After Dumbledore told Hailey not to go looking for the Mirror of Erised again, the Invisibility Cloak stayed folded at the bottom of her trunk for the rest of the Christmas holiday.

Sadly, the nightmares returned and she would see her parents disappearing in a flash of green light and someone laughing a high, cold laugh.

She had told Ron the next day about what happened and her dreams, but Ron had told her that Dumbledore was right on moving the mirror away, because it was driving her mad.

Hermione, who had returned the day before term started, was torn between the thought of Hailey being out of bed twice and being bummed that they didn't find anything about Nicolas Flamel.

Mandy and Michael had returned empty-handed as well. Mandy said that her dad was busy with his job with the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and couldn't answer any questions. Michael's mother apparently works as a Healer at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries and she didn't know who Nicolas Flamel was. Since Hermione's parents were Muggles and dentists they didn't know anything about him either.

Ron was ready to give up on ever finding Nicolas Flamel in the library books and Hailey was certain she read the name somewhere. Michael ended up joining Ron in the giving up party. They went back to skimming books during ten minute breaks, although Hailey had less time because Roger Davies was making them practice even harder.

If Ravenclaw won the next game, they would take first place for the House Championship for the first time in who-knows-how-many years, since she knew that Ravenclaw was bad at Quidditch. They were practicing in wet and muddy weather, when for some reason, Duncan and Jason seemed to have gotten bored and decided that they would play monkey-in-the-middle with the Quaffle and used Randolph as the monkey, who seemed to enjoy the game.

Roger wasn't amused by the antics. "Would you stop? We got to work harder because Snape is referring the next game!"

Hailey nearly fell off her broom because she was watching the monkey-in-the-middle game. She looked at Roger, "He's what?" It caused her teammates to look at Roger.

"Snape's referring?" Grant Page asked. "He never referred a Quidditch match! He's not going to be fair! He's going to show even more favoritism on our opponents."

"It's not my fault he chose to referee this match." Roger said, "We just have to make sure that he doesn't have any reason to pick on us."

Hailey was sure that Snape would pick on them regardless because she was on the team and Snape despised her.

After practice, Hailey managed to scrape off most of the mud off of her clothes and went to the library, where she knew her friends were at. She found them at the table and went to tell them about the news.

"Don't play," Hermione said at once after Hailey finished.

"Say you're ill," Ron told her.

"Pretend that you broke your leg," Mandy offered.

"I'll break your leg for you," Michael stated.

Ron looked at him, "With what?" Ron looked down at Michael's arms, "Your noodle arms?"

Hailey shook her head, "I can't. Cho had to go home because her mother had gotten sick and we don't have a substitute Seeker for the substitute. If I don't play, we forfeit and Roger would be really upset about losing the position for the House Championship and I don't want Slytherin to win."

It looked like Michael was going to say something but Neville hopped in the library. He toppled to the ground and he had to endure the Leg-Locker Curse. Mandy ran over to perform the counter-curse and Hermione followed after Mandy. Neville's legs sprang apart and the two girls helped Neville up and led him to the table.

"What happened?" Mandy asked.

"Malfoy," Neville said. "I met him outside the grand staircase and he said he was looking for someone to practice that on."

"You need to report him," Hermione said. "You should tell Professor McGonagall."

Neville shook his head, "I don't want anymore trouble."

Hailey knew how Neville felt; she used that excuse multiple times when Dudley bullied her and other students. She didn't want Dudley and his gang to be horrible to her some more. Before she can something like that, Ron stood up suddenly.

Ron looked at Neville, "You've got to stand up to him, Neville. He's used to walking all over people, but that's no reason to lie down in front of him to make it easier for him."

Mandy nodded, "Damn right."

Neville looked at them, looking to be near tears. "There's no need to tell me that I'm not brave enough to be in Gryffindor. Malfoy's already done that."

Michael took out a Chocolate Frog from his robes and gave it to Neville. "You're better than Malfoy. There's a reason that the Sorting Hat placed you in Gryffindor. And where's Malfoy? Slytherin."

Neville gave a small smile, and unwrapped the Chocolate Frog. "Thanks, Michael. I think I'll go back to the common room." He looked at the card. "Do any of you want this? I know one of you must collect them."

"I'll take it," Mandy said and took the card. Neville walked away and Mandy looked at the card, sadly said, "Oh, it's Dumbledore."

Michael said, "I never understood collecting things. You don't get—"

Mandy gasped and she whispered, "I found him. I found Flamel. Listen to this: 'Dumbledore is particular 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.'" She looked up at them as if she had an idea.

Michael looked a little terrified, "Oh, no. She has an idea."

Mandy motioned at them, "Stay here, I'll be right back." She rushed in the rows of books.

"Why are you terrified of her having an idea?" Hermione asked, confused.

