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"Isn't there a heat charm?"

It was now Friday, almost a week after the Quidditch match. Harry had apologized a day later, so we're back on good terms.

"What did you have to tell me?" I asked him as we walked towards the Great Lake. It was quite chilly outside, since it was November. After school I'd changed into a pair of grey sweatpants and a matching top.

"It was Snape who cursed our brooms. Hermione and Ron saw him. He was muttering something and wouldn't take his eyes away from us!"

I sighed and started fidgeting with the ring around my finger. A throbbing headache had decided to sneak up on me. Messing with it always seemed to bring an odd comfort amongst my soul.

"Ava, are you okay? What happened?" Harry turned towards me and stopped walking. He furrowed his brows, picked up my hand, and inspected the ring on my finger. "So you're actually wearing it?"

My headache had begun subsiding so I was able to focus more on my words. "I see no reason not to," I said. "I think it's quite pretty."

He nodded, but seemed suspicious. "Yes yes, but I don't know if we can trust items we know sweet fanny Adam's about, especially when they—affect us the way the ring affected you..."

I shrugged him off. I really didn't care. It's not like the ring was evil... Plus, we had more concerning subjects on hand—like Quirrell cursing our brooms!

"As I was saying," he continues, "Ron and Hermione and I went to talk with Hagrid about Fluffy—,"

"Who's Fluffy?"

"The three headed dog."

I choked on the air. "Wait— he owns that thing? And he gave it a name; a cute one at that?"

Harry nodded, chuckling. "Er—yeah, I guess it is quite odd... anyway, that night we took down the troll, Snape tried getting past him."

"What? How do you know that?"

"After Quirrell fainted, he snuck out the back. When he found us in the girls lavatory, he was limping and had a huge scratch on his leg."

I sighed, still not convinced that Snape was evil. "Ava, you have to trust me! The dog is guarding something, and whatever he's guarding, I'll bet you anything Snape's trying to steal it!"

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The next few weeks went by extremely slowly. By the time December came around, we had piles of work. And to make matters worse, we still couldn't figure out what Fluffy (the three head dog) was guarding. Leah, Hermione, and I had bunked in the library, despite my hate of reading. We spent hours skimming through books, for any clues, but found nothing.

We had only one lead. Whatever was hidden, was between Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel. Hagrid had let some information slip. Still, it didn't prove much assistance. Even with Hermione, we couldn't unravel this growing mystery. Merlin, it's like this man didn't exist!

It was currently Thursday afternoon and I was sitting in Potions, zoned out per usual. This time, while I gazed at the stone walls surrounding the classroom, I was blossoming excused of why I should stay at Hogwarts with Harry.