Harley Potter And The Sorcerers Stone

The Girl Who Lived

Chapter Fourteen

Crazy Weeks Filled With Busy Days

March 21st

Harley laid her head on the large book that lay open in front of her. She had given up hope, a long time ago, on trying to find anything on Nicholas Famel. Ron sat across from her, his mouth slightly opened as he snored in sleep as drool dripped down his chin. The young raven haired girl groaned to herself as she bit her lip in frustration. Hermione, who had been helping them, had been having just as much trouble. For the last three months, they had been searching through dozens of books to find anything on Nicholas Famel and had been unsuccessful. She raised her head slowly and brushed away a stray stand of hair. She was beyond annoyed with everything going on. She still remained practicing for Quidditch, going to classes and getting mountains of homework, seeing as finals where coming on June 1st.

"I can't find a blasted thing on Nicholas Flamel." Exclaimed Hermione as she slammed down a large thick book on the table. Startled, Ron jumped up from his seat and promptly fell to the ground. Harley laughed in amusement, after also jumping with surprise at the sudden annoyingly loud voice of Hermione. She glanced to the frazzled girl with a raise of her eyebrow.

"You alright Mione?" Harley asked leisurely as she looked back down at the page she had been reading just a few moments ago. Hermione, with her wild hair and honey brown eyes blaring with angry annoyance just huffed as she plopped down on a chair beside Harley.

"No. I know there has to be something on Nicholas Flamel…somewhere." Hermione hissed in aggravation as she slammed the large book open. Harley smirked with hilarity at her flustered friend and shook her head.

"Don't be too loud Mione. Madam Prince will kick you out if you do." She spoke with laughter in her voice. Hermione glared at her friend with exasperation, making Harley snicker aloud. Ron gave a snort of laughter and looked down at his book as he tried to control his smiling. The image of seeing Hermione, of all people, getting kicked out of a library was just hilarious.

"It's not funny!" Hermione proclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest as she pouted. Unable to control herself Harley began to laugh harder. Oh, she did love her friends dearly. She shook her friend at Hermione and patted her shoulder gently.

"Sorry Mione…it's just…imagining you get kicked out of the library…it's just too hilarious." Ron stated with a smile as he looked at his friend. Hermione rolled her eyes with annoyance, not finding what they did funny. She couldn't possibly get kicked out of the library!

"Is there a problem here?" The soft voice of Madam Prince questioned the trio. Harley looked up at the librarian and shook her head with a friendly smile. She didn't mind Madam Prince; she was quite interesting to speak with.

"Actually, Madam Prince. I was wondering if you knew where that large brown book I was reading a few days ago was?" Harley inquired inquisitively. Madam Prince looked at Harley with a thoughtful look on her face before nodding.

"Follow me Ms. Potter." Hopping up from her uncomfortable wooden chair she stumbled over the leg of Hermione's chair before wandering after the librarian. The two walked through rows and rows of books before reaching the back of the library, where the Forbidden section was. In a small corner, not to far from it, was a large area with couches, armchairs and tables on a carpeted area near a large fireplace.

"I didn't know you had an area like this in here." Harley stated. She glanced at the lounge area before looking back at the large brown book that Madam Prince was holding out to her. "Thank you." She thanked with a smile.

"It's not used often. Only when someone is looking through the Forbidden Section do they sit there. No one likes sitting near the Forbidden Section otherwise." The librarian stated with a soft shrug of her shoulders. Harley's eyebrows furrowed with thought as she recalled her first conversation with the librarian. Over the three months of searching for Nicholas Famel, she had many conversations with Madam Prince that interested the young girl.

"Did that boy –" Harley began slightly hesitantly as she looked at the older woman. "Did he use this area when he was looking through the Forbidden Section when he was at school?" The eleven years old questioned as she walked beside the taller woman as she lead them back to the front of the library.

"Yes, he did in fact. He sat in one of the armchairs near the fireplace. Use to sit there for hours, pouring over books. Much like you have been doing." Madam Prince explained. She didn't like thinking of the young boy much. He was always such a dark child; from the vibe she got from him whenever she neared him. Or when she watched him eagerly pour over those dark magic books. As Madam Prince looked at Harley, she realized, that the boy and this young girl, weren't so different. They both spent hours at a time in the library, reading and practicing from the book. As well as having a large crowd of almost followers following them around. Then again, the two of them had been in different houses and Harley actually had friends she cared for as well. Though, Madam Prince had a hunch that the two had a dislike for authority figures.