"One day she suggested that the three of us have themed clothing days," Hailey said.

"On Mondays, it was 1970s themed," Michael said.

Mandy returned, throwing down a book on Alchemy. "I remembered Penelope Clearwater was taking Alchemy as an elective and I asked her if she had this book with her since she's in the library. She did." She looked at Ron, "Strangely, Percy is with her."

Ron looked confused, "What?"

"Never mind that," Hailey said. "Can you please get on with it?"

"Oh, right," Mandy said and started flipping through the pages rapidly. She stopped, "Ouch, paper cut."

"Mandy…" Michael started.

"Sorry," Mandy said. She flipped through the pages and stopped, "Okay. Here: The only thing that you can not replicate is the Philosopher's Stone. The only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone is Nicolas Flamel. The Philosopher's Stone can transform any metal to pure gold and it produces the Elixir of Life, which makes the drinker immortal. The known holder is Nicolas Flamel and his wife, Perenell Flamel."

"That must be what the dog is guarding," Hermione said.

"Yes, and since Nicolas Flamel is friends with Dumbledore and he knows that someone is after it," Hailey said. "This is why he moved it to Gringotts, but they somehow knew that this person is after it and that's why they had it moved to Hogwarts."

"A stone that makes gold and stops you from dying, would make anyone want it," Ron said. "No wonder Snape is after that.

For Defense Against the Dark Arts, Mandy, Michael, and Hailey discussed what they would do if they had a Philosopher's Stone while doing homework on curing werewolf bites. Michael said that he would move his parents out of the flat that he lives in and Mandy wanted to live in a house by the ocean, which reminded Hailey of the miserable shack when Uncle Vernon was trying to hide from the Hogwarts letters.

"What do you want if you had a Philosopher's Stone?" Michael asked Hailey.

Hailey looked at him. She already had a lot of money in Gringotts, but she shrugged. "I don't know; maybe a brush and new clothes."

As the match drew nearer, Hailey had decided that she would play because she didn't want the Slytherins to think that she was terrified of Snape. Potions class seemed to get worse and Snape seemed to get nastier to her. Hailey wouldn't be surprised if by the end of class, her hair had turned gray from the stress of being in class with Snape. It seemed like he knew that they had found out about the Philosopher's Stone and Michael still offered to break her leg for her, despite the lead they would get on Slytherin.

Cho Chang came back but Hailey was still adamant on playing regardless of Snape refereeing.

The other four had come to wish Hailey luck, she was certain that Mandy was planning out her funeral. Ron and Hermione looked like they were worried that she won't come out alive. Hailey wasn't sure what Michael was thinking, but maybe he was going through all the spells he knew, just in case Snape decided to try something again.

The four went to the stands and Roger Davies looked at Hailey. "No pressure, Potter, but if you need to end a match quickly, this is it. You need to catch the Snitch. End the game before Snape favors Hufflepuff."

Hailey had her reasons on ending the game quickly, but that was just her.

Randolph was looking out at the stands, "It looks like the whole school is out there. Blimey, is that Dumbledore?"

Hailey went to stand next to the sixth year and was relieved, "It is. There's no mistaking that silver bread." At least Snape won't try anything fishy if Dumbledore is there.

"I never saw Snape look so mad," Ron said to Hermione in the stands.

Michael looked up at Ron from where he was sitting in the row below him. "Have you seen his face when he sees Hailey?"

"Ouch!" Ron suddenly shouted.

"Oh, sorry Weasley, didn't see you there," Malfoy lied and grinned broadly. He looked at Crabbe and Goyle. "Wonder how long Potter's going to stay on her broom, this time? Anyone want a bet? What about you, Weasley?"

Ron didn't answer since it seemed like Jason Samuels had hit a Bludger at Snape for some reason and Snape rewarded Hufflepuff a penalty. Hermione had her fingers crossed in her lap and squinting up at Hailey, who was circling the game like a hawk.

"I wonder how they pick players for Ravenclaw. I know they let Hailey in because they felt sorry for her since she has no parents. They should let Brocklehurst on because of that last name. I'm sure they would let Corner in because of his pathetic crush on Potter," Malfoy said.

Michael rolled his eyes, because he had no clue where Malfoy got that idea from. "Weasley, you should be picked for Gryffindor's team since you and your brothers have no money. Longbottom, you should be picked as well, since you have no brains," Malfoy continued.

Michael looked up to see that Neville's face was red. Neville stammered out, "I'm better than you Malfoy." It caused Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle to start laughing.

Ron was paying attention to the game, "You tell him Neville."

"Longbottom, if brains were gold you'd be poorer than Weasley," Malfoy taunted.

"I'm warning you Malfoy—one more word—" Ron started.

"You guys!" Hermione shouted, "Hailey—!"

"What? Where?" Mandy asked.

