Conflicted Love

Nicholas Flamel; Year 1

*Angeline's POV

Last weekend was the first Quidditch Tournament of the year, of course, against Slytherin. Gryffindor won, but someone had jinxed Harry's broom. Seemingly tried to throw him off, fatally wound, or just injure him. The trio, Harry, Hermione, and Ron, believed it to have been Snape. Why? Because you could visibly see him mumbling a spell, and keeping direct eye contact with Harry.

I, one the other hand, thought otherwise. Professor Quirell was doing the exact same thing, accept not mumbling as forcefully. He was merely a seat up from Snape, but still. "Blimey! Snape wouldn't be tryin' to hurt Harry." Hagrid interjected in return to Harry's comment about it being Snape. Both he and the trio went at it for a while, then I decided to give my two cents on the matter.

"Did none of you realize that Quirrel was doing the same  thing? But of course not, because you guys have this thing about Snape. Just broaden your choices, here. See beyond what, or in this case, who your main focus of suspect is. My goodness." I said in an annoyed tone. "You seem to not be against Snape." Ron came back with a confused tone.

"I haven't ever had something against Snape. You guys just don't like him because he is rude to Harry. Most of the time it isn't rudeness. But I am just pointing out that I have no reason to not like him, and blame him on literally everything." Ron nodded to me. "She does have a good point. But still, Ang. You saw him. You saw what he was doing."

"But I also saw Quirell." Countering Ron, Hagrid jumped in. "Now all of you, Snape wouldn't have any reason in trynna hurt Harry." He nodded sideways to me. "Well whatever happened, I know it has to be Snape. I know a spell when I see one." Hermoine insisted.

_-_-TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY TOM RIDDLE-_-_

We'd seemingly, one night managed to find ourselves on the third floor, which is strictly forbidden. "Why do I feel like we're not supposed to be here...." Ron stuttered to us, his eyes widening as a brazier lit, a statue of a hunched over man in a cloak coming into view from the fire light. "Because we're not! This is the third floor! Its forbidden!" Hermione pointed out. A meow rang out across the corridor, as we all whipped around.

"It's Filch's cat!" Harry groaned in worry. "Run!" He said again, taking my hand and dragging me with him. We all run into a room, and slam the door shut. "We're only in this situation because that bloody staircase moved on us! Its not like we tried to be on the third floor!" I huffed. "Ehm......" Ron squeaked, his face going to an expression of pure fear. Turning around, the rest of us saw what Ron was so afraid of. A giant dog...dogs? I mean, the thing had three heads! "AAAAH!" We all screamed in fright, soon having the beast advance to us, its three heads barking, letting huge drips of saliva fall from its mouths.

Slamming the door behind us after we'd returned to the staircases, Ron started going off about the beast, and it started to really get annoying when we'd made it back to the Gryffindor Common Room. "Did you not notice anything but the dog? There was a trap door under its paw." Hermione started.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't bother looking at its feet, I was too busy looking at it's heads. If you didn't notice, THERE WERE THREE!" Ron countered in annoyance and disbelief. "Bloody hell, Ronald! If you'd use your brain and focus on anything but extraneous details, then maybe you could have figured out that the trap door obviously means that thing is guarding something."

Ron looked at me first with wide eyes, then sharing the same glance with Harry, looking back to me with a look of confusion. "Guarding something?" Ron asked, his face bunching up. "Yes. Guarding something." I nodded.

"Now. If you two don't mind, we're going to bed. Before either of you can come up with another clever idea to get us killed, or worse, expelled."

With that, Hermione took my arm, and dragged me into the girl's dormitory. "That was amazing, Ang. Telling Ron off like that." Hermione whispered to me in cheerfulness. "You're welcome, you're welcome." I whispered back, bowing slightly with a giggle.

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"That thing has a name?" Hermione asked Hagrid, pure disbelief in her tone. "Of course he has a name. He's mine." The half-giant told the young girl, looking to her in amusement. "Whatever Fluffy is guarding down there, it must be important. Otherwise Snape wouldn't be trying to steal it!" Harry tried to reason. "What's hidden down there is none of your business, but is strictly between professor Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel."

With that, Hagrid walked away, repeating how he shouldn't have told us that. "Nicholas Flamel.....who's Nicholas Flamel...?" Harry asked, looking to Hermione and I. "I have no idea..." The frizzy haired girl mumbled back to us, shaking her head and looking off onto something of complete irrelevance.

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"How could I be so STUPID?" Hermione slams a gigantic book onto the table, its content unknown to anyone but her, and the previous readers. Which does not portray to the boys or I. "I had you looking in the wrong section! I took this out a couple weeks ago for a bit of light reading." She sighed to herself.

"This...is LIGHT?" The ginger critiqued her, receiving an annoyed glare in return. "Look. Here it is. 'Nicholas Flamel, is the only known maker, of the Sorcerer's Stone.'" She read from the passage, running her fingers over some runes or something on the page. "The what?!" The boys asked in unison.

"Honstly, don't you two read?" To this, the boys sat back at bit.

"'The sorcerer's stone, is a legendry substance, with astonishing powers. It can transform any metal, into pure gold, and produces the elixir of life, which will make the drinker immortal.'"

"Immortal?" Ron asked. "It means you'll never die." Mione countered simply. "I know what it means!" I smacked Ron on the back of the head for that one.

"'The only stone currently, in existence, belongs to Mister Nicholas Flamel, the noted alchemist, who last year celebrated his six-hundred-and-sixty-fifth birthday.'" Hermione finished the text, and I decided to speak up.

"That's what Fluffy's guarding on the third floor. That's what's under the trap door. The sorcerer's stone." We all seemed to then put on the expression of thought. Deep thought. "We need to go to McGonnagall." They nodded to my comment, and we all started to book it out of the library, (PUN COMPLETELY INTENDED), and down the halls, into the professor's classroom. "Professor! We need to speak with Dumbledore now!" Harry said to her, trying to catch his breath. "What in heaven's name, for?" Of course. Answering with a question. Good one, professor. Really appreciative. "We know about the sorcerer's stone." I stated. Quite flabbergasted, the transfiguration professor's eyes widened. "Professor Dumbledore is not here. He's at the Ministry for an urgent meeting. And I haven't a clue on how you found out about the stone, but I promise you that you have no reason to delve your minds into it. Now. All of you. Go back to your dormitories. Quietly." She ordered. We all left the room, and soon went to bed.

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Hello, lovelies!!! I've been working on this chapter for a day or two, because I've really taken my time in typing it. I LOVED this chapter. Absolutely adored it. I hope you guys did, too!