A/N. Ok, this is where it really gets interesting! I hope I did this justice. Obviously, no one can write this as well as J. K. Rowling herself, but I've tried to do her justice.
The Deathly Obstacle Course
Dear Mum and Dad,
Yes, I am perfectly fine. Yes, I am trying to stay out of trouble, but I had to help Harry, didn't I? I mean, he and Ron would be dead by now if I hadn't gone. I still don't know why Dumbledore couldn't let me tell you myself. Anyway, gotta go. Ron just called saying Harry has finally woken up. See you next week.
Lots of Love,
Hermione
Up until this point, rescuing the stone ourselves was not something that had crossed my mind. But with Dumbledore gone, McGonagall not believing us, and Snape knowing how to get to it, we didn't think we had a choice.
Neville almost made me think twice about it. Almost. But then I realised that if Snape got the Stone we would have a lot more to worry about than a few house points. So..."Petrificus Totalus." I felt so bad, but we couldn't have him coming after us.
Slowly, quietly, we made our way to the third floor corridor. This was the first of many times where we were extremely grateful for the Invisibility Cloak.
Once we reached Fluffy, it was clear someone had already been there. Logic would tell you that Snape did not play the harp, but hey, we were eleven! Anyway, Harry had that flute from Hagrid, and quickly played Fluffy to sleep. Unfortunately, he made me continue to play when he dropped down the hole. I don't think I have much musical talent.
What came next was not my finest moment. Yes, you'd think that a witch who was top of her grade would remember that she could light a fire without wood, but no. I guess I don't work under extreme pressure very well! Anyway, it was a good thing Harry and Ron were there. I don't know what I would have done if they weren't. Died, probably.
So, one obstacle down, four to go. We ran down a narrow, low passage way into a high chamber full of what appeared to be parrots. Funnily enough, this was my least favourite obstacle, even though it was the safest. Maybe it had to do with riding a broom. I've never really been able to master that. After catching the key pretty quickly, we weren't really expecting what came next.
I haven't ever really talked about the chessboard to anyone but Ron and Harry. I mean, everyone knows about it, but that always came from one of the boys, not me. I guess it was seeing Ron step up and have confidence in himself. In knowing that the troll wasn't a fluke, but that he and Harry really did like me, and would always protect me. But I think what has stopped me talking about it was Ron's sacrifice. I mentioned earlier that I knew my future lay with Ron and Harry from that first meeting on the Hogwarts Express. Well, I knew in that moment, as Ron went crashing to the floor, that if he survived, my future lay with him specifically. Don't get me wrong, I knew I'd always be friends with Harry, but I guess I just somehow knew that I'd end up spending my life with the red-haired, scrawny, gangly boy.
I bet that all sounds a bit cliche. It didn't even make sense to me, and I fought it for years. I was only 11, I didn't actually like Ron as more than a friend at the time, that came much later. But some small, illogical part of my brain kept telling me that this boy was my future, somehow.
But I digress. So, we play our way across the board, Ron gets smashed by a ginormous chess piece. Harry checks the King and we keep running, past a troll bigger than the one we attacked, and into a small chamber with seven potions. I quickly solved the puzzle, and sent Harry on his way.
I couldn't really tell you how Ron and I got back, we just did. We owled Dumbledore, but he already seemed to know. We met him in the Entry Hall, and he asked us if Harry was with the Stone, rushing off before we could give him an answer. All Ron and I could do now was wait.
A/N. So, how did I go? Please let me know, as this helps me in the future. What happens next? I guess you'll have to wait and see! NG.