Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's stone | Male OC insert.

Chapter XV: Nicolas Flamel

"You see, Dumbledore was right, that mirror could drive you mad," said Ron after telling them about the dreams he was having.

Hermione, who came back the day before term started, took a different view of things. She was torn between horror at the idea of Harry being out of bed, roaming the school three nights in a row ("If Filch had caught you!"), and disappointment that he hadn't at least found out who Nicolas Flamel was.

Ron kept at least six feet away from Y/n, not wanting to get punched. Harry accepted his fate. But Y/n didn't punch him. He only targeted Ron for being a coward and running away. After three hours he caught Ron off guard and punched him in the chest. Ron was happy it wasn't his face.

Harry was a little bit excited for a reason Y/n wouldn't be. Wood was working the team harder than ever. Even the endless rain that had replaced the snow couldn't dampen his spirits. The Weasleys complained that Wood was becoming a fanatic, but Harry was on Wood's side. If they won their next match, against Hufflepuff, they would overtake Slytherin in the house championship for the first time in seven years. When Y/n heard this he changed his mind and punched Fred and George in the arm if they ever complained.

Then, during one particularly wet and muddy practice session, Wood gave the team a bit of bad news. He'd just gotten very angry with the Weasleys, who kept dive-bombing each other and pretending to fall off their brooms.

"Will you stop messing around!" he yelled. "That's exactly the sort of thing that'll lose us the match! Snape's refereeing this time, and he'll be looking for any excuse to knock points off Gryffindor!"

George Weasley really did fall off his broom at these words. Y/n laughed a little. He was watching the practice because Wood told him too when Christmas was over.

"Snape's refereeing?" he spluttered through a mouthful of mud. "When's he ever refereed a Quidditch match? He's not going to be fair if we might overtake Slytherin."

The rest of the team landed next to George to complain, too.

Harry was a little distraught after hearing this and Wood noticed.

"Everything will be fine, Harry," He said. "We just need to make sure not to screw up."

"I can't play," Harry said. "Not with Snape as referee."

"But we'll need a seeker! And we don't have a replacement..."

He then saw Y/n who was looking at a fly carefully and whacked it with a straw he had in his hand.

"Never mind," Said Wood. "We just need Professor McGonagall to agree to it." He then walked off and came back with Professor McGonagall five minutes later. He walked over to Y/n and everyone stared.

"So, can he play?" Wood asked.

"Play what?" Y/n asked, now looking up at the two.

"You sure he's fast enough?" Asked Professor McGonagall. "And will he be able to see it?"

"Yes, I just saw him kill a fly with a straw!"

"You saw that?"

"Well then, of course Y/n can take Harry's place as seeker for this game!"

"Do what now?"

***

The rest of the team hung back to talk to one another as usual at the end of practice, but Harry and Y/n-who had to practice this time as well-headed straight back to the Gryffindor common room, where he found Ron and Hermione playing chess. Chess was the only thing Hermione ever lost at, something Harry, Ron, and Y/n thought was very good for her.