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Disclaimer - I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER...I, however, do own Rosie Thomas...Rosie is mine and if you so much as even attempt to steal her you will have to face my fiery wrath of wrathyness...heh

There's a lot of dialogue in this chappy so beware...


Chapter 9

Nicolas Flamel

The holidays were now over and Hermione was back and grumpier than ever. She went completely berserk when she found out that we had snuck out again, roaming around the schools and even more so at harry, who had gone out three nights in a row. However, she was more disappointed that we hadn't at least found out who Nicolas Flamel was. I had pretty much given up hope of ever finding Flamel in a library book but Harry was pretty darn sure he'd read the name somewhere.

Unfortunately, for me, once the terms started we were back to skimming through books for at least ten minutes during our breaks. Harry had even less time than the rest of us because Quidditch practice had started again which meant I had to help him with his homework...again. Infact, wood had been going absolutely quidditch crazy, forcing Harry and the team to practise in the rain and snow all because he was desperate to beat the Slytherin's once and for all. I wasn't against that, not at all, but I was a little worried for him especially when I found who was refereeing the Quidditch match when Harry came back from Practise, soaking wet as usual.


Ron and Hermione were playing chess against each other while I was reading a book on how to de-gnome your garden. I didn't really want to know but I liked the little illustrations but when Hermione or Ron would ask I simply used the excuse of 'Nicky might be in here'...even though I know he obviously was not (I think Hermione knew that too judging by the amused smile plasterd on her face). When Harry came strutting into the common room soaking wet I immediately dropped my illustrated book, which landed on the floor with a large clunk, and giggled at the expression on his face. It was hard not to.

"Ron..." I began trying to get his attention to the completely horrified look on our usually happy Harry. I know I will never forget that look, ever. Not even if I wanted to.

"Don't talk to me for a moment," said Ron when Harry plopped down next to him, "I need to concen—" He caught sight of Harry's face and couldn't help but exclaim "What's the matter with you? You look terrible!"

"Thanks" Harry replied before beckoning us forward to tell us of Snape's sudden, sinister desire to be a Quidditch referee.

"Don't play," Hermione exclaimed at once, looking at Harry worriedly.

"Say you're ill," Ron suggested.

"Pretend to break your leg," I beamed, thinking I had a wonderful idea, while stretching my arms out like a cat.

"Really break your leg," Ron added, giving me a high five behind Hermione's back before picking his nose. One word, gross.

"I can't," said Harry. "There isn't a reserve Seeker. If I back out, Gryffindor can't play at all."

"I could become the reserve seeker" I replied, again thinking that I had an amazingly brilliant idea.

"You could but then who'll replace you?" Ron added.

"Yeah, and can you even play Quidditch?" Harry continued, giving me a completely puzzled look.

"Well...not exactly I've never been given the chance to but...well...err...besides, Snape loves me and...er...if I became the replacement Seeker then...oh who am I kidding! I'll suck, sorry Harry" I threw my hands up in surrender before shuffling closer to the fire and away from the wettness that is Harry Potter.

"No worries Ro—" Harry stopped speaking halfway for at that moment Neville toppled into the common room. How he had managed to climb through the portrait hole was a mystery to me, for his legs had been stuck together with what appeared to be a the Leg-locker Curse. Poor Neville must have had to bunny hop all the way up to Gryffindor tower.

I let out a small giggle, while everyone else was rolling around laughing, and with a flick of my wand I performed the countercurse. Neville's legs sprang apart and he got to his feet, trembling.

"What happened?" Hermione asked him, helping me lead him over to sit with Harry and Ron, who still chuckling over the incident.

"Malfoy," said Neville shakily. "I met him outside the library. He said he'd been looking for someone to practice that one."

"That bastard!" I exclaimed loudly, the anger was obviously present in my eyes for Neville backed away slightly. "Sorry Nev"

"Go to Professor McGonagall!" Hermione urged Neville, "Report him!" she continued but Neville simply shook his head.

"I don't want more trouble," He mumbled.

"You've got to stand up to him, Neville!" said Ron. "He's used to walking all over people, but that's no reason to lie down in front of him and make it easier." I couldn't help but notice that Ron's hair looks like it's on fire when he's sitting near the fire on nder direct sunlight, it made me wonder if my hair ever looked like that, but then again my hair is more of an auburny-brown than full on ginger like Ron and the other Weasleys. It appears to be getting darker much like my father's but it still has my mothers waves and auburn-ness.

