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Hermione and Bonnie came back the day before term started.

Hermione was torn between horror at the idea if me and Harry being out of bed in the dead of night, roaming the school for six nights in a row, and disappointment that we didn't find anything new on Nicolas Flamel.

We are still looking up Flamel, even though we've pretty much given up. Though we are still looking. Ron, Hermione, Bonnie and Amy have more time to look as Quidditch practice has started again.

Wood's been making us train harder than ever. If we win the next match against Hufflepuff, we will overtake Slytherin in the house championship for the first time in seven years.

During one particularly wet and muddy session, Wood gives us some very bad news.

He's just gotten very angry at Fred and George who are both dive-bombing each other and pretending to fall of their brooms.

"Will you stop messing around," Wood yells at them. "That's exactly what going to lose us the match! Snape's refereeing this time and he'll be looking for any excuse to knock points off Gryffindor!"

At these words, George actually falls off his broom.

"Snape's refereeing?" He splutters with a mouthful of mud. "When has Snape ever refereed a game of Quidditch?"

"Yeah! He isn't going to be fair if we might take over Slytherin. And plus, where's Madam Hooch?" I say.

The rest if the team lands next to George and I too complain.

"It's not my fault," Wood says. "But we've just got to play a clean game so Snape hasn't got a reason to pick on us. And Sarah, please try and catch the snitch early."

Alright. That shouldn't be too hard.

"Okay," I say and I playfully salute.

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After practice, the rest of the team hang back to chat as usual, but Harry and I run back up to the castle.

When we get to the common room, we find Hermione and Ron playing chess with Amy and Bonnie watching.

I go straight over to tell them the bad news.

"Snape's refereeing?" Bonnie asks.

"Don't play," Amy says.

"Pretend you're ill."

"Pretend to break you leg," Hermione suggests.

"Really break your leg," Ron adds.

"I can't," I say. "There isn't a reserve Seeker. There is a reserve Chaser though, but if I don't play, Gryffindor can't play at all and we'll lose the cup."

At this moment, Neville topples into the common room.

How he managed to do so is anyone's guess, because his legs are stuck together with the leg-locker curse.

Everyone is laughing except for Hermione and me and we go and lift the curse.

"What happened?" I ask, helping him to his feet

"Malfoy," he says shakily. "I met him outside the library and he said he wanted someone to practice that on."

"Go to Professor McGonagall," I say. "Report him!"

Neville shakes his head.

"You've got to stand up to him Neville. You're worth twelve of him," Ron says.

"Here," Harry says, pulling a chocolate frog from his pocket. "Have this."

Neville takes the frog and eats it.

"Thanks Harry...I think I'll go to bed...do you want the card, you collect them right?"

"It's only seven o'clock-I've got detention with Quirrell!" I say as I jump up(scaring Snow who sat on my lap) and run out of the common room for the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

I run to the door and I am about to knock when I hear voices inside.

As I am naturally curious, I listen in.

"My Lord, Dumbledore will be at the match, I cannot harm the Potter twins there," I hear Quirrell say, not stuttering.

"You failed knocking them off their brooms, Quirrell," A high, cold voice says.

"I-I'm s-sorry, My Lord," Quirrell actually stutters.

"Don't let it happen again. And you can call me Voldemort, Quirrell."

I gasp. Voldemort? Quirrell?

"Now, we must find a way to kill Harry and Sarah Potter, and we will find a way past that three headed dog, then the stone will be easy to get."

"But, My-Voldemort, there are other obstacles. I had to make one myself, remember?"

"Yes, yes, I remember."

I knock, I don't want to hear anymore. I've heard enough. Quirrell is trying to kill me, he is working with Voldemort and there is some 'stone'.

"C-come in," Quirrell fake stutters.

I walk in the classroom to the usual smell of garlic.

"S-sit down, Miss P-P-Potter. You'll b-be writing l-lines. Just copy what I-I've written."

I sit down and copy the lines:
'I must not run in the corridors'.

After an hour of writing, I am able to go.

I want to leave for two reasons: 1. I want to leave the garlic smelling room, and 2. I want to leave Quirrell, the man who is trying to kill me.

I run as fast as I can back to Gryffindor tower.

I decide not to tell Harry, Ron, Hermione, Bonnie or Amy about Quirrell, I don't want to scare them.

"Sarah! Your back. How was detention?" Harry asks.

"What?" I say, startled.

"How was detention?" He asks again.

"Oh, fine," I say quickly.

They look at me weirdly.

Am I that obvious?

"Anyway, Sarah, we found out what Snape's trying to steal-the Philosophers Stone!" Hermione says, "Here, read," She says, passing me a massive book.

On the page that is open I read:

The ancient study of alchemy is concerned with making the Philosophers 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.
There have been many reports of the Philosophers Stone over the centuries, but the only Stone currently in existence belongs to Mr Nicolas Flamel, the noted alchemist and opera-lover. Mr Flamel, who celebrated his six hundred and sixty-fifth birthday last year, enjoys a quiet life in Devon with his wife Perenelle(six hundred and fifty-eight).

The Philosophers Stone?

So that must be what Voldemort is after.

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The next morning in Defence Against the Dark Arts, we're copying down different ways of healing werewolf bites, where Harry and Ron are whispering about the Philosophers Stone and being perfectly kind to Quirrell.

Grr. If only they knew that he is trying to kill harry and I, but I don't want to tell them.

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The match is here.

I am prepared.

I know I don't have to worry about Snape. I'll show him that Gryffindor can win the cup.

"The whole school's out there," Fred says peering out of the door. "Even-blimey-Dumbledore's there too!"

Phew! Now Quirrell can't possibly hurt me, and Snape won't be able to do anything too drastic to make sure we don't win the cup.

I pick up my Nimbus 2000 and march onto the field with the rest of the team.

3-2-1-we take off!

I immediately start circling the field for the Snitch.

I see it!

I go into a spectacular dive after it, which draws loud cheers from the stands.

I don't worry about the Hufflepuff Seeker who must have already seen me.

I speed right at Snape as the Snitch is right behind him.

I streak right pass him, only just not hitting him and close my hand around the Snitch.

I pull out of the dive and thrust my hand in the air.

This has to be a record! The fastest catch!

I get off my broom as the team comes over and lifts me onto their shoulders.

The Gryffindors start coming onto the pitch. I get lots if 'well done's, high-fives, hugs, cheers and even another small kiss on the cheek from Seamus.

I am so happy.

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The common room explodes into cheers as I enter.

I get even more compliments on my actions on the Quidditch field.

Soon enough I see Harry, Ron and Hermione come through the portrait hole and beckon me over.

I go over to them; Bonnie and Amy follow me.

"Sarah," Harry says. "Come, I have something important to tell you."

We follow Harry, Ron and Hermione out of the portrait hole and into a small, empty classroom.

"What?" I ask.

"Guess what? I overheard Quirrell talking to Snape about the Stone. Not directly, but he asked how to get last Fluffy. Snape's definitely after the Stone."

No he's not.

"You must have heard wrong, it isn't Snape," I say.

"Of course it is Sarah. The other day you were so sure it was Snape, now you think differently? Well, everything points to Snape. It-is-Snape."

Nope.

I don't say anything to that.

"Let's go," I say instead.