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  “I’d like to see your mom and dad,” Ron said eagerly.

  “And I want to see all your family, all the Weasleys, you’ll be able to show me your other brothers and everyone.”

  “You can see them any old time,” said Ron. “Just come round my house this summer. Anyway, maybe it only shows dead people. Shame about not finding Flamel, though. Have some bacon or something, why aren’t you eating anything?”

  Harry couldn’t eat. He had seen his parents and would be seeing them again tonight. He had almost forgotten about Flamel. It didn’t seem very important anymore. Who cared what the three headed dog was guarding? What did it matter if Snape stole it, really?

  “Are you all right?” said Ron. “You look odd.”

  What Harry feared most was that he might not be able to find the mirror room again. With Ron covered in the cloak, too, they had to walk much more slowly the next night. They tried retracing Harry’s route from the library, wandering around the dark passageways for nearly an hour.

  “I’m freezing,” said Ron. “Let’s forget it and go back.”

  “No!” Harry hissed. “I know it’s here somewhere.”

  They passed the ghost of a tall witch gliding in the opposite direction, but saw no one else. Just as Ron started moaning that his feet were dead with cold, Harry spotted the suit of armor.

  “It’s here—just here—yes!”

  They pushed the door open. Harry dropped the cloak from around his shoulders and ran to the mirror.

  There they were. His mother and father beamed at the sight of him.

  “See?” Harry whispered.

  “I can’t see anything.”

  “Look! Look at them all . . . there are loads of them. . . .”

  “I can only see you.”

  “Look in it properly, go on, stand where I am.”

  Harry stepped aside, but with Ron in front of the mirror, he couldn’t see his family anymore, just Ron in his paisley pajamas.

  Ron, though, was staring transfixed at his image.

  “Look at me!” he said.

  “Can you see all your family standing around you?”

  “No—I’m alone—but I’m different—I look older—and I’m head boy!”

  “What?”

  “I am—I’m wearing the badge like Bill used to—and I’m holding the house cup and the Quidditch cup—I’m Quidditch captain, too.”

  Ron tore his eyes away from this splendid sight to look excitedly at Harry.

  “Do you think this mirror shows the future?”

  “How can it? All my family are dead—let me have another look—”

  “You had it to yourself all last night, give me a bit more time.”

  “You’re only holding the Quidditch cup, what’s interesting about that? I want to see my parents.”

  “Don’t push me—”

  A sudden noise outside in the corridor put an end to their discussion. They hadn’t realized how loudly they had been talking.

  “Quick!”

  Ron threw the cloak back over them as the luminous eyes of Mrs. Norris came round the door. Ron and Harry stood quite still, both thinking the same thing—did the cloak work on cats? After what seemed an age, she turned and left.

  “This isn’t safe—she might have gone for Filch, I bet she heard us. Come on.”

  And Ron pulled Harry out of the room.

  The snow still hadn’t melted the next morning.

  “Want to play chess, Harry?” said Ron.

  “No.”

  “Why don’t we go down and visit Hagrid?”

  “No . . . you go . . .”

  “I know what you’re thinking about, Harry, that mirror. Don’t go back tonight.”

  “Why not?”

  “I dunno, I’ve just got a bad feeling about it—and anyway, you’ve had too many close shaves already. Filch, Snape, and Mrs. Norris are wandering around. So what if they can’t see you? What if they walk into you? What if you knock something over?”

  “You sound like Hermione.”

  “I’m serious, Harry, don’t go.”

  But Harry only had one thought in his head, which was to get back in front of the mirror, and Ron wasn’t going to stop him.

  That third night he found his way more quickly than before. He was walking so fast he knew he was making more noise than was wise, but he didn’t meet anyone.

  And there were his mother and father smiling at him again, and one of his grandfathers nodding happily. Harry sank down to sit on the floor in front of the mirror. There was nothing to stop him from staying here all night with his family. Nothing at all.

  Except—

  “So—back again, Harry?”

