Note: I do not own anything in this story that may come from or has a likeness to the movies and/or books. I also do not own any of the characters except for my own (I.e. Crystal, her sister Melody, and their parents.) Enjoy and please comment with any changes (I'm open for improvements) and opinions. Thank you Destined Love.
Chapter 1
So many things ran through my head as I watched him leave the office. "I have to," He'd said, "It's the only way." My breath came in quick sharp gasps. I thought of all the times we'd spent together. I heard his voice whispering in my head, "I love you," over and over again; no it wouldn't end like this. I had to stop him. Curses flew over my head as I ran after him as fast as I could…
"Oh, I'm sorry," I said bumping into one of the other first years. He turned around, his green eyes sparkling with interest behind his black rimmed glasses. His jet black hair looked messy but had hints where he'd tried to tame it.
"That's okay," Harry Potter said, with a kind smile. I smiled in return, tucking a strand of my reddish blonde hair behind my ear. "No harm, no foul." I looked down at the floor as we headed into the Great Hall of Hogwarts. A school designed especially for witches and wizards to learn how to use magic. I felt privileged to be walking in that wonderful castle with Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, but didn't show it. Unlike many other students and even some teachers, I didn't like to gush on famous wizards. It just wasn't me. Many years ago, when he was just an infant, Harry's parents were murdered by a dark wizard named Lord Voldemort. He survived with only a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. Which is where his fame came in; he was the only wizard to survive the Killing Curse. We entered a big room with long tables lined up on either side. One of these tables sat at the front lined with older witches and wizards. The teachers were talking among themselves as a middle aged witch with brown hair stood in front of the table holding a wrinkled brown hat in one hand and what appeared to be a list in the other.
"Quiet down please," The woman said holding up the list. "My name is Professor McGonagall. As I call your name, I want you to come forward and I shall place the hat on your head which will determine which of the four houses you shall be placed in. The Houses are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherine." She then began to read from the list. "Crystal Martin,"
I grew nervous as I approached the small stool sitting next to McGonagall. I sat upon it not wanting to look into the eyes of my other classmates. This was the drill for all first years, once sorted we would remain in our house for the remainder years. Once a young witch or wizard turns eleven years old, he/she should receive a letter accepting them into the school and they would continue to learn until they turned seventeen. I hoped to be a great witch just like my mom. As soon as the hat touched my head, a voice whispered in my ear. "What a nice brain you have here. Hmmm a tough decision in deed," I looked around frantically before I realized the hat had come to life and was deciding where to put me. After a few moments of whispering, it finally shouted "GRYFFINDOR," the table nearest the group of first years waiting to be sorted burst into applause and cheers. I smiled as I jumped down from the stool and made my way to my House's table where I was greeted with many Welcomes and pats on the back. The sorting went on. Silence fell as Harry was called to the stool. The hat was placed on his messy black hair and after a few moments of Harry whispering "Not Slytherine, not Slytherine." The sorting hat finally placed him in Gryffindor. The table exploded with applause and screams; the other tables slouched in their seats, disappointed. My heart raced as he sat next to me, along with two other first years, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.
After the feast we were shown to our dormitories. Our house Prefect, Percy Weasley, Ron's older brother, showed us which way to go to get to the bedrooms. Girls were on the right and boys on the left. After a tour of the common room, I sat on the couch standing in front of an elegant fireplace and pulled out my wand. I twirled it in my hands, thinking about my parents. They were killed much in the same manner as Harry's; although I knew mine until I was nine. My mother was a Muggleborn and my father was a half-blood. That's the reason they we're killed. I was at a friend's house down the street when it happened, otherwise I might have been killed along with them. I'd learned a bit of magic from them before they died. I started to cry. Thinking I was alone, I jumped when I heard his voice,
"Are you okay?" I turned around, wiping my eyes swiftly. Harry was standing near the stairs to the boy's section of the dorm. I nodded and turned back around looking at the fireplace. He came around the couch and sat next to me. "Are you sure?" He asked trying to be friendly. I nodded with a shy smile.
