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Next chapter people! Yay! So remember, Ron wont be put in a good light in this fanfic and it shows in this chapter! Now the Sorcerers Stone is first mentioned in here and the whole thing with it is going to be way different from canon okay? anyway, enjoy!

Chapter Ten

"Do you wonder why Harry and Ron keep coming to the library?" I asked Hermione as we sat, working on our Charms essay.

"I know why." Hermione said casually and I looked at her in shock. "I overheard them talking. Not very quiet, those two."

"Well?"

"When Harry and Ron went to fight Malfoy, we ran into a Cerberus. It was standing on a trapped door. Apparently the two went to Hagrid who said it was guarding something that belonged to Nicholas Flamel. They keep trying to research him." Hermione shrugged. "Oh and they think Professor Snape is trying to steal it."

"Well that's ridiculous. Just because he's unpleasant doesn't mean he's trying to steal something heavily guarded by a three headed dog." I tapped my chin.

"I know that look, what are you trying to remember?"

"I recognize the name, Nicholas Flamel. I just can't remember from where." I kept thinking until I gasped and dug through my bag. I pulled out a large book. "There is some Charms information in here that Professor Flitwick recommended. I checked this out a few weeks ago. Look."

I pointed to a section which she read. She looked up with wide eyes. "The Sorcerer's Stone? That's amazing! Living for six hundred and sixty-five years!"

"I wonder why they think Professor Snape is after it."

Hermione had a sudden expression of realization before whispering to me. "Maybe someone is after it. Not Professor Snape, but someone else."

"Who?"

"Professor Quirell!" I snorted and she gave me an irritated glare before continuing. "I'm perspective, you know that, and I've noticed that Professor Quirell seems a little too jumpy. I also walked past his classroom and heard weird talking. It was almost curfew so I was curious and poked my head in. I heard him say 'I'm sorry master' and then, a hiss like voice that returned with 'you are pathetic'."

"'Master'? I wonder what that means. But how does that involve the stone?"

"Well, why would the trapped door be guarded like that? They're nervous someone will steal it and I have a big feeling that is going to be Professor Quirell!"

"What should we do?"

"Tell a teacher?"

"No, they don't listen. Let's work on an idea during break, though you won't be here. Along with Lavender and Parvati." I pouted. "I'll be all alone!"

"You'll have Fred and George." Hermione said and I sighed.

"Hey, let's not let Harry and Ron see this book. I'll keep it on me until we know what to do."

"Okay." Hermione smiled as we went back to our essay.

I tossed and turned in my bed in the empty dorm room. It was Christmas Eve and I couldn't sleep. I knew why. I've never been alone on Christmas Eve. Yeah, Fred and George were here but in a different dorm. Also I had that dream of mum dying again.

"Calm down, Emily." Zuzza hissed from where she was curled up under a shirt on my side table. I had almost rolled over on her once when sleeping so now she slept there during the night.

"Sorry, can't sleep."

Eventually the sun started pinking the sky and I knew I needed to get up. I was exhausted until I saw the small pile of presents at the foot of my bed. I grinned and grabbed the first one. It was from Mrs. Weasley. It contained a light blue sweater with the letter E on it. Tears entered my eyes as I set it aside and looked through the other thing she sent, a box of oatmeal raisin cookies. I also had something from Hermione. A book full of Disney stories which caused my grin to become wider. Hagrid had made me a wooden frame with a moving picture of…my mum.

I found this in a box in my hut. Your mum was always kind to me so I saved some things, hope you like it.

-Hagrid

Tears entered my eyes again as I gently touched the picture of my mum, in a Gryffindor uniform, holding a puppy version of Hagrids boar hound, Fang, and laughing. I gently set it aside to find a present from Fred, a box of dungbombs and some Biting Frisbees. Fred had explained to me the different prank items there were. Then there was George's present, a light blue messenger bag. Light blue was my favorite color. Inside was a note.

Thought of you when I saw this in Hogsmeade. It never tears and is bottomless so all that boring book reading you do can be portable. Have fun with it.

