A/N: Sury about the wait. Just ya know... well... enjoy!

The HRH gang trotted down the steps of Hogwarts, through the grounds toward the gardens, by the Herbology Greenhouses, with a quick detour to the lake, where Hermione fed the giant squid an apple, and back to the path toward Hagrid's hut.

"I'm glad it doesn't take long to walk down here!" said Ron.

Harry knocked on Hagrid's door, and a voice came back through the door, "Yeauh, eh, 'm comin', jus' hol' yer herses!" There was the sound of a shattering teacup, and then Hagrid came through the door. "Oh! It's yuh…'ell come on in!" Hagrid ushered them in with his trash-bin-lid, hands, "'on't 'ant no one to know 'at yer hur."

"Hagrid, why don't you want know one to that we're-"

"Shut up, and get in hur!" he threw all three of them into the hut. "Now whatdaya hur fer!"

"Hagrid we know about the Sorcerer's Stone!" said Hermione, so quickly, that Ron jumped out of his chair, and another teacup died that day.

"Stop breakin' muh teacups, Weasley! We all know yer fam'ly cou'n't afurd ter fix 'um inerway." Ron turned a deep shade of pink as Hagrid turned his attention back to Hermione, "How'd ya know aboot thuh Surceres's Stern?" Before she could respond to his question he said, "It don't mattur! I aint goin ter tell ya anythin' aboot all thuh enchentmunts that errrrre gerdin' the Surceres's Stern?"

"Enchantments?" asked Hermione, as Ron and Harry tried to decipher Hagrid's dialect.

"Yeup seven of 'em! One from meself, one frum thet Sprut of a womern, one er Flitwicks charms, one frum Quirell, one frum Snape, and a grut, and I mean grut one from 'Umbledore! I mean thut is grut! Tha's seven right? An' why am ev'n telling you erboot this! Get outter my 'ouse!"

But something had caught Ron's eye, "Hagrid… what is that?"

Behind a cleverly placed blanket, a slender green head was poking out. "Oh! 'At's Norbert, thuh Norwegian Ridgeback, which is also the name of this chaptur! He finerly hatchen!"

"You have a dragon!" shrieked Ron, who had now left Hagrid's hut and was cowering behind the door.

"He's so cute!" said Hagrid, and even though Harry could understand Hagrid this time he still couldn't believe what he had heard.

"But, Hagrid, those are illegal!" said Hermione, "I read so in the Animal Control Ordinances of the Seventeen Hundreds!"

"How do you get enough time to read all of those?" shouted Harry.

"I told yeh ter get outer my house!" yelled Hagrid, angrily, before saying to Norbert, "I'ts okay Norbert, the bad, litt'e, kids arrre gune."

"I can't believe he's got a dragon in his house!" said Ron as he twiddled his thumbs, nervously.

"I can't believe he doesn't know that's illegal!" said Hermione as she tore through a copy of Animal Control Ordinances of the Seventeen Hundreds.

"I can't believe it's not butter!" said Harry as he ate one of Hagrid's bagels.

The next few classes went by in a blur, as Hermione wanted to tell Hagrid he wasn't allowed to have a dragon, Ron wanted to stay as far away from the grounds as possible, and Harry wanted to have some more of Hagrid's bagels. Quirrell seemed to be a lot more nervous in class, and totally freaked out when Poopicus got up to get a tissue. "I-uh-I thou-th-th-thought-t-t-t-t you wuh-were cuh-cuh-cuh-coming aft-t-t-ter muh-muh-me!," and it seemed that Draco, who had just gotten back from Saint Mungo's after he was turned into a bowl of fruit, had now taken a likening to following the HRH gang around the school.

"Why is Draco following us to Potions?" asked Ron.

"I think he has Potions with us, Ron," suggested Harry.

"Oh, uh, yeah, just making sure."

So Harry and Ron made it through Potions class without blowing anything up, thanks to the book Hermione had lent them; Not Blowing up Potions for Dummies. They still flunked, and Snape confiscated the book, along with twenty five points from Gryffindor.

"What if Hagrid gets sacked from this dragon," said Hermione after they were safe in a corridor.

"What are we going to do?" asked Ron.

"Hagrid plays quarterback?" asked Harry, who then remembered he was supposed to be British and quickly changed to cricket.

"So we have to come up with a plan to save Hagrid, from getting kicked off the staff!" Hermione said, completely disregarding Harry's comment.

"Yuh, know…my brother Charlie works with Dragons," said Ron. Hermione stared at him angrily, "In Romania."

