Rigel woke up the next morning to the sound of his raven squawking. he stretched out and began to get ready to head to kings cross station. when he finished getting ready he took a look in his mirror and smiled at himself. he was wearing a pink and black shirt with a broken heart on the shirt pocket, a pair of matching black jeans wih a pink belt and a pair of pink and black trainers.

he left his room and Tonks was the one to take him to the train station they both ran onto the platform with Rigels trolly. "alright see ya cousin have a good year she said before hugging him. as Rigel got on he saw Blaise Zabini. "hey Rigel he said getting close to Rigel. "hi Blaise" Rigel said. "you know i really missed you last year" Blaise said winking at him. "ok blaise i dont know what you expect to happen but i am in a perfectly happy relationship" Rigel said. "with that blood traitor i know" Blaise said to Rigel making his eye twitch in anger. "come on wouldn't you have more fun wit me i could give you anything you want ditch the weasley and join the real fun" Blaise said. Riguel pulled out his wand and pointed it at him. "Blaise let me make my self crystal clear i am in a happy relationship with Ron Weasley and i would never cheat on him especially on a guy who flirts with another guys boyfriend" Rigel said.

he putted his wand away and went to try and find his friends. he eventually found them. "hey guys" Rigel said as he kissed Ron's cheek making Ron smile goofy. "you ok you seem a little tense" Hermione said. "oh yeah im fine just a little distracted is all" Rigel said.Steam was billowing from the train it had started to move. Harry ran to the compartment door and Ron threw it open and stood back to let him on. They leaned out of the window and waved at Mr. and Mrs. Weasley until the train turned a corner and blocked them from view.

"I need to talk to you in private," Harry muttered to Ron Rigel and Hermione as the train picked up speed. "Go away, Ginny," said Ron. "Oh, that's nice," said Ginny huffily, and she stalked off.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione set off down the corridor, looking for an empty compartment, but all were full except for the one at the very end of the train.This had only one occupant, a man sitting fast asleep next to the window. Harry, Ron, and Hermione checked on the threshold. The Hogwarts Express was usually reserved for students and they had never seen an adult there before, except for the witch who pushed the food cart.

The stranger was wearing an extremely shabby set of wizard's robes that had been darned in several places. He looked ill and exhausted. Though quite young, his light brown hair was flecked with gray. "Who d'you reckon he is?" Ron hissed as they sat down and slid the door shut, taking the seats farthest away from the window.

"Professor R. J. Lupin. " whispered Hermione at once."How'd you know that?"

"It's on his case," she replied, pointing at the luggage rack over the man's head, where there was a small, battered case held together with a large quantity of neatly knotted string. The name Professor R. J. Lupin was stamped across one corner in peeling letters. "Wonder what he teaches?" said Ron, frowning at Professor Lupin's pallid profile.

"That's obvious," whispered Hermione. "There's only one vacancy, isn't there? Defense Against the Dark Arts. " Rigel, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had already had two Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, both of whom had lasted only one year. There were rumors that the job was jinxed. "Well, I hope he's up to it," said Ron doubtfully. "He looks like on, good hex would finish him off, doesn't he? Anyway. . . " he turned to Harry, "what were you going to tell us?"

Harry explained all about Mr. and Mrs. Wesley's argument and a warning Mr. Weasley had just given him. When he'd finished, Ron looked thunderstruck, and Hermione had her hands over her mouth, Rigel face palmed himself in embarrassment and shame She finally lowered them to say, "Sirius Black escaped to come after you? Oh, Harry. . . you'll have to be really, really careful. don't go looking for trouble, Harry. . . ". "I don't go looking for trouble," said Harry, nettled. "Trouble usually finds me. "

"How thick would Harry have to be, to go looking for a nutter who wants to kill him?" said Ron shakily. Both Ron and Hermione seemed to be much more frightened of Black than Harry was.  "No one knows how he got out of Azkaban," said Ron uncomfortably. "No one's ever done it before. And he was a top-security prisoner too. "

"But they'll catch him, won't they?" said Hermione earnestly. "I mean, they've got all the Muggles looking out for him too. . . . ". all this does is prove almost everyone of my family members is a death eater and also Hermione he was able to espcape a prison that no one until now has ever succeeded in escaping I doubt he would be stupid to go where people are looking for him " Rigel sad looking out the window. "wait Blacks related to you how" Ron asked. "hes my mothers cousin my mothers name before she married my father was Bellatrix Druella Black" Riguel said to his ginger boyfriend.