"I was just….thinking of my parents." I replied
"They must be very proud of you," He said with a kind smile.
"Yes I'm sure they must be." I replied, "They…weren't there when I got my letter." I looked at him, "They died when I was nine."
"I'm sorry," He said softly, I nodded,
"Thanks," I paused, "I'm sorry about your parents. I heard about it." He gazed at the fireplace,
"Sadly, I never got a chance to know them. But I've been told that they were great people." I nodded,
"They were….my Dad was friends with your mom when they were in school." I said.
The next day, Harry and I walked to our first class together. Defense Against the Dark Arts was taught by a shy stuttering man named Professor Quirrell. As we walked we got to know more about each other. I wanted to cry when he told me his Aunt and Uncle made him sleep in a small closet under the stairs. "That's cruel," I said as we sat down next to each other. Harry shrugged,
"They are my only known family left. I had nowhere else to go." He suddenly winced and his hand shot up to his forehead.
"What's wrong?" I asked putting a hand on his arm. He shook his head,
"Nothing, I'm fine." He said, but I knew there was something wrong. I followed his gaze to Professor Quirrell who stood with his back to us, searching through a pile of papers on his desk.
The days flew by as I got to know Harry more and more. He also introduced me to Ron and Hermione who had become his friends. On Halloween night I was in the bathroom with Hermione who had been crying. Ron had said something she found insulting after charms class earlier that day. "Hermione, come on. He didn't mean it." I said, trying to coax her out of the stall.
"How would you know?" She sobbed, "He's such a jerk!" I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Just go," she said, "I want to be alone."
"Hermione, come on. I'm not leaving here without you. You are going to eat tonight if it kills me!" I said.
After a few moments Hermione finally decided to come out of the stall. I put my arm around her shoulder as she wiped her red eyes. We heard several loud thumps and froze. "What was that?" she asked.
"I-I don't know, but I don't like it." I said looking toward the door. At first we only saw the troll's club, and then it entered the bathroom, Huge with pale green skin. Hermione screamed and ran back into the stall.
"CRYSTAL, MOVE!" I heard a voice shout. I looked behind the giant leg of the troll and saw Harry and Ron who had come looking for us. I fell back as the troll tried to smash me with the club. I screamed and crawled under the sinks which soon shattered, covering me with glass. Harry started picking up rubble from the crumbling wall where the troll had busted through, and started chucking it at the troll's head.
After Ron smashed it in the head with its own club using the hover charm, Harry helped me up. Ron tended to Hermione, apologizing for his insensitive words. Professor's McGonagall, Snape (Potions Master) and Quirrell came rushing in, wands drawn. McGonagall scolded Hermione as she covered for Ron and Harry by saying she went looking for the troll thinking she could take care of it herself. McGonagall took away five points from Gryffindor house. We all groaned; we were given points for accomplishments and had points taken away for rule breaking or foolish actions. The points were added at the end and the house with the most points received the House Cup, which was a real honor. However our hopes went up a notch when Harry AND Ron received five points each for saving me and Hermione from the troll. I had added to Hermione's story by saying I was worried about her and went looking for her and tried to help her fight it off.
The next day Harry was caught in deep thought. At lunch I couldn't take anymore and asked him what he was thinking about. "A few days ago Hermione, Ron and I stumbled upon a room on the fifth floor. Inside the room was a huge three headed dog. I noticed that it was standing on a door of some kind. The night the troll got in, Snape had a wound on his leg. I think he tried to get past the dog and through that door to find whatever is beyond it. Didn't you notice he was limping this morning?" He explained, I shook my head,
"No, I didn't notice." I said, "Do you have any idea why that dog is in there?" I asked, but he shook his head. "Harry, I don't think you should worry about it. Concentrate on the match today." Harry had gotten onto the Quidditch team near the beginning of the year. We were learning to ride magical brooms, when Neville Longbottom, a clumsy sort of boy, accidentally rose from the ground before Madame Hooch, the instructor and referee of all Quidditch matches, gave the okay.
