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"Guys, it's got to be tonight," I whisper as we make our way back to our house to get supplies. " Professor Snape's going through the trapdoor tonight. He's found out everything he needs, and now he's got Dumbledore out of the way. He sent that note, I bet the Ministry of Magic will get a real shock when Dumbledore turns up."

"But what can we -" Ron gasped. Harry and I wheeled round. Snape was standing there, clutching Ron's robes. "Good evening," he said smoothly. I stare at him, taking in all his glorious (gag) grease, and his terrible odor that can only be achieved by not showering for a few days and living in a dungeon. "You shouldn't be out and about at this time of night," he said, with an odd, twisted smile.

"We were -" Harry began, snd I got the impression he hadn't any idea what he was going to say. "You want to be more careful," said Snape. "Hanging around at.. Oh my! 12:32." He says eyeing a nonexistant watch on his wrist.

"People will think you're up to something. And Gryffindor really can't afford to lose any more points, can it?" Harry flushed. I felt sorry. But ron was even redder.

"Professor McGonagall already told us. We were heading back when you called us aside... So in reality you'd be the one in trouble. What with violently grabbing one, and then keeping them past curfew, and away from their houses..." I say, and we turn to leave, but Snape calles usback.

"Be warned, Potter, you too Granger - any more nighttime wanderings and I will personally make sure you are both expelled. Good day to you." He trows Ron rather harshly towards us, and made to take off in the direction of the staff room, but I stopped him, "Shall we add threatening innocent children to the mix, Professor?"

His cheek turn a shade of pink. He opens his mouth, then closes it, deciding better to leave than to add more to the list of prossible paycheck deductions.

I smirk and we continue on our way. "Right, here's what we've got to do," harry whispered urgently. "One of us has got to keep an eye on Snape - wait outside the staff room and follow him if he leaves it. Hermione, you'd better do that." "Why me?" "It's obvious," said Ron. "You can pretend to be waiting for Professor Flitwick, you know." He put on a high voice, "'Oh Professor Flitwick, I'm so worried, I think I got question fourteen b wrong...'" "Oh, shut up," I said while I hit him, but I agreed to go and watch out for Snape anyways.

"At least Hermione's on Snape's tail," I heard just as the portrait of the Fat Lady swung open and I made to come in. "I'm sorry, Harry!" I cry, "Snape came out and asked me what I was doing, so I said I was waiting for Flitwick, and Snape went to get him, and I've only just got away, I don't know where Snape went."

"Well, that's it then, isn't it?" Harry said and Ron and I shared a look before looking at harry again. He was pale and his eyes were glittering. "I'm going out of here tonight and I'm going to try and get to the Stone first."

"You're mad!" said Ron.

"You can't!" I cry.. After thought, I tend to cry quite a bit here, don't I? Oh well. "After what McGonagall and Snape have said? You'll be expelled! I'll be expelled! Harry, please, don't do this to me.. I mean you?" I finished feeling silly about my petty concerns, and still confused as to how I felt about harry.

"SO WHAT!" Harry shouted and I flinched, having never seen him like this. "Don't you understand? If Snape gets hold of the Stone, Voldemort's coming back! Haven't you heard what it was like when he was trying to take over? There won't be any Hogwarts to get expelled from! He'll flatten it, or turn it into a school for the Dark Arts! Losing points doesn't matter anymore, can't you see? D'you think he'll leave you and your families alone if Gryffindor wins the house cup? If I get caught before I can get to the Stone, well, I'll have to go back to the Dursleys and wait for Voldemort to find me there, it's only dying a bit later than I would have, because I'm never going over to the Dark Side! I'm going through that trapdoor tonight and nothing you two say is going to stop me! Voldemort killed my parents, remember?"

He glares at us and his stare burns my skin. "You're right Harry," I say in a small voice. "I'll use the invisibility cloak," said Harry. "It's just lucky I got it back."

"But wasn't the last time.. A bit awkward." said Ron and I flush. "No, why?" "Oh, come off it, you didn't see how tramatized 'Mione was?"

"Were you that upset, hermione?" "Um.. O-Of course not," I say, trying to convince them and myself. " Besides, how do you think you'd get to the Stone without us? I'd better go and took through my books, there might be something useful..."

"But if we get caught, Ron will be expelled, too." "Not if I can help it," I said grimly. "Flitwick told me in secret that I got a hundred and twelve percent on his exam. They're not throwing me out after that... And I'm sure Ron passed so..."

Harry grabbed flute Hagrid had given him for Christmas. He pocketed it to use on Fluffy - he had said he didn't feel much like singing. I don't blame him.

"We'd better put the cloak on here, and make sure it covers all three of us - if Filch spots one of our feet wandering along on its own -"

"What are you doing?" said a voice from the corner of the room. Neville appeared from behind an armchair, clutching Trevor the toad, who looked as though he'd been making another bid for freedom.