"There's no need to tell me I'm not brave enough to be in Gryffindor, Malfoy's already done that!" Neville choked out.

"You are brave enough Neville, if you weren't then you wouldn't be here" I grinned, giving him a soft peck on the cheek making him blush and stutter a little bit, while harry felt in the pocket of his robes and pulled out a Chocolate frog.

"You're worth twelve of Malfoy," Harry said as he handed him the frog. "The sorting Hat chose you for Gryffindor, didn't it?" Neville nodded. "And where's Malfoy? In stinking Slytherin!" I watched from the side as Neville's lips twitched in a weak smile as he unwrapped his chocolate, wishing so desperately that I hadn't eaten my sweets from Seamus and Dean all in one day. That way I wouldn't be pining after Neville's chocolate, for he needed it far more than I did.

"Thanks, Harry...I think I'll go to bed...D'you want the card, you collect them, d-don't you?" Neville asked before flinging the card at Harry and walking away. He never even gave Harry a chance to reply, quite funny if you ask me.

"Dumbledore again," he sighed, "He was the first one I ever—" and then he gasped, his mouth hung open in shock as he stared down at the card before looking me right in the eyes. His emerald green orbs were glowing with so much excitement and happiness that I felt as if were about explode. It was as if my heart were running a marathon and was in no doubt going to land first place.

"I've found him!" He whispered excitedly. I averted my gaze from his eyes to the floor and willed my heart to stop beating so fast and the blush, that was slowly creeping onto my facial features, to evaporate.

"Who, Dumbledore? Anyone could find him..."I muttered slightly confused as to why he was so excited over the Hogwarts headmaster. Sure, our headmaster may be the greatest wizard alive but if we wanted to we could pop up by his office for afternoon tea and biscuits if we so desired.

"Not him silly, Flamel! I told you I'd read the name somewhere before, I read it on the train coming here— listen to this: 'Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel!" Hermione jumped to her feet while I sat there dumbfounded, taking in all the new information. I don't believe that she had looked so excited since we'd gotten our marks back for our very first piece of homework.

"Stay there!" she said, and she sprinted up the stairs to the girls' dormitories. Harry and Ron barely had time to exchange mystified looks before she was dashing back, an enormous old book in her arms...and when I say enormous, I mean enormous.

"I never thought to look in here!" she whispered excitedly. "I got this out of the library weeks ago for a bit of light reading."

"Light" Said Ron, causing me to giggle, but Hermione told him to be quiet until she'd looked something up, and started flicking frantically through the pages, muttering to herself until she finally found what she was looking for.

"I knew it! I knew it"

"Are we allowed to speak yet?" Said Ron grumpily, I just ignored him and listened to what Hermione was about to say. I had to admit, I was very curious. Curriosity, according to McGonogall, is something I had inherrited, again, from my mother. Apparently she was a terribly curious person and her curiosity got her into all sort of trouble with her friends. The more that I thought about it the more I realised that I was practically a clone of my mother. Maybe Snape knew my mother. Could that have been why he was so nice to me? I would just have to write that possibility in my little black diary.

"Nicholas Flamel," she whispered dramatically, "is the only know maker of the Sorcerer's Stone!" I guess this didn't have quite the effect she'd expected because I hadn't a bloody clue to what she was speaking about.

"The what?" the three of us exclaimed in unison.

"Oh, honestly, don't you three read? Look – read that, there" She pushed the book towards us, and I read: The ancient study of alchemy is concerned with the making the Sorcerer's Stone a legendary substance with astonishing powers. The stone will transform any metal into pure gold. It also produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker immortal.

There have been many reports of the Sorcerer's Stone over the centuries, but the only Stone currently in existence belongs to Mr. Nicolas Flamel, the noted alchemist and opera lover. Mr. Flamel, who celebrated his six hundred and sixty-fifth birthday last year, enjoys a quiet life in Devon with his wife, Perenelle (six hundred and fifty-eight).

"See." said Hermione, when we had finished reading. "The dog must be guarding Flamel's Sorcerer's Stone! I bet he asked Dumbledore to keep it safe for him, because they're friends and he knew someone was after it, that's why he wanted the Stone moved out of Gringotts!"

"A stone that makes gold and stops you from ever dying!" said Harry. "No wonder Snape's after it! Anyone would want it."

"I wouldn't" I mumbled under my breath but no one heard me.

