Two Girls, One Stone

Jennifer Lakins and Sarah Lincolns have known each other since birth. They've done everything together, literally. They get their letters for Hogwarts the same day even. They go to Hogwarts and meet new people. Does anything happen when their there? Well, from what they hear and see a dog is gaurding a trapdoor?


18. Chapter 18 Jennifer's POV

Quirrell, however, must have been braver than we'd thought. In the weeks that followed he did seem to be getting paler and thinner, but it didn't look as though he'd cracked. . . yet.

     Every time we passed the third-floor corridor, Sarah, Ron, Hermione, Harry(On my kill list!), Ashley, and I all pressed our ears to the door to check that Fluffy was still growling inside. Snape was sweeping about in his usual bad temper, which surely meant that the Stone was still safe. Whenever Harry(Murder) and Sarah passed Quirrell these days they gave him an encouraging sort of smile, and Ron and Ashley actually started telling people off for laughing at Quirrell's stutter.

     But Miss. Know-It-All Granger, apparently, had more on her mind then the Sorcerer's Stone. She had started drawing up study schedules, and color-coding all her notes. I wouldn't have minded, but she kept nagging us all to do the same.

     “Hermione,” I finally said one day. “The exams are ages away.”

     “Ten weeks,” Hermione snapped back. “That's not ages, that's like a second to Nicholas Flamel.”

     “But we're not six hundred years old!” Ron reminded her. “Anyway, what are you studying for? You already know it all.”

     “What am I studying for? Are you crazy? You realize we need to pass 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. . . .” I do. You should have been in Ravenclaw!

     “Why did you ask?” I asked Ron.

     Ron shrugged his shoulders.

     Unfortunately, the teachers seemed to be thinking along the same lines as Hermione. They piled so much homework on us that the Easter holidays weren't nearly as fun as the Christmas. When I heard Hermione start to recite the twelve uses of Dragon Blood or start practicing wand movements my headphones are in my ears in no time. We all spent most of the time in the Library with Hermione, trying to finish all our extra work, (Sarah had finished and was there for help).

     “I'll never remember this,” Ron burst out one afternoon, throwing down his quill and looking longingly out of the library window. It was the first really fine day we'd had in months. The sky was a clear Forget-Me-Not Blue, and there was the feeling of summer with it.

     I was staring at my book listening to Kryptonite (Kidz Bop Version).

     Sarah was helping Harry(has to die), look up “Dittany in One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi.

     “Hagrid!” Sarah exclaimed. “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 my attention in five seconds flat. “an' what're you lot up ter?” He looked suddenly suspicious. “Yer not still lookin' fer Nicholas Flamel, are yeh?

     “Oh, we found out who he was ages ago,” said Ron impressively. “And we know what the dog's guarding, It's a Sorcerer's St –“

     “Shhhh!” Hagrid looked around quickly to see if anyone was listening. “Don' go shouting about it, what's wrong with yeh?”

     “Everything,” I muttered, Ashley snickered.

     “There are a few things we wanted to ask you, as a matter of fact,” Said Harry(Kill), “about what's guarding the stone apart from Fluffy ––”

     “SHHHH!” Said Hagrid again. “Listen – come an' see me later, I'm not promisn' I'll tell yeh anythin', mind, but don' do rabbitin' about it in here, students aren' suppose to know, They'll think I told yeh ––“

     “See you later, then,” said Ashley.

     “Yeah, bye,” Sarah told Hagrid.

     Hagrid shuffled off.

     “What was behind his back?” Hermione and I said in unison.

     “Do you think it had anything to do with the stone.”

     “I'm going to see what section he was looking in,” said Ron, who'd had enough of working, came back a minute later with a pile of books in his arms, slamming them on the table.

     “Dragons!” Said Ron. “Hagrid was looking up stuff about dragons; look at these: Dragon Species of Great Britain and Ireland; From Egg to Inferno, A Dragon Keepers Guide,

     Ashley grabbed a couple books. “The Best Dragon Raising tales, Best facts on hatching Dragons?”

