Blair, Ron, and Hermione all waited for Harry to leave the Quidditch Arena. There was much for them to fill him in on, but first things first – When Blair spotted Harry heading towards them she darted right over and threw her arms around him tightly. "I'm so glad you're not dead!"

Harry chuckled lightly in agreement, "Same." He didn't admit it aloud but he thought for a minute there that he wasn't going to make it out of the Quidditch match without some sort of injury or worse. But when he was hanging off his broom he felt like someone was holding onto his hands to keep him there. It didn't take him long to figure out that his friends were behind it.

Blair removed her arms and took a step back to give Harry some room. "We know what happened with your fancy new broom."

Harry looked at them all in question and it was Hermione who elaborated,

"It was Snape. He was jinxing your broom." Hermione still couldn't believe that a Professor would go after a student like that. It was no secret that Snape seemed to carry some sort of disdain for Harry, as was shown in class, but to bring physical harm and possible death? It was almost inconceivable.

"The danger level around here is increasing, Harry. Snape must know you suspect him or else he wouldn't have tried to orchestrate your death." Blair was going to continue on, but Hermione picked up from there since they were on the same page,

"We're not capable enough to take care of this on our own, Harry. We need help." For Hermione to admit they needed help, that meant something.

Ron looked at Harry in question then turned the same expression towards the girls. "Who exactly do you intend to ask?" They hadn't gotten that far in their discussion about needing to tell someone about what was going on.

Blair's answer to this was simple, "The only other person at Hogwarts we know we can one hundred percently trust." That was a big thing for Blair to say – the only other person – because the three kids standing there with her she already trusted completely and just knew that was something which would never change.

Blair's answer led the four of them to speak with Hagrid and tell him everything. He was the one they knew they could trust with no question or hesitation and so they went straight to him. They walked with Hagrid around the school's grounds while they told him everything which was suspected of Snape. The Kids were convinced, Hagrid…not such much.

"Nonesense. Why would Snape put a curse on Harry's broom?" Hagrid thought their tale was an imaginative one for sure.

Harry was quick to respond. "Who knows? Why was he trying to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween?"

The Kids already had Hagrid's attention but as soon as the dog was mentioned, he gave it to them tenfold. "Who told you about Fluffy?"

Blair gasped a squeal of delight, "Their name is Fluffy?!" Yup, she officially loved that Puppy ten time more now.

"That thing has a name?" Hermione still did not understand Blair's fascination for the creature. She's swear that Blair would sneak it into their Dorm if it was at all possible.

"Of course they have a name," Hagrid instantly replied. "They're mine." He looked at Blair and saw how much she was beaming at the mention of Fluffy. "I best be careful or else this one will take them from me."

Blair grinned widely and with no shame. "If they go missing you know where to look first. Where did you get Fluffy anyway? For curiosity's sake." And not because she was hoping to get one of her own. Oh, no, not for that kind of reason at all.

Hagrid had a feeling she wasn't asking just because she was curious but answered her anyway. "I bought them off an Irish feller I met down at the pub last year. Then I lent them to Dumbledore to guard the…" Upon realizing his tongue was running away from him, he stopped there. "Oy, I shouldn't have said that." He pointed at the Kids, saying, "No more question, ye hear? No more questions. That's top secret."

Harry needed Hagrid to listen to them. "But Hagrid, whatever Fluffy's guarding, Snape is trying to steal it."

Hagrid had pretty well gotten their fill of imaginative tales. "Codswallop. Professor Snape is a Hogwarts Teacher."

"Hogwarts teacher or not, I know a spell when I see one." Hermione was quite adamant about that. "I've read all about them. You've got to keep eye contact and Snape wasn't blinking."

"Snape was up to something hinky, Hagrid, and it's only a matter of time before he tries something again." Blair didn't want to spend all her days there looking over her shoulder and waiting for something to happen again. She'd spent enough days like that in her own Reality and so didn't want to repeat it there.

Hagrid wasn't going to hear any more of this. "Now you listen to me, all four of you. You're meddling in things that ought not to be meddled in. It's dangerous. What that dog is guarding is strictly between Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel."

"Nicholas Flamel?" This was a name that Harry didn't recognize but it would be one to remember. If Nicholas Flamel had something to do with what was going on then they were most certainly important.

Hagrid couldn't believe he let his tongue run away form him again. "I shouldn't have said that. I should not have said that."

Blair grinned as she said in a sing-songy way, "But you did." She giggled as Hagrid walked off muttering to himself then addressed her comrades. "So, this Nicholas Flamel person? Anyone know who he is?" When they all answered 'no' in their very forms, Blair crossed her arms with a look of determination upon her face. "Well, we'll have to do something about that then won't we?"

Time seemed to fly by at Hogwarts. During the weeks after the first Quidditch Match of the season Blair attended her classes, practiced spells and potions and the like, searched at least a hundred times in the Library for any reference of a Nicholas Flamel, and had many unknown notations made about her.

