Harry Potter Series II: Albus Severus Potter Chapter XII


Chapter XII

Albus walked back into the Gryffindor Common Room and found James joking around with his two best mates.

“Oh, hey, Al,” said James, “want to join us?  We were just talking about-”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s brilliant. Listen, how do you get to Hagrid’s Hut?” asked Albus, rudely cutting off his brother.

James eyeballed him and gave him the instructions.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Albus laughed.

James looked at him. “No, seriously, don’t mention it.”

Albus was confused but went on his way.  First, he went to the Great Hall to find Iris.

He saw her talking to Jacqueline Creevy.

Albus waved Iris over.  Iris said bye to Jacqueline and strode over to Albus.

“Hi, Potter,” said Iris.

“Hi, Iris. I was wondering if you fancied meeting my friend Hagrid.  He has really been waiting for a visit from me and he told me I could bring a friend.”

Iris raised her brow but did not decline the invite.

They Summoned their coats and went to Hagrid’s Hut.

When they arrived, Albus gave four vigorous knocks.  “That should do it.”

Hagrid opened the door.

“Why, Albus!  Fancy seein’ yeh here!  And, I see yeh brought a friend!  Well, the more, the merrier!”

Albus grinned up at Hagrid.

“Hello, Hagrid.  Yes, I did bring a friend,” said Albus.  He gestured towards Iris.  “This is Iris.”

Iris gave a small wave.

“Well, Iris, it’s nice to have met yeh.  Come in, come in!” said Hagrid moving out of the way so they could enter.

Hagrid set three mugs of tea on the table and they all sat down.

“So, Albus, how’ve yeh been?” asked Hagrid.

“I’ve been well.  James is fine too,” said Albus.

“So, Iris, tell me about yer self,” said Hagrid.

Iris glanced at Albus uncomfortably.

“Who’re yer parents?” asked Hagrid.

“Er… Well… My mum is Pansy Parkinson and my dad is Theodore Nott,” said Iris scrutinizing Hagrid as his features changed to a shocked expression.

“Yer… Yer from a Slytherin family?” asked Hagrid.

“Yes, it appears to be…” said Iris casually taking a sip of her tea.  “This is very good tea, Hagrid.  Is it chamomile?”

Albus smiled broadly over the rim of his tea.  The master of subject changing, she was.

“Why… It mos’ certainly is!” said Hagrid.  “How did yeh know?”

“Mum and dad drag me to tea at the Malfoys’, the Zabinis’, the Puceys’…”

Forty-five minutes later, Albus and Iris left.

“You sure pleased him,” teased Albus as they walked back towards the castle.

Iris blushed, but regained composure.  “I did not!”

“Uh-huh,” said Albus smiling.

And they walked in silence back to the castle

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