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Hushed whispers and somber moans haunted the room. The scuffling of feet nearby could be heard, but no one could be seen in the dimly lit chamber. Destiny rubbed her eyes as she tried to adjust her eyes to the light faster. Blurry dark spots danced across her vision. She strained to hear the fast paced chanting and the soft voices in the air. Where was she?

Orange-yellow torches gave the room a soft glow. A cool wind brushed her cheeks and she shivered, rubbing her arms up and down her shoulders. Goosebumps ran up and down her arms although she attempted to stay warm. The stone floor felt like jagged glass against her bare feet. Destiny blindly felt around for her wand, but she found none. All of a sudden, her fears magnified greatly.

Her eyes grew wide and panicked, despite her effort to calm herself. She was sensitive to the slightest of sounds. Destiny felt something on her leg and let out a strangled shriek, shaking her leg insanely. Her hand flew up to her mouth as she realized it was simply a small black spider. Her chest heaved and without a second thought, she crushed the spider into a unnoticeable splatter.

Glaring down disgustedly at her now filthy hand, Destiny reluctantly wiped off the spider residue on her sleeve. Incoherent mumbles filled the room, and Destiny looked up wildly, once again, she saw no one. Her thoughts were puzzled as she ran a hand through her knotted hair. Why was she even here? Was this is a dream? She didn't remember leaving the dormitory.

A terrifying hiss filled the room, and her heart almost stopped in shock. It grew louder, and louder until she had to cover her ears so she would not hear the awful sound. The bracelet on her wrist began to sway vigorously, although there was no breeze in the room. The glass charms clinked against each other violently, each noise sounding like clashing rocks. Before she could make any move to save it, the glass star charm she had acquired shattered into a thousand pieces.

Her breath caught in her throat and her hands trembled frantically. Her voice quaked as she whispered, "Lumos."

Her hand glowed faintly for a second, and a small ball of light sprung from it. The bright sphere of light hovered over her hand like a candle. She thrust out her hand, searching for anybody that could be there. Destiny heard an eerie rasping voice that grew louder with each breath she took. She heard no footsteps, but she could hear the whispers getting closer and closer.

She whipped head around, her blonde locks slapping her in the face has she tried to look for the owner of the terrible voice. The ball of light she held disappeared. Her blood was pounding in her head and her heart was beating out of her chest. Destiny licked her lips, trying to get rid of the unusual dryness. Her gaze darted around and she jumped at the slightest sound. Was she just imagining things?

"Give it to me."

Destiny bit down on her tongue, hard, to prevent the startled scream from escaping her mouth. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, and she swallowed painfully. She definitely wasn't imagining it. The voice was like nails against a chalkboard.

"Tell me where it is."

The voice was deadly, and the most awful thing she had heard. Her blood turned to ice and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. What did it want? She certainly didn't have it.

Destiny whimpered softly, "Please, let me go."

"Give me what's rightfully mine and I may consider it."

She held in a frustrated groan, "I don't even know what you want." Destiny paused, before her eyes grew determined. "Besides, this is a dream. You cannot order me around in my own dream."

The voice let out a dangerous laugh that succeeded in sending shivers throughout her body.

"Foolish girl." The voice hissed, dripping with malice, "A Seer you may be, but intelligent? I think not."

Destiny frowned. She was neither foolish nor unintelligent. She didn't know whom she was speaking with, or what it wanted with her.

"This may be your dream, but I control it."

She yelped as a circle of flames erupted from the cold stone floor. She stepped back instantly, but not quick enough. Her hands were singed and burnt from the blazing flames.

"So you see? I hope this proves how strong my control cannot leave even if you wanted to." The voice spoke almost gleefully.

"I could keep you in this nightmare forever, and let others think you have slipped into some incurable sleep." It taunted wickedly.

"You will obey my commands, otherwise you shall relieve horrid deaths over and over again, for all eternity. Understand?"

The chilling words frightened Destiny, and she nodded numbly, although she did not know if the voice could see her. Why did it want her to do this? She didn't know what she was doing, or what would happen. Everything was changing and the future was a blur. Clearly there was no escape.

