CHAPTER SEVEN ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "Don't get yourself killed, y/n."
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─── Y/N POV ───
Over the next few months, Harry was sure he had pieced it all together. Snape's suspicious behavior during the Quidditch match, his injured leg after Halloween, and his constant presence near them. He was convinced Snape had been trying to get the Sorcerer's Stone since the night of the troll. With Dumbledore conveniently away in London, Harry was certain Snape was behind this, and they had to stop him before it was too late.
As we crept out of the Gryffindor common room, we froze at the faint sound of a croak.
"Trevor," I muttered.
"Trevor! Shh! Go on, get out of here!" Ron whispered, waving his hands at the frog.
"Ron, he's a frog." I spoke to the boy, shaking my head. "He can't understand you."
"Whatever," Ron replied, looking around. "If Trevor is here, that must mean..."
As if expected, Neville Longbottom suddenly appeared in the hallway, walking over to us.
"Neville, what are you doing up this late?" I asked the boy, shaking my head. "You shouldn't be here."
"Neither should you," Neville said, crossing his arms. "You're sneaking out again, aren't you?"
"Now, Neville, listen," Harry began, holding up his hands in a calming gesture.
"No! I won't let you! You'll get Gryffindor in trouble again! I-I'll fight you." Neville said and held out his fists.
Oh this poor innocent boy.
"Hermione?" I asked the girl beside me. "Do you know any spells that can...you know..."
Hermione sighed but caught on immediately. "Neville, I'm really, really sorry about this," she said softly, pulling out her wand.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Neville froze and fell backwards onto the ground. Sighing, Hermione put her wand back into the side pocket of her robe.
"You're a little scary sometimes, Hermione," Ron said, shaking his head. "Awesome, but scary."
Hermione smirked. "I'll take that as a compliment. Now let's move. If Filch finds us here, we're done for."
As we passed the boy laying on the floor, I send him a sympathetic look, "Sorry, Neville."
"It's for your own good, you know." Ron said.
"To make sure we don't get caught again, we should use this," said Harry, pulling out the Cloak of Invisibility. "Come on, everyone get under."