     “Hagrid's always wanted a dragon, he told me so the first time I met him.” said Harry(M. U. S. T. DDDDDDIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!!).

     “But it's against our laws!” exclaimed Ron.

     “Dragon breeding was outlawed by Warlocks' Convention of 1709,” Sarah started, “everyone knows that. It's hard to stop Muggles from noticing us if we're keeping dragons in the back garden.”

     “Anyway, you can't tame dragons, it's dangerous. You should see the burns Charlie's got off wild ones in Romania.”

     “But there aren't wild dragons in Britain?” Harry(Die) asked.

     “Of course there are,” said Ron. “Common Welsh Green and Hebridean Blacks. The Ministry Of Magic has a job hushing them, to make them forget.”

     “So what on earth's Hagrid up to?” Hermione said.


When we knocked on the door of the gamekeeper's hut an hour later, we were surprised to see that all the curtains were closed.

     Hagrid called “Who is it?”

     “The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe,” I said. “Nah, I'm kiddin', It's, Sarah, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ashley and Jennifer.”

     “In quick.” Hagrid said. When we were all in he shut the door.

     It was stifling hot inside. Even though it was such a warm day, there was a blazing fire in the grate. Hagrid made us tea and offered them stoat sandwiches, I refused.

     “So –––– yeh wanted to ask me somethin'?”

     “Yes,” Ashley said.

     “We were wondering if you could tell us what's guarding the Sorcerer's Stone apart from Fluffy.” Harry(running out of things) asked.

     Hagrid frowned at him. I felt my eyes cheering him on. Frown! Frown! Frown at Harry!

     “O' course I can't,” he said. “Number one, I don' know myself. Number two, yeh know too much already, so I wouldn't tell yeh if I could. That Stone's here fer a good reason. It was almost stolen outta Gringotts ––– I s'pose yeh've worked out that an' all? Beats me how yeh even know 'bout Fluffy.”

     “Oh, come on, Hagrid, you might not want to tell us, but you do know, you know everything that goes on round here,” said Sarah putting her flattery voice on. “We only wondered who had done the guarding, really.” Sarah went on. “We wondered who Dumbledore had trusted enough to help him, apart from you.”

     Hagrid's chest swelled at these last words. Harry(die, die, die,) and Ron were beaming at Sarah.

     “Well, I don' s'pose it could hurt ter tell yeh that . . . let's see . . . he borrowed Fluffy from me . . . then some o' the teachers did enchantments . . . Professor Sprout –– Professor Flitwick –– Professor McGonagall ––“ he ticked them off his really big fingers, “Professor Quirrell –– an' Dumbledore himself did somethin' o' course. Hang on. I've forgotten someone. Oh yeah, Professor Snape.”

     “Snape?” We all exclaimed. Ron a little late.

     “Yeah –– wer' not still on abou' that, are yeh? Look, Snape helped protect the Stone, he's not about to steal It.”

     I knew the others were thinking the same thing. If Snape had been in on protecting the Stone, it must have been easy to find out how the other teachers had guarded it. He probably knew everything –– except, it seemed, Quirrel's spell and how to get past Fluffy.

     “You're the only one who knows how to get past Fluffy, aren't you, Hagrid?” said Hermione anxiously. “And you wouldn't tell anyone, would you? Not even one of the teachers.”

     “Not a soul knows except me an' Dumbledore?” said Hagrid proudly.

     “Well, that's something,” Harry(Just die!!!) muttered to the others. “Hagrid, can we have a window open? I'm boiling.”

     “Can't, Harry, sorry,” said Hagrid. Noticing Hagrid glancing toward the fire. I looked at it.

     “Hagrid ––– What's that?” Harry exclaimed.

     I already knew. In the very heart of the fire, underneath the kettle, was a huge, black egg.... a dragon egg.

     "Ah,” said Hagrid, fiddling nervously with his beard, “That's er . . .”

