Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but Acora is my character.

A/N: I've changed a few things so you may want to go back and reread the previous chapters. I'm very sorry for not updating in forever, and I won't waste any excuses on you. I just hope you can forgive me.

Chapter 5

"Bone!" Filch roared as I raced away, hopefully towards a place to hide. It seems my little prank hadn't gone over very well with him.

"Get her, sir!" Malfoy yelled from high above us on the revolving staircases. His red head was dangling from the stairway with Crabbe's and Goyle's pink ones.

Oh, yes. I did dye Draco Malfoy's, the rudest Slytherin's, hair red. Griffondor red, I must add. I dyed Crabbe's and Goyle's pink. Since they decided to come back early and ruin my holidays then I would ruin theirs.

How I did it? Simple. Just offer Peeves some dungbombs and he'll be your best partner in crime forever.

Finally, I found a bathroom. A girl's bathroom, so they couldn't come in. At least, I hoped that they wouldn't come in.

A strange noise was coming from somewhere behind me. I turned to find a ghostly girl sobbing.

"Who are you?" she managed to ask in between heaving sobs. "No one ever comes here."

"My name's Acora Bone. I'm hiding from Filch. And why would no one come down here?" I said all in one breathe. It seemed my curiosity was insatiable.

"No one comes down here because I'm just ugly Moaning Myrtle," she snarled through her tears. They seemed to be coming to a halt.

"Well, then I'll come here from now on to visit you since you don't have many visitors. I smiled at her kindly.

"Thank you," Myrtle sniffed.

"Why are you here anyways, and not roaming the castle? 'Cause if I died here, I would try my damnedest to find out all of her secrets. I'd still probably never find all of them, but it would be fun." I said.

"I stay here because I died here. Right there, near the sink. I was crying because the other girls were picking on me, and I heard a noise. I thought it was another girl coming to torment me again, but when I turned, I just died. All I saw were huge yellow eyes," Myrtle stated.

"Do you know what it was?" I asked.

"No, but it wasn't a student. Those eyes were giant, as big as my head. They weren't the eyes of a student. Many people say it was the monster in the Chamber, though, and that Rubeus Hagrid release it during his time here," Myrtle explained, almost excited. She suddenly deflated. "You're going to leave now that you know everything, aren't you? You're not going to visit."

"Myrtle, when I said I was going to visit I was serious," I said.

Her eyes become wide and she smiled. "Thank you!" she shouted happily as she zipped into a toilet and down the pipes.

I couldn't help but smile as I walked out of the bathroom. Filch and Malfoy weren't there, and had never beat on the door. Odd.

Something suddenly zipped past my face. It came to a halt before me, revealing that it was Peeves, who gave me a bow.

I raised my eyebrows (I had tried to raise just one, but I can't no matter what I try!) and asked, "Do I want to know or should I just applaud you right now?"

"Both," Peeves stated with a mischievous grin. I started clapping as he explained. "I tried out some of those dungbombs on Flitty Filch and Slimy Snake. They ran as soon as they saw what I had." He snickered.

"That's total awesomesauce Peeves," I said with a smirk of my own. Serves Malfoy right for being such a slimy git.

I started walking, but stopped before I reached a corner when I heard voices. I got closer and peered around the corner.

Professor Snape had his wand pointed at Quirrel and was hissing something at him, obviously threatening him. Quirrel look absolutely terrified.

I then noticed something strange (Huh, so I don't think Snape threatening Quirrel is weird?) .Hiding in the shadows, Scabbers watch the scene with much too intelligent and fearful eyes. That rat….. There was something about him that cause my little sixth sense to go off in a very unpleasant way, one in which I wanted to grab the rat right now and break his neck with my bear hands. Seems I'm getting a little too violent lately.

The rat seemed to notice me and its eyes became wide and terrified. I raised an eyebrow at him (Yay, making a bunch of weird faces in the shadows worked!), and he squeaked, alerting his presence to Snape who scowled darkly and kicked at him. The rat raced towards me, probably attempting to get me in trouble. I just casually stepped out from behind the corner and pretended to be surprised when I saw my professors with their wands at each other's throats. I didn't need to act disgusted when the rat scampered across my feet.

"Mis-ss Bon-ne, what-t a-a pleasur-rre t-to see y-you," Quirrel managed to stutter. When he said 'Miss' though, I noticed that he sounded almost snake-like.

I quickly went to my common room after that. After a couple of days, Harry told us of his adventures with the cloak and the Mirror of Erised. He took all of us there.

"It's brilliant! I'm Head Boy and I'm holding the Quidditch Cup!" Ron exclaimed. I tuned out whatever he said after that as I stared at the Mirror.

In the Mirror stood a man and a woman behind me who looked like my parents. A dark boy stood beside me with a smirk on his face. Jess floated in the back, holding on to the little girl from my dreams, who was now also a ghost.

The boy raised a finger to his lips, making a gesture that told me to be quiet. My mother then breathed on the glass, and wrote were here breath had fogged it:

Seemingly opposite,

The two with the power to destroy the resurrected one.

Born on the same day as the horizon was lit

So that his power will be none.

