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Chapter Two

The new alchemy teacher was certainly... different.

For One, he dressed like Michael Jackson.

He even had the top hat.

Unfortunately only a few people got the joke when Harry told it to them, as most of his classmates had grown up in the wizarding world and had no idea who Michael Jackson even was.

And two, he barely taught them any alchemy at all.

At the beginning of the year, he had given them a brief introduction to what alchemy was, and then assigned memorizing the periodic table as homework, telling them to come to him and recite it as soon as they had it down.

There wasn't any due date.

During their class periods, he would recount war stories.

These were quite disturbing.

He described every death in perfect detail, and talked about the beautiful sound his explosions made when mixed with the screams of Ishvalans.

Harry was pretty sure he gave most of the younger students nightmares.

He shook himself out of his thoughts as he arrived at the classroom.

"Ah, hello students," Professor Kimblee said with a sinister grin on his face when they walked through the door.

Once everyone had gotten seated, he stood up and walked in front of his desk, clasping his hands behind his back.

"Today we will be talking about something different," He said. "As much as I love recounting my fondest memories, I am expected to teach you at least some alchemy. Today," He said, his grin widening, "We will be talking about the Philosopher's Stone."

He hit his stomach with a hand, and two shiny red rocks fell out of his mouth and into his hand.

"I have been lucky enough to acquire two," He said, holding the stones up for everyone to see.

"Now, these Philosopher's Stones are quite a bit different from the ones you wizards have. These increase alchemical power, allowing you to bypass the law of equivalent exchange, and do almost anything with alchemy."

Hermione raised her hand.

"Yes, miss Granger," Kimblee said.

"Well," she began, "I know that in the wizarding community there was only one stone, and it was destroyed. How many does Amestris have?"

Kimblee thought for a moment.

"I'm not quite sure," He said. "Probably not more than a hundred. Not many people know how to make them."

"Do you know how to make them?"

Kimblee grinned. "Yes," He said. "I do. Would you like to know how they are made?"

The class looked at each other excitedly.

"I'll take that as a yes," Kimblee said.

He walked over to the board and pulled out a piece of chalk. He drew a rather impressive circle on it (Harry had no idea anyone could draw a perfect circle freehanded) and added a few shapes in it.

"This is more or less the transmutation circle used to create the stones," Kimblee said, gesturing to the board. "However, this is not the exact circle, as I doubt Dumbledore would be very happy if you could make philosopher's stones. Now, who knows the basic principle of alchemy?"

Hermione's hand shot up.

"Yes?"

"Equivalent exchange," She answered at once.

"Correct," said Kimblee. "So, what could the ingredients be to create a philosopher's stone?"

There was silence.

"Why," Kimblee said, a grin forming on his face, "Human souls, of course."

As they walked out of the classroom, Harry felt sick to his stomach.

"Do you think they actually do that?" Ron asked, his face a bit green.

"I- I don't know," said Hermione. "He didn't really seem like he was joking, but we all know what a sick sense of humor he has..."

"I wonder if that's how Nicholas Flamel made his stone," Harry said. "And if Dumbledore knew about it."

Hermione shook her head. "I don't think so... he said that our version of the stone is different from Amestris's, remember?"

Harry sighed. "I hope so. Anyway, let's just hope Malfoy doesn't get any ideas..."

"Harry, he's only in sixth year. He's not going to be able to figure out how to make a stone."

"Yeah, but there's always the possibility he's a Death Eater. He could report it to Voldemort."

"I don't think that's very likely, Harry," Hermione said as she watched Draco Malfoy walk past them with a grin on his face.

A/N- So, there's the second one. I wasn't very happy with this one, and kept going back and editing it, but I didn't want to keep you guys waiting any longer. Leave a review saying what you thought!

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