𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔. - golden trio era au

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This chapter is unedited cause I'm currently at a dnd campaign and forgot to schedule a chapter

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In the coming weeks, the little group of four kept a close eye on Quirrell. Harry and Ron, who believed he was the only thing standing between Snape and the Stone, kept sending him encouraging smiles and telling off anyone who laughed at his stutter. Dawn, however, kept shooting him suspicious glances whenever his back was turned. Even then, she still felt like she was being watched.

She hadn't brought the issue up with Snape. He had told her to drop the topic so she was going to drop the topic. It's not like he could read her mind to figure out if she was still thinking about it. Of course, he could always do so to her friends but in lessons, when he was telling them off for no reason, she would bring his attention to her just to break his concentration.

Hermione had finally stopped caring about the Stone or Quirrell at all. She had began drawing up revision timetables and colour coding all her notes. This would be fine if she wasn't hounding them at every possible moment to do the same.

"Hermione, the exams are ages away," said Ron one afternoon when she had once again pulled out flashcards and began quizzing them.

"Ten weeks," Hermione snapped, slamming her notes on Uric the Oddball. "That's not ages away!"

"Ten weeks is an entire term, Hermione," said Dawn, reclined on a plush armchair and conjuring bubbles from her wand.

"Ten weeks is like a second to Nicolas Flamel!"

"But we're not six hundred years old," Ron reminded her. "Anyway, what are you revising for, you already know it all."

"What am I revising for? Are you mad? You realise we need to pass these exams to get into the second year? They're very important, I should have started a month ago. I don't know what's gotten into me . . ." Hermione looked like the mad one at this point, with her hair frizzier than ever and a crazed look in her eye.

"'Mione, I'd understand if this was O.W.L.s," said Dawn apprehensively. "But this is first year. There's no way these exams are going to be hard."

The teachers, however, were along the same line of thinking as Hermione. They piled so much homework on them that they barely had any free time. Dawn even received a lecture from Snape in their Occlumency lesson about how she must not slack off. It was also rather hard to relax when you had Hermione practising wand movements right next to you and nearly poking your eye out.

"I'll never remember this," Ron burst out one afternoon when Hermione had once again dragged them off to the library. It felt strange to be in there without looking for Nicolas Flamel. He looked longingly out the window where the sky was a rather brilliant shade of blue. They were all too busy studying to pay attention to anything else until Ron suddenly went, "Hagrid! What are you doing in the library?" and they all looked up.

Hagrid sidled out from behind a bookshelf, looking incredibly shifty and holding something behind his back. Dawn immediately squinted suspiciously at him. "Jus' lookin'." he said in that shifty voice that had all of them closing their books and giving him their full attention. "An' what're you lot up ter? Yer not still lookin' fer Nicolas Flamel, are yeh?"

"Just homework," said Dawn.

"And we found out who he is ages ago," said Ron nonchalantly. "And we know what that dog's guarding, it's a Philosopher's St-"