Shortly after Neville's feet left the ground, he fell off the broom, breaking his arm. Madame Hooch took him to the hospital wing, ordering the rest of us to stay on the ground until she came back. Draco Malfoy, a pathetic trouble maker, picked up a small ball that Neville had dropped. It was a Remem-Brall. "If he hadn't dropped this, he would have remembered to fall on his fat ass." He jeered and started laughing.
"I think I'll leave it somewhere he can't find it." He said mounting his broom, "How about the roof?" and he took off. Harry glared at him and mounted his own broom.
"Harry, no!" Hermione said, "You heard what Madame Hooch said." But Harry ignored her and took off. He was a natural; catching up to Malfoy with no problem,
"Give it here Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom." He yelled, holding out his hand.
"You want it, go get it Potter!" Malfoy sneered and threw the Remem-Brall as far as he could. Harry's broom shot forward and he caught the ball with ease.
We all had cheered as he came back to the ground, holding up the ball. I was laughing, but stopped when I saw Professor McGonagall heading our way. "Uh oh," I said and hurried to where Harry was standing, placing the ball inside his robes, intending to visit the hospital wing to return it to Neville. Before I could say anything, McGonagall called,
"Harry Potter," the group around him fell silent, "Come with me please," She said and Harry reluctantly went. I tried to follow, wanting to plead with McGonagall, but Hermione grasped my arm. Turns out, he wasn't in trouble at all, but placed on the Gryffindor Quidditch team as Seeker. As I left lunch I found Harry looking at the glass case outside the Great Hall. Inside the case was a small plaque with the names of former Quidditch Champions. I joined him, following his gaze to the name of the seeker, his position. Embezzled in gold was the name James Potter.
"That's your dad, right?" I asked and he nodded, beaming. He turned to face me,
"Yeah; Hermione showed me this shortly after I gained the position. Dad was a seeker as well, the best." He said excitedly. I smiled and gave him a one armed hug.
"He'd be very proud of you Harry." I said, and we headed out to the field. The match went well…even though it was against Slytherine; who were indeed a bunch of cheaters.
Near the end of the match I saw Harry finally start to move. The way he suddenly bolted to the other side of the field proved he had spotted the snitch, the tiny golden ball which would end the game. That was the job of the seeker to find the snitch and catch it giving their team an automatic win. I watched through a pair of binoculars as he reached out, the small ball inches from his fingertips. Suddenly his broom went haywire, jerking around, causing him to lose his grip. He fell off the broom but did not hit the ground. He regained his grip just as he lost it and was dangling from the tip of his broom, which continued to jerk and sway. "What's going on?" I asked worriedly. Hermione looked through her own binoculars as Rubeus Hagrid, the groundskeeper of Hogwarts and a friend of ours, started to fidget nervously. Hermione gasped,
"Snape's cursing the broom," She whispered frantically. I centered my binoculars on the teachers stand and saw that Snape's mouth was moving.
"What do we do?" I asked, really worried, Hermione made her way out of the stands,
"I'll take care of it," I watched carefully as Hermione was gone, watching Harry hanging on for dear life as his broom gave one final jerk before stopping. He climbed up and looked around for the snitch again.
He spotted it immediately, and I watched carefully as he pursued the gold spec, standing up on his broom so both his hands were free. He took one step forward and toppled off the broom. I let out a small scream as he hit the ground, "HARRY," I started to head for the stairs leading out of the stands when he stood up, clutching his stomach.
He wretched and hacked until something popped out of his mouth. I peered eagerly through the binoculars and screamed with delight. The snitch's wings beat weakly in his hands. "HARRY POTTER'S CAUGHT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR RECIEVES 30 POINTS!" the announcer called through the loud speaker. Madame Hooch blew her whistle,
"GRYFFINDOR WINS," She called with delight. I jumped up and down hugging Hermione as we screamed and cheered. I couldn't help myself as we hurried onto the field to congratulate the young seeker. I engulfed him in a big hug. He returned it laughing.