"Interesting. Thank you Madam Prince." Harley said graciously as she walked over to her friends. The thought quickly left Madam Prince as she watched Harley drop the book on the table. No, the girl didn't seem to disrespect authority figures. She just had a hard time grasping over the idea of an adult being kind to her and telling her, more like asking her, to do something. Madam Prince realized as she walked back to the desk she usually sat at, that the girl everyone thought as a Savior, didn't get the life she should have.

Harley stood at the end of the table and dusted off the book from its dusty cover. "I've read that book." Hermione stated standing up she stood beside Harley at the far end of the table. Together, the two young girls flipped through pages in the book, searching for Nicholas Famel as they scanned over the words on the page. "Aha! Found it!" Hermione called out as her hands landed on the page where it spoke of Nicholas Flamel. Harley leaned closer to the book and began to read aloud to her two friends. Her bright electric emerald green eyes moved back and forth from behind her glasses as she read.

"Nicholas Flamel, along with his partner, Albus Dumbledore is well known for working on alchemy." Harley paused and glanced at her friends, equal surprised looks of shock. Looking back at the book she continued to read. "The ancient study of alchemy is concerned with making the Sorcerer's Stone, a legendary substance with astounding power. The Stone will transfer any metal with gold. It also produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker immortal."

"There have been many reports of the Sorcerer's Stone over the centuries, but the only Stone currently in existence belongs to Mr. Nicholas Flamel, the noted alchemist and opera lover. Mr. Flamel, who celebrated his six hundred and sixty-fifth birthday last year, enjoys a quiet life in Devon with his wife, Perenelle (six hundred and fifty - eight)." Harley finished reading and paused, her mind raced along with Hermione's while Ron also tried to figure out what they already knew.

"That's it!" Harley exclaimed. "That's what that three headed dog is guarding. It's Flamel's Sorcerer Stone!" The girl stated.

"I bet Flamel asked Dumbledore to keep it safe and guard it for safe keeping!" Hermione added with a beaming smile.

"And that's why Snape is trying to get. So he can become immortal." Ron added with a nod. The three friends looked to each other. Each knowing they have to find this stone and stop Snape before he got a hold of it.

The next few days had been nothing of importance. Now that three knew what the three-headed dog was guarding, they had to figure a way to get it before Snape did. But Harley had another problem to deal with. The next Quidditch game had the referee as Snape. Which meant Harley was bound to get trouble, unless she some how got the game to finish quickly. The eleven year old bounced on the balls of her feet as she tried to calm down her nerves. Fred Weasley stood at the doorway of the locker room, looking out at the large school. "Blimey. Everyone's coming. Even Dumbledore." Fred stated from the door. Harley swiftly walked over to Fred and looked through the door. She for the first time felt relief that Dumbledore was at the game. She was glad with Dumbledore around watching the game, it meant that Snape couldn't try and kill her.

With a deep settling breath, Harley grabbed hold of her broomstick and followed after her teammates. She hoped nothing too bad happened. The last thing she needed was another near death experience, or completely falling off her broom. Jumping onto her broomstick, Harley followed after her other teammates as they flew out of the locker room hallway and out onto the field. The half the crowd cheered for them, while the small other half booed. With a sharp whistle from Professor Snape, the Qudditch game began.

"Snape looks furious." Ron stated as he looked to Professor Snape as he spoke to Hermione. "Look they're off – Ouch!" Ron exclaimed. Draco Malfoy stood behind him with a smirk. Dudley Dursley, Goyle and Crabbe stood behind Malfoy with equal looks of amusement.

"Oh, sorry Weasley. Didn't see you." Malfoy sneered sarcastically. He grinned broadly at Dudley, Crabbe and Goyle behind him who chuckled stupidly.

"Wonder how long Pothead's going to stay on her broom this time? Anyone want to make a bet? What about you Weasley?" Dudley taunted with a smirk. He snickered to himself and looked around the stadium. He didn't exactly care about his famous cousin. Ron's temper began to boil as he tried to ignore the Slytherins behind him. Turning away from the four boys and looked towards were the game had been started for the last three or so minutes. Snape had just awarded the Hufflepuff team a penalty for George who had supposedly tried to hit him with a Bludger. Hermione who sat beside Ron watched the game like a hawk. Her eyes continued to follow Harley's form.

"I think the way they choose the Gryffindor team is people who they feel sorry for. I mean, Potter's got no parents; Weasley's have no money. Who should they choose next? Longbottom here who has no brains." Malfoy stated loudly after Hufflepuff was given another penalty for no reason. Neville turned bright red and turned in his seat, facing Malfoy.

