The Coolest Thing

Chapter Fourteen

Oh my god, this one is almost done! That makes me so happy. There are going to be about three chapters left. WHOO! Then I get to move on back to number two. Finally!

It wasn't until dark when I came back to the common room. I took my own advice and hung outside and played in the snow. I was out there for what felt like hours, but I would have stayed out longer if the wind hadn't picked up. And by the look of things, it seemed that I had missed lunch and dinner while I was out in the snow. How that happened, I will never know. I should have heard my stomach growling, but I wasn't hungry. I know, me not hungry, shocking.

When I entered the common room, I spotted Harry and Ron playing, yet again, another game of Wizard's Chess. I swear that's all they've been doing over the holiday. Ron was winning, as usual.

"Harry, Ron, can't you guys think of anything better to do?" Both of their heads snapped up from the game board and stared at me.

"Haylee, you're back," Harry jumped to his feet. Ron followed suit. "We need to show you something."

"What no "How was your day?" or "What did Dumbledore have to say to you?" I asked. "What do you need to show me, and why do you have the Invisibility Cloak with you? Did you find anything on Flammel?"

"I'll explain everything later, just follow us," Harry took hold of my arm as we rocketed out of the room.

They led me through hallways that I had never been in before. Harry must have found them somehow. He just kept pulling my arm until we stopped at a door that Harry pushed open. Inside, was a small, dimly-light chamber,and up against the wall was a mirror.

"You made me come all the way down here for a bloody mirror?" I asked. "You seriously brought me down here to see this?"

"It's not just any old mirror," the boys stared at the grimy glass. "Come stand right here and look in it properly."

"I don't see what the big deal is," I mumbled standing in front of them. "What am I supposed to see? I see you and me, Harry, that's what you see in a mirror. Wait, who's that? Is that, mum and dad? Why can I see them in the mirror?"

"Cool, isn't it?" He smiled at my side. "I can see them too. Ron doesn't though. I think it shows you what you want to most."

"This is the coolest thing," I gazed at my parents that were just beyond the glass. "Almost as cool as me being an Animagus."

"Wait what?" Ron wondered. "An Animagus? So, that's what Dumbledore wanted, huh?"

"Yup, supposedly dad passed down the ability to me. Dumbledore said it is very rare," I told them. 'Well boys, it's getting late and I am kind of tired."

"That sounds like a good idea," Harry agreed. "What a day."

"I know what you mean," I said following them out of the room.

Unfortunately though, every good thing must come to an end. The holidays came to a close and soon everyone came back. Hermione was so excited to tell us all about her vacation to Greece. She went on and on about how warm and sunny it was there. Sorry Hermione, but its winter, there should be snow falling from the sky. Anyway, we told her about our little adventure to that unknown room where the mirror was, and she freaked out! "If you would have been caught," she tsked. Hermione even wanted to go check it out for herself, but Harry told all of us that Dumbledore specifically told him that the mirror was being taken to a new home and that no one was to go looking for it again.

"That's not fair," I whined. "I wanted to go see it again."

"It's not that big of a deal. It's only a mirror," she said.

"Only a mirror?" I asked her. "Only a mirror that I could look into and see my parents looking back at me? Yes, Hermione, it's only a mirror. And we still didn't find anything out about that Nicolas Flamel character."

"That's where I have news for you three," she led us back up to the library, where plenty of other students were getting ready for the new term. "I remember checking this book out weeks ago for a bit of light reading," she pulled out a massive sized, encyclopedia looking, text from the shelf.

"This is light?" Ron and I wondered aloud.

With a loud thud, Hermione dropped the book on the table and flipped it open, but no without giving Ron and me a nasty glare. Flipping through the pages, Hermione's fingers stopped and pointed at something.

"Here it is," she spoke. "Nicolas Flamel is the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone."

"What's the Philosopher's stone?" The three of us asked together.

"Honestly, don't you three read?" she shook her head.

"I read more than they do," I told her.

"The Philosopher's Stone is a legendary substance that has astonishing powers. It will transform any metal into gold and produces the Elixir of Life. Which will make the drinker immortal."

"Immortal?" Ron asked.

"It means you will never die," Hermione and I answered simultaneously.

"I know what it means!" Ron shouted causing a few heads to turn our way.

"Be quiet, you're drawing attention," Harry said.

"The only stone currently in existence belongs to Mr. Flamel, who last year celebrated his six hundred and sixty-fifth birthday."

"Dang, that guy is old," I said.

"That's what Fluffy is guarding, that's what is under the trapdoor," she announced. "The Philosopher's Stone."

"Are you sure, Hermione?" Harry asked her.

"Positive," she nodded.

"I think we should go to Hagrid's just to make sure," he said.

