Those Things
Disclaimer- Do I look perfect to you? No. Meaning I'm not J.K Rowling!
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Summary- Okay, this is all talking... Kinda unexpected at the end. Hermione, Harry, and Ron are wondering if they should go out where those things are. Very cute, and... Eh... Fluffy.
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"Harry, we're not going to make it! It's Hell out there!"
"Hermione, 'Hell' is an understatement."
"Ron, you're not making her feel better!"
"Sorry, 'Mione."
"We can't go out there."
"Yes, we can, Hermione. They'll be distracted with me, they won't go for you or Ron."
"Harry, Hermione and I don't want you to go out there. We're too worried about you."
"Ron, Harry... What about Hagrid?"
"Who cares? Harry should be upset! Hagrid's the one who led them here!"
"Ron, Hermione's got a right to be worried. It's no time for blame. And I'm not upset at anyone except those... Things."
"Fine, I give up."
"Those things are hideous!"
"I know they are, Hermione, but it'll be fine."
"Harry, I doubt that."
"Shut up, Ron."
"Okay, Harry. Jeez..."
"On three, we're all going out there."
"Harry, you sure that's a good idea?"
"Hermione, it's fine."
"Jeez, who made you boss? What if I don't want to go out there?"
"Shut up, Ron!"
"Fine, you two, no need to yell at me..."
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"What are they, Hagrid?"
"Well, Ron, yah see, Fluffy 'ad a few kids... and, well, meet Snowball and Cuddles! I can't exactly find the other one at the momen', but I'm sure he'll be back when 'e gets hungry... Aren' they beau'iful?"