Author note – I took some parts from the book. Also I want to add: I am from Israel, my English isn't such good, I got it that I have mistakes. If you have a problem with the mistakes stop reading my story. Thanks for all of these people who read and understand it.
The Quidditch season had begun. On Saturday, Harry would 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. So because it will be his first game, his family decided to come to Hogwarts to support him.
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.
It was really lucky that Harry now had Hermione as a friend. He didn't know how he'd have gotten through all his homework without her, what with all the last-minute Quidditch practice Wood was making them do. She had also tent him Quidditch Through the Ages, which turned out to be a very interesting read.
Harry learned that there were seven hundred ways of committing a Quidditch foul and that all of them had happened during a World Cup match in 1473; that Seekers were usually the smallest and fastest players, and that most serious Quidditch accidents seemed to happen to them; that although people rarely died playing Quidditch, referees had been known to vanish and turn up months later in the Sahara Desert.
Hermione had become a bit more relaxed about breaking rules, because she, Harry, Ron and Mia knew that something wrong is going under their nose and even under Dumbledore's nose. The day before Harry's first Quidditch match the three of them were out in the freezing courtyard during break, and she had conjured them up a bright blue fire that could be carried around in a jam jar. They were standing with their backs to it, getting warm, when his father crossed the yard. Harry, Ron, and Hermione moved closer together to block the fire from view; they were sure it wouldn't be allowed. "Hey you three, what are you doing here with book? You didn't know that it isn't good for you son to be out before the game?"
"Yes dad I know, we just were here talking and I didn't notice that it is early evening. Sorry" Harry looked at his dad with his big green mother's eyes.
" It is ok son and Oh, hello Professor Snape what are you doing here and why you limped?"
"Hello James, why I limped, well here are some people that don't need to know about it" he looked at him with angry face "Ohh yes you right I forgot about it" sorry, let me help you" and then he added "See you son tomorrow in the staffroom as mom told you, btw: Hermione if it is ok for you, Mia will sit with you while me and Lilly will sit with the teachers so put an eye on Mia please"
"No problem" answered Hermione and waved for a goodbye to Harry's father. After a while Harry mumbled "I wonder what's wrong with Snape's leg?"
"Dunno, but I hope it's really hurting him," said Ron bitterly.
The Gryffindor common room was very noisy that evening. Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat together next to a window. Hermione was checking Harry and Ron's Charms homework for them. She would never let them copy ("How will you learn?"), but by asking her to read it through, they got the right answers anyway.
Harry felt restless. Harry wanted to see his parents before he will go to the match, he knew that on the breakfast he won't have such time so while Getting up, he told Ron and Hermione that they would meet him in the Great Hall.
He made his way down to the staffroom and knocked. There was no answer. He knocked again. Nothing.
'Perhaps my parents aren't here, but yesterday Mia told me that they will be here with Snape?' Harry thought to himself. He pushed the door ajar and peered inside - and a horrible scene met his eyes.
Snape with Madam Pomfrey and his parents were inside, alone. Snape was holding his robes above his knees. One of his legs was bloody and mangled. Madam Pomfrey was handing Snape bandages.
"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 -
"HARRY!" his father's face was twisted with fury as he tried to cover up with his body Snape and his leg. Harry gulped.
"I just wanted to see you dad and mom, I will wait. Sorry Professor."
"It is ok, wait some seconds dear I finish right now" Madam Pomfrey said it and Harry nodded.
After he talked with his parents he went to the Great Hall for the breakfast and while the breakfast Harry whispered to Ron, Hermione and Mia what he had saw in the staffroom.
"You know what this means?" he finished breathlessly. "He tried to get past that three-headed dog at Halloween! That's where he was going when we saw him, running after Quirrell - he's after whatever it's guarding! And Id bet my broomstick Quirrell let that troll in, to make a diversion! And Snape try to get it before him that Quirrell won't take it!. "
Hermione's eyes were wide.
"No - he wouldn't, she said. "I know that Quirrell is wired and is afraid of everything alive and not, but he wouldn't try and steal something Dumbledore was keeping safe."
