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Chapter 9: Plain yogurt with a Fruity bottom.

Harry was anxious for his next DADA class after his little eavesdropping a few nights prior. While it was a core class, it was not a daily thing. He sat at his normal spot and then locked eyes with the turban behind the professor's head. He momentarily activated his budding mage sight and was aggravated when all he saw was a magical block. He huffed and then decided this was above his head. He had no ability that would work here aside from confronting the professor. While he had his own abilities, he was still no match for someone who was completely possessed. One of the many things he learned was that a possession was dangerous, or harmless. When the possessor was in such complete control, it was most definitely dangerous.

Harry decided he needed to talk to an adult about this, so he was off to Prof. Flitwick's office. Upon entering after being allowed he gave a nod and smile at his head of house.

"Ah! What can I do for you, Mr. Diablos? I'd offer you something to eat, but dinner is starting soon, perhaps some tea?" Harry nodded and thanked the professor, and after a sip of his beverage he spoke.

"Sir, I do believe there is a possessed professor on staff. I don't know if he is a danger to the students, but I overheard him talking to the spirit in his body, and the spirit responded." He looked slightly upset at this and the face of the small man was no different.

"That is a serious accusation, Mr. Diablos, do you have any proof aside from you claim you heard?" Harry sighed softly, he really didn't have anything concrete so he just decided to tell the professor what he had overheard. When he got to the part about the stone the small man tensed.

"Wait, Mr. Diablos. You said a stone? Did he say... what kind of stone?" Harry shook his head, looking confused.

"No, sir, he did not. He just mentioned the stone.. oh! And um... that Prof. Snape was 'deep in the old man's camp'. That confused me, sir." He finished his tea and the professor got a very pensive look on his face.

"This is very serious indeed, Mr. Diablos, and I sense no falsehoods in your words. Very well, I shall bring it up with the headmaster. For now, put it from your mind. Go on, off to dinner." Harry nodded, thanked him for the tea, and then left the office. Filius let out a deep sigh as he thought about it. Quirinus was after the stone? This was most concerning. He made a quick note, duplicated it, and sent it to the headmaster and Minerva. He got up and made his way to the great hall for his own dinner, stroking his chin and thinking more on this. Perhaps he would have to change his protection for the stone. Flying keys were not the most secure after all.

~RFC~

Dumbledore huffed as he read the letter in his hands from his charms professor. He quickly set it ablaze and vanished the ashes. Of course he knew all of this already, he had made sure the stone was protected but not impossibly so. His plans at the beginning were to have the Po- no, the Diablos boy go after the stone to keep it safe. He assumed it would be easy for the lad, not to mention any friends he would have. He had hoped to have him with the Longbottom child and the Weasley boy, but that had fallen apart from day one. No, he would come up with something else later. He stroked his chin as he thought about it. How would he get the boy to the stone, he couldn't have Tom get it, that would be... no, he was not ready for Tom to return yet. He sighed and shook his head, putting it out of his mind as he went off to dinner. So many things, so many plans, and he still had yet to fix most of them. Damn that boy, damn his... lack of a moldable mind.

~RFC~

Harry was walking the halls one evening with his map in his hand when he noticed that Hagrid was in the halls. He knew the groundskeeper lived in a little hut on the grounds so seeing him in the halls was not exactly common. Harry concluded that the halls were boring and decided to follow the half-giant out on to the grounds. He had with him a basket of food, and Harry could smell it lightly on the wind. It was raw meat, still slightly blooded, and there was a good deal of it. He had heard stories of the giant having dangerous creatures, perhaps he was going to feed one. That could be exciting. He crept slowly behind the large man and when he saw the door of the hut close behind him he came up to the window on the side. He was not prepared for the sight before him.

Sitting in a basket, woven from some kind of wicker, was a baby dragon. He watched as Hagrid fed it some of the raw meat and couldn't help but frown. This dragon only hand two hind legs and its arms were attached to its wings. He sat down and hummed in thought silently. This was one of the cursed dragons his father had told him about. They were cursed centuries upon centuries ago to be primitive, feral, and very unintelligent. Then he wondered: What was Hagrid doing with a Dragon? In a hut where most of the furniture, and the roof, were made of wood? What the hell was going on in this school? Trolls, Cerebus', Posessed teachers, and Dragons? He shook his head and stood up. He would talk about it with Hermione the next day as he had been neglecting her lately. He didn't like that.

~RFC~

"A Dragon, Harry? Are you kidding?" Hermione hiss/whispered as they were in a corner of the Ravenclaw common room. He shook his head and leaned in closer, still whispering.

