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As Harry began unpacking his school trunk he greeted Neville who was sitting on his own bed with a massive pile of candy around him. Kurome would have gone nuts at the sight of all of those sweets.

"Have a good holiday Neville?" Harry asked his friend.

"Yeah it was great!" Neville exclaimed nodding his head. "My Gran got me all of these sweets."

"A friend of mine got something similar," Harry told him. "Although she devoured it in just a few minutes. You look like you haven't even scratched the surface."

"Yeah," Neville agreed. "Since my Gran was away this holiday she decided to send me these since I was stuck in here. I think she went a little overboard though."

"That's an understatement," Harry said agreeing with Neville's assessment.

"You know if you want you can have some," Neville offered.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked.

"Yeah I reckon I got more than I can handle on my own, so help yourself."

Harry shrugged his shoulders as if to say: why not? And picked up one of the candy boxes. He saw that it was labeled as Chocolate Frogs.

Knowing how bizarre wizards could sometimes be Harry decided to ask, "Neville they're not actual frogs are they?"

Neville shook his head. "No, but they are rumored to hop away from you if you don't eat them fast enough."

Opening the box Harry saw that indeed there was a surprisingly life like looking frog made of chocolate. He picked it up and took a bite. It was surprisingly tasteful, although it did leave him with a strange aftertaste of pond water.

He was about to toss the box away when something caught his eye inside of the box.

It was a card. And on the front there was a picture of their Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.

"Neville do these usually come with cards inside?"

Neville nodded. "Yeah you get one with every frog."

Looking at the card Harry saw that the detail on the picture was very similar to the real Dumbledore. It even had that twinkle in his eyes that Harry had noticed when he looked at the Headmaster.

Turning it over Harry saw that the card even came with a brief description about Dumbledore.

That's when harry saw it, the name Nicholas Flamel.

His eyes widened at his discovery. All that time he spent looking for the name, it had been on the back of a card found in a chocolate box.

The card said that Dumbledore worked with Flamel in the field of alchemy. Harry had never heard of that field before. That was probably why he hadn't found anything, he had been searching in the wrong sections.

"Are you alright Harry?" Neville asked shaking him out of his thought. "You looked like you were spacing out."

"Yeah I'm fine Neville," Harry reassured. "It's just that I just found out more on what that dog's guarding on the third floor.

Neville was surprised. "How?" He asked. "How did you find out more from a candy card?"

"After Halloween I overheard Snape talking to Hagrid about the dog," explained Harry. "I also heard Snape mention someone named Flamel, and on the back of this card I saw that Dumbledore worked with a Nicholas Flamel. And I'm willing to bet they're the same."

"But why would this Flamel leave whatever of his at a school?" Neville asked. "And what even is it?"

To that Harry had no response. However he planned to find out soon once he got to reveal what he had found to Hermione.

It wasn't until after lunch the next day that Harry was able to catch up with his friend from Ravenclaw.

"Hermione!" Harry called out to her as they were both leaving the great hall.

"What is it?" she asked.

"I found out more about Flamel," Harry told her in a hushed whisper.

Hermione's eyes widened as she began dragging him up to the library.

"What did you find?" she asked once they reached their destination.

"I found out his first name is Nicholas and that he worked with Dumbledore in the field of alchemy," Harry informed her.

Hermione nodded as she began to wander amongst the shelves looking for the section on alchemy. It took about ten minutes to find, but that was only due to the section itself being so small and towards the back of the library.

Grabbing a book about famous Alchemists Hermione began reading. "Now I understand why Flamel wouldn't be mentioned in any magical books, it says here that alchemy is actually a science not a magic. Who would have known?"

"What's it saw about Flamel?" Harry asked trying to get back on topic.

"Oh right, well it says that he is the only known maker of the Philosophers stone, or Sorcerer's Stone which ever you prefer."

"What's that?" Harry asked feeling that they were very close to finding out the truth.

"Well the stone itself is rumored to be able to turn any metal into pure gold," Hermione told him.

"He must be the richest man alive then," Harry commented.

"That's not all," Hermione said. "The stone also produces the Elixir of Life which when drunk gives that person immortality."

"What?!" Harry asked in shock of that revelation. If that was true then the stone would have to be destroyed. That was just too much power for someone to possess. It was dangerous.

"If this information is correct then that means-,"

"That's what's behind the trapdoor," Harry finished for her. "And that someone is going to try and steal it."

"Why would think that? Hermione asked. Confused to what he meant.

"Well someone tried to do it before on Halloween," Harry told her.

"How do you know that?"

"Think about it, when would there be a prime opportunity for someone to try and sneak into the third floor?" Harry asked her. "It would be a time where all the students and staff are hurrying back to their dorms with the teachers all going to one place at the same time to fight the troll."

"That, that makes sense," Hermione agreed. "But who? Who would try and steal it?"

"The same person who let the troll in," Harry answered. "The person who told the whole school about it."

"Quirrell?!" Hermione asked clearly not expecting that. "But he's so, so bumbling, and clumsy, and-,"

"The last person anyone would ever expect?"

Hermione's eyes widened. "But why? What could Quirrell possible stand to gain by stealing that stone?"

"I don't know," Harry answered truthfully. "But for whatever reason it's not a good one."