"Dragons? Romania?" screeched Hermione.

"Brother? Charlie?" asked Harry.

"We've been talking about Hagrid's Dragon for the whole week, and you tell us that you're brother works with Dragons! Now!" Hermione looked furious. "We could have gotten the Dragon out of here by now, and then we would be able to study more!"

"What do ya mean that we could have gotten the Dragon out by now? I still have no idea how we're going to get the Dragon away from Hagrid," said Harry, and Ron looked surprised that Harry had actually been paying attention to the conversation.

"Obviously," Hermione scowled, "Charlie is going to come pick him up. Right, Ronald?"

"Well..uh…actually me and Charlie and have never been the best of brothers," said Ron.

"C'mon, he would do a little favor for you," said Hermione, crossing her arms.

"We interacted at breakfast, lunch, dinner, and the bathroom," aid Ron counting off the locations on his fingertips.

"The bathroom?" said Harry.

"I was swirlied many a time."

"So tomorrow," mused Hermione who was trying to forget what Ron had said, "we all go down to Hagrid's hut and tell him that Charlie will come get the dragon, after Ron sends an owl to tell him to come pick it up."

"You can use Hedwig, Ron." Ron didn't look to happy at the thought.

After Ron and Harry had finished supper, they rushed up to the Owlery where, after Ron's slip on a few owl pellets, Ron penned his letter.

Dear Charlie,

You know about Hagrid, the

Groundskeeper here at Hogwarts.

He has a little problem with a dragon

And if you could come pick it up

Before Hagrid ends up getting sacked

It would really be a great help.

Your brother,

Ron.

P.S. Don't tell Percy or mum…,maybe Dad

"So what do ya think," asked Ron, as he shoved his quill back into a bag.

"I think you have a strange family, now hurry up and give it to Hedwig!" Ron handed the card to Hedwig as Harry took Hedwig to the window. "Get there fast, will ya Hedwig."

"Hoot Hoot Sure Harry!" and with that Hedwig flew away.

"Did you here that?" yelled Harry to Ron, but Ron had already left the Owlery because of the smell. So Harry trekked back to the Gryffindor Common Room, where he fell in to a soft slumber, and dreamt of sugarplum fairies, dandelions and any other strange girlish item that had never been dreamed of before.

The next morning, the HRH gang headed back to Hagrid's hut, just as they had at the beginning of this chapter. After they had told Hagrid about the plan, and Harry had had a few more bagels, Hagrid broke down in a fit of tears.

"What's the matter Hagrid?" asked Hermione, as she started to cast suction charms at the flurry of tears.

"I's just 'as… sniff he's proberly gonna be a little lon'ly ya know, I mean, Nerbert's a li'le smull." The dragon was now perched on Hagrid's table, and Harry noticed that the legs of the table were wobbling frantically. "Boot I sniff guess it's thur best thin' fer 'um. So erm sniff, when's he goin ter pick 'um sniff up?"

Harry was about to answer when a white blur shot into the room, narrowly missing Norbert who almost bit its head off. Hedwig, landed on Harry's arm, and dropped a letter into his other arm.

"How'd you catch that with your arm?" exclaimed Ron as Harry ripped open the letter.

Dear Ronno,

I guess I could come by tomurra

help you with that dragon problemo

and maybe I would have exactly

enough time to come by and

give you a swirly!

Just like old times

C-Ly

"Dragon's supposed to be capitalized!" yelled Hermione.

"Ronno?" said Ron.

"C-Ly?" asked Harry.

"How many times are you going to say stuff at the exact same in this chapter?" yelled Hagrid.

"C-Ly?" continued Harry.

"Oh," said Ron, "That is his underground Romanian gansta name."

"How are we supposed to know when and where to drop him off?" yelled Hermione.

As if in answer to her question, another owl flew through the window, handed a letter to Ron, and turned around to exit the room, before being intercepted by the hungry Norbert.

"Oh lookie!" exclaimed Hagrid, "He's lurned ter hunt fer himself.

Ron began to read the letter.

"Sorry forgot to give you time

An place. How bout tall tower

You know the one where Fred

And George made all of the

Toilets explode, at midnight

C-Ly"

"Yeaaay!" shouted Harry, who jumped up and down in the air like a cheerleader.

"Who's 'at?" yelled Hagrid, who was now pointing a beefy finger toward the window.

"Malfoy?" yelled Hermione.

"Where?" said Ron, who slipped on Hagrid's rug and crashed headfirst into the ground. Draco suddenly launched away from the window and sped through the grounds.

