Harry rubbed his eyes and tried to catch interest in the book he was looking at. Apparently Famous Alchemist didn't have Flamel in it either, at least in the table of contents. Harry had just gotten back from quidditch practice and was soaking from head to toe.

The spirits didn't help either, everyday it was "I'm gonna kill you pharaoh" "Shove it tomb robber!" It was enough to drive anyone crazy! Eventually someone put a silencing charm on them, but not before damage was done.

On time Professor McGonagall was passing while the two were fighting and silenced them with a strong charm. "I suggest you keep those two under control," and she went off. Now that the charm had worn off, the spirits were bickering like a married couple.

"Harry!" the library door slammed open and Saren and Oliver Wood came running out, "Bad news Harry-"

"Snape's refereeing the next match," Oliver interrupted.

Bakura and Yami stopped fighting, "WHAT?"

"Ssh!" whispered Ryou.

"I'm not going to have my little brother out there with Snape," Seto whispered, his voice dangerously low.

"We need to make up an excuse then," said Yugi-much to Oliver's distaste.

"Pretend to break you leg," said Malik.

"Really break your leg."

"Ron that's not funny," scolded Hermione, "Besides, Madam Promfery would mend him in a jiffy."

"We also don't have a reserve seeker," said Oliver, "Harry, will you be able to play?"

"Of course, I want Gryffindor to be able to play."

Once again the library door opened and Neville toppled in. How the boy made it up the steps no one knew, his legs were stuck together with the leg-locker curse. "That's one hell of a bunny hop he had to do," said Saren. Hermione ignored her friends' laughter and undid the spell.

"Who did this Neville?"

"Malfoy, I ran into him near Professor Sprout's room. He said he needed someone to practice on," Neville whimpered.

"You need to tell Professor McGonagall," said Yugi, "If you don't he'll keep bugging you."

"I don't want anymore trouble."

"Trust me, if you don't tell someone, it'll only get worse," Yugi added, remembering how Jou and Honda would always bully him after school. He shook his head, they were all friends now, and there was no need to dwell on the past.

"Here you go Neville," Harry passed Neville his last chocolate frog, "Your worth twelve of Malfoy. That's why you're in Gryffindor."

"Thanks Harry, I already have this card, you have it. G'night."

Harry looked at the card, it was Dumbledore—again. Harry gasped, "I found him! Listen. Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses for dragons' blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicholas Flamel!"

Hermione got up and ran to the pile of books next to Ron. When she didn't find what she wanted, she ran off into the rows of bookshelves. "I can't believe I was so stupid. I checked this out weeks ago for a bit of light reading.

"Light?" exclaimed Bakura.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Nicholas Flamel, is the only known creator of the philosophers stone!" Not quite the effect she expected.

"Honestly," said Saren, "Don't you read? The Philosopher's stone can surpass all of the laws of alchemy. You know, something of equal value must be lost? No? Well it can make the drinker immortal, which I believe Flamel used it for," the boys were lost, "You may know it as the Sorcerer's Stone, Ron"

Ron nodded, "I've only heard it as a bedtime story."

"So the dog is guarding the stone," said Bakura, "It also says it can turn any metal into gold. No wonder Snape wants it."

"But the man is 658 years old, no wonder he wasn't in Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry, he isn't exactly considered recent," said Ron.

oOOo

As the match drew closer, Seto and Harry grew more and more nervous. The idea of Gryffindor winning the championship was wonderful, but having Snape on the field would defiantly hurt their chances of winning.

Bad enough was the fact that Snape seemed to be following them, every time you'd turn a corner, there he was! Potions class was even worse for Gryffindors, but even worse for Harry. He swore Snape knew they found out about the stone or worse, he could read minds.

"Got your wand Harry?"

"Yes, Seto."

"Remember the spells?"

"Yes, Seto."

"Know the plan?"

"Yes, Seto."

"Good, everyone else is bringing their wands as well, just incase Snape decides to do anything tricky. Saren even got the whole team to bring theirs as well."

Seto ran his hand through his bangs and sighed. "I'll be fine Seto, there's no need to fret." Seto nodded, "Show Slytherin whose best." Harry watched Seto run off into the stands. He slowly mounted his broom and lined up with the team."

oOOo

The game had started of badly; Snape had already given Slytherin a penalty. It was only made worse when Malfoy showed up and hit Ron in the head, "Sorry Weasley, didn't see you there."