"You did it Harry!" I said excitedly, "Congrats,"
"Thanks Crys," he said as Ron and Hermione joined in on the hug.
The nest day we headed to Hagrid's hut, Harry's idea. He thought maybe Hagrid had some idea as to the three headed dog on the fifth floor. "Who told you about Fluffy?" Hagrid asked when Harry mentioned the dog.
"Fluffy, That thing has a name?" Ron asked
"Of course, he's mine." Hagrid replied, letting us into his hut. It was small to him but extremely roomy for us. Hagrid was part giant which caused him to be much bigger than anyone else in the castle. "I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the…"
"Yes," The four of us said together, Hagrid's face grew rigid,
"I shouldn't have said that." He mumbled to himself, and then said louder, "Look what Fluffy is guarding is strictly between Dumbledore and Nicholas Flammel." He stopped, his eyes growing bigger, then shook his head and said "I shouldn't have told you that." Hermione piped up then,
"Hagrid, please tell us, who is Nicholas Flammel?" she asked, Hagrid sighed and turned to face us. "Never mind," He said, "You're meddling in things that you should leave alone." He said. I crossed my arms and looked at the others,
"Maybe Hagrid's right you guys." I said, but the others were determined to learn more. We stayed out too late that night and thanks to Malfoy we were caught out after curfew. The reason we were out so late was because Hagrid had just hatched an egg he'd won off a merchant a few weeks before term started. It was a dragon's egg, and Hagrid named the little guy Norbert.
Our detention was to be served with Hagrid himself as he had business in the Forbidden Forest. Malfoy protested by saying that it was off limits to students and that this was breaking rules as it was. I rolled my eyes and scoffed and he looked at me. "Got a problem Martin?" He asked coming too close for my liking.
"Just that you are such a coward Malfoy," I said pushing him away, "why don't you shut your pathetic trap for once and just live with it." Malfoy started to protest but was stopped by Hagrid who had already begun speaking.
"Right, you five, let's get going." Hagrid said. Once we were finished, we headed to bed.
"That was bloody ridiculous." I said as we entered the common room. Harry seemed disturbed, "Harry, are you alright?" He looked at me, as if I'd just woke him up from a deep sleep.
"Huh, oh yeah I'm fine….just tired." He said simply and started for the boys' dorm. The next few days were murder. Hermione and I searched the library more than a hundred times looking for information on Nicholas Flammel. And over a hundred times, we found nothing. One cold day I was watching Harry and Ron playing chess. I chuckled as Harry's bishop was smashed by Ron's queen; literally smashed. Wizard's chess is different than regular chess played by Muggles (human beings with no knowledge of magic). In Wizard's chess the pieces moved of their own accord by the command of the players and were literally destroyed when prompted.
"That's completely barbaric." Hermione said from behind me. I turned and smiled at her.
"That's Wizard's Chess," I said, Ron looked up from his game,
"I see you've packed," He said with a smirk, Hermione's face remained serious,
"I see you haven't," She replied. Ron looked back at the chess board as Harry's Castle too one of Ron's pawns.
"Change of plans. Mum and Dad are spending Christmas with Charlie in Romania. He's studying dragons there." He said proudly.
"Good, then you can help Harry. He's going to go to the library to look for information on Nicholas Flammel." Hermione said, and Ron groaned,
"Again, we've searched a hundred times!"
"Not in the restricted section. Happy Christmas," Hermione said and walked off with her bag in tow. The Christmas season had come upon us. Harry of course couldn't stand to spend another depressing Christmas with his Aunt and Uncle and I, being very compassionate toward him, decided to stay so he and Ron would have some company.
Christmas Eve night, I curled up by the fireplace in my pajamas, reading one of my favorite novels. The fire crackled and popped as I read which I found to be very comforting. Harry soon joined me. "Crystal, may I ask you something?" He seemed hesitant when I said sure. "Well, I was just curious….how exactly did your parents….die?" He dragged the question out as if at any moment I'd storm off. I placed my bookmark on the page I was reading and closed the book.
