Authors Note: I DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT own any of the Harry Potter characters, names, places, things, etc. All of this belongs to the ever legendary J.K Rowling.

Hello! Here's a little chapter I decided to add into the story, a little Hope/George action. Kinda, nothing really happens per say. Hope you like it, I'm still iffy on this one and its rather short... Anyway, 2-3 more chapters to be expected for year 1!

I'm giving a big shout-out to overlorded for helping me find out and sort through all the potential titles for this story since Hope Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone seemed a bit over-used. Anyway, thanks again!

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That morning at breakfast Hermione had to drag me out of bed, stating that even though it was a weekend, I still had to get up at a decent hour. I stomped my feet alongside Hermione, who by the time we were outside the Great Hall was annoyed and looked like she was going to curse me. But in my defense I didn't sleep a wink last night, I was surprised she could. All night long the hooded man with silver blood dripping down his chin haunted my dreams.

I sat down beside Ron, watching as he stuffed hash browns into his mouth. I placed my elbows on the table, stifling a yawn. "Ron, buddy, slow down. I think you forgot to breathe."

Ron glared at me and swallowed his food. "I did remember to breathe, thank you."

I shook my head as he began to stuff more food into his mouth, which was far more fascinating then the glare Hermione was currently sending in my direction. "Hope," she said sternly. "I know you didn't get any sleep last night. Was it about- last night?"

I nodded. "I'm surprised you slept."

Hermione gave a shrug. "I woke up a few times."

"Yeah." I muttered, leaning across the table for a stack of pancakes. I quickly located the syrup and continued to dump half of it onto my plate, humming in agreement as I poured a content amount.

Hermione sniffed distastefully. "Hope, that's gross."

"Whatever you say 'Mione." I replied around a mouthful of food.

She took a bite of some type of fruit. Pineapple? Mango? Something. "You drowned your pancakes in syrup."

"Only way to eat them." A third year Puff yelled at us cheekily, continuing on his way to his own table.

"Thank you Cedric!" I yelled after him with a laugh.

He turned around and grinned. "No problem!"

I looked at Hermione triumphantly. "Ha, handsome man agreed with me."

Hermione rolled her eyes with a snort. "You're so weird."

"What?!" I protested. "He's cute, admit it."

"Fine, I admit he is... sorta cute." I huffed at her. "But come on, I'm done, lets go down to the library."

My eyes widened considerably. "Nooooo! We just got here!"

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I quickly signed my name at the end of my essay, setting it aside to dry. I fingered my hair, twirling it between my fingers in a bored daze.

Hermione cursed from across the table, taping her essay with her wand and making a blot of ink disappear. She snatched her Potions book and began to flip through its contents.

I flipped my History of Magic textbook open, flipping to the appropriate page and began to write. I heard a sigh of relief, a chair beside me was pulled out and Ron plopped down into it, throwing his bag atop the table. "I was looking for you two everywhere."

"As were we." A male voice said a beat after. Harry, Theodore and Daphne came into view and sat down.

"You two aren't at our normal table." Theodore observed.

"That chick over there took it." I jabbed my quill in the direction of the Ravenclaw that had 'taken' our table, books littered around her.

Theodore hummed, propping his legs up on the table only to set them back down on the ground, giving the growling Hermione an innocent look.

Daphne gently set her Transfiguration book on the table, glancing at the girl. Penelope Clearwater I think her name was. She cleared her throat. "So, about last night-"

"It was a bloody nightmare if that's what you'd like to hear." Ron muttered into his Potions book grumpily.

I nodded my consent, still browsing through the dull text for a specific date.

Harry stared at us. "Is that all you have to say or are you going to leave us all hanging?"

"I mean nothing really happened." I shrugged, ignoring the vexed huffs from Hermione and Ron. "The only major thing was the creepy black hooded figure who slayed two unicorns and drank their blood and then tried to attach me only to have a centaur save me just in time and then tell me that he hopes the planets, especially the particularly bright Mars, were wrong and Voldy really wasn't coming back to get the Elixir of Life."

Ron grinned at me. "Who forgot to breathe this time?"

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever Ronnie."

He frowned at the nickname, but otherwise let it slide, preferring to looked at the bewildered and perplexed Slytherins.

Harry's nose scrunched up in confusion. "Wait, what?"

I simply nodded, waving a hand. "Like I said, nothing happened."

"Hope." Daphne looked at me expectedly.

I frowned, slowly closing my History of Magic textbook. I sucked in my lower lip and let it back out with a small pop, and began to explain that night. Finally, when I had finished, I looked at everyone silently, taking in their shocked expressions.

