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Nicholas Flamel

When the school term started Harry, Lizzie, Hermione and Ron were back to searching book after book for Nicholas Flamel whenever possible. Also, Oliver Wood was even tougher with Quidditch practice. He was working his team harder than ever before. It could drive you insane with all his tactics and strategies. Most of the team swore that Oliver was finally losing it, but some, like Harry, was on Oliver's side. Lizzie was neutral. She also thought Wood was losing it, but she couldn't complain. If they won against Hufflepuff, Gryffindor could overtake Slytherin in the House Championship for the first time in seven years. She wanted to see the Draco's and all the Slytherin's faces and laugh at them.

At first during the term, when Draco and Lizzie passed each other in corridors they would completely ignore each other. Later during the week they started to nod at each other. But it never went any further than that. It was funny to Lizzie because the only time he had ignored her was when he had woken up in his bed last year to find his whole room pink. Everything was pink, from the walls right down to his socks. But even then it didn't last for hours before they started laughing with each other.

Lizzie main source for a distraction was Quidditch practice that kept her mind of Draco. Harry liked the Quidditch practice because he was so tired when he finished that he just collapsed on his cozy bed in his dormitory and have a long dreamless sleep.

One day, during a muddy and complete wet Quidditch practice session, where Wood was getting angry at Fred, George and Lizzie for dive-bombing each other and pretending to fall off their brooms, Wood spilled out something that was good (for Lizzie) but bad for the res the teams.

"Stop messing around!" he shouted at Fred, George and Lizzie, who looked unashamed. "Snape's refereeing this match! What you're doing is going to lose us the match! Snape's going to be looking for any reason to make us lose."

"Hey!" Lizzie shouted indignantly, as Fred and George did actually fall of their brooms this time.

"Snape's refereeing?" George asked with his face covered in mud. It would have actually been funny, if not the seriousness of the situation.

"Lizzie, you have to face the truth! Snape does pick on Gryffindor's, even if they were his goddaughter," Harry told her.

"Well, I guess he won't be fair if we might overtake Slytherin," Lizzie said slowly.

"Exactly," Angelina said, as they all started complaining.

"Then we've just got to make sure we play clean, right?" Lizzie told them all. "Then he won't have any excuse to pick on us."

"I bet he'll find other ways," Fred said darkly.

"Then we'll try our best," Katie Bell said enthusiastically.

"Harry, please try to catch the snitch as soon as possible," George gulped.

Personally, Harry thought Snape wanted to get at him again. He still hadn't forgotten his first Quidditch match where Snape tried to kill him. But Harry did not dare say his thoughts out loud or Lizzie will murder him personally.

After practice they all headed inside into the warm and welcoming castle. Harry and Lizzie quickly made their way towards Ron and Hermione who were playing chess. Hermione was fighting a lost battle in chess.

"How was practice?" Hermione asked after giving up.

They told her everything that had happened. Harry added the part about Snape a little worriedly. Well, you couldn't blame him. To him, Snape loathed him.

"Don't play!" Ron said quickly with a scared face.

"Oh, come on! Snape isn't that bad!" Lizzie reasoned.

"You know what I don't get? Harry asked. "Is that he hates me, probably because I'm a Potter. But he's always known Lizzie was too, but he loves her!"

"Who wouldn't love me?" Lizzie smirked, making Harry ruffle her hair.

"Say you're ill," Ron suggested.

"Pretend you've broken your leg," Hermione also suggested.

"Really break your leg," Ron told him, already forming plans.

"I'll break you leg if you don't play," Lizzie warned him.

"No need for any of that," Harry said miserably. "I can't back out. There isn't a reserve Seeker. So f I don't' play, Gryffindor will have to forfeit."

Ron was now too busy trying to open a Chocolate Frog, but not for long. Lizzie snatched it of him before he could open it.

"Mmmm...I am starving," she moaned.

"Hey, give it back! That's mine!" Ron shouted at her.

But before he could get up, Neville toppled into the common room. It was actually amazing that he had made it up all those stairs with both his legs glues together in an unbreakable hold. Everyone cracked up laughing as he fell over, except for Hermione who immediately undid the Leg-Locker quickly got up and headed for the four first-years.

"What happened to you?" Lizzie asked, feeling slightly guilty for laughing.

"Malfoy," was all Neville could say.

"It's Potter now, not Malfoy," Lizzie asked, trying to figure out what he said.

"He means Draco Malfoy did it," Hermione corrected her.

"I met him outside the library. He said he wanted to practice it on someone," Neville continued.

"Report him," Hermione advised him immediately.

"Do you want me to go teach him a lesson," Lizzie suggested.

Neville shook his head at both suggestions and mumbled, "No. I don't want any more trouble."