Whenever Blair displayed anything out of the ordinary for a Witch her age, the Professor would all make note of is occurrence but never draw attention to it. Blair didn't know that this information was not only being compiled but also presented to Dumbledore who in turn would decide what to do next and when. It was a good thing Blair knew not of these developments or else she would have confronted Dumbledore head on about it and that likely wouldn't have ended well.

Christmastime was now upon them and since Blair's parents wanted her home for the holidays she jumped at the chance to spend it with them. Blair couldn't remember the last time she had holiday celebration with both her parents. Not that Blair's Alter didn't have them, because she did, but Blair herself in her own Reality hadn't had them in a very long time. The moments and memories to come would be ones she'd carry with her in any version of Reality.

Blair was all packed and ready to go but needed to say goodbye to Harry and Ron who were staying before she would go. She had already given Hermione her holiday wishes and present to Hermione – the present being a crocheted bookmark of Gryffindor House colors that Blair made herself. Now it was time to hand out the presents to the boys who she founding in the Dining Hall.

"Merry Christmas," Blair beamed as she handed them their presents. "Or Happy Christmas, whichever you prefer. Open them now since I won't be here on Christmas to see your faces." She hoped they liked them as much as Hermione claimed to love her bookmark.

"Thanks, Blair!" Ron paused his game of Wizard Chess with Harry long enough to open it. He opened the small package and removed the crocheted Gryffindor mittens that not only matched their House colors but had the emblem and everything.

"You don't have to wear them." Blair didn't want them to feel like they had to if they didn't want to.

"Of course I do." Ron smiled and pulled them onto his hands to find they were a perfect fit. "What did you get, Harry?"

Harry hadn't opened his present yet because he was not only surprised that she had given him one but felt because he hadn't gotten her anything. It wasn't until Ron asked what he received that he opened it up and took out the crocheted Golden Snitch. "I love it, Blair. Thank you. But I – I didn't get you anything."

"I don't give presents to get presents in return, silly." Blair realized that she was cutting her time a bit close so had to get out of there. "Now you two behave yourselves and don't think I don't know about you planning on going into the restricted area of the Library. If either of you get expelled while I'm gone I'm going to be so annoyed." She gestured to her eyes and pointed at the boys before going on her way, calling out as she went, "Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night!"

Ron rubbed his mittened hands together and laughed, "Will she ever stop being so odd?"

Harry held his present in hand and voiced the truthful thought that instantly came to his mind, "I hope not."

Christmas Day was upon them and Blair sat down in the living room of her family's cottage as presents were handed out. She made her mother a hat, scarf, and mitten set matching the House Harper had been sorted into when she was at Hogwarts and her father the same but with the school color and emblem of the Magic School he attended in the States. Blair was so happy to find her Alter was just as into crafts as Blair herself was despite not having the time to pursue it in her own Reality.

After Blair had opened the smaller of her presents, Jae presented her with the final one. He set the long package in front of her and watched anticipated amusement as she tore open the paper.

Blair couldn't figure out what the present was and even when she flipped open the lid she still wasn't certain. "What?" she laughed as she removed the broom from the box. At least she thought it was a broom. It certainly resembled a broom but the stick had a large portion in the center that was flat and wide enough to stand on. Suddenly the realization came upon her and she gasped, "No way! Is this what I think it is?"

Harper was also amused by Blair's reaction. "If you think it's a surfing broom then you are correct."

"A friend of mine in the States specializes in this type of broom. After all the times you've told us in your letters how you tried surfing on your broom we thought this might be something you'd enjoy." Jae knew they were right when Blair flew herself at them and laughed happily.

"I love it so much!" Blair squealed in delight and hugged her mother as well. "I can't wait to show this to my friends. They're either going to think it's ridiculous or awesome or ridiculously awesome." As weird as her surfing broom looked, she didn't care. It was epic and she loved it and couldn't wait to learn how to use the thing.

"Don't go flying too high until you get the hang of it. They're not as stable as other brooms, so pleas be careful." Jae didn't want Blair being too reckless with her excitement.

"I promise I will." Blair was about to start clearing up the wrapping paper when suddenly the open opened, an owl flew in, dropped a small package with a card attached into Blair's hands, and few right out again.

"Well that was unexpected." Jae got up from his seat and went to close the window. "Who's it from, hun?"

Blair opened the card first and read it aloud. "Happy Christmas. PS, we didn't make these." She smiled at the signatures on the card. "It's from Harry and Ron." She the card aside and opened the small package to find it was a deck of playing cards decorated with purple butterflies.

Harper was impressed by this little present because it included three of Blair's most favorite thing. "Playing cards, purple, and butterflies? Your friends know you well."

Blair looked at the cards with a happy smile upon her face. "Yeah, they do."

End Part 10