Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the characters! Except Evan and Michael, I made them up.

Evan was tired. That was the best way to put it. It was June and she was going over the last couple of months that lead her to being here. She thought about when Hagrid's egg had hatched and they had to help him take care of it, which was hell. In the end, they had to send the dragon to Charlie Weasley in Romania. But they couldn't do it in broad daylight; of course, they had to sneak out at night. Hermione and Harry insisted on being the ones to do this, no matter how much Evan, Fred, or George offered to go instead. But, they got caught. They had the cloak, which made them invisible to the human eye, and they still got caught! Thinking back on it, Evan figured she should've made them take the map, too.

Fifty points were taken away from both of them, and another first year, Neville Longbottom, had gotten caught too. What he was doing was a mystery to Evan, and she really didn't care to find out. Some little Slytherin named Draco Malfoy had been caught on the same night, too. After this the three Gryffindors hadn't been talked to by another other Gryffindor except themselves, Ron, and Evan. It toke her a while to get the twins to talk to them, too. Hermione and Neville were upset by this, of course, but not as much as Harry. He was purely depressed. And just after he had gotten all that fame for winning the two Quidditch games just to lose it as soon as he turned around for trying to help a friend. She really couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

But, while serving detention for the mishap, he had an encounter with Voldermont. Yeah, not anything like the detentions I had when I was his age. Voldermont had been living off of unicorn blood, which is something only a desperate person with nothing to lose does. Now Harry is certain that Snape is not trying to get the Stone for himself, but for Voldermont. Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George believe him, too. But Evan isn't sure; she doesn't really think that Dumbledore would let him teach at Hogwarts if he was a Death Eater. When she tried to mention this to the others, they ignored her. So, she gave up trying to convince them.

But not long ago, they found out that Hagrid had let slip to a hooded-figure that to get past Fluffy, you have to play music. They were all certain that it was Snape. Fred and George weren't there because they were at detention, but the other four went looking for Dumbledore to find that he wasn't at the school. Now they were certain that Snape was going to try and get it that night. They hadn't bothered to go get the twins and had gone ahead by themselves.

As they reached the third floor covered in the Invisibility Cloak, they ran into Peeves.

"Who's there?" he said suddenly as they climbed toward him. He narrowed his wicked black eyes. "Know you're there, even if I can't see you. Are you ghoulie or ghostie or wee student beastie?" He rose up in the air and floated there, squinting at them.

"Should call Filch, I should, if something's a-creeping around unseen."

Evan panicked. She knew what to do, but wasn't able to do it herself. She wasn't very good at mimicking sounds. She looked down at Harry and saw he had the same idea.

"Peeves," he said in a hoarse whisper." the Bloody Baron has his reasons for being invisible."

Peeves almost fell out of the air in shock. He caught himself just in time and hovered about a foot of the stairs.

"So sorry, your bloodiness, Mr. Baron, sir," he said greasily. "My mistake, my mistake- I didn't see you- of course I didn't, you're invisible - forgive old Peevsie for his little joke, sir."

"I have business here tonight, Peeves," croaked Harry. "Stay away from this place tonight."

"I will, sir, I most certainly will," said Peeves, rising up in the air again. "Hope your business goes well, Baron, I'll not bother you." And he scooted off.

"Brilliant, Harry," said Ron.

Evan patted him on the back, "Good job."

They reached the door and went inside. Fluffy looked up when they entered the room and sniffed. He couldn't see them, but he was determined to find them.

"Look at what's at its feet!" exclaimed Hermione. They looked and saw a harp.

"Snape must've left it there," said Ron.

"Harry, you got the flute?" asked Evan. Harry had gotten a flute from Hagrid for Christmas and that was what they planned to use to get past Fluffy. He nodded and began to play.

Evan opened the trap door and looked down. She couldn't see anything.

"What do you see?" asked Ron.

"Nothing, just... black. You go on ahead," she said motioning towards the hole.

"No way am I going first!"

"Actually the one who goes first is the safest because the last one would have to stop playing before they jump," said Hermione. Ron jumped without further arguing.

