A/N: Just realized that the time is the same in Portugal as it is in England. Ah well, I can hopefully work around it. Enjoy.

A/N: Chapter dedicated too: KingdomHeartsNerd, 10th Squad 3rd Seat and Fan of Fics.

A/N: Also I just realized that I missed out a dedication on Chapter 9. So this chapter is also dedicated too AvengedSevenfoldLover because I missed them out. My bad.

Harry Potter: The Dark Lords Downfall

Summary: For ten years she was kept a secret, now it's time for the Wizarding world to finally meet Phoebe, as she sets out to prove that not all Malfoy's support the Dark Lord.

By the time Phoebe and Serefina had returned to Scotland it was already late. Not knowing the password to Gryffindor tower, Phoebe crashed in the spare room within her Godmother's sleeping quarters with the hope of returning to her dorm room tomorrow morning.

As she lay in bed that night, a thought struck Phoebe.

She had forgotten to search her Grandfather's study for information on Nicolas Flamel.

Phoebe sighed and closed her eyes. Tomorrow, she would write to her grandfather and request the relevant information she needed.

I just hope it doesn't turn into 20 questions she thought wistfully, as sleep ebbed its way into her mind, pushing away her thoughts. The last thing she needed was her grandparents finding out what she was doing at Hogwarts because she knew they would inform Serefina, and then she would have a total uprising on her hands.

And she really didn't need that.

~*Phoebe*~

Term started up the next morning and Phoebe was still in the same predicament she was the previous night. She still didn't have access to Gryffindor tower, and therefore was cut off from her clothes and school supplies, this was the reason why she was entering the Great Hall at 7:00am clad in her best black dance shorts, a t-shirt which was two sizes too big for her, her black and blonde hair was thrown up into an untidy ponytail and she was barefooted, providing the rest of the school with the clear statement that she had only just gotten out of bed.

A wolf-whistle echoed from the Slytherin table, and Phoebe didn't need to be told who it was for seconds later the sound of Marcus Flint's voice reached her from the sea of Green and Silver.

"Looking good, Blackheart!" he jeered.

Phoebe rolled her eyes in his direction "Don't be jealous, Flint!" she retorted, before spotting Oliver sitting at the Gryffindor table with his usual cluster of friends. She smiled and hurried up behind him, threw her arms around his neck and smiled "Hi!"

Oliver gave a startled yelp and glanced sideways "Phoebe!" he scolded "Nearly gave me a heart attack, lass"

"Sorry." Phoebe smiled.

"Where were you last night?" Katie asked.

"I didn't get back until late," Phoebe answered "then I realized that I didn't know the password to the Fat Lady, so I spent the night in my Godmother's quarters."

Katie nodded "So, interesting attire for the first day back" she teased.

"Flint seemed to think the same." Phoebe nodded.

Oliver tensed and glanced over his shoulder at the Slytherin table to find Flint staring at Phoebe like a side of raw meat. "Come on, I'll walk you back upstairs." he offered, not liking the glint in the Slytherin's eye.

Phoebe smiled "Thanks."

Oliver nodded, excused himself from his friends, and lead Phoebe out of the hall. Only pausing to throw Flint a glare as he passed.

~*Phoebe*~

It was at least 2 weeks after the start of term did anything particularly strange occur within Hogwarts. And it happened on the one the dullest and wettest nights of the year.

Phoebe was sitting in front of the fireplace reading a letter she had received from her grandfather, as James sat on the other side of the common room with Dean and the rest of the guys from his dorm. They were chatting about something that Phoebe had no interest in so she had decided to sit with Hermione and Ron, and wait for Harry to come back from Quidditch practice.

The portrait hole swung open and the Gryffindor seeker trudged in covered in mud and soaked through to the bone.

"Don't talk to me for a minute," Ron said, without looking up from the chess board. He had been playing Hermione for over the last half an hour, and sadly enough the Muggleborn was losing. But then again even Hermione knew that she wasn't the best at everything. "I'm trying to concentrate."

Phoebe, who had looked up from her letter the moment the portrait and swung opened, spotted the look on Harry's features. "What's the matter, Harry?" she asked, swatting Ron across the back of the head for his insensitivity towards his best friend.

"Ow!" Ron yelped, rubbing the back of his head.

"Snape's refereeing the next Quidditch match." Harry told him, his voice low so that no one else could hear.

Immediately Ron and Hermione jumped to protest.

"Don't play," said Hermione.

"Say you're ill," suggested Ron.

"Pretend to break your leg." Hermione countered.

"Really break your leg." Ron answered.

"He can't," Phoebe interrupted "Gryffindor doesn't have a reserve Seeker. If he pulls out now, we can't play at all."

At that moment, Neville toppled into the common room. How he had managed to climb through the portrait hole was anyone's guess, because his legs had been stuck together with what they could only guess was the Leg-Locker Curse.

