Nicolas Flamel

After what Dumbledore told him, Harry kept his Invisibility Cloak folded at the bottom of his trunk. And I myself couldn't help but think about that mirror in how it showed my dad, looking so alive yet not. And that girl, why that girl? I never met her and I can't imagine meeting anyone like her ever. And I'm not the only one dealing with what I saw in the mirror. Harry told me he had nightmares of his parents disappearing in a green light while hearing cackling laughter, which had to be Voldemort's.

"You see, Dumbledore was right, that mirror could drive you mad." Ron said when Harry explained the dreams and nightmares.

Eventually, Hermione came back the day before the term started and she was both horrified and disappointed in us. Horrified because of the whole 'wandering the school at night' period and disappointed that we didn't find out who Nicolas Flamel was.

Speaking of Flamel, I now started to think through anything I was told by either my family or family friends when I get the time to think during breaks.

Harry didn't have that much time since he was back to doing Quidditch practice, which he said was a bit brutal with what Wood's doing.

Anyway, both Ron and Hermione were busy playing chess in the Common Room (which Hermione would lose) and I sat in one of the armchairs near them. I now was thinking about my French relatives and how I one time went to Beauxbatons and there was-

OF COURSE! I remember who Nicolas Flamel was.

"Guys!" I yelled to Ron and Hermione.

"Not now." Ron groaned. I was about to try and tell them I know about Flamel when Harry ran into the Common Room and came towards us.

"Don't talk to me for a moment." Ron said as Harry sat next to him.

"I need to concen-" He then was about to tell him but both him and I saw Harry's face and he clearly had something to tell.

"What's wrong?" I asked. He then spoke quietly so that no one could hear as he explained that during training, Wood told the team how Snape will become the referee.

"Don't play." Hermione immediately said.

"Say you're ill." Ron added.

"Pretend to break your leg."

"Really break your leg."

"It's no use guys. There's no reserve Seeker and the team won't play if Harry backs out. But that's not important right now." I said.

"How is it not important?" Ron asked in disbelief.

"Because I now remember who Nicolas Flamel is. He's an alchemist who created the Philosopher's Stone." I replied. They all stared at me, too shocked to hear this piece of news. Then Hermione got up on her feet.

"Stay there!" She told us before running off to the Girl's Dormitories. As she disappeared, Neville had toppled into the Common Room and when looking at his legs, it's clear why. They're stuck together from the Leg Locker Curse, so he had to hop his way up here and then started to get up and hop, making everyone except me, Harry and Ron, laugh. I knew who did this.

"Let me guess, Draco?" I asked Neville.

"Yes. I met him outside the Library. He said he'd been looking for someone to practice that on." He said.

"Just report him to McGonagall." Ron urged him, but Neville shook his head.

"I don't want more trouble." He mumbled.

"Neville, if you don't stand up to him, you'll be bullied forever until we leave school. And you have to be brave in order to stand up to him." I said.

"There's no need to tell me I'm not brave enough to be in Gryffindor, Malfoy's already done that." Neville choked.

Harry then pulled out a Chocolate Frog and handed it to Neville, who looked like he could cry.

"You're worth twelve of Malfoy. The Sorting Hat chose you for Gryffindor, didn't it? And where's Malfoy? In stinking Slytherin." Harry said to make Neville better and it worked as Neville made a weak smile before eating the Frog, thanking Harry and going to bed.

Shortly after he left, Hermione came dashing back with an enormous old book in her arms.

"I never thought to look in here. I got this out of the Library weeks ago for a bit of light reading." She whispered excitedly as she sat down, opening the book.

"Light?" Ron said, though Hermione snapped at him to be quiet as she turned the pages, muttering until she stopped on a particular page.

"Of course! I knew it!" She whispered.

"Are we allowed to speak yet?" Ron asked grumpily, which Hermione ignored.

"Here, read this." She said, pushing the book to Harry and Ron. I didn't as I now remember about Flamel and the Stone. It can turn any metal into pure gold and can make the Elixir of Life, which Nicolas and his wife, Perenelle used to live into their six hundreds. And I remembered that my great grandad met him in France when trying to deal with Grindelwald.

"See? The dog must be guarding Flamel's Philosopher's 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!" Hermione explained as Harry and Ron finished reading.

"A stone that makes gold and stops you ever dying! No wonder Snape's after it! Anyone would want it." Harry said. Thing is, ever since that incident with Quirrell during the holidays, I've been more suspicious of him and now I've been considering him as a suspect.

"And no wonder we couldn't find Flamel in that Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry. He's not exactly recent if he's six hundred and sixty five, is he?" Ron then added.

"But how did you know of him?" Hermione asked me.