"You will retrieve something I desperately need, and bring it to me. Flamel has kept it from me and I want it back."

"I don't know what it is!" Destiny cried out. The flames rose up brighter and the room seemed to get hotter. They cackled and sparked, and she instinctively took another step back from the searing hot fire.

"So this is how you wish to play this game? Very well then. Your silence has bought you time, but not my patience."

"What do you want?" She whispered in a broken voice. She crouched down into a ball, trying unsuccessfully to block the voice out of her head. It invaded her mind, and all she could hear were the horrifying whispers.

"I request something small, but valuable. It will grant me unlimited power. It will give me a new life."

"I may see the future, but I don't make miracles happen. I cannot grant you a new life." Destiny muttered.

"I am not asking for you to give me a new life. I simply wish for you to retrieve an item that will help me become all powerful. It shouldn't be difficult since it's hidden inside this castle." The voice spat impatiently.

"You still haven't told me what it is." She pointed out.

"I do not need to. You will figure out in due time."

"I can't go searching an entire castle for something if I don't even know what I'm looking for." Destiny protested.

Suddenly, it was silent. Too silent. The whispers stopped abruptly, and even her own breathing ceased. She felt as if there was a chunk of ice settled in the very bottom of her stomach. It sucked out all the warmth from her body. She was scared of what was to come.

"Let me give you an incentive to help spark your enthusiasm." The voice paused, "I will give you five months time to find me what I need, and deliver it to me. But beware; at each month's passing, I shall destroy something dear to you, unless you bring me what I require."

Destiny froze, and the true extent of what could occur heightened her fears. She had too much to lose. "You can't do this!" She screamed. "I won't do this!"

The flames in the room flickered, and then vanished into a wisp of black smoke. Destiny jumped in fright as she was plunged into darkness. She couldn't see anything, and she could only feel the burning pain in her hands.

An ice-cold breath tickled her ear and the insidious voice chuckled darkly.

"How amusing…" It drawled, "You act as if you even have a choice."

Gryffindor Girls' Dormitory [December 1; 7 a.m]

Destiny woke up with a start, her body glued to the sheets with a thin layer of sweat. She inhaled deeply as if this was her first breath of fresh air. Her eyes closed, and she tried to forget the nightmare she just had. It was to no avail. The memory was etched into her mind.

It's okay. She told herself. It was just a dream. It isn't real. No one can hurt you here. Well, except for those wretched people you call dorm mates.

She raised her head to see if any of her dorm mates were awake. Thankfully, they were sound

asleep. She scoffed in her head; as if any Gryffindor would be up this early on a Saturday. Destiny curled her lip into a disgusted sneer at the loud snores and drooling of a sleeping Lavender Brown.

She glared at the red and gold comforter she was engulfed in, wishing it to turn green and silver. Sighing dramatically, she pushed off the offending sheets and stretched in her bed. The cool air of the morning was welcoming and caused her to smile. A small sliver of sunlight shone threw the thick red velvet curtains, and Destiny reached as far she could without moving from her bed, to push them aside.

She froze suddenly, and in turn, fell down from her bed due to the unbalanced weight. She groaned as her elbow slammed onto the wooden floor. The charms on her bracelet clinked, but with one charm less. One missing star charm.

Her eyes widened in horror as her gaze travelled up her wrist to her hands. She bit her tongue to keep from screaming. Vicious angry burns covered her hands along with red and white blisters. Destiny could feel herself hyperventilating and she willed herself to take deep, calming breaths.

How did it get there? She already knew the answer to that. Destiny shook her head vigorously, praying over and over that it wouldn't be true. The air licked at the open blisters, and Destiny winced.

This was real. Someone was hunting her down. Her body turned frozen as the realization came crashing down on her. If the dream was real…then so was the threat that came along with it. There were many things dear to her, and she couldn't risk losing any of them. What if she lost Hadrian? What if she lost her mother? Destiny didn't know what she would do without them. Neglecting the threat was not an option.