  Harry felt as though his insides had turned to ice. He looked behind him. Sitting on one of the desks by the wall was none other than Albus Dumbledore. Harry must have walked straight past him, so desperate to get to the mirror he hadn’t noticed him.

  “—I didn’t see you, sir.”

  “Strange how nearsighted being invisible can make you,” said Dumbledore, and Harry was relieved to see that he was smiling.

  “So,” said Dumbledore, slipping off the desk to sit on the floor with Harry, “you, like hundreds before you, have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised.”

  “I didn’t know it was called that, sir.”

  “But I expect you’ve realized by now what it does?”

  “It—well—it shows me my family—”

  “And it showed your friend Ron himself as head boy.”

  “How did you know—?”

  “I don’t need a cloak to become invisible,” said Dumbledore gently. “Now, can you think what the Mirror of Erised shows us all?”

  Harry shook his head.

  “Let me explain. The happiest man on earth would be able to use the Mirror of Erised like a normal mirror, that is, he would look into it and see himself exactly as he is. Does that help?”

  Harry thought. Then he said slowly, “It shows us what we want . . . whatever we want . . .”

  “Yes and no,” said Dumbledore quietly. “It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts. You, who have never known your family, see them standing around you. Ronald Weasley, who has always been overshadowed by his brothers, sees himself standing alone, the best of all of them. However, this mirror will give us neither knowledge or truth. Men have wasted away before it, entranced by what they have seen, or been driven mad, not knowing if what it shows is real or even possible.

  “The Mirror will be moved to a new home tomorrow, Harry, and I ask you not to go looking for it again. If you ever do run across it, you will now be prepared. It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that. Now, why don’t you put that admirable cloak back on and get off to bed?”

  Harry stood up.

  “Sir—Professor Dumbledore? Can I ask you something?”

  “Obviously, you’ve just done so,” Dumbledore smiled. “You may ask me one more thing, however.”

  “What do you see when you look in the mirror?”

  “I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks.”

  Harry stared.

  “One can never have enough socks,” said Dumbledore. “Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn’t get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.”

  It was only when he was back in bed that it struck Harry that Dumbledore might not have been quite truthful. But then, he thought, as he shoved Scabbers off his pillow, it had been quite a personal question.

  13. NICOLAS FLAMEL

  Dumbledore had convinced Harry not to go looking for the Mirror of Erised again, and for the rest of the Christmas holidays the Invisibility Cloak stayed folded at the bottom of his trunk. Harry wished he could forget what he’d seen in the mirror as easily, but he couldn’t. He started having nightmares. Over and over again he dreamed about his parents disappearing in a flash of green light, while a high voice cackled with laughter.


  “You see, Dumbledore was right, that mirror could drive you mad,” said Ron, when Harry told him about these dreams.

  Hermione, who came back the day before term started, took a different view of things. She was torn between horror at the idea of Harry being out of bed, roaming the school three nights in a row (“If Filch had caught you!”), and disappointment that he hadn’t at least found out who Nicolas Flamel was.

  They had almost given up hope of ever finding Flamel in a library book, even though Harry was still sure he’d read the name somewhere. Once term had started, they were back to skimming through books for ten minutes during their breaks. Harry had even less time than the other two, because Quidditch practice had started again.

  Wood was working the team harder than ever. Even the endless rain that had replaced the snow couldn’t dampen his spirits. The Weasleys complained that Wood was becoming a fanatic, but Harry was on Wood’s side. If they won their next match, against Hufflepuff, they would overtake Slytherin in the house championship for the first time in seven years. Quite apart from wanting to win, Harry found that he had fewer nightmares when he was tired out after training.

  Then, during one particularly wet and muddy practice session, Wood gave the team a bit of bad news. He’d just gotten very angry with the Weasleys, who kept dive bombing each other and pretending to fall off their brooms.