"Honestly, Hermione, you think all teachers are saints or something," snapped Ron. "I'm with Harry. I wouldn't put anything past Quirrell. But what's he after? What's that dog guarding?".
After it they started finely to eat. Nearly everyone. Harry was nervous and now Mia and Hermione try to convince him to eat.
"You've got to eat some breakfast." Mia said angrily at her older brother and added "If not I will call mom to here"
"I don't want anything."
"Just a bit of toast," wheedled Hermione.
"I'm not hungry."
Harry felt terrible. In an hour's time he'd be walking onto the field.
"Harry, you need your strength," said Seamus Finnigan. "Seekers are always the ones who get clobbered by the other team."
"Thanks, Seamus," said Harry, watching Seamus pile ketchup on his sausages.
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 still difficult to see what was going on sometimes.
Ron, Hermione and Mia joined Neville, Seamus, and Dean the West Ham fan up in the top row. As a surprise for Harry, they had painted a large banner on one of the sheets 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 colors. 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.
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 as if he had some troll blood in him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the fluttering banner high above, flashing Potter for President over the crowd. His 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 - back to Johnson and - no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, 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, 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, Hermione and Mia squeezed together to give Hagrid enough space to join them.
"Bin watchin' from me hut," said Hagrid, patting a large 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."
"Kept outta trouble, though, that's somethin'," said Hagrid, raising his binoculars and peering skyward at the speck that was Harry.
Way up above them, Harry was gliding over the game, squinting about for some sign of the Snitch. This was part of his and Wood's game plan.
"Keep out of the way until you catch sight of the Snitch," Wood had said. "We don't want you attacked before you have to be."
When Angelina had scored, Harry had done a couple of loop-the-loops to let off 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, more like a cannonball than anything, 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 in 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 midair 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 spun off course, Harry holding on for dear life.
"Foul!" screamed the Gryffindors.
Madam Hooch spoke angrily to Flint and then ordered a free shot at the goal posts for Gryffindor. But in all the confusion, of course, 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!"
"But this isn't soccer, Dean," Ron reminded him.
"Oh, right I am in Quidditch game now".
Hagrid, however, was on Dean's side.
"They oughta change the rules. Flint coulda knocked Harry outta the air."
Lee Jordan was finding it difficult not to take sides.
"So - after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating
"Jordan!" growled Professor McGonagall.
"I mean, after that open and revolting foul
'Jordan, I'm warning you -"
"All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I'm sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Spinner, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor still in possession."
It was as Harry dodged another Bludger, which went spinning dangerously past his head, that it happened. His broom gave a sudden, 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 again. It was as though the broom was trying to buck him off. But Nimbus Two Thousands did not suddenly decide to buck their riders off. Harry tried to turn back toward the Gryffindor goal- posts - he had half a mind to ask Wood to call time-out - and then he realized that his broom was completely out of his 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 - hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hope it broke his nose - only joking, Professor - Slytherins score - A 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.
"Dunno what Harry thinks he's doing," Hagrid mumbled. He stared through his binoculars. "If I didn' know better, I'd say he'd lost control of his broom... but he can't have..."
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. He was now dangling from it, holding on with only one hand.
"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 - no kid could do that to a Nimbus Two Thousand."
At these words, Mia seized Hagrid's binoculars, but instead of looking up at her brother, she started looking frantically at the crowd.
"What are you doing?" moaned Hermione, gray-faced.
"I knew it," Mia gasped, " Quirrell - look."
Hermione grabbed the binoculars. Quirrell was in the middle of the stands opposite them. He had his eyes fixed on Harry and was muttering nonstop under his breath. And then she saw how Snape and his mom doing the same but used another words. (Mia can read lips very well, like her grandmother from her dad side).
"He's doing something - jinxing the broom, while Snape and mom try to protect Harry" said Mia.
"What should we do?" Ron asked
"Leave it to me."
