I’m Harry Potter - Chapter 36

When the winter break ended and all the students returned, I had one of my elves watch Hagrid for when he gets the dragon egg. I want to go to the chamber of secrets, but I would rather not risk it while Tom is here. I’ll just do it after Voldy leaves because I’d rather not tip him off yet. By the time Hagrid got the egg, it was almost April. He won the egg off of a disguised Quirrell in a poker game. What made stealing the egg easy was the fact that Hagrid came back to his hut drunk off his a**, so I just had my elf take the egg before he woke up the next morning.

When I was brought the egg, I had no idea what to do with it, so I went through the abundance of books I have. Apparently, dragon eggs need to be placed on a fire for them to hatch. If it had a mother then she would blow fire on the egg periodically throughout the day. I had my elves place the egg in the fireplace at the black mansion, and they’ll keep the fire burning until Norbert is born. I’m probably going to rename the dragon. I see no reason to name a female dragon Norbert, and that name is just horrible. Their’s no need to hurry, so I’ll come up with a good name once she hatches.

Now, onto my next plan. It’s time to steal the philosopher’s stone. It should be in place, and I want to switch it out before Quirrell makes his move. The next night I had Mimsy pop to the room at the end of the obstacles, and check for any magic that would notice me if I appeared there. It was good I did that because there is a spell in the room built to notice if a wizard or witch enters. Since elves aren’t counted in the blacklisting then I just have to have my elves switch it. The enchantment on the mirror should let them through.

The reason Quirrell and Voldy couldn’t get the stone was because both of them wanted to use it for personal gain. Voldemort’s reason is pretty obvious, but Quirrell’s reason is a bit less apparent. When you think about it a bit, it’s not that hard to imagine. Quirrell wanted to use the stone to gain Tom’s favor. It may not be as bad as Voldy’s reason, but it’s still for his personal gain. My elves gain nothing through listening to my orders, as they already have my favor.

The next night, Mimsy went to the room and stood in front of the mirror. What would a house-elf see in a mirror that shows your d.e.s.i.r.es? Well, it’s really not that hard to guess. She saw herself waiting on me hand and foot, cleaning, cooking, etc. it’s a good thing I ordered her not to stare at the mirror too long, and told her about how the mirror works. Even though I did that she still stood at the mirror for about five minutes before finding a red stone in her hand.

“Master Harry said the red stone is what he wanted.” Mimsy said, talking to herself. She casts the same doubling charm we used to steal the books and duplicates the stone.

After placing the fake stone in the mirror, Mimsy brought the real one to me. Now, I just need to study and analyze it because I definitely don’t want to use it the way it is now. I have reason to believe that the stone isn’t in its perfect form. My main reason is the fact that Nicholas Flamel and his wife look like walking mummies. In my opinion, the elixir of life created with the stone should keep you young and healthy forever, not just stave off death until your nothing but a bag of wrinkled bones. That’s why I refuse to even attempt to use the stone on myself.

What I can do though, is make some pure gold for the fun of it. I’m running low on money because of all the investments I’ve made, so I could stock up on some gold bars. I won’t make to many because my investments will make me a lot of money later anyway. Also, I don’t want to destroy the economy by selling a huge influx of gold. Now, it’s time to make my first batch of pure 100% gold. I had my elves buy me a couple of brick-sized bars of lead, and tried transmuting a bar with the stone as a medium. The light metallic colored lead turned into a bright and shiny gold once I was done with it.

After making a few bricks of gold, I had to work on something else. I need a place to keep my dragon once it hatches, but I’m not sure where I should put her. I need to either come up with the same thing I did for Adele to make her small and reduce her weight. That way I can train her without being worried about being squashed. That way I don’t have to make some huge area for her to stay and sleep. With her small, I can keep her in the house, and all I’ll have to be careful of is her fire. With her so small it shouldn’t be that bad, hopefully.

In the middle of April, Mimsy informed me that the egg was hatching. She popped me over to the Black mansions living room in front of the fireplace. A big black egg was nestled between burning logs. Spiderweb cracks were forming on the eggshell, as it rocked back and forth. I Levitate the egg out of the fire and onto a cushion, and casting a cooling charm so nothing gets burned. After about five minutes of waiting, my new dragon hatched from her shell. She looked like a black long-necked lizard with wings.

She’s a Norwegian Ridgeback, and you could easily guess where they get that name from. The tiny dragon came stumbling out of its shell, and she tries to get her footing. I took a bottle that has runes on it for durability and filled it with a mixture of brandy and chickens blood. Moving forward I scoop the little dragon up and cradle her in my arms, as I put the n.i.p.p.l.e of the bottle in her mouth. She drained that bottle faster than I thought such a small creature could. Taking the bottle out of her mouth, and she lets out a little burp.

“~Can you understand me?~” I asked, just testing if dragons speak the same language as snakes. She just looked at me and tilted her head to the side. I guess that answers my question, so I should probably find a way to speak with dragons. If snakes have their own language then dragons have to as well. I’ll have to look into other animal languages. It’s a good thing that I have an abundance of books to look through.

“Your name will be Kayda. In Japanese, that means ‘looks like a little dragon’. Seeing as I’m going to keep you small most of the time anyway. Do you like that name?” I asked, and Kayda falls asleep in my arms. “I’ll take that as a yes, I guess.”

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