This is the sequel to Harry Potter and the Jade Heart (Year 5 at Hogwarts). You should probably read that first so you know what has happened thus far. It's not required. You can probably figure out what happened if you are that perceptive. Oh, just read my first story, will you? And review as well, please. ^_^

Disclaimer: You should know what's mine and what's Rowling's. If you don't, why are you even reading this?!

Harry Potter and the Stone Wand
Chapter 1
"Missing"

Harry Potter sat with his head back and eyes closed. Ron Weasley sat across from him happily munching on Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. "Eurgh!" he said, spitting a bean into his hand. "Tastes worse than real vomit." Harry looked at Ron and smiled. They hadn't talked at all over the summer except for at the very beginning when Harry sent Ron an owl asking him how he was. Ron didn't reply. Instead he just sent Harry a present on his birthday with a very cheerful card. Harry accepted that and decided Ron otherwise wanted to be left alone and didn't want to talk about what had happened at the end of last term.

Harry on the otherhand wanted to talk until his throat was dry, but he had no one to talk to. He could have talked to Sirius Black, his godfather, or Remus Lupin, one of his former teachers, but that was not the type of discussion he needed. He needed to talk to Cho Chang, the person he thought about all summer. She was in no condition to have a civil conversation with him though.

The summer had been a quiet torture for Harry. All he could do was dwell on that one night and wonder what was going on with three people whom he cared about deeply. Sirius and Lupin knew what had happened, and they tried to cheer Harry up, but at the same time they were busy preparing for what seemed to be an even bigger battle than Harry had anticipated. The stakes were now higher, and the enemy was more powerful.

"I wonder if they are going to appoint new prefects. You know, to replace the others," said Ron, picking out odd colored beans.

"I suppose they would," replied Harry.

"Wow. Who would have ever known you'd be a prefect?" Harry gave Ron a questioning look. "Well, it's between you, me, and Neville. You definitely have better grades than us." Harry just smiled, knowing that was true. "Remember during our first year when we found that mirror?" Harry nodded. "Remember how I was head boy and Quidditch captain? Well, looks like I saw your future." He looked down at his hands for a moment then gave Harry a profound look. "You know what? I bet if I looked into that mirror now, I would see something different."

"What would you see?" asked Harry, although he had a feeling what it would be.

Ron thought a moment. "I would see us, you know, when we first looked into the mirror, only I would see us just as we had been. Our first year before You-Know-Who came back to power, when we still had our friends." Ron paused. "What would you see? Would you still see your family?"

Harry smiled. "Yes. I probably would." He didn't add that he considered the Weasleys, Sirius, and Lupin as part of his family. Hermione and Cho would sooner kill him, but he still cared about them.

The Welcoming Feast was not as festive as it had been the previous years. Everyone looked upon the first years with great sympathy. They were all so naive and innocent, not knowing what laid before them. After the sorting they all talked and ate, and for a while everything seemed normal. When the plates had been cleared, Dumbledore stood up and spoke. "I want to welcome you all back to Hogwarts. A few reminders and announcements. The forbidden forest as always is off limits to all students. Students are not to enter Hogsmeade except for scheduled weekend visits and you must have permission. We have temporarily appointed new teachers. Professor Snape and Hagrid had to step down from teaching for the time being, but will return as soon as possible. Our new Care of Magical Creatures professor hasn't arrived yet, but everyone, please welcome Professor Parsons, your new Potions teacher." Everyone clapped halfheartedly. She looked a lot less severe than Snape, but she still looked like a Slytherin. "However, Professor Vector will be in charge of Slytherin house for the time being." The Slytherins did not look pleased at all by this news. "Classes start tomorrow. Hopefully our missing teacher will be here by then. All of you to bed!"

The Great Hall emptied at once. When Harry reached the Gryffindor common room, McGonnagall rounded up the entire house. "Attention, Gryffindors!" she said as they all gathered around. "First off I want to congratulate the newest prefects." The whole common room applauded. "And I need to appoint new sixth year prefects because under unfortunate circumstances all sixth year prefects will not be returning to Hogwarts. Therefore, it is my pleasure to announce Harry Potter and Parvati Patil as your newest prefects." They all applauded again. "Congratulations to the both of you. We would have informed you sooner, but we were hoping there wouldn't be a need to," she said very quietly and solemnly. Harry nodded in understandment. Parvati was completely oblivious as to what she meant.

McGonnagall left the tower and they all preceded to their rooms. Inside the sixth year boys' dormitory were five four-posters. Harry looked at Ron, who had the same surprised look on his face. They had assumed there would only be three. Dean's and Seamus' remained hauntingly abandoned. Harry and Ron tried to procede as normal for Neville's sake. It would be better if he didn't know what had happened. The whole school was informed that Dean had passed away, much the same way when Dumbledore had to inform them about Cedric Diggory's demise. Only with Dean, details of his death were not disclosed.

They all got dressed and went to bed. "Good night, Neville. Night, Ron."

"Good night, Harry."

"Good night."

Harry woke up the next morning well-rested having gone to bed so early. He put on his glasses and saw that Ron's bed was empty, but his school robes were still slung over his trunk. Harry looked around and saw the drapes on Dean's bed closed. He carefully opened them up and saw Ron peacefully curled up beneath the covers.