"You did what?" There was an angry whisper. Harry tried to open his eyes, but he found himself weightless. He couldn't move anything, either.

"I'm quite sorry," This time, Harry felt like springing up. Dumbledore! That was Dumbledore! Were his friends okay? Did Quirell get away?

"Sorry? You foolish man, I can't help but wonder how much your old age has begun to addle your common sense." A female voice replied sardonically. "How dare you destroy our stone without our consent?"

What was happening? Something gold was glinting just above him. The Snitch? What was the Snitch doing here?

He tried to catch it, but his arms were too heavy.

He blinked. It wasn't the Snitch at all. It was a pair of glasses.

How strange.

He blinked again. The smiling face of Albus Dumbledore swam into view above him.

"Good afternoon, Harry," Dumbledore said kindly, although his smile seemed a little forced. "How are you feeling?"

Harry stared at him. Then he remembered. "It was Quirrell! He was the one who was trying to steal the stone, not Snape!"

"Calm yourself, dear boy, you are a little behind the times," said a man standing beside Dumbledore, with his arms crossed. Harry looked at the man more closely.

He looked significantly younger than Dumbledore. In lieu of Dumbledore's outlandish robes, the man was wearing slacks and a trench coat that was securely fastened in a way that Harry couldn't see what he was wearing underneath.

The man had short blonde hair and his eyes were covered in sunglasses, but even from the bed it was apparent that his face was covered in a scowl. "Quirrell is long gone."

"And I believe we have you to thank for that," The female voice said, with much more kindness than before. Harry blinked and looked over to see a woman who was dressed in a manner incredibly similar to the man. Only, her hair was brown and her eyes were unobstructed.

Blue eyes met green as she beamed at him. "You were very brave, young one. To rush into a situation like that with no idea what to expect, only for the sake of those around you? Commendable action, no doubt. What's your name?"

"Harry." Harry replied quietly, still unsure of how to act. Who were these people?

The man lightly laid his hand on Harry's. "You truly are remarkable- and I don't say that lightly. Thank you for coming to our aid"-he shot a glare at Dumbledore. "even when you shouldn't have had to."

"Our?" Harry questioned, a warm feeling spreading through his chest. It felt nice to be profusely thanked, even if he was unsure of what was going on.

"How silly of me," The man said as a smile formed on his face. "Harry, my name is Nicolas Flamel, and that woman over there is my wife, Perenelle."

Harry smiled back, sitting up slightly. He ignored the weight in his pocket for now- he had no idea what to do with the stone.

"Again, really, thank you so much," Perenelle said to him warmly. She gave him a melancholic smile. "That stone was the culmination of years of research. It was incredibly precious to us."

"Uh, y-yeah, of course." Harry stammered, his face getting a little hot from the constant praise the two were heaping on him.

"You have our eternal gratitude, Harry, for protecting our stone in its final moments." Nicolas said somberly. He smiled at Perenelle. "We would have liked a lot more time in this world, but death is but the next greatest adventure."

"Wait, what?" Harry said uneasily. "What's going on?"

Dumbledore, who had been remaining quiet throughout the conversation, cleared his throat. "That's quite enough, I think young Harry needs to rest and recuperate from his horrible expe"-

"We're dying." Perenelle calmly stood from her seat. "Without the stone, Nicolas and I will slowly die."

Worry shot through Harry. They…were dying?

Dumbledore began to speak again, a little put out at being interrupted. "This is hardly appropriate talk for a young man who"-

"Yeah, yeah," Nicolas waved his hand dismissively. He winked at Harry. "I'm expecting great things from you, dear boy. We will meet again, hopefully not for a long time."

"Wait!" Harry said, stepping out of his bed rather frantically. He didn't want anyone to die!

Dumbledore's eyes widened as Harry began to reach in his pocket. The whole room was dead silent as Harry gently held out the blood red stone. Nicolas and Perenelle both had their mouths wide open.

