Alchemist meets Wizards

Disclaimer: No, Nicolas Flamel is not mine. Harry Potter and his crew aren't. The characters whom you recognize aren't mine. How I wish they were, though…

Chapter One

"Aggh!" cried Harry Potter as hot tea was poured on him for the forty-second time. "What the heck is wrong with you, Hermione?"

"It's not intentional now, Harry! There's that eagle owl carrying a package and it's flying towards us. Oh no oh no oh no…" Hermione Granger moaned.

"Hermione, owls aren't Dementors," Ron Weasley said comfortingly.

"Aggh!" Harry said again. The owl had made its dive, straight towards the tea and causing Hermione's hand to pour the tea all over him again for the forty-third time.

"Honestly! What's your problem, owl?" Hermione told the owl, not expecting an answer.

"How come that owl's got no lett-" Ron wasn't able to finish his sentence.

"MR. NICOLAS FLAMEL CORDIALLY INVITES YOU TO HIS SIX HUNDRED SEVENTY-FIRST BIRTHDAY, TO BE HELD AT THE STORE NEXT TO MR. AND MR. WEASLEY'S JOKE SHOP AT 4:30 P.M. SHARP TOMORROW. HE ADVISES YOU TO COME WEARING JEANS AND SHIRT AND NO FORMAL ATTIRES PLEASE. THANK YOU!" the owl screeched and flew away.

"And to think he's cordially inviting us…" Hermione muttered.

"Oh at least we don't have to go to Madam Malkins; to buy some poofy gown and a tight tie and coat!" Harry said.

"I wonder how that would feel when I wear those…" Ron thought dreamily when he imagined himself on a gown.

"Snap out of it, Ron!" Hermione interrupted his dream. "This is an honor! A birthday of a well-known alchemist! And we're even invited!"

"Aww, come on!" Ron said, "It's JUST a birthday of a… six hundred seventy-one year old alchemist!"

"JUST! JUST! Ugh, honestly, you don't know how it feels to be in a high class… oops!" Hermione stopped herself before she could say anything offensive.

Ron rolled his eyes and looked away. He thought, I hate to admit it but Hermione is right, I don't want to argue with her anymore.

"I'm so sorry, Ron, I mean no offense actually… it's just that…" Hermione paused.

"Haha, nah, that's okay!" he did a cancan (by himself) and pranced around the room. "What do we have for dinner?"

"Let me see, pasta, potatoes and bread, yeah that's it," Harry replied.

"What a GREAT DINNER!" Ron squealed, unusually high squeal.

"Is there anything wrong with you? If it's about the thing I said, well I'm VERY SORRY!" Hermione said.

"No, it's okay, it's true that I am well… you know, but now, heck yeah, I'm going to a high 'in wizard standard' class party!" he said, dancing around the room.

"Err.. you wanna have dinner now?" Harry asked them.

Both Hermione and Ron looked at each other and said in unison, "Yes!"

These people are unusually "high" today! Harry thought then shook his head.

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