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Dumbledore had convinced me not to go looking for the Mirror of Erised, I wouldn't even know where to start anyway. Though my thirst for adventure fount against it, I didn't go looking. The beginning of the next term started and the school was once again overwhelmed with the buzzing and stomping of the students. Hermione was torn between amazed wonder at the idea of the Mirror of Erised and disappointment that I hadn't found anything on Nicholas Flamel.

We had nearly given up on ever finding Flamel in the Hogwarts library, though I swear I've seen his name somewhere. Since term had started, we had been browsing through books whenever we caught a chance. Though we did have less people on deck with Harry having Quidditch practice 24/7. Flint was commuted with making the team work harder than ever, though most teams were. But only Flint and Wood, however, would make their team practice in the endless rain that has bestowed itself upon Hogwarts.

The next day after one particularly grueling Quidditch practice did Harry inform us of the bad news. Snake you of be refereeing this match.

"Snape's refereeing?" I sputtered in disbelieve. "When's he ever refereed a match? He's not going to be fair with his snakes against the lions!"

"It's not my fault." Harry huffed at me.

I rolled my eyes childishly.

Daphne bit the end of her sugar quill and declares loudly "Don't play!"

"Say your ill?" Hermione suggested promptly.

"Pretend to break your leg." I proposed after a moment.

"Really break your leg." Theodore said simply, turning a page of his book.

We all turned to look at him with weirded expressions. He looked up "What?"

Harry sighed dramatically "I can't. There isn't a reserve Seeker. If I back out, Slytherin can't play at all."

"So? I asked with a soft smile. "I don't see the problem here."

Harry gave me a plain, pointed look.

"Well great, more to add to the list we need to worry about." Daphne groaned,
slamming her book shut.

"I swear that I saw Flamel's name somewhere though!" I whined, shredding my fingers through my hair.

"We now. We've heard." Theodore drawled.

"We now, we've heard." I mocked in a squeaky tone. Resting my head on my hands.

Hermione patted my head with mock sympathy. "Don't you have a Chocolate frog in your pocket hun? Eat that. That will keep you quiet for a minute."

The others laughed.

I reached into my pocket grumbling about how mean she was to me. I slipped open the wrapper, crumbled it up, tossing it in the direction of Hermione's face. Or near her face. I heard it hit her hair and her huff of irritation.

I bit off the Chocolate Frog's leg, poor animated thing, and began to read the card that came with it.

"Who do you got?" Harry asked me as he swapped a book with another one that laid in the center of the table in a stack.

"Dumbles."

"Ah, I got him already." Harry frowned in disappointment.

"I'm pretty sure everyone does." Theodore snagged one of Daphne's sugar quills from her bag.

She sent glared up at him, tossing her silver locks over her shoulder.

I began to reread the text: 'Dumbledore is a 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'.

I couldn't help it. I screamed, jumped up from my seat, knocking my seat over in the process and jumped up and down "I've found him! I've found him! Told you I've read it before! That day on the train!"

"What?" They asked dumbfounded.

I began to reread the card aloud, becoming more and more excited towards the end. "Dumbledore is a 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!"

Hermione gasped, brown doe eyes widening. "I can't believe I hadn't thought of it! Stay here!"

She then sprinted off towards one of the many shelves while Harry snatched the card away from me "No way!"

"You know how many of them I got and I've never noticed." Theodore said in shock, shaking his head.

"Well duh. You can't read." Daphne said in a 'what were you thinking' tone.

Hermione ran back moments later with an enormous book in her hands, efficiently cutting off Theodore in the process. "I never thought to look here! I got one out of the library for a bit of light reading."

"Light?" Theodore looked at the large book with wide eyes. Hermione promptly shushed him.

"Found it! I knew it!" Hermione squealed when she had found the appropriate page.

"We allowed to speak yet? "Theodore grumbled with a pout.

"Nicolas Flamel," Hermione whispered dramatically "is the only known maker of the Sorcerer's Stone!"

I guess it didn't have quite the effect she was hoping for. Daphne was the only one who gasped, which was understandable, she was a book nerd too.

