In Saturnalia's dream Kraug was still paralyzed. She woke up covered all over in an icy cold sweat and shivered so violently she nearly sprained her ankle. How horrible, the poor girl, to be unmoving so. But it was only dream... Wasn't it?

"If only life were like a dream," she said aloud. But she spoke to no one in particular because there were no particular people about her. No. She was all but alone in the drafty little house she had until recently shared with her twin sister Hermione for all the frustrating years of her lonely adolescence. And here it was about to get ever so much more lonely. To distract herself from her sorrow she slid a finger up her coo-coo and began rummaging about inside herself, trying to find some solace. But there was no redemption to be found there, only moist flesh and... what's this? A lump.

She became quite afriad. Like a wine glass filled to sloshing to the brim, but with fear instead of delicious wine. She was practically drunk on fear and reeled and stumbled out of her bedroom in a hapslap and dash run to the phone. She dialed up Longbottom's Apothocary first thing and waited impatiently for the call to go through. After a few dozen nerve wracking rings the call connected and she established a meeting for that very afternoon.

Across town and far into the murky dark woods a meeting of an entirely different sort was proceeding. The remaining velociraptors huddled fearfully about a fire, shielding their sensitive reptillian eyes from the too bright flames but unable to go far from it. A secret fascination lurked in their hearts for the conflagration and ever since they'd discovered the ancient art of blaze-craft they'd been without a fire for the entire week of their short and sudden existence. Fire good indeed...

But anyway, there were still several millenia left to go in this undeveloped and historically placed timescape until engines were to have been invented and so Saturnalia was forced to ride upon horseback into town. Even though she was dreadfully afraid of missing her very important consultation with apothocary Longbottom she could barely keep her eyes upon along the dirt trail. She dozed in her saddle, and in her fitfull sleep, she dreamt...

...of Hogwarts...

Pansy Parkinsons was painting her toenails pink. Until very recently the school had a strict no toe nail painting policy, but she and her darkgroom Draco Malfoy had abolished that silly rule upon the first day of their regency as king and queen of the school. She didn't even wear shoes anymore is how happy she was about her newfound foot freedoms. Everywhere she went people gaped at her glorious toe polish and fell to their knees weeping in adoration, jealousy, sometimes a mixture of both.

She punched Hagrid with ferocious strength. The oafish half giant was unable to strike back because she was just a little girl and so he curled up on the ground, grovelling for her forgiveness.

"Many pardons yer majesty, I-I didn't mean to upset ye so I didn't I swear't" He blurted out, hoping it was the right thing to say. He certainly did not want to piss her off any further.

"You stupid stupid beast," she said, "I hate you and so does everyone else did you know?"

Hagrid began to cry fiercely, he only ever wanted to be loved, but it looked that would never happen, not now...

But Pansy wasn't done yet, she pulled a strange girdle of some sort from out of her Gucci hand bag and tossed it with upmost disdain at Hagrids feet. The half giant blinked stupidly at the mettalic device glinting in the morning sun before him and scratched his beard.

"Er... what's this then?" He asked, taking a sip of hot steamy vegetable soup.

Draco and Snape both laughed fit to split, one of them muttered in between chuckles, "the absolute sod, is there anything he does know what it is!?"

Pansy nearly threw up she was so angry. Swallowing her sticky hot vomit she informed the oaf, "it's a chastity belt you fucking retard! It keeps your pecker from getting hard and I say you have to wear it forever now so that you're willy will shrink eventually!"

Hagrid already had an enourmosly small willy and he couldn't bear the thought of it shirnking further. But he had no choice. With great trepidation he slip the device up to his crotch, he was already naked so that part was easy, but then he had to stuff his penis inside of it and when he did so it clicked shut and Pansy, making sure she caught his eye before hand, took the key, his pecker key, which would enable hardons, and she threw it into the lake.

Hagrid fell to his gigantic knees. "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"