As they entered November, the weather turned very cold. The mountains around the school became icy grey and the lake like chilled steel. Every morning the grounds were covered in frost. Hagrid could be seen from the upstairs windows, defrosting broomsticks on the Quidditch Field, bundled up in a long moleskin overcoat, rabbit fur gloves, and enormous beaver skin boots.
Selena and Draco still visited the oak tree for telekinesis practice every day after dinner, bundled up in winter robes and blushing. Now that Selena's secret was out of the bag, she felt more comfortable to demonstrate her powers in front of her friends, humouring them by making the sofa's float with them on it, without the use of magic.
"Wicked," the Weasley Twins uttered when they saw the display for the first time.
Even Hagrid knew about her powers by then, after she made the teapot do something of an Irish dance on the table. Though, Selena had everyone who knew swear a silent oath they would never tell a soul, much to the Weasley Twins disappointment.
Selena remained true to her word when she told Myrtle she was her friend. Selena would visit Myrtle in her bathroom and listen to her complaints and Selena would share her own childhood. It was fun and Myrtle laughed at a joke for the first time in almost fifty years, though Selena didn't have the guts to ask Myrtle how she had died so young, because she figured it would be too personal.
Quidditch season had also begun and on Saturday, Harry was going to be playing in his first match after weeks of training. Gryffindor versus Slytherin. If Gryffindor won, they would move up into second place in the house championship. Hardly anyone had seen Harry play because Wood had decided that, as their secret weapon, Harry should be kept, well, secret.
But the news that he was playing Seeker had leaked out somehow, and Harry didn't know which was worse – people telling him he'd be brilliant or people telling him they'd be running around underneath him holding a mattress. Luckily, he had Selena to reassure him that the feelings he was experiencing were just nerves and he was going to do great.
It was also lucky that Hermione was now considered a friend of theirs. Neither Harry or Selena knew how they managed to keep up with their homework without her, what with all the practices they had that week.
Hermione also lent Harry Quidditch Through the Ages, which turned out to be a very interesting read. Hermione had become a bit more relaxed about breaking rules since Harry, Ron and Selena had saved her from the troll, and she was much more nicer for it. The day before Harry's first Quidditch Match the four of them, were out in the freezing courtyard during break, sitting around a jar of blue fire to keep warm, when Professor Snape crossed the yard. Harry noticed at once that Snape was limping. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Selena moved closely together to block the fire from view.
Unfortunately, something about their guilty faces caught Snape's eyes. He limped over. He hadn't seen the fire, but he seemed to be looking for an excuse to punish them anyway. "What's that you've got there, Potter?"
It was Quidditch Through the Ages, Harry showed him. "Library books are not to be taken outside the school," said Snape. "Give it to me. Five points from Gryffindor."
"He just made that rule up," Harry muttered angrily as Snape limped away. "Wonder what's wrong with his leg?"
"Dunno, but I hope it's really hurting him," said Ron bitterly. The Gryffindor common room was very noisy that evening. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Selena sat together next to a window. Hermione was checking Harry and Ron's Charms homework for them.
She would never let the boys copy, but by asking her to read it through, they got the right answers anyway. Selena, however seemed to be fixated on the window, staring into the frosty countryside in a daydream.
"Selena, are you paying attention?" Hermione said harshly.
"Hmm, sorry Hermione. I just got distracted that's all."
"Well get your head out of the clouds and back into your homework so you can learn."
Harry was getting restless and Selena could sense it. "Harry, I know you want your book back, but are you sure you want to catch Snape in a bad mood?" she asked after taking a peek at his thoughts. Ron and Hermione looked up at her in stunned surprise.
Harry just rolled his eyes. "Lena, give us a warning before you do that." He said.
"Aw come on, you know it's not the first time we've read each other's minds."
"Wait, you two can read minds?" Ron asked. "does that mean that you also have telekinesis, Harry?" Harry shook his head. "Nah, just Twin Telepathy. It's how Selena and I used to communicate when we were younger."
"Oh, so if you can read minds then does that mean you…"
Selena chuckled. "Don't worry Ron, I won't say anything."
