Harry Potter is not mine, the original story is from Maritza chan and I have help translating/editing it from ArwenFairTinuviel. I'm just making this for fun.
Hello! Here I have a new chapter for you, enjoy!
Harry was walking at night through the corridors of Hogwarts. He felt unusually sad, without any particular reason. They had won the Quidditch game but he felt very empty. He would definitely have been happier if Sirius had come to watch him play, or better yet, his father. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't see Filch, who had been searching for him for two weeks now, convinced that he had blown up a toilet with his friends, and so any excuse to catch him was excellent. To make matters worse for Harry, Filch not only caught him wandering around after curfew, but once again by the door to the forbidden corridor on the third floor.
He sent Harry off to the Headmaster's office with a triumphant smile.
"Harry Potter…" Harry sat, scared, on a chair in front of the Headmaster's desk when Dumbledore greeted him. "Do you know why you're here?"
"Because I was walking at night after curfew," he said shyly.
"No. Because you blew up a toilet – "
"Oh," Harry muttered, reddening.
" – on every floor of the castle," Dumbledore continued.
"I didn't do it alone! And the one on the top floor was all Fred and George's doing!" Harry retorted quickly.
"So…" Dumbledore said calmly, "your punishment..." They were interrupted by a soft knock on the door and Dumbledore went to see who was calling. It gave Harry time to gaze round at the whole office, and after a while he caught sight of something poking out of the door of a cupboard. Without even thinking, he took it his hand. It was an invisibility cloak.
The Headmaster had finished talking to the caller so Harry quickly sat on the invisibility cloak and decided to pretend that nothing had happened.
Dumbledore surveyed him silently for a moment, his blue eyes piercing into Harry. "I'm very disappointed in you, Harry," he said softly.
"I – I don't understand, sir."
"You should appreciate what we have and not go about doing these things in school."
"Yes, sir."
"And I would be very happy to give you that magnificent cloak, if only you would ask for it politely." Harry's cheeks burned the colour of a tomato.
"Wh- How did you know, sir?"
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, and with a twist of unease in his stomach Harry felt sure that Dumbledore could tell much of what he was thinking. But Dumbledore just smiled. "That cloak belonged to your father."
"My father?" Harry looked eagerly at the cloak in his hands and then at the Headmaster. "Would you really give it to me, sir?"
"Of course, it belongs in your family, but you must promise that you and your friends will no longer do any mischief for the remainder of the year."
"Sure, I promise!" Harry obliged immediately. "So, sir, will you let me have it?" he asked, still incredulous that he could own something so amazing.
"Certainly, Harry, and Mr. Filch will decide on your detention."
But the punishment didn't matter at all to Harry. He possessed something that had belonged to his father and was now his alone. He ran out of the office in delight.
Behind him, Albus sighed. "What have I done?" he muttered, and then gave a chuckle of amusement.
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"Wow!" exclaimed Richard and Charles upon seeing the invisibility cloak.
"Yes, and it belonged to my father, you know?" Harry was beside himself with happiness and eager to show off his treasure to his friends.
"That could work wonders…" Charles's face expressed a brightness that Harry was wary of.
"We can't."
"What do you mean?" Charles complained.
"Well, I promised Dumbledore that if he gave it to me, we would not do anything bad for the rest of the year."
"But – but that's an eternity!" Charles whined.
"Well, it's worth it."
"We do have a bad enough reputation already," said Richard evenly.
"Do we? You're never in detention," Charles scowled.
"Well, I think up the jokes anyway. Let's keep to Harry's promise, and when we get home our parents will forget our previous mischief-making and we won't get punished over the summer," Richard said, the last thought only now occurring to him.
"That would be great," Harry seconded.
"Well, okay then…" Charles had no choice but to accept.
There were only ten weeks left until the exams and Neville was happy to have Hermione as a friend. Ron could not say the same. She had harried them to study and Neville did, leaving Ron alone and so he finished studying too.
It was on one of those days in the Library when they saw Hagrid and wondered what on earth he was looking up in a book. When they went to his hut, they found that he possessed a dragon egg and was intently incubating it. That left them incredibly worried, both because it was an illegal activity and because he lived in a wooden house. But things didn't stop there. Apparently Malfoy heard them talking and was so nosy that he spied on the birth of Norbert, the dragon, and now walked past them with a Machiavellian smile on his face every time he saw them.
Soon they were spending most of their spare time helping Hagrid to feed the growing dragon. And then Neville came up with the bright idea to send it to Charlie, one of the older brothers of Ron, who worked with dragons. He sent an owl and Charlie responded immediately, in full acceptance of the plan. Now the problem was how to move to Norberto tallest tower without being seen…
They decided to use the spell that would make them invisible, but they would have to move very quickly because its effect weakened too quickly. And so it happened. It was a miracle that Hermione and Neville managed to take Norbert up there without being caught (Ron was in the Hospital Wing) because Neville was constantly getting lost and falling on the false steps. Then they went down with their hearts happy and free, not noticing that they were no longer invisible – but Filch did. He took them to McGonagall's office and imminently she arrived, pulling along Harry by the ear. It seemed he had gone to find Neville to warn him that Malfoy was going to set a trap and by coincidence the teacher found him, for he had forgotten in the heat of the moment that he had the Invisibility Cloak.
Now they had lost 150 points from Gryffindor and surely, thought Harry, Dumbledore wouldn't give him any more chances. For the first time since coming to Hogwarts, Harry was disappointed in Neville.
Neville was hated by nearly everyone, people set traps for him and called him rude names, Hermione ignored, and Harry was shunned by the rest of the Quidditch team. Charles complained at why he had to follow the rules when Harry clearly didn't, and Richard said nothing, which made Harry feel even worse. All this rubbish happened for trying to help.
One better morning, Neville was on his way to study in the Library with the others, but he got lost and ended up hearing Professor Quirrell arguing with someone. He didn't dare to see with whom, but he was pretty sure it was with Snape. If Quirrell was the only one refusing to reveal what protection he had put in place to guard the Stone, Snape would surely soon steal it – but none of them could do anything about it.
They received the notes detailing their detentions that morning. They would be going into the Forbidden Forest. At least along the way Harry would be able to enjoy seeing the look of fear in Draco's face, for he had also been punished on the same night as the others, for prowling about, no doubt to spy on Neville. And so everything got a lot better. Harry and his friends had dreamed alongside the Weasley twins to enter the Forbidden Forest, but to be left alone at night there with a petrified Draco, was absolutely priceless.
Harry was left in there with Draco and Fang. He just couldn't contain himself. He slipped and took Draco by surprise, making him jump out of his skin and shoot up sparks in alarm, besides punching Harry. When Hagrid found the two of them, they were in the middle of a fight, so the groups were reassigned.
Neville was now next to Draco and trembled like a leaf in the wind. Suddenly they saw the dead unicorn in a clearing and a hooded figure drinking its blood. Malfoy ran away with the dog, screaming in terror, while Neville's legs just wouldn't respond. He was practically in shock as the figure approached him menacingly and dripping with blood. His scar was burning like fire.
But a centaur saved Neville and took him on his back to safety. Mounted on Firenze and with some distance put between him and the terrifying figure, he concluded that Voldemort wanted the Philosopher's Stone and that Snape was going to seize it for him, not for himself. All this he told Hermione and Ron at dawn, scared as ever, but Hermione using her good judgment consoled him, reassuring him that while Dumbledore was there the Stone would be safe. And so they went to sleep.
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