"I'm worth twelve of you, Malfoy." Neville stammered out. Malfoy and his goons laughed loudly at the statement.

"You tell him Neville." Ron encouraged as he continued to watch the game.

"Please. Longbottom if you had brains and they where gold – you'd be poor than Weasley – and that's saying something." Malfoy stated with a smirk.

"I'm warning you Malfoy – One more word –" Ron began with a glare as he looked at Malfoy.

"Ron -!" Hermione yelled suddenly. "Look!" She pointed up at Harley who had suddenly done a spectacular dive. Many students gasped and cheered from the crowd. Hermione stood in her seat and watched with anticipation, crossing her fingers in her mouth as she bit her nails nervously. Harley streaked towards the ground in a blur of gold and red.

"Look Weasley, you'll in luck. Looks like Potter found some money on the ground." Malfoy said. Ron snapped, out of nowhere, before Malfoy could do anything, Ron suddenly tackled Malfoy to the ground wrestling him to the floor. Neville after a short second scampered over his seat. He tackled Dudley to the ground and wrestled with him to the floor. Seamus and Dean, who had seen this little argument stood and tackled Goyle and Crabbe to the ground. They had heard all the remarks Malfoy had been making and had been waiting to tackle the two goons that always followed Malfoy around like lapdogs.

"Come on Harley!" Screeched Hermione as Harley sped straight towards Snape. Hermione continue to jump up and down as she cheered for her best friend. Emily Vance and Neveah Longbottom cheered along with Hermione. The two girls jumped up and down while screaming for Harley. Hermione didn't notice the cluttered mess of yelps with fists from Neville, Dudley, Seamus, Dean, Goyle and Crabbe as they where all in a tumbled heap of fighting. Ron and Malfoy continued to fight by themselves, rolling and punching each other.

Harley shot past Snape, just as he moved out of the way. As Harley continued to dive she reached her hand out. Suddenly she pulled out of the dive, her hand wrapped around the small golden snitch as she raised it in the sky in triumph, with a smile on her face. "We won Ron! Harley's got the Golden Snitch! The games over! Gryffindor won!" Hermione cheered happily. "Ron?" She questioned in confusion. She looked around for her friend with a furrow of her eyebrows.

Harley jumped off her broom as she landed on the ground. The cheering crowd began to make their way towards Harley. For the first time ever, the Quidditch Game was over in five minutes. She gazed around and noticed Snape, tight-lipped and pale, storming off as he spat on the ground. Looking away from the Potions Master she beamed at the cheering Gryffindors and Ravenclaws, as well as the smiling Gryffindor team.

"Why are we going to see Hagrids again?" Ron whispered as the group made their way out into the grounds. The three of them where covered by the Invisibility cloak. Harley had learned about the fight. Ron told her eagerly, how he had taken on Malfoy and how Neville single handily took on Dudley, which was an effort in itself. Ron continued to speak of how Seamus and Dean had taken on Goyle and Crabbe. She had congratulated her friend and her other three friends before they spoke about Snape and Quirrell.

"He wanted us to meet him. Remember? When we where in the library?" Harley hissed as the three slowly made their way towards the lightened hut. They stepped onto the dry grass and made their way slowly down the grassy dried path. Their footsteps made loud crunching sounds over the dried dirt. Ron muttered under his breath something that both Harley and Hermione couldn't tell. Dark gloomy clouds, making it almost impossible to see what was in front of them, covered the moon's glow. The three friends stopped in front of the door to Hagrids hut. Ron raised his hand and knocked against the hard wood door thrice, making a loud thump each time.

"Who is it?" Hagrids gruff voice called from the other side of the door.

"It's us. Let us in!" Hermione called to Hagrid. The door made a clink sound as Hagrid unlocked the door before pushing it open with a squeak. Not waiting for him to say anything, the trio stumbled up the three stairs and into the cabin. Pulling the cloak off of them they looked around. The room was hot and stuffy like the last time they had been here.

"Can't you open a window Hagrid? It's all hot and stuffy." Harley spoke, as she adjusted her clothes. Hagrid shook his head and spoke.

"Sorry I can't." Harley sighed and rubbed her forehead with slight annoyance. "Yer wanted to ask me somethin'?" Hagrid questioned from beside the kettle.

"We wanted to know if you could tell us what else was guarding the Sorcerer's Stone besides Fluffy." Harley stated. She figured there was no reason to beat around the bush.

