Harry Potter- Jamaican Style- The Secret of the Sacred Coconut- Chapter Two
A/N: Once again thank you to KTLACY my editor, whom
without I could not do this story 'cause some of my
punctuation is barf-o-matic! Kudos to KT, check out
her great story! Ok enough publicity..lets get to the
story... formating messed!
Hermione reached her wiry hand up to and knocked
twice on the flap of material that served as a door to
Hagrid's Bungalow.
Hermione, Ron, and Harry waited. No answer came, but
a faint rummaging and slamming door could be heard
through the door.
Ron, puzzled, knocked again, and this time, the door
was opened by a fidgety Hagrid.
Hagrid was a gigantic sized mon with a dark brown
tan, brown eyes, a hawk's nose, and a warm smile. From
his left ear, a earing with a detailed sunshine
illustration glimmered in the hot Caribbean sunlight.
Today, he had his hair tied back into numerous
tiny perfect braids. At
the bottom of every braid, were two beads, one pink,
the other blue (even Hagrid had a feminine side).
Strangely enough, Hagrid was not a ugly man. In fact,
if you were into huge, tan, long haired brothers,
Hagrid was the mon for you.
" Er hurry and come in out of de heat, ye three must
be burning alive", said Hagrid, as he nervously
glanced around at ze school grounds, and pushed first
Hermione, then Ron, then Harry hastily and with much
force into his crowded bungalow. The three kiddies,
(as all Jamaican children are called), went flying,
well, except for Hermione, who performed a difficult
spell to break her fall.
"OW Hagrid, where's the love today?," asked Harry
grimly, as he rubbed his shin with a inquiring yet
teasing look on his face.
"Ouch, Hagrid, what IS wrong with you"?, said Ron, as
he lay crumpled into a very small corner of Hagrid's
tidy kitchen.
"He's probably keeping another dragon again, which you
know Hagrid IS against ministry rules,"said Hermione
in a joking light sing-song-voice.
" Argh n-n-no I'm not, wouldn't do that again without
permission from the h-h-higher officials," said a
suddenly blushing and stuttering Hagrid.
Just than, a loud hiss rocked the small bungalow.
" Oh cut ze games already mon, we know you has
something somewhere in here, 'zat is the same look
you had on ya face when you were keeping that dragon,"
said Harry in his rich, Caribbean accent, as his
hazel green eyes darted around the small bungalow.
" Lecos Revealo" shouted Hermione, pointing her wand
around the small bungalow. Immediately, the largest
kitchen cupboard opened, to reveal a small cage, with
a hunched over creature in it.
" Ye have caught me again, you prying vittle pieces of
monkey dung," said Hagrid, as his eyes twinkled
misheviously and a sly smile spread across his dark
face.
Hagrid tenderly lifted the creature from its cage
made of palm tree branches, and lifted it up for the
interested Ron and Harry to see, while a tentative
Hermione began to back away. The very week before,
Hermione had received a painful bite from a
Black-Bellied-Horned Newt, and was not about to take
another chance.
The creature was a beautiful misty silver color,
with a long bushy tail, and on the top of its head,
small stubs of horns were beginning to grow. As Hagrid
held it, a thin wispy gas began to trickle out of its
hissing mouth, and float around the room.
" Nistcies gas," said Hermione knowingly, who was
begging to stroke the animal cautiously. "Meow..."
" Aye your right, this here is a Nistcian. This one
'ere is just a babe, but when she grows a wee bit
older, that gas will have loads of power", explained
Hagrid.
" Well I think it looks like a muggle cat gone bad,
and a very dangerous animal, almost as dangerous as a
group of prying American tourists to the island," said
a very grumpy Ron.
" Ron, mon, you haz tied your alfalfa's too tight,"
said Harry.
" Some one needs to take a chill pill, and may I
remind your banana mush brain that Hogwarts is
bewitched. No muggle can see it, but of course they
could see us if we weren't careful, and if we weren't
so far off from mainland," said a exasperated Hermione.
" Where did you find her anyway Hagrid?", asked
Harry, who had been suspiciously quiet during most of
the discussion.
" Er, she's old Dumble's, I'm watching her for him.
She's going to go on the quest, oh no, um
nevermind," cried Hagrid in despair, who had begun to
shake his monstrous head violently at himself, and
mutter curses under his breath, which smelled heavily
of sweet coconut rum.
" Quest, he said quest, there's going to be some
quest!" exclaimed Ron happily.
" Tell us more Hagrid brother, let's talk details
mon", said the suddenly persistent Harry.
By now, Hagrid was trying to hit himself, while
Hermione was holding on to his shaggy dreads and
trying to restrain him with one hand while with the
other she was clutching the frightened Nistiscin.
Ron and Harry were attempting to get more information
out of Hagrid, but brother Hagrid
was too angry at himself to even utter a word.
Just then, the supper drum began to beat, and a
hoard of witches- and wizards-to-be could be seen
running in tie-dyed robes towards the Great Bungalow .
" Are you coming vith us mon or no?" asked Ron.
" You go ahead brother, I'll be up soon, save me a
hammock chair," answered Harry.
" Sure, fine, I will. Bye then," cried Ron, running off
with Hermione, and falling flat on his face after
tripping over a coconut shell stupidly.
Harry walked slowly behind the rest of the group,
pondering this quest idea. What was this quest for,
this mission? Was someone or something in jeopardy?
Harry Potter would just have to find out. Whatever
this quest was, Harry prayed to Buddha it had nothing
to do with Voldermon.
A/N : I know that last sentence sounds like something
you would read on the back of a movie box, sorry.
