By the next morning, Ron's bitten hand had swollen to twice its size.

"Told you," was all Jack had to say to him at breakfast getting a grumble of 'Shut up Jack' in return.

Jack just ignored it and told him he had to go to Madam Pomfrey, but the others weren't sure about that – would she recognize a dragon bite? By the afternoon, though, he had no choice.

The cut had turned a nasty shade of green and it was travelling up his arm slowly.

After lessons that day, Harry, Hermione, and Jack went up to see him, finding Ron in a terrible state.

"It's not just my hand," he whispered "Although it feels like it can fall of at any minute. Malfoy told Madam Pompfrey that he wanted to borrow one of my books so he could come and laugh at me."

"She let him come to borrow one of your books when during the summer he should have gotten all the books on his Hogwarts list himself?" Jack asked questioningly, but no one seemed to hear him.

"He kept threatening to tell her what really bit me – I've told her it was a dog from the forest but I don't think she believes me – I shouldn't have hit him at the Quidditch match, that's why he's doing this."

"No, he's doing it because he's a snot-nosed-bully who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth," Jack said firmly, glad that this time they heard him. "The Malfoy family has always been tricksters, liars, cheats, and evolved with Dark Magic, right back to the middle ages. Um... I'm guessing, by how often he brags about it."

Not wanting to upset Ron more than he already was, Hermione came over and said "It will all be over at midnight on Saturday."

This had the complete opposite effect however, and made Ron sit up.

"Midnight on Saturday. Oh no! Oh no! I just remembered. Charlie's letter was in the book Malfoy took. He's going to know we're getting rid of Norbert."

Just then Madam Pompfrey came over to shoo Harry, Hermione and Jack away saying Ron needed rest.

A couple of floors down Jack said he had a letter to write and headed for the Owlery, while Harry and Hermione discussed that it was too late to write back and change the plan.


In the Owlery, Jack pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill and wrote a letter to Sandy asking if he could double the amount of Dreamsand to everyone (mostly the adults) except Harry Hermione and Hagrid, on Saturday night.

"Let's hope that my plan works Baby," Jack said gently petting her as Archie flew off "Of course it will only work if people are asleep or sleepy to begin with." he said not sure how this will turn out.

After a few hours Jack and Baby Tooth returned to the Gryffindor common room where Harry and Hermione were still going over the plan.

"So who's going to get the dragon?" Jack asked in a hushed voice.

"Well, as you are already in trouble, Hermione and I thought it best that you stay here and that me and her go and get him." Harry said.

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They found Fang the boarhound sitting outside with a bandaged tail when they went to tell Hagrid, who opened a window to talk to them, saying he wouldn't let them in because Norbert was at a tricky stage.

When they told him about Charlie's letter and what happened to it, his eyes filled with tears – although that may have been because Norbert had just bitten him on the leg.

"Aargh! It's alright, he only got my boot – jus' playin' – he's only a baby after all."

As they were leaving the 'baby' started banging his tail on the walls, making the windows rattle.

"You know – I'm starting to think that that dragon might be a girl and not a boy," Jack said looking over his shoulder.

"How in the world would you know that?" Hermione asked.

"Well according to my dragon expert friend, Females of almost every species are more violent and feisty than the males," Jack explained.

"Well it might also not help that Hagrid's keeping it shut up in his hut," Harry added remembering how he always felt when he was locked up in his cupboard.


On Saturday night, Harry and Hermione said goodbye to Jack in the common room around 11 o'clock.

"See you in the morning, I hope," Jack said wishing them his form of good luck hoping that everyone was asleep so their task would be easy as pie.

Turns out he was wrong.


The next morning Gryffindor's going past the hour glasses were all sure there was a mistake, how could they be 150 points fewer than yesterday?

Then the story came out.

Harry Potter – the famous Harry Potter and a couple of other first years had lost them all those points.

Jack, Elisa, Fred, George, and Ron, who was out of the hospital wing now, were the only ones not mad with them, because even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were looking forward to Slytherin finally being knock off their points throne.

"So you messed up, big deal," Jack said a few days later after making some fifth year Ravenclaw's slip on some ice for their loud and hurtful conversation about this situation. "School life is like that. I bet by next year everyone will have completely forgotten about it and will like you again."

"Yeah, besides Fred and George have lost loads of points before and everyone still loves them," Ron added helping himself to some more toast and marmalade.

"They've never lost 150 points in one go though have they?" asked Harry.

"Well no..." Ron admitted.

"But neither have you," Jack said "You only lost 50 points. Neville and Hermione each lost 50 as well. It's not our fault we're all in the same house and therefore the total ended up as 150 points from Gryffindor."

"Um Jack," Elisa who was on the other side of him, he had invited her over to the Gryffindor table to try and cheer Harry up "I don't think you're inspirational speech is helping Harry feel better."

"I'm only telling the truth," Jack said pouring himself some orange juice "My old parents always said to do that."

Either way, Harry had had enough of sneaking around and spying and promised himself not to meddle with things that were not his business to be meddle with.

He felt so ashamed of himself, that he went to Oliver Wood later that morning and asked if he could resign from the team.

"Resign!" he asked furiously "What good would that do? How are we meant to get any of those points back if we can't win at Quidditch?"

"By being good enough to win them back in classes, Oliver," Jack said pouting beside Harry – he had come for support, but it didn't really help.

But Quidditch had seemed to lost all the fun it used to have as well for Harry.

Nobody other than Jack or the Twins spoke to him that much anymore during practice, and if they had to talk about him they called him 'the Seeker'.

After one practice which left Oliver with a bloody nose and a few missing teeth thanks to Jack borrowing a bat from Fred and whacking a Bludger at his face because he was yelling at Harry for not doing the strategy he made up right, Jack took Harry on a walk around the forest.

"Um, you sure we can do that?" Harry asked not wanting to lose anymore points.

"Sure we can. The rules say we can't 'Go into' the forest, but we're not going into it, we're just simply walking around it." Jack said his broom over his shoulder.

"I guess..." Harry said felling a little better.