A/N: Sorry for the wait. Things have been hectic here.

Guess what? I'm now 15! Yay! *jumps around and sings*

Okay, I'm done with my happy dance.

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This chapter didn't turn out anything like I wanted it to. It's not very good, but it's the best can do for now and I don't want to keep you waiting any longer. The next chapter will be better. I promise.

Also, the title came from the movie 'Finding Forester' Great movie if your looking for something to rent.

Oh, and I made Binns first name Hector. I don't believe he had a cannon first name, so correct me if I'm wrong.

Now, on to the chapter!

CH18: Finding Flammel

~"Basically," Fred began. "These two," he motioned to the girls, "have this crazy notion that you're, well..."

"Harry Potter," said George.

"I was wondering when you would figure that out," he said quietly.

"We knew it. This is just some made-up - " Draco stopped abruptly and he, along with Fred and George turned to stare at him.

"Huh?" they asked in unison.~

"I knew it!" Hermione shouted, jumping up. Everyone turned to stare at her and she sat down looking humbled. "Well, I did."

"Anyway," Cho went on with a strange look at Hermione. "I believe you have some things to tell us about, Harry."

"It's quiet a long story actually," said Harry.

"We've got time."

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A half an hour later found the three Ravenclaws and three Gryffindors in deep thought over what just happened. Fred broke the silence.

"So what you're saying is you had no idea you were a wizard (or that you were a celebrity) and, all of a sudden, poof! Dumbledore shows up, with a flock of owls, tells you you're the 'Boy Who Lived', that you are excepted to a magical school you've never heard of, and makes you come as someone totally different because you have a pack of rabid dark wizards who want to cause you unbearable pain?"

"Pretty much," Harry sighed.

"Cool."

"So," asked Cho. "Can you help me with my history of magic report?"

"That's it," questioned Harry. "You guys aren't mad?"

"We do wish you would have told us - "

"I really wanted to!"

"We know, Dumbledore wouldn't let you. That's why were not mad."

"You're still the same person, Harry," Hermione said.

"You can't get rid of us that quickly," grinned Draco."

Harry let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding and sank back into his chair.

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Later that night, in the boys dorm, Harry approached Draco with the subject that had been bothering both of them all day.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Harry went on hesitantly. "I mean, with what happened to your - your....father?"

Draco swallowed visibly. "It's hard, knowing that it was, well, you, but...it's not your fault. You couldn't have done anything. My - my - f- father deserved what he got."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Your my best friend, Andy. Harry. I wouldn't know what I'd do with out you." He hugged Harry.

A very manly hug of course.

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The month of December started rushing by and soon it was the last week of the term. Harry sat in the Ravenclaw Common Room, scribbling furiously.

"I can't believe you waited this long, And," Draco said. He checked his watch. "It's due in three hours."

"I know, I know," sighed Harry. "Do you know how hard it was to find information on this guy?"

It was the day the famed History of Magic report was due.

"Nobody ever talks about Nicolas Flammel."

"Well, hurry up. We have potions in five minutes!"

"Urg," Harry moaned as he scribbled the last few lines down. "Done!" He shoved the parchment into his bag and the boys bolted down the stairs.

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"You're late."

Despite all of their rushing, Draco and Harry still didn't make the bell in time.

"We're sorry, Professor, we - " Harry began, but was cut off.

"Detention, for both of you," Snape spat before they could explain.

"But, that's not fair," protested Draco. "We had work - "

"Putting of homework so it cuts into my class time? Make that two detentions."

"Okay, Professor." They shuffled guiltily to their seats.

"Now, back to copying the ingredients for your Forgetfulness Potion......" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"That greasy asshole!" Draco fumed as they headed for History of Magic. "I can't believe he gave us detentions for being late! He never does that to anyone else!"

"Calm down, Sparky. There's no reason to throw a hissy fit!" joked Harry. Draco glared at him as they entered the class.

"Everyone," Binns droned as the bell rang. "Pass up your essays and open your text books to page...."

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"And, Hector?" Dumebledore called to the ghost floating away. "The staff meeting has been changed to 5:15 tomorrow morning." Binns nodded and left.

Dumbledore noticed a pile of parchments on the table before him. "Oh, he left - " The top paper caught his attention.

NICOLAS FLAMMEL

By: Evan Andrews

Nicolas Flammel is the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone. The Stone is a legendary substance that with amazing powers. It will change any metal into pure gold and it produces the Elixir of Life, a drink that will make the drinker immortal.

The only stone currently in existence belongs to Mr. Flammel, the noted alchemist. Flammel celebrated his six hundred and sixty-fifth birthday last year and enjoys a quiet life in Devon with his wife, Perenelle (six hundred and fifty-eight).

"My, my," Dumbledore muttered, chuckling. "Fate is a curious thing, isn't it."

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I know, I know. It sucked more than anything has sucked before and may we never speak of it again.

And, as for the essay, they don't give much info on Flammel in the book, so there wasn't much else I could write.

Essay = HP and the PS, pg161, ch 13 'Nicolas Flammel', British Version