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Gorgon Curse	By : TransientTemptation Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 28962 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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A/N: Oh my goodness. Two updates... for two different stories... in one day. Now that is impressive. Sorry if Hagrid's accent is all wrong here. I'm not very good at writing 'uneducated' sounding accents. I'm proud of myself for even trying to include him honestly. And Neville! Yay Neville. And what I wrote here is pretty much true. I think his actor in the movies did grow into his looks very nicely.

“’Arry!”

Harry smiled and turned at the sound of his longtime friend’s familiar accent. “Hi, Hagrid.” The half-giant smiled widely as he came over to where Harry was about to enter the teacher’s lounge and gave him a pat on the shoulder that nearly sent the smaller man to the ground.

“It’s ben too long! ‘Ow is everythin’?” the Care of Magical Creatures Professor asked.

Harry shrugged. “We’re managing.”

Hagrid’s smile faded slightly but then returned full force. “Glad ta ‘ere it! ‘Ow ‘bout ya come down ta see me after classes taday? Fang’ll love ta see ya! He’s gettin’ on in years ya know.”

Harry nodded. The dog was at least twenty-six. “Sure Hagrid. I’ll stop by after my last class,” he assured the larger man. His first week of teaching had definitely been harder than he had expected. Mostly because the students seemed far more interested in Harry’s exploits than learning the material. Harry’d had to implement a few techniques to keep the class in line he’d picked up from Snape, much to Harry’s annoyance. And while Harry didn’t have nearly the same level of heart stopping glare Snape had had it did the job well enough.

“Wonderful! I’ll make sure ta have a fresh batch o’ cakes fer ya!” the half-giant said before hurrying back down the hall. Harry’s smile remained intact even if he felt suddenly apprehensive. The last thing he wanted was to break all his teeth on one of Hagrid’s rock cakes.

“Don’t worry, Harry. The cakes have gotten better,” Neville said sticking his head out of the teacher’s lounge.

Harry laughed and shook his head. “Do they still break teeth?”

“Only the ones with raisins in them. I have no idea how he gets those raisins so hard…” Neville said as he stepped back to let his old housemate into the lounge. “But if it’s the plain ones then you should manage to actually bite it without damage. And they only taste slightly of chalk now.”

“A great improvement then,” Harry said as he took a seat in one of the chairs. “How long did it take him to make them not rock-like?”

Neville shrugged. “A couple years. I finally figured out that if I gave him a cook book for Christmas he might get better. It took him a while to actually use it but now that he does… much better.”

“I just ignore the ones he always sends us…” Harry admitted, still feeling slightly guilty about it. Hagrid did mean well after all.

Neville chuckled a little. “Up until about five years ago you weren’t missing much,” he said. “Not even my Bear Trap Water Lilies could break through them back then.” Harry laughed some and took a moment to examine how Neville had changed over the years. It had always surprised him how well Neville had grown into his looks and the weight he’d lost as he got surprisingly tall had never really come back. He was fairly good looking. Not an amazing beauty like the Malfoy’s always had been but definitely better than average.

“I don’t suppose you’d like to come with me to Hagrid’s to help avert questions would you?” Harry asked hopefully.

Neville winced a little. “Sorry, Harry. I would but I’ve a Devil’s Snare that’s acting really sluggish. I think there might not be enough moisture where I’m keeping it. I have to check.”

Harry raised an eyebrow at that. “Where are you keeping it?”

“In one of the old dungeons,” Neville said absently. “Professor Simms let’s me use one since he doesn’t use them all. I wouldn’t have dared asked Snape… but the dungeon is really the best place for Devil’s Snare.”

Harry nodded in understanding. He hadn’t dealt with Professor Simms much. The newest potion’s instructor was just slightly odd in a way Harry couldn’t quite place. He didn’t seem to even like potions but once Slughorn retired again very few people had wanted to take over the job. Something about being associated with Death Eaters or some other such nonsense. The potion’s instructor position had been filled several times by several different people over the years since Slughorn left and apparently McGonagall wasn’t very impressed with any of the people who’d taken it on. Harry wouldn’t be in total shock if Professor Simms didn’t last into next year.

“So how are you liking teaching?” Neville asked leaning back in his own chair.

