I don't own Harry Potter, unfortunately. I was typing this right before I had to go to a contest, so I wrote it really quickly, but
for that, I think it's fairly good for a quick chapter.

"I don't know if I can believe you," Harry said looking up at Voldemort, "All of this seems... it seems too far fetched. What you're claiming is that Dumbledore is the Dark Lord, and that he formed a group against himself and blamed you for all of the followers he had. Are you kidding me? Who would believe that story?" Tom Riddle sighed.

"Your parents, Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, Siri-" Tom began to list, but Harry interrupted.

"Wait, Malfoy? Like, Draco Malfoy's father?" Harry asked incredulously.

"Yes. And do you know why Draco is like he is to you?" Tom asked.

"Because he's a git," Harry said shaking his head, still clutching his scar which was burning still.

"No, it's because his father told him all of this. I told Lucius that you needed a rival, someone to keep you away from people who are such pureblood supremacists, and he offered Draco to be it. Draco was perfectly willing, and he's a pretty great actor, if I may say so myself. He's already expressed how hard it is to keep of the facade," Tom said with a small laugh.

"And how am I supposed to believe this?" Harry asked.

"Take the stone with you. Talk with Severus Snape about it," Tom said, "He'll tell you everything I've told you here. He knows. He was once a follower under Dumbledore. He now is a spy for me under Dumbledore."

"You'll just let me go?" Harry asked confused slightly.

"Of course. I'm not like Dumbledore. If it were Dumbledore here, he would try to kill you if you learned the truth," Tom replied. Harry eyed Tom Riddle suspiciously before slowly backing up to the door.

"You know there's a short cut," Tom commented with a laugh at how suspicious Harry really was.

"What?" Harry asked.

"You can pass through the mirror to outside of Fluffy's domain," Tom said pointing to the mirror with Quirrell's hand. Harry kept his eyes on Tom, not daring to take the stone out of his pocket, and his wand ready, trained at Tom. He made it to the mirror, and slowly placed one hand in the mirror's surface. It actually went through! However, Harry wasn't able to do anything else, for a spell came towards him, hitting the mirror, and bouncing off hitting the wall. Harry knew it didn't come from Tom Riddle, as he had been watching him.

"Dumbledore," Tom hissed, "Quirrell take over. Harry, get out of here, now!" Quirrell quickly turned around, sending a spell towards the door. Harry was wide-eyed looking as the long bearded man came bursting through the door sending green jets of light towards Quirrell. Doing as he was told by Tom, Harry hurried through the Mirror, face first. He ended up in the third floor corridor. Not even worrying about his invisibility cloak, he hurried out of the corridor, and ran up the stairs. He was just about to the Seventh Floor when he spotting Severus Snape coming up the stairs towards him, though not noticing Harry yet.

Harry hurried faster, but he wasn't fast enough.

"POTTER!" Snape yelled, and Harry whirled around seeing the man behind him, "It looks like you've been having a midnight stroll again. It seems you've volunteered for expulsion from Hogwarts." Snape seemed to have a huge curled smile on his face. Harry couldn't help but smile.

"I-I... I just met with Voldemort, professor," Harry said slowly, seeing Snape's expression change, "H-he said that he wanted me to talk to you about some things." Snape looked surprised before worried. "Dumbledore came in, and I ran..." Harry left out the fact that a certain stone was still in his pocket, almost forgetting about it.

"Come with me, Potter," Snape sneered, as if bringing to punish him in his office. Snape led him down the stairs, but instead of going to the dungeons, Snape unlocked the grounds, and led Harry across Hogwarts Grounds.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked a bit scared, but not showing it.

"A place Dumbledore doesn't know about," Snape replied shortly not looking at Harry.

"What about Ron and Hermione?" Harry asked.

"What about them?" Snape replied in the same way Harry did. Harry kept following Snape, until they left Hogwarts Grounds.

"They were with me," Harry informed Snape.

"They'll be fine," Snape answered grabbing Harry's shoulder. The two immediately spun on the spot, suddenly appearing in a place that didn't look to nice. There were dead trees, brown grasses and nothing seemed to be there otherwise.

"Where...?" Harry began, but Snape quieted him. Snape knelled on the ground, and soon he seemed to pull up the dirt, revealing an underground passage. Harry was sure now. Snape was going to kill him.

"Hurry up, Potter," Snape ordered, nearly pulling Harry into the passage after him, closing the dirt door. The two were silent for a long time, before Snape finally spoke up.

"So he told you everything?" Snape asked.

"Er, yeah. He told me about Dumbledore and how he was framed, but I don't know if I can believe it," Harry replied quietly, before the two stopped at a metal door. Snape turned and looked at Harry.

"Believe it. It is the truth," Snape said with such conviction, though Harry wasn't convinced just because Snape said it was, "If you won't believe me, believe them." Snape opened the door they stopped at, revealing a two others at a huge table.

"Harry?" one of them asked. The man who had spoke up was a worn, brown haired man, with a scar across his face. To Harry the man really looked quite shabby.

"Er... who are you?" Harry asked feeling a bit awkward.

