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I know the beginning of this chapter kind of sucked, but I tried. Reviews are always welcome.


Chapter 17: Care of Magical Creatures-Lesson 1

Harry and Ron sat down across from Hermione at the Gryffindor table. "Where have you been?" she asked.


"Did you finish your Transfiguration?" she demanded.

"No," Ron admitted.

"Don't worry, Hermione," Harry interrupted before she could explode. "We're almost done, and we have another free period after lunch."

Hermione was about to say something then stopped to stare at the doors. "What's Charlie doing here?"

Sure enough when the boys looked Charlie was walking up the aisle behind them. "Charlie," Ron waved him over. "Why are you here?"

"I need to talk to Sirius."

"What about?"

"You'll find out eventually," with that Charlie made his way to the staff table to speak with the Marauders. The three old friends all grinned widely and practically sprinted out of the Great Hall with Charlie struggling to keep up.

After lunch, Hermione forced Ron and Harry to do their homework; which wasn't nearly as painful as they pretended. Then they headed downstairs for their first CoMC lesson with Sirius.

Professor Black was waiting for his N.E.W.T. class in the Entrance Hall. "Is everyone here?" When no one answered he continued, "This lesson is going to be a bit more dangerous than you're usually class so you must be very careful. If I tell you to do something, listen; I will not tolerate any behavior that could place you or your classmates in danger. Understood?" Everyone nodded. "Good. Follow me." They headed down to the forest and around a crop of trees. Suddenly they were face to face with creatures from some of their worse nightmares. Students screamed and several were near fainting.

"Alright, class," Sirius yelled. "Hey, everyone!" He pulled out his wand. "SHUT UP!" he roared while setting off a series of small explosions. The class spun to stare at him in shocked silence.

"Now, as you can see, we are studying dragons this year. The first thing to remember is to keep your voice down. Second, that," he pointed to a glowing blue line on the ground, "is all the closer you can get to them without permission from me or Mr. Weasley. The line marks the outer range of the dragons' flame." The students all quickly backed away.

"For those who don't know him, this is Charlie Weasley," he motioned to Ron's brother. "He works with dragons in Romania and was kind enough to provide us with these marvelous specimen.

"So, first, who can identify this one?" Sirius pointed to a green dragon. Hermione's hand shot into the air, and to everyone's surprise, Ron slowly raised his as well. "Ron," Sirius called.

Ron seemed a bit nervous, "It's a Common Welsh Green." Charlie winked at his little brother.

"Good," Sirius congratulated. "Ten points for Gryffindor. As its name implies, it is a Welsh dragon that nests in high mountains. A Welsh Green's roar is very melodious and easily recognizable.

"They normally prefer to eat sheep and avoid human contact. However, the Ilfracombe Incident shows that even the most reclusive magical creatures can not always be separated from Muggles."

Sirius glanced around the class to make sure everyone was listening. "Now who can identify this species?" he asked pointing to the dragon with iridescent scales.

As usual, Hermione's hand was the first up and she was called upon. "It's an Antipodean Opaleye."

"Correct! Ten more points. Now the Opaleye…" The lesson continued with Sirius describing the dragon until the end of class. When the bell rang from the school, Sirius yelled, "You need to write a foot long essay about each dragon. If you want to get a head start, we'll be writing one about each of the ten dragon types."