"No can do. Number one I don' know meself. Number two, you already know too much about the Sorcerer's Stone and Number three, and you probably already figured out that it was almost stolen out of Gringotts." Hagrid stated with a shake of his head.

"You may not want to tell us, but you do know everything that goes on around here." Hermione began in a warm flattering voice. Hagrid's beard twitched, showing them that he was smiling. "We only wanted to know who had done the guarding really." Hermione went on. "We wondered who Dumbledore had trusted to guard the stone, apart from you." She finished. Harley and Ron beamed at Hermione. She sure did know how to talk and flatter a person when she needed to.

"I suppose…there's no harm…in telling ya…apart from me…well Dumbledore borrowed Fluffy… then some o' the other teachers did enchantments…Professor Sprout – Professor Flitwick – Professor McGongall –" He named them off with his fingers. "Professor Quirrell – an' Professor Dumbledore himself did somethin' o'course. I'm forgettin' somethin' o yeah, Professor Snape." Hagrid stated.

"Snape?" The trio exclaimed.

"Look. Yer still not on that are ya? Snape is protectin' the Stone. Not tryin' to still it." Hagrid stated.

"Hagrid. Where did you get that?" Ron questioned. He walked over to Hagrid and looked down at the black egg.

"Won it from a game I played down en the Leaky Cauldron last nigh'." Hagrid stated proudly as he looked at the egg in the kettle.

April 7th

A few days later, after their talk with Hagrid, the group was wandering towards Herbology while Ron and Hermione argued about Hagrid with his dragon egg. Harley glanced in front of her to notice Malfoy and Dudley had stopped with interest. "Shut up." She hissed to her friends. She didn't like the looks the two boys had on their faces. Shaking her head she quickly dragged her friends past the two boys. She had a bad feeling about this. Later that day, nearing night. Harley, Ron, and Hermione made their way over to Hagrid's after getting a letter from him, telling them that it was hatching.

They walked to Hagrids and walked into the hut after Hagrid let them in. They walked slowly over to the table to see the egg suddenly shutter and move. The raven-haired girl moved her head back with hesitance as she watched the egg silently. Hermione and Ron watched with Harley as the egg began to hatch. Pieces of eggshell flew from the egg, almost hitting Harley, Ron and Hermione in the process. Finally, after a few minutes of the egg breaking itself, the whole egg flew apart. The trio ducked as it shot at them. "I'm really not liking this dragon." Harley hissed under her breath to her friends. They nodded in agreement. Slowly, after making sure no more shell of egg was going to try and hit them, they stood up.

"He's a beauty ain't he? Already knowin' his mummy. Don' ya Norbert?" Hagrid cooed to the dragon. It stood uneasily on wooden table. Hagrid bent down and smiled at the dragon. It stood there for a moment before coughing, causing a spew of fire to emit and land onto Hagrids bushy beard. Hagrid quickly patted it out with one of the oven mitts, stopping his beard from catching fire. Harley's eyebrows rose as she looked down at the dragon with distrust. Smoke rose from Hagrids beard. The clicking of the dragon's paws and wings echoed in the deathly silent room. 'Already Hagrid had named the dragon.' She realized with a shake of her head. Hagrid was already attached to it. She had along with her two best friends, after the trio realized Hagrid had a dragon, read up everything she could on dragons. She read how fast they grew and how dangerous they got the older they became.

"Hagrid…" Hermione spoke, bringing Hagrids attention from the dragon to the group.

"What?" Hagrid questioned.

"You do know…you can't keep him…right?" Hermione hesitantly asked. She wasn't as blunt as Harley and Ron could be. Then again, the two best friends weren't exactly polite when it came to speaking their minds. Though, Harley could be when she wanted to. The raven-haired girl gazed around the cabin with interest, noticing another room in the back where she assumed was where Hagrids bedroom was. The kitchen and living room was one large room, which gave it a comforting feel.

"Why can' I?" Hagrid demanded. He crossed his arms as he sat down on the chair, looking between Norbert and the trio.

"Because Hagrid, it's illegal. Dragons, especially a Norwegian Ridgeback can be dangerous when they grow older. You have to get rid of Norbert." Harley spoke up. Hagrid looked to Harley with a frown.

"I don'…I don't wanna. I always wanted one of 'em and now I do." Hagrid defended himself. Harley sighed and looked between Hermione and Ron. Hagrid glanced out the window and quickly walked over to it and watched as two children ran to the grounds.

