Chapter 21: The Quidditch Cup woke up the next morning and found myself in the Hospital wing, Percy in a chair sleeping next to me. I shook his knee and he woke with a jump; once he saw I was awake, he all but tackled me in a hug. "Oh thank God, I thought I had lost you, you gave me a heart attack! What were you thinking, going after that damn Stone!" Percy shouted at me "Percy, do you know who was after the stone. It was you-know-who, he wanted the stone so he could come back, I almost died to protect the stone and my friends and family" "I'm just glad you're alright. I thought I was going to lose my best friend" After a while, Percy left, saying he would be back later. I was reading a book he had brought me for me when I heard a familiar shout… HARLEY!" He yelled, relieved. "Hey, Lil bro." I said weakly, then glancing at his Quidditch robes "How was the match?" "We won!" He said, suddenly celebratory again, running up and hugging me. "Congratulations!" I said. "Your sister is right. Congratulations are indeed in order." The voice of Professor Dumbledore said behind me. I was patted on the back. Oh, hello, sir." Harry said, turning around "What's happened to Harley?" "I think I and I alone can answer that." I said "Have a seat, Harry." He pulled up a chair and lounged in it "Ok, I could use a good story." Then I explained how wrong he was about Professor Snape. He wasn't trying to nick the Stone, it was Professor Quirell, who had been possessed by Voldemort. But Quirell couldn't touch me, well he could, but it caused him a lot of pain. "So Quirell's dead?" He asked. Dumbledore nodded "And the Stone has been destroyed." I gasped "But, professor, don't Nicholas and his wife need the Stone to stay alive?"

Dumbledore nodded "But they really are ready for death. It's like to them going to bed after a very, very long day. But now isn't the time for that. Don't you have a celebration to go to in the Gryffindor tower, Harry?"