Harry Potter x Reader

First Year - Returning Norbert

"Don't say that again!"
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Guys, first year is so close to end. We be moving onto second year soon! Anyways, enjoy!
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Harry's POV

Every time we passed the third-floor corridor, the four of us would press our ears to the door to check that Fluffy was still growling inside. Snape was sweeping about in his bad temper, which surely meant that the Stone was still safe. Whenever I'd passed Quirrell I gave him an encouraging sort of smile, and Ron had started telling people off for laughing at Quirrell's stutter.

Hermione, however, had more on her mind than the Stone. She'd started drawing up study schedules and colour coding her notes. Me and Ron wouldn't have minded, but she kept nagging them to do the same.

"Hermione, the exams are ages away."

"Ten weeks," Hermione snapped. "That's not ages, that's like a second to Flamel."

"But we're not six hundred years old," Ron reminded her. "Anyway, what are you studying for, you're already good."

"What am I studying for? Are you crazy? You realise we need to pass these exams to get into the second year? They're very important, I should have started studying a month ago, I don't know what's gotten into me..."

"Hermione, calm down, it'll be fine." (Y/N) assured her.

"No it -- you need to revise too! Herbology isn't looking good for you (Y/N)."

"I know that Hermione." (Y/N) replied, sighing, "but I'm an average student on that subject! I don't get why I need to learn how to control these crazy plants."

"Herbology is useful."

"I'll just ask Neville to help me. He's good at it."

The teachers seemed to be thinking along the same lines as Hermione. They gave us so much homework, that the Easter holidays weren't nearly as fun as the Christmas ones. It was hard to relax with Hermione next to you reciting the twelve uses of dragon's blood. Moaning and yawning, (Y/N), Ron and I, spent most of our free time in the library with her, trying to get through all their extra work.

"I'll never remember this," Ron burst out one afternoon, throwing down his quill and looking longingly out of the library window.

I was looking up "Dittany" in One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, until I heard Ron say, "Hagrid! What are you doing in the library?"

Hagrid shuffled into view, hiding something behind his back. He looked very out of place in his moleskin overcoat.

"Jus' lookin'," he said, in a shifty voice that got their interest at once. "An' what're you lot up ter?" He looked suddenly suspicious. "Yer not still lookin' fer Nicolas Flamel, are yeh?"

"Oh, we found out who he is ages ago," said Ron impressively. "And we know what that dog's guarding, it's a Philosopher's St--"

"Shhhh!" Hagrid looked around quickly to see if anyone was listening. "Don' go shoutin' about it, what's the matter with yeh?"

"There are a few things we wanted to ask you, as a matter of fact," I said, "about what's guarding the Stone apart from Fluffy--"