That night, after dinner, the four of us went to Hagrid's hut. It was past curfew, so we had to sneak out way out. Harry knocked on Hagrid's door.

"Hagrid–"

"Oh, hello." He cut Harry off. "Sorry, don't wish to be rude but, I'm in no fit state to entertain today.."

Before he shut the door, we immediately inform, "we know about the Philosopher Stone!" Hagrid let's us in.

"We think Snape's trying to steal it!" Harry warned.

"Snape? Blimey, you're not still on about him are ya?"

I gave a confused look, "Wait, Professor Snape? Why would he be after the stone?"

"We know that he's after it, we just don't know why!" 

"Snape is one of the teachers protecting the stone!" Hagrid assured. "He's not about to steal it!"

"What?"

"You heard. Right, come on now. I'm a bit preoccupied today."

"Wait a minute. One of the teachers?" Harry questioned.

"Of course!" Hermione popped in. "There are other things defending the stone aren't there? Like spells and enchantments!"

"That's right!" Hagrid inured. "Waste of bloody time, if you ask me. Ain't no one gonna get past Fluffy. Ain't a soul knows how, 'cept for me and Dumbledore- I shouldn't have told you that." he mumbled.

Suddenly, the pot over the fire, behind Hagrid, began to shake and rattle. He slipped on his mittens and pulled an oval shaped sphere. It looked like to be an egg of some kind. He placed it on the table as we came over to observe it.

"Uh, Hagrid, what exactly is that?" Harry unsurely asked.

Hagrid tried to find the words to explain when Ron immedeatly sprung out, "I know what that is!" He looks up at the half-gaint surprised. "Hagrid, how did you get one?"

"I won it." He answered. "Off a stranger I met down at the pub. Seemed quite glad to be rid of it, as a matter of fact..."

The egg was furiously shaking, looked like it was about to hatch! We slowly stepped back and the egg shells few all over the place. Out came a small reptile creature with wings. We stared in awe at the thing as it let out their first baby sounds.

"Is that...a dragon?" I grinned.

"That's not just a dragon," corrected Ron. "That's an Norwegian Ridgeback. My brother, Charlie, works with these in Romania."

"Isn't he beautiful?" Hagrid smiled like a proud parent as it looks in his direction. "Oh, bless him, he knows his mummy! 'alo Norbert~"

Harry raised a brow, "Norbert?"

"Yeah, well he's gotta have a name don' 'e? Don't you Norbert?" Hagrid began tickling under Norbert's chin, making him hiccup, and spat fire on his beard. "Well, he have to be trained up a bit, of course!" He joked. "–Who's that?"

We look through the window behind us and see an all-too-familiar, blond prick making a run for it.

"Malfoy!" Harry glared.

"Oh, dear......