"The what?" The boys said simultaneously.

"Oh, honestly, don't you two read? Look—read that, there."

She pushed the book towards the two boys. I slipped into a seat closer so I could read the information easier.

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).

"See?" Hermione stressed after we had finished reading. "That dog must be guarding Flamel's Sorcerer's Stone! 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!"

"A stone that makes gold and stops you from ever dying! No wonder Snape's after it! Anyone would want it." Harry said astonished.

"And no wonder we couldn't find Flamel in that Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry. He's not exactly recent if he's six hundred and sixty-five, is he?" Daphne shook her head in pure wonder.

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Today was the day. The awaited for Quidditch match that the beloved Snape would be referring. Note sarcasm. I would be lying if I told you Harry was nervous. The boy was a bundle of jacked up nerves, nerves so jacked up that you couldn't even identify them as nerves anymore. I guess the fact that we were speaking to him as if it would be the last time we would ever see him alive probably didn't help. I'm guessing.

"Now it's Locomotor Mortis." Hermione whispered to us. Us as in Daphne, Theodore and myself.

We all had been secretly learning the Leg-Locker Curse in case Snape tried anything on Harry and I had gotten the idea when Malfoy did the same to Neville one day. Having Neville hop into the common room with his legs bound was quite a sight, but it kept him from really going anywhere. Our best bet was that Snape got distracted enough that he couldn't provide the counter curse, but when he finally could, Harry would be safely out of harm's way. I know what your thinking, wouldn't cursing a professor be against the rules!? Uh, duh. But why would that stop me?

"I know. Don't nag." Theodore grumbled. He does that a lot I've noticed.

I saw out of the corner of my eye that Ron, Seamus and Dean had decided to sit next to us. Why I noticed? I have no idea.

"Blimey, even Dumbledore came to watch!" Seamus yelped in surprise.

Maybe it was that.

I whipped my head in the direction he was looking and grinned. Snape would be an idiot to try anything with Dumbles around.

"I've never seen Snape look so mean." I heard Ron mutter.

I then looked over to where Snape was and he sure did look pissed as the teams made their way onto the field.

"Look they're oof- ouch!" Ron cried out suddenly.

We all swiveled in our seats to see Malfoy make his way into the stands "Oh, sorry, Weasley, didn't see you there."

Crabbe and Goyle snickered dumbly.

I chuckled softly when Gryffindor got a penalty, I know, not good, but they got this penalty because George had whacked a Bludger at... I mean in Snape's general direction. Hermione fidgeted in her seat, fingers crossed, eyes fastened on Harry as he cumircled the game like a hawk.

"You know how I think they chose people for the Gryffindor team?" Malfoy asked loudly a few minutes later, Snape awarding Gryffindor another penalty for no apparent reason "Its people they feel sorry for. You see, Reynard who's got no mother, then there's the Weasley's who've got no money—you should be on the team, Longbottom, you've got no brains."

Neville's face went bright red and he turned to face Malfoy and said shakily. "I'm worth twelve of you, Malfoy."

The three Slytherins howled with laughter, but I merely patted Neville on the back, not daring to take my eyes off of Harry. "You tell him, Neville."

Lately the Gryffindors have been pitching in on boosting Neville's pride and self esteem. The kid had a poor amount of it. Our goal for him was to try and stick up for himself every once in a while, at least once.

"Longbottom, if brains were gold you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something."

Ron spun around. "I'm warning you Malfoy—"

"Look!" Daphne screamed suddenly "Harry-!"

"What? Where?"

Harry had suddenly gone into a steep dive, drawing the whole crowd's attention. Hermione literally shoved her crossed fingers into her mouth.

"Hey, you're in luck, Weasley. Potters obviously spotted some money on the ground. Maybe he'd give some to you."

Ron snapped and jumped over his seat and onto the blonde. Neville hesitantly joined him.

"Come on, Harry!" Daphne screamed loudly.

