Chapter 10: We finally Know who the bloody freaking hell is Nicolas Flamel

After that night Harry didn't go back to the mirror, but he didn't tell me why. I just assumed he realized it wasn't real and decided to stop kidding himself. I was just happy he had finally been knocked out of the funk he was in. We were in the library again, looking for Flamel. Or should I say Hermione, Harry, and Ron was. I had basically given up on ever finding out about him. I was actually tempted to ask my father about it. He knew almost every famous wizard nowadays. However, that would be a horrible idea, my father would know something suspicious was going on. And knowing him would probably try and take the thing Fluffy is guarding himself. So while they were searching I was laying on the table near the last shelf. This was the only shelf in this enormous library that we haven't looked at yet. I didn't want to look at another book, I felt like it would make me sick. Little did I know our luck had just changed.

"Guy's how can I be so stupid." Hermione exclaimed reading the book in her hand. We all looked at her hoping our luck had just changed.

Hermione basically pushed me off the table so she could sit down with the book. I sent her a glare before sitting down next to her and Harry.

"Last week I checked this book out for a little bit of light reading." Hermione began. However Ron cut her off.

"This is light?" He exclaimed. The book itself was bigger than the bag that she carried on her back.

"Yes now pay attention." Hermione said rolling her eyes.

I was about to ask her a question, but she shushed me. I swear as much I loved that girl, she could be annoying sometimes.

"Nicolas Flamel is the only known maker of the Philosophers stone." She announced.

She looked upset with our reaction. None of us knew what the heck the Philosopher's Stone was.

"Honestly do any of you read?" She humped before pushing the book towards us.

"Well if I knew what the stone was we would have found about Flamel earlier wouldn't we?" I argued.

"The Philosopher stone is a legendary substance that can change any metal into gold. It also produces the Elixir of Life, which turns the drinker immortal." I read quietly.

"So that's what the dog is guarding." Harry exclaimed, "It makes since anyone would want that, I mean you could live forever and have all the gold you want."

"No wonder we couldn't find him in the modern books," I stated, "He's over six hundred years old."

"Guys we can't let Snape get his hands on this stone." Harry exclaimed, "Imagine what he would do with it."

"Harry I don't think this is the type of thing my Godfather would want to steal. He isn't after money or immortality. So if he is trying to steal it, he wouldn't be stealing it for himself." I stated.

"Still if he is after the stone, it could be disastrous. I mean do you want a slimy git teaching potions forever?" Ron said.

I gave him a glare.

"What he means is, as much as you like your godfather, it could be bad if he got the stone." Harry said trying to calm me down.

"Maybe we should go tell Hagrid, he might be able to help us." Hermione exclaimed.

After classes we ran down to Hagrid's hut. We brought the invisibility cloak with us just in case. When we got there Hagrid didn't look to happy to see us.

"Sorry yeh four, I'm a little busy at the moment. Come back again maybe next week" He rushed about to close the door in our face when we exclaimed "We know about the Philosopher's stone."

"Oh." Hagrid looked a little shocked. "Come in"

His hut felt like it was on fire. It was extremely stuffy. I assumed he was cooking something because he had his fireplace going with his pot over it. I just hoped he wasn't going to offer us some. Hagrid wasn't exactly the best cook.

"Hagrid can we open up a window?" Ron asked using his hand to fan himself.

"Sorry, but we have ter keep the place warm." Hagrid replied.

"We think Snape is trying to steal it." Harry said, getting back to the topic at hand.

"Snape is one of the Professors protecting the stone." Hagrid said not believing that he would steal it

"Wait so does that mean that there are other things protecting the stone?" Hermione asked

"That's right, though it's pretty much useless. Ner one is going to get past Fluffy." Hagrid said proudly, "Not a soul knows, except for me and Dumbledore."

He then looked upset with himself. "I shouldn't have told yeh that." He said

Before any of us could comment, the thing in the pot above the fire began to shake. Hagrid picked it up with oven mitts, but it looked like it still burned a little. The thing he was holding was a giant egg.

"Hagrid what is that?" I asked confused.

Before he could answer Ron cut him off.

"I know what that is, it's a Dragon egg." Ron exclaimed but looked at Hagrid confused, "But how did you get one."

"Yeah dragons are illegal to keep." I chimed in.

"Won it off a guy in the pub, he seemed ter be happy to get rid of it as a matter of fact." Hagrid said.

The egg shook for a few more seconds before it cracked open. A huge ugly baby dragon came out. It kind of looked like a wrinkly old man, but tiny with wings.

"Isn't he beautiful?" Hagrid announced happily.

Beautiful isn't the adjective I would have used to describe it. The dragon slowly walked up to Hagrid.

"Bless his heart, he knows his mommy." Hagrid exclaimed happily.

And at that moment, was when I though Hagrid has finally lost it.

Hagrid named it Norbert and began to scratch it behind its chin. A few seconds later it sneezed and fire came out of its mouth and onto Hagrid's beard.

"Bad Norbert." He exclaimed as he put the fire out with his oven mitts. "He'll have to be trained up of course."

Hagrid looked at the window confused. "Who is that?"

We turned around to see my twin brother run away. I groaned we were going to get into some serious trouble. We walked out of Hagrid's hut, trying to get back to the common room. I was going to threaten to keep Draco's mouth shut tomorrow. After all he already doesn't like me right now, It's not like it can get worse. As we were about to walk up the stairs to get to the portrait hole, something stopped us. A clearing of a throat.

"What do you four think you are doing?" Professor McGonagall voice caused us to stop.

I gulped and face-palmed at our stupidity. We had left the cloak back at Hagrid's hut. We turned to see McGonagall looking at us with a very strict and mad face. Draco was on the side of her smirking like he won a million galleons.

"I would never have believed it of any of you. Mr. Filch says you were up out of bed. It's one o'clock in the morning. Explain yourselves."

It was the first time Hermione had ever failed to answer a teacher's question. She was staring at her slippers, as still as a statue. I was about to open my mouth but no words came out

"I hope you know how serious this whole thing is." McGonagall said, "You five will receive detention."

"I'm sorry professor." Draco started his smirk fell of his face, "I'm sure I heard you wrong. I thought you said the five of us."

"You heard me right." She began, "As noble as your efforts were, you were still out of bed. Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy I thought you had more sense than that. And Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Malfoy, I thought Gryffindor meant more to you than this."

We all looked down ashamed, we couldn't stand seeing McGonagall's disappointed stare. It was way worse than her usual strict one.

"Fifty points will be taken from both houses." She said.

"Fifty?" Harry gasped

We would lose the lead we won in the last Quidditch match.

"Fifty points each," said Professor McGonagall, breathing heavily through her long, pointed nose.

"Professor – please," I began

"You can't -" Harry began.

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do, Potter. Now get back to bed, all of you. I've never been more ashamed of Gryffindor students."

Two hundred points all together we lost for Gryffindor. That put Gryffindor in last place. In one night, they'd ruined any chance Gryffindor had had for the house cup. We all decided to stop meddling in something that didn't concern us.

We all walked into our dorms feeling defeated, none of us speaking a word to each other. One sentence came to my mind.

What have we done?