"Wait What's that noise?" said Ron suddenly. A faint, tinny sort of whistle was coming from somewhere. They looked all around the compartment. "It's coming from your trunk, Harry," said Ron, standing up and reaching into the luggage rack. A moment later he had pulled the Pocket Sneakoscope out from between Harry's robes. It was spinning very fast in the palm of Ron's hand and glowing brilliantly. "Is that a Sneakoscope?" said Hermione interested, standing up for a better look."Yeah. . . mind you, it's a very cheap one," Ron said. "It went haywire just as I was tying it to Errol's leg to send it to Harry. ""Were you doing anything untrustworthy at the time?" said Hermione shrewdly.

"No! Well. . . I wasn't supposed to be using Errol. You know he's not really up to long journeys. . . but how else was I supposed to get Harry's present to him?" "so yes" Rigel said with a cheeky grin. "oh shut it" Ron said with a playful smile.

"Stick it back in the trunk," Harry advised as the Sneakoscope whistled piercingly, "or it'll wake him up". He nodded toward Professor Lupin. Ron stuffed the Sneakoscope into a particularly horrible pair of old socks, which deadened the sound, then closed the lid of the trunk on it. "We could get it checked in Hogsmeade," said Ron, sitting back down. "They sell that sort of thing in Dervish and Banges, magical instruments and stuff. Fred and George told me. "

"Do you know much about Hogsmeade?" asked Hermione keenly. "I've read it's the only entirely non-Muggle settlement in Britain --". "Yeah, I think it is," said Ron in an offhand sort of way. "but that's not why I want to go. I just want to get inside Honey dukes!"

"What's that?" said Hermione.

"It's this sweet shop," said Ron, a dreamy look coming over his face, "where they've got everything. . . Pepper Imps -- they make you smoke at the mouth -- and great fat Chocoballs full of strawberry mousse and clotted cream, and really excellent sugar quills, which you can suck in class and just look like you're thinking what to write next¨" Ron said before Rigel finished. "oh Ron if you think im going to risk you invoking snapes wrath think again" Rigel said.

"And Hogsmeade's a very interesting place, isn't it?" Hermione pressed on eagerly. "In Sites of Historical Sorcery it says the inn was the headquarters for the 1612 goblin rebellion, and the Shrieking Shack's supposed to be the most severely haunted building in Britain --"

"and massive sherbet balls that make you levitate a few inches off the ground while you're sucking them," said Ron, who was plainly not listening to a word Hermione was saying. "i know how to get him to stop". Rigel reached into his jean pocket and pulled out some humbugs and put them in Rons mouth making him stop talking.

Hermione looked around at Harry. "Won't it be nice to get out of school for a bit and explore Hogsmeade?"." 'Spect it will," said Harry heavily. "You'll have to tell me when you've found out. "

"What d'you mean?" said Ron with his mouth full of humbugs."I can't go. The Dursleys didn't sign my permission form, and Fudge wouldn't either. "

Ron looked horrified. "You're not allowed to come? But -- no way -- McGonagall or someone will give you permission --". Harry gave a hollow laugh. " or we can ask Fred and George, they know every secret passage out of the castle --"

"Ron!" said Hermione sharply. "I don't think Harry should be sneaking out of the school with Black on the loose --""Yeah, I expect that's what McGonagall will say when I ask of permission," said Harry bitterly.

"But if we're with him," said Ron spiritedly to Hermione. "Black wouldn't dare --"

"Oh, Ron, don't talk rubbish," snapped Hermione. "Black's already murdered a whole bunch of people in the middle of a crowded street, do you really think he's going to worry about attacking Harry just because we're there?". "she has a point if he is as bad as they say it would be best if Harry didn't go" Rigel said as he refilled his ravens Birdcage. "have you come up with a name for the bird yet" Ron asked. "yeah Corvus its Latin for raven" Rigel said. "very appropriate" Hermione said. She was fumbling with the straps of Crookshanks's basket as she spoke.