If someone was controlling her dreams like this, then they could do it again. They were not only controlling her dreams, but also her life. She gripped her arm tightly. Soon the voice might be able to control her own head. It would be like an unbreakable imperious curse. Destiny shuddered at the thought.

She stared at the burns on her hands. If someone noticed them, they would become suspicious. Destiny looked around for her wand, and thankfully she saw it on her bedside table. She grabbed it and tried to cast a simple healing spell to heal the raw skin. Narcissa had personally taught it to her. But her thoughts turned panicked as nothing happened. Not even a spark or a glow formed.

Destiny whispered, "Accio robes." The periwinkle casual robes flew into her hands, and left Destiny utterly confused. Her wand worked just fine, so why wasn't the spell working? She tried the spell again with much more urgency. Once again, nothing happened. The burns couldn't be healed with magic, Destiny concluded. The room suddenly grew much colder.

There was no way she could go to the hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey would ask too many questions. She had to tell someone though. Then it clicked, 'Hadrian'! Of course he would know what to do. Destiny quickly jumped up from her bed, clutching the robes to her chest. If anyone knew what to do, it would be Hadrian. She glanced down at her red hands one last time, and settled for casting a simple glamour charm over them. The pain was still very much there, but at least it would be concealed from curious eyes.

Hogwarts Library [8 a.m]

"Hello everyone."

Hadrian looked up from his dark arts lesson that Bella had sent him. He was met with the startling blue eyes of Destiny and he smiled. But it quickly turned into a frown as he looked closer at her face. Something was wrong.

There were various responses and mumbled greetings through the thick haze of sleep. Neville sneezed from the dust of the books surrounding them. They were in an almost forgotten part of the library, where no one ever went. Hermione sure hadn't forgotten about this part of the library, and in fact suggested that they meet here in the mornings before breakfast.

"Hadrian, I need to talk to you." Destiny spoke, almost frantically. Hadrian stood up automatically, and grabbed her hand to lead them somewhere else. Destiny let out a piercing cry of pain. It was so sharp that even the small table of studious Ravenclaws that was sitting nearby could hear it. Thankfully, they were the only other group present in the library at this time.

Hadrian instantly dropped her hand, as if it pained him. He whirled around and looked her in the eye. "What's wrong."

Destiny sighed and looked around for wandering eyes, before thrusting her hands in front of Hadrian's face, "Look at my hands!"

Hadrian's precise gaze swept over every inch of her hands. "I don't see anything." He concluded.

Destiny rolled her eyes, and silently removed the glamour spell. "Now do you see?"

Hadrian cocked his head to the side, and glanced at her hands once more with a bored eye. He looked up, concerned. "Destiny, are you alright?"

"Finally! I thought you were going blind, it took you so long to see the burn-"

"There's nothing there." Hadrian cut her off.

"What?"

"There's nothi-"

"I know what you said, I'm not deaf." Destiny muttered, staring at her hands with fearful eyes.

"Are you sure you're alright? You seem a bit shaken up." Hadrian commented.

Destiny bit her lip, and glanced at her burnt hands with confusion. They obviously felt painful, and to her they looked red and covered with blisters. But Hadrian couldn't see it.

"There's something wrong. Something is going on." Destiny mumbled to herself. She had to find whatever the voice wanted. No one could help her if they didn't even know what was happening. Hadrian couldn't even help her.

"What was that?" Hadrian asked.

Her head snapped up and met his worried gaze. Destiny cleared her throat, "We need to find something."

Ignoring Hadrian's confused face, she continued. "I had a dream last night and we need to find something that has been hidden in this castle."

He studied her with steely eyes, "What aren't you telling me?"

Destiny inwardly sighed and fiddled with her hands. "Let's just say we have to find it, and find it quick."

Technically it wasn't lying. Just an omission of the truth. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Hadrian would most likely try to kill the voice, instead of looking for whatever it was. She could not tell him why she needed it.

"Fine." Hadrian pursed his lips, "If that's how it's going to be then I'll play along. What do we have to find?"

Destiny huffed, "I don't know."

Hadrian raised an eyebrow. "So you want me to go looking for something, and you don't even know what it is?"

