Chapter Two: The Sorcerer's Stone


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Every night Harry dreamed about the girl that he saw in the mirror. Sometimes she appeared to him older, sometimes younger. He couldn't get her out of his head.

That day, he, Ron, and Hermione had found out what the three headed dog was guarding: the Sorcerer's Stone.

"Snape is after it, I'm sure of it." Hermione told the rest of the trio. "Why else would he be limping around?"

"Yeah," Harry agreed, "He was also threatening Quirrell one night when I was sneaking around."

"You were WHAT? Harry that's against the rules! You know that!" Hermione scolded.

"Yeah, yeah I know. It was over Christmas though. But it doesn't matter now. We need to focus on how we're going to get down the trap door tonight."

Hermione, though she was still upset with Harry for breaking the rules, agreed.

"What did Hagrid say, play music?" Ron asked.

"Yes, Ron," Hermione replied, seeming a bit annoyed. "Although he also said that Snape was one of the people helping to protect the stone. To me it just seems like he's trying to make it easier for himself to get through."

"You're right Hermione," replied Harry, "The less puzzles he has to figure out, it'll make it that much easier for him to get to it."

"Exactly!" Hermione chimed, "We know that he'll be able to get past two of them, but we don't know how many traps are down there, and he does."


That night, Harry, Ron, and Hermione all went to leave the common room. As they were going down the stairs, they saw Trevor, Neville's toad, sitting on the chair.

"Trevor!" Hermione whispered, "You're not supposed to be here!"

"And neither are you." Came Neville's voice.

"You're sneaking out again, aren't you? You're going to get Gryffindor into more trouble now! I won't let you go! I…I'll fight you!" he stammered out.

"Neville, I'm really sorry about this," Hermione said, her apologetic tone catching Neville off guard, "Patrificus Totallus!" Hermione shouted, pointing her wand at Neville.

Immediately Neville straightened up and his arms and legs shot together. He appeared frozen, and he fell backwards, remaining in the same stiff position as before.


Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way to the third floor corridor, concealed under Harry's invisibility cloak.

When they got to Fluffy's room, they heard soft music playing.

"Is he…" Hermione was cut off as the huge three-headed dog snored and the invisibility cloak flew off them. "…sleeping?" Hermione finished.

"Snape's already been here." Harry added, noticing the harp playing in the corner.

The three saw the trap door that was on the floor. The only problem was, the dog's paw was covering it.

"Well let's get going." Ron said impatiently, and started to lift the huge paw off the door.

The other two stared for a moment, but the realized what was happening and went to help Ron lift the paw.

They got it off and opened the door on the floor.

"I wonder how far down it is?" Ron stated.

"Does it seem a bit…quiet?" Hermione asked cautiously.

"The harp!" Harry half yelled.

Just then, a large string of saliva landed on Ron's shoulder.

"YUCK!" Ron stated, as he tried to remove it.

Just then the three looked up, to see the three heads of the dog staring at them, teeth bared.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" The three screamed as they quickly dove into the passage that the trap door covered.


All three of them landed softly on what seemed to be a bunch of weeds.

Suddenly, the weeds started to latch themselves onto the three friends and started squeezing tighter the more they struggled.

"It's Devil's Snare!" Hermione realized, "You two! Stop struggling! It'll only make it worse!"

"Oh jeez! Thanks Hermione!" Ron yelled sarcastically, "Now we'll only die faster than we normally would!"

Hermione sighed at Ron's stubbornness and started to relax. Suddenly, the Devil's Snare seemed to engulf her.

"HERMIONE!" the two boys yelled.

"It's okay! I'm alright! Just relax!" Hermione encouraged.

Harry, taking Hermione's advice, relaxed and passed through the Devil's Snare to the floor below.

"HARRY!" Ron yelled.

Suddenly, there was a burst of light and the Snare receded from Ron, letting him fall through to the floor below.

"Good thing we relaxed." The red head stated.

Hermione, clearly annoyed at her friend, led the way to the next room. In there were hundreds of flying keys, and a floating broom in the middle of the room.

The door leading to the next room was locked, and no matter what Ron or Hermione did, the door wouldn't open. Harry, on the other hand, was staring at the broom. He saw a key with a damaged wing, and before Ron or Hermione could stop him, he mounted the broom and took off after the key. As soon as Harry touched the broom, the damaged key started flying away, and all the other keys chased after him. Harry chased after the key and once he got it, unlocked the door and quickly opened it and closed it, safely reaching the other side.

The next room was a chess board. Although this was a life-sized one. After a very intense game, led by Ron, Ron ended up sacrificing himself so they could go on. After winning the game, Harry led a very reluctant Hermione to the next room.

This room was tricky, as there was a riddle, along with various potions of shapes and sizes. In front of the door was a roaring fire that wouldn't let them pass. Out of the many potions, only one would let the drinker pass through the flames unharmed. All the others were poison. Hermione took her time solving the riddle, and then after solving the riddle and realizing which potion wouldn't kill you, she gave it to Harry.

"You need to be the one to go on, Harry," Hermione insisted, "I'll go back and take care of Ron. Go!"

Harry reluctantly went on to the final room.


Upon arriving, Harry saw a familiar maroon turban standing in front of a mirror. THE mirror.

"You!" Harry gasped.

Quirrell turned around as if expecting Harry.

"Yes boy, me! Who else did you expect!" the Professor snapped as if annoyed.

"I need to get the stone! And I know I need to use the mirror! But I don't know how to get it!" The teacher screamed.

"Use the boy!" a raspy, bodiless voice commanded.

Quirrell turned around and pointed at Harry, "You, Potter! Come here!"

As if against their will, Harry's legs started moving towards Quirrell until he was standing next to the Professor.

"Look into the mirror! Tell me what you see!"

Harry looked into the mirror. He saw the beautiful red headed girl come up to him! She was holding something that gave off a red glow and she gave Harry a hug first. She then put the object into Harry's pocket, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and skipped off into the distance. Harry then felt the weight of the Sorcerer's Stone in his pocket.

"Well?" Quirrell snapped, "What do you see!?"

"I…I'm standing next to Dumbledore," Harry lied, "We've won the house cup. He's shaking my hand and my house is cheering in the background."

"He lies!" the voice came back.

"Tell the truth!" the teacher yelled at him.

"Let me see him with my own eyes!"

"B…b…but Master," Quirrell stuttered, "You are not strong enough yet."

"I am strong enough…for this!"

Slowly, the professor unwound his turban, revealing another face on the back of his bald head.

"Voldemort!" Harry exclaimed.

"Yes, boy, it is me! Now give me the stone which you have in your POCKET!"

Harry tried to make a run for it, but before he could escape, a fire formed a circle around himself and Voldemort, trapping him in there.

"Get him!" Voldemort commanded and Quirrell stuck out his arms and went to grab Harry. Quirrell went to put his hands on Harry, when Harry grabbed his wrists, trying to hold him off. Quirrell's hands immediately burned off and crumpled to the ground.

"Wha…what is this magic!" Quirrell exclaimed as Harry grabbed Quirrell's head, which met the same fate.

Quirrell's bodiless robes crumpled to the floor as Harry fell to his knees, blacking out.


AN: Thanks to the reviewers who gave me advice on the story! This is my second chapter in a day, but don't expect this all the time, but I'll update as often as I can!