Chapter 8- The Stone

I AM SOOO SORRY! It took me way to long to update. I had a technoligy issue that is way too complicated to exlplain and took way too long to fix. Again, SUPER sorry. Enjoy the new chapter!

As Hermione was running away Harry finally found the courage to say something to Ron and Neville. They deserved it. after Hermione pushed through them they just chuckled. They felt no remorse seeing as the poor unpopular girl couldn't possibley have feelings. They do make fun of her and laugh at her all day without end but that couldn't possibley mean that she felt targeted or hurt. Why would she? It had to stop so Harry decided to walk right up to Neville and give im a big fat peice of his mind.

"Hey Neville!" He called out. Neville turned around with a scornful look in his eyes and scoffed.

"Looks like the gum stuck at the bottom of my shoe wants to hop right back in my mouth. Too bad I can't just scrape it off." Neville smirked and like a clone so did Ron.

"You know you really hurt Hermione's feelings back there." Harry said trying to get the topic off him since a crowd was forming." He did need more people laughing at him.

"So?" Neville said. Harry didn't think that Neville was understanting but he at least thought the Neville was sympethetic.

"So how would you feel if I made fun of you and made it so you had no friends just because you were smart and trying top help your classmates with their spells."

"I don't really think about it. PLus my friend Ron here never asked for her help." Ron practically jumped for joy when Neville called him a friend even though everyone doubts how long that'll last. The lates rumor is that Neville is going to drop Ron like a sack of potatoes and trade him in for Dean Thomas.

"You may not have asked for her help but you needed it. Whatever you are trying to say you know that Hermione was right about that spell." At this point in the conversation Harry was getting nervous and worried. He didn't need Neville hating him anymore than he already does.

"Well we may have needed her help but we sure don't need yours so why don't you get lost."

Then for the fist time yet Ron chimed in like a reflection Neville and said, "Yeah get lost!"

It seemed like Hrry had no other option but to leave so he left. Silently, he turned around put his head down and walked away. As he was walking he could hear the crowd he left behind, chanting, "The Chosen One wins again!" Over andover until he couldn't bear it anymore. He covered his ears and ran to the Gryffindor common room. Once he arrived he was surprised to find Hermione sitting alone by the fire.

"Hey Hermione." He said. He could tell that he startled her when she practicallly jumped out of her chair and wiped her eyes.

"Oh, Hey Harry. No one's here. I guess ther's some big thing going on outside so I figured I could come down and sit by the fire or something. You can join me if you want." Taking her invitation Harry walked over to the fire, sat down, and warmed his hands even though they weren't cold.

"I'm really sorry about that Hermione."

"It's not your fault. I think that the fame of being the chosen one just got to Neville's head. He thinks that he's better than everyone but he's not. I guess it would be hard to not think your the best when you constantly have people following you around practically worshiping you. Not to mention his minion, Ron. It's disgusting."

"Yeah it is. I just wanted to tell you that the reason no one is here is because after you ran away I yelled at Neville. Eventually I walked away but I heard everyone chanting his name so they're all probably about to run in here with him on their shoulders cheering and yelling to their hearts content."

"Thanks Harry. But seeing as there is most likey about to be a party in honor of our bully I think that this is the perfect time for me to take you to the library and show you what I was talking about earlier."

"I'm in." Harry and Hermione stood up and right as they were walking out the door the party was walking in. Luckily the crowd provided coverage so that no one could see them slip away. They throughout the halls of Hogwarts until they reached the library, where Hermione showed Harry to a table and grabbed a massive book.

"I grabbed this for a little light reading-

"This is light?" Harry interupted.

"Anyway I found this," She flipped to a page and read out loud wat was written.

"Nicholas Flamel was the creator and last known owner of the Scorceres Stone."

"The Sorcers Stone?"

"Can't you see! That's what under the trapdoor! That's what Fluffy is gaurding!"

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