"Wait, so, You-Know-Who is trying to gain back power?" Theodore asked quietly, for once using an inside voice.

Us Gryffindors nodded solemnly.

Harry was frowning, his face scrunched up. "So the centaur, what's his name, Fir-Firen-"

"Firenze."

"Yes, him. So he told you about Voldemort. How do we know he's not lying."

The others looked at me, interested in the question themselves.

I shrugged. "If you would have seen that thing, you'd believe him too."

"What did he look like exactly?" Daphne asked, looking at me while she chewed the inside of her check.

I shrugged again. "I dunno, honestly. He had to crawl, so something was wrong with it and it was desperate enough to slay a unicorn and drink its blood. So he's practically cursed. I couldn't see his face or anything, due to the cloak and all."

"Drinking the blood to stay alive, even for a few days, like Firenze said, would be the only logical reason for actually drinking the blood. Whoever it is isn't afraid of being cursed, with the Elixir of Life, he would be guaranteed immortality." Hermione spoke up. "This person really has nothing to lose and everything to gain, especially Voldemort. He's been waiting for his chance, and here it would be. But, with Dumbledore here, he can't do anything personally, add his poor health and that he would need to enlist someone to help him."

"Snape." Ron clarified. "Dumbledore trusts Snape, so it's the perfect cover, huh?"

I tilted my head, contemplating. "Unless he's on Dumbledore's side and he pretending to help Voldy."

Ron's eyebrows furrowed. "I mean I guess... but Snape's all dark and evil... and greasy."

I lifted a shoulder up and down, pressing my fist into my cheek. "Maybe its all a front?"

During Ron and I's conversation, however, Hermione and the Slytherins had gone onto more pressing matters. Voldemort.

"But what does this all mean?" Daphne's voice was slightly put out. "How is Snape even going to get the stone with Dumbledore here?"

Hermione glanced at us, frowning. "If Dumbledore trusts Snape then that gets Dumbledore out of the way, but if You-Know-Who ("Voldemort.")- hush Hope- gets the Stone, then he'll be coming back...for good."

"Well then we've got to stop him." Harry said determinedly.

"But how? We're only first years least you forget." Daphne looked at the black-haired boy.

Harry shrugged, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know... maybe we should tell Dumbledore... Wait, before you start interrupting me, maybe Dumbledore would listen to us."

"Doubt it." I sang, finally tuning in to their conversation completely.

Harry glared at me. "Yeah? How so?"

I returned the glare, emerald meeting emerald. "Well, for one, there's something you can't trust about the man, sure, he was a Gryffindor, but he's got some prominent Slytherin qualities-"

"So what are you saying?" He shot back. "That all Slytherins are bad?"

I huffed. "'Course not! If I thought all Slytherins were destined to be bad I wouldn't be hanging out with you guys now would I?! Besides, I'm allowed to be iffy around Dumbledore, there's just something fishy about that man. I swear, he's off and that damned twinkle in his eyes doesn't help."

Harry's eyes narrowed. "I'm confused, what's your thing with Dumbledore?"

I made a face. "Don't call it a thing, that makes it sound inappropriate. But I just don't like him, I've never been on board on telling Dumbledore about this and I'm still standing by that, also, we do still have no way as to how we would tell him we know everything. We'd get Hagrid into trouble too." I propped myself up on my elbows.

"Fine..." Harry leant back against his chair and I narrowed my eyes at him. "What?"

"Nothing." I muttered, still evaluating his posture and our conversation. Maybe it was the whole 'All Slytherins are evil' thing, I mean, not all Slytherins are bad, just like not all Gryffindors are good, not all Ravenclaws were smart and not all Hufflepuffs were loyal. It was just the way things were.

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The weather had turned away from the cold and was now blistering hot. The exams had just finished and we all sat beneath the shade of a large tree outside. Hermione smiled happily. "That was far easier than I thought it would be. I needn't have learned about the 1637 Werewolf Code of Conduct or the uprising of Elfric the Eager."

Daphne hummed, leaning against the tree's trunk and basking in the sunlight. "It was rather easy, I was surprised."

I traded a glance with Ron.

The exams weren't hard, but they weren't easy either. In Charms we had to make a pineapple tap-dance across the table, in Transfiguration we had to transform a mouse into a snuffbox, points added for its prettiness and points docked if it still had whiskers. Snape breathed down out necks as we tried to make a Forgetfulness potion and Binns had us answer multiple questions about various witches and wizards who'd invented self-stirring cauldrons. It was completely nerve-racking, and the blistering weather did nothing to damped the mood.

