Hermione's POV

After Christmas Break

Library

The whole time I was gone, I couldn't help but worry about Harry. Though, I had been putting together all the information gathered, and I have to admit, Harry might have been on to something.

Someone lets a troll in, and then jinxes Harry's broom. Yes, Harry's reasons were flawed, but he may have a point. Someone's definitely after Harry, and it's not just Ron.

So, I decided to follow along with Harry's reasoning, and decided, if what had been dropped by Hagrid was true, then the trapdoor was probably concealing the Sorcerer's Stone, Flammel's most elusive invention.

After reading up on it, I was convinced. I broached the subject to the boys.

Ron seemed lost in thought, and I'm sure he was thinking along similar lines as I was. If my agency could get the elixir of life, then his would be completely obsolete.

Not that I expected to get it, but still… The possibilities, if the White Star agency got their hands on this? Millions of lives could be saved.

That Evening

Outside Hogwarts Ground

Hermione's POV

Harry was convinced that Hagrid knew something about the Sorcerer's Stone, and he may have been right. For some reason, Dumbledore trusted someone who kept letting information slip to a bunch of eleven year olds. It's not that I didn't like Hagrid, he was a great friend, but he wasn't someone I would trust with important things.

We made our way to his hut on the edge of the school, and, after stating our knowledge of the Sorcerer's Stone, Hagrid let us in.

Harry began telling Hagrid about his suspicions that Professor Snape trying to steal the Sorcerer's Stone.

I was only listening with half an ear, when Hagrid brought up Snape being one of the professors protecting the stone.

"Of course!" I said. "There are other things protecting the Stone. Spells, enchantments." The thought was depressing. A three headed dog was possible, provided I could find its weakness. But with added enchantments, things might get difficult.

But it would be worth it to get that and give it to Harry, and the rest of my agency.

Then Hagrid was distracted. He rushed off to a pot, which he pulled a dragon egg from.

All three of our eyes widened.

Harry was probably wondering what it was.

Ron and I were wondering how Hagrid got his hands on Ron's dragon egg.

Quite a messy attempt at assassination, but under his watchful eye, I couldn't exactly take it, or harm it. And if it hatched, Ron would train it to be a complete killing machine.

He would also probably succeed in somehow keeping it a secret. But, however Hagrid got it, he wouldn't be able to keep it quiet. It was sure to be discovered.

Suddenly it began to hatch. Pieces of scalding, rock hard eggshell flew toward Harry, guided by Ron's trajectory spell.

I was able to throw them off course, and soon the dragon was completely hatched.

Everyone in the hut stared at the Norwegian Ridgeback.

Remembering that I wasn't supposed to expect a dragon to hatch, I quickly asked Hagrid whether it was a dragon.

Then Ron went and showed off his knowledge, naming it. He was only able to get away with it because his 'brother' works with dragons.

"Aw, isn't he beautiful!" Hagrid said, almost tearfully.

Oh yes, quite beautiful. Especially with the spell Ron just put on him. I tried to counteract it, but the dragon nonetheless was able to fire off a spurt of fire. Luckily, it's only a baby, so the fired couldn't do too much damage. Still, the flames nearly ignited Hagrid's beard, and I was only just able to stop Ron's igniting spell.

Well, he was sure having a productive night.

Just then someone's head popped up in the window.

"Who is that?" Hagrid asked.

"Malfoy," Harry replied.

Ron's POV

On the way back to the dorm

As we made our way back to school, I was busy stewing about my dragon egg. How had Hadgrid gotten his hands on it? And he called it Norbert, of all things. Obviously he couldn't tell it was a girl.

We were busy discussing the dragon. Loudly. Hermione was obviously too worried about the dragon to consider-

"Good evening."

In Professor McGonagall's Office

Ron's POV

"Nothing, I repeated, nothing, gives a student permission to walk about the school at night."

My fingers were crossed under the table. Expel him, please.

Things started off unpromisingly. First she only docked points.

Then they got better.

Hermione's POV

Detention

Outside the Forbidden Forest

Detention in the Forbidden Forest? Are you kidding? What kind of a learning institute is this? What kind of a school sends untrained eleven year olds into one of the most dangerous landscapes in Britain?

"Ron, Hermione, you're coming with me. Harry you'll go with Malfoy."

"Fine," Malfoy retorted, "then I get Fang."

"Fine, but just so you know, he's a bloody coward.

Despite my distaste of him, I couldn't help but feel bad for Malfoy. He's being sent out to find something powerful and dark enough to kill a unicorn, and all he has to defend himself is a 'bloody coward.'

But even worse, that's all Harry has.

And, just like that, we're separated.

Ron and I get into argument while we're on our own. Ron kept trying to bewitch animals to go after Harry, but I kept stopping him.

"What kind of pathetic agency is the Dark Moon Agency anyway, that you'd keep trying to kill innocents?" I hissed, clearing the enraging spell that Ron had cast on a giant spider.

Ron glared back at me. "What kind of a thoughtless agency is the Silver Star Agency, that you'd be willing to risk the lives of these people?" He hissed, hypnotizing a thestral.

Dodging the dark horse-like creature's hooves, I was able to disenchant it before it ran into the forest.

Ron stopped. "You know, I wouldn't kill anyone but Harry. If you would let me-"

"Well, it's my job to protect him."

"But people will die if you keep this up!"

I saw an angry glint in Ron's eye, and was just able to block myself from a full body bind he sent at me.

Protego, I thought, blocking the spell nonverbally.

"You would attack me?"

"Just stop you from blocking my attempts."

He shot again, and again.

I was able to block and dodge them.

We went back and forth, before a noise distracted both of us.

Turning, we saw a dark shape fly up.

In the distance, we heard Malfoy's shriek, and Fang's bark.

Lowering our fighting stances, we turned toward Hagrid, who was staring at us.

"Wh-wh-what the-"

Agreed on the first thing since we met, the two of us turned toward Hagrid, wands raised.

"Obliviate," we whispered simultaneously.

A second later Malfoy showed up, shrieking about a cloaked figure, who was drinking unicorn blood.

Eyes wide, I tore after Malfoy, who led the way to where Harry was.

Was Ron distracting me with his attack?

Did something slip past me?

Was Harry okay?

We arrived to find Harry talking to a centaur. The centaur seemed to be protecting him.

Well, it's a good thing he makes as many friends as enemies.

Ron's POV

Gryffindor Common Room

After Detention

Back at the common room, Harry fills us in on what happened.

Apparently, Voldemort was the black shape that tried to kill Harry in the forest.

Well great! Harry's second greatest enemy is alive and kicking apparently.

I see the terror concealed on Hermione's face as she tried to ease Harry's mind, but I could tell she was worried. Incredibly so.

That night I can't get any sleep.

My encounter with Hermione in the woods keeps replaying through my mind.

"You would attack me?"

"Just to stop you from blocking my attempts."

Why did she sound so shocked to hear that I would attack her?

And why did I make an effort to assure her it was only a disarming attack?

And why was it only a disarming attack?

Sorry this took me so long! I've been finding it hard to write lately. Hope you like this! Please review! Also, I was wondering, when I do the second movie, should I make it a different story, or just a different chapter?