My invisibility cloak lay un used at the bottom of my wardrobe the whole Christmas holidays and they had been so fun; we even managed to prepare to prank the Slytherin common room. I eat a chocolate frog and take out the card. Dumbledore again, wait but I found Nicholas Flame! I grab a book that I got from the library.
I ran to the Gryffindor common room and Hermione was scanning the same book as I.
''Nicholas Flamel,'' I whisper dramatically with Hermione,'' Is the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone!''
Shannon gasps and falls off her seat backwards, earning a few laughs from the surrounding kids. Harry and Ron both asked in sync. ''The what?''
Shannon had her eyes open in excitement. I could feel it pulsating through my veins.
''Oh honestly, don't you two read? Look- read that there.''
She pushed the book towards them and I read it out:
'' The ancient study of alchemy is concerned with making the Philosopher'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 Philosopher's Stone over the centuries, but the only Stone currently in existence belongs to Mr Nicholas 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). '' I say.
''See?'' Says Hermione when I had finished reading. ''The dog must be guarding Flamel's Philosophers 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 stop's you ever dying!'' Harry gasped. ''No wonder Snape's after it! Anyone would want it.''
''And no wonder we couldn't find Flamel in that study of Recent Developments in Wizardry.'' Ron explains.'' He's not exactly recent if he's six hundred and sixty five, is he?''
''I think that it's Quirrel after the stone. Quirrel was muttering and cursing the broom, he was making total eye contact! Let me say this. Quirrel's putting up an act! We have to see through his act and not trust him! Trust me!'' I say, in total disbelief.
''Rubbish!'' Hermione, Harry, Ron and Shannon all laugh. I look at them with an expression of mingled fear, helpfulness and anger on my face.
''Don't be ridiculous. Quirrel's too much of a wimp. '' Ron sniggers and I fold my arms in anger.
''Yeah right.'' I mutter.
Me, Ron and Hermione wished Harry a good luck and Shannon was flirting openly with Blaise Zabini. He was laughing at all her awful jokes and he shot me a look that said help.
''Shannon! Harry wants a word!'' I call and now it's Harry that looks helplessly at me now.
''make something up.'' I whisper.
''Yeah?!'' She asks.
''Um, I wanted to advise you about using curses on Malfoy- make sure you try your hardest.''
''Oh yeah.'' She cackled evilly. I smirk. We all walk to the stands and we see Dumbledore standing up on a stand and Snape seems to be refereeing. Ron, Hermione and Shannon had been practising the leg locker curse- Locomorter Motis. They were ready to curse Snape if needed. I would curse Quirrel I think savagely.
''Look their off! Ouch!''
Someone had poked Ronald in the back of the head. It was Malfoy.
''Oh, sorry, Weasley didn't see you there.''
Malfoy broadly grinned at Crabbe and Goyole.
''May need to get your eyesight checked. You may be colouring blind. Everyone can see a bright red.'' I say brightly. Crabbe punches me in the eye and I yelp and fall backwards into Blaise. My reward for my comeback is a black eye. How charming.
''Wonder how long Potter's going to stay on his broom this time? Anyone wanna bet? What about you, Weasley?''
''I'll bet until the match is finished and time for an amazing victory lap. As long as he wants to stay on his broom, he will!'' I say proudly, Blaise helps me up. Malfoy looks and smirks at me.
''Really now?'' He sneers, looking at my eye. ''Who punched you?''
''Crabbe.'' I sneer. Then punch Crabbe back, he stumbles back clutching his nose.
''Busted your conk as Peeves would say!'' I laugh. Malfoy looks like he's trying to hide a chuckle. I frown at him and his usual arrogant sneer is back upon his face.
Snape had just awarded Hufflepuff a penalty because George Weasley had just hit a Bludger at him.
''You know how I think they chose people for the Gryffindor team? It's people they feel sorry for. See there's Potter, who's got no parents, then there's the Weasley's who've got no money- You should be on the team, Longbottom, you've got no brains.'' Malfoy says loudly.
''Oh! Tell you who should be on the team then!'' I shout, everyone looks.
''Who then?'' He asks, smirking inquisitively at me.
''You. You're so arrogant and filthy stinking rich that it's ruined you. And you're a Slytherin. Everyone feels sorry for them, except Blaise because he's my friend.'' I say. He looks at me with wide eyes.
''And you should be on the team because you're a know it all who has no family!''
''You know my family. It's your family's secret!'' I say, putting my hands on my hips, blushing furiously. I'm too loyal and I will not let him insult my friends. I will not take this lying down.
''Well I'm simply saying Longbottom has no brains.''
Neville went a brighter red still and turned to face Malfoy.
''I'm worth twelve of you Malfoy,'' He stammered.
