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Harry, Hermione, and Ron were walking along a path with Hagrid, talking.
"Nonsense! Why would Snape put a curse on Harry's broom?" Hagrid asked.
"Well..." Harry trailed mischievously, glancing at Lily and Snape discreetly.
"Maybe, he hates him?" Someone suggested.
"It's Snape," Evan teased.
"Who knows? Why was he trying to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween?" Harry retorted.
"A wonderful question."
Hagrid turned towards him," Who told you 'bout Fluffy?"
"That thing, has a name?" Lily asked.
"Fluffy? seriously?"
"Fluffy?" Ron asked surprised.
"That thing, has a name?" Hermione asked indecorously.
Lily and Hermione smiled at each other.
"Well, of course, he's got a name. He's mine. I bought him off an Irish feller I met down at the pub last year. Then I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the..." Hagrid trailed.
