Something to Fight For

Nine

Year 1

The Philosophers Stone

We were all in The Great Hall studying. I was just taking some notes for my Potions class and Hermione was reading about advanced spells while Harry and Ron are looking through cards.

"Look at you playing with your cards, pathetic. We've got final exams coming up soon." Hermione scolds Ron.

"I'm ready. Ask me any question." he challenges.

"All right, what's the three most crucial ingredients in a Forgetfulness Potion?"

"I forgot."

"And what do you plan to do if this comes up on the final exam?" She scoffs.

"Copy off you." he grumbled.

"No, you won't. Besides, according to Professor McGonagall, we're to be given special quills bewitched with an anti-cheating spell."

"That's insulting! It's as if they don't trust us!" he shouts. "Dumbledore again." he threw another card on the table. Everyone's attention soon goes to a hopping Neville. "Leg-Locker Curse?" Ron questions. I look at Hermione then back at Harry.

"Malfoy." Harry and I say in unison.

"You have got to start standing up to people, Neville." I scold as I grab my things and get up.

"Where are you going?" Harry asks.

"I'm going to find Malfoy." I said sharply. I walked out of The Great Hall and went to a random willow tree and slumped down to cool off.

"Everything alright?" a familiar voice asks. I look up and see Draco. I stand up and stare at him with so much anger.

"No! It's not! How could you be so cruel? A Leg-Locker Curse on Neville, really? They are my friends, Malfoy. You don't get to toy with them however you please for your entertainment. So if I were you, I'd back the hell off!" I snapped. His features softened and I turned and walked inside and went to the library to find any book to cool off again with but instead I heard Hermione.

"I had you looking in the wrong section. How could I be so stupid?" she began and slammed a huge book on the table I was sitting at. "I checked this out weeks ago for a bit of light reading."

"This is light?" Ron says looking at the book with huge eyes. She looked at him then flipped through pages until she found the right one.

"Of course! Here it is!" she began. "Nicholas Flamel is the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone.

"The what?" Harry and Ron ask in unison. 

She let out an annoyed sigh, "Honestly, don't you two read? The Philosopher's Stone is a legendary substance with astonishing powers. It'll transform any metal into pure gold, and produce the Elixir of Life which will make the drinker immortal."

"Immortal?" Ron says, confused.

"It means you'll never die." I interjected.

"I know what it means!" Ron said, starting to get loud but Harry was quick to 'Shh.' him.

"The only Stone currently in existence belongs to Mr. Nicholas Flamel, the noted alchemist who last year, celebrated his 665th birthday. That's what Fluffy is guarding on the third floor. That's what's under the trapdoor. The Philosopher's Stone."

"Who's Fluffy again?" I ask.

"The three-headed-dog." Ron says. I widen my eyes and we all made a plan.