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"I'm an idiot!" Hermione rushed off to her dorm. Harry and Ron shared a look and a shrug. She came back with a large book.

"I checked this out weeks ago for a bit of light reading." She told them excitedly.

"This is light?" Ron asked skeptically. Hermione scowled. She quickly paged through the book.

"Look, hear. I knew I'd seen the name before. Nicholas Flamel is the only known maker of the Sorcerer's Stone."

"The what?" Harry and Ron chorused.

"Honestly, don't you read?" She asked, shoving the book towards them. They quickly scanned the passage.

"You live forever and you can turn things into gold?" Ron said. "No wonder, Snape wants it."

Luggage bumped against the back of Harry's knees.

"Yes," Harry agreed, "Now how do we keep him from getting it?"

Luggage bumped him again.

"Not now, Luggage." Harry said.

"Well," Ron began, "If we could keep watch on him, and when he goes for the stone, we could intercept him."

"Don't you think we should bring this to a teacher?" Hermione asked determinedly.

Luggage was becoming insistent, but Harry ignored it.

"What," Ron scoffed, "Without any proof? They'd never believe us."

"What we need is a solid pla-AARGH!." Harry said. With a mighty heave, Luggage had knocked him off of his feet.

"What?" Harry asked sharply. The lid parted slightly in a way that could only be interpreted as a grin. Then it flew open to reveal a blood red stone the size of a softball.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were speechless.

"Well, I don't think we need to worry about Snape getting it." Harry finally managed.