"Harry, what's going on? This whole situation is rather confusing."
Raking a hand through his hair, Harry sighed. "I know, and I'm not sure how to explain it."
"Over a cup of tea, preferably," Hermione said, heading for the stairs to the kitchen.
"I'll be down in minute. I need to grab something from my bedroom. Oh, and don't open the refrigerator!" he called after her.
"What's wrong with it?" Ron asked, puzzled.
"I'll explain later," Harry replied, walking up the steps.
Shrugging, Ron followed Hermione to the kitchen.
Walking into the kitchen a few minutes later, Harry found his friends sitting as far away from the refrigerator as possible and staring at it with some alarm.
"You didn't open it, did you?" he asked.
"No, but it growled at me when I walked by it to make tea," Hermione said, never taking her eyes off the appliance.
"What's in there?" Ron asked.
"I've no idea. I was looking for something to eat my first morning here and made the mistake of opening the door. I don't know what it is, but it blinked at me."
"It blinked?" Hermione asked, alarmed.
"Yeah, and whatever it is has more than two eyes."
Ron shuddered. "Why don't you just get rid of it?"
"I was thinking of sending it to Hagrid, but haven't worked out the logistics of it yet,"