"My apologies," the man said standing up, "My name is Remus Lupin. I was one of your father's friends in school." Harry nodded slightly, though he didn't know if he could trust the man, because it all could a big lie.

"Ok?" Harry said confused, "So where am I?"

"You're in the Resistance Base. It moves every time Dumbledore finds out about it," Remus answered.

"The Resistance following Tom Riddle," Snape added.

"The ACTUAL good guy in all of this," a woman replied, her blonde hair familiar to Harry.

"You're Malfoy's mom," Harry pointed out.

"If you mean Draco's, then yes, you would be right," the woman said with a small laugh at Harry's confusion, "Draco's father is at the ministry right now, clearing up a problem there."

"So, I suppose all of you are supposed to try and convince me," Harry said more than he did ask, feeling he already knew the answer.

"Yes. If you would like, we could show you our memories of how each of us were convinced," Lupin suggested.

"How would I know that they're not changed or something?" Harry inquired looking from Remus, to Narcissa and then to Snape.

"You don't," Snape simply replied.

"It's really too bad Sirius is still locked up in Azkaban. He always had a way with words," Lupin sighed looking at Harry with almost a small smile.

"Lucius can't do anything about it without blowing his cover, Remus. You know that," Narcissa sighed, "You just have to keep faith he'll find a way out of there."

"Er," Harry interrupted confused even more, "Who's Sirius? And why are there only three of you?"

"Sirius was Remus' lover," Snape stated bluntly.

"No! He wasn't!" Remus interjected, "We're just friends. I'm straight, thank-you-very-much!"

"He was another of your father's friends in school. There were the four of them. Mind you, they were an obnoxious bunch and I could barely stand being around any of them; Severus knows a lot about that, but their hearts were in the right place," Narcissa said cutting into the conversation to avoid any more awkwardness of Severus' suggestions that Remus and Sirius were together, and Remus quite sure that he was straight. It could turn ugly between Snape and Lupin if there wasn't someone to keep them in check, especially Snape.

"We were very kind people, who liked playing pranks, besides Peter, who betrayed us," Remus said calming a bit down, "Peter was the fourth of our group. While some of the pranks your father and Sirius pulled were definitely... cruel to say the least, they did have good hearts, but Peter was just... He betrayed them. He betrayed them to Dumbledore because he thought that their belief that Dumbledore was the Dark Lord was stupid and turned them into Dumbledore. It was Peter's and your parents' downfall. Sirius killed him for it."

"I think I might believe you," Harry finally admitted, closing his eyes, remembering back to the time earlier when he had seen Dumbledore there and not Voldemo- Tom Riddle. "But that doesn't mean I'll join you. I-I want to think things through on my own."

"Just don't let Dumbledore know. He believes I am a loyal Order Follower, and my cover might be blown. He still hasn't explained why the Order is still in contact and watching you, Harry, though," Remus stated. Harry nodded, finding it really weird that he was being watched at his own home.

"And my husband's would be too," Narcissa replied.

"Since Tom Riddle trusted you with this information so soon," Snape said, "We can only trust you will not say anything in Hogwarts about this, even to your friends. Your house is watched constantly by Order members. Remus can cover your tracks on Mondays when he's watching, but otherwise, do not speak of it at Privet Drive. The Burrow, the Resistance Base, or the Granger's house are the only places that you should ever speak about this at. Otherwise Dumbledore will hear and our cover, and yours will be blown."

"Er... ok..." Harry said still unsure.

"I believe it's time to bring Harry back," Remus suggested looking at Snape with a strained smile.

"Indeed," Snape replied, turning around, "Harry, we should get back to Hogwarts." He actually used his first name! That was really weird. Stunned, Harry nodded and began to follow Snape out. It wasn't long before Harry was back at Hogwarts, in the hospital wing, with the story that Snape found him collapsed in the halls. Harry pretended he didn't know anything besides fighting off Voldemort. Dumbledore asked about the Sorceror's Stone, but Harry didn't tell him about how he still had it in his pocket, and how he was planning to hide it somewhere soon, but until then, he would keep an eye on it.

When Harry was released from the Hospital Wing, he found that the stone had been taken from his pocket. It was right before the feast, when Harry hurried to find Snape to tell him what happened.

"I destroyed it," Snape replied with a curt nod.

"What? Why?" Harry asked, slightly frustrated and feeling betrayed.

"It couldn't fall into the wrong hands, Potter," Snape answered seriously staring at the young boy.

"But didn't... Voldemort need it for his return? Did he return?" Harry asked trying to sound worried, in case someone overheard him.

"No," Snape replied simply eying Harry to make sure the boy didn't slip up and say something, "The Dark Lord did not return, luckily. Quirrell died, though." Harry nodded with a sigh.

"That's good at least," Harry said, meaning the complete opposite. The End-Of-Term Ceremony happened, awarding Gryffindor with the House Cup, but Harry was more preoccupied by all he was told by Snape, Tom Riddle, Remus, and Narcissa. He cheered and made himself look happy, but his two friends noticed his mind was elsewhere. Harry wanted to tell them, but he couldn't. Not yet anyways. There was always this summer, when he would try to get to the Burrow.

If you are confused about anything, just ask, and I'll help clarify everything through
the next chapter.