He must have bunny hopped all the way up here. Phoebe thought rolling her eyes at the rest of the house as they laughed at their housemate. Yeah, true Gryffindor support.

As the Gryffindor's fell around laughing, Hermione jumped to her feet and performed the counter curse. Neville's legs sprang apart.

"What happened?" James asked, approaching the fireplace.

"Malfoy." Neville answered "Cornered me outside of the library. He said he had been looking for someone to practice on."

"Go to Professor McGonagall!" Hermione urged "Report him!"

Neville shook his head.

"I don't want more trouble." he mumbled.

"You've got to stand up to him, mate" said James "He's used to walking all over people but there's no reason to lie down in front of him and make it easier."

"There's no need to tell me I'm not brave enough to be in Gryffindor. Malfoy's already done that." Neville choked.

"Here" Phoebe said, throwing him a Chocolate frog "You're worth twelve of him, Neville. The Sorting Hat placed you in Gryffindor. You may not think you're brave, but you are loyal, and Loyalty is a Gryffindor trait."

Neville's lips twitched in a weak smile as he unwrapped the Frog. "Thanks, Phoebe. I think I'll go to bed now. Do you want the card?"

"Keep it."

Neville nodded, and trudged upstairs to his dorm. James bid Phoebe a goodnight and followed after him along with Seamus and Dean.

Once they had gone Phoebe turned back to her letter.

"...Espero que não te estejas a meter em sarilhos, Phoebe. Contudo, fiz como pediste e encontrei informação relevante. Espero que a uses bem. Não te metas em problemas, e ver-te-ei quando voltares para casa no verão.

Amo-te, papa."

On the second page of the letter Phoebe found a small extraction from a book. It was handwritten which meant that her grandfather had copied it word for word, as her eyes zoomed over the sentences Phoebe gasped causing Harry, Ron and Hermione to turn in her direction.

"What?" the three asked simultaneously.

"I know who Flamel is," Phoebe answered, looking at them over the top of her letter.

Their faces changed considerably.

Reaching across the table Ron's hand snatched the letter from Phoebe.

"Ron!" Hermione scolded.

"It's okay, 'Mione," Phoebe smiled "He won't be able to understand it anyway."

"Why?" Harry asked.

Phoebe grinned "Because it's in Portuguese."

Ron, who had realized his failure, passed the letter back for Phoebe to translate.

"The ancient study of alchemy is concerned with making the Philosopher's Stone, a legendary substance with astonishing powers. The Stone will transform any metal into pure gold. It also produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker immortal. There have been many reports of the Philosopher's Stone over the centuries, but the only Stone currently in existence belongs to Mr Nicolas Flamel, the noted alchemist and opera-lover. Mr Flamel, who just celebrated his six hundred and sixty-fifth birthday, enjoys a quiet life in Devon with his wife, Perenelle (six hundred and fifty-eight)."

Hermione, Harry and Ron were stunned into silence after Phoebe had finished.

"That's what the dog must be guarding," Phoebe said, striking up the conversation.

Hermione was the first to recover. "Yeah. I bet he asked Dumbledore to keep it safe for him and he knew someone was after it, and he figured Hogwarts was safer than Gringotts, and therefore that's why he had it removed from the Gringotts vault."

"A stone that males gold and stops you ever dying!" said Harry "No wonder Snape's after it. Anyone would want it."

"Anyone like Voldemort." Phoebe answered.

Her friends froze and turned to her.

"He's dead." Hermione answered.

Phoebe shook her head "There's no proof that he is dead. He could be out there somewhere, just abiding his time." she explained "What if he had someone break into Gringotts to steal the stone? My Aunt Serefina told me herself that only a powerful dark wizard could have broken into a Gringotts vault without help. And as far as we know Voldemort was the only Dark Wizard in existence, and none have arrived since his downfall."

"Six hundred and sixty-five?" Ron spluttered, still in disbelief of the age, and not paying attention to Phoebe "No wonder we couldn't find him in Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry. He's not exactly recent, is he?"

His friends stared at him.

"What?" Ron asked, looking between them.

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Next chapter will be the next Quidditch match. Be on the lookout. :)

The letter:

Espero que não te estejas a meter em sarilhos, Phoebe. Contudo, fiz como pediste e encontrei informação relevante. Espero que a uses bem. Não te metas em problemas, e ver-te-ei quando voltares para casa no verão.

Amo-te, papa.

English translation:

I hope you're not getting into trouble, Phoebe. But I did as you asked and found the relevant information. I hope you put it to good use. Stay out of trouble, and I'll see you whe return home for the summer.

Love Papa

Chapter written by xXxKaraBeckerCutterxXx

Chapter updated on Friday 23rd September 2011 at 04:12am.