"Don't let that thing out!" Ron said, but too late; Crookshanks leapt lightly from the basket, stretched, yawned, and sprang onto Ron's knees; the lump in Ron's pocket trembled and he shoved Crookshanks angrily away. "Get out of it!""Ron, don't!" said Hermione angrily.

"Well, look who it is," said Malfoy in his usual lazy drawl, pulling open the compartment door. "Potty and the Weasel and my whittle cousin". Crabbe and Goyle chuckled trollishly.

"I heard your father finally got his hands on some gold this summer, Weasley," said Malfoy. "Did your mother die of shock?.Ron stood up so quickly he knocked Crookshanks's basket to the floor. Rigel held him back. "what do you want Draco" Rigel said. "is it a crime to visit ones cousin" Draco said. "oh weasely is this where you got the gold from is Rigel your sugar daddy now that you two are now officially snogging each other Draco said grinning. "listen to me you LITTLE TWERP" Riguel shouted. Professor Lupin gave a snort.

"Who's that?" said Malfoy, taking an automatic step backward as he spotted Lupin. "New teacher," said Harry, who got to his feet, too, in case he needed to hold Ron back. "What were you saying, Malfoy?".Malfoy's pale eyes narrowed; he wasn't fool enough to pick a fight right under a teacher's nose. "C'mon," he muttered resentfully to Crabbe and Goyle, and they disappeared. Harry and Ron sat down again, Ron taking Rigels hand. "how are you related to him" Ron asked his boyfriend. "no idea all i know is i can not take much more of Draco insulting you or anyone because i am getting close to loosing it" Rigel said.

The rain thickened as the train sped yet farther north; the windows were now a solid, shimmering gray, which gradually darkened until lanterns flickered into life all along the corridors and over the luggage racks. The train rattled, the rain hammered, the wind roared, but still, Professor Lupin slept. "We must be nearly there," said Ron, leaning forward to look past Professor Lupin at the now completely black window. The words had hardly left him when the train started to slow down. "Great," said Ron, getting up and walking carefully past Professor Lupin to try and see outside. "I'm starving. I want to get to the feast. . . " "We can't be there yet," said Hermione, checking her watch.

"So why're we stopping?".The train was getting slower and slower. As the noise of the pistons fell away, the wind and rain sounded louder than ever against the windows. Harry, who was nearest the door, got up to look into the corridor. All along the carriage, heads were sticking curiously out of their compartments. The train came to a stop with a jolt, and distant thuds and bangs told them that luggage had fallen out of the racks. Then, without warning, all the lamps went out and they were plunged into total darkness. "What's going on?" said Ron's voice from behind Harry.
"Ouch!" gasped Hermione. "Ron, that was my foot!"Harry felt his way back to his seat. "D'you think we've broken down?"

Rigel shrugged. "maybe or maybe theres a blockage on the tracks" Rigel said. There was a squeaking sound. Rigel saw Ron's outline wiping a patch clean on the window and peering out.

"There's something moving out there," Ron said. "I think people are coming aboard. . . "
The compartment door suddenly opened and someone fell painfully over Harry's legs.
"Sorry! D'you know what's going on? Ouch! Sorry --"."Hullo, Neville," said Harry, feeling around in the dark and pulling Neville up by his cloak. "Harry? Is that you? What's happening?"
"We have no idea! Sit down --" Rigel said to Neville. There was a loud hissing and a yelp of pain; Neville had tried to sit on Crookshanks. "I'm going to go and ask the driver what's going on," came Hermione's voice. Rigel, heard the door slide open again, and then a thud and two loud squeals of pain. "Who's that?" Hermione asked."Who's that?" asked the other voice."Ginny?" Hermione asked."Hermione?" Ginny said. "What are you doing?" Hermione asked"I was looking for Ron --" Ginny said.

"Come in and sit down --"Rigel said."Ouch!" said Neville. "Quiet!" said a hoarse voice suddenly.