"Look, I'm sure I'll figure it out. All I know is it grants new life and power."

He stilled suddenly. "Perhaps this is what my father is looking for as well. But why do you need it?"

Destiny coughed discreetly. "I don't need it." She paused, "I think the dream had to do with your father. He needs to find something, and his time is running out." She lied smoothly.

Hadrian looked skeptical to accept her reasonings, but he knew he couldn't wave them off either. "What if my father doesn't need our help? I'd rather not be tortured in the dungeons on Christmas day."

"We have to find it, Hadrian. We just have to. Please just listen to me." Destiny pleaded.

"Fine. But are you sure you're alright, Destiny?" Hadrian asked after a moment of silent thinking.

"Just fine." Destiny said, her voice cracking. Something flickered in Hadrian's emerald eyes. He knew she was lying. But just as quick as the shadow covered his eyes, it disappeared without a trace, leaving Destiny to wonder if it was ever there in the first place.

They walked back to the secluded part of the library, and were met with suspicious eyes. Hadrian slid into his spot at the head of the table, and Destiny squeezed in between Daphne and Draco.

"What happened?" Blaise asked, barely glancing up from his charms essay.

Hadrian cleared his throat, "Something priceless is being hidden in the castle, and we need to find it."

Hermione scoffed, "Then what? We just steal it?"

All eyes turned to her, and Hermione swallowed uncomfortably. "What?" She asked nervously, "We aren't really going to steal it, are we?"

"Why else would we be looking for it, mudblood. Stupid twit." Draco muttered, barely concealing his quickly growing anger.

"Malfoy, are you still bitter about how I came in second?" Hermione taunted. Hadrian shook his head, knowing a fight was coming. Ever since the class rankings were posted, Hermione and Draco were at each other's throats. The competition between them was fierce, although Draco tried hard not to let it break his cool facade. Hadrian saw straight through it, and he used every opportunity he could to tease Draco about it.

"Look here bookworm, Malfoys always are number one. I will not lose to anyone," Draco paused, glancing at Hadrian's haughty smirk, "Except for maybe Hadrian." He added reluctantly.

"And I will definitely not lose to some know-it-all filth."

Hermione scowled, "We'll see when the exams come up. When I get a higher ranking than you, you can use one of my spare O's to dry your tears."

"Shut up. Both of you." Daphne snapped. "This sounds serious, and you sound like immature children."

"Thank you, Daphne." Destiny grinned."I was just about to say that."

"Back to what we were discussing," Hadrian began. "There is something in Hogwarts that grants some a new life, and great power. We are going to find it."

"And why should we help you with it?" Neville raised an eyebrow, "What's in it for us?"

Hadrian grinned, "Spoken like a true Slytherin, eh Longbottom?"

Neville smirked, "Of course."

"What is it that we're looking for?" Hermione piped up, leaning back dangerously against her chair.

"That's the thing-"

"We don't know." Destiny explained, cutting Hadrian off. "But I do know it has something to do with Flamel."

"Is that some kind of food?" Neville mumbled.

"No you git! I think it's a person." Destiny replied.

"Flamel…Flamel..I've heard that name before!" Hermione exclaimed. She frowned, "I just can't remember where."

"That helps a lot." Draco scoffed.

"So you want us to go gallivanting around the castle looking for something, when you don't even know what we're looking for?" Blaise rolled his eyes, skeptically.

"Exactly."

"You can't be serious." Neville groaned, looking up from his potions textbook. "I am not about to die, just so you can get some shiny toy."

"Don't be so dramatic Neville!" Destiny snapped.

"I bet it's hidden in the third floor corridor!" Hermione exclaimed. "I mean Dumbledore told us not to go there, so where else could it be?"

"That would be a good place to start." Daphne agreed.

"Why do you even want said thing so desperately?" Draco questioned. Hadrian shot him his I-am-on-a-mission look. Understanding shone on Draco's face and he nodded stiffly.

"I don't get it. If it's something of such 'great value', why would Dumbledore put it in a castle full of children?" Neville pointed out.

"He's a bastard who is willing to risk the lives of hundreds of children?" Blaise suggested.