"My great grandad met him once." I replied. I left out how in Beauxbatons, there's a fountain named after the Flamels.

The next day, we were in Defence Against the Dark Arts, copying down the different ways to treat Werewolf bites (which I knew better than most due to the Scamander's teaching me) and I heard Harry and Ron muttering about what they'd do if they had a Philosopher's Stone.

Of course, there was the Quidditch match coming up and Harry concluded that he will do it, saying that he didn't want Slytherin to think he's too scared to face Snape. And I myself wanted Gryffindor to win since the Gryffindor team hadn't won the Cup in nearly seven years.

Eventually my birthday arrived, making me 12 years old and this year, I wasn't celebrating it due to how close it was to Christmas and the only thing I got was a happy birthday card from mom and even my relatives.

Once the day of the match came, me, Ron and Hermione wished Harry luck outside of the changing rooms and then we left to find a place in the stands, finding ourselves next to Neville, who looked confused as to why we looked worried or why we had our wands with us. Of course, it was because we practiced the Leg Locker Curse to use on Snape if he'd plan to hurt Harry.

Hermione mutters to Ron that the incantation is Locomotor Mortis. I noticed that Dumbledore was up in one of the towers!

"Guys, Dumbledore's here!" I whispered. They looked surprised, but glad since if he's here, Snape would not make a move on Harry. But then I remembered Quirrell and so I still suspected him.

"I've never seen Snape look so mean." Ron said to us right before the two Quidditch teams lifted off the ground. I then felt something poke the back of my head. So did Ron and we both turned, angry to see that it was Draco, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Oh, sorry. Didn't see you there." Draco grinned.

"Wander how long Potter's going to stay on his broom this time? Anyone want to bet? What about you two?" Draco asked us as Snape awarded Hufflepuff a penalty.

"He'll stay on the broom the whole time. Unlike you, since you need help to even get on one properly." I spat. Draco was practically struggling to make a comeback so he just looked over to Neville.

"I think you should be on the team, Longbottom, you've got no brains. Gryffindor's team is full of people they feel sorry for." He mocked.

"I'm worth twelve of you, Malfoy." Neville stammered. This made the Slytherin bullies howling with laughter.

"You tell him, Neville." Ron said.

"Longbottom, if brains were gold you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something. " Draco pushed a particular button and this made me and Ron look back at him, rather angry.

"One more word, you're dead." I growled.

"Ron! Matt! Harry!" Hermione suddenly shouted and we both turned to see Harry make one hell of a dive, making others gasp and cheer as Harry moved as though he were a bullet.

"You're in luck, Weasley, Potter's obviously spotted some money on the ground!" Draco had the nerve to say. I instantly turned around and punched him square in the face, making a cut form on his cheek. Ron, too, joined in on beating Draco up. Neville had joined in, trying to fight against Crabbe and Goyle, though he got beat up, resulting in me leaving Draco to Ron and I was able to do some damage to the brutes as I left black eyes on them as I heard deafening cheers.

"Ron! Matt! Where are you? The game's over! Harry's won! We've won! Gryffindor are in the lead!" Hermione shrieked.

Eventually, we left the Quidditch Pitch and we all cheered Harry, who was lifted onto some shoulders. I noticed that Ron had a heavy nosebleed from when we beat up the slimy trio.

Later, we entered the castle, though Harry was nowhere to be seen and the three of us waited for him for a bit until he eventually arrived.

"Harry, where have you been?" Hermione essentially shrieked.

"We won! You won! We won! And both me and Matt gave Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle black eyes and Neville tried to take on Crabbe and Goyle single handed! He's still out cold but Madam Pomfrey says he'll be alright. 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." Ron said to Harry.

"Never mind that now. Let's find an empty room, you wait 'till you hear this..." Harry said breathlessly.

After checking for Peeves, we got in a room and he shut the door. Harry then explained that he overheard both Snape and Quirrell in the Forbidden Forest, repeating what they said. It seems that Snape was questioning Quirrell about how to get past Fluffy and about his loyalties.

"So we were right, it is the Philosopher's Stone, and Snape's trying to force Quirrell to help him get it. He asked if he knew how to get past Fluffy, and he said something about Quirrell's 'hocus pocus'. I reckon there are other things guarding the Stone apart from Fluffy, loads of enchantments, probably, and Quirrell would have done some anti Dark Arts spell which Snape needs to break through-"

"So you mean the Stone's only safe as long as Quirrell stands up to Snape?" Hermione asked, alarmed. Unlike these three, I'm considering the somewhat unlikely idea that Snape is actually just trying to protect the Stone and is onto Quirrell's act.

"It'll be gone by next Tuesday." Ron said before we left, clearly anxious of the Stone being stolen.