Before Ron or Mia could say another word, Hermione had disappeared and the binoculars was in Ron's hands. Ron turned the binoculars back on Harry and then to Quirrell and then back to Harry and back to Quirrell. His broom was vibrating so hard, it was almost impossible for him to hang on much longer. The whole crowd was on its feet, watching, terrified, as the Weasleys flew up to try and pull Harry safely 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 and Mia muttered desperately.
Hermione had fought her way across to the stand where Quirrell stood, and was now racing along the row behind him. Reaching Quirrell, she crouched down, pulled out her wand, and whispered a few, well- chosen words. Bright blue flames shot from her wand onto the hem of Quirrell's robes.
It took perhaps thirty seconds for Quirrell to realize that he was on fire. A sudden yelp told her she had done her job. Scooping the fire off him into a little jar in her pocket, she scrambled back along the row - Quirrell would never know what had happened.
It was enough. Up in the air, Harry was suddenly able to clamber back on to his broom.
"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 crowd saw him clap his hand to his mouth as though he was about to be sick - he hit the field on all fours - coughed - and something gold fell into his hand.
"I've got the Snitch!" he shouted, waving it above his head, and the game ended in complete confusion.
"He didn't catch it, he nearly swallowed it," Flint was still howling twenty minutes later, but it made no difference - Harry hadn't broken any rules and Lee Jordan was still happily shouting the results - Gryffindor had won by one hundred and seventy points to sixty.
Harry heard none of this, though. He was being made a cup of strong tea back in Hagrid's hut, with Ron, Mia and Hermione.
"It was Quirrell," Ron was explaining, "Hermione, Mia and I saw him. He was cursing your broomstick, muttering, he wouldn't take his eyes off you."
"Rubbish," said Hagrid, who hadn't heard a word of what had gone on next to him in the stands. "Why would Quirrell do somethin' like that?"
Harry, Ron, Mia and Hermione looked at one another, wondering what to tell him. Harry decided on the truth.
"I found out something about him," he told Hagrid. "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 do you know about Fluffy?" he said.
"Fluffy?"
"Yeah - he's mine - bought him off a Greek chappie I met in the pub las' year - I 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 Quirrell's trying to steal it."
"Rubbish," said Hagrid again. " Quirrell 's a Hogwarts teacher, he'd do nothin' of the sort."
"So why did he just try and kill Harry?" cried Hermione.
The afternoon's events certainly seemed to have changed her mind about Quirrell. "Mia knows a jinx when she sees one, Hagrid, we both have read all about them! You've got to keep eye contact, and Quirrell wasn't blinking at all, I saw him! And Snape with Harry's mother said a protection spell. Mia was the one who noticed it."
"I'm tellin' yeh, yer wrong!" said Hagrid hotly. "I don' know why Harry's broom acted like that, but Quirrell wouldn' try an' kill a student! Now, listen to me, all three of yeh, well four including you Mia - 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.
After the game Mia was with Ron, Harry and Hermione in the Common room waiting for her parents. While she was waiting for them, she was eating some chocolate frogs. On one of the chocolate frogs she discovers Albus Dumbledore, for thousand times that she and Harry have the collection of chocolate frogs as Ron. (They try to collect all of the cards) but now she read what was written behind his picture more carefully:
'ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
CURRENTLY HEADMASTER OF HOGWARTS
Considered by many the greatest wizard of modern times, Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel. Professor Dumbledore enjoys chamber music and tenpin bowling.'
"I found it! I know now where to look for the information! I found it!" she screamed. "What do you find sis?" Harry looked at his sister puzzled.
"I will read it for you brother… hmm.. '…his work on alchemy with his partner Nicolas Flamel' she finished read and then added "We have at home couple of books about alchemy and about Nicolas Flamel work so tomorrow I will read and look for information and what I will find I will owl you". Harry, Ron and Hermione nodded and agreed that Hermione will collect all the information from Mia.
After 10 minutes Harry's and Mia's parents came and the Potter family flew with the floo connection back to the Potter Manor.