"And no wonder we couldn't find Flamel in that Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry," said Ron. "He's not exactly recent if he's six hundred and sixty-five, is he."


"This class is so boring, shouldn't we be...oh I dunno, fighting bad guys or actually learning how to physically defend ourselves?" I asked Harry while copying down different ways of treating werewolf bites.

"Yes, but we need this stuff too Rosie. For example, what would you do if you were bit by a werewolf?" Hermione asked; her Quill pointed in my face like a Microphone in a Muggle interview.

"Scream"

"Why?" The funny thing about this was that Hermione looked genuinely confused by my answer, which had to be the most obvious thing in the world (my answer not Hermione's confusion).

"Why'd ya think Hermione? It'd bloody hurt now wouldn't it!" I giggled before skipping up to the front of the class and handed in my work to be corrected, holding my breath all the way. As I stood there watching professor garlic breath correct my work I tried my hardest not to yelp out in my pain due to the burning sensation in my side where my scar currently resided. It always got worse whenever I was around him but I just assumed it didn't like him, which may seem ridiculous now but to me, at the time, it made complete and utter sense. Either that or I was allergic to him, I wouldn't be surprised seeing as I am practically allergic to everything.

"V-very well d-d-done Miss Thomas, f-five point's t-to Gryff-findor" He said with a smile which looked more like a grimace, a very ugly grimace that did not suit his face at all. Infact, I don't seem to think anything could make his face look more pleasant to look at other than Professor Snape.

"Sure, thankyou professor Ga—Quirrel" I took my work from him and made my back down to Hermione, biting my lip and silently hoping he hadn't noticed my slip up. That would be a dissaster.

"Hey, Rosie, what would you do if you had the stone?" Ron asked me as I sat down.

"Smash it, you?" I grinned at the horrified look on Ron's face. "What? You asked!"

"Whatever, I'd buy my very own Quidditch team," He said in a dream-like trance. Yeah...as if that were going to happen. The day that Ron owned a Quidditch team would be the day I proclaimed my undying love for Malfoy which would never, ever happen unless I had been under the imperious curse or a love spell or something along those lines.

"I'm going to play," Harry blurted out suddenly making Hermione, Ron and I all turn to him with identical 'Huh?' looks. "If I don't, all the Slytherin's will think I'm just too scared to face Snape. I'll show them...it'll really wipe the smiles off their faces if we win."

"Just as long as we're not wiping you off the field," said Hermione.

"Yeah, that'd be a bit off a mess" I agreed only to get a purely horrified look from Hermione. Ok, maybe I didn't need to say that but I just had to...if you know what I mean. At least I got a chuckle out of Ron.


"Now don't forget, it's Locomotor Mortis," Hermione muttered as Ron slipped his wand up his sleeve. We were currently standing in the Quidditch stands waiting for Harry's match to begin. I was cold, wet and utterly bored. Artie hadn't been visiting me as much as he used to but I could see him hovering over near the forbidden forest like he was keeping an eye out for danger or something.

"I don't think I could even if I wanted to Hermione" I replied with a cheeky wink before slipping my wand up my robe much like Ron had. It was a little bit longer than his I believed and heavier too, not that it meant anything. I still hadn't told them my wand core yet and i'm sure i'd want to considering the hillarious look Ron gets whenever he hears my wand 'hissing' at him.

"I know I know...Don't Nag" He snapped at Hermione before turning to me. "I've never seen Snape look so mean," Ron said, pointing towards a rather aggravated Snape. "Look -they're off Ouch!" Someone had poked Ron in the back of the head and it wasn't me...for once.

"Oh, sorry Weasley, didn't see you there." Malfoy grinned broadly at Crabbe and Goyle, his two personal trolls. "Wonder how long Potter's going to stay on his broom this time. Anyone want a bet? What about you, Weasley." Ron didn't answer; Snape had just awarded Hufflepuff a penalty because George Weasley had hit a Bludger at him which was stupid seeing that was the whole point.

"Malfoy, don't be an ass" I snarled before turning back to Harry who was circling the field looking for the Snitch. As much as I love Quidditch I just wanted this match to get over and done with so I could get back to avoiding Malfoy and have a nice, hot, warm bath.

"You know how I think they choose people for the Gryffindor team." said Malfoy loudly a few minutes later, as Snape awarded Hufflepuff another penalty for no reason at all. "Its people they feel sorry for. See, there's Potter, who's got no parents, then there's the Weasleys, who've got no money - you should be on the team, Longbottom, you've got no brains." Neville went bright red but turned in his seat to face Malfoy.

