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Harry slinked past a suspicious Mrs. Norris, creeping by the Hogwarts walls. 'Where is that blasted professor?'Harry complained, eyeing each corridor meticulously. He mentally cursed himself for stalling with Hermione. He had let his attention stray from Quirrel, and he was now paying for it. He soon exited the majestic castle. The Forest! Of course Quirrel would choose the darkest place for his business. Harry creeped towards the unicorn grove, making sure to not make a sound." You have the Stone?" whispered a feeble voice, coming from behind a towering Evergreen. Harry's eyes widened as he pressed his ear against the trunk. " No, but soon. Dumbledore is too stupid a fool to detect anything, the blinkered dunce. I came to add my own request though- a share of your treasure. I have been interested in the Sorcerer's Stone for some time now" rasped a voice. Harry could guess the identity. Quirrel was making promises he was sure to break. ' Highly likely he'll give back the Stone 'thought Harry, rolling his electric green eyes. " Where do you guess it be? Perhaps I could-" whispered the croaking woman once more. " No! I mean…I'll get the Stone for you Mrs. Flamel, to be sure" snapped Quirrel, then regaining his composure.
Harry Potter POV
Mrs. Flamel? Why was Quirrel talking to Mrs. Flamel? Was she doing business without her husband, Nicholas, knowing? My breathing shallowed as I heard them walking towards me. I regretted not bringing my invisibility cloak, but soon remembered I still didn't have it. I slowly crouched down, hiding myself under the tree's dark shadow. Of all the times, the moon had to shine this bright, it was tonight. I guess it being Halloween and everything, it's quite exiting, but I just wasn't into the spirit. I waited as they moved on, but I could have sworn I saw Quirrel hesitate by me.
I had managed to pass Filch and his cat, so I slipped back into the Ravenclaw common room, thanking Merlin this common room door didn't creak as much as the Gryffindor one. The fire was blazing, the books yellowing, and Hermione was sitting on the carpeted floor, glaring bullets at my face. " Mr. Potter, where have you been?" Just my luck.
A/N: Read&Review! By the way, blinkered means 'narrow minded' or in this case 'narrow sighted'-meaning they only see one view on the subject. Hope you like!