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Hogwarts: King of Fiendfyre
Hogwarts Bloodline Wizards
The scene inside the hut was exactly what Charlie had expected. A black egg lay quietly in the middle of the roaring fireplace.
The shell had a dull metallic sheen, covered in faint scales. Charlie walked closer, curious.
Hagrid watched him with a warm, genuine smile—the kind that came straight from the heart. When he decided he wasn't going to hide this from Charlie anymore, that smile only grew.
Charlie glanced sideways at Hagrid and caught him staring expectantly, still smiling.
Of course Hagrid was terrible at keeping secrets.
Charlie looked back at the egg, picked up the tongs sitting nearby, and gave the dragon egg a gentle poke.
Hagrid nearly jumped out of his skin. "Oh no, Charlie, that's far too rough."
The sharp metallic tap echoed through the hut. Charlie gave Hagrid a strange look.
"Really that rough?"
Hagrid nodded frantically. "Of course it is. You'll disturb it."
Charlie set the tongs down without another word. "Where did you even get this thing? And you're seriously planning to raise it here in your wooden hut?"
"Won it a few days ago playing cards at the pub," Hagrid said, puffing up with pride.
"Sounds like you're pretty good at cards. What were you betting that someone put a dragon egg on the table?"
"Wasn't that big a stake. The bloke was drunk, so it was easy enough to take him." Hagrid chuckled. "I've always wanted to raise a dragon. Never thought I'd actually get one."
"But I'm pretty sure raising dragons is illegal," Charlie said, straightening up. The fire was blazing so hot his cheeks were already flushed.
"Oh, yes. That's why I was acting a bit… odd when you showed up earlier." Hagrid gave him a knowing look.
"Are you going to tell Dumbledore? You are breaking the law."
"What?"
Hagrid froze, suddenly flustered. He clearly hadn't expected Charlie to bring up the headmaster.
"Er… well… I… I think I'd rather not tell the professor. It's not that big a deal, is it?"
"That's entirely your choice, Hagrid. No pressure. At least I won't say anything to Dumbledore. You trusted me with the secret, so I'll keep it."
Hagrid let out a long, relieved breath.
"Alright. We can talk about the dragon later. The real reason I came today is I need a small favor."
"Anything," Hagrid said at once, nodding. "By the way, what was that thing you were carrying when you walked in?"
Charlie had set the automatic moon-dew collector on the sofa when he arrived.
"It's a little device I built. I want to put it up on your roof."
"I need it to soak up as much sunlight and moonlight as possible."
"The edge of the Forbidden Forest is too thick with trees, and I've never gone deeper, so I don't know what it's like in there."
"The grounds are crawling with students, and the castle itself doesn't have a good open spot."
"If I stuck it on a windowsill, it would only catch a few hours of moonlight at best."
"After ruling out every other option, your roof is the best place I could think of."
"Of course that's fine. Hand it over and I'll—"
Hagrid stopped mid-sentence. "Wait. How exactly am I supposed to get it up there?"
Charlie smiled. "I'll handle it myself."
If Hagrid climbed onto the roof, the whole thing would probably collapse.
"Won't that be dangerous?"
"No big deal. I'm pretty nimble." Charlie headed for the door, Hagrid right behind him.
Living alone at the edge of the forest, Hagrid had pretty much everything a person could need.
Except a ladder. He didn't need one—he was over ten feet tall.
Just as Charlie was wondering whether he should cast a Levitation Charm on himself, a massive hand scooped him straight up.
Charlie watched the ground drop away beneath him. One look up and the eaves were already level with his chest.
Had to be at least ten feet. A full story high.
He didn't waste time. Left arm locked around the collector, right hand reaching for the roof.
"Charlie, be careful up there," Hagrid called, both hands raised like he was ready to catch him at any second.
"Don't worry, I've got it." Charlie steadied himself, glanced back, then climbed the rest of the way.
He found the angle between the chimney and the roof, set the collector in place, and gave it a firm shake.
Solid. No problem.
He looked around. The forest stretched level with him. The castle sat far in the distance. From east to west, the moon would hit this spot for hours every night.
Perfect.
A few minutes later he jumped back down.
The two of them walked inside together. While he'd been on the roof, Charlie had kept thinking. He decided to say it anyway.
"Hagrid, I still think you should seriously consider telling Dumbledore."
Hagrid didn't answer right away. He thought for a long moment before nodding. "Alright. I'll think about it."
Charlie didn't push. He wasn't exactly a model student himself, and he understood Hagrid's love for dragons better than most.
"I get it, Hagrid. The second that egg landed in your hands, it was like you took on a responsibility, right? Like you'd already become this little dragon's mom. Even if it hasn't hatched yet. Even if it can't move. You're already worried about it."
Hagrid's eyes went glassy. "You're exactly right, Charlie. That's precisely how it feels. I have to look after it. I'm glad you understand."
Charlie sank into Hagrid's enormous sofa, half-swallowed by the cushions. It smelled strongly of animals, but it was incredibly soft.
"I know the feeling," he said. "When I painted my first moving picture. When I planted my first strawberry plant. I don't need to fuss over them the way you do, and I don't see myself as their mom or anything, but the feeling is the same."
He paused, then added, "Oh, and Alice."
"How's she doing lately?" Hagrid asked with a smile.
"She's great. Lively. A little mischievous."
"I've been so busy I haven't had time to take her out much."
Lately Anthony and Hector had been the ones refilling her food bowl more often than not.
"I'm sure she understands," Hagrid said. "You should take her out properly during the holidays."
