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Sorcerer Stone

"Harrys under the impression that Snape is gonna try to kill him."

Dumbledore had successfully convinced me and Harry not to go looking for the mirror again, but I had wished to have never seen it in the first place... For the next few nights I'd have these recurring dreams of my mum being struck by a green light... and dying. The odd part was that it felt so real. So real in fact, I began questioning if it was even a dream and not some distorted memory...

Work had been getting increasingly harder and I barely had time to spend with my friends. Draco and I were never on great terms, but for some reason he's been more rude than usual. To both Leah and I. Thankfully, Blaise was still chill.

There was another Quidditch match coming up between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff which was really stressing Flint out. If Hufflepuff lost, Gryffindor would overtake Slytherin for the first time in seven years! And as much as I loved Harry, I'd been  hoping for him to lose. All rooting was going towards Hufflepuff this match.

I'd overheard some unnerving news about Snape being the referee for the match, and as much as I trusted him, I couldn't help but be nervous... That's why I was currently walking through Hogwarts chilled corridors, covered head to toe in warm clothes. Passing through a rather chilly part of the halls, I wrapped my arms around my body and rubbed, hoping to reserve as much heat as possible.

I was about to open Snape's office door when Harry practically ran into me, panting. He had a smile etched across his face, and rested his arms onto his knees, attempting to catch his breath. "Ave — you — won't — believe — what I just — found out!"

"What? Is everything alright? I was kinda in the middle of something —"

"No offense, but I really don't care. This is really important."

"Oh — wow, okay. No need to be rude,"

He stood up straight and pulled a collectible chocolate frog card from his pocket. "I didn't know you liked collecting those," I said.

He shook his head. "No — look! Right there!" He shoved the card in my face and flipped it over. It was Dumbledore. Glancing down at the card, I began reading the inscription.

"Dumbledore is 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 found him!" He whisper-shouted. "I've found Flamel! I told you that I'd read the name somewhere before, I read it on the train coming here!"

Before I could respond, he yanked my arm in the opposite direction. "Now, come on. We're meeting Hermione and Ron in the Library."

-

Hermione had been searching through an odd section of the Library when Harry and I arrived. A few minutes had passed, and soon, Hermione fled over to the three of us with an ancient looking book in her hands. She placed the book onto the table and began eagerly flipping through the pages.

"I never thought to look in here," she whispered in an excited manner. "I checked this out of the Library a few weeks ago for a bit of light reading..."

"This is light?" Ron said, astonished by the size of the book. Hermione sighed but kept speaking.

"Yes — now, look. It says right here, 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, who celebrated his six hundred and sixty-fifth birthday last year!"