Harry, Hermione, Ron and I are walking along a path with Hagrid, talking.

"Nonsense. Why would Snape put a curse on Harry's broom?" Hagrid grunted.

"Who knows. Why was he trying to get past that 3 headed dog on Halloween?" Harry said. Hagrid has a shocked expression on his face.

"Who told you about Fluffy?" He asked. Fluffy?! I stared him like he was a loony.

"Fluffy?" Ron grimaced.

"That thing has a name?! I exclaimed.

"Well, of course he's got a name. He's mine. I bought him off an Irish feller I met down at the pub last year. Then I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the-" He finally noticed what he was saying and immediately stopped himself.

"Yes?" Harry eagerly asked.

"Shouldn'ta said that. Don't ask any more questions. That's top secret, that is." He said sternly.

"But Hagrid, whatever Fluffy's guarding, Snape's trying to steal it!" Harry pleaded.

"Codswallop. Professor Snape is a Hogwarts teacher." Hagrid replied stubbornly.

"Hogwarts teacher or not. I know a curse when I see one. I've read all about them. You have to keep eye contact. And Snape wasn't blinking." Hermione explained.

"Agreed." I nod. Hagrid sighed.

"Now, you listen to me, all four of you. You're meddlin' in things that ought not to be meddled in. It's dangerous. What that dog is guarding is strictly between Professor Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel." He said. We gaped. Including himself. Hagrid is not the best secret keeper, I should remember that.

"Nicholas Flamel?" Harry repeated. Hagrid paled.

"I shouldn't said that. I should not have said that." He muttered to himself and left.

"Nicholas Flamel? Who's Nicholas Flamel?" Harry asked curiously. We looked at Hermione, hoping she knows the answer. But as we saw her face, she looked completely clueless.

"I don't know."

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It's Christmas Eve! I bolted up on my bed and quickly did my 'thing' on the bathroom. I dressed in a long lace sleeves white dress and ballet shoes. I brushed my hair and curled it and put a white ribbon. I wore my golden locket that my aunt gave me on my birthday. I grabbed Cheshire and went to the great hall.

When I opened the door, I noticed that I'm the only one who's not here yet. The surrondings are beautiful. Full of mistletoes, christmas lights and snow. I smiled sheepishly.

"Happy christmas...eve!" I quickly added. I saw some boys making googly eyes on me. I smiled at them and they blushed. I shook my head slightly and appeared beside with my bestfriends.

"Hi! Happy christmas eve!" I yelled. They jumped. I giggled. They stand up and we group hug.

"You look beautiful!" Hermione said. Harry and Ron nodded their head vigorously. I grinned.

"Thanks! And since you're going home today for christmas, I'm going to sing for you." I declared. I handed her my cat and took out my microphone out of my pocket and walked backwards and stopped at the middle of the hall but I'm still looking at her.

"Hit it!" I shouted and the music began to play.

I don't want a lot for Christmas

There is just one thing I need

I don't care about the presents

Underneath the Christmas tree

I just want you for my own

More than you could ever know

Make my wish come true

All I want for Christmas is you, yeah.

I don't want a lot for Christmas

There is just one thing I need

And I don't care about the presents

Underneath the Christmas tree

I don't need to hang my stocking

There upon the fireplace

Santa Claus won't make me happy

With a toy on Christmas Day

I just want you for my own

More than you could ever know

Make my wish come true

All I want for Christmas is you

You, baby

Oh, I won't ask for much this Christmas

I won't even wish for snow

And I'm just gonna keep on waiting

Underneath the mistletoe

I won't make a list and send it

To the North Pole for Saint Nick

I won't even stay awake to

Hear those magic reindeer click

'Cause I just want you here tonight

Holding on to me so tight

What more can I do?

Baby, all I want for Christmas is you

You, baby

Oh, all the lights are shining

So brightly everywhere

And the sound of children's

Laughter fills the air

And everyone is singing

I hear those sleigh bells ringing

Santa, won't you bring me the one I really need?

Won't you please bring my baby to me?

Oh, I don't want a lot for Christmas

This is all I'm asking for

I just want to see my baby

Standing right outside my door

Oh, I just want you for my own

More than you could ever know

Make my wish come true

Baby, all I want for Christmas is you

You, baby

All I want for Christmas is you, baby

All I want for Christmas is you, baby

All I want for Christmas is you, baby

All I want for Christmas is you, baby

I ended my song and opened my eyes. They applauded and I bowed.

"You like it?" I asked her.

"I love it, thanks!" She answered while hugging me.

Inside the great hall, students are leaving and ghosts are singing (Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, ring the Hogwarts bell. Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas...) I saw

Hermione approached the empty tables, wheeling a cart. She goes to Ron, Harry and I who are playing chess and me watching them.

"Hi, 'mione." I greeted. She smiled and nodded.

"Knight to E-5." Said Harry. A piece moved across the board. Ron thought for a moment, then,

"Queen to E-5." Ron said. A queen walks over to E-5 and clinks the knight away.

"Ooh..Brutal." I grimaced.

"That's totally barbaric!" Exclaimed hermione.

"That's wizard's chess. I see you've packed." Ron said.

"See you haven't." She retorted back.