Professor Lupin appeared to have woken up at last. Rigel could hear movements in his corner.

None of them spoke.

There was a soft, crackling noise, and a shivering light filled the compartment. Professor Lupin appeared to be holding a handful of flames. They illuminated his tired, gray face, but his eyes looked alert and wary.

"Stay where you are. " he said in the same hoarse voice, and he got slowly to his feet with his handful of fire held out in front of him.

But the door slid slowly open before Lupin could reach it.

Standing in the doorway, illuminated by the shivering flames in Lupin's hand, was a cloaked figure that towered to the ceiling. Its face was completely hidden beneath its hood. Rigels eyes darted downward, and what he saw made his stomach contract. There was a hand protruding from the cloak and it was glistening, grayish, slimy-looking, and scabbed, like something dead that had decayed in water. . . .But it was visible only for a split second. As though the creature beneath the cloak looked at Rigel Ron tried to step between them and the beast threw him to the other side of the compartment. "RON" Rigel shouted in Worry.

The hand was suddenly withdrawn into the folds of its black cloak. And then the thing beneath the hood, whatever it was, drew a long, slow, rattling breath, as though it were trying to suck something more than air from its surroundings. The thing also started to do the same thing to Harry. Rigels eyes rolled up into his head. He couldn't see. He was drowning in cold. There was a rushing in his ears as though of water. He was being dragged downward, the roaring growing louder. . .

And then, from far away, he heard a woman's laughter it was sweet like honey and warm like a hot summers day. then he heard the words. "thats my little boy mommy is so proud of you"

a thick white fog was swirling around him, inside him. then he blacked out. when eh woke up he saw that he was in Rons arms. "Oh Rigel" Ron said before hugging him tighter. he also saw that harry seemed to be recovering from the same thing and that the train was moving again. "what was that thing" Rigel asked rubbing his head. " a dementor one of the guards of azkaban" Professor Lupin said. he handed him a piece of chocolate.

"Eat," he said. "It'll help. I need to speak to the driver, excuse me. . . ". He strolled past Harry and disappeared into the corridor. "Are you sure you're okay, you two?" said Hermione, watching Harry anxiously.  "I don't get it . . . what happened?" said Harry, wiping more sweat off his face. Well that thing  the Dementor -- stood there and looked around I mean, I think it did, I couldn't see its face then it went over to Rigel i tried to get to him but it threw me aside" Ron said. "then it started doing something to the pair of you i thought you two were having a fit" Ron said who still looked scared. "You both went sort of rigid and fell out of your seat and started twitching --"

"And Professor Lupin stepped over you, and walked toward the Dementor, and pulled out his wand," said Hermione, "and he said, 'None of us is hiding Sirius Black under our cloaks. Go. ' But the Dementor didn't move, so Lupin muttered something, and a silvery thing shot out of his wand at it, and it turned around and sort of glided away. . . ". "It was horrible," said Neville, in a higher voice than usual. "Did you feel how cold it got when it came in?". "I felt weird," said Ron, shifting his shoulders uncomfortably. "Like I'd never be cheerful again" Ron said. "thats what demetors do the more your around them the more depressed you become and the weaker you get" Rigel said.

Ginny, who was huddled in her corner looking nearly as bad as Harry felt, gave a small sob; Hermione went over and put a comforting arm around her. "But didn't any of you -- fall off your seats?" said Harry awkwardly.

"No," said Ron, looking anxiously at Harry again. "Ginny was shaking like mad, though. . . "

Rigel didn't understand. He felt weak and shivery, as though he were recovering from a bad bout of flu; he also felt the beginnings of shame. Why had he gone to pieces like that, when no one else had?. Professor Lupin had come back. He paused as he entered, looked around, and said, with a small smile, "I haven't poisoned that chocolate, you know. . . "

Harry and Rigel took a bite and to their great surprise felt warmth spread suddenly to the tips of their fingers and toes. "We'll be at Hogwarts in ten minutes," said Professor Lupin. "Are you all right, boys?". "Fine," harry muttered, embarrassed. Rigel nodded

They didn't talk much during the remainder of the journey. At long last, the train stopped at Hogsmeade station, and there was a great scramble to get outside; owls hooted, cats meowed, and Neville's pet toad croaked loudly from under his hat. It was freezing on the tiny platform; rain was driving down in icy sheets.

