Summers at The Burrow - Fred Weasley

Chapter Twenty-nine - Quirrell No More

i was running. again. 

i dashed down the halls and up the portrait tower and its many moving staircases until i reached the hall that lead to the Headmasters office. i continued to run as fast as i could and as soon as i stopped running thy griffin began moving revealing a staircase as it arose. i stepped on and let it carry me until it was no longer moving and i had to climb the rest myself. 

i nocked lightly and heard a faint "come in" so i pushed the large doors open and looked ahead to find Dumbledore at his desk with a quill in hand.

"Ah, Miss Black, you really are quite fast when you need to be. Have a seat. we have an important matter to attend to before Harry comes back to his senses in the next few days and I'm afraid there is no time to waste." he said handing me a piece of parchment and the quill he was holding.

"what is this for?" i questioned as i hovered the quill over a pot of ink.

"You will help me write a letter to Mr. Nicolas Flamel." he replied.

"but sir, this is no light matter i think you should be the one to write this letter." i replied respectfully.

"there are two things i have to say to that. one: you are perfectly correct. two: i was testing you." he said with a kind smile.

"for why?" i asked.

"your job this year was to keep an eye on Harry and his accomplices but to not interfere unless they were in irreparable peril. thankfully they never reached that. what you said just now and what Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall have told me proved to me that you have done your job marvelously and for that i praise you." he said like a proud father.

"so what now? surely this cant be the last thing you are putting me up to." i said in a worried voice.

"you are a most valuable piece of the puzzle that will in due time allow Harry Potter to fulfill his destiny and save the wizarding world. this year was a trial run and you proved to many this year that you can make anything look easy so i am appointing you to the official position of my personal spy. you will hold this position until there comes a time when only one of us roams the earth." he said slowly to allow time for it to settle in.

"thank you, but i will need council." i said modestly.

"well, you have Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall and myself if you seek wiser words but i have full faith in you that you will not need much help from us." he said.

"so what about this letter to the Philosopher?" i questioned.

"right. well i have already written to him and he has written back so all that is left to do is destroy the stone and return his letter. that is another reason i have brought you here." he began to smile.

"you want me to destroy the stone?" i asked in disbelief.

"i will explain everything if you just sit right there and listen carefully. you will take the sword of Godric Gryffindor and crush the stone into a thousand tiny pieces then we will slide it into an envelope and destroy it with fiendfyre." he said.

"can i touch the stone?" i asked nervously as Dumbledore opened a drawer and pulled  out a tightly bound parcel. 

"yes you can." he said and i set it on the ground unwrapping it.

i took my robe off and rolled up my sleeves then used the levitation charm to take the sword off the wall. once i had it it my hands it felt light and agile like i could swing it with one arm but i should use two for a greater force. i found my grip and swung down violently on the stone and there was a sort of shock wave around me. i looked around and saw Dumbledore had been pressed to the back of his chair with a shocked expression on his face.