Hermione looked affronted at the colorful language, "He is our Headmaster, how can you say such things?" She gasped.

"But becoming Headmaster does not make someone a Saint." Destiny reminded her.

"Hermione." Hadrian said turning to face her. His shocking green eyes bore into her dark brown ones, and Hermione found herself admiring the gaze that radiated power.

"You must remember that outward appearances are everything in this world. People will go through great lengths to insure that their true inner self does not shine through their perfectly crafted image. The most admirable people have the darkest secrets."

Hermione blinked, snapping her out of the trance she was in. She swallowed nervously, and nodded. Hadrian was right. He was always right.

"Hermione, Draco do you think you could look through some books for any mention of Flamel?" Destiny asked.

"I have to work with the, mudblood?" Draco groaned.

"No way!" Hermione protested at the same time. She glared at Draco, "We hate each other."

"Get over it already. If anyone can speed through ancient texts, it's you." Blaise huffed.

"I'll get over it when he does." Hermione retorted.

"Well thats not going to happen. So I guess we're stuck this way." Draco smirked.

"You both are so stubborn!" Destiny growled, "I don't care about your extreme hatred. You will work together."

They tried to protest, but were silenced by one deathly look from Hadrian. He surveyed the group for any other objections before opening his mouth to speak.

"Time is a privilege that can be easily taken away. We must work fast if we wish to succeed."

Hogwarts Library [December 18]

"Move your bushy hair!"

"Ow, ow! Quit pulling on it!"

"I'm not pulling! Its stuck around my Slytherin pin- yuck, mudblood germs!"

"Afraid of cooties now Malfoy? Stop moving!"

"I don't want your mudblood filth touching me!"

"How sweet." Hermione mumbled sarcastically, "Hold still!"

There was a small moment of silence, but then, "Ouch! What did you do that for!"

"Don't touch me with your muddy hands!"

"Shut up. Unless you want to stay like this forever, stop pushing me away. I'm just trying to get my hair out of your stupid pin."

"Or I could just cut it off!"

"Don't you dare!" With one forceful tug, Hermione freed her hair from the silver and green Slytherin snake pin.

Her skin was flushed with a mixture of both anger and then, ever so calmly, she grabbed a hair elastic out of her bag and slowly tied her hair up into a neat bun.

Draco watched her with annoyance, "Why couldn't you have tied that nest up before we started? Why couldn't you have brought your own book so we wouldn't have to share!"

"I'm sorry, I don't have a copy of Rare Artifacts of the 12th Century: Volume 6." Hermione muttered. "Where did you even get this book?"

"The restricted section."

"I'm going to guess you snuck in there and just nicked it off the shelves."

"First thing you've gotten right all day." Draco smirked.

"You are insufferable." Hermione hissed, and turned back to skim the book for any sight of Flamel.

After much convincing, the two had agreed to work together, but no one said it had to be a pleasant experience. For the past few weeks, they had checked books upon books, read scrolls upon scrolls. They went through potions, animals, even books about people, but there was no mention of anyone named Flamel.

Draco flipped the page, knowing full well that Hermione was still reading it. He waited for her to explode and flip out. He waited for almost ten seconds, but no reaction. Out of pure curiosity, he turned to face her.

Hermione's face was pale, and she was staring at a small portion of text on the right page. Her fingers shook when she ran it along the page as she was reading.

"I found it." She gasped, pointing to the small picture. "Flamel! Nicholas Flamel!"

Draco rolled his eyes and scanned the paragraph. His eyes grew wider and wider until, "What do you mean you found it? I flipped to the page!"

"So? I actually read it first, therefore I found it."

The two continued to bicker viciously, completely unaware of the current event occurring just across the castle.

Hogwarts's Third Floor Corridor [Same Time]

Neville was panting as he pushed open the heavy wooden door, and quickly shut it as soon as Blaise ran in. They both collapsed against the door gulping the air down their lungs.

"When I graduate, I'm going to murder that cat." Neville groaned, clutching his chest.

"Why wait?" Blaise mumbled as he dropped his head against his knees. "Bloody Filch's cat."

