Emily Potter: The Girl Who Lived-Book 1

Chapter 24

A few days went by, which we spent in the hospital wing while Madam Pomfrey healed our burns. She really is a magnificent healer; there were only a few visible scars and they were very small. Dumbledore came in right after Ron filled us in, and he studied and documented our burns, planning to write a new Dark Arts book on 'marks left by the Dark Arts'.

I was still wondering what had happened with Ron and how the torturous pain and scars Harry and I had suffered got there, but I had a strong feeling that all our questions would be answered in time. Strangely, I was a bit reluctant to know the truth.

The next day was the day that everyone came back for the second term. News of my and Harry's encounter with the dark arts spread like a wildfire within hours. Harry, Ron and Hermione got annoyed pretty quickly, but I tried to remain polite and answer people's questions as best I could. Everyone got back on a Sunday, and, knowing Hermione, she was the first off the train. She immediately found us in the library, looking for Nicholas Flamel.

"I heard what happened to you two!!! I have so many questions, you have to tell me everything." She looked at Harry and I expectanly.

"We will, promise." We said in unison. I grinned at Harry and he mirrored my grin back.

"Good." She continued, "I looked up Nicholas Flamel on the internet-" She stopped when Ron rudely interrupted her.

"The interwhat?" Ron asked.

"Another time, Ron, I'll explain another time." Harry promised, motioning for Hermione to continue.

"Anyways, I looked him up online but all I found was a series about him, which obviously got me to read it." Hermione explained.

"Hang on, you read an entire series in 2 weeks???" Ron gaped, wide eyed.

I answered for Hermione, "Yes, haven't you?" She laughed and Ron blushed. "How many books were there?" I asked, curious to see if I would enjoy them.

"There was 6 books in total-they were called the Secrets of the immortal Nicholas Flamel." She informed; "I think you'd love them, they were quite enjoyable." Turning to me, she smiled, quite ecstatic, and I could tell she had great news.

"If the series is correct (it's a muggle fantasy book, but that doesn't mean it's not true), then Nicholas Flamel is the only known maker of the Sorcerer's Stone! He's immortal!!" She exclaimed excitedly.

I pieced it together in my head, "then Voldemort must be trying to get to it to resurrect himself."

"And Snape must be helping him get in!" Ron continued, earning a thoughtful glance from me, though Harry and Hermione nodded in agreement.

"I don't know, guys. I think Snape is trying to help our side, not his..." I thought aloud.

All of a sudden, I was engulfed in another vision. Harry, being closest to me, immediately caught me, and his face was the last thing I saw before tumbling down into a familiar scene.

'Ollivander, you realize that I will kill you and whoever you care about, don't you?' A raspy voice threatened. 'Tell me WHAT YOU KNOW!!!!' It roared, though the voice didn't sound very healthy.

He must be sick, or very weak, I thought to myself.

"I've told you everything I know as a fact. It's the only wand that my great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather made that was still in the shop! He was experimenting, and tried to fit as many wand cores as he could in the wand. He thought that the more cores, the more powerful. I believe it to have not one core, not even two or three or four, but 8. He spent his entire life on that wand. Phoenix feather, Dragon heartstring, Unicorn tail hair, Thunderbird Tail feather, Archromantula venom, Dittany stalk, White River Monster spine and Rougarou hair. He created it to rival the most powerful of wands. It could even have more cores, for all I know." Ollivander explained.