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Chapter Fifteen

February 1st, 1992

What happened after the discovery of the identity of Flamel was a blurred memory that lasted until the moment I had sat down in the bleachers to watch Gryffindor compete against Hufflepuff. Harry was down in the lockers to prepare for the match, Ron, and Hermione were sitting next to me our wands concealed in the wide flap of our robes.

The stadium was slightly crowded and had a certain electrifying buzz to it, possibly because of my sudden appearance. The many voices my ears received caused a small pounding in my head to occur. For another strange reason, I had a feeling something not match-related was going to happen today soon.

"Ready to see your first match, Mary?" Sean asked from above me. Turning around with a smile on my face, I responded with a hearty "You can bet on that, Sean." The crowd roared and I quickly turned around to witness both teams enter the field. The pounding increased slightly. When the Quidditch captains shook hands, however, my vision changed.

I am at the Forbidden Forest and it is at night. I hear some rustling in the branches and look up to see Harry on his broom looking towards the right. Turning to that direction, my ears finally register the sound of two males arguing. I walk forward and the conversation grows louder.

"Oh, I'd thought we keep this private Quirrell," said what I recognize as Professor Snape's voice. "After all, students aren't supposed to know about the Sorcerer's Stone."

I almost tumbled into the nearby bush of poison ivy at those words (did Snape know about our search?), missed Quirrell's next words, and righted myself right when Snape spoke again.

"Never mind that! Anyway, did you figure out how to get past that rambling dog of Hagrid's' yet?"

"B-b-but Severus, I-"

"You don't want me as your enemy, Quirrell."

Just when Snape steps forward, the scene changes and I am facing a three-headed dog. It rises from its sitting position with its hackles raised and I notice the trapdoor underneath his four legs. The voice in my head whispers that the dog's name is Fluffy. If it had not been the fact that it looks like it's about to bite my head off, I probably would have laughed at the name.

Right before it barks, the scene changes again and I see my guitar sitting on the covers of my bed. At first, it seems that I am alone, but then I notice the figure standing over the guitar. She was so transparent, I almost did not notice her and the way she looked so familiar. It was only when she turned around did I then realized that my mother was looking at me.

"Mary?" she asked in a confused voice. "What are you doing he-"

She broke off and smiled. "Of course, your gift must be kicking in."

I was confused. "What gift? Why are you here? I thought you were dead."

She sadly shook her head and tried to hold back the tears that gathered in her eyes. "I'm sorry, but I can't tell you now. Another time will come when I can talk to you again. Maybe tonight. Right now, you must go back to the Quidditch field."

Before I could protest, mum touches my forehead and I am back in my seat at the Hogwarts stadium. Looking around, I notice that everyone is standing and cheering as Harry takes a dive towards the ground - well, except for the six boys in the seat behind me engaging in a fistfight.

"Will you guys stop it?" I groan as the wand hidden up in the sleeve of my cloak is pulled out. Muttering Frangens, the memories of what had just happened mentally pop up, allowing me time to think over it all.

Fluffy must have been the dog Professor McGonagall mentioned in her notes. Remembering the Greek Mythology class back from fifth grade, my mind classified him as Cerberus, the dog that guarded the Underworld, keeping the living from coming in and the dead out. The only thing that caught him off guard was a bit of cake or the sweet sound of music. No question on why mum's spiritual energy (for lack of a better name besides the g word that I will not say) was leaning over the guitar. I think she was indicating that Fluffy's weakness for music should be used, seeing that I've got no clue on how to smuggle cake out of the Great Hall without Lavender's sweet tooth finding it first.

The conversation between Quirrell and Snape obviously meant that somehow they are working together to uncover the Sorcerer's Stone for all its glory and infinite power and riches. The only piece missing in this puzzle is why and how that they had come together without any argument. While it seems that Snape has the upper hand in this devious operation, I had detected a strand of something in his voice – perhaps fear – that suggested the absurd idea of Quirrell having some sort of invisible power over the Potions teacher. The thought is so ridiculous that I laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Malfoy demanded, nosy and arrogant as usual.

Picking a quick topic, I spoke, "Your black eye. It seems hilarious that a person of middle-class standing can beat up a higher-classed Malfoy."

The minute his face began to color, I ran out onto the field like everyone else to congratulate Harry on his success.

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"Are you okay, Mary?"

"I am fine, Hermione. I just want to get a little bit more sleep."

"What about homework?"

"Already done."

"Are you alright?"

That question made me hesitate. Am I going bonkers and only imagined what happened at the Quidditch field? Instinct told me no.

"I am fine." I replied while pretending to suppress a huge yawn. Hermione believed in it, completely. She grabbed a large, papery hardback book titled The Delusions of Daydreams and Sleep by an author her hand covered. Ever since she learned about what happened earlier today, she has been researching about why the previous events had occurred. So far, nothing.

Sliding beneath the covers, I willed myself to sleep and found myself in a white-walled room with only one door and no window. I am seated in a wooden chair and across from me is my mother.

"Mum," I breathed out.

She smiled. "Hello Mary. It's about time you learn about your own prophecy."

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