"I know I shouldn't have been out, but I was very careful. I made sure to check the map a lot when I was walking. Anyway, I followed him out and I saw him feeding a cursed dragon." At her questioning look he smiled. "Yeah, the Dragons wizards know today are cursed dragons. They are cursed with a lack of intelligence, a lack of ability to speak, and shorter lives. They are very feral and unpredictable. It will probably be the size of a small cow in a week or two, not a good thing when surrounded by wood." She nodded and bit her lip softly, trying to think.

"Maybe... maybe we can tell one of the professors?" Harry looked thoughtful for a moment before he shook his own head.

"Nah, I think we should help him ourselves. We won't tell anyone, and be really secretive about it." Harry saw the look of protest in Hermione's eyes and quickly added, "Yeah, I know it's... really irresponsible, but who knows what would happen to Hagrid? He might be fired or put in Azkaban. I don't wish that on anybody." He frowned and sat back in his seat, thinking about how to help the large man. They both brainstormed for a good hour or two before they went off to their dorms, they would be out tonight when everyone was asleep.

There were two reasons Harry wanted to help Hagrid. The first was that it was true, he did not want the gentle man harmed in anyway, and that included dragonfire. The second was that it had been a long while since he had done anything to really get him in trouble. He had a contingency plan for Hermione, but he would take punishments that came to him. They were huddled close under the invisibility cloak, making their way towards the hut, when they saw that it was partially on fire. They picked up the pace and with a few well-placed charms to snuff the flames they saw where it had come from. Hagrid was behind the hut, trying to wrangle the small, dog-sized creature away from his flammable hut. Hermione nodded to Harry and then went to distract the large man as he went over to the creature of fire and air.

"Hello Mr. Hagrid!" Hagrid spun around, eyes wide as he saw the young, small first year girl approach him. He moved so the dragon didn't see her and vice versa, speaking frantically.

"What are ye doin' out here! It's past curfew and it ain't safe!" He took off his dragon-fire resistant gloves and came to her. As they started to talk, mostly Hermione making false arguments and reasons for being there, Harry went over to the dragon and stared at it with his eyes radiating fire and shadow. The creature growled but stepped back. While it was larger than Harry, and not as intelligent, it knew when to step back. Harry was about to talk when he heard Hagrid.

"'Arry! What are you doing here! Get away from Norbert, he's dangerous!" Hagrid moved to intercept when Harry spoke quickly and cast a spell at the dragon. It looked like nothing happened as the magic washed over it, but in the next moment it gone in a flash of green and blue light. Hagrid gasped and looked at the small wizard who was smiling.

"Hello, Hagrid! We have about two minutes before professor Dumbledore comes down here." He had a wide smile on his face and was relieved when Belial, who had appeared just in time, grasped Hermione gently by the hand and took her back to the dorm. As he suspected Dumbledore arrived shortly after his spell went off and he was trying to placate the gentle giant when he saw the older man arrive.

"Hagrid, why is your roof charred?" He then noticed Harry. "Mr. Diablos! It is nearly midnight, what are you doing out here?" He frowned on the outside, but inwardly he was not so upset. Here was this child, out of bounds; perhaps he was not as mature as he figured. Yes, he was still a young child, mischief was bound to happen... he could work with this.

"I was out here helping Hagrid with a problem, it's all done now." He gave Hagrid a look that said 'later' and Hagrid, though frowning, nodded.

"Regardless my boy, it is after curfew. I am afraid that will be 50 points from Ravenclaw and two night's detention. Come, off to bed with you." He gestured to the castle and twitched softly as he saw the young child was still cheery, not in the least bit bothered by his punishment.

"See you later, Mr. Hagrid!" He walked up to the castle, and his tower, with the headmaster. There was no idle chit chat and when he bid goodnight to the professor he went to his room. He got into his bed and was startled to see Hermione there, looking scared and anxious. He was quickly pounced on and hugged extra tightly as she let out a sigh of relief. He put up a simple silencing charm and smiled.

"Everything is alright, Hermione. The dragon is safe, so are we." He frowned. "I lost some points and got some detentions, but just me this time." He grinned and gave her another hug and she sighed, nodding against him. "Belial will take you to your room, alright?" She shook her head and he frowned. "You want to stay here?" She nodded and he chuckled. "Are you mute now?" He laughed as she glared at him and hit him in the chest.

"No! I just... I'm still freaked out, alright? I don't like lying to adults, and then I was brought here by Belial while you got in trouble. That's not very fair of me you know, I still think I should have stayed." She huffed softly and hugged herself back to him.

