The Red Head Who Stole My Heart ~?Ron Weasley x Reader?~ (Book 1; Year 1)

Chapter 8

"Well, 'e wan'ed to know what sorta creatures I looked aft'r. I told 'im, I said, 'After Fluffy, a dragon's gonna be no problem!'" Hagrid says cheerily. "And did he seem interested in Fluffy at all?" I push the interrogation a bit futher before Harry gets a chance to speak. Hagrid looks over at me and nods, "Well, o' course 'e was int'rested in Fluffy. 'ow often do ye come 'round a three-'eaded dog, even if yer in the trade?" He responds, as if it's obvious. He points a stick at us and continues, "But I told 'im, I said-- I said, 'The trick with any beast is to know 'ow to calm 'im.' Take Fluffy, fer example. Just play 'im a bit o' music and 'e falls straight asleep." We all gasp and look at each other, suprised. "I shouldn't have told ye that..." Hagrid says.

We all bolt away as he yells after us, "Oi, where's ye goin'? Wait!"

We reach McGonagall's office and burst straight inside. "We need to see Professor Dumbledore. Immediately!" Harry yells once we reach McGonagall's desk, his hands placed firmly on 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." She replies as we look at each other, shocked. "He's gone? Now? But this is important! This is about the Philosopher's Stone!" Harry says, head whipping around between the three of us and McGonagall.

She shakes her head, understandably confused, "How did you know-?"

Harry cuts her off, "Someone's trying to steal it." She nods firmly, brows furrowed, "I don't know how you four found out about the stone, but I assure you it is perfectly well-protected. Now would you go back to your dormitories? Quietly." She gestures to her door and he lets up off the desk, leading us out of the office.

We walked into the hallway and Harry began speaking again, "That was no stranger Hagrid met in the village. It was Snape, which means he knows how to get past Fluffy." I sigh and say, "But now with Dumbledore gone-"

I was cut off by a very nosy Snape coming up and standing right behind Ron. "Good afternoon." We all begin to face him. "Now what would four young Gryffindors such as yourselves be doing inside on a day like.. this?"

I look at the others and Hermione stammers, "Uh- We-We were just-"

"People will think you're.." He and Harry share a harsh glare, "up to something." He slowly walks away and my shoulders deflate defeatedly, "What're we going to do?"

Ron wraps his arm around my shoulder comfortingly as Harry responds, "We go down the trapdoor,"

"Tonight."

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The four of us make our way downstairs, finally out of uniform, and I see Trevor, Neville's toad, on the headrest of the couch. I gasp a little and Ron whisper-yells, making a shoo-ing motion, "Trevor, shh, go! You shouldn't be here!"

I look back at Ron as he adjusts the cloak on his shoulder and hear Neville's voice ahead of us, "Neither should you." He stands and I whip my head around while he asks, "You're sneakin' out again, aren't you?"

I attempt to plead with him just as he gets defensive, "Wait, Neville, please just listen-"

"No, I won't let you! You'll get Gryffindor into trouble again." He cuts me off with furrowed eyebrows and looks between all of us, "I-I-I'll fight you.." He puts up his fists nervously and I put my hands flat up in defense.

"Neville, I'm really really sorry about this," Hermione takes out her wand from beside me and quickly waves it, leaving him no time for defense, saying, "Petrificus Totalus."

Neville freezes upright, falling straight onto his back. She quickly tucks her wand into her pocket and we all begin stepping over Neville to get to the portrait hole, "Sorry, Neville.." I mutter, following suit.