On the next week the trio got a letter from Mia and it was written:
'Hello guys, well I read a lot of books and the only things that I found about Nicolas Flamel and alchemy was this thing that I copy for you:
" Nicolas Flamel is the only known maker of the Sorcerer's Stone"
Now that stone is the thing that is guarding by Fluffy. Because if you read it you will understand (Maybe Hermione will understands quicker and then she could explain to you two, I mean Harry and Ron what I meant here) so…now read:
" The ancient study of alchemy is concerned with making the Sorcerer's Stone, a legendary substance with astonishing powers. The stone will transform any metal into pure gold. It also produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker immortal.
There have been many reports of the Sorcerer's Stone over the centuries, but the only Stone currently in existence belongs to Mr. Nicolas Flamel, the noted alchemist and opera lover. Mr. Flamel, who celebrated his six hundred and sixty-fifth birthday last year, enjoys a quiet life in Devon with his wife, Perenelle (six hundred and fifty-eight)."
Got it? I think that it is the best that I can do. See you soon Harry and Ron.
Mia.
After they read it Hermione said "She is right, I took a book from library and find the same things that she wrote here. I defiantly think that Quirrell wants to take the stone. And I bet he asked Dumbledore to keep it safe for him, because they're friends and he knew someone was after it, that's why he wanted the Stone moved out of Gringotts!". "Good job! Hermione, if you knew it, why you didn't tell anyone of us about it?" Ron asked her with a mouth full of omelet. "Yesterday I found it but I wasn't sure and you two didn't have time to that. Harry was in the training and you Ron made your homework while I was checking Harry's. And btw: Harry you did a very good work". Then they went to their lessons.
Christmas time:
Christmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban. The few owls that managed to battle their way through the stormy sky to deliver mail had to be nursed back to health by Hagrid before they could fly off again.
No one could wait for the holidays to start. While the Gryffindor common room and the Great Hall had roaring fires, the drafty corridors had become icy and a bitter wind rattled the windows in the classrooms. Worst of all were Professor Snape's classes down in the dungeons, where their breath rose in a mist before them and they kept as close as possible to their hot cauldrons.
"I do feel so sorry," said Draco Malfoy, one Potions class, "for all those people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they're not wanted at home." He was looking over at Harry as he spoke. Crabbe and Goyle chuckled. He thought that Harry would stay in Hogwarts with Ron; he didn't know that he will go home Harry, who was measuring out powdered spine of lionfish, ignored them. Malfoy had been even more unpleasant than usual since the Quidditch match. Disgusted that the Slytherins had lost, he had tried to get everyone laughing at how a wide-mouthed tree frog would be replacing Harry as Seeker next. Then he'd realized that nobody found this funny, because they were all so impressed at the way Harry had managed to stay on his bucking broomstick. So Malfoy was jealous and angry.
This Holiday will be special for Harry because this time Ron and his brothers will come to the Potter Manor. Last year the Potters were in the Borrow for Christmas and this year Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were going to Romania to visit Charlie, so Ron and his brothers coming with Harry.
When they left the dungeons at the end of Potions, they found a large fir tree blocking the corridor ahead. Two enormous feet sticking out at the bottom and a loud puffing sound told them that Hagrid was behind it.
"Hi, Hagrid, want any help?" Ron asked, sticking his head through the branches.
"Nah, I'm all right, thanks, Ron."
"Would you mind moving out of the way?" came Malfoys cold drawl from behind them. "Are you trying to earn some extra money, Weasley? Hoping to be gamekeeper yourself when you leave Hogwarts, I suppose - that hut of Hagrid's must seem like a palace compared to what your family's used to."
Ron dived at Malfoy just as Snape came up the stairs.
"WEASLEY!"
Ron let go of the front of Malfoy's robes.
"He was provoked, Professor Snape," said Hagrid, sticking his huge hairy face out from behind the tree. "Malfoy was insultin' his family."
