Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

"Come on! Come on! Go in the hole! Go in the hole!"

Ron's face was filled with tension as he watched the small ball which was drifting away from him. He had used all his experience and skills to send it into motion. It had passed the scaled-down replica of Hogwarts Castle which had been in its path. A sweat drop ran down the red-haired boy's head as his narrowed eyes remained fixed onto it - before widening with delight as it dropped into the hole.

"YAY!" Ron cried in all his elation as he swung around to sent his bright elated look to Harry and Hermione. "Did you see that? I got a hole-in-one!"

"Yes, you sure did, Ron," Harry answered unenthusiastically as his eyes rolled behind his glasses. "Bravo."

"Except for one thing, Ronald."

"What's that, Hermione?" Ron grinned, unable to keep the pride out of his voice.

"You're supposed to send the ball into the hole - by making it roll with your club! Not making it fly with your wand!"

"What?!" Ron exclaimed, his face falling upon realising that levitating the ball to get around the obstacles in its path before dropping it into the hole wasn't the way to play this game. "You mean I've been doing this wrong?"

"Of course you have!" Hermione answered. "Did you really think it takes magic to play mini golf?"

Ron stared at his wand which he held in one hand, then directed the frown on his face to the unused golf club he had in the other.

"Geez!" he muttered. "These games which Muggles play sure are hard! How do they manage it without magic?!"

Harry and Hermione glanced at each other over their friend's remark. Having been raised with Muggles families, they knew perfectly well how such activities were carried out without magic.

"Well I think it was really good of Hagrid to set up a mini golf course in the Hogwarts grounds," Hermione said. "It's a nice way to have a breather after a busy day of lessons."

"Hmph!" Ron huffed. "Gimme a game of Quidditch or Wizard's Chess any day!"

"Don't be so moody, Ronald!" Hermione scolded. "Your father would've loved to have this game when he was here in school!"

"You're not kidding," Ron answered with a fold of his arms. "This kind of game is my dad's thing, not mine!"

Harry smiled to himself. He could easily picture how Arthur Weasley would be so enraptured by such a game that didn't require one bit of magic to play.

"So it takes this big stick to hit the ball and send it rolling, trying to get through the windmill without hitting the blades and hope it lands in the hole? How fascinating! These games which Muggles play are such a lot of fun!"

"You were just enjoying yourself a moment ago!" Hermione pointed out. "When you thought you were winning!"

"Yeah, well a game stops being fun when you realise you can't play it the way you think it should be done!"

"You're just sour, Ron, because you've been doing it wrong! Let me show you how it's done!"

Pushing Ron aside, Hermione dropped her own ball onto the ground. She stood over it with her golf cub clutched in her hands. With a gentle swing, she putted the ball away, sending it rolling through the model of Hogwarts Castle. It emerged from the other side to drop perfectly into the hole.

Hermione smiled. "Now that is how you do a hole-in-one!"

Ron scowled. He was less than pleased to have been outdone by Hermione as usual. Never could the brainy witch resist a chance to show off, making him look inferior to her.

"'Allo, you three!"

A cheerful voice attracted the trio's attention. They turned to see coming towards them with great big footsteps was the very person who had built the miniature golf course into the school grounds.

"Hey, Hagrid!" Harry smiled.

Hagrid towered over the three small students, beaming down at them in his ever gentle and kindly way.

"'Ow d'yeh like my mini golf co'rse?"

"It's great!" Hermione beamed. "We're having a lot of fun here! Aren't we, Ronald?"

Ron forced a smile, holding his tongue as he nodded.

"Great!" Hagrid clapped his large hands. "So who's winning' outta yeh three?!"

"Me!" Hermione answered without hesitating. "I'm doing the best at this game!"

"Co'rse yeh are, Hermione!" Hagrid chuckled. "I shoulda known! I'll 'ave to use one of the walls at the school to list the names of the best mini golfers - wit' yers at the very top!"

Hermione's smile brightened - while Ron's gaze darkened. He wasn't too keen on the idea of the girl getting special fame and having her ego stroked just for whacking a ball with a stick.

"C'mon then, Harry!" Hagrid said, noticing the boy who lived preparing to take his turn. "Let's see 'ow good yeh are at mini golf!"

Harry nodded as he stood over his ball. He putted it lightly with his club. It rolled a few yards before coming to a stop just before the model of the castle.

"Not bad, Harry, not bad," Hagrid said. "Now lemme show you 'ow an exp'rt does it!"

The half giant took out a ball and club from his pocket. The trio wondered how he managed to keep so many things in his coat as he took his position. He dropped the ball right in front of his enormous feet. He clutched the club firmly in his huge hands - before raising it up over his shoulder.

"Hold on!" Hermione cried, realising in alarm what was about to happen. "Hagrid, wait!"

Before anyone could stop him, Hagrid struck the ball hard with his club - as if he were teeing off from a proper golf course. It shot off from the ground to fly away from the humongous giant and three stunned teenagers. The ball whizzed over the top of the model of Hogwarts Castle. Higher and higher into the air it went as it soared over the school grounds…

…which were soon filled with a crashing sound as the ball smashed through one of the windows of the real Hogwarts Castle.

"Oh dear…" Hagrid muttered, realising his mistake.

Dropping their clubs, Harry, Ron and Hermione raced towards the castle. They stopped when they reached it to peer up towards the broken window. All three of their faces fell when they saw which one it was.

"Uh oh!" Ron exclaimed. "This means trouble!"

"Of all the windows in the castle to smash," Hermione cried, "it had to be the one to Dumbledore's office!"

Sure enough, behind the broken glass appeared the bearded face of the Hogwarts Headmaster. He gazed down at the trio on the ground below, holding up the ball which had burst through his window to hit him on his crooked nose.

"Whose ball?!" he called down to them. "Who hit this ball into my office!"

The three young students glanced fretfully at each other. None of them were willing to rat out Hagrid to Dumbledore.

"It was me, Sir."

"You, Harry?!" Dumbledore exclaimed, his eyes widening behind his half-moon glasses - which the ball had cracked after hitting his nose.

Harry stepped forward and nodded. He was perfectly prepared to take the blame to keep Hagrid out of trouble. It was the least he could do for the half-giant who had rescued him from the Dursleys and brought him to Hogwarts.

Ron and Hermione stared. Both were stunned stunned at how Harry was straight up lying to Dumbledore - completely out of bravery to protect Hagrid.

"Yes, sir. I hit the ball into your office."

Harry humbly lowered his head. He braced himself for the axe to fall and to accept punishment. He closed his eyes, ready for Dumbledore to start shouting down to him - as indeed he did.

"Well done, Harry! Well done!"

Harry's gazed perked up, filling with just as much surprise as there was in Ron and Hermione's. The trio were stunned to see Dumbledore beaming down at him. There wasn't an ounce of anger in the headmaster's voice as he called to his favourite student through his broken window.

"An excellent shot, Harry! Even I couldn't have managed to hit a golf ball from there to my office!" Dumbledore smiled in all his eccentric manner. "Fifty points to Gryffindor!"

THE END