Then Hermione jumped and Evan turned to Harry. They were the only ones left. "Give me the flute," she ordered

He looked at her as if she was crazy.

"Give me the flute!" she repeated. He shook his head and motioned for her to go ahead.

"Oh, honestly. I'm the oldest, do you really think I'm going to let you take that risk?" she toke the flute away from him and began playing as soon as the music stopped. Fluffy fidgeted in his sleep at the temporary silence, but didn't awaken.

Harry looked at her before jumping down in to the darkness. She approached the edge and heard her little brother reaching whatever was at the end of the pit and heard them yelling for her to jump. She stopped playing, put the flute in her pocket, and heard a gigantic roar and she leaped.

She landed in a pile of plants. She heard Hermione say, "Oh, come on, you two, stop moving, it will only make it worse!"

"Make it worse!" yelled Ron.

Evan looked down and saw the plant trying to wrap its way around her body. She instantly stood up and struggled her way towards to the damp wall where Hermione was standing. "Devil's Snare..." she whispered.

"Oh, yes, we know what it's called, but how do we get out of it!" yelled Harry.

"Fire or sunlight," she answered and pulled out her wand. She muttered the incantation and flames erupted from the tip of her wand fell towards the plant. It moved away from the warmth and light so Harry and Ron could get free.

"Thanks," all three of them said at the same time.

She nodded, "It's something you learn in first year Herbology. But no one really remembers it until second year because it isn't required until then and you spend little time learning it in first year."

They turned and went down a passageway until they reached a brightly light chamber. In the chamber were several birds flying around above their heads. On the other side was an old rusted door that appeared to be locked. They each tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge, it was Alohomora proof.

They looked around the room. Harry and Evan squinted at the birds and saw they weren't birds at all, they were keys! That must mean that you had to find the right one to open up the door... And there were even brooms in the corner.

"How do we find the right one, though?" asked Ron. "There has to be thousands of them."

"Just look for one old-fashioned and silver," responded Hermione. "It'll be like the handle on the door."

After a while, Harry and Evan found it. It was old and had a broken wing, making it stand out amongst the other keys. Evan guessed the fact it was broken meant that it had already been caught by Snape.

"Ron, you go at it from above, Hermione you from below. Evan and I are going to try and catch it, me from the left, and you from the right."

Evan nodded and got on the other side of the key. Ron dived and Hermione rocketed upwards, but it dodged them both. Both Evan and Harry caught it at the same time, pressing it in between their palms. Evan grinned at him and let go so Harry could hold it properly.

"How come you didn't try out for Seeker?" he asked as Hermione unlocked the door. "You're just as good as me, and I bet there is somebody who could take over your chaser position."

She shrugged. "I like chasing better. Although, I was going to tell Wood I'd try out for it after he couldn't find anybody at tryouts, but you came along first. I was relieved, I really like chasing better."

He nodded as Hermione let go and the wing fluttered off, even more damaged after being caught twice.

The next was very dark when they opened the door, but when they stepped inside it flooded with light. What they saw astonished them. It was a gigantic life-sized chess set. Forget life-sized, it was bigger than any real full grown men they had ever seen. They were standing behind the black chessmen and facing them from across the room was white chessmen. They shivered when they saw the white chessmen had no faces.

"So, we play our way across the room?" asked Evan.

The rest shrugged and Ron stepped forward and asked the knight closest to them, "So... do we have to play to get out of here?" It nodded.

Ron stood thinking for a second, "Right, Evan, I don't know about you, and no offense but you two aren't very good at chess."

"No, we don't take offense its true," said Harry.

"And I'm no better than Harry," added Evan.

"Right. Well, Harry you be bishop and you can be the castle next to him, Hermione. Evan you can be the other bishop."

"What about you?" asked Hermione.

"I'll be a knight."

The chessmen must've been listening because when he said this, two bishops, a castle and a knight stepped out of line and they take their place.

They soon found out that this was exactly like wizard's chess. When a piece was taken out it was smashed and dragged off the board by the piece that toke it. A few times, they were each close to being smashed into oblivion.

After a while Ron muttered, "We're nearly there. Let me think- let me think..."