"I'm worth twelve of you, Malfoy," he stammered, I clapped Neville gently on the back before turning to Malfoy to glower at him some more.

"You tell him, Neville."

"Longbottom, if brains were gold you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something." He really was pushing my buttons, just as I was about yo snap and punch him right in the face Hermione's voice brought me back to reality.

"Rosie! Ron!" said Hermione suddenly, "Harry-"

"What?"

"Where?" I looked over to the field only to gasp at the sight of Harry doing a spectacular dive, streaking toward the ground like a bullet. My heart beat rose dramatically and the only thought that was running through my mind was 'don't die, don't die, don't die'.

"You're in luck, Weasley, Potter's obviously spotted some money on the ground!" said Malfoy. That was it, I had snapped. And I wasn't the only one.

Before Malfoy could even blink, Ron and I were on top of him, wrestling to the ground. Soon we were joined by a rather reluctant Neville. While I was pounding Malfoy like a punchbag Crabbe crept behind me and grabbed me by the back of my robes, but I span around and some how managed to kick him in the face causing him to stumble backward and release his hold on me so he could clutch his, now bleeding, nose. The strangest thing was I didn't even feel the slightest bit sorry for the guy and that scared me. That scared me so much. I then turned just in time to kick Goyle in the gutt before he could hurt Neville any further. The poor guy, Neville, looked as if he were about to pass out.

"Rosie! Ron! Where the devil are you two?"Hermione's voice came from above me. I picked myself up off the ground and decided to give Ron and Neville the honour of beating the rest of the crap out of that slimy git and his two not-so-smart bodyguards.

"What is it Hermione?" I asked her only to be tackled by the frizzy brunette into a large hug. She was squealing and jumping up and down like a crazy person making me feel slightly nautious.

"Harry's won! We've won! Gryffindor is in the lead!" shrieked Hermione, dancing up and down on her seat and letting go of me only to hug Parvati Patil in the row in front.

"Yay!" I grinned, before joining in Hermione's little celebration dance with a dance of my own. I loved to dance. Dancing is fun.


"Harry, where have you been?" Hermione squeaked, clutching onto my arm tightly. If she held it any tighter it would surely fall off.

"We won! You won! We won!" Ron and I shouted at the same time, Ron thumping Harry on the back while I, after detatching Hermione's vice grp on my arm, gave him a massive hug much like the one Hermione gave me earlier. "And I gave Malfoy a black eye, and Neville tried to take on Crabbe and Goyle single-handed"

"Oi! Vhat about me!" I exclaimed, mock glaring at Ron.

"Yeah, you should have seen her. One minute Crabbe was gripping hold of her neck and BAM!" His loud use of words caused me to squeak and grip hold of Harry a little too tightly. "Crabbe was sporting a bloody nose, a black eye and crying like a right baby." I laughed at Ron's dramaticness and Harry's surprised look before sighing.

"I stopped as soon as I found out we won leaving poor Nev to take on both...he's still out cold but Madam Pomfrey says he'll be all right" I was growing rather fond of Neville. He was like the cute little brother I never had. I often wished I had a brother but No, instead I had to be stuck with a disgusting, ugly step-brother who has been constantly trying to shove his tongue down me throat ever since the day we met.

"Everyone's waiting for you in the common room, we're having a party, Fred, George and Rosie stole some cakes and stuff from the kitchens."

"We didn't steal them, we simply...borrowed them"

"Never mind that now," said Harry breathlessly. "Let's find an empty room; you wait 'til you hear this..." He made sure Peeves wasn't inside before shutting the door. Once it was shut and we were sure that no one could hear anything, he proceeded to tell us everything he had seen and heard...which was a lot.

"So we were right, it is the Sorcerer's Stone, and Snape's trying to force Quirrell to help him get it. He asked if he knew how to get past Fluffy - and he said something about Quirrell's 'hocus pocuss- I reckon there are other things guarding the stone apart from Fluffy, loads of enchantments, probably, and Quirrell would have done some anti-Dark Arts spell that Snape needs to break through -"

"So you mean the Stone's only safe as long as Quirrell stands up to Snape." said Hermione in alarm.

"It'll be gone by next Tuesday," said Ron.

"I like tuesdays" and with that, our converstation was over and we made our way back to the common room for our mini celebration.


I know that was a lot of dialogue and stuff but I hope I didn't bore you too much.

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