LLL- this is my first Harry Potter fanfic and this is a kind of strange pairing but I think it can work out. I do not own harry potter.
I lie in my bed reading The Logical Physics of Magical Creatures. Me, Harry, and Ron decided going home for Christmas break was just too dangerous. So, we stayed here at Hogwarts, under the safe watch of Dumbledore and other trained witches and wizards. None of us have problems with staying. Harry sees the school as his home anyway. Ron didn't mind staying with two of his closest friends and I figure the less my muggle parents were involved with the magical world, the better. Many other students went home for the break, so the castle is a little more quiet than usual. The teachers are not as alert as usual and cold weather has promised nobody sneaky anywhere unpermitted such as the forbidden forest. Honestly, I'm surprised myself that Hagrid hasn't made an excuse for dragging us down there.
My door opens and I look up. Ron peeks into my dorm, checking for other girls.
"What are you doing?" I ask, rolling my eyes.
"Making sure the coast is clear. And I can see you're obviously reading another dictionary."
"Get out. You know you're not allowed in here."
"Nobody cares right now. But put on your sweater. Hagrid wants us to come down to his place. He says it's important."
I sigh. 'Of course I spoke to soon.' "Fine," I say, getting up and sliding my jacket on. I follow him to the common room and Harry is waiting for us. He nods to me and me the same as we exit. Lately, the castle has had an uneasy quietness about it. Our footsteps echo off the walls as we walk and the pictures are vacant. I can't help but feel extra aware of everything when things get like this. We make it outside. It has just started to snow and there is a light sheet of white on the ground as we go down the hill. The sun is starting to set.
"Harry, it's going to be dark soon. We've been sitting in the Gryffindor Dorms all day. Why didn't he ask us to come down earlier?" I point out.
"I'm not sure. It's probably something that can't be shown during the day time," he answers.
"Or maybe he just thought about it," Ron adds. I nod, pondering the likeliness of those occurrences. We make it to Hagrid's hut. Before Harry can even knock, Hagrid opens the door and drags us in.
"I'm so glad you guys came. I got somethin so beutifur I been waitin ta show ya."
"Sounds interesting Hagrid, but why now? Why not earlier in the day?" I ask.
"Because the eggs gonna be hatchin soon and I didn't want you guys to miss' em."
"If it's any type of creature with more than five legs, I'm leaving," Ron complains.
"C'mon. I'll show ya." Hagrid grabs his light and his dog and heads out of the door. We follow him into the Forbidden Forest. The farther we get, the darker and colder it appears. The trees thicken and the sun is no longer visible. It doesn't even look like it was ever snowing. We come to a hollow tree and three eggs. Hagrid pulls out a feather and tickles each egg. Ron, Harry and I exchange unsure looks as the eggs begin to crack. Out pops what looks like a lion with a beak. Then, it stretches out two long wings.
"It looks like a baby Buckbeak," Ron smiles. "It's adorable."
"It's a Gryphon. Isn't it Hagrid?"
"Where did they come from? These are very rare."
"I won' em. The guy who had' em didn't care whether or not they was hatched and cared for properly or eaten with someone's flapjacks. I had to get' em."
"What's the catch Hagrid?" Harry blurts. We all look at him. "I understand you wanted to share this moment with us, but it's never just that. There's more to it, isn't there?"
"I'm goin away night for a few days. I haven't told Dumbledore about' em yet and I need someone to look after' em. Poor things are just babies. They are too young to go unsupervised. Can you guys look after them? Ya know, just come to my house every now and then and checkup. All they do is sleep the first week anyway."
"To your house?" I gawk.
"Well of course. You don't think I'd leave' em in this hell hole do ya? I might as well put' em on a plate and sprinkle salt with a neon sign that says 'eat me'. Please you guys."
"OK Hagrid," Harry says. "We'll keep an eye on them. Where are you going anyway?"
"It's Order business. I can't tell ya."
This makes Harry a little angry but he simply exhales and says, "Let's get out of here. I've never like this place." At that, Hagrid grabs the Gryphons and we start walking. When we get back Hagrid's house, the sun is down and the snow has stopped.
"We are going to be in so much trouble if we get caught." Ron panics. "We are practically on parole already."
"Ron is right," I admit. "We should get going."
"Before you go. They can only eat Bezoar at this age and I think I'm out."
"So what do you expect us to do? Go in the stomach of a goat and fish some out?"
"No. Maybe there's some around here. Just look for it. Now go ahead and get going."
The three of us trail back up to the school and sneak our way in. It's too quiet for comfort. Every step we take is louder than the last. That's when the thought hits me from out of nowhere. There is Bezoar in the materials closet in the potions room, but Snape would never let me ask for it.
"Hey, I've had to go to the bathroom for the longest. I think I'll talk to you guys tomorrow," I say, turning into the direction of the girl's lavatory. They shrug their shoulders and continue up the stairs. I walk to the dungeon stairs. Snape should be asleep like every other teacher in the castle. Slowly, I make my way to the potions room doors.
"Alohomora," I whisper. The latch unlocks and I ease my way in. It's dark and quiet. The same way it is during class without Snape's creeping eyes following you. I go to the cabinet and grab around 10 of the hundreds of Bezoar. I hear the door behind me close and turn, only to see Snape standing with the scariest most disgusted look on his face. He crosses his arms.
"Ms. Granger, what are you doing?" Now I'm supposed to be the smart one, but this is one of those moments where my mind refuses to think.
"I just thought it'd be nice to help you take inventory since you've had such a long school year."
"I wasn't born this morning Ms. Granger. That's one hundred and twenty five points from Gryffindor."
"What! Why so much?"
"Fifty for stealing. Twenty five for being out past dark. Twenty five for lying and another twenty five for going into the forbidden forest unauthorized."
"Of course I knew," he says, stepping up and raising his voice. "It's not hard to miss three of the most delinquent children at Hogwarts walking into the forest with a dog and a giant."
"Were you going to say anything?"
"No, but you messed that up when you decided to steal from me. And on top of that, you have detention with me."
"For the rest of the break."
"No. What about Christmas."
"What about it?"
"I know you celebrate it."
"No. I don't take part. It's just muggle foolery that has spreaded to the magical world. Now it's late and I'm tired. Come with me." With that, he walks out of the room, beckoning me to follow. I stuff the Bezoar into my shirt and continue after him. We go to the fat lady picture and Snape turns away, leaving.
"Snape wait." He stops walking but doesn't turn. "I'm sorry."
"Of course you are. Tomorrow. My room. 6 o clock pm. Sharp."
He's gone and I enter the common room.
LLL- Hope you all enjoyed. Please review.
Hermione- And excuse any typing errors she made
LLL- yeah. That too.