Ron and Malfoy were now scuffling underneath Daphne's seat, not that she noticed though, but then again she also didn't hear the rather loud yelps coming from Neville, Crabbe and Goyle.

Snape turned in the air just in time to escape colliding with the emerald streak that was Harry. Harry pulled steeply out of his dive, Snitch clutched firmly in his hand. The stands erupted, pretty much exploding with noise. No one ever remembering a time when the Snitch has been caught that quickly.

"Harry's won! Slytherins in the lead!" Theodore cried happily.

Daphne wrapped her arms around a Slutherin girl in the seat before us, squeezing the girl happily, a wide grin on her face.

I was torn on the fact that Harry was safe and the fact that Slytherin was now in the lead, meaning Gryffindor was not. Judging by Hermione's face, she was thinking along the same page.

Harry jumped off his broom, landing on the firm ground, raising the Snitch high into the air. The match had only lasted at least five miutnes.

Damn.

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At dinner that night the Slytherins were absolutely beside themselves. It was getting quite annoying, but I guess we would have acted the same had Gryffindor won. I peaked over Hermione's shoulder at the book she was reading. Something about how to make your own spell. An interesting topic, but utterly boring text. I winked at George when I caught him watching me and he quickly looked away, his cheeks rosy. I exhaled dramatically, jamming my fist into my cheek, when something occurred to me. "Hey 'Mon."

She peered over her book, turning a page, almost irritated at being interrupted. "Yeah Hope?"

"A chair at the Head table is empty. No wait, two are."

Hermione looked up the hall towards the Head Table, she frowned. "Snape and Quirrell."

"I wonder what they're doing. Suspicious don't you think? When everyone else is a dinner."

Hermione tapped her chin thoughtfully. "You don't think he's going back after Fluffy do you?"

"Doubt it," I shook my head "not with Quirrell."

It couldn't have been a mintue later when Hedwig fluttered in, catching the eye of nearly the whole hall. Usually owls didn't come around this time of day, only in the morning or they met you in your dormitory or in some random corridor. Owls have great navigation!

Hedwig landed next to me, a letter clasped in her beak, she hooted softly. I gently grabbed the letter from her, Hermione already stroking her pure white feathers as she waited for me to finish. In untidy, chicken scratch writing was written:

Hope,

Sometime after the game, I spotted Snape walking towards the Forbidden Forest. Its dinner, he should be eating. (Well duh) I followed him on my broom and he ended up meeting Quirrell!
We were right! It is the Sorcerer's Stone! Snapes trying to force Quirrell to help him steal it, or he was already in on it anyway. He was asking Quirrell if he
had found out how to get past something and about Quirrel's 'hocus-pocus'.
They're up to something. I bet you other things are gurading the stone, besides Fluffy. I bet, since Quirrell is the DADA Professor, that he knows some aint-Dark Arts spell to help Snape get through!
I'm sending this from outside the Great Hall, I'm betting everyone will look at Hedwig. I used your owl by the way. Don't look at me. It will raise
suspicion.

Harry

I blew a loud raspberry and passed it to Hermione, who quickly read the note. She turned to me, obviously fighting the urge to look over at Harry just like I was "Wait, so the Stone is only safe as long as Quirrell stands up to Snape?"

I snatched back the letter and stuffed it in my pocket "It will be gone by next Tuesday then. Perfect."

Hermione bit into her broccoli and considered it "Unless Quirrell has been in it from the very start, like Harry proposed. Do you think?"

"P-poor s-s-stuttering P-professor Quirrell?" I mocked "Seems unlikely, but it would be a great cover. Think about it, the stuttering baboon who is somehow a DADA Professor, he must be good to be able to teach here. I mean look at McGonagall. His back stories are a bit pathetic, maybe it is all a front?"

Hermione glanced back at the two empty chairs. "Could be. Wonder where they are now."

I shrug. "You don't think that the other things guarding the stone are enchantments? Like spells and such."

Hermione looked at me, considering. "I wonder if the other teachers know about it. I bet you they could have helped place different and complicated enchantments and things like that on or around it. You know, to help protect it."