I glanced up, smiling when I noticed the twins and Lee who were tickling the giant squid, who of which was basking in the shallow end of the lake. George, at least I'm pretty sure it was George, they look really alike all the way over there, waved at me and I couldn't help but wave back. I shifted a little bit away from Ron, pushing his elbow out of the way as he lied down beneath the tree's shadow. I watched Harry in concern as he rubbed his forehead with a look of pain etched upon his face.

"Hey, you ok Harry?" I tapped his arm to get his attention.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, thanks Hope." He smiled at me, holding a hand up above his head in an effort to shield the sun from blinding him.

I raised an eyebrow. "You sure? Is it your scar?" He blinked at me. "What? Daphne told me."

Harry glared at the girl in question, but sighed in defeat. "I just wish I knew what it meant! My scar keeps hurting- its happened before, but never as often as this."

I nodded. "Why don't you go see Madam Pomfrey?"

"I'm not ill," he insisted. "I think its a warning... it means danger is coming."

"Oh..." I subconsciously rubbed my wrist. "well-"

"Hey Hope!" A voice shouted, cutting me off.

I looked up and smiled. "Oh, hello George."

Hermione and Daphne both peeled open an eye, trading matching smiles before they closed their eyes again.

George grinned down at me, extending a hand. "Come on Red."

I grasped his hand and pulled myself up, adjusting my clothes. "Where we goin'?"

"To the lake." George tugged on my arm playfully. "Where else?"

I shrugged aimlessly. "I dunno..."

Hermione waved me away lazily when I glanced back at her. I cracked a smile, following closely behind George as he dragged me towards the lake.

Fred looked up. "Glad to see George finally manned up and brought you over here."

I laughed softly, peeking a glance at George before looking back towards Fred. "Ah, well, it was bound to happen sometime."

"I guess." Fred allowed.

"Besides, I see you haven't invited Angelina over, so you've got no room to talk." I grinned cheekily at Fred, winking at the boy as his cheeks tinged pink.

Lee snickered, watching us in amusement, slapping the giant squid's tentacle away as he tried to snag the dark-haired boy's arm. The giant squid slapped the water childishly, spraying us all with water. I squealed, ducking behind George as the squid raised his tentacle to shower us in another wave of murky, lake water. George laughed, spinning around sharply so the water wouldn't hit his face, his nose inches away from mine. We stared at each other with wide eyes as we were doused in water, I sucked in a sharp breath, but George- cheeks tinged pink- quickly turned away.

I coughed nervously, feeling a massive blush make an appearance, eyes owlishly wide. Fred suddenly snorted, taking a large step into the lake towards the giant squid. He shook his foot about as he walked, shaking mud from it and casting a hand into the water. He snatched an arm from the water, pulling Lee up from the water and patting his back harshly as Lee coughed up water. George made a noise in the back of his throat, stepping into the water and dishing around silently in search of Lee's wand.

Fred looked up at me. "Come on, Hope. Help us out."

With a well placed step into the lake I slowly made it towards the three, my feet sinking and squishing awkwardly in the mud. Fred grinned at me mischievously. "Its a shame you're the only one dry, huh, Hope?"

My head snapped up in confusion and I frowned. "Wait, wha-"

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"When do you think they'll realize they like each other?" Daphne asked, watching as George turned inwards towards Hope, they two of them getting soaked by a spray of water.

"What do you mean?" Theodore finally spoke, lifting his hand that had been lying limply atop his eyes.

Daphne raised an eyebrow, unimpressed with the boys attentive skills. "Hope and George. They obviously like each other."

Harry frowned. "How can you tell?"

Hermione lifted herself up, elbows planted into the grass to help keep her up. "Well they were just an inch apart and now they're blushing like mad."

The three boys looked over and watched as Hope blushed a furious shade of red, George spinning around to help his fallen friend in a vain attempt to hide his own blush. Ron tilted his head. "Huh..."

"You guys seriously didn't notice?" Hermione inquired after a moment, a smile appearing on her face as Hope instinctively braced herself for impact, squealing loudly as Fred tackled her.

"Obviously not." Theodore said as if it were common sense and she should have known better.

Harry considered the new information quietly, pursing his lips as he mused. "But how does that mean they like each other?"

Theodore glanced up to look at the girls briefly, crinkling his forehead.

Daphne and Hermione traded a look and they both rolled their eyes. "Boys."