"We already discussed that, Hermione, it's fine. We'll make the points back no problem. Now let's get some sleep, ok?" She nodded and then giggled as Belial shrunk to a puppy size and cuddled next to them as they slept. Now, had the two been over the age of thirteen this might be a problem, but as they were still young, it was completely platonic.

~RFC~

Once again, the Ravenclaws were not pleased by the point loss, but at least he was not losing the points every other week. He more than made up for it in his classes, but still it was a decent chunk from their score. The first detention was with Mr. Filch, the caretaker, and he had been scrubbing floors by hand for two hours. Mr. Filch was also a chatter box, talking about all the old punishments they were allowed to use when he had just started. Harry laughed at some of the things he had heard, things that hadn't been used since the 12th century. The next night was something different though, he was lead to Hagrid's hut where said man was waiting with his dog and a crossbow.

"Alrigh' then, I got 'im Filch." The older man huffed, and after a glare to the giant left with a grin on his face. Harry turned to the man, confused.

"You'll be comin with me into the forest, Harry. There's been somethin killin unicorns, and we're gunna find out what." Harry blinked softly and gave the man a look like he was crazy.

"Uh... are you... are you serious?" At Hagrid's nod he huffed. "Wow... I tohught I would be cleaning out stables or something. I'm 11, sir, the forest is no place for me." Hagrid waved it off.

"Professor Dumbledore made sure you'd be with me, so don't you worry about that. Now, c'mon." He started walking into the forest and when he turned to start talking with Harry he was surprised to see him not by his side. He looked back and saw Harry sitting on the steps of his hut, arms crossed. Hagrid went back with a frown on his face. "C'Mon now, Harry. Ye' got detention with me, and it's in the forest." Harry huffed and shook his head.

"Sorry, Mr. Hagrid, but I'll just have to get more detentions because I am NOT going into the forest. If there is something killing unicorns, what the hell am I going to be useful for, bait?" He shook his head and grumbled. "No thank you, sir. Belial!" His faithful canine appeared in his usual way and then they were gone just the same. Hagrid huffed with a frown and shook his head, going into the forest to do his duty, he would tell the headmaster later.

Harry and Belial appeared just outside of Prof. Flitwick's office and then the canine left while Harry knocked politely on the door. He waited and was thankful his head of house was still in office, more than likely grading papers. He blinked softly as he saw Harry standing there.

"Mr. Diablos? I was under the impression you had a detention tonight. Come in, come in." He stepped aside as Harry came in and after seating themselves he gave Harry a look asking him to explain.

"Yes, Sir, I was supposed to have a detention, but I refused to go." His small professor frowned but said nothing and allowed Harry to continue. "I was following Mr. Filch out to Mr. Hagrid's hut, and then I was told I would be going into the forest with Hagrid." He shook his head. "While I have no doubt Mr. Hagrid can be there by himself, I am 11, sir. It is completely ridiculous to have me in the forest. I believe it is forbidden for a reason." He thanked the professor for the tea that had appeared half way through his words.

"Into the forest you say? Whatever for?" Filius was upset, obviously so, that was maybe a punishment for seventh years, but a first year? Preposterous.

"To hunt whatever had been killing unicorms. That's what Mr. Hagrid said anyway. I figured if something is fast and strong enough to kill a Unicorn, what chance does an 11yr old wizard have?" He frowned and was relieved when the professor nodded.

"Yes... yes of course. Very well. Your detention will be with me." He gestured to a pile of essays that have yet to be sorted. "Sort those out alphabetically and by year if you please Mr. Diablos. I will go talk with the headmaster." He huffed and got off his chair as Harry started. This was the second time in recent weeks that the Headmaster had done something... unintelligent. He would go to Argus first, then Minerva, it was always good to have his facts straight.

~RFC~

Dumbledore cursed when his Deputy and charms professor left his office. That boy was far too stubborn and smart for his own good. He growled heavily as he thought about how yet again his plans were derailed. His current plan had not been the best, but he had an opening with the detention and had just leapt for it. He no doubt would have been saved by Hagrid and the giant man would praise the headmaster's insight for having the giant there to protect the young boy. Dumbledore would have be in the boy's good graces again for sure. Yet he had to go and talk with his head of house, and unlike Minerva, Filius made sure to check all of the facts.

To top it all off the boy had not returned to visit the mirror. He had come to it one night and then that was it. He had already moved the mirror, too. It needed to be there for his protections to work. He would have to find another way to get the boy there, yes, he would find a way. He thought about it some more and after a few calming lemon drops started to plan some more.

