𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℌ𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔚𝔢'𝔯𝔢 𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔱 (ℌ𝔓 𝔛 𝔐𝔞𝔩𝔢 𝔒ℭ)

Way Down We Go

Daphne's POV

Examination day, a day where all the first-years' hard work throughout the year is tested upon hours of testing in hot, sweltering classrooms.

When the day came, so did the typical nervous attitude from most students as well as the anxiety of feeling like they didn't study enough or even at all.

Despite my efforts to put it aside, Jake and Harry's encounter with Voldemort kept coming back to the forefront of my mind. The fact that Jake, my closest friend since coming to Hogwarts, had an encounter with the most powerful dark wizard since Grindelwald and came back alive was still shocking and frightening to me every time I think about it.

Much like Hermione told us, we were given anti-cheating quills for the exams. One couldn't help but wonder if Ron would have actually cheated off of us, but I guess we'll never know. The exams were a mix of both practical and written assessments. In Charms, we had to make a pineapple dance. In Transfiguration, we had to transfigure a mouse into a snuffbox. In Potions, we had to make a forgetfulness potion. The last exam we had was History of Magic, which was one hour of a written exam. It was history in all of the Wizarding World. Once we finished our exams, many of us cheered that we had made it through our first Hogwarts exams. I smiled in relief, feeling that I did well given the circumstances.

Hermione: That was easier than I thought. I needn't have learned about the 1637 Werewolf Code or the uprising of Elfric the Eager.

Ron: Can you three shut up about the exams?! It makes me ill to know that I didn't get my answers right.

Daphne: Say less. (turns to Jake) Hey, Jake, how well do you think you think in Potions?

Ron: I said don't!

Daphne: Wasn't talking to you, you knucklehead.

Jake: Not too bad, I think. I mean, Snape didn't say a word, so I'd take that as a win.

Daphne: As you should. Snape only calls out people's mistakes unless they're a Slytherin.

When we made it down to the Black Lake, we found Fred, George, and Lee Jordan trying to tickle the squid's tentacles while we laid down by the trees.

Ron and Harry sat by one tree while stretching their legs out happily. Me and Jake sat down by another tree next to each other Hermione sat cross-legged in between us and the other boys. She pulled a book out and she sat reading out of the book.

Ron: No more studying! (turns to Harry) You should look more cheerful Harry, we've got a week to find out how badly we have done, there's no need to worry yet.

Harry started rubbing his forehead.

Harry: I wish I knew what this means! My scar is hurting—it's happened before, but never as often as this.

Jake: If it's that bad, maybe you should go to Madam Pomfrey.

Harry: I'm not ill. I think it's a warning...it means danger is coming.

Ron: Harry, relax. Hermione's right, the Stone's safe as long as Dumbledore's around. Ron said. We don't even have any proof Snape found out how to get past Fluffy. He nearly had his leg ripped off once, he's not going to do it again in a hurry.

Harry kept trying to explain the feeling he was having until he started running to Hagrid's.

Harry: I've just thought of something. We have to go see Hagrid, now!

Daphne: What? Why?

Harry: Don't you think it's a bit odd? That what Hagrid wanted more than anything else was a dragon, and a stranger who just so happens to have one turns up? How many people wander around with dragon eggs in their pockets? Why didn't I see it before?