As Voldemorts shade passes through him. Harry Cries out and grips the Philosophers stone ever tighter, determined not to let his parents murderer have it. As his vision begins to fade. Young Harry can feel his magic reacting to his desperate wish. Just like it did when he was in primary school and it helped him escape Dudley and his gang. Then immense pain overtakes Harrys body until he passes out.

When he wakes up again, Harry recognises that he is in the hospital wing. It is dark outside and he hears are just on the other side of the thin white curtain that serves as a divider between the beds.

"So he got the stone anyway?" The oily voice of professor Snape asks.

"I am uncertain Severus. What I do know is that the stone is gone." Headmaster Dumbledore replies, his usually cheerful voice now somber.

Harry panics. He had worked so hard , gone through so much pain, and Voldemort got it anyway! Yet something told him that was wrong. That the stone was near him and it was safe. He calmed, Harry had always been one to trust his instincts. If they say the stone is safe, it is.

"If The Dark Lord has it, we shall know soon enough...Or perhaps the boy has it." Snape sneers in obvious disdain of an eleven year old child.

"Tsk! Severus, I searched Harry upon finding him. He most certainly does not have it." Dumbledore scoffs.

They come closer to Harrys bed and he pretends to be asleep. Having perfected the act whilst living with his horrid muggle relatives, they don't suspect a thing.


The next day, Harry is released from Madam Pomfreys tender care. He begins to think about the visit he had just gotten before he was let go. Dumbledore had come and told him that everything was fine, that the stone had been destroyed. Harry could tell that something fishy was going on, you would have to be an idiot not to notice, so he played along with the lie. He walks into the great hall and is greeted by his friends. Only, there is a voice in his mind telling him that they are not his really his friends. That they are traitors. Harry is alarmed, having strong instincts is one thing. But a voice in his head!? He wonders if it's his magic.

'No, not even close kid' The voice laughs at him.

Harry sits between Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table. Weary of them and what they may do. He silently asks the voice in his mind 'What are you then?'

The voice is quiet when it answers. 'I am one of the many souls sacrificed to make the philosopher's stone. I do not remember my real name. Not anymore. But you may call me Sygnus.'

Harry looks down at his plate sadly, he knows what it is like not to know your real name. 'Okay Sygnus. Wh-Wait! What do you mean souls sacrificed to make the philosopher's stone?!' Harry thinks frantically.

"Harry, Mate are you ok?" Ron asks through a mouth full of chicken.

Harry grimaces at the lack of table manners but nods and fills his own plate. He schools his face into a happy neutral to avoid more questions as the voice seems to think through it's answer.

'When a philosophers stone is made, it demands thousands of souls to be sacrificed in order to be created. Alchemy is all about equivalent exchange. In order for something as powerful as the philosophers stone to be made, something of equal value must be given. Such as… Approximately 50,000 for the one I am in. But it varies from stone to stone. The more souls used the stronger the stone.' Sygnus explains in a sullen tone.

'... Why are you in my head?' Harry asks in his mind, dread seeping into the pit of his stomach.

' Because the stone is within your blood. It has bonded to your body and magic. In short you have the philosophers stone running through your veins. Thus I am here also.'

For a brief moment it is as if time stopped for little Harry. The stone is in his blood. He fearfully wonders what that means.' If the stone grants eternal life and youth will I never age?!'

A laugh sounds through Harrys mind.

'No Harry, the stone keeps people at their peak of health at all times. Most men reach their physical peak at around 23. You will age normally until then.' Sygnus explains.

'Will I ever die?' Harry asks, still being careful to stay neutral on the outside and answer Hermione when she asks a question.

'No. Not even the killing curse or a bullet to your brain would kill you now. ' Sygnus replies sympathetically.

Harry excuses himself from dinner then rushes to gryffindor tower. Once there he throws himself onto his bed like a disney princess and cries. The knowledge that he will never meet his mother and father too much for the boy to take.