ᵒⁿᵉ 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ʷᵒˡᶠˢᵗᵃʳ/ᵈʳᵃʳʳʸ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

February 13th, 1992 and May 3rd, 1992

I wake up, the sun hurting my eyes. The sun comes through the red drapes around my bed, staining everything the color of blood. I get up and slip on my glasses. I walk down the the common room. Ron sits talking to Hermione. He sees me.

"Hey, Harry!" He shouts. "Come here."

I walk over.

"This is Harry Potter." Ron says to Hermione.

Hermione beams. "Hello! I'm Hermione Granger!"

"Hi." I say shyly. "I heard about the dog thing."

Hermione nods vigorously. "I was talking to Hagrid, the groundskeeper, and he let something slip about a Nicholas Flamel! I have to find out who he is! If you'd help us do research, that'd be great!" She smiles at me.

I nod slowly. "Sure. I got to go." I say.

I walk slowly to the library. I see Draco doing homework. "Draco!" I whisper-shout.

He beckons me over.

"I have a lead about the dog!" I say. "Hermione said to look into a Nicholas Flamel." I say.

Draco shuts his spell book. "Okay." He whispers. "Where should we start?"

That afternoon, Draco and I sit at a table covered in books. Modern Magic, Famous Wizards of our Time...things like that. But we can't find Nicholas Flamel anywhere. I slam another book shut.

"UGH!" I exclaim. I put my head on the desk. "I can't do it." I say, muffled.

Draco chuckles. "Harry, it takes time." He puts a hand on my shoulder. "Get up. I'm not doing this alone."

"I'm right here." I say quietly. "I'll just stay down here."

Draco grips my shoulder and pulls me up. "Come on, Harry." He says. "I need help."

I sigh. "Fine."

It's May and I still can't find anything. Until, one day, Hermione runs down.

"I found him!" She says, carrying a large book. "I took this out for a bit of light reading ages ago!" She cries.

"Light?" Ron whispers to me.

"How did I not think to check?" She opens the book. "Nicholas Flamel is the only known maker of the Sorcerer's Stone!" She reads.

"The what?" Harry asks.

Hermione rolls her eyes. "Honestly, don't you two read? Look, read that there."

They read about the Sorcerer's stone. It makes an elixir of life and turns any metal that touches it to gold.

"I bet this is what that dog is hiding!" Hermione gasps. "If only we could get past the dog. Maybe Hagrid knows."

That afternoon, I run to tell Draco.

Draco nods. "And...I was doing some...other research." Draco says. "About the dog." Draco explains. I nod. "It falls asleep when you play it music."

I gasp. "We have to get the stone first!"

Draco bites his lip. "Harry, that's a bad idea."

"No, we have to!" I exclaim. "It will make You-Know-Who immortal!"

Draco nods. "I suppose we do have to don't we?" I nod. "Oh, alright."

I sneak Draco into the Gryffindor tower. I drag him over to Ron and Hermione.

"Draco found out how to get past the dog!" I exclaim.

Ron eyes him. "Malfoy."

"Weasley." He spits back.

I roll my eyes. "Guys, you need to be civil." I say. "We all have to save the stone from You-Know-Who!"

Hermione nods. "Okay, we go tonight."

"Why tonight?" Draco asks, a touch of fear in his voice.

"Because we have to get it sooner than later!" Hermione says, exasperated.

"Okay..." I say apprehensively.

That night, the four of us stand outside the corridor.

"Okay." Ron whispers. "Who has to-"

But before Ron can finish, Draco kicks open the door. A harp is playing in the corner. The dog is fast asleep. We open the trap door, but we can't see down.

Ron bites his lip. "I'll go first." He whispers so as not to wake it.

Draco shakes his head. "No, I want to."

I sigh. "It has to be me." I say. "I'll shout up if everything is okay." And I jump down.

I land on a pile of something soft. Plants, I think. "IT'S OKAY!" I call up.

Draco jumps, then Ron, then Hermione.

"Thank god this plant thing is here!" Ron says.

"Thank god?" Hermione says. "Look!"

The plant is trying to strangle us.

"It's okay!" She says. "Just relax." Hermione does so and falls through to the bottom.

"HERMIONE!" Ron shouts. He struggles against it. Draco drops next.

"Ron, you have to relax." I say. "Trust us."

Ron does and drops down and I follow. I land rather roughly and I stand and  dust off. "Is everyone okay?" I ask.

They nod. We see a door. We walk through it. Above us, there are hundreds of...well, I'm not sure what they are. There is a door with a large silver handle, but it's locked.

"How are we supposed to get through?" Draco complains.

I take a closer look at the flying things. "THEY'RE KEYS!" I shout. I spot a broom in a cornor. I see a key with a ruffled wing. It looked as though it had already been caught. "I'll get it."

But as soon as I mount my broom, they assault me. They try to poke my eyes. I grab nearly blindly at the keys until I get the right one. I get off my broom and jam the key in the lock. We run through. I have a rather large cut on my arm from one of the keys. Draco sees.

"You alright?" He asks me. I nod.

"I'm fine."

We look ahead and see a giant chess board. Ron gulps. "I think we have to play our way across."He looks around. "Okay, Hermione, you take the place of that rook, Harry you be the bishop, Malfoy, you be the other rook and I'll be a knight."

We take our places. Everything is going great, until Ron gasps. "I have to get taken." He says.
"You go on."

"But Ron!" Hermione gasps. "They'll kill you!"

Ron gulps. "I'll be fine."

Ron moves and the queen brutally takes him. I take the king. Hermione wants to help him, but we have to move on. We run into a room with potions. A black fire erupts behind us and a purple one erupts through. Hermione picks up a slip of paper and reads:

"Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind,
Two of us will help you, whichever you would find,
One among us seven will let you move ahead,
Another will transport the drinker back instead,
Two among our number hold only nettle wine,
Three of us are killers, waiting hidden in line.
Choose, unless you wish to stay here forevermore,
To help you in your choice, we give you these clues four:
First, however slyly the poison tries to hide
You will always find some on nettle wine's left side;
Second, different are those who stand at either end,
But if you would move onward, neither is your friend;
Third, as you see clearly, all are different size,
Neither dwarf nor giant holds death in their insides;
Fourth, the second left and the second on the right
Are twins once you taste them, though different at first sight."

Hermione nods. "Okay, I know what to do."