Review kiddies! Ya'll rock!
A/N: Once again thank you to KTLACY my editor, whom
without I could not do this story 'cause some of my
punctuation is barf-o-matic! Kudos to KT, check out
her great story! Ok enough publicity..lets get to the
story... formating messed!
Hermione reached her wiry hand up to and knocked
twice on the flap of material that served as a door to
Hagrid's Bungalow.
Hermione, Ron, and Harry waited. No answer came, but
a faint rummaging and slamming door could be heard
through the door.
Ron, puzzled, knocked again, and this time, the door
was opened by a fidgety Hagrid.
Hagrid was a gigantic sized mon with a dark brown
tan, brown eyes, a hawk's nose, and a warm smile. From
his left ear, a earing with a detailed sunshine
illustration glimmered in the hot Caribbean sunlight.
Today, he had his hair tied back into numerous
tiny perfect braids. At
the bottom of every braid, were two beads, one pink,
the other blue (even Hagrid had a feminine side).
Strangely enough, Hagrid was not a ugly man. In fact,
if you were into huge, tan, long haired brothers,
Hagrid was the mon for you.
" Er hurry and come in out of de heat, ye three must
be burning alive", said Hagrid, as he nervously
glanced around at ze school grounds, and pushed first
Hermione, then Ron, then Harry hastily and with much
force into his crowded bungalow. The three kiddies,
(as all Jamaican children are called), went flying,
well, except for Hermione, who performed a difficult
spell to break her fall.
"OW Hagrid, where's the love today?," asked Harry
grimly, as he rubbed his shin with a inquiring yet
teasing look on his face.
"Ouch, Hagrid, what IS wrong with you"?, said Ron, as
he lay crumpled into a very small corner of Hagrid's
tidy kitchen.
"He's probably keeping another dragon again, which you
know Hagrid IS against ministry rules,"said Hermione
in a joking light sing-song-voice.
" Argh n-n-no I'm not, wouldn't do that again without
permission from the h-h-higher officials," said a
suddenly blushing and stuttering Hagrid.
Just than, a loud hiss rocked the small bungalow.
" Oh cut ze games already mon, we know you has
something somewhere in here, 'zat is the same look
you had on ya face when you were keeping that dragon,"
said Harry in his rich, Caribbean accent, as his
hazel green eyes darted around the small bungalow.
" Lecos Revealo" shouted Hermione, pointing her wand
around the small bungalow. Immediately, the largest
kitchen cupboard opened, to reveal a small cage, with
a hunched over creature in it.
" Ye have caught me again, you prying vittle pieces of
monkey dung," said Hagrid, as his eyes twinkled
misheviously and a sly smile spread across his dark
face.
Hagrid tenderly lifted the creature from its cage
made of palm tree branches, and lifted it up for the
interested Ron and Harry to see, while a tentative
Hermione began to back away. The very week before,
Hermione had received a painful bite from a
Black-Bellied-Horned Newt, and was not about to take
another chance.
The creature was a beautiful misty silver color,
with a long bushy tail, and on the top of its head,
small stubs of horns were beginning to grow. As Hagrid
held it, a thin wispy gas began to trickle out of its
hissing mouth, and float around the room.
" Nistcies gas," said Hermione knowingly, who was
begging to stroke the animal cautiously. "Meow..."
" Aye your right, this here is a Nistcian. This one
'ere is just a babe, but when she grows a wee bit
older, that gas will have loads of power", explained
Hagrid.
" Well I think it looks like a muggle cat gone bad,
and a very dangerous animal, almost as dangerous as a
group of prying American tourists to the island," said
a very grumpy Ron.
" Ron, mon, you haz tied your alfalfa's too tight,"
said Harry.
" Some one needs to take a chill pill, and may I
remind your banana mush brain that Hogwarts is
bewitched. No muggle can see it, but of course they
could see us if we weren't careful, and if we weren't
so far off from mainland," said a exasperated Hermione.
" Where did you find her anyway Hagrid?", asked
Harry, who had been suspiciously quiet during most of
the discussion.
" Er, she's old Dumble's, I'm watching her for him.
She's going to go on the quest, oh no, um
nevermind," cried Hagrid in despair, who had begun to
shake his monstrous head violently at himself, and
mutter curses under his breath, which smelled heavily
of sweet coconut rum.
" Quest, he said quest, there's going to be some
quest!" exclaimed Ron happily.
" Tell us more Hagrid brother, let's talk details
mon", said the suddenly persistent Harry.
By now, Hagrid was trying to hit himself, while
Hermione was holding on to his shaggy dreads and
trying to restrain him with one hand while with the
other she was clutching the frightened Nistiscin.
Ron and Harry were attempting to get more information
out of Hagrid, but brother Hagrid
was too angry at himself to even utter a word.
Just then, the supper drum began to beat, and a
hoard of witches- and wizards-to-be could be seen
running in tie-dyed robes towards the Great Bungalow .
" Are you coming vith us mon or no?" asked Ron.
" You go ahead brother, I'll be up soon, save me a
hammock chair," answered Harry.
" Sure, fine, I will. Bye then," cried Ron, running off
with Hermione, and falling flat on his face after
tripping over a coconut shell stupidly.
Harry walked slowly behind the rest of the group,
pondering this quest idea. What was this quest for,
this mission? Was someone or something in jeopardy?
Harry Potter would just have to find out. Whatever
this quest was, Harry prayed to Buddha it had nothing
to do with Voldermon.
A/N : I know that last sentence sounds like something
you would read on the back of a movie box, sorry.
Review kiddies! Ya'll rock!