The white queen turned and looked at him. "Yes, it's the only way. I have to sacrifice myself."

"NO!" yelled Evan, Harry, and Hermione at the same time.

"That's chess!" he yelled back. "You have to make sacrifices to win. One more step forward and she'll take me leaving you to take the queen, Harry."

"But-"

"Do you want to stop Snape or what?"

"Ron-"

"Look, if you don't hurry up Snape will already have the stone!"

There was no alternative.

"Ready?" asked Ron. "Here I go, now don't hang around once you've won."

Ron stepped forward and the queen pounced. It struck him around the head with its stone arm. He fell to the ground knocked out. Hermione and Evan screamed but didn't move from their spots. Harry moved three spaces to the left and the white king toke of his crown and threw it at Harry's feet. The chessman bowed and parted and with one look at Ron, the three stepped forward into the next room.

It stank. They smelled before they smelled it. When they did, they saw it was a troll, bigger than the one the first years had fought on Halloween. It was already knocked out and they continued into the next room.

Expecting something terrible, they were shocked when all they saw was a lone room with a table that had seven bottles of potions on it. After they stepped over the doorway it caught on fire. No ordinary fire, it was purple. At the same time, black flames shot up in the next doorway leading to the next room. They were trapped.

"Look!" Hermione seized a roll of paper lying next to the bottles. Harry looked her shoulder to read it:

Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind,

Of us will help you, whichever you would find,

One among us seven will let you move ahead,

Another will transport the drinker back instead,

Two among our number hold only nettle wine,

Three of us are killers, waiting hidden in line.

Choose, unless you wish to stay forevermore,

To help you in your choice, we have you these clues four:

First, however slyly the potion tries to hide

You will always find some on nettle wine's left side;

Second, different are those who stand at either end,

But if you would move onward, neither is your friend;

Third, as you see clearly, all are different size,

Neither dwarf nor giant holds death in their insides;

Fourth, the second left and the second on the right

Are twins once you taste them, though different at first sight.

"Brilliant!" said Hermione. "It's not magic, it's logic! That's great!"

"Smart of Snape," Evan agreed. "Not many wizards, even the greatest, have real logic; they don't need it with magic. They'd be stuck in here forever."

"So would we, right?" asked Harry.

"Of course not, everything we need is right here in this page," said Hermione and her and Evan began to think it out, looking back in forth between the page and pointing at the different bottles murtting things.

Then they announced at the same time, "The smallest bottle will get us through the black fire - towards the Stone."

They looked at the smallest bottle. It had very little left in it. Two people could drink from it if they only toke little drops from it.

"Which one lets you go through the purple fire?" asked Harry.

Hermione pointed at a rounded bottle at the right end of the line.

"You drink that," said Evan. Hermione started to protest, but Harry continued for his sister.

"Listen, get back and get Ron, you need to get him to Madam Pomfrey."

Evan said, "You can use the brooms from the key-flying room to get back to the surface and past Fluffy. Send either mine or Harry's owl to Dumbledore about what happened."

"Be quick," warned Harry. "Neither me nor Evan are a match for Snape, not even together. But we might hold him off long enough."

"But what if You-Know-How's in there?" asked Hermione.

"We got lucky once," said Evan.

"Maybe we'll get lucky again," agreed Harry.

Hermione looked between the two of them as her lip trembled. Then she threw her arms around their necks.

"Hermione!"

"You're a great wizard Harry. And you the most wonderful witch ever, Evan."

"Not as great as you," said Harry, very embarrassed as she let them go.

"Me!" said Hermione. "Books! And cleverness! There are more important things, friendship and braveness, oh, be careful!"

"You drink first," said Harry. "You two do know which is which, don't you?"

"Of course!" said Evan while rolling her eyes.

Hermione nodded and downed the potion she was supposed to drink and shuddered.

"It's not poison?" asked Harry.

"No, but it tastes like ice."

"Good, go before it wears off,"

"Good luck, take care-"

"GO!" said Evan and Harry at the same time.

Hermione turned and walked through the purple fire, disappearing.

Evan picked up the smallest bottle and toke a sip. She handed it to Harry and he drank what was left.

