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"Flammel?" Draco asked. He, Harry and Blaise were in the library the next day, their half-finished Potions essays set aside for the moment. "Sounds familiar."

"Really?" Harry asked. "Cause we can't find him anywhere."

"It's like he doesn't even exist," Blaise said. "Hagrid said that Dumbledore knows him, though."

"He'd never tell us anything," Harry said.

"So you two haven't figured out anything," Draco pointed out.

"We have a name," harry said defensively.

"Well, while you were finding a name, I actually found something useful," Draco said.

"And what's that?" Harry asked.

"How to get past Cerberus," Draco said.

"Who?" Harry asked.

"Cerberus," Blaise said. "Of course. I should have recognized it."

"It took me a while to figure it out," Draco said. "I found a chapter about it in an old book my father sent me."

"What are you two on about?" Harry asked.

"The three-headed dog on the third floor," Blaise said. "It's a Cerberus."

"How's that help us?" Harry asked.

"Because I know how to get past it," Draco said. "Music puts it to sleep."

"Out like a light," Blaise said.

"At least we know Snape doesn't know that," Harry said. "He would've gotten past that thing on Halloween."

"So what do we do?" Blaise asked. "Hope Snape never figures it out, or go past the dog and get whatever it is ourselves?"

Draco crossed his arms and leaned against the table. "It's too easy," he said. "There has to be more than just the Cerberus protecting it. Or Dumbledore wouldn't have wanted it moved from Gringotts."

Harry groaned, moving his hand up to the scar of his forehead.

"You alright?" Draco asked.

"Fine," Harry said, dropping his hand and turning to look out the window. The smoke from Hagrid's hut caught his eye. "Dumbledore won't tell us anything, but maybe we can get Hagrid to talk to us again."


"I already told yer more'n I should have," Hagrid said, waving them inside the hut. He pulled a pot from a shelf and started boiling water on the stove. Harry, Draco and Blaise sat down at the wooden table in the middle of the room.

"We just wanted to ask if anything else is protecting whatever it is," Harry said carefully. "We think someone's trying to steal it."

"Believe me," Hagrid said, turning to face them. "No one's getting past Fluffy."

"The Cerberus?" Draco asked in disbelief. "You named it Fluffy?"

"Well o' course," Hagrid said.

"In any case, getting past the Cer—eh, Fluffy, is easy," Draco said. "We know all you have to do is play music. Is anything else guarding it?"

Hagrid pursed his lips, apparently unhappy that they had figured out that much. "No one's trying ter steal it," Hagrid said. "Who would try, anyway?"

"Snape," harry said without thinking, earning glares from Draco and Blaise. But Harry ignored them and continued. "We saw him come out of that door on Halloween. When the troll was in the dungeon."

"Professor Snape wouldn't be doin' that," Hagrid said. "He's one of the professors protecting the sto—" Hagrid cut off quickly, covering with a cough, but Harry wondered what he had been about to say.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Draco's eyebrows shoot up, and made a mental note to ask him about it later.

"How many people are protecting it?" Blaise asked.

"Enough that no one's gonna get them all," Hagrid said. "You three just stop worryin'."

"Yeah, alright, Hagrid," Draco said quickly, standing up before the tea was even ready. "We get it, thanks. We should get going."

Harry and Blaise followed Draco's lead, saying their good-byes and leaving.

"What was he about to say?" Harry hissed.

Draco shook his head waiting until they were on the bank of the lake, far out of earshot from the hut. "The stone," Draco said. "The stone. Flammel. I knew I recognized the name."

"I'm not following," Harry said.

"Nicholas Flammel is over six-hundred years old," Draco said.

"That's not possible," Harry said.

"Just listen," Draco said impatiently. "He's an alchemist. Six hundred and whatever years ago, he figured out how to live forever. It's not a permanent thing. He has to keep taking it. But it will keep him alive forever. It's called the Sorcerer's Stone."

Harry stared at Draco in disbelief. "You mean, that's what Fluffy's guarding?" Harry asked. "The Sorcerer's Stone."

"It makes sense," Draco said.

"And that's what Snape's trying to steal," Blaise said.

"But why would he risk getting killed by Fluffy just to get something that will keep him alive forever?" Harry asked. "Seems a bit stupid."

"Maybe it's not for him," Draco said slowly. Harry swore he saw fear in Draco's eyes when they met his again.

"For who, then?" Harry asked.

Draco hesitated, glancing around to make sure they were still alone. "Before The Dark—Sorry, You-Know-Who fell, Snape was a Death Eater," Draco said. "Father said Snape was in His inner circle. You-Know-Who's right-hand man."

For a moment, it was as if Harry couldn't breathe. His chest tightened and his throat clenched.

"You—you think," Harry started in a weak voice. "Snape's trying to get the stone. For Voldemort?"

"We have to tell someone," Blaise said.

"Who?" Draco asked. "Can't exactly go to our Head of House. And I don't know where Dumbledore's office is."

"McGonagall is like Dumbledore's second in command, right?" Harry asked. "If something happened to him, she would take over the school."


Unfortunately, the only thing they gathered from a conversation with McGonagall was a good lecture about why they shouldn't know what they know, and that Dumbledore was away. Left that day, actually, for something in London.

"If Dumbledore's away…" Draco's voice trailed off. They were standing in a alcove on the fourth floor, their voices quieting whenever they thought they heard footsteps.

"Then Snape will try again," Harry finished the thought for him.

"So we'll go down the trapdoor tonight," Draco said. Blaise nodded.

Harry was surprised not only that they were so willing to go along with the plan, but also that Draco had voiced the plan before Harry had had a chance to. But then, maybe that was just a Slytherin thing.


A/N: Sorry I didn't include the conversation with McGonagall. But I would've just been rewriting what's in the book and in the movie. No point to it. This story will be ending soon, but don't worry. I fully intend to continue this into the Chamber of Secrets, and further if I can stay concentrated on the project for that long. Now please, please leave me a review. I adore them so much, and it helps me to write more. I'd love to hear suggestions, feedback, comments, anything!