***Takes place in first year. Ron, Harry, and Hermione sneak into the 3rd floor in an attempt to save the Sorcerer's Stone.
These are J.K. Rowling's characters and I do not profit from this. ***
The Guard.
Hermione's POV
Nervously, I glanced at my clock. 11:30. I sighed. In a matter of minutes I would be joining my friends in what I'd call and rather dangerous, idiotic venture. They were so dumb sometimes. I can't believe I agreed to go help them look for the Sorcerer's Stone. All I can think about is the trouble that we will get into if we get caught. I'm sure we will. After all, we are taking something powerful that doesn't belong to any of us.
The dormitory was cold. The stone made it suddenly seem confined and prison-like. The moonlight came through the window, creating a line of blue on the floor. I laid there in my bed, fully dressed and covered with my blankets hoping that they would forget me. Then I heard their door creak open ever so softly. I knew that I had to go. Hesitantly, I got up and crept out and into the landing at the top of the stairs. Ron and Harry stood there watching me. I glanced over quickly, trying not to make eye contact. "Let's go." Harry said. Something in his voice made me shiver. I couldn't put my finger on it. We snuck down the curved stone stairs, and into the silent common room. I had never seen it so empty and silent. Various shadows in the room gave me the creeps. The, sitting on the arm of one of the lounge chairs, we all saw Trevor, Neville's toad.
"Trevor! Trevor, go. You shouldn't be here." Ron said rather loudly. No one heard because they were upstairs asleep. "Neither should you." A voice rang. Neville. He is a rather forgetful boy who is about the exact same age as Harry, and about his height. "You're sneaking out again aren't you?" He asked. He was trying to be mad but it clearly wasn't working. "Now Neville..." Harry began. "NO! I won't let you. You'll get Gryffindor into trouble again." Neville quickly said. He seemed to be confused and lost about what he was going to say. "I'll... I'll … I'll fight you." His voice quivered. He out his hands into fists and held them up at about where his lower ribs were. He seemed really scared. "Neville, I'm really sorry about this." I added to the conversation, pulling out my wand from my sleeve. "Potrificus totalis." With a wave of my wand, Neville froze. Stiffer than a board, he fell over backwards bouncing when he landed. Some dust flew off the floor. I felt bad, but I had to do it. "Sorry Neville." I shyly said walking by, not looking back. "Yeah, sorry." I heard Harry whisper. "I'm sorry, mate." Ron added finally as we exited Gryffindor tower through the picture of the Fat Lady.