Hailey had done a spectacular dive as she dove to the ground.

"You're in luck, Weasely, Potter had spotted some money on the ground!" Malfoy said.

"That's it!" Ron said and wrestled Malfoy to the ground. Crabbe and Goyle started moving as if they're going to help Malfoy.

"I've got the ugly one," Michael said to Mandy and went to help Ron.

"Wait, which one are you talking about?" Mandy asked, confused.

Neville seemed to hesitate and then clambered over his seat to help the three boys. Mandy looked at the fight, shrugged, and then jumped in to join the tussle.

Hailey was holding the Snitch in the air in victory.

"Ron! Michael! Mandy! Where are you? Hailey got the Snitch!" Hermione shouted. "The game is over! Ravenclaw is in the lead! At least it's not Slytherin!" She was dancing in her seat and she hugged Padma Patil, much to Padma's confusion.

On the field, Hailey could barely believe that she won so early. The game barely lasted five minutes and someone placed their hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see Dumbledore who was smiling. "Nice to see you haven't been brooding about that mirror…been keeping busy…excellent…"

Hailey's friends ran up to her, and she noticed that Ron had a heavy nosebleed, Mandy had a cut on her lip, and Michael had a forming bruise on his cheekbone. Hermione was fine, but Hailey stared at the injured three. "What happened to you three? Did you get hit by a bus?"

"No, it was Malfoy," Mandy said. "We kicked his arse."

Hailey smiled, "Good job."

Some time later, Hailey left the locker room, alone. She was taking her Nimbus Two Thousand back to the broomshed, feeling happier than she ever felt before. She finally had done something she could feel proud of she ended a game five minutes in. She was sure it would be something that people would know her as other than being the Girl-Who-Lived.

She took a deep breath and walked to the shed, glad that she finally showed Snape. She went to the shed and noticed a hooded figure walking swiftly to the forbidden forest. Hailey looked after the figure, confused and noticed the prowling walk as Snape's. He was sneaking off to the forest for some reason, while everyone was at dinner.

What is he doing? Hailey thought and watched as Snape took off on a run.

She got back on her broom and took off. She looked around; trying to find Snape, but the trees blocked her off. She heard some voices and she lowered herself on a towering beech tree, trying to be noiseless.

She held on tight to her broomstick and tried looking through some leaves. She looked down seeing a clearing and noticed that Snape wasn't alone. Quirrell was there too, but she couldn't make out what Quirrell's expression was.

"…d-don't know why you wanted t-t-to meet here of all p-places, Severus…"

"Oh, I thought we'd keep this private," Snape said, in an icy tone. "Students aren't supposed to know about the Philosopher's Stone, after all."

Hailey frowned, wondering how Snape knew that they knew about it. Quirrell mumbled something, but Snape interrupted.

"Have you figured out how to get by the beast of Hagrid's yet?" Snape demanded.

"B-b-but Severus…" Quirrell stammered.

"You don't want me as your enemy, Quirrell," Snape said, taking a step forward.

Quirrell started, "I-I don't know what you—"

Snape stated, "you know perfectly well what I mean."

An owl hooted loudly, startling Hailey enough to where she almost fell out of the tree. She steadied herself, "—your little bit of hocus-pocus. I'm waiting," Snape finished.

Little bit of hocus-pocus? Hailey thought, what does he mean by that?

Quirrell stammered again, "B-but I d-don't—"

"Very well," Snape interrupted. "We'll have another little chat soon, when you've had time to think things over and decided where your loyalties lie."

Hailey watched as Snape through his cloak over his head and strode out of the clearing. It was nearly dark, but Hailey could see that Quirrell was standing still, like he was petrified.

What does Snape mean by 'where Quirrell's loyalties lie?' Hailey wondered.

In the Ravenclaw common room, Michael was touching the bruise on his cheekbone, which felt like it was swollen. "Is this thing getting bigger?"

"If you stop touching it, it'll—" Mandy started and noticed Hailey was looking paler than usual as she walked in, and came over to them. "Have you visited Neville in the infirmary? Is he awake?"

Hailey shook her head, "I'm not sure, I haven't visited him." She led them away and told them what she overheard.

"We were right. It is the Philosopher's Stone," Mandy said.

"So, Snape is trying to force Quirrell into helping him get it. With the hocus-pocus thing, there are probably more enchantments there guarding it other than Fluffy," Michael stated.

"Since Quirrell is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Snape is probably trying to force Quirrell into doing some Anti-Dark spell to break through the enchantments." Mandy offered in the discussion.

"I'm sure that it's safe as long as Quirrell stands up to Snape," Hailey stated.

"Chances are that Quirrell will cave next Tuesday," Mandy cheerfully said.

A/N: I'm proud of myself. This is the longest fanfic I have ever written, word-wise.