     “Where did you get it, Hagrid?” said Ron, as he and I crouched over the fire to get a better look. “It must've cost you a fortune.”

     “Won it,” said Hagrid. “Las' night. I was down in the village havin' a few drinks an' got into a game o' cards with a stranger. Think he was quite glad ter get rid of it, ter be honest.”

     “But what are you going to do when it's hatched?” inquired Ashley.

     “Well, I've bin doin' some readin'.” said Hagrid, walking into the other room and coming back with a large book. “Got this outta the Library –– Dragon Breeding for Pleasure and Profit –– it's a bit outta date, o' course, but it's all in here. Keep the egg in the fire, 'cause their mothers breathe on 'em, see, an' when it hatches feed it bucket o' brandy mixed with chicken blood every half hour. An' see here –– how ter recognize diff'rent eggs –– what I got here is a ––––“

     “Norwegian Ridgeback. They're rare.” Sarah said.

     He looked pleased with himself, but Hermione didn't.

     “Hagrid, you live in a wooden house,” she said.

     But Hagrid wasn't listening. To happy daydreaming 'bout that Dragon bet ya.


So now I had something else to worry about: what might happen if people found out Hagrid was raising an illegal pet dragon.

     “Wonder what it's like to have a peaceful life,” Ron sighed, as evening after evening we struggled through all our extra homework they were getting. Hermione had started making study schedules for the lot. It was driving me nuts!

     One breakfast Sarah texted me what was on a paper Harry had handed her.

     Our texts went something like this. . . . 


Sarah: Two words. It's hatching.


Isn't that four? :Me

Ron wanted to skip Herbology and go straight down to the hut(So did I!). Hermione wouldn't hear of it.

     “Hermione, How many times in our lives are we going to see a dragon hatching?”

     “We've got lessons, we'll get into trouble, and that's nothing to what Hagrid's going to be in when someone finds out what he's doing –––“

     “Shut up!” Harry whispered.

     “What?” I asked turning around.

     Draco was only a few feet away and had stopped dead listening. Did he hear anything? Hmm. . . I haven't talked to him in a while. . . I'll talk to him later.

     Ron, Hermione and somewhat Ashley argued all the way to Herbology. In the end, Hermione agreed to run down to Hagrid's with the others during morning break. When the bell sounded from the castle at the end of our lesson, we dropped out trowels at once and hurried through the grounds to the edge of the forest. Hagrid greeted us, looking flushed and excited.

     “The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe have returned.” I joked.

     “It's nearly out.” He ushered us inside.

     The dragon egg was sitting on the table. There were deep cracks in it. Something was moving inside; a weird clicking coming from it.

     We all brought our chairs up to the table, watching it with bated breaths.

     All at the same time there was a scraping noise as the egg split in half. The baby dragon dropped on the table. It wasn't cute at all. It was actually very ugly. Not for sure what Hagrid wants to do with it. It was black, with spiny wings huge compared to it's body, it had a long snout with big nostrils, the stubs of horns and bulging, orange eyes.

     As it sneezed. A few sparks blew out of his um... nose.

     “Isn't he beautiful?” Hagrid murmured. Reaching out his hand to touch the dragon's head. It snapped at Hagrid's fingers, showing – very sharp – pointed fangs.

     You guys already know what I think.

     “Bless him, look, he know his mommy!” said Hagrid with tears in his eyes.

     “Hagrid aren't you a guy? Wouldn't you be a daddy?” I mutter. Sarah heard and snickered in her sleeve.

     “Hagrid,” Said Hermione,”exactly how fast do Norwegian Ridgebacks grow?”

     Hagrid was gonna give a answer when all color drained from his face –– he jumped to his feet and ran to the window.

     “What's the matter?” I say, jumping to my feet.

     “Somekid was lookin' through a gap in the curtains he's runnin' back up ter the school.”

     I dash to the door and threw it open as I see who it was.

     Draco had seen the dragon.