"Nothing, Neville, nothing," said Harry, hurriedly putting the cloak behind his back. Neville stared at their guilty faces. "You're going out again," he said. "No, no, no," I say, trying to reach out to my old friend "No, we're not. Why don't you go to bed, Neville?" Harry looked at the grandfather clock by the door. They couldn't afford to waste any more time, Snape might even now be playing Fluffy to sleep. "You can't go out," said Neville, "you'll be caught again. Gryffindor will be in even more trouble."

"You don't understand," said Harry, "this is important." But Neville was clearly steeling himself to do something desperate. "I won't let you do it," he said, hurrying to stand in front of the portrait hole. "I'll - I'll fight you!" "Neville," I start, but Ron exploded, he was grumpy. irritated, and sleep-deprived. "get away from that hole and don't be an idiot -"

"Don't you call me an idiot!" said Neville, matching Ron's tone, "I don't think you should be breaking any more rules! And you were the one who told me to stand up to people!"

"Yes, but not to us," said Ron in exasperation. "Neville, you don't know what you're doing." He took a step forward and Neville dropped Trevor the toad, who leapt out of sight. "Go on then, try and hit me!" said Neville, raising his fists. "I'm ready!" Harry turned to me desperate,"Do something," he said his voice barely above a whisper. I step forward. "Neville," I say crushed for having to do such a thing to my first friend, "I'm really, really sorry about this." I shakily raise my wand. "Petrificus Totalus!" I cried, pointing it at Neville.

Neville's arms snapped to his sides. His legs sprang together. His whole body rigid, he swayed where he stood and then fell flat on his face, stiff as a board. I run and to turn him over.

Neville's jaws were jammed together so he couldn't speak. Only his eyes were moving, looking at them in horror. "What've you done to him?" Harry whispered. "It's the full Body-Bind," I say miserable. "Oh, Neville, I'm so sorry."

"We had to, Neville, no time to explain," said Harry. "You'll understand later, Neville," said Ron as we stepped over him and pulled on the invisibility cloak. But leaving Neville lying motionless on the floor didn't feel like a very good omen.

In my nervous state, every statue's shadow looked like Filch, every distant breath of wind sounded like Peeves swooping down on them. At the foot of the first set of stairs, they spotted Mrs. Norris skulking near the top. "Oh, let's kick her, just this once," Ron whispered in my ear, but I shook my head. Even though that had sounded rather tempting at the time.

As they climbed carefully around her, Mrs. Norris turned her lamplike eyes on them, but didn't do anything.

They didn't meet anyone else until they reached the staircase up to the third floor. Peeves was bobbing halfway up, loosening the carpet so that people would trip. "Who's there?" he said suddenly as they climbed toward him. He narrowed his wicked black eyes. "Know you're there, even if I can't see you. Are you ghoulie or ghostie or wee student beastie?" He rose up in the air and floated there, squinting at them. "Should call Filch, I should, if something's a-creeping around unseen." Harry had a sudden idea, that was pure brilliance at the time. "Peeves," he said, in a hoarse whisper, "the Bloody Baron has his own reasons for being invisible." Peeves almost fell out of the air in shock. He caught himself in time and hovered about a foot off the stairs. "So sorry, your bloodiness, Mr. Baron, Sir," he said greasily. "My mistake, my mistake - I didn't see you - of course I didn't, you're invisible - forgive old Peevsie his little joke, sir."

"I have business here, Peeves," croaked Harry. "Stay away from this place tonight." "I will, sir, I most certainly will," said Peeves, rising up in the air again. "Hope your business goes well, Baron, I'll not bother you." And he scooted off "Brilliant, Harry!" whispered Ron. I nodded, smiling. A few seconds later, we were there, outside the third-floor corridor - and the door was already ajar. "Well, there you are," Harry said quietly, "Snape's already got past Fluffy."

Seeing the open door somehow seemed to impress upon us of what was ahead us. Underneath the cloak, Harry turned to Ron and I "If you want to go back, I won't blame you," he said. "You can take the cloak, I won't need it now."

"Don't be stupid," said Ron. "We're coming," I said, staring intently at Harry. He merely nodded and pushed the door open.

As the door creaked, low, rumbling growls met my ears. All three of the dog's noses sniffed madly in their direction, even though it couldn't see them. "What's that at its feet?" I whisper to the boys.

"Looks like a harp," said Ron. "Snape must have left it there." "It must wake up the moment you stop playing," said Harry.

"Well, here goes..." He put Hagrid's flute to his lips and blew. It wasn't really a tune, but from the first note the beast's eyes began to droop. Harry hardly drew breath. Slowly, the dog's growls ceased - it tottered on its paws and fell to its knees, then it slumped to the ground, fast asleep. "Keep playing," Ron warned Harry as we slipped out of the cloak and crept toward the trapdoor. I could feel the dog's hot, smelly breath as we quietly approached the giant heads. "I think we'll be able to pull the door open," said Ron, peering over the dog's back.

"Want to go first, Ron?" Harry asked nervously. "Of course not!"

I roll my eyes, and made a quick and rash decision. "Ill go first."

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I'm alive.

Like wow.

Still breathing lmao.

okay bye guys!

~Luna