-George

I rolled my eyes but grinned. Harry had given me a card which only said Happy Christmas. Prat. Lavender and Parvati sent a combined gift of a book on hair care spells. I shook my head in amusement. The last one was hidden slightly under my bed.

Your mother left this in my possession until you started Hogwarts. Please cherish it.

There was no name and I frowned before opening the box. It was a gold locket. Inside was a picture of mum and dad and on the other side was engraved. For our little one.

Tears fell down my cheeks as I looked at the locket.

"You coming downstairs anytime soon?"

"Yeah, I'll be down in a minute."

"Okay, bring your presents!"

"Roger that."

I got dressed and put on my new sweater, put the locket around my neck, my Disney and hair charm book, box of pranks from Fred, the picture, and Mrs. Weasleys cookies into the messenger bag. Zuzza hissed a good bye before I headed down stairs. Harry and Ron were talking in a corner, looking over a cloak. George bounded over and led me to the couch where Fred was sitting.

"Hey, you got a Weasley sweater too! Mum makes then every year. Harry got one too." Fred said. "What treat did she pack?"

"Oatmeal raisin cookies."

"Did you like the dungbombs and Frisbees?"

"Of course. And I like the bag, George."

"Yeah, well…"

"What else did you get?" Fred asked excitedly.

"I got a book of Disney stories from Hermione. They include the ones I tell you. I also got a hair care book from Lavender and Parvati." I rolled my eyes before realizing there was only two more, both had caused tears.

"What else?"

My heart clenched as I took out the picture frame. "Hagrids gift."

"Was it a flute, like Harry?" Harry and Ron looked over when they heard his name but I ignored them.

"No, it was a picture." Fred looked at me expectantly. "Of my mum, when she was here, holding Fang when he was a puppy. And this locket has a picture of mum and dad."

Before George and Fred could speak, Harry did. "Wait, you got stuff about mum and dad?"

"Yeah."

"Why didn't I? All I got was a wooden flute." He held up a beautifully carved flute.

"I wouldn't complain, it looks beautiful." I said but he seemed not to agree.

"And who gave you the locket?"

"All it said was that mum left it in their possession until I started Hogwarts and to cherish it."

"All I got was a cloak from that same person. That's seriously not fair. I wish I had a picture of them."

I shrugged when suddenly Ron had pulled off my locket.

"Here Harry."

It was silent, so silent you could hear a pin drop. I stared at Ron who was holding my now broken locket. Even Harry looked surprised. I didn't say a thing. I didn't yell, I didn't hit, and I did nothing violent. All I did was grab my bag with the presents and walk out of the common room. I kept walking, until my tears blurred my vision and I had to sit on a stone bench.

"Emily."

"Leave me alone."

"I can't."

"Just because we're soul mates and all that junk doesn't mean you cant leave me alone."

"I don't want to leave you alone." His voice was soft in my head and I sighed.

"Well I do."

It was silent and I thought he had decided to, when someone was sitting next to me a minute later. He opened my hand and placed the broken locket in it before closing my hand. I didn't looked at him. Not even when his arm went around my waist like Halloween. I also refused to cry. I wouldn't show weakness anymore.

"Crying doesn't show weakness." He told me quietly.

"How would you know?" I whispered and he sighed.

"Guys cry too. They just don't admit it."

I opened my hand and looked at the locket, its chain broken so I couldn't wear it again. Tears entered my eyes as I looked at it.

"Why are people mean?"

"I don't know. Just to let you know, when you left, Fred tackled Ron and let's just say, it looked like he had been in a room with a Bludger. Fred's also writing to mum." George frowned. "Of course, Ron saw nothing wrong with what he did. He just wanted Harry to have a picture of his parents."

"What did Harry do?"

"Stayed quiet the whole time. Didn't say a thing." I sighed and he looked over. "It's going to be okay."

I wished I could believe that.

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Yeah, see, bad Ron. I didn't know what Emily should get so I made her get stuff about her parents and George is such a great guy to comfort her. Read and Review!