~RFC~

It was getting closer to the end of term and Harry could honestly say this year had been interesting. He had learned quite a deal and had forged a few friendships as well, not just in his own house. While he wouldn't be best friends with those like Malfoy, or Weasley, they were not arch nemeses. He had a few dinners at the other tables and was pretty well-received all around, as was Hermione. He had helped wean her off the hardcore bookishness she had, though you couldn't take the bookworm completely from the books. He was walking out of DADA when he cursed to himself as he forgot his book on the desk. It struck him as odd as he had never forgotten his book before. He shrugged it off and then as he entered the classroom he barely registered someone behind him before a knock to the back of his head robbed him of his consciousness.

~RFC~

Harry woke up with a low groan and sat up, which was difficult as his hands were bound behind him. He huffed softly and looked around, in a dark room with a familiar mirror at the end of it. He closed his eyes and when he opened them he was surprised he was still in the same spot. His magic was bound thanks to the ropes on his wrists. He frowned and then his eyes snapped to a sinister voice.

"I see our little captive is awake. Stand him up, Quirrel, I would have words with him." He was lifted to his feet and then Prof. Quirrel turned around, turban removed to show a snake-like face smirking at him.

"We meet again, Harry Potter. I am Lord Voldemort, and I have need of you."

Harry gulped softly and inwardly cursed. This was not going to be good... not good at all. He cleared his throat and decided being polite would give him at least a little extra time to be alive.

"Lord Voldemort, Hello. I knew the professor was possessed... I just didn't know by whom." He gave an innocent smile. "I knew you were powerful though, otherwise I would have been able to see through the turban." He maneuvered so his hands were in his lap, it was more comfortable like this and he saw that Voldemort did not seem to care, as he was still magically bound.

"Yes... I sensed that sight of yours. I was intrigued. It is because of you that I am like this. Mere shadow and vapor, forced to live off the body and life of another." He snarled softly and Quirrel whimpered. "Unicorn blood has sustained this body, but barely... I need something more. It is why I am after the stone you see." He glanced towards the mirror, then back at his captive.

"You... are going to get me the stone, Harry. The mirror... I know it is key, but Quirrel has proved useless." Harry frowned and glanced at the mirror, then at Voldemort.

"I beg your pardon sir, but what stone?" He sat straight, honestly confused.

"The Philosopher's stone, boy. With it I can create the Elixir of life, and my body will be my own once more!" He cackled softly, and was then surprised when Harry smiled. "What amuses you, boy?" Harry grinned and shrugged.

"You just sounded like Kathra'Natir, one of my father's good friends. I do love to hear him laugh, it's deliciously sinister." He chuckled at the surprised look on the specter's face.

"You know of such creatures, boy? Who has told you of such beings?" Harry looked confused again and then huffed.

"Well, that's disappointing. Here I thought Prof. Quirrel would have told you everything about me. My father is Lord Diablos." He chuckled again when he saw Voldemort's face contort in rage and Quirrel whimper and cry out in pain.

"Quirinus! You have neglected to tell me some very important information! You will be punished for this once my body has returned. Now, tell me more, Potter." Harry nodded and noticed Quirrel drink a vial of silvery blood, probably to bolster Voldemort.

"First of all, Sir, it's Potter-Diablos. He is my father now. Second... well, yeah, my dad knows a bunch of Dreadlords. He talks to them at least once a month. Sometimes they show up with their lackeys. It's usually pretty awesome." He spent a good 20 minutes after that entertaining the Dark Lord with tales of demons and rituals, dark magic and the like, as Voldemort nodded and looked over him.

"Truly, Diablos, you are not what I have been lead to believe. No... not at all. However, entertaining as you may be, I still must use you to gain the stone. Quirrel! Help him stand!" Prof. Quirrel did just that, and led him towards the mirror where he saw his reflection and nothing more. "Tell me what you see, Diablos. Tell me how to get the stone."

"I can't. This mirror is magical; it draws off your core. My core is suppressed right now." He frowned softly, looking up at the specter. "You'd have to take off the rope." He presented his bound wrists and saw the skeptical look on Voldemort's face. "Yeah, like I'd do anything to you. You have a wand, I don't, and you're a lot more experienced than I am." He shrugged softly. It took a few moments before the shade spoke again.

"Quirinus, remove the rope, but be prepared to bind him again." He got a muttered 'yes, my lord.' before he undid the ropes. Harry turned back to the Mirror and saw the visage he did the last time he was looking into the mirror: his family in later years, as well as the older version of himself. His older self winked at him and then picked up a blood red stone, putting it in his pocket. Harry felt the weight in his real pocket and hummed softly.

"Well, Diablos! What do you see?" Voldemort was getting impatient. Even having almost enjoyed a conversation with the young boy, he still needed to have a body again. Harry turned to him and smiled.

