As the Winter melted into Spring, classes resumed and passed. The first year was quickly approaching it's close, and along with it, the ever so dreadful final examinations loomed ominously near in their future.

One sunny afternoon, (Y/N) sat in the dining hall with her friends, hunched over her Charms notes instead of enjoying the beautiful day. Hermione sat to the other side of her, nose deep into her textbook and even Harry was reading something to prepare for his exams. However, Ron was sitting with collection of cards from his chocolate frogs, sorting through to see who he'd collected.

"Look at you, playing with your cards." Hermione started. (Y/N) could tell that, by the sounds of it, Ron was in for an earful. "Pathetic! We've got final examinations coming up soon."

Ron looked particularly smug for someone who was in the middle of one of Hermione Granger's lectures. "I'm ready! Ask me any question."

(Y/N) and Harry exchanged a look with one another, and though she tried, (Y/N) couldn't keep from laughing. They both knew Ron hadn't even spent a moment reviewing his notes. Whatever Hermione would ask him, (Y/N) doubted he'd be able to give him the correct answer.

"Alright," Hermione said. "What are the three most crucial ingredients in a forgetfulness potion?"

Ron stopped sorting through his cards, his eyes raising only for a moment. "I forgot," He said just above a whisper.

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow. "What do you think Snape will say when you tell him you 'forgot?'"

The ginger haired boy gave (Y/N) a rather irritated look. "Well, why don't you tell me what it is, then?"

From where he sat, Harry laughed, but he wouldn't meet Ron's gaze when he looked his way. (Y/N) simply leaned forward, all too pleased for a chance to prove her smarts.

"Lethe river water, mistletoe berries, and Valerian sprigs," She answered, feeling particularly smug.

Harry laughed yet again and it seemed like Ron had enough. "What's so funny?"

"He thinks it's funny you tried to outsmart (Y/N) with potions." Hermione answered for him, smiling herself at the idea. "Everyone knows that's what she's best at. Besides, Ron, what do you plan to do when forgetfulness potion comes up on the exam?"

He shrugged his shoulders, sorting through his cards once more. "Copy off (Y/N), I suppose,"

"No you won't!" Said Hermione. (Y/N) hardly cared as much as Hermione. In fact, she was flattered that Ron would deem her work reliable enough to cheat off of. "Besides," Hermione continued. "According to Professor McGonagall, we are to be given special quills bewitched with an Anti-Cheating spell."

Ron threw a card down on the table. "That's insulting! It's as if they don't trust us!"

Just then, Neville Longbottom arrived at the Great Hall. He hopped straight down the aisles, drawing the attention of everyone he passed. Some students laughed at him while others simply watched in confusion.

"Leg-Locker curse?" Ron questioned.

With a knowing look and the expression of vague annoyance, Harry turned to his friend. "Malfoy,"

Neville hopped all the way to where (Y/N) and her friends sat, bringing all of the attention with him. (Y/N) looked to the boys legs, thinking that if it really was Draco's doing, that he was much more skilled with jinxes than she thought.

"You have got to start standing up for yourself, Neville." Ron said.

"How?" Neville almost fell over himself. "I can hardly stand at all!"

Seamus rose from his seat beside (Y/N), his wand held bravely in the air. (Y/N) knew it meant nothing but trouble. "I'll do the counter curse!" He exclaimed, looking more excited than worried for the well-being of his friend.

"No! That's all I need!" Neville backed away as best as he could. "You to set my bloody kneecaps on fire!"

"Uh oh," (Y/N) muttered, turning her attention back to her charms notes.

Just as she did so, Seamus slammed his wand on the table. "I don't appreciate the insinuation, Longbottom!" He looked to (Y/N) and her friends, who hadn't said a single word about Seamus' capabilities. "Besides, if anyone cared to notice, my eyebrows have completely grown back!" He pointed to his forehead, his eyebrows being a sure sign of his progress throughout the weeks. Then, Seamus stormed off, taking his trustee wand with him. On the back of his head, there was quite a large patch of hair missing, no doubt from a mishap of a spell of his.

(Y/N) stifled a laugh as she watched him go, but just then, Harry hurriedly shoved on of his cards into Ron's hands. "I found him!" He'd passed Ron one of his many Albus Dumbledore cards. She recalled his frustration each time he received one with his chocolate frogs; they seemed to be the easiest ones to find.

Ron began to read what was written on the back. "'Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945--'"

"Go on!" Harry urged.

"'For the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon blood and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel!"

From the corner of her eye, (Y/N) caught sight of Hermione hurriedly packing up her things. She recognized the look in her eye; she had an idea. (Y/N) hurried to pack up her things, as well.

"I knew the name sounded familiar." Said Harry. "I read it on the train that day."

Just as (Y/N) finished putting her notes away, Hermione stood from the table, already starting towards the exit. "Follow me!"

The boys exchanged a look as (Y/N) followed after Hermione. Even as she hurried away, she could hear Ron speaking to Harry in a quiet voice. "How did they do that? (Y/N) started packing before Hermione even said anything!"

They reconvened in the library, sitting together at a table while they waited for Hermione to return with a book. The library was full with students trying to study for their finals, so it was nearly silent. There were a few whispers among study groups and professors helping their students, but besides that and the rustling of parchment, there wasn't any noise. (Y/N) found it to be more unsettling than anything else and hoped that when exams were through, Hogwarts would return to its usual cheerful existence.

Soon enough, Hermione returned with a book nearly as big as her. She dropped it harshly on the table, creating a loud thud and bringing lots of unwanted attention their way. Harry hurried to grab his book out of the way and Ron nearly jumped out of his skin. (Y/N) sent Hermione an annoyed look--certainly she could've been more considerate--but before she knew it, the girl sat down and began to speak.

"I had you looking in the wrong section! How could I be so stupid?" She rolled her eyes at the very idea. "I checked this out weeks ago for a bit of light reading--"

"You call this light?" Ron picked up the book and let it fall heavily back into place.

Hermione gave him an annoyed glare. Then she flipped through the pages looking for anything to aid in their search. "Of course! Here it is: 'Nicolas Flamel is the only known maker of the Philosophers Stone!'"

(Y/N)'d heard all about the Philosophers Stone at home, for after she and Draco stumbled upon its existence in a dusty old book one rainy afternoon, they were fascinated with its alleged capabilities. After all, the idea of turning any metal into gold is legendary, especially in a home filled with metals all around. And, they thought eternal life might be fun; they'd be able to be kids forever! Then (Y/N) reminded Draco that they would never get to go to Hogwarts, and they quickly changed their minds.

However, it seemed Harry and Ron weren't as familiar with the stone. "The what?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Honestly, don't you two read?"

"Draco and I used to talk about it all the time!" (Y/N) said. "It turns metals to gold and can make you immortal."

"Immortal?" Repeated Ron.

Hermione looked up at him. "It means you never die."

"I know what it means!"

Harry hushed them and turned his attention back to (Y/N) to see if she had anything else to say. She nodded in gratitude before continuing. "There's only one stone, and I remember reading it's with its creator."

"Flamel?" Said Ron. "Well there's no chance getting it, then. He's not gonna give that up."

"Don't you see?" Hermione interjected. "That's what Fluffy's guarding on the third floor, that's what's under the floor! The Philosopher's Stone!"