"I was ten," I said, "Mum and Dad were excited about my birthday the week they were killed. They were excited about my letter I would receive the day after. The night they died, I was at a friend's house, staying the night. She lived just down the street, so I started walking home the next morning. Once I arrived at the house, it was destroyed, the roof completely blown apart. Dumbledore was waiting for me. He explained what happened and I collapsed. An evil wizard killed them. I was lucky to have been gone when it happened; otherwise he would have killed me as well." I paused when I saw Harry's face, "What, what is it?"
"Did he tell you the name?" He asked, anger swelling in his voice.
"I don't remember the man's name, but he was a follower of Voldemort." I said. Harry's fists clenched. "Harry, what is it?"
"Voldemort was the one who killed my parents….and gave me this." He brushed back his hair which hung over his forehead to reveal a lightning bolt shaped scar.
"I knew you were famous for that scar, Harry, but I never really knew the story." I said horrified that my parents' deaths involved the same man as his.
The next morning, Christmas morning, Ron was calling for me and Harry to come downstairs. "Guys wake up!" It's Christmas!" I sat up, rubbing my eyes. I groggily crawled out of bed and got dressed. Harry was already downstairs with Ron both still in their pajamas. "Happy Christmas Crys!" They both called as I emerged from the stairs to the Common Room. I smiled,
"Happy Christmas boys," I replied and hugged each of them. Harry's hug lingered slightly longer than Ron's and he tried holding back a laugh. Harry was surprised to see that he had presents. I had received a letter from my sister who took care of me after Mum and Dad died, wishing me a merry Christmas and hoping that I was enjoying soon. I reminded myself that I would have to write back explaining about my new friends and the fact that one of those friends was Harry Potter. I also found a small package under the letter which contained a beautiful necklace in the shape of a ruby heart. It was a locket, and when I opened it, my mother and father smiled up at me waving at the camera. That was another wonderful thing about the magical world. Pictures moved as if they were alive. Tears fell from my eyes and Harry saw.
"Are you okay, Crys?" He asked, coming to my side. I nodded and showed him the locket,
"My parents; this was my mother's locket. My sister, Melody, sent it to me." Harry smiled.
He helped me put the locket around my neck and sat next to me on the couch. Ron handed him a package they had missed. There was a note on top of the wrapping. Harry read it aloud. "Your father left this in my possession when he died. I thought it should be returned to you. Use it well." Slightly confused, he set the note aside and opened the package. "It's a cloak," He said standing up and spreading it out.
"Try it on then," Ron said around a mouthful of Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans. I smiled and shook my head. Ron never knew how to stop eating. Harry swung the cloak around his body and laid it on his shoulders. Immediately his body disappeared. My jaw dropped, so did Ron's. A few of the beans tumbled out of his mouth and onto the floor. He gulped down the rest of the beans and said "I know what that is! That's an invisibility cloak! Those are very rare." Harry was surprised as he turned around,
"I'm invisible; this is awesome!" He said with a laugh. I smiled, the ruby heart locket clasped in my hands. We opened the rest of our gifts, Harry had put together several kinds of candy for each of us and Ron's mother, whom Harry and I both met on the platform boarding the train for school, made us each a sweater with our first initials on them. Mine was a deep red with a glittering silver "C".
That night I fell asleep on the couch, waiting for Harry to return. He'd taken his father's cloak and headed to the library where he would search the restricted section for information. I was trying to stay up as late as I could, but eventually I couldn't keep my eyes open. What was taking him so long? Then suddenly someone was shaking me "Crystal, wake up!" Harry whispered quickly, "Crys!" I opened my eyes and sat up,
"What, what is it?" I asked, he threw the cloak over me and said, "Come on, I saw them! I saw my parents!" I walked along side him under the cloak as he led me to a room I'd never noticed before. When he removed the cloak, a mirror stood before us. "There, look!" He said excitedly, pointing to the glass. "It's them, it's my parents!" But I saw nothing,
"Harry," I said comfortingly, "I don't see anything." Harry took my hand, which made me blush slightly.
