Chapter 62.6- Doom Days

A wand appeared in Lachonis’ hand. So quickly that I couldn’t even tell where he had drawn it from. Mine fell from holster a second letter. I didn’t expect to be attacked. Not by this couple at least. They looked old and harmless but then wasn’t that the point of looks? To deceive? He slashed it over our heads, and I felt the weight of a ward fall down upon me. It had been so quick. I’d never even read about a ward being cast so quickly.

I looked at them, wary now.

“Calm down, Harry. You can trust us.” Pelleren said.

“I don’t even know who you are” I scoffed back. Trust? What did they think this was? What did they think I was?

“But you do. Just not the names we choose to go by now. Think about it, Harry Potter. Lachonis Mafell.” He said the name again as if it was supposed to mean something. I almost replied instantly, but then I stopped. He wouldn’t have said it if it didn’t mean something. An anagram. What anagrams could come from Lachonis? Cash Lion? Lachison? Slochain? Nicholas? Fuck. Nicholas. And Mafell? Flamel.

“Nicholas Flamel” I whispered in awe. He nodded while his wife broke into applause by his side. Pelleren. Of course, Perenelle.

“Sharp as Albus said”

“He also said you’d be dead”

“No. I do believe he told you I would be getting my affairs in order” He said.

Checking my memory revealed his account to be the correct one.

“You were there” I accused.

“Under a disillusionment charm. I wanted to meet you so desperately, Harry. Albus knew this and was able to leverage that to get my forgiveness for allowing my stone to be destroyed.”

“But what are you doing here now? Your destroyed stone should mean you have higher priorities” I asked.

“Well, we didn’t come to meet you. Meeting you was a happy accident in fact. You see, we had a deal with Julian, and Mr. Russo seems to intend to steal from us”

“What sort of deal?” I asked, more interested in this than I had been in anything all night.

“We would need you swear an unbreakable vow to never divulge this information to anyone”

“An unbreakable vow?” I scoffed. A vow that meant death if breached? Did they think I was stupid.

I pushed my chair backwards and was about to leave.

“You don’t want to know how the Philosopher’s stone was made?” Perenelle’s voice rang out.

“If you’re willing to tell me then I’m willing to wager that the knowledge would do me no good”

“Swear the vow to keep the secrets of what we tell you and we will give you full freedom to take three books of your choice from our collection.” Nicholas said next.

“You’ll add that to the vow? Swear one of your own?” I asked, and while they appeared hesitant, they both nodded.

“Just to clarify, this reward is only for hearing you out. I am not bound to help you with whatever this mess you’ve gotten yourself into is”

“Of course. But when you find out what the reward for that one is, I’m sure we will be able to reach an agreement.” Nicholas said confidently.