"Be that as it may, fighting is against Hogwarts rules, Hagrid," said Snape silkily. "Five points from Gryffindor, Weasley, and be grateful it isn't more, and five points from Slytherin, Malfoy, for your provoked. Move along, all of you. "
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle pushed roughly past the tree, scattering needles everywhere and smirking.
"I'll get him," said Ron, grinding his teeth at Malfoy's back, "one of these days, I'll get him -"
"Come on, cheer up, it's nearly Christmas," said Hagrid. "Tell yeh what, come with me an' see the Great Hall, looks a treat."
So the trio: Hermione, Ron and Harry followed Hagrid and his tree off to -the Great Hall, where Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were busy with the Christmas decorations.
"Ah, Hagrid, the last tree - put it in the far corner, would you?"
The hall looked spectacular. Festoons of holly and mistletoe hung all around the walls, and no less than twelve towering Christmas trees stood around the room, some sparkling with tiny icicles, some glittering with hundreds of candles.
"How many days you got left until yer holidays?" Hagrid asked.
"Just one," said Hermione. "And that reminds me - Harry, Ron, we've got half an hour before lunch, we should go to pack stuff that we won't need it and check the library for the last time."
"Oh yeah, you're right," said Ron, tearing his eyes away from Professor Flitwick, who had golden bubbles blossoming out of his wand and was trailing them over the branches of the new tree.
"The library?" said Hagrid, following them out of the hall. "Just before the holidays? Bit keen, aren't yeh?"
"Oh, we're not working," Harry told him brightly. "Ever since you mentioned Nicolas Flamel we've been trying to find out who he is."
"You what?" Hagrid looked shocked. "Listen here - I've told yeh - drop it. It's nothin' to you what that dog's guardin'."
"We just want to know who Nicolas Flamel is, that's all," said Hermione.
"Unless you'd like to tell us and save us the trouble?" Harry added. "We must've been through hundreds of books already and we can't find him anywhere - just give us a hint - I know I've read his name somewhere."
"I'm sayin' nothin, said Hagrid flatly.
"Just have to find out for ourselves, then," said Ron, and they left Hagrid looking disgruntled and hurried off to the library.
They trie to find more information about Flamel, but they couldn't find more then they have already.
Hermione took out a list of subjects and titles she had decided to search while Ron strode off down a row of books and started pulling them off the shelves at random. Harry wandered over to the Restricted Section. He had been wondering for a while if Flamel wasn't somewhere in there. Unfortunately, you needed a specially signed note from one of the teachers to look in any of the restricted books, and he knew he'd never get one. These were the books containing powerful Dark Magic never taught at Hogwarts, and only read by older students studying advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts.
He, Ron, and Hermione had already agreed they'd better not ask Madam Pince where they could find Flamel. They were sure she'd be able to tell them, but they couldn't risk Quirrell hearing what they were up to. So they decided to ask Harry's parents and Mia who already found a lot of books for older students at home. Harry waited outside in the corridor to see if the other two had found anything, but he wasn't very hopeful. They had been looking for two weeks, after A, but as they only had odd moments between lessons it wasn't surprising they'd found nothing. What they really needed was a nice long search without Madam Pince breathing down their necks. Five minutes later, Ron and Hermione joined him, shaking their heads. They went off to lunch.
"You will keep looking at your home Harry, right?" said Hermione. "And send me an owl if you find anything."
"And you could ask your parents if they know who Flamel is," said Ron. "It'd be safe to ask them."
"Very safe, as they're both dentists," said Hermione.
Once the holidays had started, Percy, Fred, George, Ron and Harry were having a very good time at the Potter Manor. First when they came home they decided to start with their homework and after it start to relax and have fun. So Harry and Ron hadn't such time to think much about Flamel, they told Mia what to look for and she did all the 'black work'. Once she fined something helpful she read it to them and write it down for Hermione, she finished with that very quickly and owl everything that she got.
Ron and Harry played wizard chess. This was exactly like Muggle chess except that the figures were alive, which made it a lot like directing troops in battle. Ron's set was very old and battered. Like everything else he owned, it had once belonged to someone else in his family - in this case, his grandfather. However, old chessmen weren't a drawback at all. Ron knew them so well he never had trouble getting them to do what he wanted.