"Here, you're not looking into it properly. Stand here," He gently placed me directly in front of the mirror. That's when I saw it. Harry was standing beside the mirror, but I still saw him standing beside me. His arm was around my waist, and he leaned in and kissed my cheek. I gasped, and Harry beamed,
"You see them, don't you?" He said excitedly and hurriedly moved to my side. I stammered as I tried to think of something else I could have seen in the mirror, too embarrassed to tell him what I truly saw.
"I, I see myself, in what looks to be my seventh year! My parents are standing with me as I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. He's congratulating me on finishing my schooling." I said, and looked at him. "I would say this is the future…but if you saw your parents…and I see mine…then that's not possible. What is this?" He shrugged and said he didn't know.
We sat in front of that mirror for what seemed like hours, me seeing Harry, holding me in his arms, Harry seeing his dead parents. I wondered why I was seeing what I saw. I was far too young to be thinking of having a boyfriend. Dumbledore frightened us when he spoke. "I see you two have taken a liking in the Mirror of Erised." We both jumped to our feet.
"Harry found it sir. We were actually just leaving." I said nervously, Dumbledore held up his hands in an 'It's okay' gesture.
"That's quite alright, Crystal. I myself have been mystified by the mirror. I assume you now know what it does." He said with a smile. Harry spoke up,
"It shows us what we want." My eyes widened, I WANTED what I saw in the mirror? Dumbledore chuckled,
"Yes, and no; it in fact shows us our deepest desires. It is quite dangerous. Men have wasted their whole lives before it, even gone mad." He explained, looking in the mirror. This explanation made me more nervous.
Dumbledore went on to explain that because of the dangers it possesses, the mirror was to be moved to a new home the next evening. Harry and I headed back to the common room. As Harry pulled the cloak off me, his hand brushed mine. My face went red forcing me to hurry up the stairs, bidding Harry a quick goodnight as I went. I had to explain to myself that he and I were only eleven years old, and too young to be worried about relationships. After break, Hermione seemed flustered when she returned. She was carrying a huge book with her as we were in the Great Hall relaxing after potions. I was still thinking about what I saw in that mirror until she dropped the book in front of me, Harry and Ron. "I checked this book out at the start of the year! How could I have been so stupid as to forget?" She said, plopping down in between me and Harry which made me feel more comfortable. I moved over a bit to make room for her to open the book and flip through the pages. Harry pushed up his glasses and looked at the page she was reading, his head tilted. His hair moved slightly revealing the scar. I caught myself staring at him, and looked away down at the book. "Nicholas Flammel; the only known wizard to possess the Sorcerer's Stone!" she read, "The Stone is a magical object that can grant any witch or wizard immortality."
My jaw dropped; could that possibly be what is beneath that door guarded by Fluffy? When I voiced this question out loud, Harry nodded, "I'm sure it is, Crys." He said, completely sure of himself. The next few days went by quickly. We found out from Hagrid that Fluffy can be put to sleep with music, and then after Hagrid scolded himself about keeping his big mouth shut, we headed to the room on the fifth floor. A harp was already playing when we got there. "Snape already beat us here." Harry said disappointedly. The giant dog snored loudly as we approached the trap door under its giant paw. I gulped when Harry went forward and started to lift the paw. Ron and Hermione joined in as I grasped the handle to the door. As soon as the paw was moved, I pulled on the handle. The door swung up with ease. I couldn't see anything below,
"Lumos," I whispered, holding my wand out. A small ball of light appeared at the tip and I pointed it down the hole. "I can't see a thing." The room seemed oddly quiet.
"Is it just me, or did it get really quiet." Harry asked, starting to worry. I nodded in agreement and then Ron groaned. Something dripped onto his shoulder. I looked up and saw the dog growling softly. I gasped and jumped down the hole without thinking.
