Harry was in the middle of snogging Alisaie when George entered HQ, which, seeing as it was their bedroom first and HQ second, and the door had been locked, he probably should have seen coming. Still, it wasn't a good feeling when your mentor looked up with a glare, hand still cupping Alisaie's bare breast.

"What," Harry growled in that tone he used when he was sufficiently pissed off. The one where he exaggerated the slight rasp of his voice to a guttural growl. George squirmed uncomfortably, "did you need that couldn't be relayed by Link Pearl?"

George awkwardly reached up to touch the stud earring in his right ear. He had completely forgotten about it.

"Neville's got the answer," George said, "We know who Nicholas Flamel is!"

Alisaie stood up, turning away from George as she put her bra and shirt back on. Harry stood up immediately after, pulling a shirt over his scar covered chest. Once both were ready, they immediately began to speed walk towards the Library, "How'd it happen?"

"Complete bloody accident," George said, "Ron was eating sweets, and gave a Wizarding Card on Dumbledore to Neville because Ron has like, ten of him, and Neville starts reading the back and- boom, right there, Nicholas Flamel, Alchemist Dumbledore worked with. The rest of the gang is already at the library raiding every book on Alchemy they can find."

"I take it that's where we're going?" Alisaie asked.

"Yeah," George said, before coughing awkwardly and saying, "So, uh, do you guys think we should find a new HQ? God knows there's a lot of empty classrooms…"

"Probably," Harry said, voice clipped.

"Fred and me will find one," George said, "and, uh, sorry for barging in on you like that. Wasn't expecting… Well, I wasn't expecting."

There really wasn't much else to say on the matter. He was probably lucky Alisaie hadn't cursed his with the bat bogey hex or something.

They walked into the library at the same time Ron blurted out, "found it!"

Harry and Alisaie hurried over, "Well?"

"'The holy grail of Alchemy is the Philosopher's Stone, a miraculous object that can turn lead to gold and product the elixir of life, a liquid that, so long as it is consumed, makes the drinker immortal.'" Ron read out, before looking up, "that's gotta be what Fluffy's guarding, isn't it? What else would Nicholas Flamel need guarding? But why isn't it in Gringotts?"

"Good question," Hermione said.

"Gringotts?" Alisaie said.

"Wizard Bank," Harry explained, "I'll take you there to make sure you have access to my vault. I trust you with my money."

That elected a kiss on the cheek from Alisaie, who had to stand on her tiptoes to reach.

"Right, some of us should go down to Hagrid's and ask him about it," Fred said, "not me and George, Hagrid doesn't like us because we keep trying to go into the Forbidden Forest."

"The rest of us need to find a abandoned classroom to act as HQ," George said.

"What's wrong with the one we have right now?" Ron asked.

"I uh… Let's just say I walked in on a private moment," George said.

—

In the end, it was agreed the Weasleys and G'raha would find a new HQ near the guest quarters. Meanwhile Harry, Alisaie, Hermione and Neville would go see Hagrid. Neville followed behind Harry, straining to keep pace with him. Finally, Harry knocked on the door seriously, waiting for Hagrid to open the door.

The Gameskeper opened the door a crack, looking shifty in Neville's opinion, "'Ello you lot, sorry but I'm a bit busy at the moment and can't take visitors-"

"We know about the Philosopher's Stone, Hagrid," Harry said seriously, causing Hagrid to pause.

"Oh," Hagrid opened the door, "well, come in then, I guess."

Despite it being an unusually warm spring day, Hagrid had a roaring fire going, making the room incredibly stuffy. They settled around the table as Hagrid made tea.

"By the way," Hagrid said to Harry and Alisaie, "I heard the news. Congratulations to both of ya."

"Thanks, Hagrid," Harry said, before Hermione gasped and stood up, walking over to the fire.

"Hagrid, is that what I think it is?" Hermione asked, voice careful. Neville stood up to look himself, and felt his eyes widen as he stared at the contents of the pot. In it was a large, black egg the size of Neville's head.

"Hagrid," Neville said, "those are illegal!"

"What?" Alisaie said, "What is it?"

"It's a dragon egg," Neville said, knowing he was about to be dragged into something rotten again.

"Norwegian Ridgeback, specifically," Hagrid said, "They're rare, them."

"Hagrid," Hermione said, "you live in a wooden house. And where do you expect to hide it once it grows too big?"

"I'll find some place in the forest, I expect."

"The forest made of wood?" Alisaie snarked

"We'll worry about it later," Harry said calmly, "Hagrid, were we right? Fluffy's guarding the Philosopher's Stone?"

"Yeah, you're right about it, ya nosy lot," Hagrid sighed, "Now that ya know, can ya leave it alone? Nobody's gettin' past Fluffy, only me an' Dumbledore know how, and even if they did, a bunch of teachers left their own traps. So don't worry about it, ain't nobody getting the Stone.

"Hagrid," Neville said, now that that topic was put to rest, "How'd you even get this?"

"Won it, down in the Hog's Head. Bloke

seemed mighty glad to get rid of it."

That set Neville's senses on edge, that seemed convenient, too convenient. How many random people bet a dragon's egg and just happened to do so against someone who wanted a dragon?