"What's the matter Hagrid?" Harley questioned.

"I saw jus' thought I saw a student – lookin' through the window." Hagrid explained. Harley walked to the window and looked down to see something with bright blonde hair.

"Malfoy." Harley grumbled with a glare. This was not going to be good.

The group stood in Hagrids Hut. Norbert, the dragon was getting bigger as the days progress. They had been trying to think of a way to get Norbert out of here, but hadn't been successful. Suddenly, an idea popped in her head. Since Hagrid wasn't being of any help, the two friends had to figure it out themselves. "Charlie." She suddenly stated to Ron.

"You've lost it mate. I'm Ron, remember?" He questioned his friend slowly. Harley shook her with a roll of her eyes.

"No Ron, Charlie, your brother. He's in Romania. Studying Dragons. We could send Norbert to him." Harley explained. A light seemed to appear over Ron's head.

"Hagrid!" Harley bellowed to Hagrid who was talking nonsense to Norbert. Hagrid stopped and looked to Harley with a raise of his bushy eyebrows. "Give it a week or two, Norbert is going to be the size of your hut. You need to give him up, and we know a way." Harley stated calmly.

"I – I know I can't keep him forever, but I just can't dump him. I can't." Hagrid said.

"We can get Charlie to come and get him. He's a Dragon Keeper. He knows how to take care of them." Ron spoke. The two where trying their hardest to get Hagrid to finally agree.

"If we don't – Malfoy and Dudley could tell Dumbledore at any moment about Norbert." Harley supplied as she stood near the door. She looked at Hagrid with a nod of her head.

"Alright." Hagrid muttered. Smiling with relief Harley and Ron made their way out of the cabin and towards the Gryffindor to owl Charlie.

As the school weeks progressed, Wednesday came around Harley and Hermione sat in the Gryffindor Common Room. They had been trying to finish their homework. Harley was almost completely done with her assignment, except for an essay for Potions that she had been ignoring for the last few days. The portrait swung open, the invisible figure of Ron stormed over to them underneath the invisibility cloak. He pulled it off of his figure with annoyance and tossed the cloak to Harley.

Ron's hand was bandaged with a handkerchief. "It bit me!" Ron exclaimed with annoyance. "I won't be able to hold my quill for a week. I tell you, that dragon's the worst animal I've ever met. From the way Hagrid talks about it, he makes it sound like a little baby bunny." He continued. "When it bit me, Hagrid told me off for frightening it and when I was leaving, he was singing to it. The mans completely lost it!" Ron spoke, as he took a seat on the couch.

Silence meet Ron's angry rant as Harley and Hermione looked to each other with wide eyes. They hadn't seen Ron get as frustrated as he had with someone, other than Slytherins or his older siblings, and sometimes his friends. Then again…many people can get him frustrated. The sound of tapping on the window brought Harley out of her thoughts as the figure of Hedwig sat out on the ledge. Harley stood from the couch and walked over to the window and pulled it open. She allowed Hedwig to fly in and land on the wooden table in front of the Gryffindor table. Harley untied the letter from her claws and unrolled it with a crinkle. Reading over the scribble writing of Ron's older brother, she spoke aloud. "It's Charlie. He tells us to send a reply if Saturday night is okay with us. We'd have to meet some people at the highest tower at midnight." Harley stated. Picking up her quill and a blank piece of parchment she quickly wrote a reply back to Charlie in cursive writing.

Saturday night was the night that Hermione and Harley would head down to Hagrid's and pick Norbert up. Since Ron had been placed in the hospital wing from his bite, and since they couldn't change their plan, even after they realized Malfoy knew what the letter said that Charlie sent, they still had to go through with it. Harley threw the cloak over Hermione and herself and made their way out of the Gryffindor Common Room. The hurriedly, but quietly, made their way through the staircase and hallways.

They rushed out into the grounds and ran their way towards Hagrids. Stopping at the door of Hagrids hut they knocked on the door. It swung open and showed Hagrid with a large crate. Norbert was already inside, seeing as the box was emitting spoke from inside. Harley pulled the invisibility cloak off and sighed. "I got em everything he needs. Some food and toys to play with as well as some o' his comfortable blankets." Harley shook her head with disbelief plain on her face. Glancing at Hermione who had the same look on her face the girl sighed.