Crabbe and Goyle laughed. "How long do you think Potter's gonna stay on his broom this time? Anyone wanna bet? How about you Weasley, you could use the money."

"Don't talk about my brother that way," snapped Seto.

"Brother? Hmph, well know I think I know why people are rooting for Gryffindor. The Weasleys' have no money, Potter has no parents. Neville, you should be on the team, you have no brains."

Neville jumped and glared weakly at Malfoy, "I'm worth twelve of you Malfoy."

"You tell him Neville," said Ryou absentmindedly.

"Right, and you should join too Kaiba. I've heard your you and your muggle brother have no parents, and your adoptive father took you in as an act of mercy."

Seto's eyes twitched as he slowly tightened his grip on his wand. "Look at Harry!" shouted Malik.

Harry had suddenly gone into a steep dive towards a shiny glint near the Slytherin goalpost. "You're in luck Weasley; Potter's obviously spotted some money on the ground."

Seto and Ron snapped, before Malfoy knew it, both boys were on top of him wrestling. Neville tried to help, but was ganged up on by Crabbe and Goyle. "Well that ain't fair is it?"

Both boys looked at the silver haired boy above them, "Ganging up on a defenseless lump,"

Before they knew it, the bullies were stuck in a dust ball of flying chibi hands and feet. Nobody seemed to notice as Harry swung up and caught the snitch. "He won, he won!" both girls jumped up and down as Harry showed the school the snitch.

"Ron, Seto, Harry's won where are y—hello, what's this?" Yugi stood on his chair as two dust balls of flying limbs past, "You'll guys get in trouble!"

Harry left the locker room alone some time later so he could take his broom to the shed. He couldn't remember being happier, he'd caught the snitch in a record time, now no one could say he was just a famous name. The evening was a happy blur; all he could make out was his friends jumping up and down congratulating him. He still had no explanation as to why Seto, Ron, Neville, and Bakura had heavy nosebleeds, plus a couple of dark bruises on their faces.

He had almost made it to the shed when he saw a shadowed figure running towards the forest. He recognized it as Snape and decided to follow him. He jumped on his broom and followed the sound of Snape's frantic shouting.

Below, in a clearing, stood Snape but, he wasn't alone. He could make out another shape that looked to be Professor Quirrell, but the other was shaded but he could tell it wasn't human. They were whispering now and Harry had to move even closer to catch the words.

"…d-don't know w-why you w-would chose t-this p-place t-to meet, S-severus, E-epona."

"Oh, we believe this should be kept private, don't you?" Harry noticed the voice was coming from the creature, strange enough though, it was female.

"Students aren't supposed to know about the Philosopher's Stone after all," Snape's voice was deathly quiet. Quirrell mumbled something but was cut off by the woman again, "Have you found out how to get past Hagrid's beast?"

"I-I don't k-know w-what y-you m-mean."

An owl hooted nearby almost causing Harry to fall out of the tree. He was able to steady himself so he could hear more. "You don't want us as your enemy," Epona's voice was venomous enough to make all three jump.

"I-I still d-don't k-k—"

"You know perfectly well what I—we mean," Harry saw a glint of red pass as the creature circled slowly around Quirrell. "B-but I-I"

"Very well, I guess we'll have another chat soon," announced Snape. Quirrell stood petrified as Snape walked towards the castle. Epona growled darkly and seemed to move deeper into the forest, "See you later."

oOOo

"Where have you been Harry?" asked Seto, "You were gone for an hour at least." Harry silenced his brother, "Get everyone inside the common room, I have to tell you something."

"There's a party in the common room, I'll bring them out here."

When the gang made it outside, Harry made sure Peeves or one of the teachers wasn't

around, "We were right; it is the Philosopher's Stone. Snape and someone called Epona are trying to force Quirrell to tell them how to get past fluffy."

"There has to be more than just Fluffy though," added Bakura, "Through all the crap I've been through I'm sure each teacher has their own enchantments on it. He must have gotten past the rest and all he needs is to get past the dog."

"So the stone's only safe as long as Quirrell stands up to Snape and this Epona?" stated Ryou. Harry nodded, "It'll be gone by Tuesday."