"Neville, you have got to stand up for yourself!" Harry told him shaking his head.

"He's always walking all over people, but you shouldn't lie down right in front of him and make it easier for that git," Lizzie advised Neville.

"Oh, and you didn't?" Harry asked her incredulously.

"Shut up," Lizzie whispered to Harry.

"So you're saying I'm not brave enough to be in Gryffindor? Don't worry, Malfoy's already told me that a thousand times," Neville told them.

Lizzie looked down at her hands and saw the Chocolate Frogs. She gave to Neville, who looked close to tears. It was a sad sight, seeing as what her 'brother' could do to people.

Lizzie sighed and said, "You're worth twelve of Draco. You're better than him. At least you don't go around hurting and cursing people. Besides, the Sorting Hat thinks you have what it takes to be a Gryffindor and we all think you do."

"Thanks," Neville said weakly, blushing slightly. "I'm going to go to sleep. Do you want the card? I don't collect them." He gave Lizzie the card. Ron stared after his last Chocolate Frog as Neville walked up the stairs, biting pieces from it.

"M-My C-Chocolate Frog. You evil little twin!" Ron said weakly.

"Oh, don't be such a baby," Lizzie laughed, flicking the card at Ron. "Here. Take what's left of it."

Ron caught the card after it bounced of his head, "Nooo! Dumbledore again!"

Harry suddenly gasped, making everyone turn their heads at him.

"So what if you got a new card you haven't already got. Doesn't mean you need to scare us like that," Hermione scolded him.

"No, no. I've already got him. Dumbledore," Harry told them, hardly knowing what he was saying.

"So if you're disappointed, no need to make so much fuss," Ron told him in confusion.

"I've found him," was all Harry could make out.

"Found who?" Lizzie was getting angry now.

"Flamel!" Harry almost shouted at them. "I told you I've read his name somewhere! His name's on Dumbledore's card! Listen: 'Professor Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel'!"

Everyone had their mouths open, trying to take it all in, except for Hermione who breathlessly jumped to her feet. Weeks and weeks of searching through thousands of complicated books and the answer was on a chocolate frog card!

"Wait!" Hermione nearly shouted at them as she ran up to her dormitory, leaving the rest all bemused.

I never thought it would be in here!" Hermione shrieked about a second later, in her seat again. This made them even more confused. She held an old enormous book in her hands. "I borrowed this for a bit of light reading."

"This is light?!" Harry, Ron and Lizzie all asked disbelievingly.

Hermione sighed in annoyance before she flicked through the pages, muttering to herself all the while. "I knew it!" she said excitedly once she had found what she was looking for.

"What don't you know?" Ron said.

"Well there is th-" Hermione started, but was cut off.

"I believe Ron meant that as rhetorical question," Lizzie told her.

Harry quickly stopped them from bickering and brought them back to the topic.

"Nicholas Flamel," Hermione told them mysteriously. "Is the only known maker of the Philosopher's stone!"

Ron and Harry exchanged bemused looks, but Lizzie gasped.

"The what?" Harry and Ron asked impatiently.

"Are you two as seriously dumb as you look?" Hermione scoffed, pushing the book towards them. "Read there."

As Harry and Ron read the passage Hermione had pointed out, Lizzie and Hermione quickly started discussing it. In the book it said:

The ancient study of alchemy is concerned with the making of 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, the noted alchemist and opera-lover. Mr. 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.

"-dog must be guarding the Stone! Flamel and Dumbledore are friends, after all, he probably asked Dumbledore to take it out of Gringotts and keep it safe for him because he knows that someone is after it!" Ron and Harry heard Hermione and Lizzie discussing after they had finished reading.

"A stone that makes gold and produces Elixir of Life, wow," Lizzie was saying ecstatically. "I mean, everyone would want it, wouldn't they?" Lizzie was saying.

"No wonder we couldn't find Flamel in Study of Recent Development in Wizadry!" Ron said in realization.

"Of course! He's not exactly recent seeing as he's six hundred and sixty-five," Harry finished off.

"But I wonder what Snape would want from it, make gold or stay alive?" Hermione said.

"If he stayed alive forever, that means he'll never die! Nooooo!" Ron said in misery.

Lizzie glared at them all and hissed, "I know my Uncle and he would never use it. He has enough gold as it is and I'm sure he doesn't want to stay alive forever to see you all!"

That closed the subject about Snape, but only for Lizzie. Harry, Ron and Hermione started to discuss it again as soon as Lizzie went off to bed.

"So what do you think Snape wants t for?" Ron whispered.

"I reckon he want to-" they started to whisper, putting their heads close together. They did feel a bit guilty about talking about Snape behind Lizzie's back, but they couldn't help but feel suspicious of Snape.

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