A Blue Raven [1] // Harry Potter // Draco Malfoy

Sleepwalking

CHAPTER TWELVE: Sleepwalking

Walking to the Library with Drizella weaving through the students, Adrian ambled next to me going on about how he was excited for another year of magical ruins.

"Why do you even take Magical Ruins?" I asked.
He nodded," Fair question, I want to be a translator."
"Right," I replied uncertainly.
He looked down at me," What about you Curly, what do you want?"
I shrugged my shoulders," Not sure yet, maybe something with Animals or maybe potions."
We stopped outside the large oak doors to the library, the gold sign stamped in the stone about the curve of the door frame.
"I could see that." He nodded, his eyes followed behind me to the Weasley Twins," I hope you try out for the team next year - we could use from fresh blood."
"Aye, when it gets warmer – I'm gonna start running with Driz."
He nodded," That's a good start – after what happened in September we know you're a  confident flier."
We stopped outside the library door," Thank you for the tips."
He shrugged," Anyone can tell you how only you can motivate yourself to do it."

Pushing through the door as Adrian walked away, Drizella walked in front of me leading the way to Hermione – who said she'd help me with my History of Magic essay.
"This is light?" I heard Ron ask.
Joining them at the table, I sat next to Hermione – my hand stretching behind Drizella's ear with her head on my knee.

Opening the book on a marked page, skim reading the pages she had bookmarked. Shrugging, I pulled out the half-finished essay and the textbook.
"That's it!" She shouted just as my quill touched the paper, "Nicolas Flamel is the only known maker of the Philosophers Stone."
She looked at the three of us like we know what she's on about.
"The what?" the three of us chorused.
She gave us a look, "Honestly, don't you three read?"
"Very much so, but not the books you read." I smiled and she shakes her head," Nicolas Flamel? He's on a chocolate frog card, isn't he?"
"He shares one with Dumbledore – Harry read out Dumbledore's card during Study Hall. The Philosopher's Stone is a legendary substance with astonishing powers. It will turn any metal into pure gold and produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker immortal."

"Immortal?" Ron said astonished
Hermione looked up from the book, "It means you'll never die."
Ron looked slightly angry, "I know what it means!"
"Shut up!" Harry and I whispered at him
I rolled my eyes at him, "Even for Gryffindor's you two are the stereotype of what's wrong with that house."
Ron looked offended, "You can't say that."
"I can, and I did," I stated
Hermione looked at the two of us, "Can you two stops bickering? Anyways, only Stone currently in existence belongs to Mr Nicholas Flamel, the noted alchemist, who last year celebrated his 665th birthday!" Hermione finished.
"That's what Fluffy's guarding on the 3rd floor. That's what's under the trapdoor The Philosopher's Stone!" Harry said looking at us all.
I shrugged, "It could be something else."
"Like?" Ron asked," Come on, show us your Ravenclaw intelligence."
Looking in thought my mind went to my dream on the train," A large chessboard."
"Now that's just bloody stupid." Ron sneered.
I looked at him, my playful mood diminished, "And that was just bloody mean."
"Oh if you see your brother, he might need a counter curse for a leg-locker curse." Ron smirked," Malfoy cornered him whilst you were at running around."

The bell went signalling next lesson, which was Potions.
Blaise jogged up next to me," So what are you and your gryffindork friends up to?"
"First of, we ain't friends – more acquaintances, well apart from Hermione, she's my friend." I stated as we turned the corner," and second, I have no idea."
"Fair enough, Potter is off his rocker if you ask me."
I nodded," He does seem the type. Oh, Also could you tell your buddy Malfoy to stop bullying my brother, it would be most appreciated."
"I'll have a word, can't promise anything."
I nodded," Thank you."
Hadleigh leant on the wall outside, holding her books in her arms. Taking our seats; the dungeon bat strutted in with his cape flowing behind him, hitting me in the face.
Glaring at the back of his head, he shouted our names out then collect homework.
"Celyn Longbottom." He called now looking up.
Taking the parchment, I placed it on his desk – my name written in navy ink.
"I expected nothing less." He said not looking up.
I looked from side to side," That a good thing?"
"Neville Longbottom?" He looked up," Who am I kidding, cause you don't have it."
He stood up, "Actually."
Placing his parchment on the desk, Professor Snape looked up at him," One point to Gryffindor."
Sitting back down, Neville hit his elbow and I hit his back.