Disclaimer: It's still all J.K.Rowling's creation. As if you hadn't known anyway...
A/N: As always - "Thank yous" go to Luinthoron, my very favorite brother who is nice enough to beta read my writings. But as English isn't the native language of either of us, I'm still in need for a second beta whose first language IS english. Any volunteers?
--Altair
Dear Diary!
You won't believe me if I told you this! I mean, I wouldn't believe it, hadn't I seen it with my own very eyes. I mean... I'd better start from the beginning. It'd get too confusing, else. OK? Good. Well, there we were, sitting in the library and preparing for the exams. Don't know how I managed to make Harry and Ron start studying yet (they seem to be the type of students who don't open their books until late in the last night before a particular exam without me), but they are. Amazing, isn't it? Well, anyway, we were studying in the library when we suddenly saw Hagrid coming from between the shelves. And he acted very strange. I mean, when he realized we had noticed him (not before Harry called out his name, if I may point out), he seemed to be hiding something behind his back so we couldn't see what he had gotten himself for reading. And then he claimed to have been 'just looking'! Oh, yeah? Had he been 'just looking', he hadn't had to hide the books he was getting, right? Right. And then he started to question us about if we're researching Nicky again. I mean, that was highly suspicious. As if he was trying to get our minds off what he might have wanted from the library. Well, he would have been better off talking about the weather. Ron in his unbelievable ignorance almost pouting over the whole library that there's a Philosophers' Stone in school which is guarded by a 'Fluffy'! Thank God Hagrid boughtbrought homhim to senses before he could finish the sentence! Anyway. Harry managed to get a invitation to go visit him later out of Hagrid before the giant man left. And Ron hurried off to see what section Hagrid had been 'just looking' in. Can you believe it? He was looking up DRAGONS!!! Harry surprised us with the knowledge that Hagrid had always wanted a pet dragon (I really don't want to know what a pet DRAGON looks like if it's anything like a real dragon, which it surely is). Anyway. Then Ron really surprised me by knowing that dragon breeding has been illegal since the Warlocks' Convention of 1709. I mean, there was something I didn't know and he knew! What a blow to my self-esteem! But then again... we haven't really had classes about the wizarding law so I wouldn't know. Maybe there are in upper years? Or if there aren't maybe they can introduce this class into the shedule for Muggle-borns? Anyway, that's just another thing I'll have to research in spare time. There's so much to learn, yet so little time to do so. But I'm drifting off again, aren't I? Well, about an hour later we had our assignments for that evening done and were at Hagrid's. He had all the curtains drawn and his door was locked up, which was highly suspicious because he never locks the door. And when he was letting us in, he seemed to be eager to get the door closed again. We wanted to ask about the other things guarding the Stone. First Harry asked him, right away. I think he never thought of the possibility that Hagrid might not tell him. But he didn't. Really. This needed a very different approach. So I started to talk about how it couldn't be that he didn't know and that we only had been wondering who had been helping Professor Dumbledore with the guards and that we only wonder because we wonder who apart from him does the Headmaster trust enough (letting my voice sound as if we were too worried and it might let us sleep better at night if we knew that the Stone was really untouchable). I think I used the right methode. He seemed to be very proud of himself when I mentioned the Old Professor's trust in him and he told us that there had been guards set by the Professors Sprout, Flitwick, McGonagall (no surprise here, she IS, after all, the Deputy Headmistress!), Quirrell - and Snape. The Good-Hearted Giant seemed to think this reason enough to think the Poison Master wasn't the one trying to steal the Stone. Does he really have no sense of logic or is he just too naive, too good? Can't he see that this is just a perfect way to assure that there's one less guard he need to be worried about? If he was setting up one of the guards, he must know how to get past it, too. And he's been bullying our poor Defense Professor into helping him. I shudder at the thought what he might have been threatening the poor man with. I mean, he seemed to be a nervous wreck at the first day I ever saw him! Can it be, that he had been under pressure from the SS even then? Is the Stuttering Professor being blackmailed? And if he is, what is he blackmailed with? OK, I drifted off yet again. Where was I, anyway? Ah, yes, our visit at Hagrid's. Harry asked the Groundkeeper if he was the only one who knew how to get past Fluffy. He was assured that the only two persons to know were the Headmaster and Hagrid himself. Harry then asked if he could open a window because of the heat in the house, but surprisingly enough, the Ever-So-Friendly-Giant-Man refused. And then we found out WHY he had been so secretive in the library and in his little house AND why it was as hot as in hell in there. In the fireplace, in the middle of the roaming flames, was a huge, black egg. Harry was the first to notice. And then he pointed it out to us. A dragon egg! But it was supposed to be illegal! AND they were supposed to breath fire!! AND Hagrid lives in a WOODEN house!!! But Hagrid-The-Complete-Idiot seemed completely oblivious to these tiny secondary problems. Can't we really have a NORMAL school day around here for once? Is it really too much to ask?
OK. Now the pillows from the beds of my roommates are flying towards me again, accompanied from the voices of their owners telling me to put out the lights and LET THEM SLEEP ALREADY! So I guess I'd better do that. They can be real harpies if they haven't had enough sleep, you know. Oh, and sorry about the ruined page. Lavender's pillow hit my elbow, so I couldn't help my quill moving to it the moment the pillow hit it's target.
Nighty night then, Diary
from Hermione
A/N: Thanks for reading. Really. And I would really appreciate some feedback so please, review. OK? Thanks. And thanks to everyone who has ever reviewed the story. It means a lot to me.
