We went on with our days like this; studying anywhere there was space, trying to get Harry and Ron to come with us any time we could, and me sometimes sneaking off in the evening to hang out with Fred and George both to pull a prank and to study for their exams. Harry was still worried about You-know-who and Snape and the stone, but I did my best to ignore him and his crazy ideas. One night when we were studying he asked me why I wasn’t concerned at all and I told him that my parents trusted Dumbledore the first time so I’ll trust him now to keep the stone and us safe. Harry seemed frustrated by my answer, but didn’t ask me about it again.