They faced the black fire and Evan asked Harry, "Are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be," said Harry and started to step forward.

"Wait," she said and stared into space. It looked as if she was in some sort of trance, but Harry knew she was just thinking.

"What?"

"It's not Snape in there."

"Huh?"

"Remember my first dream? About me, you, and Quirell in a big room that looked like Hogwarts but I've never seen it before?"

"So you think-"

"Yeah. My dream is about to come true," and they stepped forward together.

When they entered the next room, he saw Evan was right. The room even looked exactly as she described it, with the mirror in the middle.

"I wondered if I'd be meeting you two here, Potters," he said calmly.

Neither of them moved or said anything. Evan's face was stuck on a cold, glaring expression while Harry's showed absolute shock that his sister was correct.

"So... it was you and not... Snape..."

"Ah, yes Snape. He does fit the role doesn't he? It was convenient to have him swooping around like an over-grown bat. Next to him, would suspect p-p-poor st-stuttering P-Professor Quirell?"

Despite what Evan had told him before hand, Harry couldn't take it in.

"But Snape tried to kill me-"

"No he didn't, Harry," said Evan.

"What?"

"Snape was muttering the counter curse. It was Quirell who was doing the actual curse. Hermione must've knocked over Quirell or distracted him with that fire she conjured.

"Smart girl, Evan, smart girl. When did you figure it all out?"

"Just a moment ago," admitted Evan. "Right before we entered this room. You do a good job covering yourself up, Quirell."

"So, Snape was trying to save me?" asked Harry, who was obviously stunned over that.

"Of course," said Quirell coolly. "Why did you think he wanted to referee your next match? He was trying to make sure I didn't try it again. Funny really... he needn't have bothered. I couldn't have done anything with Dumbledore watching. All the other teachers thought he was trying to keep Gryffindor from winning. He did make himself very unpopular. What a waste of time, when after all that, I'm going to kill you tonight."

Throughout his speech, Evan had been slowly drawing out her wand. Quirell snapped his fingers and Evan moved out of the way, while Harry was wrapped up in ropes. Only less than half a minute later, he got ropes around Evan too.

"You are too nosy to live, Potters. Scurrying around the school on Halloween like that, for all I knew, you'd seen me coming to look at what was guarding the Stone."

"So it was you who let that troll in. Figures, since your challenge was defeating a troll. Thanks for getting that out of our way," even when she's tied up, and threatened with her life, Evan still had a sharp tongue.

"Yes, I do have a specialty with them. Unfortunately, while everyone else was running around looking for it, Snape, who already suspected me, went straight to the third floor, to head me off. And not only did my troll fail to beat you to death, but that ruddy dog didn't even manage to bite off Snape's leg properly.

"Now, wait, Potters. I need to examine this interesting mirror," he finished, motioning toward the Mirror of Erised.

"This mirror is the key to finding the Stone," Quirell murmured, tapping his way around the frame. "Trust Dumbledore to find something like this... but he's in London... I'll be far away by the time he gets back..."

Evan looked at Harry and he began talking, doing the only thing he could think of doing to keep Quirell from focusing on the mirror.

"I saw you and Snape talking in the forest-"

"Yes," Quirell said idly. "He was onto me by that time..."

Evan stopped listening to whatever they were talking about and began focusing on how to get out the ropes and how to find the Stone. It obviously had something to do with the mirror, but what? How could it do something to give them the Stone? Maybe it had something to do with what you wanted. Quirell was seeing himself presenting the Stone to Voldermont, and she and Harry would see their parents... Or would they? Right now, Evan wanted to get the stone a lot more than she wanted a mum and dad. And maybe, if she could get in front of the mirror, she could she herself finding the Stone. And if she saw herself finding it, she's where it is! It was a long shot, but she had to try.

She was not close to the mirror at all, but if she wobbled just right, she could do it. She began moving her feet like a penguin towards Harry, who was just a little bit to the right of the mirror, but didn't get two feet before falling over. Quirell didn't notice this, but Harry did and tried to do same thing she tried to do, but had no better luck.