"I need some water." Neville rasped out. "Who knew running around half the castle would be such a pain?"

"I chose this option so there would be less of a hassle." Blaise admitted, "But right now, hanging out with Hermione and Draco seems better than this!"

"Er-Blaise, what's that noise?"

"I didn't want to watch Hermione and Draco kill each other, and I didn't want to go exploring with Hadrian and Destiny. I swear, wherever he goes, there's always danger. So naturally, I went with searching this area. It sounded the most safe, but right now I swear I-"

"Yeah…I definitely do not think this was the safest option." Neville whispered, cutting Blaise off mid-rant. "Look." He pointed forward.

Blaise reluctantly stopped talking and squinted into the dark room. "I don't see any- Oh." He gulped audibly. "Is that..Dear Merlin, why do I always get stuck in these kinds of situations!"

Neville's eyes travelled up the large paw, and he almost jumped back in shock. "Blaise, pinch me if I'm wrong….but does that giant dog have two heads?"

Neville winced when he felt a sharp pinch on his arm. But he was so happy that he was wrong, he didn't even care about the small pain.

"Not two heads…" Blaise paused and his face paled, "Three….It's a three headed dog in Hogwarts! Is the Headmaster insane!" Blaise yelled.

"Blaise ssh, you'll wake it up!" Neville warned. "It wouldn't be here if there wasn't a reason."

He crept closer to the dog, very carefully. Blaise shook his head and tiptoed closer too.

"This is a very bad idea." Blaise hissed. Neville ignored him, and walked around the three headed dog. He stopped abruptly and stared at something on the floor.

"Help me move his paw, I think I found something." Neville whispered,

"No! Are you a complete nutter?" Blaise scowled. The snores of the dog were irritating him to no end.

"Blaise!" Neville snapped, already slowly pushing the large black paw.

Blaise huffed, but began to help Neville anyways. "Just for the record, I think you completely mental."

Together the two of them managed to shove off the massive paw with a series of grunts and groans. They stared wide eyed at what they just uncovered.

"Blimey, it's a trap door!" Neville gasped. "Should we open it?"

Blaise shot him a dirty look, "We didn't just toy with a bloody three headed dog to stare at a door. Open it already."

Neville gripped the ring and pulled the door high enough so they could peer inside. "It's a tunnel." He noted with much less enthusiasm.

"Maybe we should go down there?" Suggested Blaise halfheartedly. Suddenly the room grew quiet, too quiet. Neville and Blaise looked at each other with alarm. The loud snoring had stopped.

Blaise flinched as something cold and slimy dripped onto his shoulder. Neville glanced up and his face turned an odd shade of red. "B-b-blaise…" He stuttered.

They stared into the cold, black, unforgiving eyes of the three headed dog with panic all over their faces. "RUN!" Blaise yelled. The two quickly slammed down the trap door, and scrambled away from the dog baring its sharp canines. They dog pounced, and Blaise and Neville ran as fast as they could out the door.

They pushed on the door, trying to close it in front of the dog's snapping jaws. After some pushing, they finally got it to close. Neville looked like he was going to throw up. Blaise didn't look so good either. He was staring at the milky white slime that coated his shoulder, "I'm drenched with three headed dog slobber!" Blaise moaned with disgust.

"Do you know what we just found?" Neville managed to gasp out. "We have to tell Hadrian! Come on!"

Blaise wearily eyed Neville's retreating form, and he ran to catch up. "The things we do for him." He shook his head with a smile.

Unused Classroom 4th floor [Same Time]

Hadrian, Daphne, and Destiny quietly slipped into the door and into what looked to be, a deserted classroom. Originally they had been on the third floor, but Destiny insisted that they come up here.

Hadrian cautiously pulled out his wand, just in case there was danger lurking nearby. There were several old, dusty desks pushed to the side along with a lone wastebasket. His eyes fell on a large mirror in front of them, and he walked over to investigate. He carefully scanned each surface of the mirror, until he saw a strange inscription at the top.

"Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi" Hadrian read aloud. He furrowed his brows at the puzzling message. Ignoring it for the moment, he stood in front of the mirror.

