A/N: Hey guys! i hope you're doing well today! So, I'm curious. When this first book is over, should i post the next one as another story? My default is yes that i will, but what do you guys think? please let me know!

Fun Fact: If Henry could have any animal and raise it up, it would be a Snow Leopard.


(Harry POV)

As the school year continued on, Harry and I went on a couple more adventures under the cloak, but when Uncle Zander caught us out of bed one time, he gave us a telling off, saying that if he caught us out of bed at one in the morning again, he'd take a load of points from Slytherin and give us detention and though we tried to argue with him, he wasn't having any of it. It was only when he threatened to take away the cloak and tell aunt Rose that we promised we'd listen and stop sneaking out.

With all the studying and Quidditch practice I had to do now, I was so busy, that I was a little glad for the excuse not to stay up late many nights, though without the adventures, school was far less fun and left me wanting an adventure,

The chance came, however, for us to have another one that not even I could resist, when we were sitting in the library, hunched over some books and arguing over the sixth use of dragon's blood, when we heard a familiar voice excusing himself as he tried to get between some tables. Looking up, we grinned at Hagrid, who was shuffling passed us with something seemingly hidden behind his back.

"Hey!" We waved merrily, and looking quite nervously at us, as he waved back, he shuffled more towards the door.

"Whatcha got there, Hagrid?" Henry asked and the half giant merely just coughed with a smile.

"Eeer, it ain't nothin' yeh need to concern yerself with." He seemed in a hurry to get out of the library, so staring at him, we nodded slowly.

"Can we come see you after the quidditch match this week?" I asked and he opened his mouth, as if he were going to say something, but seemingly thinking better of it, he nodded.

"Good, 'cause we were gonna come see you anyway." Henry smiled and with a forced smile, Hagrid made his way from the library. As soon as he was gone, Henry was on his feet and going to check the section that Hagrid had just been in. When he returned with an armful of books about Dragons, we exchanged glance.

"You don't think he could have a dragon, do you?"

"Maybe he's training it to guard the stone."

"Good, then I hope it eats Snape."

Sitting back down to do our work, I kept glancing at the volumes that Henry had brought over, wondering as I worked, if Hagrid knew what he was getting himself into, or better yet, what my cousin and I would be getting ourselves into by getting involved.

The match between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor couldn't come faster. Henry, Draco, Urie and I all wanted Hufflepuff to win, so we'd still have a shot at the Cup, but knowing how good Jakoba was, didn't make us feel any better. If Gryffindor lost, and we beat Ravenclaw, then we could go against each other again and maybe win the cup.

When the match finally came, all of Slytherin house made banners, posters and other stuff, showing our support for Hufflepuff, while Ravenclaw was supporting the Gryffindors. Quidditch wasn't only a fierce game in the Wizarding community, but it was a fierce game at Hogwarts as well, with nearly every single person inside the school showing up to watch.

By the time the game started, I was on my feet and screaming with my cousin and friends, our voice mingling with the rest of the school. It was a long game, but soon enough, the snitch was caught by Jakoba and Gryffindor had won the game. Even though I was disappointed and a little frustrated, as everyone was reaching the stands, I decided I wanted to go congratulate the Gryffindor seeker. So, telling Henry that I would be back and to go on to Hagrid without me, I made my way down to the grassy fields.

I was just about to start pushing through the crowd, when something caught my attention. There was a figure racing from the castle and heading for the Forbidden Forest. Was it… Snape." I moved away from the crowd and now, too curious, I headed after the figure, stopping on my way to ask one of the Hufflepuff students if I could borrow his broom for a moment and offering him three galleons if he let me,

Luckily for me, the broom I'd borrowed was a Nimbus 1700, so essentially the same one that I'd had at home, before getting my new one and as I got on it and flew into the forest, quietly following Professor Snape, I was sure to keep as quiet as possible.

The trees were so thick as I went deeper into the forest and after a time, it became difficult to see where Snape had gone. I flew in circles, lower and lower, brushing the top branches of trees until finally, after a time, I heard voices. Gliding toward them, I landed noiselessly in a towering beech tree.

I climbed carefully along one of the branches, holding tight to the broomstick I'd ridden here, trying to see through the leaves as my heartbeat pounded in my ears. If I got caught, not only would Snape slaughter me, but my Uncle Zander would be furious that not only was I sneaking around again, but that I'd been caught sneaking around in the forest.

Down, in the shadowy clearing below where I'd landed, stood Snape, but he wasn't alone. Quirrell was there, too. I couldn't quite make out the look on his face, but he was stuttering worse than ever. I strained to catch what they were saying.

"... d-don't know why you wanted t-t-to meet here of all p-places, Severus..."

"Oh, I thought we'd keep this private," said Snape, his voice icy. "Students aren't supposed to know about the Sorcerer's Stone, after all."

