Chapter 11 - The Three-Headed Dog

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“Well, um… When you were ignoring us, we found out about something.” Said Harry hastily. They were in the library a day after Lydia had apologized to Ron.

“What about? Is it about Hooch and Flitwick getting together, because I think we already know that they are.” Said Lydia.

Draco chuckled. “Nope. It’s even worse. It’s quite dangerous, actually. It’s about the Sorcerer’s Stone.”

After a long, confused pause from Lydia, Hermione continued. “We think it has something to do with Hagrid and Dumbledore. The Sorcerer’s Stone can make you immortal.”

After a couple seconds, Lydia breathed. “That’s brilliant.”

“Not if it gets in the wrong hands.” Harry said grimly. “Like who’s?” Lydia asked. “Voldemort, of course.” Lydia’s eyes bugged out of her head, Draco flinched horribly, and Ron and Hermione gasped. “Don’t say his name!” Hissed Hermione. “Sorry.” Said Harry. “But still. If he knows as much as we do, then that’s not good.”

Lydia looked down at her watch. “Well, can you tell me later? Draco and I have Defense against the Dark Arts in a couple minutes…” Draco glanced at his watch and swore. Hermione nodded. “I’ll fill you in.”

Suddenly, they heard someone’s raspy voice. It was Argus Filch the caretaker of Hogwarts and his horrid cat Mrs. Norris.

Hermione looked around and ran to the nearest door. “He might’ve heard us! Alohamora!” She whispered and the door swung open. They all piled into the room and slammed the door. Draco breathed and said, “Blimey! That was a close one!”

Then they heard a snarl. Slowly, they turned around to see a towering, black, three-headed dog.

Screams filled the air as one of the heads lunged straight at Lydia. Lydia scrunched up her eyes and waited for the head bite her, but she was grabbed by the arm of her robes and pulled downward so it narrowly missed her hair. She turned to see Ron, who sighed of relief.

Harry threw open the door and they all ran out of it, slamming it shut quickly behind them.

Lydia felt her face to make sure nothing was missing. “Thank you so much Ron…” She said breathlessly, still wide-eyed. “No problem.” He mumbled, looking pale himself.

Draco checked his watch. “Gotta go, guys! Meet us in the library at 4:10!” He grabbed Lydia’s hand and they sprinted to the Defense against the Dark Arts room, still very much shaken.

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