She turned to Harry, who was suddenly getting up to leave. "Don't Harry, you know how nasty Snape can be."
"Why should I be afraid of Snape anyway?"
"Lots of reasons," Ron snorted. "You should count yourself lucky Selena, you're the only Gryffindor, Snape actually favours. Everyone else, he treats like a dog that rolled in dung."
"Yeah, why does he favour you anyway Selena?"
Selena shrugged.
"I really don't know and he keeps calling me Lily by mistake."
"Lily? That was your mother's name wasn't it?"
"Yes, it was."
"Weird." Ron mumbled.
Harry got up and started towards the door. "I'm going to get my book back." he said, heading for the portrait hole.
Selena hopped off, following him. She grabbed him by the arm. "Wait, I'll come with you. I have a feeling he won't be able to refuse when I'm around. I guess that means I have an advantage." she giggled.
Ron stared at her, dumbfounded. "Oh Merlin, Selena. You're starting to sound like a Slytherin. What as Malfoy done to you?"
Selena turned her head and glared. "Draco," she corrected him. "Don't call him Malfoy."
"Fine," Ron grumbled. She turned back to Harry, giving him a quick smile. "Now, let's go get your book."
They made their way down to the staffroom and Harry knocked. There was no answer. He knocked again. Nothing. "I don't think anyone's in. Maybe we should head back." Selena said, feeling a bit uneasy.
"But I need my book back. Perhaps Snape's left it in there?" before Selena could object, Harry pushed the door ajar and peered inside – and a horrible scene met his eyes. Snape and Filch were inside, alone. Snape was holding his robes above his knees.
One of his legs was bloody and mangled. Filch was handing Snape bandages. "That blasted thing," Snape was saying. "How are you supposed to keep your eyes on all three heads at once?" Harry tried to shut the door quietly, but –
"POTTER!" Snape's face twisted with fury as he dropped his robes quickly to hide his leg.
Harry gulped. "I was wondering if I could have my book back?"
"GET OUT! OUT!"
"Let's go!" Selena cried, hearing the commotion – pulling Harry away from the door in fear of losing more points for Gryffindor. They both sprinted back upstairs. Selena took a glimpse of Harry's memories and gasped in shock, seeing the image of Snape's injured leg. "No wonder he was limping!" she hissed under her breath.
They finally entered the common room. "Did you get it?" Ron asked as they joined them. "What's wrong?" Hermione asked, seeing the shocked and disturbed looks on the twins faces. Harry then explained to them what they had seen in a hushed whisper.
"You realise what this means right? He tried to get past the three-headed dog on Halloween. That's where he was going when we saw him – he's after whatever it's guarding! And I'd bet my broomstick helet that troll in, to create a diversion!"
Hermione's eyes were wide. "No – he wouldn't," she said. "I know he's not very nice, but he wouldn't try and steal something Dumbledore was keeping safe."
"Hermione's right Harry, I think you may be jumping into conclusions." Selena said, placing a hand on Harry's arm.
"Honestly, you girls think all teachers are saints or something," snapped Ron. "I'm with Harry. I wouldn't put anything past Snape. But what's he after? What's that dog guarding anyway?"
Selena sighed, thinking about what she had heard and had seen through Harry's memory. There was no way Snape was the one responsible for letting that troll in. He had saved her life after all, so why would he suddenly want to steal something Dumbledore was hiding. Unless…he wasn'ttrying to steal anything and was instead trying to stop someone else from stealing it, but that didn't explain how he got bitten by the dog, if he was trying to stop someone else from stealing it. She wished that she could take a peek at Snape's mind to see if that was truthfully the case, but she didn't have enough skill to use telepathy on adults yet.
She truthfully, didn't know what to think.
The next morning dawned very bright and cold. The Great Hall was full of delicious smell of fried sausages and the cheerful chatter of everyone looking forward to a good Quidditch match. However, Harry wasn't in any mood to have breakfast, despite his friend's efforts of getting him to eat.
"You've got to eat some breakfast."
"I don't want anything."
"Just a bit of toast," wheedled Hermione.
"I'm not hungry."
"Don't make me force feed you." Selena scolded, holding a fork-full of scrambled eggs in front of Harry's mouth.
