Little Arrivals 2
A/N: This is the sequal to "Crookshanks' Little Arrivals". You'll have to have read that first to get this story.
"Honestly Harry, It's the absolute limit! I can't work under these conditions!"
"Come on Hermione, there's nothing we can do, you know that!"
For Harry, Hermione and Ron were sitting in Transfiguration, trying to fulfil that day's task of turning a kettle into a baked potato. Professor McGonagall, however, was struggling to conduct the class for her son, this is the part where the last fanfic comes in handy, Hector, had just began walking, and was toddling all over the class, knocking over things, hiding under tables and pinching the legs of students who were working. Infact, Hermione had her wand poised, pointed at her kettle, ready to say the spell, ketatus performus, when little Hector punched her knee, causing her to topple slightly, mid-sentence, and the spell hit Ron's kettle. Unfortunately, as her spell had been interrupted, the yell she let out had changed the spell's ending, and a little green mouse was now sitting on a bemused Ron's desk, cleaning its whiskers.
"Hector!" Professor McGonagall shouted out.
Ron put his hand out to touch the mouse, but this was not what the mouse wanted. With a quick nip at Ron's finger, it dashed off the table and proceeded to scurry round the classroom, closely followed by Hector. "Mousey mousey", the small boy repeated loudly. Many times. Many of the girls screamed when the mouse moved near them, and Lavender and the Patil twins were now standing on their seats.
"Now do you see my point about Crookshanks' kittens??" Ron said to Hermione.
"Oh shut up. Which reminds me, if we have time this evening; I'd like to go down to Hagrids."
"I am NOT going with you." Ron frowned.
"I'll go with you", Harry quickly intervened.
Meanwhile, McGonagall, who had been trying to catch Hector...to no avail, gave up. "Oh, um...Class dismissed." she said, to great cheers from the class, and a sigh of relief from Lavender, Parvati and Padma.
Harry, Ron, and a very annoyed Hermione left for the Gryffindor common room, where they sat at the big comfy chairs around the fire.
"I don't know how much I can stand. She really needs to sort out some sort of childcare. We haven't had a proper Transfiguration lesson in weeks! If this jeopardizes our exams..."
"Hermione, McGonagall explained that is was only for a few months while her sister was on holiday."
"Still. I know Hector should be with his mother, but this is unbearable. If only there was something we could do. He's just such a little terror right now. No student could watch him."
"Yeah, you're right." Harry added.
The three sat in silence for a while, staring at the table.
"Oh, look at the time. I'm going to go down to Hagrids now, you coming Harry?"
"Yeah. You ok Ron?"
"Yeah. I'd better make a start on that potions homework anyway. See you later."
With that, Harry and Hermione walked down to Hagrid's hut at the bottom of the school's grounds. Hagrid was out in the garden, and appeared to be having a conversation with himself.
"Um...Hagrid?" Hermione implored.
"Oh, hello there you two! I'd like you to meet this little fellow."
Hagrid motioned to the thing he had been talking too, which they had not seen. It resembled a large ferret, and was spitting out words, which they immediatley recognised as streams of swear words and rude phrases. Refer to the book..."Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them".
"Um...what is that?" Harry asked.
"That, Harry, is a Jarvey. I was trying to teach this one here some manners! I found him in the forest last week, looking a bit ill and I've been looking after him! Isn't he cute!"
"Lovely...Hagrid." Hermione said, with her nose turned up at the creature. "Um, I was here, actually, to see Lady and Fluffy".
"Oh right, Hermione. They're out the back, over there. If you don't mind, I have to stay here, with him." He motioned to the Jarvey, which swore at Harry.
"No problem."
Walking round, Harry looked at Hermione.
"Remind me again...where the names came from?"
"What? They're cute and girly names. I think they fit."
"Nothing cute and girly about them." Harry added, to himself.
Round the back of Hagrids, were the kittens. Well, they can't exactly be called kittens anymore, they were almost at full height. Not that you would call them cats. Crookshanks was part Kneazle, and they had certainly got that gene. But you couldn't say that to Hermione, of course.
"Awww, there they are. Hey, Lady, Hey Fluffy!"
Harry had an amusing flashback of Hagrid's three headed dog, Fluffy, which they had had the, ahem, Pleasure, of meeting in first year. Ok, she was right. NOW the name fitted...
Hermione picked up Lady, who began scratching her arms, while Fluffy was pulling at her trousers with its teeth.
"Aww, you're still so adorable! Um...Harry, what is it?"
She turned to look where Harry was looking, struggling slightly with Lady. Harry was staring into Hagrid's window. Hermione moved to see, and there, looking out from the darkness of Hagrid's hut, was a pale face, staring directly back at them.