"I saw my family... and me, when I am older, surrounded by my loyal servants and my father proud that he raised such a powerful heir." He grinned, pleased to see this, and yelped as he was pushed back as Quirrel went back to look at the stone. "Hey! No need to be rude you know!" He huffed and got up, taking a deep breath and looking around. He moved to leave when he heard Voldemort speak.

"I did not say you could leave, Diablos. If neither of us can get the stone... I will just use something else to claim my body. Quirrel, prepare the ritual." He turned to see his professor pull out his wand. As he was about to cast a spell Harry took a deep breath and in the guttural, demonic tongue called out the name of his demonic hound. To call a demon by its name in the demonic tongue guaranteed two things: The first was the control of said demon as long as you demanded it. The second was the immediate appearance of said demon wherever you were, unless you were on a divine plane.

There was an otherworldly howl and in a bright flash of blazing flames Belial appeared in front of Harry. Normally the dog was the size of a St. Bernard, but now it was about the size of polar bear, and it was not pleased. In this form it radiated an aura of fear and power. Demonic energies poured from every hair on its body, and it looked decidedly terrifying. Quirinus Quirrel decided right then and there that his lord held nothing to the appearance of this demon hound. Harry's voice broke him from his thoughts though, and he wished they hadn't.

"I was going to leave, Voldemort. I was going to leave and not even mention this. You had to be rude, though. I don't like rude people. Belial, end him." There was a bark that shook the room and made the mirror crack softly before the beast lunged for the terrified man. Quirrel was not going to move, but his Lord made him do it out of self-preservation. He took control of Quirrels body and started firing curses at the beast, but they seeped into him and only seemed to empower him. The beast lunged again and then Voldemort decided to use his signature spell.

"Avada Kedavra!" The sickly green spell hit the large canine and sent him back a few feet where he lay slumped. Voldemort smirked, starting to laugh, that is until the beast rose with a hefty, very angry growl.

"You really shouldn't have done that, Sir. Now he's very angry." His eye went to the boy who was juggling the philosopher's stone and then back to the beast that just took in a deep breath. It opened its mouth and let out a pillar of red and black hellfire towards the unsuspecting duo. Voldemort conjured a slab of marble but this was not a spell that could be blocked, this was raw demonic flames. It melted the marble like butter and then just as quickly, if not quicker, melted the body of Quirinus Quirrel. He let out a scream of pain before that too was drowned out by the heat and sound of the flames.

Due to the multitude of dark magics and rituals Voldemort had used, his spirit was thankfully saved from the purging hell fire. He still felt the pain from it, but he was not destroyed. He hovered there, slightly bolstered by the dark nature of the flames before he saw something that horrified him. Harry patted the shrinking beast and then tossed the stone to it, and then watched as it was crunched between the strong jaws of the demon dog. He gave the still flaming beast a hug and then looked towards the floating spectre.

"You had to be rude, and now you have no body." He scoffed softly and shook his head. "C'mon Belial, back to the dorms, eh?" The dog ~wuffed~ and when Harry took hold of his back they flamed away just the same way the beast had arrived. Voldemort screamed in rage and pain, and then took what energy he had and escaped through the walls of the castle to find his next host. He vowed to return, and then he would show them all the terror that was lord Voldemort!

~RFC~

Dumbledore was livid. Once again his plans had been thwarted somehow. He had been alerted the stone was taken out of the mirror, but by the time he got to the chamber it was in he was too late. The mirror had been cracked and all that was left was a pile of ashes. He wanted to blame the boy, but he had no proof. His extra monitoring charms had been removed, so all he had was what had been left over. He did know that Voldemort was out of the castle, the wards alerted him to his spirit leaving. He had no idea what happened to the stone, yet he knew Voldemort had not gotten it. He was trying to calm down before the leaving feast. It would not do to let his temper be known. He took a long dram from a calming draught and schooled his features before going to the great hall. He stood, gathering the attention of the student body, smiling as if he had not been about to destroy his office in a tantrum.

"Another year leaves us, and we have grown older and perhaps wiser. To our graduating seventh years I say farewell, and I give you my blessing to do your very best in our world. To the rest of our student body I say have an enjoyable summer, and we shall see you next September." He smiled and got a small round of applause before he gave out the house cup. Ravenclaw had won for the first time in 20 years, and there was applause from every table, but of course none more than the Raven's table themselves. As the students all left for Hogsmeade to board the express, one would only wonder what next year would bring.

AN: And that is year one! I was going to do a summer chapter, but I think I will just make it a few paragraphs in the next chapter. Hope this chapter was enjoyable to everyone, and as always read, and review. Till next time!