Everlasting (H.P x fem.reader) YEARS 1-4

Year One: Chapter Ten

Harry's POV

Quirell, however, must've been braver than we thought.

In the weeks that followed he did seem to be getting paler and thinner, but it didn't look as though he'd crack yet. Every time we passed the third-floor corridor, Y/n, Ron, Hermione, and I would press our ears to the door to check that Fluffy was still growling inside. Snape was sweeping about in his usual bad temper, which surely meant that the Stone was safe.

Whenever I passed Quirell these days I gave him an encouraging sort of smile, and Ron had started telling people off for laughing at Quirell's stutter.

Y/n made sure to ask how he was doing occasionally.

Hermione, however, had more on her mind than the Sorcerer's Stone. She had started drawing up study schedules and color-coding her notes. Ron, Y/n, and I wouldn't have minded, but she kept nagging us to do the same.

"Hermione, the exams are ages away."

"Ten weeks," Hermione snapped. "That's not ages, that's like a second to Nicholas Flamel."

"But we're not Nicholas Flamel, we're young" Y/n said.

"What are you studying, anyways, you already know it all." Ron stated.

"What am I studying? Are you crazy? You realize we need to pass these exams to get into second year? They're really important, I should have started studying a month ago, I don't know what's gotten into me......"

Unfortunately, the teachers began thinking along the same lines as Hermione.

They piled so much homework on us that the Easter holidays weren't nearly as enjoyable as the Christmas ones. It was hard to relax with Hermione next to you reciting the twelve uses of dragon's blood or practicing wand movements.

Moaning and yawning, Ron, Y/n, and I spent most of our free time in the library with her, trying to get through all our extra work.

"I'll never remember this," Ron burst out one afternoon, throwing down his quill and looking longingly out of the library window.

It was the first really fine day we'd had in months. The sky was a clear, forget-me-not blue, and there was a feeling in the air of summer coming. Y/n, it seemed, avoided looking out the window.

I was looking up "Dittany" in One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, and didn't look up until I heard Ron say, "Hagrid! What are you doing in the library?"

Hagrid shuffled into view, holding something behind his back. He looked very out of place in his moleskin overcoat.

"Jus' lookin'," He said, in a shifty voice that got our interest at once. "An' what're you lot up ter?"

He looked suddenly suspicious.

"Yer not still lookin' fer Nicholas Flamel, are the?"

"Oh, we found out who he is ages ago," said Ron impressively. "And and know what the dog's guarding, it's a Sorcerer's St—"

"Shhhh!"

Hagrid looked around quickly to see if anyone was listening.

"Don' go shoutin' about it, what's the matter with yeh?"

"There are a few things we wanted to ask, for a matter of fact," said Y/n, looking overjoyed at the thought of getting away from work. "about what's guarding the Stone, apart from Fluffy —"

"SHHHH!" said Hagrid again. "Listen — come an' see me later, I'm not promisin' I'll tell yeh anythin', mine, but don' go rabbitin' about it in here, students aren' s'pposed to know. They'll think I've told yeh—"