"I had you looking in the wrong section. How could I be so stupid?"
Hermione slammed a book on her notebooks in front of the boys, making them jump.
"This one? Didn't we check this out a few weeks ago for a bit of light reading?" I flip through some pages.
"This. Is. Light?" Ron breathed. I roll my eyes and nudge Hermione to just continue where she is going with this.
We flip through more pages, then I see what she is talking about.
"Oh, of course! Nicolas Flamel! He is the only known maker of the Sorcerer's Stone!"
"The what?"
"Honestly don't you two read?"
I crack a smile at her comment then, I continue reading the information.
"The Sorcerer's Stone is a legendary substance with astonishing powers. It can turn any metal into pure gold and produce the elixir of life, which will make the drinker immortal."
"Immortal?" Ron questioned.
"It means you will never die," Hermione answered.
"I know what it means!"
"Shhh!" Harry said.
I gave Ron a look before finishing the paragraph.
"The only one known in existence belongs to Mr. Nicolas Flamel, who last year celebrated his 665th birthday."
"So that means..."
"That's what's Flurry's guarding. That's what's under the trap door. The Sorcerer's Stone." Hermione concluded.
We all share a worried look.
"What do we do know?"
Harry looks at me.
"Tonight we go to Hagrid's. The three of us will pick you up under the cloak."
"Still jealous you have that."
We all smile and laugh. I get up and hang out with Draco and his friends until nightfall. Then the clock starts ticking.
I pull on some leggings, a kitten sweater over a plain T-shirt and slipped on a pair of beige boots. I put my hair in a messy high ponytail. I hook my Slytherin cloak on and slip out of my dormitory.
I quietly walk up the stairs to portrait and walk out. I check my muggle watch Hermione let me borrow for this. 9:58 p.m. Harry should be here by now.
"Harry?" I call out in a whisper.
I feel a hand clamp over my mouth and let out a slight yelp.
"Shhhh. Slytherin's prefect is just around the corner, get in quick." Harry whispered. I nodded and he let me go. I got under the cloak to see Ron and Hermione bickering with their eyes.
"Oh, both of you caught it out." I get in between them so they stop their eye war.
We start walking up the hallway and out the castle. Once we're out of view, we take the cloak off and run the rest to Hagrid's so we don't get caught. Harry knocked two times on the door, then moments later Hagrid came in sight, sweaty and wearing an apron.
"Oh, it's you. Sorry but I'm not in the mood to be entertained tonight." He goes to close the door, "We know about the Sorcerer's Stone!"
"Oh." He let us in and I sat by Fang and started to pet him.
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The Malfoy Twins: The Sorcerer's Stone *REWRITE*
FanfictionDaniella Narcissa Malfoy is expected to be like the rest of her family. So her whole story would be very predictable. She grows up coldhearted and cruel. Believes that being of pureblood is very important. Muggleborns and bloodtraitors are unaccepta...
