It was late midnight, Harry, Ron and Hermione were about to go up to the forbidden corridor.
“Ok, you guys ready?” asked Harry the other 3.
“Yeah, but where’s Midnight?”
“Good question, haven’t seen her all week.”
“She’s not in girls’ dormitory either.” They exchanged an anxious look.
“What if something happened to her?” asked Ron.
“I knew Snape was behind it. Well, there is only way to find out. Let’s go!”
The three of them made their way through to the 3rd corridor, where they’ll find the three headed dog guarding the Philosopher’s stone. Not really expecting to run into anyone, besides perhaps Filch or Filch’s cat Mrs Norris they turned around the corner and found themselves wrong for they found somebody else standing in front of the door. And it wasn’t a teacher either, unless perhaps it was Snape. Whatever it was, it was dressed in a hooded robe. Suddenly the man turned around realising there was somebody else there. Harry noticed something strange; even if it was Snape it was unusually short for him. He tried to see the wearer’s face through the hood he was wearing, but it was impossible. The man reached for his wand, but Hermione (faster than anyone) sent a curse towards him, he tried to dodge but failed. It hit him square in chest and he fell over, his wand flying high above him and landing a few meters away. Harry and the rest ran up to their rival, revealing its face, but shock fell over their faces, as they removed the hood, they saw a familiar face.
“I’ll explain everything.” She interrupted them, who were all buzzing with questions.
“Midnight, where on the world have you been all this time?” asked Hermione.
“Well, I won’t say ‘where’ but I have been trying to figure out how to get to the stone.”
“Ok, why do you need the stone?” there was an awkward pause.
“I-oh! You think I want it? Oh my god. You actually thought I want to use it? No, I’m just-Ok, this is going to sound a bit complicated, I’m trying to stop Quirell getting the stone and giving it to Voldemort.”
“Quirell? You must be mistaken, Quirell doesn’t want the stone, Snape does.” Said Harry, Midnight laughed.
“I can’t believe you guys are so slow. Snape doesn’t want the stone, in fact he’s one of the teachers who volunteered to protect it.” She paused then continued seeing their unconvinced faces.
“Ever wondered why Quirell wears that ridiculous hat on his head? Ever wondered why it smells so bad? Or do you choose to follow George and Fred’s tale? Doesn’t smell anything like garlic to me. But then it all makes sense in the end, good to have Snape hanging around like that, don’t you think? After all, who would suspect poor, stuttering Professor Quirell next to an overgrown bat like Snape?”
“But then how do you know all this stuff?” asked Hermione.
“Oh, I will always have my sources. Hanging on the side, you know? My stupid father, for example.”
“But why didn’t you ever tell us anything?”
“I just wasn’t sure if you guys wanted to get involved. It is none of your concern after all. And it’s not exactly a picnic either.”
“Yeah we know it isn’t, yet we would still help our friends.”
Midnight smiled and hugged them.
“I promise I’ll always tell you what I’m up to from now on.”
“But I’m still wondering where you stayed for the whole week.”
“Oh, ok. I was down underground and in Hogsmead. You know, trying to figure out how to get in. Father didn’t tell me that, but then how would he know? Oh well, never mind that now. I think it’s time we went in, don’t you?”
“Yeah, you’re right.” And with that, all 4 of them went in without a slightest worry.
Ok. Supposedly, this is meant to be the last fan-fiction in their 1st year, but I think I’m going to add one where they are on the train back as well and then I can start off with their 2nd year. Well guys, this is it. The big one. The one we’ve all been waiting for. Don’t forget to review heaps! We shall meet again. –xoxoxo.