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Read on...
A/N: This is the sequal to "Crookshanks' Little Arrivals". You'll have to have read that first to get this story.
"Honestly Harry, It's the absolute limit! I can't work under these conditions!"
"Come on Hermione, there's nothing we can do, you know that!"
For Harry, Hermione and Ron were sitting in Transfiguration, trying to fulfil that day's task of turning a kettle into a baked potato. Professor McGonagall, however, was struggling to conduct the class for her son, this is the part where the last fanfic comes in handy, Hector, had just began walking, and was toddling all over the class, knocking over things, hiding under tables and pinching the legs of students who were working. Infact, Hermione had her wand poised, pointed at her kettle, ready to say the spell, ketatus performus, when little Hector punched her knee, causing her to topple slightly, mid-sentence, and the spell hit Ron's kettle. Unfortunately, as her spell had been interrupted, the yell she let out had changed the spell's ending, and a little green mouse was now sitting on a bemused Ron's desk, cleaning its whiskers.
"Hector!" Professor McGonagall shouted out.
Ron put his hand out to touch the mouse, but this was not what the mouse wanted. With a quick nip at Ron's finger, it dashed off the table and proceeded to scurry round the classroom, closely followed by Hector. "Mousey mousey", the small boy repeated loudly. Many times. Many of the girls screamed when the mouse moved near them, and Lavender and the Patil twins were now standing on their seats.
"Now do you see my point about Crookshanks' kittens??" Ron said to Hermione.
"Oh shut up. Which reminds me, if we have time this evening; I'd like to go down to Hagrids."
"I am NOT going with you." Ron frowned.
"I'll go with you", Harry quickly intervened.
Meanwhile, McGonagall, who had been trying to catch Hector...to no avail, gave up. "Oh, um...Class dismissed." she said, to great cheers from the class, and a sigh of relief from Lavender, Parvati and Padma.
Harry, Ron, and a very annoyed Hermione left for the Gryffindor common room, where they sat at the big comfy chairs around the fire.
"I don't know how much I can stand. She really needs to sort out some sort of childcare. We haven't had a proper Transfiguration lesson in weeks! If this jeopardizes our exams..."
"Hermione, McGonagall explained that is was only for a few months while her sister was on holiday."
"Still. I know Hector should be with his mother, but this is unbearable. If only there was something we could do. He's just such a little terror right now. No student could watch him."
"Yeah, you're right." Harry added.
The three sat in silence for a while, staring at the table.
"Oh, look at the time. I'm going to go down to Hagrids now, you coming Harry?"
"Yeah. You ok Ron?"
"Yeah. I'd better make a start on that potions homework anyway. See you later."
With that, Harry and Hermione walked down to Hagrid's hut at the bottom of the school's grounds. Hagrid was out in the garden, and appeared to be having a conversation with himself.
"Um...Hagrid?" Hermione implored.
"Oh, hello there you two! I'd like you to meet this little fellow."
Hagrid motioned to the thing he had been talking too, which they had not seen. It resembled a large ferret, and was spitting out words, which they immediatley recognised as streams of swear words and rude phrases. Refer to the book..."Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them".
"Um...what is that?" Harry asked.
"That, Harry, is a Jarvey. I was trying to teach this one here some manners! I found him in the forest last week, looking a bit ill and I've been looking after him! Isn't he cute!"
"Lovely...Hagrid." Hermione said, with her nose turned up at the creature. "Um, I was here, actually, to see Lady and Fluffy".
"Oh right, Hermione. They're out the back, over there. If you don't mind, I have to stay here, with him." He motioned to the Jarvey, which swore at Harry.
"No problem."
Walking round, Harry looked at Hermione.
"Remind me again...where the names came from?"
"What? They're cute and girly names. I think they fit."
"Nothing cute and girly about them." Harry added, to himself.
Round the back of Hagrids, were the kittens. Well, they can't exactly be called kittens anymore, they were almost at full height. Not that you would call them cats. Crookshanks was part Kneazle, and they had certainly got that gene. But you couldn't say that to Hermione, of course.
"Awww, there they are. Hey, Lady, Hey Fluffy!"
Harry had an amusing flashback of Hagrid's three headed dog, Fluffy, which they had had the, ahem, Pleasure, of meeting in first year. Ok, she was right. NOW the name fitted...
Hermione picked up Lady, who began scratching her arms, while Fluffy was pulling at her trousers with its teeth.
"Aww, you're still so adorable! Um...Harry, what is it?"
She turned to look where Harry was looking, struggling slightly with Lady. Harry was staring into Hagrid's window. Hermione moved to see, and there, looking out from the darkness of Hagrid's hut, was a pale face, staring directly back at them.
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Read on...