''Oh yeah! Go Neville!'' I cheer.
Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyole howl with laughter and I kick Crabbe again, just for the fun of it. He stands towering over me and I stomp on his foot as hard as I can and he falls over crying.
''Wimp!'' I snigger.
''You tell him Neville.'' Ron mumbles, not taking his eyes off the game.
''Longbottom, if brains were gold then you'd be poorer than Weasley and that's saying something.''
Ron looked livid. He was on the edge of attacking Malfoy. I don't think he would though.
''I'm warning you, Malfoy- on more word.'' Ron warns but Hermione breaks the tense atsmousthere.
''Ron! Kat! Look! Harry!''
''What? Where?''
Harry had then dove spectacularly, gasps and cheers from the crowd arose. Like a bullet from an air rifle. So fast like a falcon.
''You're in luck, Weasley, Potters obviously spotted some money on the ground!'' Said Malfoy.
Ron snaps. He dives onto Malfoy, punching every bit of slime that his hands could reach. Neville hesitated but then climbed over the back of his seat to help.
''COME ON HARRY!'' Hermione screamed, not even paying attention or acknowledging the fact that Malfoy and Ron were wrestling each over under the seats. Not even the yelps and whirl of fists that were Crabbe, Neville and Goyole. I planted several kicks at Malfoy at the back of his neck then Crabbe, then Goyole. Malfoy punched me and it sent my flying towards the back of a few seats and I gasped as I was winded. I stretched and pulled a muscle. I kicked Crabbe and Goyole, especially hard; I had learnt to throw my leg up hard and strong in ballet. I received a nosebleed from Malfoy. Shannon was smirking at us all. I yelled in triumph as I helped knock Crabbe and Goyole out by jumping from the seat above and doing a karate kick in the air. I felt rather sorry for Malfoy, but he got what he deserved.
''I've always wanted to do that!'' I squeal, grinning. Blood was pouring from my nose and Ron had won the fight between Malfoy and him and Malfoy was whimpering in the corner. Harry dove and caught the snitch holding it in his hand up in the air. We had won!
''You got what you deserved you filthy pureblood slime bag.'' I sneer and jump up on a chair.
''GO HARRY! WOO! GRYFFINDOR WON! GO GO GRYFFINDOR! OSH! OH YEAH! BEAT DAT HUFFLEPUFF!'' I cry everyone looks at me. So just for my reputations sake. ''RAVENCLAW WILL BE BETTER THOUGH! HELL YEAH!'' I cry and a huge cheer from the Ravenclaw stands come.
No one could ever remember a snitch being caught so quickly. All the Gryffindor's and me, ran down to Harry to cheer for him.
Ron and me cheer together through heavy nosebleeds.
''Who did that?''
''Malfoy.'' I answer to Harry's question
''I never thought Malfoy would punch a girl.''
''I would, honestly, I kicked him several times. It was my own fault.'' I snigger, remembering his reaction. We disappeared off to the Gryffindor common room, after I showed them a few secret passages me, Fred and George had discovered. They were amazed.
''Harry! Where have you been?'' Hermione squeaked.
''We won! You won! We won!'' Shouted Ron, thumping Harry on the back. ''And I gave Malfoy a black eye, Kathy was amazing and gave him a kick at the back of the neck. Though she did get a few harsh swings from Malfoy, she also help knock Crabbe and Goyole out for several hours, even if Neville is still out cold. Talk about showing Slytherin! Everyone's waiting for you in the common room, we're having a party, Fred and George stole some cakes and stuff from the kitchens!''
''Never mind that now but Kathy are you okay.'' He says as the place in which in my heart is positioned pained me and I screamed, I couldn't breathe and I felt very faint and woozy all of a sudden. I gasped for air and the pain stopped as I took another huge gasp for air. I placed my hand on my heart. I slump against the nearest wall.
''Kathy, are you okay?''
''I think so.'' I say to Ron's question. Harry lends a hand and I lean against the wall and against Ron. Ron blushes a bright red colour. I laugh. Harry then told us what he'd seen. (If you've read Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone). I gasp. ''You don't understand it-''
''So we were right, it is the Philosophers Stone, and Snape's trying to force Quirrel to help him get it. He asked if he knew how to get past Fluffy- and he said something about Quirrel's ''hocus pocus''- I reckon there are other things guarding the stone apart from Fluffy, loads of enchantments probably. Plus Quirrel would've done some anti- Dark Arts spell which Snape needs to break through-''
''So you mean the Stone's only safe as long as Quirrel stands up to Snape?'' Said Hermione in alarm, I thought Hermione might of figured it out with me properly.
''It'll be gone by next Tuesday.'' Says Ron. I smirk and shake my head.