Author's note: Hi! So here is the second chapter, I hope you all enjoy it. Again, I'm sorry if I let any mistakes pass.

I don't own Glee or Harry Potter.

Discoveries and Doubts

"I can't believe we're doing this." Nick complained as he and Jeff were walking through Hogwarts' corridors on Wednesday morning. The Gryffindor boy had the Tumbeast on his arms as they spoke, to which they still had not found a name, though Jeff still insisted in referring to the animal as Little Nicky, or a way to control its devastating effect.

"What I can't is to let him on the common room, you saw how mad Wes was. And you wouldn't agree on having it on the Ravenclaw commons either."

"Of course I wouldn't, it'll eat everything in there."

"That's why we have to take him to classes with us, this way we'll be able to keep an eye on him." Jeff concluded his explanation. The boys had agreed on taking turns to look after the Tumbeast and, since they didn't have much classes together, it was going to be with Jeff the whole morning until lunch, then it was Nick's responsibility to take care of the animal until Transfiguration class, which the boys shared.

"This means chaos, Jeff, chaos. I still don't know how I let you get me into these situations." Nick said, shaking his head as he turned in to a corridor on his way to his Arithmancy class.

Jeff laughed at his friend's drama and turned to his left, going to his own class. He knew Professor Graham would be mad if he saw that a student had taken a animal to the class, so, before entering the classroom, he carefully put the Tumbeast inside his school satchel in a way he believed it was comfortable and had air entering by the bag's opening.

The blond boy eventually entered the classroom and made his way to the last table on the right side of the class, where his friends, David and Trent were already sitting.

"Jeff, we've got Quidditch practice Friday at four, all right? Don't forget." David murmured.

"Friday also? Wes really meant it when he said we would work our asses off, didn't he?" Wes was the captain of the Gryffindor team, in which Jeff played as a chaser, and the boy was quite enthusiastic about it. He wanted to win the cup more than everything, and since he assumed the position of captain, he was making the team work really hard.

"Dude! What's that? Your bag is shaking." Trent suddenly exclaimed.

"Oh, it must be my Care of Magical Creatures' book, you know, that monster thing." Jeff lied, but discretely took a piece of chocolate out of his pocket and gave it to the Tumbeast, through a small opening on his satchel, who devoured it.

By the second period, Jeff had started to think that his plan was going really well and was pleased with himself. However, one should not jump to conclusions too quickly, for the next class proved Jeff wrong. It was History of Magic, a subject know as the most boring of all Hogwarts' subjects, and Jeff was almost sleeping while Professor Binns gave his lecture on the Great Rebellion of the Goblins when things started to get out of control. The Tumbeast was trying to get out of his satchel, so the boy put his bag on his lap, and tried to calm the animal down and feed it, but Jeff's efforts were in vain. The creature started gnawing the insides of his bag and biting all of his textbooks and suddenly it jumped to the desk and proceeded to bite the parchment with Jeff's notes, he started to pull it down, but he knew it was too late when he heard Professor Binns' annoyed voice.

"Mr. Mitchell, could you please tell me what are you doing?"

"Dude, what's the problem? I should be in Potions class right now." Nick stormed through the bathroom door. He and Jeff had found a way of communicating when they were not together, they had bought a couple of enchanted pieces of parchment at Zonko's in which everything you wrote in one of the pieces appeared on the other, so the Gryffindor boy had wrote to his friend saying that they had an emergency and should met at the second floor bathroom. Jeff didn't say anything when Nick entered the room; instead he held his school satchel up, showing it to his friend as an answer.

"Oh Merlin, what do we do now?" Nick sighed, throwing his arms up in frustration.

"I don't know, that's why I told you to meet me here." Jeff said. "We can't let him in the common rooms and he pretty much follows us everywhere now also… And I got a detention."

"What? Why?" The dark haired boy asked.

"Professor Binns saw him gnawing my parchment and said I shouldn't walk around with these beasts and should not bring one of them to class either."

At this moment the boys heard a sharp cry coming from a bathroom stall across from where they were standing. Both of them fell silent, wondering who could be there why the boy was crying. While they thought of this, a ghost appeared, coming from the door of said stall, it turns out that it was not a boy, but the ghost of a girl. And they knew very well who this girl was.

"Moaning Myrtle?" Nick asked. "I thought you only stayed at the girls' bathroom."