"Selena, don't you dare-"
"Here comes the aeroplane," she teased, while Hermione, Adeline and Vanessa laughed.
Harry scowled at his sister, shoving her away. "Get off– Selena!" he snapped.
He felt terrible. In an hour's time he'd be walking onto the field.
"You need to eat!"
"Your sister's right Harry," said Seamus Finnigan. "Seekers are always the ones who get clobbered by the other team."
"Thank, Seamus," said Harry, watching as Seamus let out a grunt of pain as it appeared that Selena had kicked him in the shin.
By eleven o'clock the whole school seemed to be out in the stands around the Quidditch Pitch. Many students had binoculars.
The seats might be raised high in the air, but it was difficult to see what was going on sometimes. Ron and Hermione joined Neville, Seamus, and Dean the West Ham fan in the top row, alongside Selena, Odessa, Adeline, Vanessa, Evan and Asha. As a surprise for Harry, Ron and Hermione had painted a large banner on one of Ron's sheets that Scabbers' had ruined. It said Potter for President, and Dean, who was good at drawing, had done a large Gryffindor Lion underneath. Then Hermione had performed a tricky little charm so that the paint flashed different colours.
Selena and her girl-friends went a step further with their support. Adeline, who had an act for arts and crafts, made them all red and gold paper pom-poms to wave around in the air while cheering as a sort of Cheerleading Squad and Odessa had painted red and gold stripes on their cheeks. Selena had done a simple charm to make a shimmering gold lion appear above them set to appear when the Gryffindor's cheered at a certain volume.
Meanwhile, in the locker room, Harry and the rest of the team were changing into their scarlet Quidditch robes (Slytherin would be playing in green). Wood cleared his throat for silence. "Okay, men," he said.
"And women," said Chaser Angelina Johnson.
"And women," Wood agreed. "This is it,"
"The big one," said Fred Weasley.
"The one we've all been waiting for," said George.
"We know Oliver's speech by heart," Fred told Harry, "we were on the team last year."
"Shut up, you two," said Wood. "This is the best team Gryffindor's had in years. We're going to win. I know it." He glared at them all as if to say, "Or else."
"Right. It's time. Good luck, all of you." Harry followed Fred and George out of the locker room and, hoping his knees weren't going to give way, walked onto the field to loud cheers and a towering golden Gryffindor Lion roaring above a certain group of first year Gryffindor girls, wheedling pom-poms.
"Selena!" Harry cried to her.
"Sisterly support! Just do your best in the game, then you can kill me." Selena replied, laughing in the stand.
Harry could just taste the sarcasm in her voice. "Good luck Harry," she finished.
Madam Hooch was refereeing. She stood in the middle of the field waiting for the two teams, her broom in her hand. "Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you," she said, once they were all gathered around her. Harry noticed that she seemed to be speaking particularly to the Slytherin Captain, Marcus Flint, a sixth year. Harry thought Flint looked like he had some troll blood in him.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw his sister and their friends in the stands, Ron and Hermione flashing their Potter for Presidentbanner in the alongside the girls little cheerleading squad. Harry's heart skipped. He felt braver.
"Mount your brooms, please." Harry clambered onto his Nimbus Two Thousand. Madam Hooch gave a loud blast on her silver whistle. Fifteen brooms rose up high, high into the air. They were off. "And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor – what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive too –" "JORDAN!" "Sorry Professor." The Weasley twins' friend, Lee Jordan was doing the commentary for the match, closely watched by Professor McGonagall. "And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve and – blimey folks, check out down there in the stands – seems like Seeker Harry Potter's twin sister Selena Potter, has rallied together a little cheering squad – talk about family support! And they're a rather attracti – no wait, they're First Years, sorry girls – back to the game – no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, I take my eyes away from the game and this happens, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes – Flint flying like an eagle up there – he's going to sc – no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle – that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and – OUCH – that must have hurt a lot, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger – Quaffle taken by the Slytherins – that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger – sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which – nice play by the Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes – she's really flying – dodges a speeding Bludger – the goal posts are ahead – come on, now, Angelina – Keeper Bletchley dives – misses – GRYFFINDORS SCORE!" Gryffindor cheers filled the cold air, with howls and moans from the Slytherins.
