Title: Stars and Stones

Rating: T

Summary: Harry Dresden, the Winter Knight for the Winter Court, finds himself in the body of a boy name Harry Potter. Karrin Murphy is in the body of Hermione Granger. Now they both have to go through the next seven years, this Harry much more free thinking then a normal eleven year old should be and with the same problems as always. Crossover of the Dresden Files!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Rowling or Butcher's characters and I'm making nothing from this.

Chapter 10

Harry's POV

This has to be one of the worst ideas that anyone has ever come up with. Children and brooms should not be in the same area. And the fact that this was an actual lesson was enough to make me worry. Karin, however, was excited about the idea of learning how to fly.

"When you see my dead body, then tell me if it was fun," I told her.

She gave me a look.

Flying lessons took place outside, which is a great place to be when something goes wrong and you end up dead. Do I still harp about my first attempt at flying? Yes, I do! It has a good habit of reminding you that something isn't a good idea. However, I knew that I couldn't get away from this no matter how much I explained that I didn't do 'flying on a broom.' The lesson was taught by Madam Hooch, who looked like a freaking hawk. We got into a line and then she gave instructions on what she wanted us to do.

The broom, figuring that I'm not meant to be in the air, didn't do anything. However, Karrin's broom went into her hand.

"See, I'm doomed."

"Well, at least, you're not doomed in the magic department."

Madam Hooch made me pick the thing up, some of the Gryffindor's snickering. I glared at them and then we had to mount them. One of the Gryffindor's, a boy name Neville Longbottom, got scared and ended up in the air. Everyone watched his scared face as he left the ground. The back of my robes is where I house my blasting rod. And I was glad that I had brought it.

"Vento Giostrus," I said and I mini cyclone sprung up and I directed it right at Neville.

It caught him and I forced it down, the poor child landing on his back.

"Ten points to Slytherin for saving someone that's not in your house," Madam Hooch said.

"No problem," I said, though I caught the glare from the other Gryffindor's.

"Why didn't you let him get hurt?" Malfoy asked me.

"Because it's wrong," I said, "And I've made it a goal to make the right choices. What's wrong with helping him out?"

"He's in Gryffindor."

"So," I said, "He's done nothing wrong to me and I don't consider him an enemy."

"YOU DON'T GET ANYTHING, DO YOU, POTTER."

He stormed off.

"Don't mind him," Karrin told me.

"Don't worry, I won't," I said.

Malfoy didn't talk to me through the whole month of September. I personally didn't care. I had Karrin and a small group of people that I could tell where going to be good people. If Malfoy couldn't get his head out of his butt then that was his problem. My lessons were going well, even Potions. A lot of the teachers were impressed with my ability to master spells very quickly, much quicker than some of the students that had been raised in magical households.

"You have more focus than the others," Bob told me. "So is the blond kid still not talking?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Well glad that you don't care," he remarked.

When October came around I had more things to worry about then Malfoy deciding that I wasn't' good enough to talk to. Mab visited, again, and I was given a task to do. Even though I was in the body of an eleven year old she still expected me to fulfill my duties of the Winter Knight. Karrin looked worried about me.

"This could get you killed," she told me.

"I know that, but I have duties to do," I told her.

She sighed.

"I don't have to tell you to be careful," she said, "Because if you die, again, I'll come and kick your ass in the afterlife."

I believed that she would.

I used a transporting spell that I had created to leave the castle and head to Peru. Mab wanted an artifact from some priest. I arrived in a jungle and sighed. I really hate these kinds of places. I kept on my toes and thankfully the only animals that were around were the normal kind. This told me that either he was waiting for me or he didn't know that I was coming. Either way would be good for me.

When I came upon where he was supposed to be at I found out the reason that I wasn't having any problems. The priest was dead and had been dead for a long time. The artifact was there and I took it. The woman that told me about his death told me that he had been dead for thirty years.

"How did he die?" I asked.

"Magic," she answered. "His magic wasn't strong enough to defeat the one that came for him."

"What was his name?"

"The person that killed him or the priest?"

"The man that killed him."

"I don't find out his name, but he looked like a snake."

My gut told me that I knew exactly who it was. I left, turned the artifact in to Mab, and told her what had happened. She looked at me with those cat eyes.

"I don't like this," she said.

"I agree," I told her. "And I'm going to say that it's safe to assume that Tom Riddle is the one that killed him."

"At least he didn't get the artifact," I told her. "By the way, what is it?"

"Nothing that concerns you," she told me.

I had a feeling that it would soon concern me.

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A/N: I made a couple of mistakes during the last chapter. I think it was due to me being tired. No, Harry doesn't have the charm….yet and Harry talked once in place of Bob. I really need to do these chapters when I'm not back from work and dead tired.