YEAR 1 - THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE

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"Oh my God, we're going to die." The boy said in despair

Y/n was scared too, but she knew what to do, perks of reading everything at every time.

"Just relax." She said

"Relax! We're going to die!" Harry screamed

The girl rolled her eyes

"Trust me and relax." She said again

Y/n and Hermione were freed from the Devil's snare, leaving the other two behind.

"Y/N! HERMIONE!" They screamed thinking that their friends were dead.

"Just relax." Hermione repeated

Harry seemed to finally understand what they meant so, slowly, he starts to relax too.

He also was released from it.

"HARRY!" Ron screamed

Y/n turned to the others.

"He is not going to relax, is he?" She asked and they shook their heads

Hermione took out her wand and pointed at the Devil's snare.

"Lumos"

Finally, Ron is able to join his friends.

"You're so dramatic." Y/n said

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I-....."

"Can you two stop!" Hermione interrupted Ron's answer towards Y/n.

Both quickly shut up.

The students from Hogwarts continued their walk through the dark corridor. Y/n was glad that she had her friends by her side, otherwise she doesn't know if she would be able to make it.

"What is this?" asked Hermione

They came across...Flying Keys?!

"How will we pass this?" Y/n asked

Harry was quiet while observing everything. He seemed to be thinking.

"Do you guys see that door?" The others nodded while looking at the door he was pointing at "One of the keys opens the door."

"But how will we find the right key?" Y/n asked

Harry looked up

"There! I saw it." He said and went to the broom that was in the middle of the room

"Good luck Harry." Hermione said and he nodded

They watched as Harry start chasing the keys. It was a very difficult task since every other key was after him.

He finally was able to get a hold on the right key. The others quickly went to the door waiting for him.

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