"Firs' years this way!" called a familiar voice. Harry, Rigel, Ron, and Hermione turned and saw the gigantic outline of Hagrid at the other end of the platform, beckoning the terrified-looking new students forward for their traditional journey across the lake. "All right, you four?" Hagrid yelled over the heads of the crowd. They waved at him, but had no chance to speak to him because the mass of people around them was shunting them away along the platform. Harry, Ron, Rigel and Hermione followed the rest of the school along the platform and out onto a rough mud track, where at least a hundred stagecoaches awaited the remaining students, each pulled, Rigel could only assume, by an invisible horse, because when they climbed inside and shut the door, the coach set off all by itself, bumping and swaying in procession.

The coach smelled faintly of mold and straw.Rigel felt better since the chocolate, but still weak. Ron and Hermione kept looking at him and Harry sideways, as though frightened they might collapse again.

As the carriage trundled toward a pair of magnificent wrought iron gates, flanked with stone columns topped with winged boars, Rigel saw two more towering, hooded Dementors, standing guard on either side. A wave of cold sickness threatened to engulf him again; he leaned back into the lumpy seat and closed his eyes until they had passed the gates. The carriage picked up speed on the long, sloping drive up to the castle; Hermione was leaning out of the tiny window, watching the many turrets and towers draw nearer. At last, the carriage swayed to a halt, Harry and Hermione and Ron and Rigel got out.

As Harry stepped down, a drawling, delighted voice sounded in his ear. "You fainted, Potter? Is Longbottom telling the truth? You actually fainted?". Malfoy elbowed past Hermione to block Harry and Rigels way up the stone steps to the castle, his face gleeful and his pale eyes glinting maliciously. "Shove off, Malfoy," said Ron, whose jaw was clenched. "Did you faint as well, Weasley?" said Malfoy loudly. "Did the scary old Dementor frighten you too, Weasley?" he asked smirking. "no but i did because im pretty sure it was getting ready to give me the demetors kiss want to make fun of that" Rigel asked his cousin. "Is there a problem?" said a mild voice. Professor Lupin had just gotten out of the next carriage.

Malfoy gave Professor Lupin an insolent stare, which took in the patches on his robes and the dilapidated suitcase. With a tiny hint of sarcasm in his voice, he said, "Oh, no -- er -- Professor," then he smirked at Crabbe and Goyle and led them up the steps into the castle. "Rigel whats a dementors kiss" Harry asked. "its when a dementor suck's your sole out some say its a fate worse than death" Riguel said. "how do you know so much about dementors" Ron asked. "simple Ron i read" he said smirking before kissing his cheek. Hermione prodded Ron in the back to make him hurry, and the three of them joined the crowd swarming up the steps, through the giant oak front doors, into the cavernous Entrance Hall, which was lit with flaming torches, and housed a magnificent marble staircase that led to the upper floors.

The door into the Great Hall stood open at the right; Harry followed the crowd toward it, but had barely glimpsed the enchanted ceiling, which was black and cloudy tonight, when a voice called, "Potter! Lestrange! Granger! I want to see you all three of you!"

Harry and Rigel and Hermione turned around, surprised. Professor McGonagall, Transfiguration teacher and head of Gryffindor House, was calling over the heads of the crowd. She was a stern looking witch who wore her hair in a tight bun; her sharp eyes were framed with square spectacles. Harry fought his way over to her with a feeling of foreboding: Professor McGonagall

"There's no need to look so worried -- I just want a word in my office," she told them. "Move along there, Weasley. " Ron stared as Professor McGonagall ushered Harry and Rigel and Hermione away from the chattering crowd; they accompanied her across the entrance hall, up the marble staircase, and along a corridor.

