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20| Frantic Last Day

''𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙚𝙘𝙝, 𝙍𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙠𝙞𝙣'𝙨.''

Tʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ Tʀᴀᴘᴅᴏᴏʀ 

𝗧𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. Harry, Hermione, Ron and I would be going through the trapdoor tonight, in search of the Philosopher's Stone, and to keep whoever from stealing it. They still think it's Snape, but Hagrid specifically said that it wasn't Snape, because he's protecting the Stone. Yet, they still don't listen sometimes.

''Y/n, are you awake?'' I heard Hermione whisper from beside me. I was resting with my back faced towards her, looking out the window in the tower. The moon was full tonight, and the sight out the window was a perfect view of the forest and Black Lake, which the moon reflected off of it. 

''Yeah. Is it time?'' I whispered back, sitting up on my elbows. She nodded, throwing her blanket off her and hopping from bed. I followed her actions, grabbing a crimson red hoodie before leaving the room with her. Thankfully, the other girls had awoken, otherwise it would've been a huge conflict. 

Downstairs, we had met up with Harry and Ron, who were shoving each other out of the way to make it down the stairs first. Hermione was becoming impatient, putting her hands in her hips as she waited for them both to quit shoving each other. I thought it was a little funny, and even funnier when Ron had fell down the stairs because he missed a step to push Harry. 

I pull Ron up to his feet while Hermione gestures us to follow her to the Common Room door, only, we stopped when we heard the croaking of a toad. 

''Trevor.'' Harry whispered. 

''Trevor. Shh! Go, you shouldn't be here.'' Ron tried shooing the road away, only for the toad to stare at him and stay in it's spot. If Trevor was down here then that means. . .

''Neither should you.'' Neville pops up from behind the chair. He gets up and stands in-front of us. ''You're sneaking out again, aren't you?''

''Now, Neville, listen. We were-'' Harry tried, but Neville cut him off. 

''No! I won't let you! You'll get Gryffindor in trouble again! I- I'll fight you!'' Neville holds up his fists shakily. 

''Neville, please.'' I pleaded, looking towards the boy. He gave me a sorry look, which was quite adorable. 

''Neville, I'm really, really sorry about this. . .'' Hermione holds up her wand, pointing it towards Neville. ''Petrificus Totalus.'' She casts the spell, making Neville freeze and fall to the ground. I gasped and ran over to the boy, making sure he hadn't been hurt. 

''You're a little scary sometimes. . .you know that? Brilliant, but scary.'' Ron comments, gulping. 

''Thank Merlin, Hermione. He isn't hurt.'' I exhaled, thankful that Neville was perfectly fine. Well, almost. He was frozen at the moment.