"Come on. It's already eleven. We have to go." Throwing the cloak back over the crate, Hermione and Harley quickly went under it and together they heaved the large and heavy box up. Slowly, the two made their way back up the grounds and to the entrance of Hogwarts. It seemed to take forever as Harley and Hermione lugged the crate up to the highest tower tiredly. The two girls where panting and sweating for breathe as they made it to the fifth floor. "I…really…hate…dragons." Harley panted. She tiredly continued to urge herself and Hermione to continue their pathway. She glanced at her watch and noticed it had taken them over forty-five minutes to get to the fifth floor. Shaking her head the two girls began to walk once again after a short break.

"Finally." Hermione muttered as they stopped on the seventh floor where the highest tower was on. They stopped at the corner and listened for any noises. They froze at the sound of two voices speaking, there voices echoing through the still and bitter hallway.

"Mr. Malfoy. Wasting my time like this is unacceptable. Fifty points from Slytherin! Do you think this is some joke? Out of bed at this hour. We will be talking to your head. Follow me." McGongalls strict voice spoke. The sound of shoes scuffling and the protest of Malfoy became distant as the two figures disappeared. Sighing and nodding to each other, Hermione and Harley turned down the same hallway and walked towards the opening of the tower. They walked into the tower and stopped. Setting the crate down Harley walked over to the ledge and looked around for any sign of someone coming. Looking to the east, she noticed a group of four people flying towards them.

Charlie's friends were a cherry lot. They showed the two girls how harness tied around their brooms and crate. Harley and Hermione continued to smile at the older males. They where quite good looking, it would have made the girls giggle more than likely, if they weren't so tired. An hour after the four men arrived, they flew off back into the night with Norbert harnessed behind them on their brooms. The girls watched them disappear into the darkness before Harley bent down and grabbed her cloak off the floor. Harley threw it back over the two of them as they silently made their way back to Gryffindors Common Room.

It was a silent walk, neither dared to speak; afraid their voice would echo. They walked closer, so close that if was uncomfortable. As the neared the Gryffindor Common Room they stopped at the sound of McGongalls voice. "Where could they possibly be?" Harley and Hermione glanced at each other with nervousness. She must have meant them. Biting their lips they walked slower to the Common Room entrance and stopped as they saw Professor McGongall, Professor Snape, Malfoy, and Filch the Caretaker standing at the entrance way.

"I told you they where out of bed!" Malfoy stated.

"That doesn't mean you are allowed to be out of bed as well. That is why you have detention Mr. Malfoy." McGongall replied sternly.

"What do we do?" Harley murmured quietly. Hermione gave a shrug and whispered back.

"Say…we where in the library?" Hermione questioned.

"It won't work." They stood, even when invisible, in the shadows not too far from the entrance to Gryffindor Common Room. They waited for what seemed like forever, but was only half an hour before the four figures disappeared. Silently, the two girls walked forward and whispered the password into Gryffindor Common Room. Slipping into the large room they made their way to the staircase. Harley flung the cloak off and quickly ran up the boy's dormitory stairs. She ran to her bed and flung her cloak inside before shutting it. Harley, made her way quietly back down the stairs and froze at the sight of McGongall, Hermione, and Neville standing beside her.

"Would you care to explain to me why Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Longbottom believed the two of you where at the Astronomy Tower at one o'clock in the morning? When I find Mr. Granger here, sitting on the couch, beside the fire and Mr. Longbottom wandering the halls where the Astronomy Tower is. Explain yourself." McGongall ordered. Harley bit her lip and spoke slowly, her mind racing to come up with a reply.

"We where…talking about homework and then…went to see…the sky?" She supplied with a half smile. McGongall glared at the girl sternly and looked at the three Gryffindor students.

"Fifty points, each. For being out of bed when you are not suppose to. And detentions as well." McGongall sternly stated.

"But – But you can't!" Harley exclaimed. No, she had just won the lead for Gryffindor. Now they where going to lose it all. They couldn't loose a hundred and fifty points. It would put them in last place.

"Do not tell me what I can and can't do Potter! Now off to bed!" McGongall ordered. Harley glared at the Professor and turned on her heel. She stormed up the stairs and angrily walked into the room. She hated adults. They thought they could tell them what to do and they'd do it. God, she dreaded the next day, when the Gryffindors saw how much points they lost.

She was already dreading detention.

You gain some points and you lose some points. Isn't life a punk?

I really am tempted to just start on third year. Third year and up is going to be fun to write. But I'd still work on second year if I did decide to start on third year. What do you think I should do?

This chapter wasn't changed much. Not like my other chapters.

Let's see, Detention for four coming up soon. Almost finished with this story. It's taking too long though!

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