In the end, they left Hagrid's hut with one answer and multiple questions. Harry touched the Link Pearl in his ear and said, "Where are you guys, we got things to discuss?"

"Harry," Neville asked, "what are you thinking?"

"That we need to get rid of that dragon before Hagrid is arrested."

—

G'raha was in the middle of vanishing cobwebbed desks while the others removed cobwebs from the walls and dust from… Everywhere, when Harry, Alisaie, Neville and Hermione came walking into the room, "We have a problem."

"Oh, boy," Fred said, "What now?"

"Hagrid's got his hands on a dragon egg," Alisaie said.

"A bloody what!?" George squaked, whipping around along with the other Weasleys, all of them wide eyed in horror, "How did he-?"

"Won it in a game," Neville said, shaking his head, "mad man is actually trying to hatch it in his house."

"His house is made of wood," G'raha deadpanned.

"We know, we told him, didn't seem to care."

"Well, we gotta do something, don't we?" Ron said, "Just trading a dragon egg can send you to Azkaban till you're old and gray, and Hagrid isn't getting any younger, raising one will get you sent there for life!"

"God, Hagrid doesn't deserve the Dementors," Neville shivered.

"Nobody deserves them," Fred corrected.

"Oh, I can think of some people who do," Neville said uncharacteristically darkly.

"Dementors?" G'raha asked curiously.

"Unmortal monsters that drain the happiness from their victims, and if they're really unlucky, suck out their souls."

Harry, Alisaie and G'raha shared a look. That sounded suspiciously like a Voidsent.

"What type of dragon is it, do you know?" George said urgently.

"Norwegian Ridgeback," Harry said.

"Charlie."

"Charlie," Fred agreed.

"Isn't he your brother in uh-" Harry stopped.

"Romania," Fred finished for him, "Charlie works with Norwegian Ridgebacks. He'll take it off our hands without too many questions. Him and Hagrid got along anyways."

"Well," G'raha said cheerfully, "That'll take care of that. Harry, I assume you don't mind them borrowing Hedwig?

"No," Harry shook his head.

"Now, on to other topics, did he tell you about the Stone?"

"It's guarded by several traps, but he doesn't think they're necessary because nobody will get past Fluffy so he didn't tell us what."

"Still best to keep an eye out on it," G'raha said, "I'd cast an alert charm, but it would go off every time Hagrid went to feed Fluffy."

"We still don't know for sure anyone's trying to steal it. A bloody leg and a limp are hardly hard evidence," Harry said.

"Harry, we both know your luck, someone will try to steal it. And that's not getting into who cursed Fred and George. Let's face it, something rotten is going on in Hogwarts," Alisaie said, "Now, me and Harry are going back to our room. If anyone needs us, call us on Link Pearl before coming in. Am. I. Understood?"

G'raha nodded, not wanting to see what happened to be on the receiving end of Alisaie's rage now that she could do more than just hit you.

—

Causing problems with Fred and George's training was that Quidditch Season had started back up. And Oliver Wood, the madman captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, had decided to increase practice to five times a week. So here they were, trudging through the muck of spring to get to the Gryffindor changing room. Stepping in, they found most of the team, everyone except, ironically, Wood, waiting for them.

"So," Alicia Spinet said, "I see you've been spending a lot of time with Harry Potter, Fred, George."

"How'd that happen?" Angelina Johnson asked.

"He offered to let us train with him and his friends," Fred said, taking off his robes and pulling on his scarlet Quidditch robes, "What's it matter to you?"

"Well, he is quite handsome despite the scars," Angelina said, "What's he like?"

"Quiet," Fred said, "but friendly enough. I think he's just still having problems figuring out how to put up with being at Hogwarts. He got much nicer once G'raha and Alisaie got here."

"Graha," Katie Bell said, "he's the red headed cat man, right? Now he seems friendly… And handsome."

"Yeah, that's him," George said, "He's a major bookworm, but he's definitely more open and friendly than Harry and Alisaie."

"Alisaie?" Casper Bitterwood said, blushing "is she the whits haired girl? She's definitely pretty. I was thinking of maybe, uh, if I got her at a time away from Potter, asking her to the Three Broomsticks for a drink."

"You're barking up the wrong tree, mate-" Fred startent.

"Her and Harry are engaged," George finished, "very happily so."

"Oh," Casper said, glumly, "Supposed I should have expected that. Can't see one without the other. Aren't they a bit young for it though?"

"I think it's romantic," Angelina said.

"Should have seen him when he proposed," Fred said, "Guy couldn't get through a sentence without stuttering twice."

"Alright, Men, Women," Fred jumped as Wood burst into the room, already in his robes, "Just been to see McGonagall. We're fitting more matches than normal into the next few months. First off, our rematch with Slytherin. Next week, Saturday. From what I heard, they had to rotate Beaters because Doyle and Derek lost their nerve after last time."

Fred couldn't blame them for that, even three months later, with Harry's assurance he didn't blame them, with a surprisingly calm and understanding letter from their mother, the fact that he got hit with an Unforgivable still shook him up. It was just… Something you didn't expect from Hogwarts. They were supposed to be safe here.

Fred formed a long arrow of Aether before letting it destabilize. Some bloke running around casting Unforgivables, another trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone, Hagrid with a Dragon, this year was a bloody mess.