  “Will you stop messing around!” he yelled. “That’s exactly the sort of thing that’ll lose us the match! Snape’s refereeing this time, and he’ll be looking for any excuse to knock points off Gryffindor!”

  George Weasley really did fall off his broom at these words.

  “Snape’s refereeing?” he spluttered through a mouthful of mud. “When’s he ever refereed a Quidditch match? He’s not going to be fair if we might overtake Slytherin.”

  The rest of the team landed next to George to complain, too.

  “It’s not my fault,” said Wood. “We’ve just got to make sure we play a clean game, so Snape hasn’t got an excuse to pick on us.”

  Which was all very well, thought Harry, but he had another reason for not wanting Snape near him while he was playing Quidditch. . . .

  The rest of the team hung back to talk to one another as usual at the end of practice, but Harry headed straight back to the Gryffindor common room, where he found Ron and Hermione playing chess. Chess was the only thing Hermione ever lost at, something Harry and Ron thought was very good for her.

  “Don’t talk to me for a moment,” said Ron when Harry sat down next to him, “I need to concen—” He caught sight of Harry’s face. “What’s the matter with you? You look terrible.”

  Speaking quietly so that no one else would hear, Harry told the other two about Snape’s sudden, sinister desire to be a Quidditch referee.

  “Don’t play,” said Hermione at once.

  “Say you’re ill,” said Ron.

  “Pretend to break your leg,” Hermione suggested.

  “Really break your leg,” said Ron.

  “I can’t,” said Harry. “There isn’t a reserve Seeker. If I back out, Gryffindor can’t play at all.”

  At that moment Neville toppled into the common room. How he had managed to climb through the portrait hole was anyone’s guess, because his legs had been stuck together with what they recognized at once as the Leg Locker Curse. He must have had to bunny hop all the way up to Gryffindor tower.

  Everyone fell over laughing except Hermione, who leapt up and performed the countercurse. Neville’s legs sprang apart and he got to his feet, trembling. “What happened?” Hermione asked him, leading him over to sit with Harry and Ron.

  “Malfoy,” said Neville shakily. “I met him outside the library. He said he’d been looking for someone to practice that on.”

  “Go to Professor McGonagall!” Hermione urged Neville. “Report him!”

  Neville shook his head.

  “I don’t want more trouble,” he mumbled.

  “You’ve got to stand up to him, Neville!” said Ron. “He’s used to walking all over people, but that’s no reason to lie down in front of him and make it easier.”

  “There’s no need to tell me I’m not brave enough to be in Gryffindor, Malfoy’s already done that,” Neville choked out.

  Harry felt in the pocket of his robes and pulled out a Chocolate Frog, the very last one from the box Hermione had given him for Christmas. He gave it to Neville, who looked as though he might cry.

  “You’re worth twelve of Malfoy,” Harry said. “The Sorting Hat chose you for Gryffindor, didn’t it? And where’s Malfoy? In stinking Slytherin.”

  Neville’s lips twitched in a weak smile as he unwrapped the frog.

  “Thanks, Harry . . . I think I’ll go to bed. . . . D’you want the card, you collect them, don’t you?”

  As Neville walked away, Harry looked at the Famous Wizard card.

  “Dumbledore again,” he said, “He was the first one I ever—”

  He gasped. He stared at the back of the card. Then he looked up at Ron and Hermione.

  “I’ve found him!” he whispered. “I’ve found Flamel! I told you I’d read the name somewhere before, I read it on the train coming here—listen to this: ‘Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon’s blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel’!”

  Hermione jumped to her feet. She hadn’t looked so excited since they’d gotten back the marks for their very first piece of homework.

  “Stay there!” she said, and she sprinted up the stairs to the girls’ dormitories. Harry and Ron barely had time to exchange mystified looks before she was dashing back, an enormous old book in her arms.

  “I never thought to look in here!” she whispered excitedly. “I got this out of the library weeks ago for a bit of light reading.”

  “Light?” said Ron, but Hermione told him to be quiet until she’d looked something up, and started flicking frantically through the pages, muttering to herself.

