I was sad to not have been informed of a magic mirror hidden in the castle that showed one's hidden desires. I only learned about it when Harry and Ron mentioned it in passing. "You see, Dumbledore was right, that mirror could drive you mad." Ron had said. Apparently, Harry had been having nightmares about what he had seen. Hermione returned as well, saddened about not finding anything about Nicolas Flamel. Term started up again soon, and we were back to our schedules. Unfortunately, Harry and I had less time to help search as Wood had started us back up on training almost immediately. He was working us to the bone, and I was starting to get annoyed at him. It all came to a head one day when Fred and George were messing around.

"Will you stop messing around!" Wood shouted. "That's exactly the sort of thing that'll lose us the match! Snape's refereeing this time, and he'll be looking for any excuse to knock points of Gryffindor!" That caused George to actually fall off his broom.

"Snape's refereeing?" He demanded, "When's he's refereed a Quidditch match? He's not going to be fair if we might overtake Slytherin." I dismounted my broom and stood next to the rest of the team.

"It's not my fault." Wood reminded us. "We've just got to make sure we play a clean game so Snape hasn't got an excuse to pick on us." I nodded in agreement. When the end of practice rolled around, Harry and I changed into our school robes and returned to the common room. We collapsed beside the two who were playing chess.

"Don't talk to me for a moment." Ron said as we sat. "I need to concen-" Ron looked at us, finally noticing our expressions. "What's the matter with you two? You look terrible." I sighed.

"We just found out who's refereeing our match against Hufflepuff." I revealed. "It's Snape."

"Don't play." Hermione said instantly.

"Pretend you're both ill." Ron suggested.

"Pretend to break your leg."

"Really break your leg."

"I can't." Harry reminded them. "There isn't a reserve Seeker, if I back out, Gryffindor can't play." I turned to the Portrait Hole when someone hopped through. Nevile was bunny-hopped into the common room, everyone laughing at him.

"Hey!" I snapped, standing as my hair turned a Dark Candy Apple Red. "Shut up!" I walked over to Nevile and helped him over to my seat, helping him sit down again. "Are you ok, Nevile?" I drew my wand, letting my hair return to brown. "Finite Incantatem." I chanted, and Nevile's legs un-stuck. "What happened?"

"Malfoy." Nevile replied, his voice shaking. "I met him outside the library. He said he'd been looking for someone to practice that on."

"Go to Professor McGonagall!" Hermione insisted. "Report him!" Nevile shook his head.

"I don't want more trouble."

"You've got to stand up to him, Nevile!" Ron stated. "He's used to walking all over people, but that's no reason to lie down in front of him and make it easier."

"There's no need to tell me I'm not brave enough to be in Gryffindor, Malfoy's already done that."

"Look, Nevile, being a Gryffindor doesn't just mean you have to be brave." I said softly as Harry fished around in his pockets. "Being a Gryffindor also means you're chivalrous and determined. Ok?" Nevile nodded as Harry handed him a chocolate frog.

"You're worth twelve of Malfoy." Harry told him. "The Sorting Hat chose you for Gryffindor, didn't it? And where's Malfoy? In stinking Slytherin." Nevile smiled.

"Thanks Kenzie, Harry." Nevile said. "I think I'll go to bed, d'you want the card, Harry, you collect them don't you?" After Nevile had handed the card over, he retreated up to his room.

"Dumbledore again." Harry sighed. "He was the first one I ever-" Harry let out a gasp. "I found him!" He breathed. "I've found Flamel! I told you I'd read the name somewhere before, I read it on the train coming here. Listen to this, 'Professor Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the Dark Wizard Grindelwald in nineteen-forty-five, for the discovery of the twelve uses of Dragon's Blood and his work on alchemy with his partner Nicolas Flamel'!" Hermione suddenly jumped up. I yelped, leaning back a little.

"Stay there!" She ordered before sprinting up to her dormitory. It was less than ten minutes when she returned with a large book in her arms. "I never thought to look in here." Her voice had dropped to a whisper. "I got this out of the library for a bit of light reading."

"Light?" Ron repeated. I reached over and slapped him upside the head. "Hey!" Hermione started to flip through the book before coming up to the page she wanted.

"I knew it! I knew it!"

"Are we allowed to speak yet?" Ron grumbled, prompting me to slap him again. "Would you stop doing that!?"

"Nicolas Flamel, is the only known maker of the Philosophers Stone." My eyes widened.

"Seriously?" I breathed. "You have got to be kidding me."

"The what?" Harry and Ron questioned.

"Oh honestly, don't you two read?" Hermione huffed. "Look, read that, there." Hermione turned the book so we could read it. My eyes scanned over the passage. It was about Alchemy, and how it helped create the Philosophers Stone, and how the creator of it, Nicolas Flamel, as at least six-hundred and sixty-fifth birthday, and his wife, her six-hundred and fifty-eighth. "See? The dog must be guarding Flamel's Philosophers 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 Gringots!"

"A stone that makes gold and stops you ever dying, no wonder Snape's after it." Harry said. "Anyone would want it."

"And no wonder we couldn't find Flamel in that 'Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry'." Ron commented. "He's not exactly recent if he's six-hundred and sixty-five, isn't he?"

TIMESKIP

The day of our match against Hufflepuff, I could tell Ron and Hermione were worried about us, and the entire team was nervous about the upcoming match. "The whole School's out there!" Fred exclaimed, peering out the door. "Even, blimey! Dumbledore's come to watch!" We marched onto the field, and as we did, my hair changed from brown to scarlet and gold. The game was short and sweet, Harry caught the Snitch within two minutes.

"Aww man!" I complained, flying close to Harry, scruffing his hair up. "I wanted to score at least once."

"Sorry Kenzie." Harry apologised.

"Ah, it's fine, we won didn't we, we're one step closer to the cup!"

TIMESKIP

I waited with Hermione and Ron out the front of the castle for about ten or so minutes after the match. Hermione flipped when she saw the scared boy. "Harry! Where have you been?" She demanded.

"We won!" Ron cheered. "You won! We won! And I gave Malfoy a black eye and Nevike tried to take on Crabe and Goyle single-handed! He's still in out cold, but Madam Pomfrey say's he'll be all right, talk about showing Slytherin. Everyone's waiting for you in the Common Room, we're having a party, Fred and George stole some cakes and stuff from the kitchens."

"Never mind that now." Harry said, out of breath. "Let's find an empty room, you wait 'till you hear this."

"I know someplace." I said, leading our group to an abandoned classroom. "Alright, what is it?" I asked once I was sure Peeves was gone.

"So, we were right, it is the Philosophers Stone, and Snape's trying to force Quirrell to help him get it." Harry confirmed for us. "He asked if he knew how to get past Fluffy, and he said something about Quirrell's 'hocus pocus'. I reckon there are other things guarding the stone apart from Fluffy, loads of Enchantments, probably, and Quirrel would have done some anti-Dark Arts spell which snape needs to breakthrough-"

"So you mean the Stone's only safe as long as Quirrel stands up to Snape?" Hermione asked fearfully.

"It'll be gone by next Tuesday." Ron sighed.

"If we don't act...it'll be gone even earlier." I muttered.