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Sitting in the library, deciding that it was time that I stayed out of the potion class when class was not in session for the time being. It was quiet until Ron and Harry came in, pulling me out of the room and into the corridor as they hushed my protests of being ripped from what was most likely my only safe haven now. 

"(y/n), I got into the restricted section, last night." 

"Did you find anything on Nicholas Flamel?" 

Shaking his head he looks down, holding his tongue as a stray student moved by us. Heading to the library. 

"Filch almost caught me in the restricted section, but I ran into Snape and Quirrell. They were talking about something." 

"They're professors, they were probably talking about teachings." 

he shakes his head as he looks at me. "Snape said something about Quirrell not wanting him as his enemy, and to make sure he knew where his loyalties lie." 

Raising a brow I looked at the two. "What does that mean?" 

They shrugged. "We were hoping you had some sort of idea, you've been hanging out with Snape a lot. It's actually kinda weird." 

Ron stated to me before Harry hit his arm. "Ow! Well she has." 

Shaking my head I sigh gently. "Whatever, I won't be in his class outside of potions class anymore. I don't know what's going on, but I don't think Snape is bad." 

"You don't think Snape is bad? Are you actually insane?" 

Ron shakes his head as he spins around and takes a few steps. 

"Don't ask me how I know, there's just something about him. He's misunderstood, he makes mistakes as everyone does." 

They glance at each other for a moment. I go to take a step away and they grab me again. 

"You should see  mirror I found, it showed me my parents. It showed Ron him holding the Quidditch cup and being captain." 

Raising a brow I look at the two. "You want me to go look into a mirror, that tells you your greatest desires?" 

"Is that what it does?" 

Nodding gently, I look at the two. They make their faces at me to get me to agree to it, which makes me sigh. "Fine. Just this once, then I hope it gets moved." 

Following the two into the restricted section of the building, all three of us under the invisibility cloak that Harry had gotten for Christmas. Once we were in the dusty room, Harry pointed over to the large mirror. Walking over to it, my reflection getting better the closer I got. 

Standing in front of it for a second I raise a brow. Watching the object move in the mirror as if it was with me, I blinked gently. 

"What is it?" 

I shake my head and turn to the door we came through. "it's just me, come on, we're going to get caught." 

They hesitate for a moment before they catch up and we head back to our dorms. Getting back to the dorms I sigh as I get into my bed. Furrowing my brows for a moment as I look at the ceiling. That mirror doesn't show the future or a truth, just what I want most. 

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The next couple of days came and went, and everyone was due back for the start of the term. Hermione, Ron, and Harry were in the Great Hall working on their studying when Longbottom came in with the leg-locker curse on him. Sighing gently I grabbed my wand and said the small countercurse to let him out. Going back to Harry and Ron as they were looking for Dumbledore's card. 

"Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945. For the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon blood and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicholas Flamel." 

"I knew the name sounded familiar, I read it on the train that day." 

Hermione gathered her things quickly whispering, "Follow me." 

Grabbing our things we followed her to the library. Sitting at a table she went to find a book. 

"I had you looking in the wrong section. How could I be so stupid? I checked this out weeks ago, for a bit of light reading." 

"This is light?" Ron asked which won him a glare from the bookworm. 

"Of course, here it is! Nicholas Flamel is the only known maker of the Sorcerer's Stone." 

"The what?" 

"Honestly, don't you two read?" Hermione asked. 

"The Sorcerer's Stone is a legendary substance with astonishing powers. It'll transform any metal into pure gold, and produces the Elixir of Life which will make the drinker immortal. The only stone currently in existence, belongs to Mr. Nicholas Flamel, the noted alchemist who last year celebrated his 665th birthday." I said. 

"That's what Fluffy's guarding on the 3rd floor. That's what's under the trap door, the Sorcerer's Stone." 

Putting our books away we made our way out to Hagrid's. We had some questions for him and he was the only one that could give them. Knocking on the door he opened it. 

"Oh, hello, sorry. Don't wish to be rude, but I'm in no fit state to entertain today." 

As he was closing the door, we spoke at once. "We know about the Sorcerer's Stone." 

He opened the door again, the only thing he spoke was a simple 'oh' Stepping inside we sat down in his living room as he sat next to the fireplace. 

"We think Snape's trying to steal it." 

"Snape? Blimey, you're not still about him, are you?" He asks. 

"These three think he's up to no good, but I don't think so." 

"We know he's after the stone, we just don't know why." 

"Snape is one of the teachers protecting the Stone, he's not about to steal it." 

"What?" 

"You heard, right. Come on, I'm a bit preoccupied today." 

"Wait a minute, one of the teachers?" 

"Of course! There are other things defending the Stone, aren't there? Spells, enchantments." 

"That's right. Waste of bloody time if you ask me. Ain't no one going to get past Fluffy. Ain't a soul knows how, except for me and Dumbledore." He pauses for a moment. "I shouldn't have told you that, I should not have told you that." 

Before we could question anymore, sounds of tapping were coming from the cauldron that was in the fireplace. He turns and pulls out what looked to be a rock, before noticing it was most likely a dragon egg. 

"Hagrid, what exactly is that?" 

"That? It's uh-" 

"I know what that is, but Hagrid, how did you get one? 

"I won it, from a stranger I met down at the pub. Seemed quite glad to be rid of it if you ask me." 

Staring at the egg as it moved on the table, before the shell broke off and a wing came out. 

"That's a Norwegian Ridgeback, my brother works with them in Romania." 

"Isn't he beautiful? Oh, bless him. Look he knows who his mommy is. Hello Norbert." 

"Norbert?" 

"Well, he's got to have a name now doesn't he?" 

The dragon hiccups and shoots a flame ball right at Hagrid's beard, igniting it. Getting it put out he furrows his brows. Following his gaze Malfoy is outside of the window. When he's spotted he runs off back towards the castle. 

Getting back inside we stumble upon McGonagall and Malfoy. Each of us earning 50 points from our houses, and all of us getting detention. Earning the night with Hagrid in the Dark Forest. 

"We aren't allowed in the Dark Forest, but here we are, spending detention in it. This makes no sense." Mumbling to myself I sigh gently as we follow Hagrid into the woods.