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chapter 9-
Harriet's P.O.V
The next months passed quickly, lessons got harder and most surprisingly, my chest grew out of my school shirt, it was half way through April when we where getting ready in the dorm. "You ready yet Harriet?" Hermione asked. "I'm not coming." I muttered. "Why?" Hermione sounded concerned. "My school shirt won't do up." I went red even though I was behind my hangings. "Oh." Hermione sounded like she was smiling. "it's not funny!" I insisted. "You're right, I'm sorry. I'll go down and tell the boys you're not coming to class today, and then I'll take you to Madam Pomphry." Hermione left the room and came back a few moments later, she found me sitting on the edge on my bed back in my pyjamas. "Come on." She smiled at me. "Let's go. I've told Parvati and she'll tell the teachers you're not felling well ok?" I sighed and got up. "I really don't understand what's going on." I sighed, getting up and following her out the room. "Oh come on Harriet you're girl! Can't you guess?" Hermione grinned at me. "No, because, in case you don't remember, I don't have a mum to teach me the ways of life." I scowled at her. "You must have had lesson at your old school." Hermione said. "Nope." I shook my head. "Oh jeez." Hermione ran a hand through her bushy hair. "Basically, you're growing." I rolled my eyes at her. "I figured that bit out." Hermione was slightly pink. "You're um growing." She started coughing, like someone had hit her with a strong curse of the bogies. "I'm sorry." I ginned evilly at her. "I didn't quite catch that." Hermione didn't answer, instead she pushed open the door to the hospital wing. "I'll let Madam Pomphry explain." She mumbled. "Fine." I kicked the ground, and true to Hermione's word, the nurse did, while measuring me. I wasn't allowed back into class all day, mainly because Hermione had told the boy's was ill but also because Madam Pomphry had felt the need to felt the need to 'educate' me. that is an experience I didn't need and one I hope never to relive. the rest of the time was completely normal, getting into trouble learning how to turn things into badgers (Quite the useful skill, thank Professor McGonagall) and just general school. At the weekends we learnt advanced spells and potions in the RoR, which pretty fun. It was the last week of school when Hagrid told us he'd told a stranger how to get past Fluffy, the three headed dog that was guarding the philosophers stone. That was also he day Dumbledore had decided to go to the ministry, He's so responsible. "Come on." I dragged Hermione out of bed. "We have to get the stone before Quirrell." We threw on some clothes and silently got down to the common room, we found Ron and Harry facing Neville. "Neville more!" Ron whispered loudly. "You're sneaking out again, aren't you?" Neville raised his shaking fists. "I won't let you! Griffindor can't lose any more points. I I'll fight you." Hermione stepped forwards. "Neville, I'm really really sorry about this." She raised her wand. "Petrificus Totalus." She flicked her wrist and Neville's hands snapped to his sides, his face became ridged and he toppled forward. "Sorry mate." Harry muttered as we stepped over him. "We'll come back." Ron promised. "That was brave Neville." I said, closing the portrait hole behind me. "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good." Harry and I tapped our maps. "Quirrell's on the third floor." I showed Hermione. "Come on." Harry threw his cloak over us and we swiftly made our way to the third floor, we met Peeves but Harry scared him off by impersonating the Bloody Baron. WE ran through the door and where greeted with the three heads of Fluffy. "So." Harry forced grin. "How's your singing?" I grinned at him. "Really Harry? You've been working with me since we were four years old, you know how I sing." Hermione and Ron looked confused. "Go ahead then Sis." Harry grinned. I began to hum a song I'd learnt in the muggle music club. Fluffy yawned and his eyelids dropped. Harry pulled out his flute and accompanied me. Fluffy fell asleep. Ron and Hermione pulled open the trap door. "Who goes first?" Ron asked. Harry waved at himself. "You sure?" Hermione asked. Harry nodded. "Ok." Harry passed Hermione the flute and he jumped, moments later he called from far below. "It's safe! There's a soft landing!" Ron jumped and Hermione stopped playing. "Should I go now?" I nodded and began to sing the a tune, no words, just a tune. Hermione jumped and I quickly followed. Harry was right, it was a soft landing, but that wasn't good. It was a plant. Hermione helped me over to the wall. "Lumos." My wand lit up and we saw the boys being strangled. "Harry! You're son of Zeus! Electricity creates fire!" I yelled. "What good will that do?" Harry choked. "It's Devils Snare! It hates light and heat!" Hermione yelled. "Can't, get, arms, free." Harry went slightly blue. "Hermione! We need a fire spell!" I turned to my friend. Blue fire sprouted from the top of her wand and the plant retreated. "Thanks." Ron coughed, rubbing his ribs. "Come on. We don't have much time." I checked my map, Quirrell was two rooms ahead of us. We burst through a door and keys flitted past my nose. "We have to catch a key!" Hermione yeled when Alohomora didn't work. Harry nodded. "I'll handle this." Harry quickly caught the right key and soon we were on a giant chess board, Ron took charge. "Harriet, take the Queen's spot, Hermione, The castle, Harry, the bishop, I'll be a knight." All to soon Ron and Harry were sprawled