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"Y/N?" I perked up to the owner of the voice, and it was Draco.

"Yeah? What is Draco?" I beamed and closed my book.

I am currently at the library, reading the books that I own. I like the stories, the stories of Gods, and I even have a story of the King of Hell.

"What are you reading?" He sat down in front of me.

"Just some books that I own, it's great! It's about the Gods! And also, this book is about the King or the Lord of Hell. Pretty amazing." I grinned and showed him my books.

"But it doesn't say anything." Wait; what?

"That's weird? I thought everyone could read it."

I mean, yeah, no one can read it except for me, but why does Knight can read it then?

"What do you mean by that? All I can see is a blank book." He said as he checked the book out.

"Then... How about these books?" I took my other books of spells and showed it to him.

He raised his eyebrows, "still can't see anything, where you got these anyway?"

"Oh, um, grandpa told me that my parents gave me those books, even my wand." I shrug.

"Wait, you're saying that you even got your wand from them? Didn't you get it from Ollivanders?" He gave me a confused look; I shook my head no.

"That's very strange, can I perhaps see your wand?" He asked.

I slowly nodded and took my wand out from my robes; I placed it in the table.

He took his hand out and about to touch it, but I grabbed his handfast and squeezed it.

"Don't touch it; I don't want you to get hurt. This wand has hurt many people every time they touch it." I said as both of us stare at each other eyes.

"Are you saying that this wand has hurt a lot of people by just touching it? How?"

"It can give you electricity shock, or it can wound your hand, many things yeah. Grandpa Ollie told me that this wand is very mysterious and dangerous. I don't know if he already saw it or tested it, I don't know." I sighed and placed my wand back inside my robes.

"Oh, never heard a wand hurting people whenever they get touched." he crossed his arms, "Is your wand maybe cursed?"

"If my wand is cursed, why would my parents leave it to me then?" "Also, your books, it's weird that you're the one who can read it."

"Not anymore, Ken can see it too." his eyes narrowed "And who is this Ken person."

"It's Knight? The boys call her that."

"Her? Do you really believe that genderless is a girl? How can you be sure? What if that genderless is actually a boy and just pretending to be a girl." he pressed his words every time he says genderless.

"Stop being mean to her, and she's one of the people who can understand me. One of the people who I can talk to Draco, what did she do to make you hate her so much or despite her." I glared at him and crossed my arms.

"It's just she's so close to you! Like that Potter, mud blood and blood traitor!" He stood up from his seat.

"How dare you call Ron and Hermione like that!" I slammed my fits to the table.

"SSHH!" Auntie Irma shushed us.

"Sorry," I mumbled and looked down. I stood up from my chair and ran out of the library.

That git! How dare him to call my friends like that, genderless? Mudblood and Blood traitor?! Who does he think he is?!

I bumped into someone and fell to my arse, I looked up, and it was Cedric. "Hey, sorry about that I didn't mean it. I wasn't looking." he helped me get up from the ground.

"It's fine; I was the one who wasn't paying attention." I said and fixed my skirt and robes, "Are you alright? You seem to be annoyed."

"Yes, I am, and it's all because of Draco." I bit my lips.

"What did he do this time?" He placed his hands on my shoulder.

"He was being a jerk! I don't get it! He would be so nice to me and then so mean all of a sudden, especially to my friends."

"That kid has to sort out his problems." He shook his head.

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"I noticed something, Draco has been very terrible towards you lately," Easton said as he eats his dinner.

"Did you and one of your admirer fought?" Ben took another piece of chicken.

"What? And yes, we fought; he was so mean or more like being rude."

"How?" Henry raised his eyebrows.

"He called Ron as a blood traitor, called Hermione a mudblood, and he called Kayden genderless." I sighed.

"Well, I am a girl, but since dad's genes are more dominant than my mom's genes. So I look like a guy more, just like my dad." Kayden said as she finished her food.

"A girl? I thought you were a boy?"

"Oh gosh, I don't even want to deal with this anymore."

"Me neither, it's pissing me off."

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One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself coated in miscellaneous talons of snow.

The lake was frozen solid, and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban.

The few owls that survived the battle their way through the stormy sky to deliver mail had to be nursed back to health by Hagrid before they could fly off again.

No one could wait for the holidays to start. The Slytherin common room was lightened up by the fire, and it is freezing at the dungeon at the moment. The students were given extra blankets to sleep at night.

While the Gryffindor common room and the Great Hall had roaring fires, the drafty corridors had become icy, and a bitter wind rattled the windows in the classrooms.

Worst of all were Professor Snape's classes down in the dungeons, where their breath rose in a mist before them, and they kept as close as possible to their hot cauldrons.

"I do feel so sorry," said Draco Malfoy, one Potions class, "for all those people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they're not wanted at home. "

He was looking over at Harry as he spoke. Crabbe and Goyle chuckled.

Harry, who was measuring out the powdered spine of lionfish, ignored them.

It was true that Harry wasn't going back to Privet Drive for Christmas. Professor McGonagall had come around the week before, making a list of students who would be staying for the holidays, and Harry had signed up at once.

He didn't feel sorry for himself at all; this would probably be the best Christmas he'd ever had. Ron and his brothers were staying, too, because Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were going to Romania to visit Charlie.

