Chapter 55: Putting the Pieces Together

When dinner was over, the three pre-teens ran up towards the girls' room to discuss the day's events. Observing them, he pushed back his chair, "excuse me. I'll be back in a minute." He, too, headed upstairs, noticing their door was closed. Leaning up against it, he remained silent, hoping he could overhear the conversation.

"Do you think any of them suspect?" Kaleb asked.

"I don't know. Did you see the way Uncle Coop looked at Uncle Leo?" Katie looked over at Phoenix.

"Yeah, I did. I don't think he liked the way Uncle Leo was asking those questions."

"I think you need to be careful."

"Me, you were the one who screamed when Aunt Piper threw flour on us!"

"Okay, how about we all watch what we say?" Kaleb suggested.

"Kaleb is right. We all need to watch out. If one of us slips, they will definitely memory wipe us!"

"I wonder if your Aunt Prue knows anything."

"No, I heard them say the Elders didn't include Aunt Prue or Mom."

"Then we definitely don't want to say anything around her. She might ask the Elders for help, or let it slip out."

"Phoenix, I wish you would think before you act! I always end up cleaning your messes!"

Phoenix smiled brightly, "That's what sisters are for."

"Okay, so let's solve this problem." Kaleb said, wanting to break up the bickering sisters.

"Thank you Kaleb. Right, let's see, Flamel created the Philosopher's stone, and he is supposedly still alive."

"Didn't you say your Hogwarts friends ran into a three-headed dog?"

"It was on the third corridor, where she shouldn't have been."

"Yeah, and Hermione mentioned something about it being on top of a trap door acting as if it was protecting something." Phoenix continued, ignoring her sister's comment.

The three of them thought for a while, putting the puzzle pieces together.

"Who would want the stone from that world?" Kaleb asked.

"Well, dark, evil wizards, of course, but the only one I can think of would be the one Harry killed when he was a baby, You-Know-Who."

"Who?" Katie asked.

"You-know-who."

"No Phoenix, we don't know." Kaleb told her.

"No! His name is Voldemort. But most wizards are afraid to say his name even after his death. Some think he may still be alive."

"Well, what if they are right?" Katie asked.

"What do you mean?" Kaleb asked her, intrigued.

"Well, Phoenix, was there anyone else with Voldemort?"

Phoenix shrugged at the question. "Not that I know of. All the stories say he went to the Potter's home."

"Did he have followers?"

"Well, yes, and still has."

"Katie, wouldn't you think his followers would know if their master was still alive?" Kaleb put in, trying to understand where she was going.

"I think some believe he is dead. Others think he is still alive." Phoenix answered.

"Well, what I was trying to say was, if there were no witnesses, he could very much still be alive. Did they find a body?"

"Not that I know of. They only found Harry's mom and dad."

"He could wait for the right time to return. Maybe he is too weak right now."

"I know where you are going with this, sis. He could be after the stone. He might want the stone to recover and become immortal."

"Why would they want to place the stone at Hogwarts, and what about Flamel?"

"The first person he would go for would be Flamel. Hogwarts is the safest place in the wizarding world besides the Gringotts Bank. At least it's what everyone 67says. I'm sure they have Flamel somewhere safe."

More was going through each of their minds. There were so many questions and few answers. It bugged the three of them.

'Katie has a point. Voldemort could still be alive. That could be why the dog is guarding the trapdoor, so students would rush out, and it would be harder for someone to enter the trapdoor. My question would be, what is behind the trapdoor? What else is protecting the stone?'

The man stood back after the room got quiet. Letting out a sigh, he knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

He opened the door, putting a smile on his face.

"Hey girls, Kaleb."

"Sir."

"Hey."

The three of them eyed him as he pulled a small pouch from his pocket

"Hey, is there something….."

Before Phoenix finished, he blew white powder into their faces. The three of them stared at him with blank looks.

"You will remember nothing about Nicolas Flamel and the stone. The three-headed dog at Hogwarts was something your friends made up from their wild imagination. There is no trapdoor. Dumbledore being an Elder, you three tossed it and decided it was not possible. You three went to the library to do homework and catch up. Now you three are extremely tired and are going to bed." He watched as three yawned and orbed out.

"I'm tired. I'll see you two tomorrow." Kaleb waved them goodbye, closing the door behind him.

The girls again yawned.

"Kaleb has the right idea. I'm going to bed too."

"Yeah, me too."

The girls changed into their pajamas and turned the lights out.

Before she drifted to sleep, Phoenix had one thought left on her mind, 'Wasn't the door closed when we came up here?'