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After my disastrous Christmas morning, everything went back to semi-normal.
Professor McGonagall managed to teach me how to use my changing-shape. Apparently I was an animagus. But I was a strange one… everyone else had to train for months, possibly even a few years to be able to change, whereas I just woke up like that one morning. After some extensive research though, she found that one or two others in wizarding history had such unusual circumstances, normally caused by a spell. Being questioned about such, though, I had no idea who could or would of cast it. After a debate with Professor Dumbledore, they decided against registering me with the Ministry of Magic as well. So only Harry, Ron, Draco, Blaise, Professors McGonagall, Dumbledore, and me of course, knew. I was just relieved that I could control it now. The tail was nice, and the fur was warm, but I liked my two legs.
When school term started back I started spending more time around Harry, Hermione and Ron again, hearing all about their adventures. I already knew about Fluffy, and their suspicions on Professor Snape, but they caught me up on their discovery of who Nicholas Flamel was, and what he created – the Philosophers Stone, and they confided in me their far-fetched theory that Professor Snape was trying to steal the stone to make himself immortal. What for? So he could terrorize students forever? I didn't think they were on the right track.
Everything went quietly until April, which was the month the excitement started. We visited Hagrid, the groundskeeper, at night. However, Hagrid seemed to be busy with something, superheating his small cabin.
He was talking rather fast, as if eager for us four to leave, standing in front of the fireplace. Behind him was clearly a cauldron on the fire.
'What's so weird about that?' I wondered when whatever was in the cauldron rattled loudly. Hagrid turned, donning thick mitts to retrieve the item from the fire, juggling it slightly, for it was hot. He took out a smooth black oval-shaped thing.
"Hagrid, what is it, exactly?" Harry asked nervously. Ron was staring at it.
"I know what that is." He said awed. "But, Hagrid, how ever did you get one? They're really rare."
"Oh, I won it. Down the pub." Hagrid sounded embarrassed, staring intently at the egg on the table. It started hatching, and a moment later, bits of shell exploded everywhere. I ducked a shard of shell, before sitting back up again, examining the ungainly thing on the table.
"Is it a dragon?" Hermione sounded shocked.
"That's not just a dragon, that's a Norwegian Ridgeback! I've heard about them, from my brother Charlie. They're really rare." Ron prided himself on his knowledge. I was too busy staring at it. It's head was weaving back and forth on its' neck, alternately looking between Hagrid and the others gathered around the table, including me.
"Hello, Norbert." Hagrid said to the dragon that sat on his table.
"Norbert?" Harry asked.
"Yea, well he's got to have a name, don' he?" Hagrid replied. He did have a point there. Norbert stopped turning, finally facing Hagrid, and burped, spewing flames through his beard.
"Oh, bless him, he knows his mummy!" Hagrid cooed, putting out the flames. His gaze fell on the window though, and his eyes widened. "Oh no."
Harry turned. "Malfoy." He informed Hagrid, as a pale blur ran from the window. I sighed slightly. Couldn't he leave well enough alone?
"You better get going." Hagrid told us, shooing us out the door, glancing over at his new pet.
A few weeks, and many bites and burns later, we were smuggling Norbert off to Charlie, Ron's brother. We gratefully handed him the crate, well I didn't, my hand being swollen from the most recent bite, and started down the stairs joyfully, free of the pesky dragonet. However, at the bottom, our joy died, as Filch and Professor McGonagall stood there, flanked by Draco, and towing Neville along.
"Oops." I muttered to myself.
"Yes, Miss Potter." McGonagall agreed with me coldly. "Oops. Would any of you care to tell me what you were doing in the Astronomy Tower at midnight? As you are fully aware of, this tower is out of bounds, except during class time, and it is most definitely not class time."
"Oh, well, we…" Harry stumbled. I elbowed him then stepped forward.
"I thought I left one of my books up there, Professor McGonagall. I was mistaken, as we found out."
"So it seems. And what about the dragon Mr Malfoy was telling me about?"
I opened my mouth to reply, but here, it failed me. Thankfully, Hermione saved me.
"What dragon?" She asked, frowning slightly. "There was no dragon."
"Yes there was." Draco began, but Professor McGonagall turned on him.
"Be quiet, Mr Malfoy. Now, as being out of bed after hours is forbidden, as you all know, I think it's fair to give all five of you a detention, despite the good actions of Mr Malfoy here, coming to alert me as to you three out of bed."
Draco smirked at Harry, and then dropped it as he realized Professor McGonagall had included him in the detention.
We all slunk off, hanging our heads. Draco dropped back to walk next to me.
"Amy," he began, but I shook my head.
"Not now, Draco. I'm tired and I just want to go to bed."
"Amy," he began again. "I didn't mean for you to get caught too, I thought you had better sense then to be running about at midnight with Potter and a dragon. I mean, what if it hurt you?"
I laughed slightly and showed him my bitten hand, which was swollen and tender to move. His eyes widened at the sight, and he looked at me worriedly.
"So what if Norbert hurt me? I've had a lot worse pain." I stopped and looked at him. "You know that."
He looked away. "I know." He muttered.
I sighed. "What's wrong, Draco?" I asked him, forcing him to look at me, placing my uninjured hand on his cheek.
Draco looked puzzled. "What do you mean?" He asked, confusion on his sharp features.
"Why do you hate Harry, yet not me?" I asked quietly. I wanted to look away, but I didn't. He looked back at me, searching my face for something. I did the same to his. When he gave no reply I turned to leave.
"Wait, Amy!" He called, catching my shoulder. I turned, to find his face centimetres from my own. Gently, he pressed his mouth to mine, kissing me. I just stood there, not moving. He stepped back. "Night." He slipped away, disappearing around a corner. I stood there, until Harry and Hermione came back to find me.