  At last she found what she was looking for.

  “I knew it! I knew it!”

  “Are we allowed to speak yet?” said Ron grumpily. Hermione ignored him.

  “Nicolas Flamel,” she whispered dramatically, “is the only known maker of the Sorcerer’s Stone!”

  This didn’t have quite the effect she’d expected.

  “The what?” said Harry and Ron.

  “Oh, honestly, don’t you two read? Look—read that, there.”

  She pushed the book toward them, and Harry and Ron read:

  The ancient study of alchemy is concerned with making the Sorcerer’s Stone, a legendary substance with astonishing powers. The stone will transform any metal into pure gold. It also produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker immortal.

  There have been many reports of the Sorcerer’s Stone over the centuries, but the only Stone currently in existence belongs to Mr. Nicolas Flamel, the noted alchemist and opera lover. Mr. Flamel, who celebrated his six hundred and sixty fifth birthday last year, enjoys a quiet life in Devon with his wife, Perenelle (six hundred and fifty eight).

  “See?” said Hermione, when Harry and Ron had finished. “The dog must be guarding Flamel’s Sorcerer’s Stone! I bet he asked Dumbledore to keep it safe for him, because they’re friends and he knew someone was after it, that’s why he wanted the Stone moved out of Gringotts!”

  “A stone that makes gold and stops you from ever dying!” said Harry. “No wonder Snape’s after it! Anyone would want it.”

  “And no wonder we couldn’t find Flamel in that Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry,” said Ron. “He’s not exactly recent if he’s six hundred and sixty five, is he?”

  The next morning in Defense Against the Dark Arts, while copying down different ways of treating werewolf bites, Harry and Ron were still discussing what they’d do with a Sorcerer’s Stone if they had one. It wasn’t until Ron said he’d buy his own Quid
ditch team that Harry remembered about Snape and the coming match.

  “I’m going to play,” he told Ron and Hermione. “If I don’t, all the Slytherins will think I’m just too scared to face Snape. I’ll show them . . . it’ll really wipe the smiles off their faces if we win.”

  “Just as long as we’re not wiping you off the field,” said Hermione.

  As the match drew nearer, however, Harry became more and more nervous, whatever he told Ron and Hermione. The rest of the team wasn’t too calm, either. The idea of overtaking Slytherin in the house championship was wonderful, no one had done it for seven years, but would they be allowed to, with such a biased referee?

  Harry didn’t know whether he was imagining it or not, but he seemed to keep running into Snape wherever he went. At times, he even wondered whether Snape was following him, trying to catch him on his own. Potions lessons were turning into a sort of weekly torture, Snape was so horrible to Harry. Could Snape possibly know they’d found out about the Sorcerer’s Stone? Harry didn’t see how he could—yet he sometimes had the horrible feeling that Snape could read minds.

  Harry knew, when they wished him good luck outside the locker rooms the next afternoon, that Ron and Hermione were wondering whether they’d ever see him alive again. This wasn’t what you’d call comforting. Harry hardly heard a word of Wood’s pep talk as he pulled on his Quidditch robes and picked up his Nimbus Two Thousand.

  Ron and Hermione, meanwhile, had found a place in the stands next to Neville, who couldn’t understand why they looked so grim and worried, or why they had both brought their wands to the match. Little did Harry know that Ron and Hermione had been secretly practicing the Leg Locker Curse. They’d gotten the idea from Malfoy using it on Neville, and were ready to use it on Snape if he showed any sign of wanting to hurt Harry.

  “Now, don’t forget, it’s Locomotor Mortis,” Hermione muttered as Ron slipped his wand up his sleeve.

  “I know,” Ron snapped. “Don’t nag.”

  Back in the locker room, Wood had taken Harry aside.

  “Don’t want to pressure you, Potter, but if we ever need an early capture of the Snitch it’s now. Finish the game before Snape can favor Hufflepuff too much.”

 

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