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After a few weeks the troll thing blew over, which Hermione and I were glad about. My arm finally got better and I was able to much more at Quidditch. Wood became almost maniac about training. He just knew that this year would be the year to win the Cup. HE worked everyone practically to death. Soon the weather got way to cold and the dark came too early. The practices were shortened to only an hour. Then, before any of us knew it, the Christmas Holidays were here. Only Ron, Harry, and I were staying at the castle. Hermione was going home to be with her family. She gave us very specific instructions on the research we had gathered. Opps. I forgot about that. During the whole year we had been researching this guy named Nicholas Flamel. He was the only known creator of the Sorcerers Stone. The Sorcerers Stone was a stone that gave you everlasting life from an elixir that was made by melting the stone. We had wormed the information out of Hagrid. The stone was what he had retrieved from the vault at Gringotts. It was somewhere here in the castle. We just had to figure out where. Oh there's another thing. At the beginning of the year, we had found a big three headed dog. Hermione and I both thought it was guarding something but what was the question. But I had a pretty good idea. It was the first day of the holidays and almost everyone was gone. I was walking around the halls reading a book when I bumped into Malfoy.

"Lookie here." He drawled. I looked up and sighed.

"Hi Malfoy."
"What are you doing all alone? Don't you have a fan club yet?" I glared at him. "Oh. That's right. You don't have one do you? No one cares about you. I'd forgotten." He smirked at me. I felt my face turning red. He was such a git. I pushed past him and kept walking. "Where are you going?"
"Away from you. Or I was trying to." He smirked again. I was sick of him.

"Well nice job."

"Just shut up Malfoy!" I snapped. As I looked at him his eyes got really big and he backed away a bit.

"Whoa!"

"What?"

"Your eyes just flashed blue."
"No they didn't. Your just imagining things."

"No! Really."
"Like I'd believe you?"
"You….you should." He said quietly.

"Why? You've never been friendly to anyone but Purebloods before. Why are you now associating with a Muggleborn?"
"Cause….I…. I think you're okay." I looked at him in awe.

"What. Ever." I turned away and headed to the Common Room. "See ya around Malfoy." I heard him come after me but stop. He sighed.

"Bye Hannah." I rolled my eyes. I finally got to the Common Room and ran to my dorm. I looked at myself in the mirror. How could Malfoy possibly have seen blue in my dark hazelish eyes? But it would be cool to have blue eyes, I thought. And then I did. I yelped and looked at myself. I now had blue eyes. What about blonde hair? And it was there. No way! I ran back to the Common Room looking for Harry and Ron.
"Guys! Guys!" I called.

"What? What happened?" Harry asked concerned.

"I... I can change my appearance!"
"What?!?!" Ron and Harry called at the same time. I nodded.

"Look." Then in an instant I changed my hair to blonde and my eyes to blue. Then back again. They looked at me in astonishment.

"No way." Ron breathed.

"What?"

"You're a metamorphigus! That's really rare!"
"Cool!" I said. I was so excited. Harry looked dubious. "What Harry?" I asked.

"It's just… I don't know." He sighed looking at my changing hair. I let it settle into my normal almost black. "Why haven't you noticed it before?"

"I don't know. It happened when I was talking to Malfoy." Both heads snapped up and looked at me. "What?" I said at the looks on their faces.

"You were talking to Malfoy?" Harry asked.

"More like arguing you know but yeah I was." Harry groaned.

"Hannah! He is no good!"
"I know Harry! I was walking down the halls reading and I ran into him. He was taunting me so I taunted back then I got miffed and he was all 'Whoa. Your eyes just turned blue.' I didn't believe him I walked away and tah-duh! I'm here!" I replied. I could see Harry relax a little. "You don't have to look out for me you know."
"I know but…"
"No buts okay?" He nodded. "So what do we think about Snape and the stone? Still think it's him?"

"Yeah. I mean what else?"

"Maybe someone else wants it and he's protecting it. I don't know!" I said massaging my temples. I was exhausted. "Why would someone so high on Dumbledore's trust ring want to steal something he's trying to protect? It doesn't add up." I looked at Harry and Ron and could tell I was fighting a losing battle. "Kay. Whatever. I need sleep see you in the morning. Night."
"Night." They replied together. I got ready for bed mulling things over. It really didn't make any sense. I hit the pillow and was fast asleep five minutes later.
I woke up the next morning and realized that it was Christmas. I noticed a small stack of presents at the end of my bed and started to unwrap them. From Hermione: A muggle fiction book I had seen her reading. From Harry: A book on Quidditch telling me I needed all the help I could get. A small pack of chocolate from Ron and then a package with no note. I opened it up and saw the most beautiful necklace. The thin silver chain was really long and at the end was a small silver heart with the initials S.B. I didn't know what that meant. I pulled it out and noticed there was a note. It read; This was your mothers. I know she would have wanted you to have it. I got it after she died. Happy Christmas. The writing looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't place it. Was S.B. my dad's initials? My mom would have been A.C. I wondered about that all through getting dressed. I walked into the common room fingering the chain. It was too long to wear over my robes so I had put it behind them and I could feel the coolness of the heart.

"Happy Christmas Hannah."
"Happy Christmas Ron. Happy Christmas Harry." I said smiling. "Thanks for the book Harry."
"Well you do need help."