Harry shrugged. “It’s different than I expected but I’m trying to channel the old DA and that seems to help… when I can keep them on topic that is…”

Neville smiled some. “You know… I still have my coin…”

Harry smiled and nodded. “So do I.”

“You are a good teacher, Harry,” Neville said. “Once they get over the hero thing it’ll get easier. Trust me. For a while I was Professor Snake-Killer. Thankfully after a year or so they seemed to forget that.”

Harry nodded again and got up. “Don’t worry, Nev. I know everything’ll settle down. It’s only the first week after all.”

“Speaking of… any secret places you’ll be sneaking into or secret deliveries you’ll be making?” Neville asked, trying and failing to hide his smile.

“Ha ha, no. I’m not planning on anything but boring class work for then entire year,” Harry told him.

Neville laughed a bit. “Probably for the best. Hagrid’s had to chase a bunch of kids away from the Forbidden Forest already. We don’t need more trouble than that, thanks.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Already? What’s so interesting about a forest filled with Centaurs, invisible horses, and an old car?” Harry asked. He’d been in that forest lots of times and with the minor exception of the spiders (which were bloody hard to find) and that one time finding Voldemort (which wouldn’t happen again) there hadn’t been anything remotely dangerous in there.

Neville shrugged. “I think it’s in the name,” Neville admitted. “Sort of like when you saw Fluffy was standing on a trap door and couldn’t stop wondering what was under it,” he drawled.

“Hey! That was more Ron than me,” Harry protested though he was smiling somewhat. “Whatever happened to Fluffy anyway?” he asked curiously. “I never actually asked…”

“I think Hagrid sent him to some friend who needed something to guard his house or something…” Neville said, scratching his head. “Either that or he did what he did before and just let Fluffy go into the woods… you’d think we’d have run into him again by now if he’d done that though…”

Harry nodded in agreement. “You’d think but then again there’s a lot of forest to cover. You’d think we’d run into Mr. Weasley’s car again too but we haven’t.”

“I want to know what he put in that car to make it living…” Neville said. “It can’t be legal.”

Harry laughed at that. “Considering the reaming he got from Ron’s Mum about just putting the flying bits in I highly doubt it. He still tinkers by the way. Their toaster now announces how toasty the bread is before it pops out.”

“Wouldn’t mind that actually. The one at Gran’s house always makes everything go black no matter what setting I put it at,” Neville informed his friend. “Maybe I’ll get her a new one for Christmas this year. She’s always been hard to shop for… I can never remember what she has…”

“I thought you got better with your memory, Nev,” Harry stated.

“I have but still…” he said with a bit of a blush and a shrug. “I forget things. I’ve got about fifteen Remembralls now. You’d think one of them would help me but they only tell you you’ve forgotten something. Not what that ‘something’ is.”

“Almost helpful then,” Harry said with a chuckle. “Maybe they’ll come up with something that tells you both things some day.”

“I can hope.”

True to his word, Harry stopped by Hagrid’s hut after his last class of the day. He wasn’t greeted right away but that was partially because Hagrid and Fang were chasing a few kids in Slytherin Green away from the edge of the forest. “They usually wait fer at leas’ tha firs’ few weeks ‘fore they get bored enough ta bother me!” Hagrid complained as he came back over and gave Harry a hug. “Good ta see ya ‘gain, ‘arry!”

Fang barked some and, once Harry was standing back on his own feet, jumped up to lick Harry’s face once before getting back down. Harry was somewhat surprised by the rather sedate greeting from the dog. “Poor boy’s gettin’ stiff joints… don’ like ta move ‘round much anymore. Le’s go inside an’ ‘ave some tea,” Hagrid said opening the door to the hut so that they could go inside.

“Why are the kids trying so hard to get into the forest?” Harry asked curiously.

“Na jus’ ‘kids’ ‘arry. The Slytherins mostly. An’ I don’ know why. Maybe tha ‘ouse ‘as some new firs’ year thing they’re doin’. Makin’ all tha firs’ years try ta get in tha forest.”

“That’s weird… usually the Slytherins are more interested in causing trouble with other houses for that sort of thing,” Harry mused before switching the topics to a more enjoyable one. He found the visit to be very nice and refreshingly normal. He was even pleased to find that Neville was right and he could actually bite the cakes now… though he needed an entire cup of water to wash down one bite.
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