on the floor. "Come on." Hermione and I ran through and room with a half dead troll. I threw a dragged at his heart for good measure and then we were faced with two fires, a group of potions and a scroll. Hermione quickly read the scroll and quickly found the right potions. "This one will take you through the black fire and this one will take you through the purple." She held up two potions, I took the one in her right hand and drank. "Wish me luck." I grinned and walked through the black fire. Quirrell stood in front of a large ornate mirror. "Surprise, surprise." I said in mock shock. He spun on his heel to face me. "I was wondering when you'd gat here." He gave me an icy smile. "If you look to hard at that mirror, it might brake." I chuckled. He growled and ran at me, hands outstretched. "Sorry." I said rolling away. "I only hug the people I like." I grinned and drew my dagger. "What good is that puny weapon against the mightiness of Lord Voldemort?" Quirrell laughed evilly. "Never thought you'd be one to go all crazy maniac." I took a small step forward and my sword appeared in my left hand. "Seems to me that you don't wanna play, so why don't you go back to what ever asylum you came from and I'll continue to live my life as normal." I smiled at him. He flicked his wand and arrows flew at me, I turned to the side and the arrows bounced off my cloak. "Nubian lion skin. Ancient Greek monster, nothing can hurt me while I'm wearing this." I smirked at him. "Let me talk to her." A voice that wasn't Quirrell's came from the back of his head. "Master, you are not strong enough." Quirrell insisted. "Fool, do as you're told." Quirrell winced and pulled his turban from his head. He spun so his back was facing me but that didn't matter, Voldemort's face was on the back of his head. "Nice look Prof." I grinned. "Stupid child." Voldemort snarled. "Nope. I said. "I'm not stupid, you are."
"How dare you!"
"And you want to know why?" I didn't wait for an answer and stared to pace before him. "You're stupid because you think you can get away with being immortal, you won't. You stupid because you ripped your sole out. You're stupid because you're threating my friends." I turned to face him, my sword at my side. "And You really don't want to threaten my friends, because if you do, I will hurt you." I smiled. Voldemort scowled. "You think you can defeat me? I am the Master of death." I snorted. "No you're not, my Uncle Hades is his employer so therefore he is the master of death. Because, My Uncle Hades is a God, the god of death, and the underworld and wealth. And let me tell you, he ain't happy with you." I shook my head sadly. You've been a very bad boy, oh, look at that. You killed one of my Uncle Zeus' favourite children. Tut tut. And let me tell you, my father isn't happy with you, you killed a unicorn and my father created horse, unicorn, pegisi, any form of horse really. Can you guess who my father is yet?" I smiled. "lord Voldemort does not read muggle stories." The snake like man spat. "Well let me help you!" Water poured from the shell on my bracelet, the Pegasus grew to full size and I was on her back, my trident replacing my sword. The water swirled around me. "My name is Harriet Lily Potter, daughter of Poseidon, King of the seas, immortal god of Greece, father of horses. And, my Dad, so don't fuck with me if you want to live." I twirled my trident in my hand. Voldemort smirked. "All the more reason to kill you." Quirrell raised his wand and shot a spell at me. My Pegasus jumped into the air. "And you know, my father is very protective of me, I'm the only daughter he's ever had. So unless you want a God on your back I would sty away from me." We charged and my trident pinned the shared body to the wall. "I told you, not to fuck with me, not look what I had to do." Quirrell slumped forward as the sprit of Voldemort left him. I jumped off my Pegasus and ran to the mirror. "That stone shouldn't exist." I muttered to myself and raised my sword. I smashed the hilt into the glass and it rained down around me. The largest piece managed to get under my cloak and lodged it's self in the side of my stomach, I remembered Dumbledore coming in as I passed out from pain.
Madam Pomphry actually let me got the feast. I seated myself between Harry and Fred as Dumbledore droned on and on. "It seams that Slytherin has won the house cup again but before we leave I have some last moment points to give out." I sat up slightly. "First, to Mr Ronald Weasely, for the best played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in a long, long time. I give Gryffindor 50 points." The hall roared in approval. The twins clapped him on the back. "Next," Dumbledore called over the din. "To Miss Hermione Granger, for the use of cool logic in the face of fire. I give 50 points." Hermione put her head in her hands and started to cry. "Third! To Mr Harry Potter, for the most unconventional flying ever witnessed, I award 15 points." Harry went pink. "Fourth! To Miss Harriet Potter, for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I give 60 points." The whole hall rattled with the noise. Griffindor were tied with Slytherin! Why couldn't Harry have gotten one more point? Dumbledore raised a hand and the room went deathly quiet. "And finally, to Mr Neville Longbottom, for not only standing up to his enemies but also to his friends, I give 10 points." Neville was covered in Gryffindors hugging him. Dumbledore smiled. I was so glad I didn't have to see him for the next three months. Anf that Harry and I were off to Camp Half Blood.