Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter Series; I just play with it and my imagination. Books and imagination are best friends.

A/N: This chapter is a little longer. Thanks for all the reviews so far! I didn't think so many people would read this! I'm trying to do these posts once a day, but the next chapter might be two days, depending on how much time I have.

In the years to come, Harry would never be more grateful of having Ron and Hermione as friends. In fact, they soon became the best of friends, just shortly after the Halloween incident.

So one day, the trio was casually sitting outside, for it was a hot day in November, a rare sunny day. They were watching Fred and George throwing rocks into the lake, trying to get the giant squid to pull some Slytherins into the lake. So far they had succeeded in getting the squid angry.

"We still haven't found anything about Nicholas Flamel," groaned Hermione.

Harry shrugged, and took out a chocolate frog card. He was hoping to see a sign of Flamel on the cards, but so far had no luck. He opened up the card, but sighed. "It's a Merlin," he said quietly.

"Yes! The squid did it!" exclaimed George, who started to laugh.

He was right. The squid had pulled three Slytherins into the lake, though they came to shore shortly after, grumbling and throwing curses at the twins.

"I wonder if Flamel is even has a chocolate frog card," mumbled Ron.

"He has to. Either that or he is mentioned on one," Hermione replied.

That gave Harry an idea. "What if we need to look in the library? He would surely be in one of the books."

"Perfect! That was exactly what I was thinking, well not exactly. If Flamel is mentioned in a book or chocolate frog card, he has to be mentioned in the book, The Greatest Wizards of All Time. I'll pick it up for some light reading," Hermione grinned.

Ron nodded, "You guys are the bookworms, but I need something to do anyways."

The trio then left their spot in the shade, ignoring the shouts of Filch, angry Slytherins, and George and Fred.

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"Gosh! I can't think of anything," groaned Ron, clearly not having any luck with his homework.

They were working quietly in the Gryffindor Common Room. Harry, who was looking for Flamel, had finished his homework the previous day, since there wasn't any Quidditch practice. Hermione and Ron, on the other hand, had not finished their homework. Hermione, whom had spent yesterday researching for Flamel, was now helping a befuddled Ron, who had spent the last two days working on homework.

It was the last day of term before winter break started, and the sky was covered in thick clouds, while the ground was nowhere to be seen, since it was covered in fluffy snow.

"Honestly, Ronald. It's not that hard. Besides, the questions are quite simple. You just need to concentrate," scolded Hermione.

Harry, who had remained quiet for most of the day, sighed. "Flamel isn't in this book either. It's like he is just simply hiding from us," Harry sighed in his whisper-like voice.

Hermione, who was finished with helping Ron, worked quietly on her homework now. "I know. But he's got to be somewhere, we probably aren't looking in the right section," she replied, before concentrating on her homework.

They worked quietly for the rest of the day, until it was near midnight. Harry, who was slightly tired, decided to go to bed; but Ron and Hermione were still working on homework. Or, Hermione was trying to help Ron on his homework again.

Harry couldn't sleep, though. The wolf instincts Harry had had been cramped up a long time. It was getting closer to January, almost three months had passed. Harry had never gone this long without running about somewhere.

Eventually, after Ron had come up, Harry fell asleep. Although, nightmares crowded his dreams; so when he woke up the next day, he was exhausted.

The next few days passed by in a breeze. The Weasleys hadn't gone home for the holidays, because Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had gone to Romania, to visit Charlie.

Christmas came by like a summer breeze, gently pushing in. Harry woke to a ripping sound, and his heart accelerated for a second. But, he remembered it was Christmas, and looked over at Ron's bed. Ron was quickly unwrapping his presents, but a lumpy package stood in the back.

Harry, who crawled over to his loot of presents, saw that he had the same amount as Ron. This was surprising, since Harry usually got ten presents at Christmas, while Dudley got twenty.

Harry unwrapped his presents: A wolf stuffed animal from Petunia, which was no surprise; fifteen chocolate frogs from Hermione, to help with the search; Muggle candy from Petunia and Hermione; a bunch of other stuff from Hermione, Petunia, Ron, and other people.

Three unfamiliar packages stood out, though. One of them, Harry guessed, was from Mrs. Weasley, judging by the maroon sweater Ron had finally unwrapped. The other two, one from Hagrid, the other not signed. Harry decided to unwrap the present from Hagrid first.

Harry, who saw this was a scrapbook, opened it to the first page. He jumped back, yelped, and transformed in the process. Ron looked up, befuddlement on his face. "What?" he asked Harry.

Ron peered over at the scrapbook, and his jaw dropped open. At the same time, Harry sat on his haunches, and the Weasley twins walked in. "Hello Ron! Hello-" they were cut short as, luckily, the curtains on the bed that belonged to Harry were closed. Harry did a quick transformation back to his human self and put on his clothes. He could only hope his pajamas would be replaced by the house elves he visited occasionally. "I was getting dressed," Harry partially lied.

The rest of the morning went smoothly, however. Harry did indeed get a Weasley sweater, a green one with a snitch on it. Harry looked at the three redheads curiously. They all seemed to shrug, though they went a little pink.

It wasn't until the evening, a long afternoon searching for Flamel, that they opened the last package. "You father left this in my possession before he died. Use it well," Harry read aloud.

Ron shrugged before saying, "What is it?"

Harry ripped open the package, and a silver cloak fell out. Harry quickly put it on and Ron gasped. "That's an invisibility cloak! They're really rare!" Ron managed to say.

Harry looked down at his body, but nothing was there. He almost transformed again, but reminded himself these were one out of three robes he had. Harry grinned to his friend, before quickly saying, "I think I now know how to not be so edgy."

Ron eyed him curiously, but didn't ask. Harry now had the key to having fun at Hogwarts, at night.

The rest of the holidays flew by, and soon term started. Hermione was back, and she was searching harder than ever for Flamel. She still found nothing, though, to her disappointment. Ron had kept up his searches in the library, and Harry had searched his chocolate frogs and was now searching through books at a rapid pace, thanks to his terrific eyesight.

Hermione was cautious about the cloak, but agreed Harry needed to venture out and explore. Bags were a deep, grey line under his eyes and he moved slower than he did when he first came to Hogwarts.

"Pay attention Potter," Snape hissed angrily.

Harry jolted, realizing he just about fell asleep. Hadn't they just gotten to class? But he knew he was wrong. If a night were to come up to go explore, tonight was the night. It was a full moon, and Harry wanted to see the Forbidden Forest.