In mid-December, I woke up to find that the whole Hogwarts ground was covered in snow. It feels like Christmas already! The only problem is that it's so cold! I'm grateful the Gryffindor common room has warm fires. The corridors are still freezing, but Snape's classroom in the dungeons is the worst of the whole school.
Homework has started to pile up — since all the teachers want to give us a bunch of work before the holidays, for some reason. Snape finally stopped being so nice to me and actually insulted the potion I brewed on the last day before the break began. I'm pretty sure that when a professor says something rude about your work that you're supposed to feel discouraged or something, but I was actually shocked — and honestly, a little relieved. That sounds bad — the only reason I was relieved is because the blatant favoritism he's been showing me has gotten kind of annoying. I'm also confused on why it's taken him this long to treat me like everybody else — I've been giving him suspicious glares ever since he tried to kill Harry, and I'm one hundred percent sure he's caught me at least twice.
I don't care what Hagrid says — I still think Snape was trying to knock Harry off his broom. All that's missing is a motive, but that could very well be that he's working for my father.
On our last day of term, when we left our last class before lunch —coincidentally, Potions— a huge tree was blocking the hallway up ahead, with two large feet under it.
"Hi Hagrid, want any help?" Ron asked.
"Nah, I'm all righ'. Thanks, Ron," replied Hagrid.
"Would you mind moving out of the way?" Malfoy said coldly. "Are you trying to earn some extra money, Weasley? Hoping to be a gamekeeper yourself when you leave Hogwarts, I suppose — that hut of Hagrid's must seem like a palace compared to what your family's used to."
Ron dived for the idiot, but—
"WEASLEY!"
Oh no. I thought I was done seeing Snape for the day. Oh well, I guess all happy times have to end.
Ron let go of the front of Malfoy's robes.
"He was provoked, Professor Snape," Hagrid defended. "Malfoy was insultin' his family."
"Be that as it may, fighting is against Hogwarts rules, Hagrid," replied Snape. "Five points from Gryffindor, Weasley, and be grateful it isn't more. Move along, all of you."
Malfoy the idiot and his stupider cronies pushed past the tree, scattering pine needles everywhere.
I shook my head at them, then followed my friends and Hagrid to the Great Hall. I was blown away when we first walked in. It looked fantastic! The Great Hall was filled with beautiful decorations and a bunch of colorful trees.
"How many days till yer holidays?" Hagrid asked.
"Just one," said Hermione. "And that reminds me — Harry, Ron, Evie, we've got half an hour before lunch, we should be in the library."
"Oh yeah, you're right," Ron agreed, ripping his eyes away from Professor Flitwick's wand, which had golden bubbles blossoming out.
"The library?" Hagrid said, following us out of the hall. "Just before the holidays? Bit keen, aren't yeh?"
"Oh, we're not working," said Harry brightly. "Ever since you mentioned Nicholas Flamel we've been trying to find out who he his."
I don't think we should've told Hagrid that —since he told us to stop meddling in things that didn't concern us—, but whatever.
"You what?" Hagrid asked, looking shocked. "Listen here — I've told yeh four — drop it. It's nothin' to you what that dog's guardin'."
"We just want to know who Nicholas Flamel is, that's all," said Hermione simply.
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Evelyn Riddle and the Philosopher's Stone
Fanfiction"If my dad could hear us, you'd already be dead, Ron." My name is Evelyn Willow Jane - or, as most people call me, Evie. I've lived with the Malfoys for my whole life because of one teensy problem - not long after I was born, my father tried to murd...
