[It is snowy in daytime, Harry is out in a main courtyard, bundled up, with Hedwig on his arm. He stops and she lifts off, soaring away into the sky. As the time passed when she returns, it is now spring time.]

Harry: Hi, Hedwig.
Hedwig has just flown down to the table where Harry, Ron, Y/N and Hermoine are studying

Hermione: Look at you playing with your cards. Pathetic! We've got final exams coming up soon.

Ron: I'm ready! Ask me any question.

Hermione: All right, what are the three most crucial ingredients in a Forgetfulness Potion?

Ron: ...I forgot.

Y/N: Lethe River Water, mistletoe berries, and Valerian sprigs.

Y/N says nonchalant.

Hermione: And what, may I ask, do you plan to do if this comes up in the final exam?

Ron: Copy off you?

Hermione: No, you won't! Besides, according to Professor McGonagall, we're to be given special quills bewitched with an anti-cheating spell.

Ron: That's insulting! It's as if they don't trust us!

Y/N: Or its because you're an idiot.

Just then, Neville Longbottom comes hopping into the Great Hall with his legs stuck together as the other students laugh at him.

Ron: Leg-Locker Curse?

Harry: Malfoy.

Neville approaches them amidst laughter from the other students

Ron: You have got to start standing up to people, Neville.

Neville: [wobbling uncontrollably] How? I can barely stand at all

!Seamus: [jumping up, wand at the ready] I'll do the counter-curse!Neville

Longbottom: No, that's all I need... you to set my bloody kneecaps on fire!

Seamus: [slamming his wand down angrily] I don't appreciate the insinuation, Longbottom. Besides, if anyone cares to notice, my eyebrows have completely grown back!

Y/N: I give it 20 minutes before you blow your eyebrows and your hair off.

Seamus then stalks off angrily, showing a large chunk of hair missing from the back of his head.

Y/N: Nevermind it seems you already have.

Harry: I found him! [hands Ron a Chocolate Frog card of Dumbledore]

Ron: 'Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the Dark" Wizard Grindelwald in 1945-'Harry: Go on.Ron: '-for his discovery of the 12 uses of Dragon Blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner Nicolas Flamel!'

Y/N: You remember that but can't remember simple ingredients to a potion

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

Hermione: [beaming excitedly] Follow me![the four first year tears out of the Great Hall, leaving poor Neville still flailing around]

Neville Longbottom: Hey, wait, where are you going? What about the counter-curse?! [before he can say another word he topples over backwards, the other students start laughing.]

Hermione: I had you looking in the wrong section! How could I be so stupid? Y/N and I checked this out a few weeks ago for a bit of light reading.

Ron: This is light?

Hermione: Of course! Here it is! [as she reads the description in the page] "Nicholas Flamel is the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone!"

Ron and Harry: The what?

Hermione: Honestly, don't you two read? "The Philosopher's Stone is a legendary substance with astonishing powers. It will turn any metal into pure gold and produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker immortal."

Ron: Immortal?

Y/N: It means you'll never die.

Ron: I know what it means!

Harry: Shh!

Hermione: "The only stone currently in existence belongs to Mr. Nicholas Flamel, the noted alchemist, who last year celebrated his 665th birthday!" That's what Fluffy's guarding on the 3rd floor. That's what's under the trapdoor...the Philosopher's Stone!

They all look at each other in concern. It is nighttime in the castle grounds, Hermione, Y/N, Ron and Harry are running across to Hagrid's hut. They knock on the door and Hagrid, who is wearing an apron and oven mitts, opens it from the inside.

Harry: Hagrid!

He begins to close the door

All four: We know about the Philosopher's Stone!

Hagrid opens the door again

Hagrid: Oh.

They all come into Hagrid's hut.

Harry: We think Snape's trying to steal it.

Hagrid: Snape? Blimey, Harry, you're not still on about him, are you?

Y/N:[to Hagrid] I try telling them this lot but it's like talking to a Muggle brick wall

Harry: Hagrid, we know he's after the Stone. We just don't know why.

Hagrid: Snape is one of the teachers protecting the Stone! He's not about to steal it!

Harry: What?

Hagrid: You heard. Right. Come on, now, I'm a bit preoccupied today.Harry: Wait a minute.

Ron soon sees Hagrid's boar-hound Fang, who sniffs him.

Harry: One of the teachers?

Hermione: [whilst sitting in a large chair] Of course! There are other things defending the Stone, aren't there? Spells, enchantments.

Hagrid: That's right. Waste of bloody time, if you ask me.

Hermione looks at Ron, who is still being sniffed in the face by Fang. Finally Ron shuffles away.

Hagrid: Ain't no one gonna get past Fluffy. Hehe, not a soul knows how. Except for me and Dumbledore. I shouldn't have told you that. I shouldn't have told you that.

A cauldron over a fire begins to rattle.

Hagrid: Oh! Hagrid hurries over and grabs something] Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!

He places it on the table. It was an egg. The group crowds around.

Harry: Uh, Hagrid, what exactly is that?
Hagrid: That? It's a ... its um...

Ron: I know what that is! But Hagrid, how did you get one?

Hagrid: I won it. Off a stranger I met down at a pub. Seemed quite glad to be rid off it, as a matter of fact.

Y/N: I doubt that you'd need something like that Hagrid, it'll be much bigger than you in a year.

The egg rattles and cracks open as pieces fly off; a small baby dragon emerges. It squeaks and slips on an egg piece.

Hermione: Is that...a dragon?

Ron: That's not just a dragon. That's a Norwegian Ridgeback! My brother Charlie works with these in Romania.

Hagrid: Isn't he beautiful? Oh. Bless him, look. He knows his mummy. Hehe. Hallo, Norbert.

The dragon squeaks as it looks at Hagrid.

Harry: Norbert?: Yeah, well, he's got to have a name, doesn't he? [Ron laughs] Don't you, Norbert? [he raises fingers back and forth across Norbert's chin] Dededede.

Norbert backs away, until he hiccups and blast a small fireball into Hagrid's beard.

Hagrid: Ohh! [he quickly pats out the smolders in his beard] Oooh, ooh, ooh, well...he'll have to be trained up a bit, of course. [Norbert hiccups. Hagrid sees someone looking in the window.] Who's that? [It turns out to be Draco Malfoy, who scampers away.]

Harry: Malfoy.

Hagrid: Oh, dear.