"Do you actually think he'll tell us, Harry?" I looked at him.

"We should at least tell him what we know," Harry said. "And I think I should tell him about what I saw the other day with Snape and Quirrell. He's up to something."

"Fine, we'll go talk to Hagrid tonight," I mumbled. "I doubt he's going to say anything though."

"We have to try."

It was really dark, and I mean really dark. Almost like a horror movie dark. I was just waiting for Jason or Mike Myers to jump out at us. Hermione, Ron, and I hid under the cloak the entire way to Hagrid's hut. We must have been really small, since we all fit under it.

We got up to the large door, and I wrapped my knuckles against the wood. Hagrid opened the door.

"I'm sorry, I'm in no mood to entertain today," he was about to shut the door in our faces.

"We know about the Philosopher's Stone," we exclaimed. The door opened up again.

"Oh," he sighed. "Come in then."

"We think Snape is trying to steal it," Harry told him.

"Snape?" Hagrid laughed. "You're not still on about that are ya?"

"We know he's after it," Harry exclaimed. "We just don't know why."

"Snape is one of the teachers protecting the stone," Hagrid said. "He's not about to steal it."

"Do you trust Snape, Hagrid?" I asked him. "Do you know for a fact that he doesn't want to steal it?"

"Well, Dumbledore trusts Snape, and I trust Dumbledore," he said. "So, yes, I trust him. Now if you don't mind, I'm a bit preoccupied."

"Wait a minute," Hermione spoke. "There's other things protecting the stone aren't there? Like spells and enchantments?"

"That there are, Hermione," Hagrid shook his head. "I don't know why though. Nothing is going to get passed Fluffy. Ain't a soul knows how, only me and Dumbledore. I shouldn't have told you that. Why do I keep telling you that?"

"Because you want to tell us?" I asked with a cheeky grin.

"Fraid not, Haylee," Hagrid went over to the fire, reached into the kettle and pulled out a large, shiny egg.

"Hagrid what is that?" Harry asked him.

"That is, um, that there is a…"

"I know what that is," Ron gasped. "But, Hagrid, how did you get it?"

"I won it down at the pub from a stranger," he explained. "Seemed happy to get rid of it to tell you the truth."

Slowly, but surely, the shell of the egg began to crack. Piece by piece, and before long a tiny, winged creature was there before us on the table.

"Hagrid, is that a baby dragon?" I asked in bewilderment. "You actually have a dragon in your house."

"Oh look at him," Hagrid gushed ignoring my question completely. "He knows his mummy. Hello, Norbert."

"Norbert?" Harry questioned.

"He needs a name doesn't he?" Hagrid scratched the dragon under the head. Which, in return, made Norbert cough up some fire right into Hagrid's beard? "He will need to be trained up a little of course."

"Do you actually think that Dumbledore will let you keep a dragon in your possession?" I asked. "He will grow up you know. What would you do? Chain him in the forest to make sure he wouldn't fly away and scare that crap out of people?"

"That wouldn't be for a while though, Haylee," Hagrid patted the tip of his hair. "Who's that?" He squinted his eyes, peering at someone supposedly looking in through the window?

Spinning around in my chair, I caught a glimpse of the perpetrator before they darted back off towards the castle. I sneered. This wasn't good.

"Malfoy," I hissed.

"That's not good," Hagrid said. "That's not good at all. You three need to head back to the castle at once."

"Everything is going to be fine Hagrid," I told him. "It's all going to work out."

"Just go!"

"When I get my hands on that little-"

"Haylee, don't worry about it, let's just get to the castle," Harry pulled me along. "Maybe we can get back to the common room before we get caught."

"I highly doubt it," I said. "Malfoy probably already got a teacher."

"Just, let's think positive," Hermione said. "Maybe if we don't make a sound…"

"Good evening you four," Professor McGonagall came up to us. Malfoy appeared behind her with a smug look on his face. What I wouldn't give to smack it off of him.

"Nothing, and I repeat, nothing is that important for anyone to leave the castle this late at night," McGonagall stated, staring the four of us down in her office. I gulped. At night time she was quite scary. "Therefore, 50 points will be taken from your house."

"50!" We all shouted.

"Each," she added. "And to make sure that is doesn't happen again; all five of you will be serving detention."

"Excuse me, Professor," Malfoy said. "I believe I heard you wrong. I believe you said all five of us."

"As honorable as your intentions were, Mr. Malfoy, you were also out of bed after hours. So, you too will be going to detention. Now, all of you report to bed this instant."

"Sucks for you huh, Malfoy?" I asked before leaving the room. "Having your plan backfire on you. I bet you had everything planned out to the finest detail and everything." We both glared at each other. Detention was going to be awful, and I was not looking forward to it. Not one bit.

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