She heard Quirell say to himself, "What does this mirror do? How does it work? Help me, Master!"

To their horror a voice came from Quirell that was not Quirell's. And his lips weren't moving when the voice said, "Use the children... Use the children..."

Quirell whirled around and said, "Yes, Potters, come here," he clapped his hands and their binding fell off. They slowly got to their feet.

"Come here," repeated Quirell. "Look in the mirror and tell me what you see."

They walked toward them and with one glance at her brother; she saw they were on the same page. They had to look and lie about what they saw.

They stood side by side, looking into the mirror like they did on the winter nights over break. At first they only saw their own reflections but then they saw Evan reach into her pocket and pull out a blood-red stone. She winked and gave it to Harry, who put it in his pocket. At the same moment, Harry felt something heavy drop into his real pocket. Evan, who was standing close to him, could feel it, too.

"Well," said Quirell impatiently, "What do you see?"

They lied and Harry said, "I see myself shaking hands with Professor. I've won the house cup for Gryffindor."

Quirell looked at Evan, "I see myself kissing a boy from my year."

Quirell cursed, "Get out of my way," he said. As they moved aside, it crossed both their minds they could make a dash for it and get back to the surface. But they didn't get five paces before the strange voice from before said, "They lie... They lie..."

"Potters came back here! Tell me the truth!"

"Let me speak to them... face-to-face,"

"Master you are not strong enough!"

"I have enough strength... for this..."

Evan and Harry felt rooted to the spot while Quirell began unwrapping his turbin. Evan had a guess what was under there now, and the thought made her sick.

She was right. A small little shriek came from her and she covered her mouth with her hands while Harry stood motionless next to her. On the back of Quirell's head was a face. A terrible face that was chalk white with red eyes and slits for a nose, like a snake. It was Voldermont's face, just like she had seen it in another dream in a graveyard.

"Evan Potter and Harry Potter..." it whispered.

"Do you see what I have become? Mere shadow and vapor... I form only when I can share another's body... but there has always been those willing to share their hearts and minds... Unicorn blood has strengthened me, these past weeks... you saw faithful Quirell drinking it for me in the forest... and once I have the Elixir of Life, I will be able to create a body of my own... Now... why don't you give me that stone in your pocket?"

So he knew. The feeling suddenly surged back into Evan and Harry's legs and they stumbled backwards.

"Don't be fools..." snarled the face. "Better to be alive and join me... Or you'll meet the same end as your parents... They died begging me for mercy."

"LIAR!" shouted both Potters at the same time.

"How touching," it hissed. "I always value bravery... Yes, children, your parents were brave... I killed your father first, and he put up a courageous fight... but your mother needn't have died... she was trying to protect you two... Now give me the Stone, unless you want her to have died in vain."

"NEVER!"

They sprang toward the flame door, but Voldermont screamed "SEIZE THEM!" and the next second, both Harry and Evan felt Quirell's hands close on their wrists. At once, a needle-sharp pain seared across their scars; Evan's head felt as if it were going to burst and Harry felt the same. They yelled and struggled and Quirell let go. The pain lessened.

"Seize them, SEIZE THEM!" yelled Voldermont and Quirell lounged for them again, wrapping a hand around each of their necks. They were nearly blinded by pain in their foreheads, but they could hear Quirell's howls of pain. His hands were blistered, red, raw, burned, and shiny.

"Master, I cannot hold them, my hands - my hands!"

"Then kill them, you fool, and be done!"

But before Quirell could, both Harry and Evan reached up and placed their palms against his face. He screamed his face now in the same condition of his hands. They jumped to their feet and began holding on to his arms and feet. The pain in their heads was becoming unbearable, but they could hear Voldermont yelling, "KILL THEM! KILL THEM! KILL THEM!" Quirell's arm disappeared from Evan's hands. He didn't fight his way loose, she didn't release him; his arm had crumbled in her very hands. She could hear other voices in the distance.

"Evan! Harry! Evan! Harry!"

Harry she thought. Harry! Was Harry alright?

"Harry?" it came out as a croak, but she meant to yell out her brother's name.

Then everything faded to black.