One of the reviews asked why I hadn't had Harry go to Gringotts yet is because Bruce has alot of money and there was no need for the Malfoy's to have mentioned it. But he will in the sequel so don't worry. I just didn't want all of Dumbledore's cards to be shown before then.
The first night back at Hogwarts Harry was tossing and turning in his bed. He heard High pitch laughing and Harry jolted awake. Panting Harry sat up and looked around wildly, out of the corner of his eye harry spotted a package at the end of his bed. Harry crawled out from under the covers and over to the package. Picking it up the package, Harry noted that it was wrapped in brown paper and tied with small rope. Harry carefully pulled the rope loose and opened the package. Inside was a silver cloak that felt like it was made of silk. Harry stood up and looked around to make sure his house mates were still asleep before putting the cloak around his body. Harry walked into the bathroom to see what he looked like and was shocked, no scared, to find out his body was missing. Harry unlatched the cloak as fast as he could and it dropped to the floor. As the cloak fell to the ground, his body reappeared.
Harry gathered the cloak into his arms and went back to his room, thinking about the things he could do with a cloak like this. Harry put the cloak on the bed and for the first time noted a small piece of parchment lying next to the wrapper. Picking it up her read,
Your father left this in my possession.
Use it well.
A.P.B.D
Harry looked confused at the initials for a few minutes before it hit him. Who was the only person that he and his biological father knew with both the first and last initial. Dumbledore had given him this cloak, the only thing that Harry didn't understand was why. Harry mentally filed it away to review later before grabbing the cloak. He performed Tempus and read 2:45 am, before heading out of the dorm. In the common room Harry put the cloak on making sure that it covered his entire body before walking out of the door.
Harry wondered down various corridors until he heard a noise from the door on his left. Inside Professor Quirrell and Professor Snape were talking. Snape had Quirrell pinned up against the wall and Quirrell stuttering worse than usual, "I-I d-don't k-now what y-our t-talking ab-about Severus."
Snape sneered and leaned closer to the other wizard, "do not lye to me. You're after the stone," Snape roared, "who are you trying to get it for. Answer me."
Quarrel merely laughed at the threat, "n-now now S-Serverus I d-don't k-know w-what y-your t-talking about." Snape merely sneered at the man clearly wanting to strangle the scrawny mans neck.
"You wont get Flamel's stone Quarrel, I'll make sure of it," with that Snape swept from the room. Harry looked at Quarrel who rubbed his neck for a few seconds before following Snape out of the room.
By the time Harry reached his dorm his mind was filled with questions. 'Who was Flamel? What was this stone? Why was it so important?' Harry determined that tomorrow he'd start to investigate
The next morning Harry went through his regular routine. Harry went straight to the library after class and began to look around. He briefly thought about asking the librarian, Madam Prince, but immediately
scrapped the idea. No telling what kinds of questions that would bring up, so he grabbed a couple of books to look for the name Flamel. As he was passing one of the book shelves and heading towards a table he heard whispering. Harry set the books down and tip toed towards the whispering, he peeked between the books and saw Granger and Weasel talking.
"Ron how are we suppose to make sure Potter reads this? Granger held up a book.
"We'll just slip it into his back during potions class. All you have to do is make sure the page on the stone is marked. Just don't screw this up or Dumbledore will stop paying us," Weasel said as he grabbed the book and put it into his bag.
Harry smiled and pulled out his wand, and gently levitated the book out of the bag. Harry walked into the aisle and grabbed the floating book smirking at the idiots back. 'I think its time to recruit the twins' Harry thought to himself.
That night after dinner Harry ran up to the twins, "Hey you two. We need to talk." The twins looked at each other curiously but shrugged and followed Harry into an abandon classroom.
"What can we- do for you- Harry poo?" the twins asked.
Harry rolled his eyes at their antics but explained the situation. He told them all about Granger, Weasel, and Dumbledork. By the end of the story both Fred and George were red with anger. "Don't worry Harry- Will take care- of those two- gits," the two boy's eyes were bright with mischief already planning their prank.