"I tricked him," Harry mumbled, fearing the Flamels' reaction. His hand began to tremble slightly. "I was going to hold onto it and figure out what to do, but I don't want you to die."

Nicolas held out his hand and the stone went flying into it. He held it up in awe. "You…you saved it…you saved us."

Harry's eyes widened as Perenelle rushed forward and gave him a tight hug. He let himself sink into her warm embrace. His eyes felt hot for some reason.

She pulled away from him, but her hands still held his face gently. "Y-you could have taken it and sold it for a fortune…or even used it yourself to live forever!"

"Harry, you truly are remarkable," Nicolas knelt with his wife and laid a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Many in your place would have chosen to use the stone for themselves. This may be one of the most honorable things I've ever seen…and I've been alive longer than the old coot over there."

Harry smiled at Nicolas' ire towards Dumbledore. He wasn't feeling too wonderful towards him either. "It was the right thing to do."

"Such honor deserves a reward." Nicolas continued, sharing a glance with Perenelle. The two looked pensively at each other for a few moments.

"Harry?" Perenelle asked slowly. "How would you like to come to France?"

"Um, what do you mean?" Harry asked, frowning slightly. It was true that he didn't want to go back to the Dursleys, but France?

"Albus told us a little bit about you," Nicolas explained, gesturing towards the now very pale Dumbledore. "I know what you must be thinking. Not to worry, Harry, the both of us have more than enough push with the ministries of both Britain and France. You would never have to return to your relatives' home again."

"Don't worry about your schooling, either," Perenelle assured him, still gently holding his face. She smiled happily at him. "You could attend our alma mater, Beauxbatons. I can guarantee that it would be much safer than Hogwarts."

"No three-headed dogs, no evil wizards," Nicolas continued. "Beauxbatons has always prided itself on top-tier education. Many of the courses aren't even offered here."

"And the castle itself, deep in the heart of the Pyrenees, away from prying eyes. It's a wonderful chateau surrounded by formal gardens and lawns," Perenelle gushed, sharing a small smile with Nicolas. "It was where we met, you know."

"We don't want you to feel pressured, though," Nicolas insisted. "I know it's a lot to handle."

"Where would I even stay, though?" Harry said, considering the option very seriously. The year itself hadn't been amazing outside of the fact that he had friends and got to fly his broom. His classes, for the most part, had been a joke, and he'd almost lost his life more times than he'd wanted.

"Oh, right," Perenelle blinked. She grinned sheepishly. "We forgot that part, huh. Well, Harry, Nicolas and I do not have any children of our own, so if you wanted to, you could stay with us."

"Now, now, let's not be so hasty," Dumbledore interjected, smoothly walking over to the trio. "Harry wouldn't want to leave Hogwarts after his first year, now. What about Ron and Hermione, Harry?"

Harry bit his lip. On the one hand, Ron and Hermione were two of his best friends. He didn't want to leave them…but leaving the Dursleys?

He knew that there was no way he'd be able to return for the summer after knowing about magic- his uncle would probably trap him in his room without his wand and keep him there the whole summer.

He looked at Perenelle's kind face and Nicolas' reassuring smile. Harry had the chance to be a part of a real family.

"I accept," Harry said, a grin forming on his face. Dumbledore's face fell. His hand began twitching towards his pocket.

Perenelle hugged him again tightly. "Let's go up to your common room and collect your things. After that, we'll go to your home, is that okay?"

Harry nodded. Perenelle stood back up and the two began to walk out of the hospital wing.

"I'd keep your hand away from your pocket if I were you," Nicolas said after Harry and Perenelle were out of hearing range. "You're still a few hundred years too young to challenge me, Dumbledore."

AN: Yeah, this one just never materialized. I think I thought it would be too much work to build, and eh, I might've even been right about that. Premise was simple: Nicolas and Penny adopt Harry, he switches school, Flowerpot goodness.