School had started again and everyone was back, things returned to normal. Except the nightmares hadn't stopped. Almost every night I'd wake up, shaking or crying and Hermione was beginning to notice. She would watch me and wake me up when I'd start crying in my sleep and she would ask me to tell her what was wrong, but I can't. This is starting to make me go crazy and I don't know why? It all started because of that letter at Christmas and now it just won't stop! Anyway this morning I woke extra early and got ready, I went down to the Hall not caring if anyone saw me or didn't like what I was doing.

I had to see Dumbledore, I have to find out what is wrong with me.

I went into the Great Hall and found Dumbledore talking with a very angry Professor Snape.

'How dare he treat her like that, he-' Snape fumed until Dumbledore interrupted him and they turned to stare at me.

'Miss Partridge, what brings you here so early?' Dumbledore asked.

'I-I-I.' I stuttered before turning and racing out the door. I ran until I found the entrance to the secret passageway, then I slipped inside and let the wall close behind me. I sat on the ground and stayed silent for ages until I heard the other kids coming down to breakfast so I came out and joined them. They didn't ask me any questions about where I'd been so I didn't talk about it and after we went to class. Then at lunch Harry said something I was beginning to think I'd never hear.

'I found him.' We all looked at him expectantly as he read the back of a chocolate frog card. 'Albus Dumbledore, current Headmaster of Hogwarts. Considered by many the greatest wizard of modern times, Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the Dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel. I thought I'd seen that name before!'

'Follow me.' Hermione grinned and she led us to the library where we now knew what to look for and it wasn't long before we found him. 'Nicolas Flamel is a well-known alchemist and only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone, a legendary substance with incredible powers. The Philosopher Stone is also responsible for the Elixir of Life, a magic substance that will make the drinker immortal.' Hermione paused noticing the look on Ron's face. 'It means you'll never die.' She explained.

'I know what it means!' Ron replied angrily.

'That's what Fluffy's guarding, that's what Snape wants, the Philosopher Stone.' I said confidently.

'We should go talk to Hagrid about this after class this afternoon.' Harry suggested and that's what we did.

As soon as school had finished for the day we all headed outside and down to Hagrid's hut to talk to him. The walk didn't take to long as soon we were all standing outside his door and Harry knocked. Hagrid opened and looked at us before starting to shut the door again.

'Hello, sorry to be rude, but I'm in no fit state to entertain today.'

'We know about the Philosopher Stone.' We all said in unison. The door swung back open.

'Oh.' Hagrid said deadpan and slightly annoyed. Then he let us in.

'Professor Snape's trying to steal it.' Harry said as we walked over to the table and sat down.

'Snape? Oh you're not still on about him are ya?'

'We know he's trying to steal it, we just don't know why.' He insisted.

'Snape's one of the teachers protecting the stone, he's not about to try and steal it.' Hagrid replied.

'What?' I asked confused.

'You heard. Alright now, I'm a bit preoccupied today-'

'Wait, one of the teachers?' Ron asked.

'Of course! There are other things protecting the stone aren't there? Spells, enchantments.' Hermione said.

'That's right, waist of time if you ask me. Ain't no one going to get past Fluffy, ain't a soul knows how except for me and Dumbledore... I shouldn't have told you that.'

I had to hold in a laugh, he's always telling us stuff that he's not supposed to and yet he never learns. Then again I suppose if he didn't tell us we wouldn't know half of the stuff we do. Then something started making noises from the pot of the fire. Hagrid put his hands in and scooped out what looked like a giant burnt egg and brought it over to the table.

'Ow, ooooooh...' He said trying to carry it.

'Hagrid, what exactly is that?' Harry asked as Hagrid sat down with us.

'Well that's a... That's a...'

'I know what that is.' Ron said amazed. 'Hagrid where did you get one?'

'I won it, off a stranger down at the pub. He seemed quite glad to be rid of it as a matter of fact.'

'Hang on is that what I think it is?' I asked as the egg shock on the table and shell started to crack. Then we had to duck as pieces shattered everywhere and there on the table stood a little baby dragon.

'Hagrid is that a dragon?' Hermione asked astonished.

'Not just a dragon, that's a Norwegian Ridgeback. My brother Charlie works with these in Romania.'

'Isn't he beautiful.' Hagrid said smiling as the dragon turned to face him. 'Oh bless him look he knows his mummy.' I didn't point out how it was impossible for him to be a mummy. 'Hello Norbert.'

'Norbert?' Harry asked.

'Well he's gotta have a name don't he?' He tickled underneath Norbert's tiny chin with his fingers. Norbert let out a cute little squeak. Then we stepped back as Norbert coughed and flames shot out of my mouth, singeing Hagrid's beard. I laughed at the look on his face as he tried to put it out. 'He'll have to be trained up a bit, of course.' Then Norbert hiccuped and small sparks came out of his mouth.

'Are you allowed to have a dragon at school?' I asked.

'Well I assumed so.'

'Hang on, who's that?' Hagrid asked looking at the window. We all turned and looked just in time to see a flash of blonde hair disappear.

'Malfoy.' I grimaced. 'Wait how long have we been here? It's dark, which means-'

'It's after curfew!' Harry and I smacked ourselves in the face (not to hard mind you).

'Your all be in trouble now, quick, you'd better get back to the castle.' Hagrid suggested and we did as we were told. When we got back Professor McGonagall was not pleased to see us.

Oh dear, I bet you can guess what's going to happen next.