I was in the library minding my own business studying for the history of magic exam next week when there was a loud Boom! I look over to see Bushy and Potter and their red headed friend with a bunch of books. I look over to see a massive and thick book that she had dropped on the table making everyone in the library stare at her.
"How could I have been so stupid!" She nearly shouted. I don't know how could you have been. It's not like your a obnoxious know it all who sucks up to nearly every teacher except Snape who treats you like every other teacher should. Like scum. I nearly snort from my thoughts and scoot a little closer to them to hear what they were whispering.
"It's says here: Nicolas Flamel is the only known wizard to own the Sorcerer's Stone alongside his good friend Albus Dumbledore." Granger said out loud as her finger followed the words on the page.
"So that's what Hargrid got from Gringotts, and that explains why there was a break in. Someone wants that stone badly." Harry says
"But the bigger question is who is Nicolas Flamel? And what's this Soccer Stone thing?"The red head named Ron asks. What would they do without me. I thought as I scooted while Granger corrected the name of of the Stone to where I a was fully sitting next to Ron. Harry looked bewildered Ron looked equally confused while Granger just narrowed her eyes at me.
"I see your searching for Nicolas Flamel." I stated. Harry and Ron shared a look. No doubt they knew my connections with Malfoy and definitely knew I was in Slytherin as I was wearing my robes.
"I-I mean...yeah...but academic reasons....for a essay...you know?" Harry said trying to cover up the fact that I knew. I rolled my eyes and said
"No I don't know." They looked panicked at this point. "But I do know who that guy is and what he has, and considering two out of three of you have only been in the wizard ing world for a few months and the other really doesn't have a brain. I think you could use my information." I said sitting there waiting for a response. They all shared a look, the same look I also get. Can't trust her she a Slytherin and besties with Malfoy. I rolled my eyes.
"If you think I'm going to tattle tale on you to Snape. Your sorely mistaken, that Draco's job and I don't fancy taking it anytime soon. And no this doesn't mean I'm telling him about our little conversation either." I said seeing Hermione's face. They again shared a look. Which caused me to say
"I don't have all day. I do have a exam I was studying for, and by the looks of it you guys could do with some studying yourself." I said with sarcasm
"Only if you promise not to tell anyone." Harry said looking at me sternly. While Hermione continued to look at me in disgust.
"Well Nicolas Flamel is the only known maker of the Sorcerer's Stone." I stated
"We already know that!" Hermione said irritated. I again rolled my eyes.
"The Sorcerer's Stone is a legendary alchemical substance with magical properties. It's a ruby-red stone that could be used to create the Elixir of Life, which made the drinker immortal, as well as transform any metal into pure gold." I explained "Happy?"
"Completely utterly joyful." Harry said dryly with eyes wide of realization. I laughed so hard I started wheezing and went back to my comfortable study area.
I was back in my dorm after a long few weeks of school. I had just finished packing my trunk for home, (Well Malfoy Manor). When Astoria burst through the door.
"I can't believe your leaving me here! All alone while you and Luc go and have fun at home. While I'm stuck here with Potter and his gang and Daphne!" She complained loudly. Daphne was her older sister who treated her horribly.