Harry played with his own chessmen but, they didn't trust him much because he didn't play a lot with them. Fred and George were exploring the wood that was near the Potter Manor, they also helped to James to clean the snow from the doorway and of course play Quidditch with Harry, Ron, Mia and Percy. Percy usually was in the library and sometimes helped Lilly in the shop. While the boys have fun Mia was helping her grandmother with the preparing for Christmas Eve. On Christmas Eve, Harry went to bed looking forward to the next day for the food and the fun and a mountain of presents as every year. When he woke up and came down to the living room, where already were Mia and Ron who try to get all their presents together from under the tree.
"Merry Christmas," said Ron as he saw Harry coming to them closer.
"You, too," said Harry. "Do I get something?" he asked
"Of Course you can. Let's see, here it is yours, and this one, and this, this is from my family and this is from Hagrid, from Hermione, your sister and your family" said Ron, turning to his own pile and added "Me and Mia get all the presents and arranged them in groups according to the names of all of us".
Harry picked up the top parcel. It was wrapped in thick brown paper and scrawled across it was To Harry, from Hagrid. Inside was a roughly cut wooden flute. Hagrid had obviously whittled it himself. Harry blew it - it sounded a bit like an owl. From Hermione he got a book about all the Quidditch seekers from all the history of magic. From his parents and sister he got a set treatment for his broom and a pair of special glasses Aviation. "Ok, I got here from my parents, Hermione and Hagrid. So that's supposed to be from your mother, right?"
"You are definitely right, look at this" said Ron, turning a bit pink and pointing to a very lumpy parcel. "My mom. I told her that you likes sweaters and you once even wear mine so she made you a Weasley sweater."
Harry had torn open the parcel to find a thick, hand-knitted sweater in emerald green and a large box of homemade fudge.
"Every year she makes us a sweater," said Ron, unwrapping his own, "and mine's always maroon."
"That's really nice of her," said Harry, trying the fudge, which was very tasty.
His next present also contained candy - a large box of Chocolate Frogs from his grandparents. This only left one parcel. Harry picked it up and felt it. It was very light. He unwrapped it. Something fluid and silvery gray went slithering to the floor where it lay in gleaming folds. Ron gasped. "I've heard of those," he said in a hushed voice, dropping the box of Every Flavor Beans he'd gotten from Hermione. "If that's what I think it is - they're really rare, and really valuable."
"What is it?" Harry picked the shining, silvery cloth off the floor. It was strange to the touch, like water woven into material. "It's an invisibility cloak," said Ron, a look of awe on his face. "I'm sure it is - try it on." Harry threw the cloak around his shoulders and Ron gave a yell. "It is! Look down!" Harry looked down at his feet, but they were gone. He dashed to the mirror. Sure enough, his reflection looked back at him, just his head suspended in midair, his body completely invisible. He pulled the cloak over his head and his reflection vanished completely. "There's a note!" said Ron suddenly. "A note fell out of it!"
Harry pulled off the cloak and seized the letter. It was his father's handwriting that he recognized immediately:
Son, it was mine first cloak when I got my first job as an Auror, once you saw it on me and then tried by yourself and you always wanted it. So it is time for you to take it because I have now a new one. Use it well.
Dad.
After some minutes he noticed that his dad was staring at him and then he asked "So you like it son, and dose it understood, you only use it well. Ok?!"
"Sure dad, now I am hungry, let's goes to the kitchen"
By the time Lilly, Mia and three elves were already in the kitchen. Ron went up to call his brothers and then everyone started to eat. When Fred and George came they noticed that Harry is wearing theirs mother sweater and said "very nice sweater, good color". They both were wearing blue sweaters, one with a large yellow F on it, the other a G. Percy who came behind them wished Marry Christmas to all and was wearing his dark purple sweater. After the breakfast everyone went outside to play Quidditch, even James and Lilly. After the Quidditch they all drank hot chocolate and went play chess. Today Lilly and James hosts some teachers from Hogwarts. This time it will be Dumbledore, McGonagall and Flitwick. (At the beginning they supposed to host Snape, but he needed to stay at Hogwarts for the protection from Quirrell.)