A/N: As always - "Thank yous" go to Luinthoron, my very favorite brother who is nice enough to beta read my writings. But as English isn't the native language of either of us, I'm still in need for a second beta whose first language IS english. Any volunteers?
--Altair
Dear Diary!
You won't believe me if I told you this! I mean, I wouldn't believe it, hadn't I seen it with my own very eyes. I mean... I'd better start from the beginning. It'd get too confusing, else. OK? Good. Well, there we were, sitting in the library and preparing for the exams. Don't know how I managed to make Harry and Ron start studying yet (they seem to be the type of students who don't open their books until late in the last night before a particular exam without me), but they are. Amazing, isn't it? Well, anyway, we were studying in the library when we suddenly saw Hagrid coming from between the shelves. And he acted very strange. I mean, when he realized we had noticed him (not before Harry called out his name, if I may point out), he seemed to be hiding something behind his back so we couldn't see what he had gotten himself for reading. And then he claimed to have been 'just looking'! Oh, yeah? Had he been 'just looking', he hadn't had to hide the books he was getting, right? Right. And then he started to question us about if we're researching Nicky again. I mean, that was highly suspicious. As if he was trying to get our minds off what he might have wanted from the library. Well, he would have been better off talking about the weather. Ron in his unbelievable ignorance almost pouting over the whole library that there's a Philosophers' Stone in school which is guarded by a 'Fluffy'! Thank God Hagrid boughtbrought homhim to senses before he could finish the sentence! Anyway. Harry managed to get a invitation to go visit him later out of Hagrid before the giant man left. And Ron hurried off to see what section Hagrid had been 'just looking' in. Can you believe it? He was looking up DRAGONS!!! Harry surprised us with the knowledge that Hagrid had always wanted a pet dragon (I really don't want to know what a pet DRAGON looks like if it's anything like a real dragon, which it surely is). Anyway. Then Ron really surprised me by knowing that dragon breeding has been illegal since the Warlocks' Convention of 1709. I mean, there was something I didn't know and he knew! What a blow to my self-esteem! But then again... we haven't really had classes about the wizarding law so I wouldn't know. Maybe there are in upper years? Or if there aren't maybe they can introduce this class into the shedule for Muggle-borns? Anyway, that's just another thing I'll have to research in spare time. There's so much to learn, yet so little time to do so. But I'm drifting off again, aren't I? Well, about an hour later we had our assignments for that evening done and were at Hagrid's. He had all the curtains drawn and his door was locked up, which was highly suspicious because he never locks the door. And when he was letting us in, he seemed to be eager to get the door closed again. We wanted to ask about the other things guarding the Stone. First Harry asked him, right away. I think he never thought of the possibility that Hagrid might not tell him. But he didn't. Really. This needed a very different approach. So I started to talk about how it couldn't be that he didn't know and that we only had been wondering who had been helping Professor Dumbledore with the guards and that we only wonder because we wonder who apart from him does the Headmaster trust enough (letting my voice sound as if we were too worried and it might let us sleep better at night if we knew that the Stone was really untouchable). I think I used the right methode. He seemed to be very proud of himself when I mentioned the Old Professor's trust in him and he told us that there had been guards set by the Professors Sprout, Flitwick, McGonagall (no surprise here, she IS, after all, the Deputy Headmistress!), Quirrell - and Snape. The Good-Hearted Giant seemed to think this reason enough to think the Poison Master wasn't the one trying to steal the Stone. Does he really have no sense of logic or is he just too naive, too good? Can't he see that this is just a perfect way to assure that there's one less guard he need to be worried about? If he was setting up one of the guards, he must know how to get past it, too. And he's been bullying our poor Defense Professor into helping him. I shudder at the thought what he might have been threatening the poor man with. I mean, he seemed to be a nervous wreck at the first day I ever saw him! Can it be, that he had been under pressure from the SS even then? Is the Stuttering Professor being blackmailed? And if he is, what is he blackmailed with? OK, I drifted off yet again. Where was I, anyway? Ah, yes, our visit at Hagrid's. Harry asked the Groundkeeper if he was the only one who knew how to get past Fluffy. He was assured that the only two persons to know were the Headmaster and Hagrid himself. Harry then asked if he could open a window because of the heat in the house, but surprisingly enough, the Ever-So-Friendly-Giant-Man refused. And then we found out WHY he had been so secretive in the library and in his little house AND why it was as hot as in hell in there. In the fireplace, in the middle of the roaming flames, was a huge, black egg. Harry was the first to notice. And then he pointed it out to us. A dragon egg! But it was supposed to be illegal! AND they were supposed to breath fire!! AND Hagrid lives in a WOODEN house!!! But Hagrid-The-Complete-Idiot seemed completely oblivious to these tiny secondary problems. Can't we really have a NORMAL school day around here for once? Is it really too much to ask?
OK. Now the pillows from the beds of my roommates are flying towards me again, accompanied from the voices of their owners telling me to put out the lights and LET THEM SLEEP ALREADY! So I guess I'd better do that. They can be real harpies if they haven't had enough sleep, you know. Oh, and sorry about the ruined page. Lavender's pillow hit my elbow, so I couldn't help my quill moving to it the moment the pillow hit it's target.
Nighty night then, Diary
from Hermione
A/N: Thanks for reading. Really. And I would really appreciate some feedback so please, review. OK? Thanks. And thanks to everyone who has ever reviewed the story. It means a lot to me.