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FINAL CHAPTER! I cant believe it! Year One is over! I'm sooo happy! Now I feel Hermione and Emily combining their brains can figure out the whole Stone/Quirell fiasco faster than in the actual book. Go Mrs. Weasley, you tell your son! Okay, enjoy this last chapter!

Chapter Eleven

When Hermione, Lavender, and Parvati came back, they offered to hex Ron but I waved it off. I didn't see the point. Plus, the breakfast after holidays ended, when all the students were there, a red envelope came to Ron. Fred and George smirked and winked at me as Ron winced while he opened it.

"RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU! THAT NECKLACE WAS FOR EMILY YET YOU YANKED IT OFF HER NECK AS IF IT BELONGED TO YOU! JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE SAID THEY WISHED FOR A PICTURE! I SWEAR THAT WHEN YOU GET BACK HOME, YOU WILL BE CLEANING UNTIL SCHOOL STARTS AGAIN! IF I HEAR OF ONE MORE INNCIDENT LIKE THIS, I WILL TAKE YOU STRAIGHT HOME AND YOU CAN START EARLY! And Emily, you're very welcome for the present."

The letter tore itself up and it was silent. My lips twitched but then I heard hysterical laughter. It was Hermione, her arms wrapped around her middle as she laughed. Then Lavender and Parvati. It spread to Neville, Seamus, and Dean. Then Oliver, Angelina, Alicia, Katie, and Lee. It spread until all of Gryffindor, except Harry and Ron, were laughing. I was amazed when it went to Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Even Slytherin started laughing. I could see some of the teachers holding back their laughter too. Ron was red with anger as he looked at me, Fred, and George. Even Harry looked a little put out. It took ten minutes for everyone to calm down fully.

"What was that?" I asked.

"A howler. It's a letter that when you open it, the person who sent it starts yelling their note. You can also make it softer as she did when talking to you." George said with a grin and Fred nodded.

"Did you know she would send a howler?"

"Oh yeah, she always does when something happens here that isn't right." Fred looked at George. "We probably got twenty our first year."

"But, Ron deserved it."

"Thanks."

"No problem." George grinned and wrapped his arm around my waist.

"I have a theory about why Professor Quirell said 'master'." Hermione said as we worked on a potions assignment. I looked over and she pulled out a book. "When I read about the different histories of the wizarding world, after I found out about being a witch, I read about you-know-who. He had followers called Death Eaters. Now think, what would be another name to a follower for their leader."

I thought before my eyes widened. "Master."

"Exactly! Maybe Professor Quirell was talking to you-know-who."

"But, Voldemort was killed when Harry and I were babies. How does that work?"

"How do two one year olds kill a Dark Lord, only rivaled by Professor Dumbledore? Maybe he didn't really die!" I caught up where she was heading.

"And maybe Professor Quirell is…hiding Voldemort. But where could he?"

Hermione and I thought before we both seemed to get it. "His turban!"

"Maybe, maybe Voldemort somehow, latched onto Professor Quirell. Like a leech! He didn't really die but just almost did!"

"Now, can we tell a teacher?"

"We need to go to Dumbledore."

She nodded and we luckily caught Dumbledore going to his office that Hermione somehow found.

"Can I help you two?"

"Professor, we need to talk to you. It's really urgent." I said and he nodded before saying a password to a stone Gargoyle.

His office was amazing, with all kinds of different items. They were whizzing, whistling, spinning, and blowing steam. There were multiple portraits on the wall of what I figured were past Headmasters.

"Now, what is so urgent?" He asked as we sat across from him.

"Well, I had been walking past Professor Quirells' classroom last semester and heard him say 'I'm sorry master' and a hissing sound replying 'you're pathetic'. It was very curious so Emily and I looked into it more."

I continued. "Lord Voldemort had followers called Death Eaters and another word for a leader is master. Everyone thinks that Harry and I killed Voldemort when we were babies, but how can two one year olds kill a dark lord who almost rivaled your powers? It didn't make sense."

Hermione spoke again. "So we thought, maybe he didn't die but almost did and somehow…latched himself onto Professor Quirell and is hidden behind his turban."

Dumbledore studied us. "Please don't think we're crazy. It's just a theory but it kind of makes sense."

"You both are very smart. I believe you." He frowned. "I wanted to keep this secret until it was time for you and Harry to know but I feel you deserve to know as you have, technically, figured it out yourself. Lord Voldemort was not destroyed as known, but was turned into nothing but a solid soul of sorts. I expected this would happen but wished it hadn't entered the school."

"So, you don't think we're mad?"

"No, Emily, I do not." He smiled. "You have done some good for this school and will be rewarded. Now I must speak to Professor Quirell."

"Thank you Professor." Hermione said and I grinned as we left.

"We solve mysteries pretty well."

"We should do it for a living." I laughed and Hermione grinned as we headed to the common room.

….

I felt bad for Neville, but not Harry and Ron. It was them two who cost us one hundred and fifty house points. Poor Neville was a helpless victim. I only stopped the glaring when it was aimed at Neville and that's when people learned not to mess with my friends.

"You know why we have a substitute for Defense?" George asked and I caught eyes with Hermione who smirked.

"No idea. Maybe Professor Dumbledore realized what a joke he is."

"You can't lie with me. What happened?"

"Nothing."

"Mmhmm." His hand started to go for my side and I realized what he wanted to do.

"Okay! Just don't show anything as Hermione thinks only me, her, and Dumbledore know."

"Go on."

"Well, we discovered that Professor Quirell was hiding what remain of Voldemort on the back of his head."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"You heard me."

"That's crazy!"

"Well Dumbledore believed us and it seemed it's true if Quirell isn't here."

"So, you technically saved everyone from you-know-who?"

"Well, Hermione and I."

"That's amazing!" That fond expression came and this time the blush came out and he grinned.

…...

Even with Harry winning the Quidditch game, Slytherin was still to win the house cup. The end-of-year feast was subdued until-

"Yes, Slytherin has won but I believe some last minute points are deserved." Everyone went silent and we watched curiously. "To two of the best mystery solvers who have probably saved this school, I award Hermione Granger and Emily Potter two hundred points each." It was silent as everyone looked at us. Hermione blushed and I wasn't too far behind. "As such, I believe a change in scenery is in order."

He clapped his hands and the green and silver banners turned to red and gold and the Slytherin snake turned into a Gryffindor lion. It was still silent until Gryffindor started cheering. Then Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, I figured it was because Slytherin had lost. Only Hermione, George, and I really knew what Dumbledore meant but as I was hugged and patted on the back, I didn't care what they thought it was about.

"You going to be okay this summer?" Lavender asked. "Being just you and Harry?"

"Eh, I'll do my best." I shrugged but smiled. I heard Zuzza hiss in agreement and I knew I wouldn't be alone with all of it.

"See ya, Emily!"

"You better come back with more stories!"

"See you next year!"

I grinned at all the random goodbyes. I followed Hermione out of the barrier. I spotted Mrs. Weasley instantly and gave her a hug, shocking the woman before hugging me back.

"Thank you for the sweater and cookies." I said as I pulled back and she smiled warmly.

"It was a pleasure to make them, Emily."

Suddenly I was spun around. I stumbled. "Dammit Weasley!"

George grinned and gave me a hug. I pinked slightly and he chuckled when he pulled back.

"Bye Emily." He said with a wink and walked to where his family was. I shook my head just as I heard a familiar grunt.

"C'mon girl. We haven't all day." I looked over to see the Dursleys and Harry waiting. I sighed and waved to Hermione before pushing my trunk towards them.

Hopefully I could make the best out of this summer.

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