"Budge up there, move along,"
"Hagrid!" Ron and Hermione squeezed together to give Hagrid enough space to join them. "Bin watchin' from me hut," said Hagrid, patting a pair of binoculars around his neck, "But it isn't the same as bein' in the crowd. No sign of the Snitch yet, eh?"
"Nope," said Ron. "Harry hasn't had much to do yet."
"He will," Selena said, after pausing her cheerleading for a moment to speak to Hagrid. "I'm sure Harry's gonna do great." She finished, smiling up at her brother and waving the pom-poms, screaming: "GO HARRY!"
Way above them, Harry was gliding over the game, squinting about for some signs of the Snitch. This was part of his and Wood's game plan. When Angelina had scored, Harry had done a couple of loop-the-loops to let go of his feelings.
Now he was back to staring around for the Snitch. Once he caught sight of a flash of gold, but it was just a reflection from one of the Weasleys' wristwatches, and once a Bludger decided to come pelting his way, but Harry dodged it and Fred Weasley came chasing after it. "All right there, Harry?" he had time to yell, as he beat the Bludger furiously toward Marcus Flint. "Slytherin is possession," Lee Jordan was saying, "Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the – wait a moment – was that the Snitch?"
A murmur ran through the crowd as Adrian Pucey dropped the Quaffle, too busy looking over his shoulder at the flash of gold that had passed his left ear. Harry saw it. in a great rush of excitement, he dived downward after the streak of gold. Slytherin Seeker Terence Higgs had seen it, too. Neck and neck, they hurtled toward the Snitch – all the Chasers seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to be doing as they hung in mid-air to watch. Harry was faster than Higgs – he could see the little round ball, wings fluttering, darting up ahead – he put on an extra spurt of speed –
WHAM! A roar of rage echoed from the Gryffindors below – Marcus Flint had blocked Harry on purpose, and Harry's broom was spun off course, Harry holding on for dear life and Selena screamed in terror. "Foul!" screamed the Gryffindors. Madam Hooch spoke angrily to Flint and then ordered a free shot at the goal posts for Gryffindor. But in the confusion, the Golden Snitch had disappeared from sight again. Down in the stands, Dean Thomas was yelling, "Send him off, ref! Red card!"
"What are you talking about, Dean?" said Ron.
"Red card!" said Dean furiously. "In soccer you get shown the red card and you're out of the game!"
"This isn't soccer, Dean," Vanessa reminded him, her eyes blazing in anger. Hagrid, however, was on Dean's side.
"They oughta change the rules. Flint coulda cost Harry's life for that!"
Selena's eyes were blazing with rage. "I'm with Hagrid, Flint's about to get a taste of his own potion."
"Selena, what are you- "Ron was cut off as Selena focused her attention on Flint's broom and started waving it around out of control. Flint clung onto the broom for dear life as he was tossed about in the air, screaming like a baby.
Luckily, it was just after Flint dodged a Bludger, so no one gave it a second thought. They all laughed as Selena grinned innocently, having her fun. "Nice," Evan said, giving her a fist bump.
Lee Jordan was finding it difficult not to laugh as well. "Well – that's what he gets after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating – "
"Jordan!" growled Professor McGonagall. "I mean, after that open and revolting foul…"
"I'm warning you Jordan,"
"All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, but gets a dose of Karma. Gryffindor still in possession!" It was as Harry dodged another Bludger, which went spinning dangerously past his head, that it happened. His broom suddenly gave a frightening lurch. For a split second, he thought he was going to fall. He gripped the broom tightly with both his hands and knees. He'd never felt anything like that. It happened a second time. It was as though the broom was trying to buck him off. But Nimbus Two Thousand's, did not suddenly decided to buck their riders off. Harry tried to turn back toward the Gryffindor goal posts – then he realised his broom was completely out of control. He couldn't turn it. He couldn't direct it at all. It was zigzagging through the air, and every now and then making violent swishing movements that almost unseated him.
