Infinite Magic (Male Reader x Harry Potter)

Nicolas Flamel

Dumbledore had convinced Harry not to go looking for the mirror again, and for the rest of the Christmas holidays his invisibility cloak stayed folded at the bottom of his trunk.  Still, Harry wasn't doing great.  He began having nightmares every night, and confided in Ron and I that he would see his parents, before they disappeared in a flash of green light.

YN: Dumbledore was right, that mirror could drive you mad.

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, and disappointment that we hadn't at least found out who Nicolas Flamel was.  We had almost given up hope of ever finding Flamel in a library book, even though Harry was still sure he'd read the name somewhere.  And my mother refused to say anything, telling me not to go poking around things I shouldn't.  She obviously knew what was hidden here at Hogwarts, she's still very close with Dumbledore.  Once term had started, we were back to skimming through books for ten minutes during their breaks.  Harry had even less time than the rest of us, because Quidditch practice had started again.  Then, during one particularly wet and muddy practice session, Wood gave Harry and the team a bit of bad news.

Harry: Snape is refereeing.

Ava: When's he ever refereed a Quidditch match?  He's not going to be fair if we might overtake Slytherin.

YN: That's besides the point.  Snape tried to throw Harry off his broom in the last game!  Imagine what he could do if he was in the air as well.  If I see him using the slightest bit of magic, I'm going to knock him out of the sky!

Ava: Calm down, YN.  We can just talk to Dumbledore.  He knows about your eyes, he'd trust you.

The three of us walked into the common room, where Ron and Hermione were playing chess.  It was the only thing Hermione ever lost at.

Ron: Don't talk to me for a moment, I need to concen-

He caught sight of Harry's face.

Ron: What's the matter with you?  You look terrible.

Speaking quietly so that no one else would hear, Harry told the other two about Snape's sudden, sinister desire to be a Quidditch referee.

Hermione: Don't play.

Ron: Say you're ill.

Hermione: Pretend to break your leg.

YN: I could actually break your leg.

I grinned at him as Harry quickly shook his head no.

Harry: I can't.  There isn't a reserve Seeker.  If I back out, Gryffindor can't play at all.

At that moment Neville toppled into the common room.  How he had managed to climb through the portrait hole was anyone's guess, because his legs had been stuck together with what we recognized at once as the Leg-Locker Curse.  He must have had to bunny hop all the way up to Gryffindor tower.  Everyone fell over laughing except Hermione, who leapt up and performed the counter curse.  Neville's legs sprang apart and he got to his feet, trembling.

Hermione: What happened?

Neville: Malfoy.  I met him outside the library.  He said he'd been looking for someone to practice that on.

YN: Perfect.  Harry, I won't break your leg, I'll go break his.

Ava: YN.

I sighed, sitting back down.

Hermione: Go to Professor McGonagall!  Report him!

Neville shook his head.

Neville: I don't want more trouble.

Ron: You've got to stand up to him, Neville!  He's used to walking all over people, but that's no reason to lie down in front of him and make it easier.

Neville: There's no need to tell me I'm not brave enough to be in Gryffindor, Malfoy's already done that.

Neville looked like he was about to start sobbing.  Harry felt in the pocket of his robes and pulled out a Chocolate Frog, handing it to Neville.

Harry: You're worth twelve of Malfoy.  The Sorting Hat chose you for Gryffindor, didn't it?  And where's Malfoy?  In stinking Slytherin.

Neville's lips twitched in a weak smile as he unwrapped the frog.

Neville: Thanks, Harry... I think I'll go to bed.  D'you want the card, you collect them, don't you?

As Neville walked away, Harry looked at the Famous Wizard card.

Harry: Dumbledore again.  He was the first one I ever-

He gasped.  He stared at the back of the card.  Then he looked up at us.

Harry: I've found him!  I've found Flamel!  I told you I'd 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"!

Hermione jumped to her feet.  She hadn't looked so excited since we'd gotten back the marks for our very first piece of homework.

Hermione: Stay there!

She sprinted up the stairs to the girls' dormitories.  We barely had time to exchange mystified looks before she was dashing back, an enormous old book in her arms.

Hermione: I never thought to look in here!  I got this out of the library weeks ago for a bit of light reading.

YN / Ava: Light?

Hermione told us to be quiet until she'd looked something up, and started flicking frantically through the pages, muttering to herself.  At last she found what she was looking for.

Hermione: I knew it!  I knew it!

Ron: Are we allowed to speak yet?

Hermione: Nicolas Flamel is the only known maker of the Sorcerer's Stone!

My eyes widened.

Ava: The what?

Harry: What's the Sorcerer's Stone?

YN: It's an insanely powerful magic item.  It can turn any metal to pure gold, and it also produces the Elixir of Life, which makes whoever drinks it immortal.

Hermione: How did you...

YN: My mom's an Auror.  She taught me all about dangerous magical items.

Ron: How is this one dangerous?

YN: Are you dense?  Immortality... imagine if someone like Grindelwald or You Know Who achieved that.