Chapter 3: Poor, Poor Harry
They weary Potter Party trudged across the Hogwarts' grounds all the way to Hagrid's cabin. Once there, Harry pounded on the door.
"Grahmgree," they heard Hagrid grumble.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged puzzled looks.
"Did he tell us to come in?" Ron asked.
"I really don't know," Harry confessed. "Hermione?"
"I didn't catch it either," Hermione said. "I actually don't understand what he's saying half the time."
"Well, let's just go in anyway," Harry reasoned. With caution, Harry pushed open the gigantic oak door and stepped inside the roomy room.
"Ah, hullo Harry," Hagrid greeted cheerfully. "Got summat fudge you like. Made it meself. It's nice and- MERLIN'S BEARD! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR HEAD?"
Ron and Hermione burst out laughing, unable to contain their amusement at Hagrid's outburst. Harry shot them dagger looks, which they easily ignored.
"I'm afraid I've been hexed with the Pelligrosa curse," Harry moaned.
"Boy, I'll say! I haven't seen hair that bad since lunch when I ran into Snape! And Snape's hair wasn't even that bad!"
"Oh Hagrid, what'll I do?" Harry wailed.
"Get a new head?"
Ron and Hermione exploded into a new fit of giggles.
"Harry, I'm sorry, but that's really the worst hair I've ever seen. But you're right, this is serious. Let me think…"
Hagrid paced his cabin thoughtfully, each step shaking the hut to its very floor plan. "I got it!" He bellowed, so loud that Fang awoke from his sleep, whimpering.
"Sorry, Fang," Hagrid apologized, tossing Fang a treat. "Harry, there's a book in the library called 'Curses for Dummies' and I remember it saying something about possible treatment for the Pelligrosa Curse!"
"Yay!" Harry, Hermione, and Ron cheered.
"The only problem is, it's in the restricted section."
"Awww," Harry, Hermione, and Ron groaned disappointedly.
"But I'll write you a slip of permission!"
"Yay!"
"But I don't know how to write!"
"Awww."
"But I'll explain your situation to Dumbledore, and he can write you a note!"
"Yay!"
"But Dumbledore is in Yemen for a Goblin Conference."
"Awww."
"But you can sneak in with your invisibility cloak!"
"Yay!"
"But if you get caught, Filch will shackle you in the dungeon."
"Awww."
"But then I could break you out!"
"Yay!"
"But then I'd get in trouble."
"Awww."
"But then I'd explain the situation to Professor McGonagall and she'd help yeh!"
"Yay!"
"Hagrid, maybe we should just go to Professor McGonagall for permission first!"
Hagrid scratched his head. "Yeah…yeah I'spose you could do just that!"
"Thanks Hagrid!" Harry cheered, as the trio of Potter began to leave.
"Wait, Hagrid," Hermione began, "I have a question."
"What else is new?" Ron quipped.
Hermione threw a leg of lamb at him.
"Hey, where did that come from?" Ron asked, rubbing his cheek where the meat hit him.
"Hagrid," Hermione continued, ignoring Ron, "How did you know there was a book called 'Curses for Dummies' in the library, and how did you know it could help Harry with the Pelligrosa Curse?"
Hagrid stared at his boots. "Well Hermione…I had a problem with the Pelligrosa Curse meself."
Harry stared at Hagrid's black mass of tangled hair, a jungle that consumed most of his face, and burst into tears.
They weary Potter Party trudged across the Hogwarts' grounds all the way to Hagrid's cabin. Once there, Harry pounded on the door.
"Grahmgree," they heard Hagrid grumble.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged puzzled looks.
"Did he tell us to come in?" Ron asked.
"I really don't know," Harry confessed. "Hermione?"
"I didn't catch it either," Hermione said. "I actually don't understand what he's saying half the time."
"Well, let's just go in anyway," Harry reasoned. With caution, Harry pushed open the gigantic oak door and stepped inside the roomy room.
"Ah, hullo Harry," Hagrid greeted cheerfully. "Got summat fudge you like. Made it meself. It's nice and- MERLIN'S BEARD! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR HEAD?"
Ron and Hermione burst out laughing, unable to contain their amusement at Hagrid's outburst. Harry shot them dagger looks, which they easily ignored.
"I'm afraid I've been hexed with the Pelligrosa curse," Harry moaned.
"Boy, I'll say! I haven't seen hair that bad since lunch when I ran into Snape! And Snape's hair wasn't even that bad!"
"Oh Hagrid, what'll I do?" Harry wailed.
"Get a new head?"
Ron and Hermione exploded into a new fit of giggles.
"Harry, I'm sorry, but that's really the worst hair I've ever seen. But you're right, this is serious. Let me think…"
Hagrid paced his cabin thoughtfully, each step shaking the hut to its very floor plan. "I got it!" He bellowed, so loud that Fang awoke from his sleep, whimpering.
"Sorry, Fang," Hagrid apologized, tossing Fang a treat. "Harry, there's a book in the library called 'Curses for Dummies' and I remember it saying something about possible treatment for the Pelligrosa Curse!"
"Yay!" Harry, Hermione, and Ron cheered.
"The only problem is, it's in the restricted section."
"Awww," Harry, Hermione, and Ron groaned disappointedly.
"But I'll write you a slip of permission!"
"Yay!"
"But I don't know how to write!"
"Awww."
"But I'll explain your situation to Dumbledore, and he can write you a note!"
"Yay!"
"But Dumbledore is in Yemen for a Goblin Conference."
"Awww."
"But you can sneak in with your invisibility cloak!"
"Yay!"
"But if you get caught, Filch will shackle you in the dungeon."
"Awww."
"But then I could break you out!"
"Yay!"
"But then I'd get in trouble."
"Awww."
"But then I'd explain the situation to Professor McGonagall and she'd help yeh!"
"Yay!"
"Hagrid, maybe we should just go to Professor McGonagall for permission first!"
Hagrid scratched his head. "Yeah…yeah I'spose you could do just that!"
"Thanks Hagrid!" Harry cheered, as the trio of Potter began to leave.
"Wait, Hagrid," Hermione began, "I have a question."
"What else is new?" Ron quipped.
Hermione threw a leg of lamb at him.
"Hey, where did that come from?" Ron asked, rubbing his cheek where the meat hit him.
"Hagrid," Hermione continued, ignoring Ron, "How did you know there was a book called 'Curses for Dummies' in the library, and how did you know it could help Harry with the Pelligrosa Curse?"
Hagrid stared at his boots. "Well Hermione…I had a problem with the Pelligrosa Curse meself."
Harry stared at Hagrid's black mass of tangled hair, a jungle that consumed most of his face, and burst into tears.
