Riddling Silver Eyes (Book 1)

Suspicions

It was a hectic day, full of studying, exams and the quietness of the Great Hall. In the outdoor courtyard, the four are walking. Vivienne keeps rubbing her shoulder, it hasn't stopped pulsing since their detention the other night. Her scar has grown red, redder than usual and headaches were occurring often.
"I've always heard Hogwarts' end of the year exams were frightful, but I found that rather enjoyable," smiles Hermione, she was more excited than ever about school and she has finally been tested on her wizard knowledge.
"Speak for yourself," scoffs Ron, "all right there, Harry?"
"My scar. It keeps burning," he cringes and rugs his forehead.
"Mine too," whispers Vivienne, running a finger over her covered scar.
"It's happened before," says Hermione, looking between the two concerned.
"Not like this," Harry complains and her looks to Vivienne, who has her silver eyes fixed to the ground.
"Perhaps you should see the nurse," suggests Ron, he pats Vivienne's back and gives Harry a worried look.
"I think it's a warning. It means dangers coming. Uhh!" Harry rubs his scar and then sees Hagrid across the field, at his hut.
Vivienne follows his gaze. "Oh. Of course!" They follow her as she runs for hut.
"What is it?" Asks Hermione, confusion fixed on her face.
"Don't you think it's a bit odd that what Hagrid wants more than anything is a dragon, and a stranger shows up and just happens to have one?" They approach Hagrid, who is playing a song on his flute. "I mean, how many people wander around with dragon eggs in their pockets?" She asks rhetorically.
"Why didn't I see it before? Hagrid, who gave you the dragon egg?" Harry asks and Hagrid stops playing. "What did he look like?"
"I don't know. I never saw his face. He kept his hood up," Hagrid says simply.
"The stranger, though, you and he must have talked," presses Harry.
"Well, he wanted to know what sort of creatures I looked after. I told him. I said, 'after Fluffy, a dragon's gonna be no problem'."
"And did he seem interested in Fluffy?" Vivienne places her hands on her hips and locks eyes with Hagrid, forcing him to look away.
"Well, of course he was interested in Fluffy! How often do you come across a three headed dog, even if you're in the trade?" He holds the question in the air. "But I told him. I said, 'the trick with any beast is to know how to calm him. Take Fluffy, for example, just play him a bit of music and he falls straight to sleep'."
The four gape.
"You told them what?" Vivienne says loudly and face palms her forehead.
"I shouldn't have told you that." The four take off, "where you going? Wait!" Hagrid shouts after the students running back to the castle.

Vivienne follows her friends into McGonagall's classroom. The four come tearing in and run up the aisles between desks. They pass a ghost and stop at the desk. McGonagall is marking papers and her glasses is slid down her pointed nose.
"We have to see Professor Dumbledore, immediately!" Harry shouts and leans against the desk.

"I'm afraid Professor Dumbledore is not here. He received an urgent owl from the Ministry of Magic and left immediately for London," McGonagall says sternly, looking up from the paper and scanning the four students in front of her.
"He's gone! Now? But this is important! It's about...the Philosopher's Stone," Vivienne panics and her silver eyes grow urgent.
McGonagall's face grows shocked, "how do you know?"
"Someone's going to try and steal it," Harry and Vivienne say in unison.
"I don't know how you four found out about the stone, but I can assure you it is perfectly well-protected. Now would you go back to your dormitories? Quietly." She narrows her eyes and they leave.

After exiting McGonagall's class, they walk down the hallway. "That was no stranger Hagrid met in the village. It was Snape, which means he knows how to get past Fluffy," states Harry, his voice full of anger and he balls his fists.
"And with Dumbledore gone..." starts Hermione, but she stops.
Snape suddenly appears behind them, "good afternoon. Now, what would three young Gryffindors and a Slytherin such as yourselves be doing inside on a day like this?" He asks slowly, giving them a suspicious look.
"Uh...we were just..." stutters Hermione.
"Leaving exams, Sir. We'll be out in a moment," Vivienne saves Hermione from her blubbering self.
"You want to be careful. People will think you're..." says Snape, who looks at Vivienne and Harry who glare madly at Snape, who looks shocked, "up to something." He turns on his heals and sways his robes around him and leaves.

"Now what do we do?" Asks Hermione, sounding nervous.
"We go down the trapdoor. Tonight," Vivienne says determined.

Vivienne arrives back at her common room, her hair a mess and face red.

Exams had taken a lot out of her and she needed to relax. She plopped down on the leather couch and chucked her feet on the coffee table. She kicked of her shoes and loosened her tie. "Rough day?" A voice asks from behind her.
"Sure was, doesn't help I bumped into Snape on the way here," she rolls over and leans her chin on the back of the couch.
"Don't worry, I saw you in the courtyard with that Potter," Draco spits and his eyes harden.
"Calm down. He's my friend," she glares and rolls back around.
A weight could be felt next to her moments later. She turns her sore head to look at the platinum blonde boy beside her.
"What do you see in him anyway," he rolls his eyes and fiddles with the end of his sleeve.
"Nothing," she sighs, "we have more things alike than I can count."
"Like what?"
"We are both orphans, we lost our parents to the Dark Lord, we have matching scars and we want nothing more than family."
"Oh, I... didn't know," his voice grows quite and looks at the floor sadly.
"Yeah, but I'm better looking!" She giggles and puts her feet on the ground. She takes off her tie and places it beside her.
"Hmm, true. Where are you going to be over the summer?"
"Home, maybe visit a few people and traveling. Whatever happens..."
"Ok, I've got to go, I have an owl to send off. I'll see you later," he gets off the couch and struts to the door.
Vivienne lets out a sigh and she closes her eyes. Soon she is fast asleep on the soft leather.