"I used to. Until I discovered that the boys' bathroom was much more fun." She replied with a high pitched laugh at the end of the sentence. Nick and Jeff looked at each other, with their brows furrowed. "What's that?" The girl asked, coming close to Jeff, in a way he could only assumed she was trying to flirt with him.

"Oh, it's a Tumbeast." He answered taking a step back away from the ghost girl.

"Anyway," Nick started, trying to focus on what they had to do and ignore the awkwardness of the situation. "We still need to figure out what to do with it, or find a place we can let it where it won't destroy everything."

"You need to hide something?" Myrtle asked. "You could use the Room of Requirement, they it's very useful when it comes to that."

"The room of what?" Chorused the boys.

The Room of Requirement was located on the seventh floor and its hidden doorway was in the opposite side of a tapestry portraying Barnabas, the Barmy in his attempt to teach trolls ballet. According to what Moaning Myrtle had told the boys, they were supposed to walk past it three times thinking of exactly what they wanted the room to be and the door would appear, revealing what they had asked for. Nick and Jeff did as they were told; once they made sure they were on the right spot, the boys walked past the entrance three times asking for "a safe place to hide the Tumbeast" and then stopped watching the rock wall.

Slowly, a wooden door started gaining form in front of them, the boys watched marveled as it solidified itself in front of them, Jeff stepped forward and turned the doorknob. The boys entered the room and discovered an ample space with soil and leaves on the floor, for some strange reason there were lots of parchment pieces and metal unrecognizable objects spread all around the place, there were also enormous windows so there was plenty of light entering the room. The Gryffindor boy closed the door and released the Tumbeast, which started running around excitedly.

"Wow… Well, he looks happy here." Jeff said, still looking around the place with big eyes.

"Let's just hope it remains like that." Nick said, but laughed seeing Jeff and the animal's excitement.

Jeff knelt down, calling the animal. "Do you like it here? Hey, Little N., do you like it?"

"Hey, I told you we were not calling him that!" Nick protested.

"But it's cute."

"No, it's not. I've decided, I'm going to call him impairer from now on."

"What?"

"Yeah, cause he's always impairing things." Nick explained. "And it is a much better name than Little Nicky."

"I still think that my name is cuter." Jeff teased and saw his friend glaring at him with a look that could only mean 'you're dead if you keep doing this', so he decided it was best to give up, or at least to let Nick think he had given up. "Okay, I'll stop calling him Little Nicky. Are you happy now?"

For the next couple of days it seemed that indeed they had found a solution for the problem of the Tumbeast. Every free period the boys had during the day, they used it to visit the animal, which seemed very happy in the Room of Requirement. They discovered it had a strange appetite for things such parchment and metal objects, However Jeff and Nick would still bring it all different kinds of food from their meals. Friday night Jeff had Quidditch practice, but agreed to meet Nick right after it so they could spend sometime in the Room of Requirement with their little pet.

"…and then we're going to kick Slytherin's ass." Jeff was talking excitedly about the upcoming Quidditch match as he and Nick made their way to said room.

"Yeah, that's definitely going to be fun to watch. Really, those Slytherin guys need that, they're so full of themselves."

"Oh, Wes told me that Lincoln and Steven were mocking you because you're bi during Herbology." Jeff started, speaking more quietly now. He knew that was a delicate subject, it had been already difficult enough for his friend to assume his sexuality, and those idiots were only making his life harder. Jeff felt so angry, he wanted to punch Lincoln and Steven when Wes had told him what they'd said to Nick, but he knew that would not take to anywhere, except a detention. "But, you know, you shouldn't listen to them." He continued, taking a hand to his friend's shoulder. Nick looked so upset, and was looking down, but smiled slightly when he felt Jeff's touch. "They're just scared of who is different from them, just ignore what they say."

"I know. Thanks Jeff, it's really great to have a friend like you, I mean, you were the first straight guy who wasn't so sacred I would hit on you to even come and talk to me." Jeff felt his insides tighten when he heard that, was he really straight? He hadn't been so sure of that lately, and the boy standing right in front of him was the reason of all that questioning. If he only had the guts to tell Nick that, but instead he just smiled and said "Yeah, that's what friends do."

In spite of Jeff's worlds, Nick looked more scared than ever now, his mouth was hanging open and he was looking in horror to something behind the Gryffindor boy. Jeff turned around, puzzled, and saw what had caused that reaction on his friend. The door of the Room of Requirement was visible and on the bottom of it there was a hole, with gnawing marks on its borders.

"Oh no."

"We need Hagrid. Now."