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Finals were now over. Harry's scar was now constantly giving him pain, and that was all he was concerned with.
One day while sitting under a tree near the Great Lake, Harry jumped up.
"Why didn't I think of it before?!" Harry burst out angrily, just as sudden as his movements.
He began a brisk walk down the familiar path to Hagrid's cabin. Hermione, Ron, and Raychel tried to keep up with him. They fired off a barrage of "Harry, what's going on's?" at him, but he just shook his head.
At Hagrid's cabin Harry banged furiously on the door.
"Harry! What're you tryin' ter do, band down me door?" Hagrid laughed merrily at his own pun, but then his smiling face turned to a look of concern. He then asked what his three friends that were out of breath from trying to keep up with him have been trying to ask. "Harry, what's wrong?"
"What did the stranger that you won Norbert from look like?" Harry asked.
"He kept his hood up, an' the pub was all dark. Yeh get lots o' funny folk down in the Hog's Head." Hagrid looked puzzled.
"Did you mention Hogwarts at all when you were talking?!" Harry quizzed.
"It might o' came up. I can't remember too much; he kept buyin' me drinks. Then he told me we could play cards for a dragon egg." Then Hagrid smiled. "He asked if I thought I could handle a dragon meself, and then I told him that after Fluffy, a dragon'd be no problem at all." Hagrid paused. "Then I told 'im, 'The secret to caring for magical beasts is to know how ter soothe 'em. Like Fluffy for example, you just need ter play him some music, and he falls asl—WAIT! I shouldn'ta said that."
All four friends exchanged scared glances with each other. Everything seemed to click into space. They ran out of Hagrid's hut, and Hagrid tried to ask them what they were going to do, but they had no time to speak.
"We have to go to Dumbledore now," said Harry. "Snape is trying to get the stone for Voldemort." Hermione and Ron flinched at the name, but Raychel wasn't paying attention. She had seen Snape coming, and he might hear what they were saying about him.
"He is trying to aid Voldemort," another shudder from the other two, "and kill me." At that Hermione gasped and said 'No!' and Ron went pale. Raychel had to act now.
"Professor Snape!" she called, causing the others to look up. "I had to ask you something." She informed him hurriedly. With her hand she waved the others to move away. "Can I talk to you about my Potions final?" She began asking him meaningless questions about the third year final. It was all just a ploy to waste time, as she knew she did well on it; it was her forte after all.
After successfully distracting Snape long enough to let her friends get away, she left Snape in the corridor. She hurriedly went off in the direction she thought her friends went.
She came up behind them in a corridor as a flustered McGonagall walked away.
"Dumbledore's gone!" The three of them exclaimed in unison.
"What?" Raychel gasped.
"The Ministry sent an owl for him. He left early this morning."
"Then—then the stone is going to be gone tonight." Ron shuddered.
"Harry, I don't think Snape is the one going to steal it." Raychel almost winced from at the look Harry shot her.
"Raychel, all the signs point—"She interrupted him.
"I know what it might seem, but Harry, it isn't feasible!" Raychel said, a higher voice, "Yes, it is very possible that someone is going to steal it, because it is so convenient that Professor Dumbledore isn't here."
"Raychel, we are going to try and stop Snape," he said Snape with a finality that made it show how set in his ways that he was.
These are my friends. They swore they saw Snape attempting to curse Harry off of his broomstick. They swore that Snape let the troll in on Halloween. They swore that he tried to get past Fluffy, reason why his leg was in the mess that Harry had reported it as that week. These are my friends Raychel thought; I will go with them and have their backs.
"I'll help you guys in any way I can." Raychel told them solidly.
"Thanks. And thanks for the diversion with Snape before." Her three friends all smiled at her.
"When and where will I meet you guys?" Raychel asked.
"Well, we're not meeting per se." Then Harry went into the plan he had hatched in his mind. Hermione was to be waiting outside of the Professor's lounge, and Ron and Harry would wait outside the Third Corridor to ward him off if he tried anything. Raychel would decide she would cause a commotion in a corridor far from the aforementioned one so teachers would go there. It was also decided that if things were to go wrong, they would meet outside of the Library.
Harry and Ron had gotten points taken away from them by McGonagall, and were shooed away. Hermione had given her lie to Professor Flitwick about her test and that did absolutely nothing to prevent Snape running out of the room toward the sounds of destruction, caused by Raychel. Quirrell went out of the lounge, shakily, but in an opposite direction of the noise, but Hermione was not there to see that. She was on her way to the library, where it Raychel was waiting anxiously. Hermione was surprised to see Ron and Harry there as well.
"Our plan got trashed by McGonagall." Ron muttered both angrily and exasperated.
"Snape ran off while Professor Flitwick was making me wait." Hermione groaned.
"Well, there is a Fanged Frisbee flying around, all of the suits of armor are on the floor, and a ton of Dungbombs to sort out where I was." Raychel grinned, hoping to bring some sort of relief to the tension that decided to wrap around them.
That did plan did not work out, because Harry said seriously, "Well, I'm going through there tonight. I need to stop Voldemort!" Harry professed with passion, not found in most eleven year old boys. "He tried to kill me before didn't he? I mean if he has the Stone, who says he wouldn't try for a second chance?"
A silent agreement was made. They all hurried to the third corridor. The door was ajar.
The four friends pushed their way into the room, Harry first; he has whipped out the flute Hagrid had carved out for him and quickly began to play it as Fluffy began to let out growls and grumbles of warning. Ron and Hermione hurried forward and pushed and pulled a giant paw off of the trapdoor.
Raychel opened the trapdoor while Harry was playing the flute, tunelessly. He's better at Quidditch Raychel thought almost laughing.
When it was open Harry walked over, flute still in mouth, and looked down the long tunnel downward that the trapdoor concealed. Harry pointed to him self while playing the instrument one handedly and then used the same hand to point down.
"You want to go down first?" Ron asked incredulously
Harry pulled his mouth from the flute and said, "If it's safe, I will call for you guys." Hermione looked nothing less then frightened and Fluffy began to growl once more.
Harry handed the nearest person the flute, who was Hermione, and without further ado, Harry jumped into the hole. He sped down at a fast speed hoping a trampoline or a million pillows were awaiting him. Then he landed. He looked up at the hole in which he had just jumped through. It looked smaller than a Galleon. He called up to his friends, "Come down, it's a soft landing!" He was almost laughing at his luck.
Ron landed next to him, Raychel in front of him. Then Hermione announced her arrival as she squealed when she landed.
"Good thing this stuff is here, or else we would have died. We must be miles under the school!" Ron exclaimed merrily.
"Good thing!" Hermione screamed in horror at Ron, as Raychel looked at him as if she couldn't believe her eyes.
Harry and he were being wrapped up in the plant in which they had landed on.
"That's Devil Snare!" Raychel cried. "Oh no, what do we do?"
"Hold on, I think I remember what Professor Sprout taught us about it!" Hermione told them. I hope she thinks well under pressure…or in this case, possible suffocation. Raychel thought.
"It hates the sun! But I have no fire!" Hermione whined helplessly
Ron began to squirm and attempted to resist, but the Devil's Snare was persistent. Harry saw that out of the corner of his eye, and screamed disbelievingly at Hermione, "Are you a witch or not?"
"Oh," and she grabbed her wand with the hand that had less vines creeping all over it, and produced her signature blue bell flames at which the Devil's Snare let them go, and they all hit the floor below the plant.
It was a small relief to be free from the plant, but knowing what was ahead of them brought each of them back to reality.
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