sometimes, but that was over the line." Angelina was a prefect as well as quidditch captain.

Hermione nodded in appreciation. "Thank you, I would have lost my temper had I started. Thanks too, Nev."

"No worries. I presume you were with Harry Potter? You don't have to answer, I'm just nosey, I won't tell Ron."

The young witch shrugged. "After arithmancy Harry asked if I wanted to go and speak to his mum, which I did. Mrs Potter and I spoke for a while before Mr Potter arrived and we all had dinner. Oh! Harry said he'd say hi to you at some point."

"Me? Why would Harry Potter want to speak to me?"

"He never said exactly, but come over at breakfast tomorrow and I'll introduce you."

With the entertainment for the evening clearly over, people in the common room started drifting away, there was homework to be done.

In another part of the Hogwarts grounds, Reubus Hagrid was a worried man. He was standing talking to another red haired man, who coincidentally shared surnames with the wizard who had spent part of the evening arguing with Hermione.

"I had worked out room based on three, Charlie. I don't right know what we're gonna do with a fourth."

"It's ok Hagrid, I've got the guys from the reserve working out a revised plan. We can make the pens for the Welsh Green and Swedish Short Snout smaller without any problems. The Chinese Fireball is bigger, so it's going to need the big pen. It's the fourth which is going to cause an issue."

"I can't believe they are makin' the champions face a dragon in the first place, but at least they are as tame as dragons tend to ge, even the Fireball."

Charlie looked at his feet, one hand running through his hair. "Yeah, about that…"

"What's wrong?"

"The fourth dragon. We had to get another nesting mother at short notice, we have a couple of days, but it's going to be here by the weekend."

Hargid looked at the young dragon wrangler and tilted his head, a questioning look on his face.

"Hagrid, it's a Hungarian Horntail."