Elizabeth Potter, the girl who lived.
Harry Potter, the boy who lived.
Facing Voldemort again.
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t. 1991 ~ 1992 (PS era)
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Started: 2/11/20
Completed: 7/2/21
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I only own Elizabeth Potter, that is all.
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HAGRID!
"I had you looking in the wrong section!" Hermione exclaimed as she dropped a big, heavy book onto the table that Harry, Ron and I were studying on. Harry jumped a foot into the whilst Ron and I looked at Hermione startled, "How could I be so stupid? I checked this out a few weeks ago to see if there was anything better for Lizzy-"
"Which there's no need for anymore. I'm all better," I beamed. Its true - I haven't had a flashback or had fatigue since I stopped taking the sleeping draught.
Hermione sent me a quick smile to let me know she was happy for me before flipping to a page in her big book, "Of course! Here it is! 'Nicholas Flamel is the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone'." My eyes widened and I leaned over to get a better look at what Hermione was reading and, sure enough, it was there.
"The what?" Harry and Ron said in unison.
"Honestly, don't you two read?" Hermione asked exasperatedly before continuing to read the paragraph about Nicholas Flamel, "'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'."
"Immortal?" I gawked.
"It means you'll never die," Hermione clarified, earning a glare from me.
"I know what it means!" I snapped, slightly insulted that she thought I was actually that dumb.
Hermione ignored my comment and carried on with the paragraph, "'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 beamed, relieved that she had finally solved the puzzle. Hermione had a thing for completion and everything being perfect so I can't imagine how heavy a weight this lifted off her shoulders.
"We should talk to Hagrid," Harry nodded sternly, "now."
"Now?!" I exclaimed, "Harry, it's almost curfew, we'll get told off."
"It's the safest time, no one will interrupt," he tried to justify.
"Harry," I said disappointingly.
"Lizzy," he replied sarcastically, exaggerating my tone. I rolled my eyes at his childish behaviour.