Draco had tried to talk to me the next morning after I left the Great Hall to go to the bathroom.

     “Don't.” I say.

     “But Jennifer –“ Draco says.

     “Don't.” I put a finger to his lips and walk away.


It wasn't exactly a smile, but the others started getting a bit nervous. We all spent most of our time in Hagrid's dark hut, all trying to reason with him. Even Ron(sometimes I wonder if it was his fault we couldn't reason with Hagrid)!

     “Just let him go in the forest,” Harry(Die already) urged. “Set him free.”

     “I can't,” said Hagrid. “He's too little. He'd die!”

     “And then we'd also might have a dragon being set on the castle. So that idea has been crossed off the list.” I say hanging upside down on a chair.

     We all look at the dragon anyway. It had grown three times in length in just seven days. Tons of smoke kept hurling out of his nose. Hagrid hadn't been doing his Gamekeeping job as well as before because the Dragon kept him busy. There were empty brandy bottles and chicken feathers all over the floor.

     Apparently, Ashley couldn't take the mess anymore. Because she had got up and started cleaning the disgusting mess.

     “I've decided to call him Norbert,” Hagrid said, looking at the dragon with misty eyes. “He really knows me now, watch. Norbert! Where's Mommy?”

     Ron muttered something I couldn't hear.

     “For the last time Hagrid!” I exclaim. “You're a guy. You'd have to be a girl to be his mommy! Since your a guy your his daddy! Does this whole concept seem to escape you!”

     “Hagrid,” Ashley says loudly, “give it two weeks, Norbert's going to be as long as your house. Malfoy could go to Dumbledore at any moment. And your house will turn into a junkyard!”

     Hagrid bit his lip.

     “I-I know, I can't keep him forever, but I can't jus' dump him, I can't.”

     Harry(Würfel) turned to Ron.

     “Charlie,” the Lebendigen Leiche said.

     “You're losing it, too,“ said Ron. “I'm Ron, remember?“

     “You think he's drunk?“ I ask Hermione.

     “Jennifer!“ Hermione exclaims.

     “No –– Charlie –– your brother, Charlie. In Romania. Studying dragons. We could send Norbert to him back in the wild!“ Harry(idiot) explains.

     “Brilliant!“ said Ron. “Bloody Brilliant! How about it, Hagrid?"

     Finally, Hagrid agreed that we could owl Charlie.


The next week inched past. Wednesday night Ashley, Hermione, Harry(), Sarah and I were sitting alone in the common room. Sarah and Ashley were on Sarah's laptop putting together a Polyvore set. Harry(DIE) was talking to Hermione about Astronomy. Asking some really dumb questions that EVERYONE knows. I sit back, take out my iPhone out and turn my headphones on.

     Funhouse immediately comes on. "Dancing 'round this empty house, tear us down, throw you put!" The song sings before all I can hear is Harry's stupid questions. I press the button on my iPhone to find out my song was still playing, and since all I can hear is Harry's stupid questions. I get so agitated I take my Astronomy notebook out of my bag and throw it at Harry.

     Hit him in the head! Hit him in the head!

     Bang! "Ow!" Harry exclaimed.

     Yes! It hit him in the head! Suddenly I could hear my music! Yay! I'm listening to music and I hit Harry in the back of the head!

     Harry had picked up the book and looked at me with a eyebrow raised. When he didn't get an answer, he turned around and started reading.

     At the stroke of midnight Ron burst through the portrait hole and took off Harry's Invisibility cloak. Ron has been at Hagrid's hut to help feed Norbert. Who, was now eating crates of dead rats now.

     "It bit me! The bloody beast bit me!" Ron said, showing us his hand. Which, was wrapped in a very bloody handkerchief.

     Ashley took a First Aid kit out of her bag and walked over to Ron.

     "Sit," she said making Ron sit in a chair – one of the comfy ones too. Ashley opened her kit and sat next to Ron. She took a couple cloths out of the kit, laying them In her lap she took Ron's hand and started unwrapped the bloody handkerchief.