"Change of plans. My parents decided to go to Romania to visit my brother, Charlie. He's studying dragons there!" He explained.

"Good. You can help Harry and Lucy, then. They're going to go the library for information on Nicholas Flamel." She said.

"We've looked a hundred times!" Ron whined.

"Not in the restricted section." She whispered. "Happy christmas!"

I hug her.

"Happy christmas, 'mione!" I waved. " Have fun!" She laughed and nodded.

"I think we've had a bad influence on her." Ron muttered.

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Third person's POV

X-mas morning. Hedwig is perched in the boys' room, and Harry is asleep in bed.

Ron: {calling from downstairs} Harry, Lucy, wake up! Come on Harry, Lucy wake up!

Lucy grumbled but obeyed and goes out from her dorm. She yawned and stretched.

Harry gets up and runs to a balcony overlooking the common room with Lucy, where Ron is standing next to a tree. He is wearing a sweater with an R on it.

Ron: Happy Christmas, Harry and Lucy!

Lucy & Harry: Happy Christmas, Ron! What are you wearing?

They sync perfectly.

Ron:Oh, Mum made it for me. Looks like you two have got one too!

Harry: I've got presents?

Ron: Yeah!

Harry: Oh! {Harry and Lucy runs down the stairs.}

Ron: There they are {Ron sits on a couch arm and eats jelly beans as Harry picks up a silver wrapped package. Harry takes out the card.}

Harry: "Your father left this in my possession before he died. It is time it was returned to you. Use it well."

Harry opens the present. It is a cloak.

Ron: What is it?

Harry: Some kind of...cloak.

Lucy: Well, let's see then. Put it on.

Harry puts the cloak on, and all of him disappears except for his head.

Ron and Lucy gasped.

Ron: Whoa!

Harry: My body's gone!

Ron & Lucy: I know what that is! That's an invisiblity cloak

Harry: I'm invisible??

Ron: {gets up} They're really rare. I wonder who gave it to you.

Harry: {comes over} There was no name. It just said, "Use it well."

Lucy: By the way, thanks for the bracelet, Harry and thanks for the sweetes, Ron!

Ron: Don't mention it, thank you for the Wizard's Chess! I have my own, at last!

Lucy smiled.

Harry: Yeah, and thanks for this snitch! Where'd you get it?

Lucy: Secret...

Late at night. A lantern and hand appear, but nothing else. The ensemble walk through the dark library and into the Restricted Section. The lamp is put down, and the cloak removed. Harry appears.

Harry: {Reading books} Famous fire eaters...15th Century Fiends...Flamel...Nicholas Flamel...where are you?

He picks up a book and open it. A man's face appears.

Man: AAAAAAH!

Harry slams the book shuts and puts it back.

Filchs voice: Who's there?! {Harry whips around, grabbing his cloak. The lamp falls and shatters.} I know you're in there. You can't hide. {Harry puts on his cloak and creeps around Filch.} Who is it? Show yourself!

Harry runs from the room, breathing heavily. He gets into the hall, where Mrs. Norris is. The cat meows and begins to follow him. Harry runs around a corner, just as Snape and Quirrell appear. Snape pushes Quirrell into the wall.

Quirrell: Severus...I-I thought...

Snape: You don't want me as your enemy, Quirrell.

Quirrell: W-what do y-you mean?

Snape: You know perfectly well what I mean. {Snape senses something. Harry stops breathing. Snape reaches out to grab something, but doesn't. He whips his finger back in front of Quirrell's face.} We'll have another chat soon...when you've had time to decide where your loyalties lie.

Filch appears, carrying the broken lamp.

Filch: Oh, Professors. I found this, in the Restricted Section. It's still hot. That means there's a student out of bed.

They all dart off. A door opens, and closes. On the other side, there is a vast, empty room that has a large mirror in the center. Harry appears and walks over to the mirror. In it, he sees two people appear.

Harry: Mum? {the woman nods and smiles} Dad? {nods and smiles. Harry reaches out to touch them, but only gets the mirror. Then, his mother puts her hand on his shoulder. He puts his own hand on his shoulder, as if trying to feel her there.

In the boys' room. Harry comes whipping in, invisible.

Harry: Ron! You've really got to see this! Ron! You've got to see this! {pulls back covers. Ron wakes up.} Ron, Ron, come on. Get out of bed!

Ron: Why?

Harry: There's something you've got to see. Now, come on!

Ron: What about, Lucy?

Harry: I'll tell her tomorrow. Come on! (I'll skip it!)

Another night. Harry is sitting in front of the mirror. Dumbledore appears behind him.

Dumbledore: Back again, Harry? {Harry turns around and stands up.} I see that you, like so many before you, have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised. I trust by now you realize what it does. Let me give you a clue. The happiest man on earth would look into the mirror and see only himself, exactly as he is.

Harry: So, then it shows us what we want? Whatever we want?

Dumbledore: Yes...and no. It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desires of our hearts. Now you, who have never known your family, you see them standing beside you. But remember this, Harry. This mirror gives us neither knowledge or truth. Men have wasted away in front of it, even gone mad. That is why tomorrow it will be moved to a new home, and I must ask you not to go looking for it again. It does not do to dwell on dreams, Harry, and forget to live. {Harry looks back at the mirror.}