First Few Crippled Defences

Crynn POV

So, the Third Floor Corridor, I'm finally here. Grinning just a tad bit madly, I walked in the corridor. I don't think it's truly appropriate to judge the corridor as a 'corridor', if you'd like to describe it, it looks more like a large room or opening of some kind. Of course lets not forget the groaning 3 headed dog sleeping in the corner.

"It seems they went in already," I gazed at the middle of the room, a wooden trapdoor could be seen leading to darkness. It's wide open, enough to fit three teenagers at the same time. Ok, so Devil's Snare huh. Devil's Snare is a plant that will strangle alive if not treated carefully and thankfully, I now just the right way to deal with it.

I opened my briefcase quietly, really quietly for fear of the massive Cerberus in the distance waking up. Like seriously who names a scary Cerberus, Fluffy, an oaf that is, no offense Hagrid. I took out something that will help me against both the dark and the Devil's Snare. If you guessed fire, you're wrong. if you guessed a flashlight, you win a grand prize of nothing.

I grabbed the flashlight, closed the briefcase and walked ever so slowly towards the open trapdoor. The three kids should at least have some decency in closing the door when entering a room. Golden Trio, tch, more like rude trio. The most polite of the bunch must be Harry, I truly pity him for befriending Ron Weasley, Harry should've been in Slytherin. (A.N : I'm a Harry in Slytherin fan)

Well, I'm not a Ron hater or anything but you gotta realize that Ron's a bit insensitive which is a total understatement. Alright we're getting off track, where am I then. Ah, right the trapdoor. I peered down through the opening and spotted a mess of roots, soft green branches and lots of vines.

Taking a deep breath, 'I can do this!' I ready myself and jumped down onto the soft branches in a rather comfortable landing per say. I quickly switched the light on and pointed it on the slowly strangling vines, and as my calculation the vines loosen and I fell through gracefully on my two feet.

Ok, first challenge done, Pomona Sprout's got nothing on me! I'm now in a small cave opening, built inside the castle. I've successfully entered Hogwarts' underground chambers. Gathering myself while placing the flashlight back into the briefcase, I proceeded forward through a cave entrance and would you look at that, a wide towering cylindrical built-in chamber, coupled with the flying keys, it only served to further beautify the aesthetics of the place.

Well thankfully I won't have to do any lockpicking when the door's so obviously left open by the careless trio. "What's next, Chess Room?" I murmured to myself entering through the door in a really big chamber with dust flying in the air, slightly clouding the huge room. Focused on the scenery and not on the things at hand, I found myself surprised hearing a small voice. I looked everywhere before settling on a giant not yet dead chess piece.

I seriously forgot that Ron and Hermione just laid and sat there after Harry ventured further in. I think that in the book, Hermione first solved the Potions' Puzzle before going back to the Chess Room to tend to Ron. Snapped out of my thoughts by the same small voice, I found myself walking and gazing at the exhausted girl laying down on the chess piece's legs. Even while young, she's still the ever growing beauty, no buck teeth like the novels though.

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Hermione POV

(A.N : IDK British Accent so I'm just going to try my best for the British here)

'Circe's Tits I'm exhausted,' if you knew me from before Hogwarts then you'd know that I'm the ever discipline language-woman meaning no curses but ever since I landed a foot in this mess, cursing is just inevitable.

I currently lay beside my maybe-friend Ron Weasley, he's a right git by the way, he'd be considered a bully if he had been schooled in a muggle school. The Potions' Puzzle is solved and Harry went in, I worry about my bestfriend, but then again what's the worse that can happen right?

I just want to sleep right now, I closed my eyes imagining what it'd be like if I hadn't been a witch. Yep, I'd figure that being a witch should be better than being any muggle right. I suddenly opened my eyes, hearing the sound of subtle footsteps, I opened arched my mouth slightly upwards, a teacher must have arrived. "Anyone there," I said in a small voice.

I hear footsteps approaching but in the end, it turns out to not be a teacher but a face I find familiar, where have I seen it before. I gazed upwards towards the man, wearing a clean muggle suit a sword strapped to his waist and the wide fedora he's wearing and lets not forget the briefcase he's holding, what an odd appearance if I say so myself.

Seeing him just staring at me with unblinking eyes, I felt weirdly exposed and frustrated. I forced out a small, "Hello?" it sounded more question than a greeting. The man seemed to blink and stare blankly for a few seconds before finally reacting with a hand to his chin and clearing his throat. He opened his mouth for a second, "I'm here to protect the stone on behalf of Dumbledore,"

I'm a lit bit surprised, Dumbledore sent this man? He must be capable then. "Why would Dumbledore sent you?" I asked a question, it may be a bit rude questioning the man but there's no trouble in just making sure. "Oh! Dumbledore is called to the Ministry and not being able to be here guarding the stone himself, he sent me in return, ahem lets just say that I'm an acquaintance of Nicholas Flamel."

Now that clearly is something I'd like to be hearing, I'm now sure that this man must be here to protect the stone, I quickly shouted out, "Then you must hurry, Professor Snape's out for the stone," my tone is almost hysteric but something must be done. I stared silently at the man, he seemed still, unaffected and absolutely unsurprised.

"I'm afraid you're wrong, Professor Snape is a man whom put his heart in protecting the stone really seriously, to truly know who did it, you must look deeper than the deep," he said in deep wisdom and I find the tone somewhat arrogant. "Then who is out for the stone?" I asked, I clearly saw Professor Snape jinxing Harry's broom, if not him, who is?

"I'm afraid that I've wasted too much time here, how about we go together and I'll show you who's the real thief," The man stretched his hand downwards towards me as if expecting that I'll grab it. Which he's correct, I grabbed the hand and stood up. "Ready to go?" I nodded and swayed for a bit before finally regaining my balance and energy.

"My name's Hermione, shouldn't you introduce yourself?"

"You can just call me, Mr. C."