(A/N: Stupid me, I forgot my disclaimers. Nothing belongs to me, it all belongs to my second mother JK Rowling, except for my ideas. Thanks for reviewing, and…I'm still writing.)



The fifth year course schedules made their way to the end of the Gryffindor table, which was were Harry, Ron, Hermoine, Neville, Seamus, and Dean usually sat. Hermoine's seat lay empty, and to the surprise of everyone except Harry that morning, Ron spent all of breakfast not touching his food but staring across from him at the empty seat. All breakfast time the boys tried to persuade Ron to look up, but all they could get out of him was a grunt or two. When everyone rose to leave, Harry had to tug a bit on the back of Ron's robes to make him jump up and for the first time glance at his schedule.

"Great…" said Seamus sarcastically, shoving his schedule in his bag. "Double Herbology…with the Slytheirns." He added hastily.

Ron finally came back into reality.

"Like we don't have enough classes with them anyway! Care of Magical Creatures, and Potions. Sprout only favors the Hufflepuffs, mostly. Except for you, Neville. She likes you."

Neville turned pink.

They hurried to the greenhouses. About fifty yards from greenhouse three, a group of giggling fourth year Ravenclaw girls passed them. One of them accidentally bumped Harry as she passed. The girl turned to apologize, but stopped. In fact, Harry and the girl stopped dead where they were, looking at each other.

"Um, hi…" the girl trailed off. "You look oddly familiar. Have I met you before?"

"Don't think so," answered Harry clearly.

"Well, then. Alicia." She said, holding out her hand. Harry took it. "Alicia Flamel." They shook hands.

"Harry," he said. "Harry Potter."

Alicia's eyes went rather wide. But of course Harry was used to this.

"Really? Aren't you the one who got the Sorcerer's Stone in your first year?"

Harry looked confused.

"How do you know about that?"

She shrugged.

"No one, really. But…my grandfather is…was Nicholas Flamel."