Once they were in her office, a small room with a large, welcoming fire, Professor McGonagall motioned Harry and Hermione to sit down. She settled herself behind her desk and said abruptly, "Professor Lupin sent an owl ahead to say that you were taken ill on the train, Potter you to Lestrange. "

Before either of them could reply, there was a soft knock on the door and Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, came bustling in. Rigel rolled his eyes. he has spent many days of his school years in the hospital wing and was not looking forward to going back.

"Look we,re ," he said, "we don't need anything --"

"Oh, it's you two , is it?" said Madam Pomfrey, ignoring this and bending down to stare closely at them. "I suppose you've been doing something dangerous again?". "It was a Dementor, Poppy," said Professor McGonagall. They exchanged a dark look, and Madam Pomfrey clucked disapprovingly.

"Setting Dementors around a school, she muttered, pushing back Harry and Riguels hair and feeling their foreheads. "They won't be the last ones who collapses. Yes, their all clammy. Terrible things, they are, and the effect they have on people who are already delicate --"

"we are not delicate!" said Harry crossly. "Of course you're not," said Madam Pomfrey absentmindedly, now taking their pulses. "What do they need?" said Professor McGonagall crisply. "Bed rest? Should they perhaps spend tonight in the hospital wing?"

"we are fine!" said Harry, jumping up."Well, they should have some chocolate, at the very least," said Madam Pomfrey, who was now trying to peer into Harry's eyes. "we've already had some," said Harry. "Professor Lupin gave us some. He gave it to all of us. " Rigel said.

"Did he, now?" said Madam Pomfrey approvingly. "So we've finally got a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who knows his remedies?" "Are you sure you both feel all right?" Professor McGonagall said sharply. "Yes," said they both said. "Very well. Kindly wait outside while I have a quick word with Miss Granger about her course schedule, then we can go down to the feast together. "

Harry and Rigel went back into the corridor with Madam Pomfrey, who left for the hospital wing, muttering to herself. He had to wait only a few minutes; then Hermione emerged looking very happy about something, followed by Professor McGonagall, and the four of them made their way back down the marble staircase to the Great Hall.

It was a sea of pointed black hats; each of the long House tables was lined with students, their faces glimmering by the light of thousands of candles, which were floating over the tables in midair. Professor Flitwick, who was a tiny little wizard with a shock of white hair, was carrying an ancient hat and a three-legged stool out of the hall. "Oh," said Hermione softly, "we've missed the Sorting!"

New students at Hogwarts were sorted into Houses by trying on the Sorting Hat, which shouted out the House they were best suited to (Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or Slytherin). Professor McGonagall strode off toward her empty seat at the staff table, and Harry and Hermione and Rigel set off in the other direction, as quietly as possible, toward the Gryffindor table. People looked around at them as they passed along the back of the hall, and a few of them pointed at Harry and Riguel. Had the story of his collapsing in front of the Dementor traveled that fast?

He and Hermione and Harry sat down on. Rigel sat next to Ron at one side and Harry on the other side and Hermione across from them. Ron, who had saved them seats. "What was all that about?" he muttered to Harry.

Harry started to explain in a whisper, but at that moment the headmaster stood up to speak, and he broke off.

Professor Dumbledore, though very old, always gave an impression of great energy. He had several feet of long silver hair and beard, half-moon spectacles, and an extremely crooked nose. He was often described as the greatest wizard of the age,

"Welcome!" said Dumbledore, the candlelight shimmering on his beard. "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! I have a few things to say to you all, and as one of them is very serious, I think it best to get it out of the way before you become befuddled by our excellent feast. . . "

Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued, "As you will all be aware after their search of the Hogwarts Express, our school is presently playing host to some of the Dementors of Azkaban, who are here on Ministry of Magic business. "

He paused. "glad to see we are not the only ones not looking forward to our new guests" Rigel whispered to Ron. "They are stationed at every entrance to the grounds," Dumbledore continued, "and while they are with us, I must make it plain that nobody is to leave school without permission. Dementors are not to be fooled by tricks or disguises -- or even Invisibility Cloaks," he added blandly, and Harry and Rigel and Ron glanced at each other. "It is not in the nature of a Dementor to understand pleading or excuses. I therefore warn each and every one of you to give them no reason to harm you. I look to the prefects, and our new Head Boy and Girl, to make sure that no student runs afoul of the Dementors," he said.

