~Tommy POV~

Ron was still opening presents back in the common room as Harry and I looked for information about Nicholas Flamel.

Apparently, he was given an invisibility cloak and we left for the Restricted Section after that. This was the first time I was breaking a few rules because I was raised to do one thing and that was this: "Fuck you, obey the rules."

Yeah, it sounds funny, but at least the "Fuck you" part let's me know that no matter who I am, I'm a part of the muggle world while I'm half-blood.

Anyway, we found the Restricted Section and went inside. I kept a lookout for Filch and his bitchy cat while Harry looked for books about Flamel.

He eventually took out a book and as he opened it, a face popped out and screamed so loud that it scared me!

Tommy: Oh! My God!

He closed the book and put it back where it was!

HOLY MAC AND CHEESE ON A SUNDAY FUCKING MORNING, IT'S CHRISTMAS! IT SHOULDN'T BE THIS SCARY!

Before Filch started calling us out, Harry grabbed the cloak and covered us up before Filch the bitch showed up.

Filch: Who's there! Show yourself!

We eventually left the library and went into the hallway.

While walking back to the common room, we walked into a room where we saw a mirror. It looked fancy and the two of us decided to look into it, but I let Harry go first because why not?

While he went, I heard him say something that I thought would never be said.

Harry: Mom? Dad?

I was confused but I let him have his moment before he turned to me.

Harry: Tommy! Look it's my parents!

I then looked and I didn't see his but MINE?!

They looked just like me and not only did I look at them, they smiled at me!

Why would they smile at me after they abandoned their son? That's just fucked up because parents are supposed to be caring, not the other fucking way around!

Once Harry cloaked us both, we went straight back to the Gryffindor Common Room where Harry was begging Ron to come with him and he wanted me to come with them, but after seeing my parents, I wasn't in the mood to go back with them.

So I just went into my bed and fell asleep. I didn't cry or sob, I just went to bed angry, but if I ever see McGonnagall, I have to talk to her.

~The Next Day~

Down in the mess hall, I was sitting with Ron and his family and eating some lunch, but I noticed Harry was sitting at the fireplace looking a bit sad.

Tommy: Ron, you mind seeing Harry? I think something's wrong with him.

Ron: Sure.

He then went as I saw Minerva come into the mess hall and it was perfect timing.

I got up from my seat and went to her.

Tommy: Merry Christmas, Minerva.

Minerva: Happy Christmas Thomas. I was just wanting to see you for something, you have a moment?

Tommy: Yes ma'am.

I sat down with her and she had to get serious.

Minerva: I know you and Potter found the Mirror of Erised, but I can't be mad at either of you.

How did she know? Oh right, Dumbledore.

Tommy: Minerva, is it okay if I ask you something?

Minerva: Of course.

Tommy: When Harry and I found the mirror, he saw his parents for the first time in who knows how long, and then he wanted me to see them, but when I looked into it, I saw MY mom and dad. They were smiling at me for some reason. I know that my parents abandoned me, but how are they in that mirror?

Minerva: Listen, Thomas. As much as I hate to break it to you, but your parents loved you very much. And this might make you upset, but your parents named me to be your godmother after they left you with Marie.

Tommy: Why didn't you take me in?

Minerva: Much like Potter, I thought you were better off away from the wizard world at the time. Marie offered to take you and it actually pained me to give you away.

She started actually tearing up a bit so I gave her a handkerchief in my pocket as Minerva wiped the tears off her face so she could continue.

Minerva: You heard about You-Know-Who, haven't you?

Tommy: I think so. My aunt told me about how he killed the Potters except for Harry.

Minerva: Well, years ago, your mother and father were a part of a secret society to fight against You-Know-Who. They fought to protect wizards and muggles to keep the peace, the last thing I heard about them was that, somehow, they vanished. Rumors say they died, but don't let it bother you, okay Tom?

Tommy: I usually don't let anything bother me, but thanks for letting me know, Professor.

Minerva: Thomas, when there are students or teachers around it's "Professor", but when it's just you and me, it's Minerva.

Tommy: Okay. Merry Christmas, Minerva.

McGonnagall: Merry Christmas Tommy.

We hugged a bit and after that, I just went to the Common Room and stayed there for the rest of the time being.

And me not getting bothered by anything that had to do with my parents? It was all bullshit, I literally cried myself to sleep that night.

~Days Later~

Hermione returned to Hogwarts and while it was great to see her again, I wanted to make sure that she doesn't get pissed off at Harry and I for trying.

Anyway, we were in the library until Hermione came in with a huge fucking book and slammed it in front of us!

Hermione: I've been having you look in the wrong section. How could I be so stupid?

She sat down before keeping her sassy side going, much to her adorableness.

Hermione: I remember taking this out for a bit of light reading.

Ron: You call this light?

She glared at Ron in the most adorable way possible and I can't believe she had to be this cute!

I looked away just trying not to laugh because of how cute she is! I mean, if I had a few English Pounds for the amount of times she did something to make me laugh, I'd be a billionaire by now!

Hermione: Here it is! "Nicholas Flamel is the only known maker of the Sorcerer's Stone"!

Ron and Harry: The what?

Tommy: Seriously, ever heard of reading a book?

Hermione snickered a little bit as she kept reading.

Hermione: "The ancient study of alchemy is concerned with making the Sorcerer's Stone, a legendary substance with astonishing powers. The stone will transform any metal into pure gold. It also produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker immortal."

Ron: Immortal?

Hermione: It means you'll never die.

Ron: I know what it means!

I shushed him before Hermione lost her train of thought as I rubbed her back, letting her know she can continue.

Hermione: "There have been many reports of the Sorcerer's Stone over the centuries, butthe only Stone currently in existence belongs to Mr. Nicolas Flamel, the noted alchemist and opera lover. Mr. Flamel, who celebrated his six hundred and sixtyfifth birthday last year, enjoys a quiet life in Devon with his wife, Perenelle."

No wonder Snape was trying to get in! Seriously, that's what that three-headed dog was guarding!

Yeah, we're gonna have to go stop Snape before it gets worse and you know what? Forget about Fluffy the Three Headed Dog, we might as well take the barbed wire off of prisons and put it around the trapdoor.