"Oh shut up." I said laughing.

"Hannah look what Harry got." Ron said holding a cloak up.

"Great. What is it?"

"Hannah! It's an invisibility cloak!"

"Great. What does it do? Kidding, kidding!" I said at the looks on their faces. 'Let me guess. You put it on and you become invisible."
"Pretty complex right?" Harry smirked.

"Oh definatley, it's so hard to figure out what it would do for you. Who gave it to you anyway?"

"I don't know. I got this note but that's it." He handed me a note. I looked at it in shock. It was in the same hand that had written my note. Strange. The thin slanting writing was so familiar. I just couldn't place it.

"Does this writing look familiar to you at all?" I asked voicing my thoughts.

"Yeah it does actually. I just can't place it."
"Me either. But I know, I just know I've seen it before but where? Is it a teachers? But it doesn't look like any of the teachers so who's is it?"

"I don't know. But lets go down to the Great Hall the feast has probably already started." I handed him back the note and followed them to the Hall, fingering my chain the entire time. Who could have gotten this necklace for my mom? Who ended up with it? Too many un answered questions and too little information.

The rest of the day went by well. It was definatly the best Christmas ever. Ron and Harry played Wizards Chess and Fred and George played Exploding Snap. I on the other hand, curled into a chair by the fire with my new book. It was fascinating. Set in the 1800's, it was a romance by some Muggle named Jane Austen. I loved the language and the details. I was so wrapped in it that I didn't notice the fire dying, and the light out side fading. Or that everyone went to bed. I sat there reading until midnight. Then I heard something that jolted me. I saw Harry coming down the stairs looking back to make sure no one was there.

"What are you doing?" I asked quietly. He nearly jumped out of his skin. I smiled.

"What are you doing down here?"

"I asked you first."
"I'm going to the library for information on Nicholas Flamel form the restricted section."
"Can I come?"

"What? No!"
"Please? Give me one reason why not. We'll be invisible." I said pointing at his cloak.

"Oh alright! Just keep quiet."
"My lips are sealed." We headed to the library loving being able to not be seen. We finally got to our destination and headed for the restricted section. Our lantern had been under the cloak the whole time so we set it on a table and began to look. Not 5 minutes after we began was it that we heard something. It was Mrs. Norris. I pointed her out to Harry and in our haste to get under the cloak we knocked over the lantern making a tremendous crash that could have been heard 4 miles away. I looked at him in silent panic and threw the cloak over both of us. We made our way out of the restricted section but froze when we heard something at the entrance. We didn't move a muscle but waited. The person came into our sight and it was Filch. We took off as quickly and quietly as we could winding through the maze of shelves. We made our way to the halls not daring to breathe. We turned a corner not really knowing where we were going. But that corner was the worst turn in our journey. In that particular corridor was Snape and Quirrell. Harry stifled a gasp of pain and clutched his scar. I guess now was a good time to mention that whenever Quirrell was around Harry got really bad headaches. My scar just tingled. But anyway. They were arguing over something. I dragged Harry closer covering his mouth to hide his painful breathing.

"You don't want me as an enemy Quirrell." Snape said in a dangerously quietly voice.

"B...b...but I…I don't under…understand. I'm no…not doing any…anything." Quirrell stuttered in response.

"Just watch it. After that troll…." Snape trailed off looking in our direction. He reached out and grabbed at the air. I had a feeling he knew we were there. But he seemed to change his mind. He turned back to Quirrell. "After that troll at Halloween…"
"Professors!" Called a wheezy voice that belonged to Filch. Harry and I back up even more until we were flat against the wall not daring to move. "I found this in the library." He said holding up our lantern, "Still hot. You know what that means? Students out of bed." Snape and Quirrell abandoned the earlier argument and walked towards the library while Harry and I slipped through a door and out of sight.

"That was way to close." He whispered.

"But we're fine." I snapped, "Why are you whispering? No ones here." I said gesturing around us. I stopped when I caught sight of a mirror. "Whoa. Look." I walked towards it mesmerized. There was something mysterious about it. Harry followed me towards it looking dazed.

"Whoa. Look there's my parents."
"Right. Umm maybe you should get your eyes checked."
"No. Really they are right there!" He was starting to sound desperate.
"Uh-huh."
"Oh shut up Hannah."
"I didn't say anything." I replied. "I see…me?" I asked more than said. I could only really see me. I looked at the entire mirror and noticed something written at the top. It said:

Erised Stra Ehru Oyt Ube Cafru Oyt On Wohsi

"Hey Harry. Check out the weird backwards looking stuff at the top of the mirror." I said poking him in the ribs. He looked up and shrugged. "Oh come on! Isn't it cool?" I asked.
"Nope. Not really." I glared at him.

"Whatever."
"I want to show Ron. I'll go get him."
"No. Let's do it tomorrow night. I'm really tired." I grabbed his arm pulling him away. He grabbed the cloak and threw it over both of us. I took one more look at the mirror that showed Harry his parents but showed me nothing.

A/K: Okay, I thought I might need to explain what she saw in the Mirror. She saw nothing or so she thought. She saw herself wanting something. She doesn't really know what she wants but she wants to want something. So yeah. You can thank Kate for that confusing idea. Thanks!