Hermione Granger and the Sorcerers Stone.

The forbidden third floor

We were still congratulating Harry on his success, we didn't realize what was happening, until Ron fell to his feet.
"What's happening?!" Harry shrieked loudly.
"It's the stairs! There moving" I replied. And they were. The portrait that lead to the common room spun away as we approached on something new. A dark corridor. Not the Gryffindor tower.
"What do we do?" Squeaked Ron, clasping onto the railing with a sick face.
No one answered. We all new what to do.
As soon as the stairs stopped, Ron sighed, Harry winced. I made some sense of the situation.
"Come on!" I moaned. We stalked up the flight of stairs and into the mysterious Hall we were about to explore.
The hall was bleak and gray. The dismal appearance made you feel depressed. You couldn't see much because the lights were off. Obviously no student was supposed to be there. Especially first years. And yet, here we are.
"Where are we?" Asked Ron. Then I knew.
"It's the forbidden third floor!" I squealed.
   Just then a hiss came from the other side of the corridor. A snarl followed. We three turned around to see bright scarlet eyes staring up at us.
   "Filch's cat!" Called Harry, and we all ran.
    Mr. Filch was the ugly caretaker at Hogwarts. His cat, Ms Norris, is just as hideous and a big tattle tell. She had black striped running down her spine, sharp teeth and claws, and bulging red eyes.
   Ms Norris dashed out of the corridor, looking for Filch. Soon we heard an old, creaky voice.
    "They in 'ear my love." Said a scratchy cockney voice. It was Filch. "Sniff 'um out." He commanded.
   We came upon a door. Harry banged the handle. Ron winced.
   "That's it! We're done for!" He wined.
   "Oh, move over." I demanded, pulling out my wand.
   I whispered quietly so Filch couldn't hear me. "Alohamora!" I chanted. A creaky noise sounded and the door began to open. I pushed the boys in and followed myself. Harry slammed the door behind me and Ron and I put our ears to the door.
   "Anyone in 'ere m' sweet?" Filch asked his cat. Then we heard footsteps walk away from the corridor.
   "Why is this door locked?" Questioned Ron.
   I corrected him. "It was locked." Reminding him of my spell.
   "And for a good reason." Gulped Harry. Ron and I turned around.
    We were staring at a giant, black three headed dog! Three heads, twelve feet, six eyes awaking from a disturbed nap.
   We all screamed. At the top of our lungs. We didn't care who heard us. Gryffindor points didn't matter. Filch didn't matter. The house cup didn't matter. As long as we got away from that tremendous dog! No! Tremendous isn't big enough. He was...well...wondermous! And I'm not one to be making up words. And not only that, the wondermous dog was waking up.
   It's evil green eyes gleamed down on us in fury. We shoved our way through the doors as the middle head aimed for my fluffy hair to hold me back. We managed are way out the door, pushing and shoving, locked it tight, and collapsed against it.

On the way back to Gryffindor tower, Ron kept blabbering annoyingly about...well, everything.
    "What is a three headed dog doing at a school? It almost killed me, it did! No wonder the third floor is forbidden!"
   I rolled my eyes at him. "You don't use your eyes." I pushed. Remembering something back in the third floor. "Didn't you see what it was standing on?"
   "I wasn't looking at it's feet!" Ron said defensively.
    I continued. "It was standing on a trap door. It wasn't there on accident. It's guarding something."
   "Guarding something?" Harry said.
   "That's right." I stoped at my dormitory. "Now, if you two don't mind, I'm going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea of getting us killed." I breathed, then added. "Or worse, expelled." I left them in thought.

   I washed my face with cold water. "Your dreaming" I whispered. "You'll wake up and be normal. A normal witch."
   I hope the boys didn't tell anybody about what we experienced. I don't worry about Harry much, but I hoped Ron would keep his big mouth shut. Did being friends with a celebrity really get this annoying bonus?
   I tried to sleep that night, but it was useless. I kept dreaming of that dreaded monster crawling into my bed, grabbing my hair with its terrible teeth, and dragging me away to its dark layer.