The table was full of good: A hundred fat, roast turkeys; mountains of roast and boiled potatoes; platters of chipolatas; tureens of buttered peas, silver boats of thick, rich gravy and cranberry sauce - and stacks of wizard crackers every few feet along the table. Harry pulled a wizard cracker with Fred and it didn't just bang, it went off with a blast like cannon and engulfed them all in a cloud of blue smoke, while from the inside exploded a rear admiral's hat and several live, white mice. Dumbledore had swapped his pointed wizard's hat for a flowered bonnet, and was chuckling merrily at a joke Professor Flitwick had just read him.
Flaming Christmas puddings followed the turkey. Percy nearly broke his teeth on a silver sickle embedded in his slice. While the children were busy with the gifts they received, the adults began a talk about the defense of the stone. Mia and Harry were chatting and in the same time were listening because it is very important for them; it is more information for what they need. Dumbledore said that tomorrow the last defenses for the stone would be settled by him. It was a special mirror that was called 'The Mirror of Erised'. It was a magnificent mirror, as high as the ceiling, with an ornate gold frame, standing on two clawed feet. There was an inscription carved around the top: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi. "It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts." Said Dumbeldore and this words was enough for Harry, Ron and Mia to understand that Quirrell wants the stone for someone or for himself. They was sure that it is for someone because they remembered that the time when Hagrid told them that someone killed unicorn and drank his blood.
When Harry finally left the table, he was laden down with a stack of things out of the crackers, including a pack of nonexplodable, luminous balloons, a Grow-Your-Own-Warts kit, and his new wizard chess set. The white mice had disappeared and Harry had a nasty feeling they were going to end up as one of their cats for Christmas dinner. Then Harry, Ron and Mia went to his room and write a letter for Hermione. While Mia was writing the letter Harry started to think about the man who left on his forehead the scar and he remembered the time that on Mia's last birthday they were in the zoo and he actually spoke with snake. 'It's no coincidence: First the scar, the theft from Gringotts, the troll, the dog with three heads, stone. This is related to the dark Lord. But he is dead, unless he left things that must to be destroyed for that his soul with defiantly destroyed. That's it, it must be it'.
"I got up with something. Think for minute maybe all the events happened and have the connection with the Dark Lord" he said.
"Harry you talked about your scar, the theft from Gringotts, the troll, the dog with three heads and the stone?" Mia asked him. "I thought about it too, and I have no doubt that Quirrell is something that was left by the Dark Lord, like one of his soul part or something. I can write it to Hermione and later after we will have all the evidence we can talk with the adults, I think you Harry will talk with Dumbledore by the end of the year. Until then we will have enough evidence to tell the truth about Quirrell. Give me please to finish the letter and let's go out to have a fight".
Later Harry, Mia and the Weasleys spent a happy afternoon having a furious snowball fight near the lake. Then, cold, wet, and gasping for breath, they returned to the fire in living room, where Harry gave Mia his new chess set and she broke them by losing spectacularly to Ron. She suspected she wouldn't have lost so badly if Percy hadn't tried to help her so much because usually she can beat anyone. After a meal of turkey sandwiches, crumpets, trifle, and Christmas cake, everyone felt too full and sleepy to do much before bed except sit and watch Percy chase Fred and George all over two and third floors because they'd stolen his prefect badge.
It had been Harry's best Christmas day ever near his family and his best friend and his brothers.
Week after all the boys were back to Hogwarts. Hermione sent her letter on the last night before they came back to school. Harry and Mia decided that Harry and Ron will answer her back when they will meet her in the train and they will discuss the details. The conclusion of it is that she as Mia and Harry thought the same but still they don't have yet a lot evidence for that they can say without any doubt that Quirrell is up to something and do bad things under Dumbledore's nose.