I leaned forward. Quirrell was mumbling something. Snape interrupted him.

"Have you found out how to get past that beast of Hagrid's yet?"

"B-b-but Severus, I-"

"You don't want me as your enemy, Quirrell," said Snape, taking a step toward him.

"I-I don't know what you-"

"You know perfectly well what I mean."

An owl hooted loudly, and Harry nearly fell out of the tree. He steadied himself in time to hear Snape say, " - your little bit of hocus-pocus. I'm waiting."

"B-but I d-d-don't-"

"Very well," Snape cut in. "We'll have another little chat soon, when you've had time to think things over and decided where your loyalties lie."

He threw his cloak over his head and strode out of the clearing. It was almost dark now, but I could see Quirrell, standing quite still as though he was petrified.

I stayed there on the branch for a very long moment, until finally, after Quirrell had left, I got my courage back and made my way to Hagrid Hut.

When I arrived there, it was beginning to get dark already, and a,l the curtains were pulled shit, despite this though, I heard voices inside, that made it sound like Hagrid was arguing with someone that I presumed to be my cousin.

I knocked on the door and the voices quieted for a moment, before someone peaked out from one of the curtains and then, nearly immediately after, the door was opened and I was pulled in. "What took you so long?" I shook my head at my cousin and moved my eyes toward Hagrid. I couldn't tell him now, it would have to wait. Henry seemed to understand, as with a nod, he looked back at Hagrid.

"I'm trying to convince Hagrid to tell me what else is guarding the stone." Henry said. I looked at him with a start. I'd assumed we were coming here about the books from the library. I had no idea Henry was still on about The Sorcerer's stone, but after what I'd just seen, I decided that scolding and reminding him of Uncle Zander wouldn't work. In any case, after what I'd just seen, I wanted more than anything to know.

"I ain't tellin' yeh notin' more." Hagrid said. "I already open me mouth ter much."

"You know," I said, thoughtfully. "Hagrid, Fluffy's enough to keep us from sneaking around in there right now, but Henry and I really like adventure." He was staring at me even more intensely as I continued. "We don't wanna know how to get past the obstacles guarding the stone, we just wanna know what's guarding the stone— or at least which teachers are guarding it. I mean, that couldn't hurt right? All that would do was tell us that it's way too dangerous to even try and snoop over there and keep us away from it."

"Honestly." Henry added, "Dumbledore trusted you so much, we're only really wondering who else he trusted."

This seemed to make Hagrid smile as he said, "Oh, a'right, I s'ppose I could tell yeh that." I held up my fingers and quietly began to count as he said, "He borrowed Fluffy from me, then some of the other teachers put up some enchantments, Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, Professor Quirrell… Dumbledore did something O'course, and oh, I'm forgettin' someone— ah yes and Professor Snape."

I glanced at Henry, a sudden and violent chill racing up my spin and glancing at the fire in the hearth, even despite the upcoming summer heat, I looked back at Hagrid. "Can we open a window?"

"Sorry, can't." He looked at the fire, and following his gaze, I started, when I saw something in there that I hadn't noticed before. In the heart of the fire, under the kettle, there was a huge black fire.

"Hagrid…" I said, my voice rising slightly.

"Woah, where'd you even get it?" Henry seemed more fascinated by it, then worried as he walked over and crouched in front of the fire to look at the thing.

"I won it last night in a game of cards with a stranger." Hagrid explained as he fidgeted nervously with his beard. "Think he was glad to get rid of it, if I'm honest."

"Hagrid." Henry now stood and turned to the half-giant. "What are you even going to do with it when it's hatched?"

"I been doin' some readin'." Hagrid said and pulled out a book that he'd gotten from the library out from under his pillow. "Dragon Breading for Pleasure and Profit. It's a bit out of date, but it's good nonetheless. Keep 'em in the fire, 'cause their mothers like ter breath on 'em and when it hatches, feed it on a bucket of brandy mixed with chicken blood every half hour and see here, how to recognize different eggs. What I got there is a Norwegian Ridgeback. There're rare, them."

We stared at him in absolute horror now, neither of us having the guts to tell him two things— that he had a wooden house and would have it be turned into nothing more than campfire wood and that he would be arrested if he didn't get rid of the egg. This was not good and even if we shouldn't have had to worry about it, we were definitely now worrying about it.

That night, when we left his cabin, we sat up late and talked endlessly about everything that had happened today. I told Henry about the conversation I'd overheard Snape having with Quirrell, then we discussed what the obstacles could be and what each teacher might have done to secure the stone. It was scary to think that all Quirrell had to do was crack and Snape would have the stone, but I had confidence that even if he did, Fluffy and Dumbledores spells would be enough.

For now, I would hope the stone was safe where it was and as I went to bed, I decided to focus on the other problem Henry and I now seemed to have.

What to do about Hagrid having a dragon.