Hagrid looked at Charlie with complete trust. He had no doubt the boy was sincere about his pet. He even called the rabbit "she." What harm could there be in that?
"Before you, I only ever met one person who called animals 'he' or 'she,'" Hagrid said.
"You, when you look in the mirror?" Charlie teased.
"Not me. Someone else. The only other person I've ever known who did it in all my years."
"The current Care of Magical Creatures professor?"
"No." Hagrid shook his head. "Newt Scamander. Ever heard of him?"
"Of course. How could I not?" Charlie nodded.
The name was legendary. Author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. If Charlie ever took Care of Magical Creatures in third year, he'd be using that book.
If it was Newt, calling magical creatures "he" or "she" made perfect sense.
An interesting question: between Hagrid and Newt, who pushed the boundaries harder with magical creatures?
One had crossbred an exploding snail. The other had taken in a Niffler.
One kept a Bowtruckle in his sleeve like a pet. The other had tamed a Thestral for Hogwarts.
Charlie shook his head. Hard to say who won that contest. They were both a little too good at it.
After that, Hagrid gently steered the conversation toward Charlie's background. He shared some of his own experiences along the way.
"They'll call you names. They'll push you away. But you can't listen to them," Hagrid said seriously. "Just be yourself."
"Who's calling me names?" Charlie looked genuinely surprised. "I've never heard anyone say anything like that about me."
Hagrid had heard it himself—students whispering about Charlie in the corridors. But Charlie lived in his own world of spells, chocolate, and his small circle of friends. He probably never noticed.
Malfoy hadn't come near him in months. He didn't dare anymore.
According to Anthony, Malfoy still made the occasional snide remark, but Charlie treated him like he was invisible. Eventually Malfoy gave up and went back to bothering Harry instead.
In the hut, Hagrid started talking about his own school days.
"I still remember the first time I tried to hold a quill. Snapped the whole thing clean in half. They used to laugh at me all the time—called me a big clumsy oaf, a freak, all sorts of things."
Charlie thought about watching Hagrid work. When it came to heavy lifting or rough jobs, Hagrid was completely in his element. But when he had to do something delicate, he held objects with both huge hands like he was cradling something fragile.
"Was this when you were still at school?"
"Oh yes." Hagrid nodded. "Those were dark—very difficult days. I'd never held a pen before. Never learned to read. Had to start everything from scratch.
My progress was always slower than everyone else's. Or maybe that's not fair to say. My starting point was completely different. While the other kids were playing, I was still trying to learn the alphabet—"
He gave a small, bitter laugh.
"Those days were rough. So I don't want you going through anything like that, Charlie. I know you're a lot smarter than I ever was. Harry and the others talk about you all the time. They say you're the best student in the year."
Charlie smiled, surprised. "Even Hermione says that?"
"Oh, Hermione says something like, 'I don't understand how I've never seen him in the library, but his grades are always perfect.'"
Charlie laughed. That sounded exactly like her.
"Glad to hear it, but let's get back to the point, Hagrid. You really don't need to put yourself down like that. I'm not some genius compared to everyone else, and you definitely don't need to say I'm smarter than you.
You know what? I've always thought you were an incredibly impressive person."
"Really?" Hagrid looked stunned.
Charlie nodded firmly.
"Why wouldn't I? You've got that incredible strength, you're a wizard, and you know how to take care of magical creatures. Any one of those things is something most people could never do."
Hagrid had started out wanting to comfort Charlie, but now his eyes were glassy. He looked like he might actually cry.
When the conversation finally wound down, a cheerful Hagrid stuffed Charlie's pockets full of rock cakes before letting him go.
Charlie, pockets bulging, nodded helplessly. "I'll come back tomorrow morning to check on the collector."
"You can come whenever you like," Hagrid said.
Monday morning.
The first thing Charlie did was check the glass jars on his desk.
The grayish-brown apple-syrup frog had vanished two days ago.
Only two remained now: one made from strawberry syrup mixed with chocolate, the other pure strawberry syrup. Both still looked lively. Charlie tapped the glass and both frogs jumped.
He washed his face quickly in the bathroom, then popped one of the candies into his mouth on the way back.
Crunch, crunch. Compared to the first day, the moonlight inside hadn't faded noticeably at all.
That meant strawberry syrup preserved moonlight even better than he'd hoped.
"Frog still active. Moonlight levels in the strawberry candy unchanged from day one."
He noted it down, snapped the notebook shut, and glanced out the window.
Thick white mist covered the Scottish Highlands. The sky was heavy and gray.
Time to go.
He wore the hat Alice had transformed into, Fiona perched on the brim. Without waking Anthony or Hector, he slipped out of the dorm and headed downstairs.
The grounds were blanketed in white. Walking through the hazy world felt strangely peaceful.
Charlie's sense of direction never failed him. It didn't take long before Hagrid's hut came into view.
He looked up at the roof, expectant.
On the side of the hut, a small creature was doing the exact same thing—staring up at the roof.
Charlie turned.
"Hmm?!"
"Neigh~"
Both of them startled and took a step back.
Charlie looked closer. It was a pale gold foal, a small glowing nub on its forehead. The gold was so faint it was almost silver, nearly blending into the thick mist.
That was why he hadn't noticed it sooner.
Still, he couldn't help muttering, "You're a bit too trusting, aren't you? I walked right up to you and you didn't even run."
The young unicorn didn't flinch. After the initial startle, it actually took two curious steps forward.
Fiona flew down from the brim of the hat.
"Charlie, it's so shiny—"