A Hogwarts Legend: The First Step [1] (Under Editing)

Chapter Thirty Eight

Chapter Thirty Eight- "I'm allergic to sunlight!"

To be honest, I don't know how I get through my exams when I half expect Voldemort to come bursting into the castle at any moment.

But the days creep by and Fluffy is still alive and well behind the locked door.

It is sweltering hot, especially in the large classroom where we do our written paper.

We have been given special, new quills for the exams, which has been bewitched with an Anti-Cheating spell.

Spoil sports :(

We have practical exams as well.

Professor Flitwick calls us one by one into his class to see if we can make a pineapple tap-dance across a desk.

Professor McGonagall watches us turn a mouse into a snuff-box - points are given for how pretty the snuff-box is, but taken away if it has whiskers.

Snape makes us all nervous, breathing down our necks while we try to remember how to make a Forgetfulness Potion.

Oh the irony!

I do the best I can, considering my arm keeps throbbing.

Blah.....

At least my nightmares have stopped.

For some reason, Harry seems to be more worried about the Stone then the rest of us put together.

I'm sorry if we are trying not to fail our exams......

Our very last exam is History of Magic. One hour of answering questions about batty old wizards who've invented self-stirring cauldrons and then we are free!

It's actually quite easy, probably because I've read the textbook over a hundred times........

When Professor Binns tells us to put down our quills and roll up our parchment, I cheer along with the rest of the class.

"That's was far easier than I thought it would be," Elinor says as we head out into the sunny grounds.

"I know," Maya and I agree.

"Same," Hermione says. "I needn't have learnt about the 1637 Werewolf Code of Conduct or the uprising of Elfric the Eager."

The boys stare at us in disbelief.

I'm guessing they didn't find it that easy.......

We wander down to the lake and flop under a tree.

Maya lays down and I begin to throw grass on her.

"No more revision," Ron sighs happily, stretching out on the grass.

"I wish I knew what this means!" Harry bursts out angrily, rubbing his forehead. "My scar keeps hurting - it's happened before, but never as often as this.

"Go to Madam Pomfrey," Hermione suggests.

"Cut your head off that will stop the pain," Maya says.

"Then he'll be dead, idiot," I say.

"But he won't be in pain!"

"I'm not ill," Harry says. "I think it's a warning ... it means dangers coming ..."

What an over dramatic little bitch.

"Harry, relax," Elinor says. "Hermione's right, the Stone's safe as long as Dumbledore's around. Anyway, we've never had any proof Snape found out how to get past Fluffy. He nearly had his leg ripped off once, he's not going to try it again in a hurry. And Neville will play Quidditch for England before Hagrid lets Dumbledore down."