     "I'm not going to be able to hold a quill for a week, I tell you! Ow!(Ashley had removed the handkerchief which had apparently stuck to his hand) That dragon's the most horrible animal I've ever met, (Ashley was wiping the mix of blood and dry blood off his wrist which was still bleeding) but the way Hagrid goes on about it. You'd think it was a fluffy little bunny rabbit!(Ashley took out another cloth and put the used one back in a compartment.) When it bit me he told me off for frightening it. And when I left, he was singing the bloody beast a lullaby!“ Ashley poured some hydrogen proxicide on the wound.

     Ron yelped with pain as bubbles rose on his hand.

     “Can you do a silencing charm on the doors?“ She asked me.

     “Sure.“ I do the charm immediately.

     “Oh shush!“ Ashley exclaims blowing on the opening. It took a little while but the bubbles died down. Ashley put the the Hydrogen Proxicide away and got out a Rubbing Alcohol.

     “You might wanna double that.“ Ashley said.

     Sarah mutters something the same time Ashley pours the Alcohol. Ron screams 'cause it hurts so bad.

     “Dang this kid got a set of lungs!“ I yell. I think I'm going to be deaf now.

     Ashley poured some water on it making Ron's scream cease.

     “Bloody heck lady!? Are you trying to kill me?“

     “That's suppose to help you're hand!“ Ashley said wrapping Rons hand.

     “Guy's It's Hedwig!“ Hermione says, letting the owl in. Surprisingly she landed on my shoulder. Oh now I remember, she and Whitie have become good friends. She must of smelled Whitie on me or something. I take the letter out.

     “It's from Charlie.“ I throw it at Hermione since Ron's hands were full.


     Dear Ron,

     How are you? Thanks for the letter –– I's be glad to take the Norwegian Ridgeback, but it won't be easy getting him here. I think the best thing will be to send him over with some friends of mine who are coming to visit me next week. Trouble is, they mustn't be seen carrying and illegal dragon.

     Could you get the Ridgeback up the tallest tower at midnight on Saturday tomorrow? They can meet you there and take him away while it‘s dark.

     Send me an answer as soon as posible.





We all looked at each other.

     “We got the cloak.“ Harry said.

     “And I found out that my ring can turn me invisbile.“ I put out. Everyone looks at me. I stand up, taking a tiny piece out of my ring, I pressed one of the jewels on it.

     “Where are you Jennifer?“ Sarah asked.

     I jumped behind Hermione, bt as I jumped I lost my balance and grabbed onto Hermione for support.

     “Bloody Heck!“ Ron exclaimed. “You can turn things you touch invisible too!“

     “Cool!“ I say after I turn Hermione and I visible.

     “I‘ll go with Sarah.“ Hermione says.

     “And I‘ll go with Jennifer.“ Ashley tells us.

     “Looks like it‘s you and me Harry.“ Ron said.

     “Looks like it is.“ Harry says.


Let me see it.“ Ashley told Ron the next morning. Making him sit in a chair again. She opened the wrapping, and her face looked concerned.

     “How bad is it?“ Ron asked.

     “I think we should go to Madam Pomfrey.“ Ashley said, unwrapping it enough to let us see.

     “Eck.“ Sarah says, “It‘s dark shade of green.“

     “I can slow down the process of the poison, but I can‘t remove it.“ Ashley says.

     “Do that then,“ Ron says.



Whatever Ashley did to Ron‘s hand lasted til 3 in the afternoon. But then Ron had to go to Madam Pomfrey.

     “I‘ll go with him.“ Ashley said. “He‘ll need an excuse. And knowing Ron he‘d probably say it was a dog or something.“


At five we all went down to the hospital wing, to find Ron in a terrible state.

     “It‘s not just my hand,“ he whispered, “although that feels like it‘s about to fall off. Malfoy told Madam Pomfrey he wanted to borrow one of my books so he could get a good laugh at me. He kept threatening to tell her what really bit me.“

     “I told Madam Pomfrey we were taking a walk by the Forbidden Forest and that something ran out and bit him.“ Ashley tells us.

