Here's Chapter 19. Well here we are, I wish to thank everyone who reviewed, especially one Srienia thanks for the review and tips.
A Diabolic Waltz
Harry was on his knees, making sure that the soil for his new land is perfect. It was the day after he obtained it, and true to Professor Sprout's word, it did rain yesterday, causing the land to be a bit soggy with the part nearest to the Black Lake almost to a mud like state. He was in his own world as he continued to check on the soil, not noticing the people around him until he felt as if eyes were glaring at him. He turned around and saw a fellow first year, Gryffindor, who was standing there, fidgeting a bit. The Gryffindor had black hair that was cut shortly, and a pink tint on his cheeks from, what Harry assumed, embarrassment or nervousness. "Err… Potter." The Gryffindor said. "I know you barely know me, or even know me at all but my name is Neville Longbottom. I heard that you got a garden… and um… I've been wondering if um…" Neville stuttered and tripped over his words, moving his hands over each other in a nervous matter.
If you want to help me garden? Harry wrote.
"Yes exactly!" Neville said, looking a mixture of excitement and nervousness in his eyes.
Harry smiled at the Gryffindor and nodded, handing him a trowel before pointing towards a small bag of seeds. Neville understood what Harry wanted him to do and started getting to work, getting to his hands and knees like Harry was and started getting to work. They both were focus with their task, checking on the soil before digging small holes for the seeds with the trowel and planting the seeds before covering them up and watering them. Neville looked too nervous to speak as they worked, glancing up at Harry every now and then, trying to strike talk with the little Slytherin before biting his cheek and looking back down to his work. Harry was confused by this action. Doesn't he want to talk? Harry wondered as he continued to work. When he finished watering he quickly wrote Neville, is there anything the matter?
"What, oh no why would you think that?" Neville asked, still looking nervous.
It's because you keep on glancing at me with your eyes, and you're holding the trowel too tightly. You have a slight stutter in your speech and your cheeks are lightly blushed. Are you nervous? Harry wrote, looking serious.
"What, no nervous why would I be nervous?" Neville said, looking away from Harry.
Is it because I'm a Slytherin and you're a Gryffindor?
"No, of course not!" Neville said, still looking away, chuckling nervously.
Neville, its okay. You don't need to worry, just because I am a Slytherin and you are a Gryffindor, doesn't mean that we have to hate each other. Look, I know that some of your fellow Gryffindors did something very terrible to me, but I am not going to blame the Gryffindor House as a whole. Just the ones responsible for it. I will blame them and no one else; they are at fault not you. So you don't have to worry Neville, I want try to hurt you. In fact, I want to be friends. Harry wrote smiling as he gave the paper to Neville.
Neville read the passage and blushed giving a small smile and nodded, "I like to be friends also Harry." Harry returned the smile and nodded, taking the paper back from Neville. The two new friends continued to work, obvious to the world around them as they talked… well Harry wrote and Neville responded verbally but anyways, the two new friends continued to talk, obvious to the small group of Slytherins sneering at them from the door.
"Look at them, it's disgusting!" a sixth year Slytherin said.
"I know, to think the kid actually gotten that fucking garden." A second sixth year Slytherin said.
"He only got that because he's the Boy who won't Fucking died." The first Slytherin said. "I mean how the hell does some babe go and survive a Killing curse?"
"Maybe he's a new Dark Lord?" the second Slytherin said.
"As if, his parents are all bleeding Gryffindors. And look he's with a Gryffindor right now planting flowers oh all things, that does not sound like Dark Lord material." The first one said. "Maybe Dumbledore came in and saved the kid at the last second. Probably dropped him in some fancy castle."
"Or maybe," a snide voice said from behind them, "The business of the Brat is none of yours and thus does not need your opinion."
The two Slytherins turned to see a sneering Snape looking at them. "Professor Snape, we didn't know you were here." The first Slytherin said.
"Be that as that may Mr. Avery, your talk about the Brat is inappropriate. Five points from Slytherin, for each of you." Severus said. He strides towards Harry, ignoring the older Slytherin students. When he reached Harry he said, "What are you doing here Brat? Have Draco taught you no manners, to let your uniform get soiled so easily."
No, but I have to work on this Professor.
"Regardless Draco still should have taught you that spell. And you Longbottom, what are you doing here?" Severus asked looking from his Brat to Neville.
Neville stuttered and tripped over his words, flustered and scared under Snape's gaze. Harry saw this and quickly wrote, He is here helping me with the garden. He is my friend! Snape read this and raised one eyebrow staring at Harry's determined face.
That only made Snape's brow rise higher before he sighed "Very well. Annoying Brat." He muttered. He turned to Neville and said "Since you are Harry's friend, I shall warn you that any harm done to Harry by the Gryffindors will be entirely your fault. And do not be thinking that the worse you will get is detention with Filch, oh no I will deal with you personally." He sneered. He turned back to Harry and nodded goodbye before and heading back to the castle.
Harry smiled slightly as Severus returned to the castle, only turning back to see Neville looking very, very pale. Harry crooked his head in confusion and wrote What is the matter?