"Acora?" someone called my name. I forcibly jerked my head away from the Mirror and tried to think of anything but it. It wasn't helping, and even though Hermione was shaking her, she couldn't break her stare at the Mirror.

A loud noise echoed throughout the room as Hermione slapped me to get me to look at something else. It broke me out of my daydream.

I winced as I touched the red mark on my face. That had really hurt. You really don't want get Hermione on your bad side; that girl's got a strong arm!

"We need to leave!" Hermione almost sounded hysterical. I realized that I had made her that way by my unnerving stare. Ron was also being jerked out of his daze by Harry, who also was starting to look truly alarmed. We raced to the common room after that, all of us agree not to go back except for Harry, who after a day I noticed came back in the middle of the night. I had known he would go, so I had stayed up and waited.

"Well?" I asked quietly.

"I shouldn't have gone back," he admitted.

I sighed. "That Mirror's a death trap. It's like that Greek legend about the guy who spent the rest of his life staring at his reflection. What that Mirror shows us, it's just as insubstantial as that."

"You put a lot of thought into that," Harry said, a statement not a comment.

"I'm smarter than I act, Harry," I said.

"Yeah, I know you are. I'm going to go to bed now. 'Night," Harry said.

"Good night," I said as I went up to my dorm.

x~x~x

Christmas break flew by fast, and too soon, it was over. I had pulled several more pranks on Malfoy and his goons, including putting bugs down their shirts, many jinxes, some of which cause boils, blisters, a rash, and green skin.

Soon after break ended, Harry came to us with the news that Snape was the referee for his next Quidditch game. I winced in sympathy for him. Snape was a cool teacher, but it was still unfair how he treated those that weren't in his House.

When the Hermione and Ron got the news, they both suggested ways for him to get out of it. Harry said he couldn't because otherwise Gryffindor wouldn't be able to play.

Neville walked in, his legs stuck together. After Hermione reversed it, he told us that Malfoy had done it. If that Slimy Snake didn't stop bullying Neville, I won't be held accountable for my actions.

I was woken from my daydream of Peeves throwing dungbombs at Malfoy when Harry yelled, "I've found him!"

The card read:

Dumbledore is particularly famous for his help in the defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald with Elizabeth Xolga in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and for his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel.

Hermione then sprinted to the girls' dormitories and quickly came back with a huge book. She soon found what she was looking for as she whispered, "Nicolas Flamel is the only known maker of the Sorcerers' Stone!

"The what?" the rest of us asked.

She made us read a couple paragraphs from the pages, which explained that the Stone could turn any metal to gold and produced the Elixir of Life that made the drinker immortal.

Hermione quickly guess that Doggie (or Fluffy, but I like Doggie much better) was guarding the Stone.

"No wonder Snape's after it," Ron murmured.

"As Hermione and I have already explain, Professor Snape isn't after the Stone. Quirrel is," I stated.

"Yeah, well Harry and I think Snape's after it. You just don't want to admit you're wrong and I'm right," Ron said with his nose in the air, with much resemblance of Draco Malfoy.

I then face-palmed and gave him a pitying look. "Please tell me, Harry, that you don't still think Snape's after it."

"I really don't know," Harry admitted. "Snape's a right git, but all the evidence points to Quirrrel."

x~x~x

The Quidditch match grew near, and Hermione had Ron and I learn the Leg-Locker Curse just in case Quirrel or Snape did anything (even though Snape was obviously trying to help them).

Malfoy bothered us at the game, but I ignored him and promised myself I'd get payback later. Ron, Neville, and Malfoy got into a fight just as Harry dove to catch the Snitch. Harry caught it and Hermione just then seemed to notice that Ron hadn't been watching.

x~x~x

Harry came to us after the match and explained what he had seen happen between Snape and Quirrel. Ron was convinced that Snape was guilty, but now that the others had another suspect, they were unwilling to pin the blame on anyone yet.

x~x~x

Weeks later, we arrived at Hagrid's. It was boiling hot in the tiny house, but Hagrid refused to open a window. Everyone soon noticed the dragon eggs in the fire place. Dragon were very illegal to have, and Hagrid's home was very flammable.

I went to Hagrid's more and more often to see the eggs. I had been obsessed with fantasy book ever since I was a child, and I especially liked it when there were dragons in it. I liked the smaller egg very much. Hagrid said he wasn't very sure what type of dragon it was, but he said the other one was a Norwegian Ridgeback. He suspected the egg I loved was a mixture of several dragons.

The Norwegian Ridgeback's egg was dark as Nyx's feathers, and the other one was silver that seemed to shine like the stars.

Soon the eggs were near hatching time, and the dark one was already nearly out of his egg. The silver one (who I was starting to think of as mine) was also very near to coming out of her shell.

Finally, the Norwegian Ridgeback came out of his shell. His wings were ridiculously large when compared to his dark body, but I thought he was adorable.

Then the silver one hatched. Her scales sparkled just as brightly as her egg had, and her eyes looked like liquid silver. She locked eyes with me and spoke.

So, it seems the seer who is to be my keeper is you, little witch?