I landed in a clump of plant like things. Harry landed next to me, followed by Hermione then Ron. "What is this?" I asked, and as if hearing my voice, the plants tangled themselves around my body. I looked around frantically and saw that the others were having the same problem. Hermione was the only one not panicking.
"Don't move," she told us, I stopped struggling. "This is Devil's Snare. If you struggle it'll only kill you faster."
"Oh yeah, now I can relax." Ron said and struggled harder. Hermione disappeared under the plant, "HERMIONE NO," He yelled and struggled even more.
"Just relax," Hermione's voice drifted from under the plant, I continued to relax,
"Hermione where are you?" Harry called, almost completely under.
"Relax," she said again, getting irritated, "Trust me," I finally slid under and landed in a hidden area below. Hermione was down there waiting. "You okay?" She asked helping me up.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I said Harry joined us then, getting up and brushing himself off. Ron was still screaming above. "He's not relaxing very well," I said worriedly. Hermione started pacing. Thinking of a spell she learned to repel Devil's Snare.
"Sunlight," She said, "Devil's Snare hates sunlight!" She pulled out her wand and pointed it at the place where Ron was struggling "Lumos Solem" she said clearly, sending a shot of light piercing the plant. Ron tumbled through, landing with a loud thump on the hard cement floor beneath. I helped him up and we continued on.
The next room contained a broom. I looked at Harry and he met my gaze. "You are the seeker Harry. I think you'd better take care of this one." I said looking up. Above us several keys were flying around. Ron and Hermione were examining the door.
"Alohomora," Ron said over and over again. But the door would not unlock. Harry examined the broom then looked at them.
"What is it?" I asked, Harry was worried,
"It's too easy," He said, looking back at the broom, Ron scoffed
"Oh come on Harry. If Snape can catch a key on that old thing, you can." He said and Harry touched the broom. Immediately the keys went into a frenzy swarming at Harry trying to attack. Harry mounted the broom and swatted at the keys, looking for the right one which Hermione explained must have been an old fashioned one. Harry spotted it, the one with a broken wing and went for it. Once he caught it I ran to the door.
"Catch the key!" He shouted, throwing it to Hermione. He then flew off the other way trying to get rid of the keys. As soon as the door was open, Ron and Hermione scrambled through. I looked back just as Harry turned and was coming toward the door. I bolted through and slammed it shut as soon as Harry was out. The next room we came too felt like a cemetery. I shivered; Harry saw it and gave me a comforting smile. He put his arm around my shoulders and squeezed gently in a friendly hug. He dropped his arm as we ventured farther in the room. Ron realized that it wasn't a cemetery but a giant chess board. I gulped and Hermione asked exactly what I was thinking.
"You don't think this'll be like real wizard's chess….do you?" Ron shrugged as he tried heading toward the door on the other side of the room. The line of smaller statues pulled out swords as he approached and crossed the sword of the statue next to them, blocking the path. Ron then turned around and ordered one of the smaller statues on our side to move forward to the square right in front of the opponent side. The statue diagonal with the one Ron sent forward, awakened and smashed it into pieces. Ron gulped,
"Yes, Hermione, I think this is going to be EXACTLY like wizard's chess." He said and I gripped Harry's arm tightly.
"You mean we have to play our way to the next room?" I asked, my voice shaking. My eyes met Harry's and he nodded reluctantly. We took our places; Hermione played as a castle piece on the Queen's side, Ron and I were the two knights, and Harry was a bishop. As we played, we started to lose. I grew worried when Ron stated his next move.
"When I make my move, the Queen will take me. Harry you then take out the King." He explained. I struggled to get up after the Queen destroyed the horse I was on. My leg was broken and I screamed out when I tried to move it.
The game went on, and Ron sacrificed himself after many protests from Hermione. Harry then moved in front of the King and called "Check Mate," The Queen's sword fell from its hands and Harry ran over to where I lay, Hermione to Ron. "Crys, are you alright?" He asked, and I shook my head,
"I think my leg is broken." I said as he gingerly moved it, making me wince.
