Mischief Managed Mayhem

Chapter 14- Allying with Harry Potter

by: PotatoSouphehe

"Joshua, come on, we need to hurry to our next class. We're going to be late." Alex said to me as we walked down the hallways together, textbooks in hand. I gave Alex an apologetic grin.

"Sorry, sorry. Let's hurry, we don't want to get on the professor's bad side already." A said slowly, and the Alex sighed, shaking his head, but smiled softly anyways. Our footsteps made soft thumping noises on the red carpeted floors. Overall, it was quite peaceful without the usual bustling of students here and there, as we were taking a shortcut through a small isolated area. Usually, Alex was surrounded by a group of students, so some rare alone time and quiet was always welcomed. That was why we decided to take this route, anyway. 

As we began to near the corner, my ears caught the noise of a panicked voice whispering in hushed tones. I stopped abruptly, to Alex's confusion, worried about the intensity of worry dripping down the speaker's voice. We stood infront of an abandoned storeroom, the door slightly open, golden light flooding onto the floor as I noticed the shadows of three figures. One of them seemed to be pacing around the room, suddenly coming to a stop.

"We cannot, under no circumstances, let anyone know about this!" A feminine voice hissed pointedly, voice shrill and urgent. "Do you understand, Ron? Do not mention a SINGLE thing about this!" My eyes widened as I realised who the voices belonged to. It was none other than the golden trio, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. They seemed extremely concerned about something.

  Maybe I should ask them if they need help? I thought to myself, but before I could do anything, Ron's voice muttered out a complain.

"Why do you always think that I'm the one going to spill! I'm not going to let anyone know about the sorcerer's stone!" Ron whined, and I could hear the three stiffen up. So much for not letting anyone know..I thought to myself dismissively, returning my focus to the conversation. The sorcerer's stone, huh? What could that be... sounds like something from those video games that Markus and Carmen always play.

"Ron!" Harry chided, and Hermione began to say some things to him, rather aggressively. Alex, who must have heard them, tensed up by my side, green eyes meeting mine with a startled expression. Sweat trickled down his forehead, and he quickly brushed his slightly messy hair, eyes lost in thought. Uh oh, what happened? Alex doesn't usually look so...scared.

"What's wrong, Alex?" I inquired, concern seeping into my voice as I watched my best-friend, who looked like he'd seen a dementor. After no response, I nudged his shoulder gently. "Alex?" I asked again, slightly softer. Alexander, quickly shook his head, breaking from his trance as he looked up at me, a brief look of panic painted upon his face. His eyebrows arched down in frustration. His mouth opened, before closing in thought. Then he spoke.

"...Did they say the sorcerer's stone?" He asked shakily, hands clenching his textbook tighter. The sorcerer's stone? What was so important about it?

"Uh, yeah, that's what I heard..." I whispered softly, as not to alert the golden trio of our presence. I could still hear the three arguing faintly behind the wall. Alexander exhaled slowly, clenching his eyes shut as he tried to relax.

"Hmm.. okay.. that's not good.." Alexander muttered to himself, cursing under his breath.

"Hey. Language." I said pointedly, causing him to roll his eyes. "So, what is the sorcerer's stone, exactly?" I continued, and Alexander took a deep breath, hands twitching. I took his textbook from his hands, allowing him to fidget with his fingers as he spoke, foot tapping on the ground as he thought of what to say.

"I read this from an old book, so forgive me if I'm wrong, but the sorcerer's stone is a stone that allows people to live longer. The stone has drastic after effects, making it very dangerous, and the creator of the stone, Nicholas Flamel, was in cahoots with Dumbledore...for something." He paused, waiting for my reaction. When I said nothing, he continued, biting his lip. "I also know that Nicholas created the stone as a way to keep him alive, and he is more than six hundred twenty years old." Alex finished, rubbing his temples with his fingers. My stomach flipped when I realised the gravity of the situation.