The Potter Twins and the Philospher's Stone [COMPLETED]

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Christmas was fast approaching. Hagrid dragged ten-foot tree after ten-foot tree into the hall as Professors Flitwick and McGonagall levitated decorations onto their branches.

One day, Hogwarts woke to discover the entire castle and grounds covered in snow. Quidditch practice became an occasion to wear about five thousand layers of clothing and ten pairs of gloves. Wood was unforgiving, pushing us through gruelling drills and flying exercises.

The Weasley twins were punished for bewitching a couple of snowballs so they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban.

Hermione and Harry in particular were spending endless hours in the library, trying to discover who he was and in turn what Fluffy was guarding.

I joined Harry, Hermione and Ron in the library one Friday evening after finishing a rather nasty essay from Professor Snape, which had been two feet long and taken me the entire afternoon and then two hours after dinner. Harry and Hermione had already finished theirs, smugly stating that they had done it the day it was set. Ron insisted he'd do it over the weekend, and Will was still completing it back in the common room. He'd assured me that he'd come to the library once he was done.

Harry was flicking through a shiny and new-looking book, muttering about having read Flamel's name somewhere before. Hermione had planted her elbows firmly on the table and looked so deep in thought that I assumed breaking her concentration would result in an unhappy night nursing a number of bruises. Ron stared into space, lips moving silently and looking abnormally vacant.

"What's up?" I collapsed into a chair, staring to the rows and rows of books, unwilling to get up and find one. "Mum's told us we're not going home for Christmas," Ron complained, totally unaware of how insensitive he was being until Hermione elbowed him hard in the ribs. "Ow! What was that for?" She elbowed him again. "Oh..."

Harry looked up from his book. "What?" Ron looked pointedly at Hermione. "Told you he wouldn't notice." I coughed loudly. "But he's also not the only Potter." Ron turned bright scarlet and Harry, still totally unaware of what was going on, grinned. "But he's obviously the best one." I snorted and waved him off. "No, bro."

"Anyway," Hermione said rather bossily, "has anyone found Nicholas Flamel yet? We've been looking for long enough." Harry, who had buried himself back into the book, looked up again. "Nope. Not a bean." Ron shook his head. "We must've checked every book in the place." I looked around, severely doubting that statement as I scanned the thousands of books.

"Will's coming in a minute," I yawned, placing my head on the table. "What's the point?" Ron moaned. "We're never going to find him, and Hermione's leaving next week for the Christmas holidays."

We all looked at her. "What?" she said defensively. "Let's just all keep looking."