You were walking behind your new Care of Magical Creatures Professor. You all held the Monster Book of Monsters.

“Right, yer lot. Less talking. Form a group over there. Open your book at page 49.” He muttered under his thick beard.

“Exactly how do we do that?” Draco asked. “Just stroke the spine, of course!”

Granger placed her book on a rock and glanced at her friends. “I think they’re funny.” She hissed.

“Terribly funny. Very Witty.” Suddenly, a male voice spoke behind them. The Golden Trio glanced over their shoulders. “God, this place has gone to the dogs! Wait until my father hears that Dumbledore’s got this oaf teaching!” Draco said. He glanced at Crabbe and Goyle, who were snickering in approvance.

“Shut up, Malfoy.” Harry took a few steps towards his nemesis. “Ooh!” Draco and his goons exclaimed, clearly not impressed by Harry’s attempt to look intimidating. Draco looked up and down at Harry with a confident smirk.

Suddenly, Draco yelled in fake fear and pointed at a random point in the sky. “DEMENTOR! DEMENTOR!” The three Gryffindors turned, but there wasn’t any dementors. Draco and his friends raised their black hoods while snickering. “Ooh!” Hermione shook her head and placed an hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Stay away.”

The infamous half-giant with the thick beard suddenly coughed to get his students’ attention. “Da-da-da-da! Isn’t he beautiful?”

Behind him there was a creature with the front half of an eagle. It had sharp talons, large wings and a powerful beak. The other half resembled a horse, with strong legs and a tail. Its feathers were silvery-grey. “Say hello to Buckbeak.” He threw a fish to the creature.

“What exactly is that?” The red-haired boy asked, clearly scared of the animal.

“That’s a Hippogriff. Hippogriffs are very proud creatures. Very easily offended. Yer shouldn’t disrespect an Hippogriff, it may just be the last thing yer ever do. Now, who'd like t’ come and say hello?”