Note: I'm glad that those who have reviewed my little story so far have
found it entertaining. There are a few surprises coming up in future
chapters.
Chapter 3: Questions and more questions
Harry was puzzled to say the least. Why had the unicorns behaved the way they had? What could it mean? He supposed that he could have asked Hermione what was going on, but knowing her she would have scolded him for not studying his magical creatures properly. He sighed. She'd have been right too. If the truth were known he would rather practice quidditch moves than study magical beasts and their habitats. Still there was one person who might be able to satisfy his curiosity, and that person was Hagrid. Professor Dumbledore was the resident expert on what went on within the walls of Hogwarts castle, but if you had a question about magical beasts Hagrid was the expert hands down. Harry knew Hagrid would be willing to discuss any normal concerns that he had, but how to ask about Malfoy and the uincorns without seeming nosy? That was the question. "Guess I'll just have to play it by ear," he thought. He knocked gently on the gentle half-giant's door.
"Who is it?"
"It's me Hagrid."
The door opened slowly. "Well, come in, come in. You're just in time for a spot of tea."
"So what's up Harry?"
"I was wondering...that is do you...well you see."
"Yes?"
"Do you have any idea why the unicorns acted towards Malfoy the way they did yesterday?"
Hagrid blushed at the mention of the previous days events. "Well I don't know as it's my place to tell you that Harry. In any case I'm not quite sure what happened myself."
To say that Harry was stunned would be an understatement. Hagrid, the expert on anything and everything magical that went on more than two legs didn't know what happened either."
"Even I have my limits of knowledge Harry." Now it was Harry's turn to blush. He'd had no idea his thoughts were so visible on his face.
"B-but someone must have an idea?"
"Well I guess professor Dumbledore may have an idea. I shouldn't have told you that."
"Well thanks for your help anyway Hagrid and thanks for the tea."
"You're welcome Harry. Try to stop by more often. Fang and I have been missing you, haven't we fang." Fang, who had deigned to open one eye at the mention of his name, looked at his master, stretched himself out and went back to sleep. Meanwhile the aformentioned headmaster was doing his best to calm down a hysterical madame Pomfrey so that he could make some sense of what she was trying to tell him.
"Now, now Poppy, calm down and please tell me what this is all about."
"I'm trying to be calm headmaster but I've never seen anything quite like it. I know there has to be a logical explaination for it, but I honestly can't think of one. It's all quite irregular."
"What is irregular Poppy? I still have no idea what you are talking about."
"It's, it's young Mr. Malfoy. He passed out in the library and was brought into the hospital wing in an unconscious state. Oh, I don't know how to say it."
"What is it Pompfrey. Is he seriously ill?"
"No, no, he's not ill. In fact he was awake and alert when I left him."
"Well then what's wrong?"
"He's changed headmaster."
"Changed? In what fashion may I ask?"
"H-he's changed genders headmaster."
"What!"
"Mr. Malfoy appears to have undergone some sort of transformation from a boy into a girl."
It was then that Albus Dumbledore did something he'd never done before. He fainted.
Chapter 3: Questions and more questions
Harry was puzzled to say the least. Why had the unicorns behaved the way they had? What could it mean? He supposed that he could have asked Hermione what was going on, but knowing her she would have scolded him for not studying his magical creatures properly. He sighed. She'd have been right too. If the truth were known he would rather practice quidditch moves than study magical beasts and their habitats. Still there was one person who might be able to satisfy his curiosity, and that person was Hagrid. Professor Dumbledore was the resident expert on what went on within the walls of Hogwarts castle, but if you had a question about magical beasts Hagrid was the expert hands down. Harry knew Hagrid would be willing to discuss any normal concerns that he had, but how to ask about Malfoy and the uincorns without seeming nosy? That was the question. "Guess I'll just have to play it by ear," he thought. He knocked gently on the gentle half-giant's door.
"Who is it?"
"It's me Hagrid."
The door opened slowly. "Well, come in, come in. You're just in time for a spot of tea."
"So what's up Harry?"
"I was wondering...that is do you...well you see."
"Yes?"
"Do you have any idea why the unicorns acted towards Malfoy the way they did yesterday?"
Hagrid blushed at the mention of the previous days events. "Well I don't know as it's my place to tell you that Harry. In any case I'm not quite sure what happened myself."
To say that Harry was stunned would be an understatement. Hagrid, the expert on anything and everything magical that went on more than two legs didn't know what happened either."
"Even I have my limits of knowledge Harry." Now it was Harry's turn to blush. He'd had no idea his thoughts were so visible on his face.
"B-but someone must have an idea?"
"Well I guess professor Dumbledore may have an idea. I shouldn't have told you that."
"Well thanks for your help anyway Hagrid and thanks for the tea."
"You're welcome Harry. Try to stop by more often. Fang and I have been missing you, haven't we fang." Fang, who had deigned to open one eye at the mention of his name, looked at his master, stretched himself out and went back to sleep. Meanwhile the aformentioned headmaster was doing his best to calm down a hysterical madame Pomfrey so that he could make some sense of what she was trying to tell him.
"Now, now Poppy, calm down and please tell me what this is all about."
"I'm trying to be calm headmaster but I've never seen anything quite like it. I know there has to be a logical explaination for it, but I honestly can't think of one. It's all quite irregular."
"What is irregular Poppy? I still have no idea what you are talking about."
"It's, it's young Mr. Malfoy. He passed out in the library and was brought into the hospital wing in an unconscious state. Oh, I don't know how to say it."
"What is it Pompfrey. Is he seriously ill?"
"No, no, he's not ill. In fact he was awake and alert when I left him."
"Well then what's wrong?"
"He's changed headmaster."
"Changed? In what fashion may I ask?"
"H-he's changed genders headmaster."
"What!"
"Mr. Malfoy appears to have undergone some sort of transformation from a boy into a girl."
It was then that Albus Dumbledore did something he'd never done before. He fainted.