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We got up to the entrance of the school and stopped, all of us bent over, breathing heavily along with our hands placed on our thighs.
"Bit... out of shape are...you, Y/n?" Ron asked between breaths as he straightened himself up.
"Funny." I glared at him as I too, straightened myself up, Hermione and Harry doing the same after.
"We-We've got to tell Dumbledore." Harry started, catching his breath as he begun. "Hagrid told that stranger how to get past Fluffy, and it was either Snape or Voldemort under that cloak-"
"You mean Quirrell or Voldemort under that cloak." I corrected him.
"Right." Harry rolled his eyes at me, clearly not wanting another debate. "Anyway, it must have been easy to get the information out of him once he got Hagrid drunk. I just hope Dumbledore believes us... So we better get our story straight." He ends his speech by turning to face me.
"No. I'm right, it's Quirrell."

After a few minutes of Harry and I drifting into an argument of 'It's Quirrell' and 'It's Snape' while walking into the school, we stopped arguing, seeing as it was getting us nowhere.
"Where's Dumbledore's office? We'd better go now before it's too late." Hermione spoke up once we finally stopped bickering.
"Ooh I know!" I told them with a big smile on my face. "I can take you IF you admit that it's Quirrell behind all of this." I finish, looking accomplished with my blackmail.
"But it isn't Quirrell!" Ron protested.
"Is!"
"Isn't!"
And we slipped back into arguing.

We carried on walking around inside when a loud voice rang from across the hall we were in.
"What are you four doing inside on a day like this?" McGonagall called while she approached us, carrying a large pile of books along with her.
"We want to see Professor Dumbledore!" Hermione told her quickly, and bravely.
"See Professor Dumbledore? Why would you need to?" McGonagall asked us, suspicion spread across her face.
"It's sort of a secret.." Harry answered, trailing off and looking as if he wished he hadn't said a word.
Professor McGonagall's face shifted into a slight frown and she began to speak again.
"Professor Dumbledore left ten minutes ago, he received an urgent owl from the ministry and flew off for London immediately."

"He's gone? But Professor this is extremely important." I spoke, being dramatic as I said the word 'extremely.'
"Something you four have to say is more important than the ministry?" McGonagall spoke as if she found it comical.
"Yes, of a matter of fact it is." I told her as I straightened out my posture. "This is about the philosophers stone."
Once I said those words out loud, Professor McGonagall dropped the books she was holding, but she didn't go to pick them up, so I decided to.
"H..How do you know about.." She stuttered out, obviously in a state of shock.
"We believe Q-" I began to say but looked at Harry, his eyes telling me not to say Quirrell's name. "Someone is trying to steal it." Ignoring her question she was trying to ask us.
"Professor Dumbledore will be back tomorrow." She managed to get out as she took the books from my hands. "I don't know how you found out about the stone, but I assure you it is well protected."
"But Professor we don't have until to-" Harry started but got shot down by McGonagall.
"Potter, I know what I'm talking about. I suggest you four hop off outside and enjoy the rest of the sun."

I decided to listen to Professor McGonagall and go outside, the other 3 didn't, however. We said goodbye and I raced to the broom shed.

I walked into the shed to find two 5th years kissing. '𝑬𝒘.'
"Get out of here!" One of the girls yelled at me as I walked through the door.
"I'm just here for a broom." I told them.
"Uh...here." The other girl pulled away from who I'm guessing was her girlfriend and gave me one. "Be careful, it's wicked fast."
"Thankyou! Have fun... making out." I chuckled and shut the door as I ran out, hearing them going back at it.

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She wasn't wrong. It was wicked fast. I was zooming up and down the pitch, but I did have complete control over it, unlike Harry's broom at his first match. I laughed out loud (hA LOLLLLL) while thinking back to the first match we played, and then 2 familiar redheads stopped on their own brooms right in front of my face.
"Hey y/n, want to play some quidditch?" Fred spoke as he snapped me out of my thoughts.
"I thought I'd never be asked!" I replied with a massive smile.
"Come on up!" George shouted down and whistled, making me look below to see a few of the gryffindor and hufflepuff team.