Forbidden Love: (a Harry Potter love story.)

Chapter 17) Through the Trapdoor.

Back to Silvia's POV:

Exams were a nightmare. Like, seriously, a nightmare. The night before the exams had started Hermione was having a panic attack and doing a load of reversion, trying to pressure me to do the same. "Hermione, I don't sit in class six hours a day everyday for nothing to rub off on me, okay? Calm down."

It was swelteringly hot, especially in the large classroom where we did our written papers. They had given us special quills to use to, which had been bewitched with a bunch of Anti-cheating spells.

We had practical exams as well. Professor Flitwick called us in one by one to see if we could make a pineapple tap-dance across the desk, Professor McGonagall watched us turn a mouse into a snuffbox, points were given for pretty the snuffbox was and taken away if it still had whispered. Mine was a white colour with cute little patterns and designs around the edges, which McGonagall seemed extremely pleased with.

Snape made us all nervous, breathing down our necks as we made a forgetfulness potion. It was easy, I mean c'mon. Potions aren't that hard at all. I had been having a little trouble sleeping since the forest, which Lavender and Parvati waved off as exam nerves, but it wasn't.

Ron and Hermione didn't seem that worried about about the stone as Harry and I. Don't get me wrong, the idea of Voldemort certainly frightened them, but they were so busy with revision to fret about what Snape or anyone else might me up to.

Our very last exam was history of magic, which was so boring that I almost fell asleep during the exam. One full hour of answering questions about batty old wizards who'd invented self-stirring cauldrons and then we were all free. When Professor Binns had told everyone to put down their quills, I jumped up on my chair and cheered with the rest of the class.

"That was far easier than I expected. I needn't have learned about the 1637 Werewolf Code Of Conduct or the uprising of Elfric the Eager." Hermione always liked to go through exam paper afterwards, but before she could babble about the charms exam I put my hand over her mouth, shutting her up.

We joined the crowds flocking out onto the warm, sunny grounds and wondered down to the lake, flopping under a shaded tree. My feet were dipped in the water, instantly cooling me down from the sweltering heat.

"No more revision. You could look more cheerful Harry, we've got a week before we find out how badly we've done, there's no need to worry yet." Ron sighed happily, turning to Harry, who was rubbing his scar furiously.

"I wish I knew what it means! My scar keeps hurting - it's happened before, but never as often as this." Harry burst out angrily. "Go to Pomfrey?" I suggested, shrugging my shoulders and smiling when I felt the warm rays of sun beam down on my shoulders and face.

"I'm not I'll. I think it's a warning... it means dangers coming."

Ron couldn't get too worked up, and neither could I. It was way too hot. "Harry, relax. Hermione and Silvia are right. The stone's safe as long as Dumbledore's around. Anyway, we never had any proof Snape found out how to get past Fluffy. He nearly had his leg ripped off once, he's not going to try it again any time soon. And Neville will play Quidditch for England before Hagrid betrays Dumbledore." Ron explained.

I lounged back into the smooth grass, sighing as the sun beamed down on me. Harry suddenly jumped to his feet. "Watcha doin?" I asked sleepily, looking up at him to see a worried expression. "I've just thought of something. We've got to go and see Hagrid. Now."

"Why? Hermione asked as we all scrambled to our feet, following Harry in the direction of the gamekeepers hut. "Don't you think it's a bit odd, that Hagrid wanted nothing more than a dragon, and a stranger turns up and just happens to have an egg in his pocket? How many people wander around with dragon egg's in their pockets if it's against wizard law? Lucky they found Hagrid, don't you think? Why didn't I see it before?"