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No Wonder the Forbidden Forest is Forbidden⋆｡°✩

Atlas made his way over to the Great Hall for some lunch. As he entered, Harry waved him over from the Gryffindor table. Atlas quickly made his way over to the boys and sat down. "What's up?"

"We-"

"Hermione!" Ron called as the bushy-haired girl entered the Great Hall. She ran over and hugged the two boys. She sat down next to Atlas, who was across from the boys. The three of them filled Hermione in on what happened during break. She was quite surprised to see Atlas was involved now too. She expressed her horror at the boys being out of bed, especially Harry, who was out for three. She was also disappointed that they still didn't know who Nicolas Flamel was.

Almost during all his free time, Atlas would meet up with the trio in the library and help them skim books for any sign of Nicolas Flamel. And no luck.

Atlas was in the library by himself, looking for books to study. After checking them out, he saw Draco standing outside the library. Neville was walking on the other side of the corridor and Draco smirked at him.

"Oi, Longbottom!" Draco called. The boy perked his head up. Draco took out his wand and pointed it at Neville. "Locomotor Mortis!" The boy gasped and fell to the floor, face first. Draco turned and looked at Atlas. "What? I needed someone to practice on."

Atlas shoved passed him and bent down to Neville. He looked up at Atlas with the look of a scared puppy. Although, his expression seemed slightly less scared than the one he had during the sorting ceremony. Atlas started muttering the counter curse. He remembered it after McGonagall used it on him after the snowball fight. Neville's legs unlocked and Atlas stood up, offering him a hand. Neville looked at him with uncertainty but took his hand.

"Thank you," Neville said, dusting off his robes.

"Yeah, sure. Let me know if Draco messes with you again, okay?"

The shorter boy nodded and headed out of the corridor. Atlas glanced behind him to find nothing. Draco must've already left. Atlas sighed and went to the Gryffindor common room. The trio and he were going to catch up on their homework, seeing as they'd been spending most of their time looking for Flamel. Atlas plopped on the couch next to Harry and took his paper and quill out for his essay.

"Think fast!"

Atlas snatched the item that was thrown at him. A chocolate frog. He looked at Harry, who was smiling. "Thanks," He smiled back. He unwrapped the frog and took a bite out of it. "Another Dumbledore card," He sighed. He flipped it over and skimmed the text. His eyes went wide. "Nicolas Flamel...Nicolas Flamel!" The three Gryffindors looked up at him. "Look! On the card!"

Harry leaned over his shoulder to get a better look at the card. "I told you I've read the name somewhere before! I read it on the train coming here. Listen to this, '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!' It's been right there the whole time!"

Hermione jumped up from her seat and ran into her dormitory. "Stay there!" She ran back down carrying an enormous book with her. "I never thought to look in here. I picked this up a few weeks ago for some light reading."

"Light?" Asked Ron.

She ignored him and flicked through the pages. "I knew it! Nicolas Flamel is the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone."

"The what?" Harry and Ron asked in unison.

"Oh, honestly, do you two read?' Hermione asked.

"Do they even know how to read?" Atlas chuckled.