"Now we're in trouble!" yelled Hermione, "And we were just about to catch Hufflepuff for third place!"

"Gruffinder's puttin' thur standards purty low these days," whispered Hagrid under his breathe.

"Whatdya say Hagrid?" asked Harry.

"Oh notin," Hagrid responded, as he cleared off his table. "Ya shoold get backter school now… and let Filch hang yeh." So the HRH gang hiked back to the very large front door with no assessed name, and after a few minutes of pushing it, Hermione scoffed at them and preformed the Open a Large Door Charm, confidently strutting through.

Surprisingly, it seemed like no one knew of their trip to Hagrid's and the worst they got was a stern warning from Quirrell for being late. "Tuh-tuh-try to buh-buh-be on t-t-t-time next t-t-t-ime, buh-because I am a Professor of Duh-d-d-defense against-st-st the Duh-duh-Dark Artssssssss…and it uh-it's muh-muh-my job!"

After two boring periods with Quirrell, and a Herbology lesson on feeding Suckuroot, (in which lesson, Neville got each hand stuck in a different Suckuroots.) the gang trekked to the dungeon for Potions, but something seemed to be bothering Harry.

"Harry, what is it?" asked Hermione, as Peeves dropped a flowerpot on Neville's head.

"It's just…how is Charlie able to get here so fast if he's in Romania right now?" Hermione and Ron looked at each other astonished.

"You know how wizards travel, don'tcha Harry?" asked Ron as Hagrid walked into view.

"'On't say no mure Ron," said Hagrid, "'at's not supperesed to be told to Harry until Year Five."

"Hagrid," asked Harry," What are you doing down in the dungeon?"

"Oh, uh just playin' a li'le Scrabble with Perfessur Snape. Well, bye ya two."

"There are three of us!" yelled Hermione.

Harry slipped into his desk, with Seamus, who was now Harry's partner after the first Potions lesson.

"Today," Snape, shoved a few pieces of something into his desk, "we will be making the Fertilizing Firmament; the directions are on the board." Snape tapped his wand, and a few thousand miniscule words appeared on the board. After Harry had dropped the sizzled mouse hair into his cauldron, Snape glided over to Harry's desk.

"Impressive…victory, Potter." Snape said and then launching his arms onto Harry's desk he shouted, "Youwontwinagin!"

"Excuse me, Professor," asked Harry.

"Hurry up class!" yelled Snape, who straightened up immediately, "I'll be checking your potions in a few minutes." Harry poured in everything he had in those 'few minutes', literally. After checking everyone's Potions and deducting a total of ninety-five and seven eights of a point from Gryffindor, or was it eleven twelfths of a point, Harry wasn't good at math, Snape bent over to check Harry's potion. After every test Snape ran, the potion was perfect, completely foolproof, the greatest concoction that Harry had made in his whole year at Hogwarts. Seeing no other alternative, Snape stepped away, and launched a fireball from the tip of his wand. The cauldron exploded in Harry's face, covering him in a thick sheet of dark brown…at a loss for a better word, crap.

"Pity," offered Snape, signing a Troll onto Harry's paper.

After the final lesson of the day, Harry collapsed onto his bed, and fell, asleep.

He awoke to Ron's face bent over him, who was shouting, "It's midnight, it's midnight!" After smacking Ron with a nearby shoe, Harry realized what he was talking about, and gathered his Invisibility Cloak and Hermione. After a tearful separation with Hagrid, they took Norbert and headed for the tower. They climbed up the stairs, passed a bathroom labeled: DO NOT ENTER UNLESS YOU WANT TO BE ATTACKED BY AN EXPLODING TOILET, and reached the top of the tower. Harry looked outside the window to see Charlie, hovering on a broom outside the window.

"You people can ride on brooms!" shouted Harry.

"Harry, you already know that, you're on the Quidditch Team" said Hermione.

"Oh sorry," said Harry, "brainfart." They tore off the cloak, and Charlie almost fell off his broom.

After a very cheery reunion with Charlie, the HRH gang ran down the stairs at full speed, trying to get out as fast as they could.

"Wait a second," said Harry, who Hermione noticed was having an epiphany; "Draco was probably just trying to be friends with us and was scared we would get angry at him."

Hermione muttered something under her breath as they came to the bottom of the stairs. She then noticed that a shadowy figure had just leapt out in front of them.

"We forgot the cloak!" she yelled.

"Here's your sign," scoffed Filch.