Lee was still commentating. "Slytherin in possession – Flint with the Quaffle – passes Spinnet – passes Bell – Slytherins score – oh no…" The Slytherins were cheering. No one seemed to have noticed that Harry's broom was behaving strangely. It was carrying him slowly higher, away from the game, jerking and twitching as it went. Suddenly, people were pointing up at Harry all over the stands. His broom had started to roll over and over, with him only just managing to hold on. Then the whole crowd gasped. Harry's broom had given a wild jerk and Harry swung off it, ("HARRY!" Selena screamed.) he was now hanging from the handle up one arm.
"Did something happen to it when Flint blocked him?" Seamus whispered.
"Can't have," Hagrid said, his voice shaking. "Can't nothing interfere with a broomstick except powerful Dark Magic, or telekinesis." All heads turned to Selena, who was in a state of shock and panic, it was clear she was trying her hardest to focus, but the movement of the other players and the broom itself were making it nearly impossible from that angle.
"Do something Selena!" Odessa cried, looking quite ill.
"I'm trying!" Selena hissed. This wasn't going to work. She needed to get higher.
She turned to Hagrid. "Hagrid, give me a boost, Harry doesn't have much time!" she added.
Hagrid looked down at her and said: "Alright, up yeh get!" he picked up the young girl and placed her on his shoulders.
Selena immediately tried her hardest to control the broom. Her head hurt like Hell and she felt tears in the corners of her eyes. "Hold on Harry!" she cried to him, trying to stop him from falling to his death.
"Come on Selena, stop messing around!" Asha shouted.
"I'm not! There's – something else – controlling – the broom – it's too strong!" she wheezed.
At these words, Hermione seized Hagrid's binoculars, but instead of looking up at Harry, she started looking frantically at the crowd. "What are you doing?" moaned Ron, grey-faced.
"I knew it," Hermione gasped. "Snape – Look!"
Ron grabbed the binoculars. Snape was in the middle of the stands opposite them. He had his eyes fixed on Harry and was muttering nonstop under his breath. "He's doing something – jinxing the broom," said Hermione.
"What do we do?"
"Leave it to me." Before Ron could say another word, Hermione had disappeared. Ron turned the binoculars back on Harry. His broom was vibrating so hard, it was impossible for him to hang on much longer. The whole crowd was on its feet, watching, terrified. Selena was starting to build up a sweat as she tried her best to save Harry. She hadn't heard Hermione's words. Even as the Weasleys flew up to try and pull Harry to safety onto one of their brooms, but it was no good – every time they got near him, the broom would jump higher still.
They dropped lower and circled beneath him, obviously hoping to catch him if he fell. Marcus Flint seized the Quaffle and scored five times without anyone noticing. "Come on, Hermione," Ron muttered desperately. Hermione had fought her way across to the stand where Snape stood, and was now racing along the row behind him; she didn't even stop to say sorry as she knocked Professor Quirrell headfirst into the row in front. Reaching Snape, she crouched down, pulled out her wand, and whispered a few, well-chosen words. Bright blue flames shot out from her wand onto the hem of Snape's robes. It took perhaps thirty seconds for Snape to realize that he was on fire. A sudden yelp told her that she had done her job. Scooping the flames into a little jar in her pocket, she scrambled back along the row – Snape would never know what had happened.
It was enough. Up in the air, Harry was suddenly able to clamber back onto his broom and Selena was able to breathe a sigh of relief. "Neville, you can look!" Ron said. Neville had been sobbing into Hagrid's jacket for the last five minutes. Harry was speeding toward the ground when the he saw a flash of gold zip past him. Terence had also seen the Snitch and both Seekers were soon neck and neck with each other, chasing after the Snitch. They were approaching the ground too fast and Harry briefly saw the flames of terror flickering in the Slytherins eyes.
Terence changed direction, but Harry did something that shocked everyone. Balancing on the broom like it was a tight rope, he stood up and reached out his arm to grab the Snitch. He ended up stepping a little too far and he toppled off the broom and onto the field. Harry stood up, looking like he was going to vomit. A murmur spread through the crowd. Selena watched nervously as Harry started choking. "Looks like he's gonna be sick!" Hagrid informed them, putting down his binoculars.