Instead of seeing his face like he was expecting, he saw and older version of himself standing in front of Riddle Manor. He looked different and everything about him seemed to glow with power. His mirror reflection turned to him and smirked.

He had a familiar looking wand in one hand, and a red rock in the other. Hadrian squinted. A rock? Then the image shifted and he saw himself, Lord Voldemort, Bellatrix, and Destiny sitting by the fire, and opening what looked to be Christmas presents. Hadrian rubbed his eyes..Was his father laughing?

Hadrian leaned forward, until his fingers touched the cold, smooth glass. It snapped him out of his strange trance. "Do you think this mirror shows the future?"

Daphne walked over to him, and touched his shoulder. She looked into the glass, and her eyes widened. Daphne turned to Hadrian and shook her head.

"I show not your face, but your heart's desire." She said. She shrugged at their questing looks. "That's what the message says. It's a mirror that shows your deepest desire."

"What do you see?" Destiny asked.

"I see an older, more powerful version of myself standing in front of Riddle Manor. I think I rule the entire Wizarding World. But then the image changed to you, me, Bella, and my father opening Christmas presents like some happy family." Hadrian said.

"I saw a different version of the wizarding world. I don't know how to explain it, but it looked so real and so much better." Destiny whispered in awe.

They both turned to Daphne expectantly. She noticed their gazes, and blushed a dark shade of pink. "I see myself as Head Girl, holding the house cup." She stuttered.

Destiny looked at her with a knowing smile, and Daphne ducked her head down. Hadrian looked at Destiny, and then at Daphne. He shrugged, 'Girls are always so strange' he thought.

They stared into the mirror once more, but Destiny ordered them to stop otherwise they might drive themselves insane. Together they exited the classroom, and Hadrian took one last look at the mirror that showed his deepest desire. He couldn't decide which one he wanted more.

They walked back down to the third floor in silence. They were all thinking of their deepest desires. And also because they did not want to attract the attention of Peeves, or Mrs. Norris.

The trio turned the corner, not seeing the running pair coming towards them. They crashed into each other, and everyone groaned.

"Blaise? Neville? What are you doing?" Destiny groaned from underneath Blaise. "Get off of me!"

Blaise quickly stood up, and offered his hand to Destiny. She scowled at him and pulled herself up, dusting off her robes. Blaise cleared his throat, "You will never guess what we found."

"Why are you wet?" Daphne asked curiously, staring at his drenched robes.

Neville snickered, "The dog slobbered on him."

Blaise shot Neville a scathing glare, "Shut up."

"I'm sorry, dog? What dog?"

"The three headed one in the restricted third floor corridor!" Both Neville and Blaise exclaimed.

"Keep your voices down, idiots!" Draco called out, walking towards the group with Hermione not far behind. She was, as usual carrying a book. But this one seemed to be a lot larger than any other volume.

"Sorry." Neville at least had the decency to look sheepish. "But you will not believe it. There was a three headed dog insid-"

"Yeah, we get it. I think half the castle heard it. There was a cerberus in the third floor corridor." Hermione cut in impatiently.

Neville huffed, "It wasn't the dog. It was what the dog was guarding."

"A trap door! We looked down it and it was some kind of tunnel. I bet whatever we're looking for is down there." Blaise finished for him.

"Speaking of which, I think we have to find a rock or something. Because we found this mirror that showed our deepest desires, and I was holding this red rock in one of my hands." Hadrian said.

Hermione's eyes widened. She opened up her book and quickly started to flip through the heavy pages. "Did it look like this?" She asked, shoving the book in Hadrian's face.

Hadrian looked at the picture she was pointing to and nodded. "Exactly like that."

Hermione cleared her throat, and started to read. "The Sorcerer's Stone, created by Nicholas Flamel in the early 1300's, can be used to create the Elixir of Life. The Elixir of Life does not make a person immortal, but can give someone an indefinitely extended life. The Sorcerer's Stone also grants the user the power to turn any metal into pure gold."

Draco grinned, "We found it mate."

Hadrian shook his head, "Now we actually have to obtain it."