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A Muggleborn in Slytherin was unheard of. Until Emelia Clermont came along in 1991. This is her story, and how s...
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Spring, at last, had finally arrived.
Emelia was sitting in the library to study for her finals when the Gryffindor trio entered, muttering furiously.
Knowing that it had something to do with the mystery, she approached them. They were all bent over a book about alchemy.
"How could I be so stupid!" Hermione cried out. "I checked this out weeks ago for a bit of light reading."
Ron looked flabbergasted, "This... Is light?"
"Of course! Here it is!" Hermione whispered dramatically, "Nicolas Flamel is the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone!"
Harry, Ron and Emelia glanced at each other, then Hermione.
"The what?" they chorused together.
"Oh, honestly, don't you three read?"
Hermione read the book, "The Philosopher's Stone is a legendary substance with astonishing powers. It will transform any metal into pure gold and produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker immortal."
"Hey, I recognize this!" Emelia's eyes lit up. She'd decided to study Defence against the dark arts on her own because their Professor was useless with all of his stutterings.
"Immortal," Ron echoed.
"It means you'll never die," Hermione explained.
"I know what it means," Ron sneered.
"The only Stone currently in existence belongs to Mr Nicolas Flamel, the noted alchemist, who last year celebrated his six hundred and sixty-fifth birthday."
Hermione looked up, "That's what Fluffy's guarding on the third floor. That's what's under the trapdoor. The Philosopher's Stone!"
"So Flamel knows someone's after the Stone... Gives it to Dumbledore to keep safe at Hogwarts... Not realising that one who's after it..." Harry said.
"Teaches at Hogwarts," Hermione finished his sentence.
"So Snape wants piles of gold and to live forever. Who wouldn't?" Ron concluded.
Emelia sat silently, troubled by something.
"What is it, Emelia?" asked Harry.
"I don't want to scare you, Harry. It's just... If all Snape wants is the Philosopher's Stone... Why did he try to kill you that day on the Quidditch pitch? It just doesn't make any sense."