Harry suddenly spat out something shiny and gold into his hand. "He's got the Snitch! Harry Potter has caught the Snitch!" Lee announced in excitement. Madam Hooch blew her whistle.
"GRYFFINDOR WINS!" The crowd roared into cheers, excluding the boos and groans from a few Slytherins.
"YES! YES! YES!" Selena screamed, waving her pom-poms around in the air in proud joy. Harry felt a large grin spread across his face as he held the Snitch up in triumph, the other Gryffindor team member surrounding him in the air as the Gryffindor Lion gave a loud roar of victory.
"He didn't catch it, he nearly swallowed it," Flint howled to Madam Hooch twenty minutes later. Harry never heard the end of it as his ears were suddenly filled with the shrill scream from a certain twin sister.
"YOU DID IT! YOU DID IT! YOU DID IT!" Selena squealed, dog-piling her brother, followed by her friends.
"Ladies, let him up! Our new Seeker needs to breathe." Oliver Wood chuckled, but he too, was showing his excitement in the form of a little jig. The girls clambered off him, giggling as Selena pulled Harry up. "Sorry, I'm just so proud of you. You won on your first game!"
"I can't believe it either," Harry uttered, recovering from the shock.
Evan laughed. "You should have seen Flint's face, he looked ready to kill."
"You've really done Gryffindor proud Harry," Fred or George Weasley said as they walked past, giving him a pat on the back.
A minute later, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Selena and Selena's friends were all crammed inside Hagrid's hut and were being made a strong cup of tea. "It was Snape," Ron was explaining, "Hermione and I saw him. He was cursing your broomstick Harry, muttering, he wouldn't take his eyes off you."
"Nonsense," said Hagrid, who hadn't heard a word of what had gone on next to him in the stands while he was helping Selena. "Why would Snape do somethin' like that?"
"I agree! Snape's a Hogwarts Teacher, why would he try to kill Harry?" Selena said.
"Especially when people were watching," Evan commented.
"I wouldn't say that, there's this thing called the Bystander Effect, where people automatically assume someone else is going to take control of the situation." Asha murmured, not sure what to think.
Adeline faced Harry. "What reason would Snape have to want to kill you Harry?"
"Because Selena and I found out something about him," he explained. "He tried to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween. It bit him. We think he was trying to steal whatever it's guarding."
Hagrid dropped the teapot. "How did you know about Fluffy?" he said.
"Fluffy?" They all shouted.
"That thing has a name!" Selena hissed.
"Course he's gotta name – he's mine – bought him off a Greek chappie I met in the pub las' year – lent him to Dumbledore to guard the –"
"Yes?" said Harry eagerly.
"Now, don't ask me anymore," said Hagrid gruffly. "That's top secret, that is."
"But Snape's trying to steal it!"
"Rubbish," said Hagrid. "Snape would do nothing of the sort."
"So why did he try and kill Harry?" cried Hermione.
"Why would he want to kill Harry. I swear on Gryffindor's name, Hermione, you're not making a lick of sense." Selena argued.
"Just because you never saw what we saw." Ron grumbled.
Hermione rambled on. "I know a jinx when I see one, Hagrid, I've read all about them! You've got to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't blinking at all, I saw him!"
Evan frowned in distaste. "So, if Selena focuses her attention on the broom, it's alright, but when a Teacher starts to focus his attention on the broom, it's arson?"
Everyone stared at the Ravenclaw in surprise. Asha nodded. "Evan does have a point, maybe Snape was trying to do the same thing as Selena, save Harry."
Harry gave a laugh. "Snape? Save me? Asha, don't be daft. He hates my guts."
"Evan has got the right idea!" said Hagrid hotly. "I don' know why Harry's broom acted like that, but Snape wouldn' try an' kill a student! Now, listen to me, all of you, especially you four," he said, directing to Harry, Ron, Hermione and Selena. "yer meddlin' in things that don' concern yeh. It's dangerous. You forget that dog, an' you forget what it's guardin', that's between Professor Dumbledore an' Nicolas Flamel –"
"Aha!" said Harry, "so there's someone called Nicolas Flamel involved, is there?"
Hagrid looked furious with himself.