"Yea, I think it is. We'll get you to Madame Pomfrey; she'll fix you right up." He said
"Harry," Hermione said, supporting a slightly injured Ron. "Go on…I'll take her and Ron." Harry started to protest, but she held up her hand, "It has to be you, Harry. You have to be the one to go on. Don't worry; I'm sure things will be okay." He took one look at me, and I nodded in agreement.
"Go, Harry," I said touching his hand. He looked me straight in the eyes. "We'll be okay. Now please, go, stop Snape before he can get the stone." I raised my hand and put it on his cheek, "He wants it for Voldemort, you and I both know it." I whispered, unheard by Ron and Hermione. He nodded and stood up. I allowed him to help me up and watched him go as Ron and Hermione supported me.
"Come on," Hermione said gently, "You need to get to the Hospital Wing, and fast." Once there, Madame Pomfrey wrapped up my leg after first casting a spell to mend it. I fell asleep shortly after she put me in one of the many beds. "Crystal, wake up," I felt a hand shaking me and opened my eyes,
"What is it?" I asked weakly. I sat up and looked around; Hermione was sitting by my bed. I sat up quickly as I realized we were the only two in the room, too quickly; I groaned in pain as my leg shifted. "Where are Ron and Harry? Is Harry okay?" I asked, trying to prop myself on the pillows very carefully so as not to hurt my leg again.
"As far as I know he's fine. Ron went back down to help Dumbledore bring him up. Harry was unconscious, when they found him. The stone was lying next to him." She said with an unsure tone. I started to panic when I saw Dumbledore carrying Harry, still unconscious, into the room, followed by Ron.
"Professor is he…" I started to ask but before I could finish, Dumbledore smiled,
"He's fine, Ms. Martin; just overwhelmed." He placed Harry on the bed next to mine.
I stayed awake watching him. When he finally stirred the next morning, relief swept over me. He sat up slowly, and smiled weakly at the gifts his friends had left for him. "Harry," He looked at me,
"Crystal, how's your leg?" He asked, I removed the covers and showed him my bandaged wound.
"Healing normally; how are you feeling? I was so worried." I said.
"I'm okay, better than okay really. It wasn't Snape…it was Professor Quirrell. Voldemort was with him…basically using Quirrell's body to survive." He said and my jaw fell in shock. He went on to explain how the Mirror of Erised ended up in the final room and how he'd seen himself in the mirror holding the stone and how it had appeared in his pocket. He also reluctantly told me that Voldemort tried to persuade him to hand over the stone with false promises to bring his parents back.
Dumbledore came in a few moments after Harry finished his story by ending with how he'd burned Quirrell somehow with his bare hands. Dumbledore answered our frantic questions about the stone, telling us that it has been destroyed and we felt better. The next day Harry and I were both allowed to leave the Hospital Wing. We joined Ron and Hermione in the Great Hall for the end of year feast and the announcement of which house won the cup that year. Slytherine had the most points at first, but Dumbledore gave Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville extra points, (Neville received points for trying to stop us from going after the stone), causing Gryffindor House to beat Slytherine by five points. After the feast we headed out of the castle grounds to meet the train back to London. Ron and Hermione hugged me and Harry at the London Train Station and after many goodbyes, Harry and I were alone on the platform. He smiled at me and gave me a hug. "I'll write you," He promised. I promised to write to him as well and headed off to where my sister stood waiting for me. Harry headed for the exit alone. I called to him,
"Harry," He looked back at me, "Do you need a ride?" I asked looking to my sister for approval. She smiled and nodded but Harry shook his head.
"No thanks, I can walk. I'll see you next year." He said with a wave. I waved back and went home with my sister.
Well here's the first chapter of the fic by my friend Destined Love. In my view, this is actually a good fic, so I can't wait to here what you guys have to say.
Until the next chapter, ja! Okami, out.