Her Power | Discontinued

Hagrid's hut

It was the next day, and I was in the great hall. I had eaten breakfast and was talking to my friends at the Slytherin table when the golden trio came over, with faces like thunder.
"We are going to Hagrid's" Harry said that in such a tone that said there was no room for discussion. I began to get up when a certain blond-haired person tugged on my sleeve.
"Why?" he questioned
"Cause, we need to!" Ron replied, face redder than his hair.
"Draco" I said to the boy. He reluctantly let me go.

We walked down the hut and knocked. The giant let us in, and Harry rushed into explaining why we were here.

"Nonsense! Why would Snape put a curse on Harry's broom?" Hagrid asked after he explained it all.
"Yea, Harry. Snape wasn't the only one, Quirrell was to." I gave the 3 that didn't know this newfound information.
"I did tell 'mionie this." I pointed out.
Harry ignored my statement.
"Who knows? Why was he trying to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween?"
Hagrid turned to us.
"Who told you 'bout Fluffy?" the man asked
"Fluffy?" Ron exclaimed.
"That thing has a name?" Hermione asked
"OfCourse it does!" I said(shouted) at the trio.
"Well, of course he's got a name. He's mine. I bought him off an Irish feller I met down at the pub last year. Then I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the..."
"Yes?" Harry asked
"Shouldn't have said that. No more questions! Don't ask any more questions. That's top secret, that is."
"But, Hagrid, whatever Fluffy's guarding, Snape's trying to steal it." Harry exclaimed
"Codswallop. Professor Snape is a Hogwarts teacher."
"Hogwarts teacher or not, I know a spell when I see one. I've read all about them. You've got to keep eye contact and Snape wasn't blinking." Hermione said.
"Exactly." harry sighed
"Well, all three of you, if you'd listen, then you know, neither was Quirrell" I sighed
"See, listen to Olivia. Now, you listen to me, all four of you. You're meddling in things that ought not to be meddled in. It's dangerous. What that dog is guarding is strictly between Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel."
Harry curiously turned to Ron then back to Hagrid.
"Nicholas Flamel?"
Hagrid mumbled to himself, "I shouldn't said that. I should not have said that."
He then left, still mumbling to himself, "I should have not said that"
"Nicholas Flamel?" turned to Hermione.
"Who's Nicholas Flamel?"
"I don't know." she responded shaking her head.

They left Hagrids hut in silence, every head swarming with the same thoughts, 'Who is Nicholas Flamel?'. The silence followed them to the castle where they went their separate ways.
Olivia's thoughts seemed to overwhelm her as she walked back to her common room. Most were thoughts of Nicholas Flamel, but there were others, swarming. She was so in her thoughts, that she didn't even realise that she was at the portrait, or there was someone behind her.
"Pure blood" the man in the portrait, Salazar himself, seemed shocked, but let her in all the same. Confused, she stepped in, but brushed it off. She went to the leather seats facing the fire, staring into the orange flames, going over the day in her head.
She almost jumped into the air when a hand landed on her shoulder. She shivered, but forced herself to stop, it was drilled into her brain so she couldn't stop, it was subconscious at this point, the amount of time she had done it in the orphanage. Stopping herself before she could do anything terrible, she took a shaky breath. The person that put their hand on her shoulder seemed to notice.
"Sorry I dint mean to scare you." the smell of green apples and expensive cologne filled her nostrils.
"How long you been there?" she asked the person connected to the hand.
"Err, bout 10 mins, called your name multiple times, but you seemed too far away to notice." Draco said in thought, sitting next to her.
"Sorry"
"Tis fine my dear" he said taking on a very posh tone, even more so than normal, making me laugh.
"Any way, what was that about before?"
"What?" she questioned.
"The whole portrait thing" she gave him a questioning look.
"You didn't say the password, yet he let you in"
"What do you mean? I said pure blood." she responded; brows furrowed.
"It was a hiss not words"
"I don't know" she paused for a moment before breaking the silence.
"Do you know who Nicholas Flamel is?" he shook his head before they went up to bed.


A/n - Sorry its short