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Chapter XVIII

7th September, 1991

Hogwarts
With no classes to hurry off to Saturday morning breakfast was much more relaxed. At the head table Dumbledore frowned as he saw Harry once more joining Neville Longbottom at the Hufflepuff table. True the Longbottom family was light but he had never been able to influence them to the extent he could some others. His frown grew as Malfoy joined Harry.
Joining Ravenclaw house had been a move worthy of any Slytherin and he was sure Malfoy senior was behind the decision. The Malfoy family had a proud tradition of placement in Slytherin house; it was inconceivable that such a family would go anywhere else. He had frankly expected Lucius to insist on a resorting. The lack of such a demand only confirmed for him that Draco’s placement was part of a greater plan. Clearly that plan revolved around Harry Potter, the likely intent being to influence him towards dark magic. The fact that Draco’s sorting came before Harry’s never occurred to the elderly wizard.
“I think that owl is heading towards you Harry,” Hermione said as one of the school owls neared the table.
Harry looked in the indicated direction just as the owl reached him, dropping a letter onto his plate before heading off to the owlery.
“Do you suppose it’s from Dumbledore?” Hermione asked.
“As Biggles would say, one way to find out,” Harry grinned as he opened the message. “It’s from Hagrid inviting me and my friends for tea this afternoon,” Harry told them. “Does this seem a bit odd to you Draco?” he asked, turning to the blond.
“I should say so,” Draco replied. “Are you planning to accept the invitation?”
Harry gave the matter some thought. He wasn’t certain how but he was sure the headmaster was somehow involved in the invitation. Perhaps it would be best to play along for now in order that he might discover the man’s ultimate goal. “I think I will, would the three of you like to come along?”
“I can’t,” Neville replied first. “I have a meeting with Professor Sprout to discuss a Herbology project.”
“I’ll go with you Harry,” Hermione brightly told her friend. She too was sure Dumbledore was involved somehow; there was no way she would let Harry deal with the man on his own.
Draco wasn’t sure what to do. He quite liked the idea of spending time with his friends but he knew from his father that Hagrid had a problem with drink. Quite frankly the man scared him silly. “I suppose I could accompany you,” he finally agreed, though he was clearly reluctant.
8th September, 1991

Mount Street Flat
A tapping at the window drew the attention of the men as they began their breakfast. Opening the window, Ginger let Hedwig into the flat.
“Certainly getting a workout aren’t you old girl?” Bertie addressed the owl, now relieved of the letter she had carried.
Hedwig hooted in agreement.
“Such devotion should be rewarded,” Bertie averred. Fixing the owl a breakfast appropriate for the creature he placed it before her as Ginger opened the letter.
Dear Grandfather and company,
Yesterday at breakfast I received a most surprising invitation. The groundskeeper, the large man we shared a cart with at Gringots, invited me to afternoon tea. I immediately suspected Dumbledore’s involvement. Feeling that it would be best to play along for the moment I accepted the invitation.
The afternoon saw me, accompanied by Hermione and Draco, arriving at Hagrid’s cabin. The tea got off to an uncomfortable start as Hagrid was clearly hostile towards my friend Draco. When I made to leave the man quickly apologized for his behaviour, explaining it away as a reaction to bad blood between him and Draco’s father. As Draco was willing to accept the apology we decided to stay.
I must warn you Grandfather, if Hagrid ever offers you any food politely decline. I nearly broke a tooth on the rock cake he offered. Luckily his very large dog Fang enjoys the cakes and we were all able to pass them to the dog when Hagrid wasn’t looking.
As we spoke I spotted a newspaper clipping regarding a robbery attempt at Gringot’s. This attempt occurred on the same day we visited the bank. The vault entered was luckily empty, having been emptied earlier that day by none other than Hagrid, though the article didn’t mention Hagrid it mentioned the vault number. I thought it quite curious that the man would have an article, several months old, lying about his home.
Spotting me looking at it Hagrid immediately moved to put it away. As I suspect it was the aim I asked about the article. A short conversation followed during which Hagrid let slip the name of Nicholas Flamel in connection with the vault. I suspect and both Hermione and Draco agree that this is somehow connected to the forbidden third floor corridor. With this in mind we asked some of the older Ravenclaws if they were familiar with Flamel. It turns out the man is quite famous in certain circles as the creator of an object which grants immortality, Flamel himself is well into his sixth century as is his wife. The object in question is referred to as the Philosophers Stone. You might ask Amelia to contact the man regarding his stone. I suspect that is the object Hagrid removed from the bank and is now hidden on the third floor of Hogwarts. Considering an attempted theft was already made upon the object I cannot imagine why the headmaster would choose to bring such a tempting item into a school full of children.

That is all the news I have at present.
Your affectionate grandson,

Harry
Ginger glanced at the clock. It wasn’t too early. Rising from the table he went into the front parlour, followed closely by the others. He threw a handful of floo powder into the fire. Placing his head in the fire he called out Amelia’s floo address.
The moment she saw Ginger’s head in the fireplace Amelia knew something was wrong. “Are the children alright?” she asked. She had grown quite fond of both her students over the years, nearly as fond as she felt towards her niece Susan.
“They’re fine Amelia,” Ginger quickly assured the woman. “I received a letter from Harry this morning which has us all quite concerned. Could you step through please?”
“Give me a moment,” Amelia replied. Gathering a dictaquill and parchment she was soon stepping into the floo. Placing the Mount Street flat on the floo network had quickly proven a good idea. “What did Harry say?” she inquired the moment she stepped into the flat.
“See for yourself,” Ginger said, handing her the letter.
Amelia frowned as she read the letter. “He wouldn’t,” she whispered.
“Wouldn’t what?” Biggles asked.
“There are those who believe that Voldemort isn’t truly gone, Dumbledore is one of these. I fear this belief has some connection to this object. If Harry is correct in his theory, the Philosophers Stone would be quite a temptation to a Dark Lord seeking to regain his power.”
“What would happen if Voldemort gained possession of the Stone?” Algy asked.
“It doesn’t bear thinking of,” Amelia shuddered. “He would become immortal. But surely Dumbledore wouldn’t risk such a thing.” She shook her head, astonished at her own statement. “Of course he would, the man thinks himself infallible. It would never occur to him that Voldemort might find the Stone and succeed in taking it for himself.”
“Is there anything you can do?” Ginger asked.
“I will contact Flamel to begin with,” Amelia replied. “We could be wrong about the Stone,” she pointed out. “My next move will depend upon what I learn from the man. Gentlemen thank you for bringing this to my attention please let Harry know I will look into it immediately.”
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