Sorry I haven't updated this story in so long, I've been focusing on my other stories but i will try to update all of them.

Not 1 book.

Not one single book has something about Nicolas Flamel. Its like his name has been wiped from all the records. Even Hermione can't seem to find him anywhere. She has got a plan though. I doubt that I'll be going home for the holidays; well I guess I'll never know but it'll be a miracle if I do.

Anyway, if I'm staying here then we'll have a perfect opportunity to sneak into the restricted section. Surely there's something in there.
I'm royally confused right now anyway. Both Quirrel and Snape were muttering a curse when harry fell from his broom. The suspicions I have on Professor Quirrel weren't dropped when Snape took me to his office the other night. They're both equally suspects of my suspicions. What they're up to be a different story.

"Hey hazel, thought I'd find you here." Hermione walked up behind me and tapped my shoulder. I veered around to see her carrying a huge pile of books.

"Is there a test I should know about?" I asked, as Hermione dropped her books on a near table.

"No, just a little light reading." Light? If that's light reading, what's heavy reading? Is there a time that Hermione isn't holding a stack of books? "Still looking for Nicholas Flamel? We probably won't find him here. If Hagrid felt that guilty for leaking his name, I doubt his information will be leaked to any old student."

"I know, I just thought I'd check anyway."

"You know everyone's talking about how you heroically saved Harry last week."

"Yeh but your the one who really saved him. That was pretty awesome. Setting Snape's cloak on fire like that." Hermione blushed, like she usually did if you complimented her.

"We should probably get back to the common room, it's getting late." She muttered, turning and leaving the library. She left the books she was carrying on the table, I thought I should shout to her that she left them, but I really can't be bothered. I'll just take them up to the common room myself.

I placed the book I was sifting through back onto the shelf in the F section. There where no books under the name flamel.

Suddenly, I heard a gaggle of familiar voices. As I rounded a corner with the massive pile of books in my hand, I spotted my twin Draco, sitting on a table and talking with his friends Crabbe and Goyle. He'd been Fuming since I made the Gryffindor quiddich team and he didn't.

I wish they could go back to how they were before I was sorted into this house. I like all my new friends, nut he was my best friend for 11 long years. It's hard to just forget all of that.

Might as well try, we'll never be like we where before. Not now I'm a 'blood traitor' as dad likes to call them.

I walked out of the library, out of sight behind Hermione's 'Light reading'. And headed down the corridor, but as I did, someone crashed strait into me and the books went flying. I fell to the ground and looked up at who had rammed me over, ready to give them a piece of my mind. But I was surprised to see professor Quirrel, lying sprawled on the floor opposite me.

"Oh! S-s-sorry m-ms Malfoy." He said, finding his footing and holding his turban protectively, as if the crown jewels were inside. "W-wasn't looking where I w-was going."

Watch where your going Quirrel! That was my face!

Was that the weird voice again? It definitely came from his turban.

"Professor? There seems to be something living in your turban." I stated, slowly picking up Hermione's books, which now where open and creased all over the corridor. As I looked up, I noticed that Quirrel's face was red and his arms where shaking.

"N-no I a-assure you m-ms Malfoy. M-my turban is p-p-p-perfectly n-normal." Suspicious.

You ruddy idiot! She knows! Dispose of her!

"Well, if I must say, your making rather hard to hide it!" Quirrel yelled at his own head, completely dropping his stutter.

I realized these weren't my suspicions anymore. He really IS hiding something. Dispose of me? No way!

I quickly dropped the books I had just picked up and fled the scene, grinning maniacally at my discovery.

"No! Stop!" As I turned I saw the Professor pull his wand out of his belt and aim it at my head, but I turned a corner and left him standing wand outstretched in the corridor.

I ran all the way into the entrance hall and up the stairs, heading for the Gryffindor common room. As I made it there, I yelled;

"Cabort draconus!"

Still grinning I burst into the common room, to see countless heads turn to see who had made the commotion, but I headed strait into the girl's dorm to find Hermione. I had to tell her all about Quirrel. My suspicions were right!