     “I shouldn‘t have hit him at the Quidditch match, that‘s why he‘s doing this.“

     Hermione tried to calm Ron down.

     “It‘ll all be over at midnight,“ said Hermione, but this didn‘t help. It only made the situation worse.

     “Midnight tonight!“ he said in a hoarse voice. “Oh no –– oh no –– I just remembered –– Charlie‘s letter was in the book Malfoy took, he‘s going to know we‘re getting rid of Norbert.“

     Harry, Hermione, Sarah, and I didn‘t get to answer. Madam Pomfrey came over at that moment and made them leave, saying Ron needed sleep.


I would’ve felt sorry for Hagrid except I didn’t give a crap.

     It was a dark, cloudy night, and we were a bit late arriving at Hagrid’s hut because we had to wait for Peeves to get out of the way in the entrance hall because he was playing Tennis against the wall(Peeves go play Tennis by Professor Snape’s quarters!).

     Sarah and I used our rings. Harry and Hermione used the cloak.

     Hagrid had Norbert packed and ready in a large crate.

     “He’s got lots o’ rats an’ some brandy fer the journey,” said Hagrid in a muffled voice. “An’ I’ve packed his teddy bear in case he gets lonely.”

     From inside the crate came ripping noises that sounded like the teddy bear was having his head torn off.

     “Teddy’s dead.” I state.

     “Bye-bye, Norbert!” Hagrid sobbed, as we covered the crate with the invisibility cloak. Sarah turned Harry invisible as I turned Hermione invisible. ”Mommy will never forget you!”

     I face palmed.

     How we managed to get the crate to the castle, I never knew. Midnight ticked nearer and nearer as we heaved Norbert up the marble staircase in the entrance hall and along the dark corridors. Up another staircase, then another – Even one of Harry’s shortcuts didn’t make it much easier. Even though I don’t think it was much of a shortcut.

     “Nearly there!” Harry(Die, die, die!) panted as we reached the corridor beneath the tallest tower.

     A sudden movement ahead of us caught my eye, I stopped so fast Harry almost dropped the crate on his toe.

     Would the crate break his toe? I thought to myself.

     Forgetting I was already invisible, I pushed the others -and myself- into the shadows, staring at the dark outlines of two people grappling with each other ten feet away. A lamp flared.

     Professor McGonagall, in a tartan bathrobe and a hair net, had Draco by the ear.

     “Detention!” she shouted. “And twenty points from Slytherin! Wandering around in the middle of the night, how dare you –“

     “You don’t understand, Professor. Harry Potter’s coming – he’s got a dragon!”

     “What utter rubbish! How dare you tell such lies! Come on – I shall see Professor Snape about you, Malfoy!”

     The steep spiral staircase up to the top of the tower seemed the easiest thing in the world after that. Not until we stepped into the cold night air did we turn uninvisible, and take the cloak off of the dragon. Hermione did some sort of jig.

     “Malfoy’s got detention! I could sing!”

     “Sing later when you have back up vocals.” I advised Hermione.

     I stared at the stars in the sky, as the others chuckled about Malfoys predicament, Norbert thrashed about in his crate. About ten minutes later, four broomsticks came swooping down out of the darkness

     Charlie’s friends were a cheery lot. They showed us the harness they rigged up, so they could suspend Norbert between the bunch. We all helped buckle Norbert safely into it and then we all shook hands with the others, thanking them.

     At last! Norbert is gone!!!!!!

     We all slipped down the spiral staircase. I was so happy that in my mind I was like: What could spoil our happiness?

     I only realized after that that I had jinxed us, because the answer was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. As we stepped into the corridor, Filch’s face loomed out of the darkness.

     “Well, well, well,” he whispered, “we are in trouble.”

     We’d forgotten the cloak and to turn invisible.

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