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A/N: Beta read by my very own older brother, also known as Luinthoron. Thanks, Bro! And I'm still in need for a second beta who speaks English as their first language. There are some errors even my brother overlooks, I think. (It wasn't meant as an insult, brother dear, just plain truth).
--Altair
Dear Diary!
I just witnessed the most incredible thing! It was like watching a wonder to occure. I think I'm still too shaken by all the emotions. What am I talking about? Well, Harry became an owl this morning from Hagrid. It only said two words, but he didn't have to say more. It was time. The dradon was hatching. I was afraid to go there, first. Not only because Ron wanted to go there right away and that would have meant skipping classes, but also because I knew that Dragons can be very dangerous and I was a little scared about it. Anyway, I agreed with the boys that if they didn't skip Herbology, I would go with them right after the lesson. When we arrived, we were greeted by a very excited Soon-To-Be-Dragon-Dad. The baby dragon was almost out when we arrived. There were already deep cracks in the eggshell. And when the baby dragon finally was out, it was really... I don't have enough words to describe it. And I'm NEVER out of words!!! It was so cute when it sneezed and there were tiny sparks flying out of it's snout. But then... just as I was asking how fast Norwegian Ridgebacks (because that's what the dragon's species was) were growing, Hagrid noticed someone looking in through the gap in the curtains. Harry was out of the small house in a second. He confirmed our fears. Malfoy had overheared us talking about the hatchling at breakfast and had snuck here to look for himself if it was true. And now he had seen the dragon. And I bet he's trying to get Hagrid - or worse, us - in trouble. What to we do now? How do we deal with that? We could get expelled for having covered up for this. And Hagrid could lose his job. I wish I knew what to do. And I certainly wish I knew what Mr. Ruler-Of-Earth is going to do with the information that he gained so foully. Is he going to tell the Headmaster? Or even worse, he might write to his Father and tell him to bring the issue to the ears of the Board of Governours. I think I'm too worried to sleep tonight. And I couldn't anyway. Lavender has been hysteric ever since she found that really big fat rat sitting in her bag. She insists that it couldn't have gotten in there by it's own (and she's right, her rucksack must have been opened to let/put the rat in, because it's almost hermetically closed most of the time). And everyone knows how much she loathes and fears these little fellows (you should have seen her yelling when she first saw Ron's Scabbers!). The Twin Detectives are questioning Gryffindors yet again.
This whole Rat-In-Rucksack-Affair had one good thing about it, too. Lavender now insists to sleep with some of the lights on, that means that I won't get pillowed each time I'm writing late anymore. OK, I'm off trying to get some sleep now.
Good night, Diary!
Hermione
A/N: Done reading? Then please be kind and review. Thanks.
A/N: Beta read by my very own older brother, also known as Luinthoron. Thanks, Bro! And I'm still in need for a second beta who speaks English as their first language. There are some errors even my brother overlooks, I think. (It wasn't meant as an insult, brother dear, just plain truth).
--Altair
Dear Diary!
I just witnessed the most incredible thing! It was like watching a wonder to occure. I think I'm still too shaken by all the emotions. What am I talking about? Well, Harry became an owl this morning from Hagrid. It only said two words, but he didn't have to say more. It was time. The dradon was hatching. I was afraid to go there, first. Not only because Ron wanted to go there right away and that would have meant skipping classes, but also because I knew that Dragons can be very dangerous and I was a little scared about it. Anyway, I agreed with the boys that if they didn't skip Herbology, I would go with them right after the lesson. When we arrived, we were greeted by a very excited Soon-To-Be-Dragon-Dad. The baby dragon was almost out when we arrived. There were already deep cracks in the eggshell. And when the baby dragon finally was out, it was really... I don't have enough words to describe it. And I'm NEVER out of words!!! It was so cute when it sneezed and there were tiny sparks flying out of it's snout. But then... just as I was asking how fast Norwegian Ridgebacks (because that's what the dragon's species was) were growing, Hagrid noticed someone looking in through the gap in the curtains. Harry was out of the small house in a second. He confirmed our fears. Malfoy had overheared us talking about the hatchling at breakfast and had snuck here to look for himself if it was true. And now he had seen the dragon. And I bet he's trying to get Hagrid - or worse, us - in trouble. What to we do now? How do we deal with that? We could get expelled for having covered up for this. And Hagrid could lose his job. I wish I knew what to do. And I certainly wish I knew what Mr. Ruler-Of-Earth is going to do with the information that he gained so foully. Is he going to tell the Headmaster? Or even worse, he might write to his Father and tell him to bring the issue to the ears of the Board of Governours. I think I'm too worried to sleep tonight. And I couldn't anyway. Lavender has been hysteric ever since she found that really big fat rat sitting in her bag. She insists that it couldn't have gotten in there by it's own (and she's right, her rucksack must have been opened to let/put the rat in, because it's almost hermetically closed most of the time). And everyone knows how much she loathes and fears these little fellows (you should have seen her yelling when she first saw Ron's Scabbers!). The Twin Detectives are questioning Gryffindors yet again.
This whole Rat-In-Rucksack-Affair had one good thing about it, too. Lavender now insists to sleep with some of the lights on, that means that I won't get pillowed each time I'm writing late anymore. OK, I'm off trying to get some sleep now.
Good night, Diary!
Hermione
A/N: Done reading? Then please be kind and review. Thanks.