And also you, because Hogwarts is your home and that means you can have fun with him.

"Well, I am staying here in Hogwarts. After all, this place is my home. And Harry, I hope we do lots of fun this upcoming holiday." you smiled towards Harry.

When they left the dungeons at the end of Potions, they found a large fir tree blocking the corridor ahead.

Two enormous feet sticking out at the bottom and a loud puffing sound told them that Hagrid was behind it.

"Hi, Hagrid, want any help?" Ron asked, sticking his head through the branches.

"Nah, I'm all right, thanks, Ron. "

"Would you mind moving out of the way?" came Malfoy's cold drawl from behind them.

"Are you trying to earn some extra money, Weasley? Hoping to be gamekeeper yourself when you leave Hogwarts, I suppose -- that hut of Hagrid's must seem like a palace compared to what your family's used to. "

This made you really angry, why does he have to act like that towards to other people.

"Draco, that's enough-" but Ron dived at Malfoy just as Snape came up the stairs.

"WEASLEY!"

Ron let go of the front of Malfoy's robes.

"He was provoked, Professor Snape," You said, and glared at the blonde platinum hair boy. "Malfoy was insulted his family."

"Be that as it may, fighting is against Hogwarts rules, Y/N," said Snape silkily.

"Five points from Gryffindor, Weasley, and be grateful it isn't more. Move along, all of you. "

"What?! But uncle!"

"No buts Y/N, "

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle pushed roughly past the tree, scattering needles everywhere and smirking.

"I'll get him," said Ron, grinding his teeth at Malfoy's back, "one of these days, I'll get him--"

"I hate them both," said Harry,

"Malfoy and Snape. No offense, Y/N, but your uncle is pushing my limits."

"Come on, cheer up, it's nearly Christmas," You said.

"Say yeh what, come with me an' see the Great Hall, looks a treat," Hagrid spoke.

So the four of them followed Hagrid and his tree off to the Great Hall, where Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were busy with the Christmas decorations.

"Ah, Hagrid, the last tree -- put it in the far corner, would you?"

The hall looked spectacular. Festoons of holly and mistletoe hung all around the walls, and no less than twelve towering Christmas trees stood around the room, some sparkling with tiny icicles, some glittering with hundreds of candles.

"How many days you got left until yer holidays?" Hagrid asked.

"Just one," You said.

"And that reminds me -- Harry, Ron, Y/N; we've got half an hour before lunch, we should be in the library," says Hermione.

"Oh yeah, you're right," said Ron, tearing his eyes away from Professor Flitwick, who had golden bubbles blossoming out of his wand and was trailing them over the branches of the new tree.

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"The library?" said Hagrid, following them out of the hall. "Just before the holidays? Bit keen, aren't yeh?"

"Oh, we're not working," Harry told him brightly.

"Ever since you mentioned Nicolas Flamel, we've been trying to find out who he is."

"You what ?" Hagrid looked shocked. "Listen here -- I've said yeh -- drop it. It's nothin' to you what that dog's guardin'. "

"We just want to know who Nicolas Flamel is, that's all," said Hermione.

Hagrid looked towards you, "Dont tell me you are part of this, Y/N."

"I guess I am part of this..." You nervously chuckled.

"Unless you'd like to tell us and save us the trouble?" Harry added.

"We must've been through hundreds of books already, and we can't find him anywhere -- just give us a hint -- I know I've read his name somewhere."

"I'm sayin' nothin', said Hagrid flatly.

"Just have to find out for ourselves, then," said Ron, and they left Hagrid looking disgruntled and hurried off to the library.

They had indeed been searching books for Flamel's name ever since Hagrid had let it slip, because how else were they going to find out what Snape was trying to steal?

The trouble was, it was tough to know where to begin, not knowing what Flamel might have done to get himself into a book.

He wasn't in Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century, or Notable Magical Names of Our Time; he was missing, too, from Important Modern Magical Discoveries, and A Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry.

And then, of course, there was the sheer size of the library; tens of thousands of books; thousands of shelves; hundreds of narrow rows.

Hermione took out a list of subjects and titles she had decided to search while Ron strode off down a row of books and started pulling them off the shelves at random.

You and Harry wandered over to the Restricted Section. He had been wondering for a while if Flamel wasn't somewhere in there.

Unfortunately, you needed a specially signed note from one of the teachers to look in any of the restricted books, and he knew he'd never get one.

These were the books containing powerful Dark Magic never taught at Hogwarts and only read by older students studying advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Unless you are Y/N, the only person who can read all the books and been sneaking in the classes of older students in the past.

"What are you looking for, boy?"

"Nothing," said Harry.

Madam Pince, the librarian, brandished a feather duster at him.

"You'd better get out, then. Go on -- out!"

"But auntie-"

"No, Y/N, out now!"

Wishing they'd been a bit quicker at thinking up some story, Harry and you left the library.

You and Harry, Ron, and Hermione had already agreed they'd better not ask Madam Pince where they could find Flamel.

They were sure she'd be able to tell them, but they couldn't risk Snape hearing what they were up to.

"Are you sure you don't know where it is?" Hermione asked while looking at you.

You shook your head "No, I don't remember, but I will still help."

"Thanks, Y/N," the three Gryffindors smiled at you.