Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. J. K. Rowling does. Hello back my fans! I just want to thank anyone of you who reviewed, favourited, followed this or you are simply reading this. Okay, so I've decided to carry on. Enjoy.

Harry crept towards the library, a book in his hand. It was nighttime. Harry was here to return a book. Apparently this books was Madam Pince's favourite book and Harry knew she would kill him if he didn't return it on time. He entered the library quietly and began to walk towards the bookshelves. He had just returned the book to its rightful place and was just heading out of the aisle when he heard voices. He froze and hid himself in a corner.

"I understand your concern, Nicholas," said a voice. It was Dumbledore! Now the other person was replying.

"I still don't think that it is safe," said the man stubbornly, "What if a student accidentally finds the mirror?"

"I'll move the mirror to the the forbidden corridor in the minute," Dumbledore replied. The man grumbled and muttered something that Harry didn't catch.

"Report me?" said Dumbledore, chuckling. "My dear Nicholas, what will they say if you were seen? Nicholas Flamel, walking into Hogwarts! There will be reporters!" The man chuckled ruefully. Their voices seemed to be coming closer. Harry would be discovered! He quickly crept into another isle and saw a door at the very end. He dashed forwards and quietly opened the door. There was nothing except an object at the very back. The room was very dusty. Harry quickly shut the door and sighed in relief when he heard Dumbledore and this Nicholas passing. He turned around to look at the object and nearly let out a scream of surprise. People were standing behind him, and they were waving! Harry opened his mouth to speak when he realised something: they were in a mirror. Were they portraits? It seemed not. They just gazed at him fondly, waving and smiling at him. They were his family. Harry inherited his mother's eyes, his father's jet black messy hair and even what looked like his grandfather's knobbly knees! Harry gazed at them for a while, then quietly opened the door and went back towards Ravenclaw tower. When the next day arrived, the mirror was gone.

Ever since Harry had overheard the conversation between Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel they had been trying to find out who he was. They surmised that it had somthing to do with the forbidden third floor corridor. They were in the library, randomly looking up books, hoping to see Nicholas Flamel's name there. Just then Hagrid appeared.

"Hello Harry, he said brightly, " busy working? Its nearly Christmas!"

"No," Harry replied, "We're trying to find out who Nicholas Flamel is." Hagrid choked.

"Do you know anything about Flamel Hagrid?" asked Hermione. "We've looked everywhere!"

"Err, no, don't go looking for him, he's not important or anything, eh?" said Hagrid, chuckling nervously.

"Please, Hagrid," Harry begged.

"Alright, he's an broom maker alright?" said Hagrid. "Gotta go now, see ya." And Hagrid walked away. It was easy to tell he was lying. They sighed and carried on looking for Nicholas Flamel. Eventually Harry went to the Quidditch pitch to train.

Harry had a Quidditch match tomorrow and he had been training with Davis, the captian and the other players. Harry had almost wished he hadn't joined the team; Davis was killing him with the training. It turned out that Harry had replaced the previous seeker, Cho Chang. After a grueling practice, he went to bed.

When Harry woke up he was very nervous. This was his first Quidditch match! He got up, dressed and went to breakfast. He was greeted by Davis, who piled breakfast for him, saying he had to eat. After breakfast, he went down to the Quidditch pitch with his breakfast coiling in his stomach. There he met the rest of the players. Roger gave a pep talk and then it was time. They changed into their midnight blue robes and walked into the stadium with their broomsticks. Harry was greeted by cheers and boos from the crowd. Davis and the Slytherin captain, Marcus Flint shook hands and they were off, zooming into the sky. Ten minutes later, they had scored. Harry did a loop the loop to vent his feelings. They scored again. A few minutes later Harry suddenly saw the snitch: it was zooming beneath the Ravenclaw goalposts. Feeling very excited he rushed after it. The Slytherin seeker saw the snitch too. They raced neck in neck towards the goalposts. Without warning, two bludgers came pelting towards them and Harry and the other seeker was forced to swerve as they wooshed past them. In the action, the snitch had disappeared. Harry rose up to scan for the snitch but it was gone. His broom suddenly gave a little swerve. Then it swerved again. Harry stared at the broom astonished. What was happening? The broom suddenly rolled backwards and Harry was forced to flip upside down. Harry looked over at Davis wondering if he should call time out but he was busy. The broom began rising and faling, twisting this way and that as though determined to buckle Harry off his broom. The whole stadium had noticed Harry by now. He could hear Lee Jordan, the commentator say, "Potter seems to be doing fancy moves. Ah! He's just nearly fell off! Perhaps not a clever tactic..." Harry was barrelled over and over and let out a yell. He had fallen of his broom one-handed. The two beaters tried to catch him should he fall but the broom just rose higher and higher. Everyone's attention was on Harry by now. Flint took the advantage and scored 7 times, without anyone noticing. The broom suddenly picked up speed and Harry was rushed through the stands, crumbling part of the teacher's section. Poor Professor Quirrell got knocked into the back row. Harry was beginning to panic: he was heading straight for Professor Flitwick's window! He suddenly realised he could control his broom. He climbed back onto it to break but it was too late. Harry crashed straight through Flitwick office, He skidded to a halt right in front of her. He suddenly felt a snitch in his pocket.

"Mr. Potter! Explain yourselves." he said.

"Catching the snitch, Professor," Harry said weakly. He held up the snitch. Professor Flitwick stared at Harry for a long time. Finally he smiled.

"20 points to Ravenclaw," he said, beaming.

"Thank you Professor," said Harry elated.

"Though a detention for your dramatic entrance," said Flitwick pointedly. Harry nodded and walked out of the office, delighted.

Hi fans! Good to see you. I got an review saying that Harry shouldn't play for Gryffindor as he is in Ravenclaw. I did this on purpose for entertainment and accidentally published it. Sorry about that. I will try to make things less rushed. Hope to see you in the next chapter. As always, please review!