"She's a Potter. It's forbidden."
Harry and (y/n) Potter, the twins who lived are headed to Hogwarts for their first year, and so on. Unfolding the mysteries of Hogwarts and Voldemort, the twins seem to get into more and more trouble every year. It...
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IN THE LIBRARY, Harry, Y/n and Ron sat reading and studying ‒ well, at least Y/n and Harry were ‒ just as Hermione comes strolling up, a large book in her hands. She slams it on the table, frightening both Harry and Y/n as they look up, frowning at the bushy haired girl.
"I had you looking in the wrong section! How could I be so stupid? I checked this out a few weeks ago for a bit of light reading." Hermione huffs at herself, taking a seat on the opposite side of Harry and Ron, and next to Y/n. "This is light?" Ron says, wide-eyed as he stared at the huge book. Hermione opens the book randomly, then flips a few pages before she found her wanted page.
"Of course! Here it is! 'Nicholas Flamel is the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone!'" Hermione says, pointing at the words as she read. Y/n was peering over her shoulder, "Oh yeah! Of course! Nicholas Flamel! I remember reading about him, quite old. I think he's six-hundred or something-or-rather.." Y/n mumbles. Harry and Ron look at each other, confused out of their minds.
"The what?" They both ask. Hermione and Y/n glare at them, "Honestly, don't you two read? 'The Philosopher's Stone is a legendary substance with astonishing powers. It will turn any metal into pure gold and produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker immortal.'" Hermione huffs, Y/n nodding along her words.
"Immortal?" Ron asks. "It means you'll never die." Y/n says to Ron. "I know what it means!" He says, quite loud. "Shh!" Harry hushes. "'The only stone currently in existence belongs to Mr. Nicholas Flamel, the noted alchemist, who last year celebrated his 665th birthday!' That's what Fluffy's guarding on the 3rd floor. That's what's under the trapdoor... the Philosopher's Stone!" Hermione reads, a little quiet so nobody could hear.
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The four knock on Hagrid's door, preparing theirselves to ask about the stone. Just then, he opens the door, wearing an apron and oven mittens, "Oh, hello. Sorry, don't wish to be rude, but I'm in no fit state to entertain today." Hagrid says, closing the door.
"We know about the Philosopher's Stone!" The four yell as Hagrid reopens the door, staring at the first years, "Oh." Was all he said as they walk into his hut. "We think Snape's trying to steal it." Harry informs. "Snape? Blimey, Harry, you're not still on about him, are you?" Hagrid huffs. "Hagrid, we know he's after the Stone. We just don't know why." Harry tries to explain.
"Snape is one of the teachers protecting the Stone! He's not about to steal it!" Says Hagrid with an eye roll. "What?" Y/n frowns, "You heard. Right. Come on, now, I'm a bit preoccupied today." Hagrid says, trying to shoo away the kids. "Wait a minute. One of the teachers?" Harry raises a brow.
"Of course! There are other things defending the Stone, aren't there? Spells, enchantments." Y/n asks Hagrid whom nods, "That's right. Waste of bloody time, if you ask me." Hagrid nods, "Ain't no one gonna get past Fluffy. Hehe, not a soul knows how. Except for me and Dumbledore. I shouldn't have told you that. I shouldn't have told you that." Hagrid mumbles when suddenly a cauldron over a fire begins to rattle, Hagrid runs over to it, saying a lot of 'Oh's' as he grabs something out of the cauldron, placing it on the table in front of Y/n, Harry, Ron and Hermione.
