Supernatural and the Philosopher's Stone

Though the trapdoor

It was sweltering hot, especially in the large classroom where we did our written papers. We had been given special, new quills for exams, which had been bewitched with an Anti-Cheating spell. 

We had practical exams as well. Professor Flitwick called us one by one into his class to see if we could make a pineapple tapdance across a desk. Professor McGonagall watched us turn a mouse into a snuffbox--points were given for how pretty the snuffbox is, but taken away if it had whiskers. Snape made us all nervous, breathing down our necks while we tried to remember how to make a Forgetfulness potion.

Our very last exam was History of Magic. One hour of answering questions about batty old wizards who'd invented self-stirring cauldrons and we'd be free, free for a whole wonderful week until our exam results came out. When the ghost of Professor Binns told us to put down our quills and roll up our parchment, I was cheering along with the rest.

"That was far easier than I thought it would be," Hermione said as we joined crowds flocking out onto the sunny grounds. "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 our exam papers afterward, but Ron said this made him feel ill, so we wandered down to the lake and flopped under a tree. The Weasley twins and Lee Jordan were tickling the tentacles of a giant squid, which was basking in the warm shallows.

"Guys, leave the poor thing alone," I looked down at the twin brothers.

"No more studying," Ron sighed happily, stretching out on the grass. "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."

Harry was rubbing his forehead.

"I wish I knew what this means," he burst out angrily. "My scar keeps hurting--it's happened before, but never as often as this."

"Go to Madam Pomfrey," Hermione said.

I don't know if I should tell them about Sam having demon blood inside him, but I know what's happening, I thought, looking down. But should I tell him? I don't know if I should.

"I'm not ill," Harry said. "I think it's a warning... it means danger's coming..."

He's figuring it out, I thought.

"Harry, relax, Hermione's right, the Stone's sage as long as Dumbledore's around. Anyway, we've 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 in a hurry. And Neville will play Quidditch for England before Hagrid lets Dumbledore down."

Harry nodded.

"That's just the exams. I woke up last night and was half-way through my Transfiguration notes before I remembered we'd done that one.

Nightwish flew down beside me as Harry jumped to his feet.

"Where're you going?" Ron said sleepily.

I grabbed the note from Nightwish.

"I've just thought of something," Harry suddenly turned white. "We've got to go and see Hagrid, now."

"Why?" Hermione panted, hurrying to keep up.

"Don't you think it's a bit odd," Harry said, scrambling up the grassy slope, "that what Hagrid wants more than any else is a dragon, and a stranger turns up who just happens to have an egg in his pocket? How many people wander around with dragon eggs if it's against wizard law? Lucky they found Hagrid, don't you think? Why didn't I see it before?"