Percy, who was sitting a few seats down, puffed out his chest again and stared around impressively. Rigel would be lying if said he wasn't tempted to punch him.Dumbledore paused again; he looked very seriously around the hall, and nobody moved or made a sound.

"On a happier note," he continued, I am pleased to welcome two new teachers to our ranks this year. "First, Professor Lupin, who has kindly consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. "There was some scattered, rather unenthusiastic applause. Only those who had been in the compartment on the train with Professor Lupin clapped hard, Rigel among them. Professor Lupin looked particularly shabby next to all the other teachers in their best robes. "Look at Snape!" Ron hissed in Riguels ear.

Professor Snape, the Potions master, was staring along the staff table at Professor Lupin. It was common knowledge that Snape wanted the Defense Against the Dark Arts job Rigel was surprisingly one of his favorite students as Snape usually only favoured students from his own house Slytherin. he was startled at the expression twisting his thin, sallow face. it was beyond anger: it was loathing. it creeped Rigel out a little bit

"As to our second new appointment," Dumbledore continued as the lukewarm applause for Professor Lupin died away. "Well, I am sorry to tell you that Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, retired at the end of last year in order to enjoy more time with his remaining limbs. However, I am delighted to say that his place will be filled by none other than Rubeus Hagrid, who has agreed to take on this teaching job in addition to his game keeping duties. "

Harry, Ron, Rigel and Hermione stared at one another, stunned. Then they joined in with the applause, which was tumultuous at the Gryffindor table in particular. Hagrid, who was ruby red in the face and staring down at his enormous hands, his wide grin hidden in the tangle of his black beard.

"We should've known!" Ron roared, pounding the table. "Who else would have assigned us a biting book?". "that is true" Rigel said.

Harry, Ron,Rigel and Hermione were the last to stop clapping, and as Professor Dumbledore started speaking again, they saw that Hagrid was wiping his eyes on the tablecloth.

"Well, I think that's everything of importance," said Dumbledore. "Let the feast begin!"

The golden plates and goblets before them filled suddenly with food and drink. Rigel began to dive into the feast like a bear devouring its prey.

It was a delicious feast; the hall echoed with talk, laughter, and the clatter of knives and forks. Harry, Ron, Rigel and Hermione, however, were eager for it to finish so that they could talk to Hagrid. They knew how much being made a teacher would mean to him. Hagrid wasn't a fully qualified wizard; he had been expelled from Hogwarts in his third year for a crime he had not committed. It had been Harry, Ron, and Hermione who had cleared Hagrid's name last year.

At long last, when the last morsels of pumpkin tart had melted from the golden platters, Dumbledore gave the word that it was time for them all to go to bed, and they got their chance.

"Congratulations, Hagrid!" Hermione squealed as they reached the teachers' table.

"All down ter you four," said Hagrid, wiping his shining face on his napkin as he looked up at them. "Can' believe it. . . great man, Dumbledore. . . came straight down to me hut after Professor Kettleburn said he'd had enough. . . It's what I always wanted. . . ". "you deserve it i cant think of anyone else who knows as much as about animals  and magical creature as you do" Rigel said smiling

Overcome with emotion, he buried his face in his napkin, and Professor McGonagall shooed them away.

Harry, Ron, Rigel and Hermione joined the Gryffindors streaming up the marble staircase and, very tired now, along more corridors, up more and more stairs, to the hidden entrance to Gryffindor Tower, where a large portrait of a fat lady in a pink dress asked them, "Password?"

"Coming through, coming through!" Percy called from behind the crowd. "The new password's Fortuna Major!"

"Oh no," said Neville Longbottom sadly. He always had trouble remembering the passwords.

Through the portrait hole and across the common room, the girls and boys divided toward their separate staircases. Rigel climbed the spiral stair with thoughts of the woman's voice he had heard earlier on the train stuck in his head he was to be back. They reached their familiar, circular dormitory with its six four-poster beds. as everyone got ready for bed Rigel and Ron kissed each other before they went into their respective beds and fell asleep