Y/n Cullen- Potter

part 8

Harry smiled at me, patted my back, and congratulated me for getting into the team. The twins, Ron's brothers, ran under us and lifted us off our feet, giving us a piggyback ride. I screeched in surprise, while Harry's eyes went wide. The twins, Fred and George, roared with laughter, proclaiming that the two youngest players in a century were their friends and that we were The Potter Twins.

Well, that was frustrating.

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The day started like any other, but today felt different. Perhaps today was the day I would finally get answers to most of my questions.

I knocked on the door, and a quick "Come in" came from the other side. I opened the door cautiously, peeking my head first. I don't know why I did that, considering I had permission to enter. It was just a gut feeling that told me something wasn't quite as it seemed.

And as it turned out, I was right.

Inside the room, I saw Professor Dumbledore sitting at his desk, accompanied by another older man with shoulder-length white hair, seated in an armchair across from him.

"Oh, I apologise. I didn't realise you were busy, Professor," I said, starting to turn around to leave. But before I could close the door, Professor Dumbledore spoke, "Ms. Cullen-Potter, do stay. I believe my guest would be delighted to meet you."I hesitated for a moment, then closed the door and took a seat in the chair conjured by Professor Dumbledore, next to the man. Sitting up straight, I looked into the eyes of the man sitting beside me.

"Y/n Lily Cullen-Potter," I said with a warm smile, extending my hand for him to shake. To my surprise, his pale skin was warm, like summer sunshine. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Nicolas Flamel." His warm smile filled my heart, and inexplicably, I felt safe.

'Wait a second, Nicolas Flamel! Isn't he the one who created the Philosopher's Stone?! Wicked!' 

My eyes widened, and my lips parted in astonishment as I glanced between the Headmaster and Mr. Flamel. I didn't know how to react.

"You're the creator of the Philosopher's Stone?" I asked, retracting my hand. Mr. Flamel nodded, observing me intently. "Would you teach me? If you have the time, of course. I understand that you're a busy man." I closed my mouth, realising I was rambling. "Sorry," I said, lowering my head in embarrassment.

"I can teach you, but on a few conditions," Mr. Flamel replied, glancing at Professor Dumbledore and then back at me. My heart raced with excitement. It was like being told you're going to get a puppy as a child. "You must remain as curious and ambitious as you already are, without feeling embarrassed about asking questions." I beamed at him, giving him a mischievous look. "I'll do my best to stay curious and ambitious, but I can't promise I'll stay a child for long." 

Mr. Flamel smiled warmly at my response, his eyes twinkling with wisdom. "That's the spirit, Y/n. Curiosity and ambition are essential qualities for a seeker of knowledge. I believe we will have a great deal of fun together."

Professor Dumbledore interjected, his blue eyes twinkling behind his half-moon glasses. "Indeed, Y/n, I think this mentorship will be a remarkable opportunity for you. Nicolas Flamel possesses a wealth of knowledge and experience that he is willing to share."

I nodded eagerly, feeling a surge of gratitude towards both men. "Thank you, Professor Dumbledore. Thank you, Mr. Flamel. I am truly honoured and excited to embark on this journey with you."

Mr. Flamel nodded, his expression filled with warmth. "The pleasure is mine, Y/n. I see great potential in you, and I believe we can uncover many secrets together. Learning should never be a burden, but a delightful adventure."

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