Harry nodded but put up his hand to silence them, "Do you think your parents are in on this?"
The twins shook their heads, "mom would go- ballistic if she- found out. She and dad- would probably- kill Ronnykins." As those words left their mouths they smiled.
Harry caught their idea and nodded, "why don't you go write your parents. I'm sure they want an update on there son's activity. Both boys' sported identical grins as they walked out of the classroom, Harry folded his arms and leaned back on the desk. It's time to take out the trash.
That night Harry after talking to his dad, Harry went through his book of pranks and found the perfect spell. The spell would last one day. His father had suggested asking Snape to find a way to slip the potion he needed into Weasels food at breakfast. After the potion had been ingested Harry could activate the effect with a single word whenever he wanted.
The next morning couldn't have come any slower. Harry was up earlier than usual in anticipation; he took a shower and got dressed before going to the common room. The room was empty and he had another hour and ½ before breakfast. So Harry went through his stances and fighting styles until the first person woke.
Harry caught the twin's eyes at breakfast when the owl post arrived. An owl crashed into the Gryffindor table in front of Weasel. Harry saw the boys face pale and felt some satisfaction. The boy opened a red envelope and a loud woman's voice filled the air.
"RONALD WEASLEY, HOW DARE YOU ACCEPT PAYMENT TO SPY ON HARRY POTTER? YOU WILL GO RIGHT OVER THERE AND APOLIGIZE THIS INSTANT. AND IF YOU EVER DO ANYTHING THIS STUPID AGAIN I'LL DISOWN YOU. AND YOU ALBUS DUMBLEDORE WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO SET SOMETHING LIKE THIS UP. YOUR FATHER WANTS TO SPEAK TO YOU YOUNG MAN," The womans voice was replaced with a man's, "ALBUS DUMBLEDORE THE WEASLEY CLAN HERBY CUT ALL TIES WITH YOU AND ANY OTHER ORGANISATION BESIDE SCHOOL UNTIL SUCH TIME AS YOU STEP OFF THAT PEDESTAL YOUR ON AND ACT LIKE THE LEADER YOU PROTRAY YOU ARE."
When the letter was finished it burst into flame and left a few hundred gapping people in its wake. Students and teachers alike were staring at the trio of people with disgust. Harry sat from his seat and was smiling; that wasn't exactly what he thought would happen. He had assumed Mr. or Mrs. Weasley would show up at the school and yell at there son, but this was better. Taking the opportunity Harry pointed his wand at Weasel and whispered, "ornatus parvulus."
The hall erupted into laughter when Weasel suddenly became dressed in a large baby diaper, with a blue baby bonnet on his head, complete with a pacifier in his mouth. Weasel turned scarlet and tried to run from the room, but only made it as far as Granger's chair, before the rest of the spell kicked in. Weasel took out the pacifier and looked towards Granger and said, "MAMA." Before jumping onto her lap and replacing the pacifier.
The entire Slytherin table was practically rolling on the ground clutching their sides. Harry saw Granger try to stand up and push Weasel off of him but only managed to fall over on him when Harry cast a sticking charm on the two.
It took Dumbledore and the rest of the teacher's two hours to remove the sticking charm, but none of them manage to get the rest of the spell off of Weasel. So for the rest of the day he looked like a baby and followed Granger everywhere calling her Mama.
: Dumbledore POV:
Dumbledore seethed up in his office. In one day he had lost the entire Weasley family's loyalty in him, and most of his fellow colleges trust. He knew that this would eventually get out to other wizarding families, he would be ruined. Dumbledore's fist slammed into his desk this had to be Potter's fault. Ever since that boy arrived he had caused nothing but trouble and it was time to fix it. He would move his plans ahead, "that boy will die by the end of this year, by my hand or Voldemort." The man didn't notice when the bird behind him looked up or when it disappeared in a flash of fire.
There's the next chapter. It took me forever to figure out what to write for this chapter. So what do you think please review and leave any suggestions about what you want to happen next.