"S-Snape threatened me with s-something worse than detention with Filch!" Neville said.
Harry smiled and wrote That means he cares. Though it might because you're my friend.
"That is him caring?" Neville asked, still pale. He made an audible gulp and turned back to what he was doing, trying to forget everything about what just happened. Harry looked at him, still confused, but shrugged it off, returning to working on his garden once again. When they were done, Harry and Neville stood up, smiling at each other. Neville casted a Tempus and said "I should go. I had fun today Harry, thank you." He smiled.
Harry smiled back as he started to walk back towards the castle, smiling when he saw Draco walking towards him. "There you are, come on we need to go to the library." He said, grabbing Harry's hand and dragging him to the library.
When they reached the library, Draco and Harry walked towards a table in the back corner, where Daphne and Blaise were sitting. Harry looked at both of them before turning to Draco, What is this about? He wrote.
"It's about Nicholas Flamel." Draco said, "I've asked Blaise and Daphne and they heard about him too."
"It's true; Nicholas Flamel is a very famous philosopher as well as an alchemist." Daphne said. "It is said that he was born in 1327, and is still living today."
How is that possible? Harry wrote, confused.
"He made the elixir of life, the Philosopher's stone. I remember my mother brought a tutor to teach me everything about it." Blaise said, "Our grandfather was obsessed with Alchemy. She said that it was an insult to his memory if we don't know the same information." He explained. Harry nodded and motioned him to continue. "Well," Blaise said, "The Philosopher Stone is said to be able to make the elixir of life, a drink that will make the drinker immortal, at a cost though. The elixir must be continuously drunk, if you don't drink it you will die. Anyways, Nicholas Flamel is known for making this stone, and he and his wife are as I said, still alive today. Though I have no idea what they have to do with Hogwarts."
"Maybe… maybe our Headmaster made some kind of deal with him?" Daphne said, sounding uncertain.
But how would that involve Hagrid? Harry wrote.
"I don't know…" Blaise said. They were silent for a few moments thinking, before Blaise groaned and grabbed his hair, "Man this is tough!"
Harry was silent as he thought. He looked at his paper and thought as he grabbed his quill, writing Nicholas Flamel, Albus Dumbledore, and Hagrid in a triangular shape, with Flamel on top, Dumbledore in the left corner and Hagrid on the right. He drew lines connecting them, making the triangle shape and thought. He looked at the line connecting Dumbledore and Hagrid and wrote 'Fluffy'. He then looked at the line between Flamel and Dumbledore and wrote friends (?), favor. He stopped writing and kept on staring at the picture. What is missing? He wondered. The stone must be involved, I know it. He made a circle in the middle of the triangle, writing stone under it. What is the connection between Hagrid and Flamel? He wondered, growling in frustration. Draco looked at Harry and asked "What's wrong?"
The connection! I can't see the connection between Hagrid and Nicolas Flamel! Harry wrote furiously. Draco nodded and looked at Harry's picture, studying it. He kept on looking at it for moments in complete silence and concentration. Harry watched Draco's face and admire his older 'brother's' expressions. Then realization hit Draco, and he gently took Harry's quill, and wrote 'Protection' next to the line connecting Hagrid and Flamel. He then wrote 'Professors' under Hagrid. "I've got it." Draco said. "Hogwarts is protecting the Philosopher's Stone."
"How do you know?" Blaise asked.
"Harry's diagram, it draws it out perfectly." Draco said.
Daphne looked at it for a moment before saying "Dear Merlin you're right Draco! But why would the stone be here for protection?"
"Hogwarts is the safest place in Britain." Draco said.
"But why not Gringotts?" Daphne asked.
"Who knows, maybe he trusts Dumbledore." Blaise said.
Then we should also. As long as Dumbledore is here, the Stone is safe, right? Harry wrote.
"…Right." Draco hesitated.
And there is Fluffy! If anyone is trying to steal the stone, I'm sure that Fluffy will eat them. Harry wrote smiling.
"That must have happened at Halloween!" Blaise said. They looked at him confused and Blaise elaborated, "Remember the troll, someone must have sent that as a distraction so he could go steal it. And Professor's Snape limping makes that even more possible. He must have gone to the third floor to try to stop the thief. But unfortunately Fluffy got the thief first, and thought that Snape was helping him and took a bite out of his leg." Blaise said, grinning as if he was a genius.
"That… might actually be possible Blaise, good job." Daphne said. "The thief must have tried to steal it earlier this year, so it was sent to Dumbledore, with the thief trailing behind." She nodded.
"So, the thief is afraid of Dumbledore, and the troll was a way for Dumbledore to be distracted." Draco said. "As much as it irks me to say it, as long as Dumbledore is here, the stone is safe."
Why do you say it like that? Harry wrote.
"I'll tell you later Harry." Draco said. Harry nodded as they stood up to leave the library, oblivious to the glares they were getting from a table of Gryffindors, and a shadowed figure.
End of Chapter 19. Please review and have a good day. Oh, announcement, I am now on FictionPress, go check out my story, Stolen Friend, and leave a review if you want to, that would make me very happy. Well till then, have a good day!