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Chapter 7: Year One Part 3

Harry frowns as he walks into Potions class and sits down at a table, ignoring the leering of the Slytherin students. He waits patiently for his brother to arrive so that the show can finally begin.

Charles arrives and it plays out just like before, with Snape asking advanced questions, in an effort to make Charles look stupid. Afterwards, they begin potion brewing and Charles does manage some moderate measure of success, while Ron makes a complete idiot out of himself. Afterwards, they finally walk outside and meet with Madam Hooch.

"Alright, when I give you the signal, I want you to lift your want hand over the broom and say "up.""

She waits for a few moments before she nods her head, signaling them to proceed. Harry puts his hand over the broom and calls out, making the broom shoot up off the ground and into his hand.

He sends a look to Neville, making the body secretly nod. Neville pretends to lose control of the broom, same as before. Madam Hooch leaves to take Neville to Madam Pomphrey's office, while Charles has his altercation with Malfoy.

Harry smirks as he sits in the library, reading a copy of Magical Creatures and Where to Find Them, when Charles and Ron rush over to him.

"Harry, you're not going to believe what happened."

He smirks, "You were offered the position of seeker of the Quidditch team."

"I've been offered the position of seeker on the Quidditch team."

Charles and Ron blink owlishly as Harry continues to smirk at them.

Harry pats Charles' head like he's a dog, "There, there Charles, we all have to grow up sometime."

Charles grumbles and swats his brother's hand away, "Stop that."

Harry closes his both, "So, is there anything else that happened?"

Charles blinks, before pounding his palm, "I almost forgot."

"Malfoy challenged me to a duel."

Harry hums, "I see, and you came to me because you know that dueling is prohibited, unless you have strict permission."

He smirks at the embarrassed looks that appear on their faces. Harry continues to smirk as Charles, Ron and eventually Hermione all lead him to the spot where the duel is supposed to take place. Surprise, surprise, it turns out to be a trap and they all have to flee from Filch and Mrs. Norris.

Harry opens a familiar door, "In here."

They all clammer into the room and they take a deep breath, "I think we're safe."

Suddenly they here a growling noise behind them, they turn around and their eyes widen at the sight on a massive Cerberus snarling at them. Harry secretly counts down in his head.

'3, 2, 1.'

They rest of the group all scream and barrel out of the room, running for their lives back to the common room.

Harry keeps a calm look on his face, but is cackling in his head, 'That was worth every second of it.'

Time passes and Christmas arrives. Harry sighs at the numerous gifts he and his brother have received, it makes no difference to him. He waits out the winter and when spring comes, that's when his plans can continue.

He meets with his brother who tells him about an incident in the forbidden forest, where he served detention with Malfoy.

"So, something has been killing unicorns and drinking their blood?"

Charles nods, "I don't know what it was, but it was horrifying."

Harry cups his chin, "It might have been a vampire."

Charles' eyes widen, "Didn't Professor Quirrell say he was attacked by a vampire?"

Harry yawns as he watches his brother fly through the air, it's the big game between Gryffindor and Slytherin. He looks out of the corner of his eye and spots Professor Quirrell starting to cast an enchantment against Charles.

He looks over at Ron and Hermione start to make their way to Snape, believing him to be the one attacking their friend. He smirks as they manage to set Snape on fire, while also unintentionally putting a stop to Quirrell's sabotage.

Later, Harry is reading up on alchemy, when the idiot trio come up to him.

"Harry, does the name Nicolas Flamel mean anything to you?"

Harry frowns and puts the book back, "Nicolas Flamel is an alchemist that gained legendary status for creating the Philosopher's Stone."

Hermione's eyes widen, "That's it!"

She turns to Harry, "We met with Hagrid and he let it slip that Fluffy, that's the Cerberus, was guarding something."

"It must be the stone; Snape must want the stone for himself."

Ron nods, "It wouldn't surprise me at all."

"That greasy git is an evil bastard."

Charles nods, "We need to get that stone before Snape can."

Harry raises an eyebrow, "And how do you plan to do that?"

Charles rubs his chin, "We'll need to come up with some way to get passed Fluffy."

Hermione snaps her fingers, "We can use music."

"It's just like the saying goes, "music soothes the savage beast.""

Harry grunts, "And just how do you intend do such a thing?"

Charles scratches his head, "I was hoping you had an idea."

Harry arches an eyebrow, but still responds, "There is a special type of magical lyre that specializes is magical creatures."

So, the idiot trio comes up with the plan to sneak into the forbidden wing. Harry hides his presence as he follows the trio past Fluffy and down the path of the devil's snare. Just like before, Charles eventually is forced to leave Ron and Hermione behind as he goes after the stone.

Charles' eyes widen, "Professor Quirrell?"

He chuckles, "What's wrong Potter, not expecting nervous old Quirrell?"

Harry watches on as Charles is forced to look into the mirror of erised, where the stone appears into his pocket.

'Just a little more.'

He waits to make his move when Voldemort, who has infused his soul into Quirrell confronts Charles. Once Charles manages to damage Quirrel's body, he finally steps in. He fires a stunner spell into Charles' back, making him lose consciousness and hit the ground.

He steps forward and reaches his hand down, pulling the stone from his brother's pocket.

"Who are you!?"

He turns an uninterested gaze to Voldemort, who has yet to disappear.

"Wait, I recognize you, you're the other one."

Harry frowns as he begins to draw in energy from the stone. His eyes turn yellow and he waves his hand.

"Begone!"

Voldemort screams in anguish as his spirit dissipates. Harry scoffs and turns his gaze to the stone in his hand.

"Is that it?"

Harry looks over his shoulder to see Shelob walking up to him, "Yes."

She looks down at the stone, "It doesn't look very special."

Harry smirks, "As it is meant to."

"Its simple appearance is the intended effect."

He crushes the stone, and allows its energies to fill him. Once the energy has been completely absorbed, Harry laughs in triumph. With a thought, he successfully transforms into his original armored giant form.

"At long last, I am complete again."

Shelob smirks, "It worked then?"

"Yes, I can feel my powers finally returning." "The first part of my plan is complete."

He turns to her, "Let's go, they'll be here soon."

Charles jolts awake, "You're awake."

He turns to see Harry sitting next to the bed, "Harry?"

Harry shuffles his chair closer, "You okay?"

Charles rubs his head, "What happened?"

Harry shakes his head, "You were found unconscious."

"Ron and Hermione were able to get you to safety."

Charles sighs, "I was wrong, it wasn't Snape."

Harry nods, "I suspected that might be the case."

Suddenly, Dumbledore walks into the room, "Ah, Charles my boy."

He smiles, "I am pleased that you are unharmed."

Charles frowns, "It was Professor Quirrell, he had Lord Voldemort's spirit inside of him."

Dumbledore sighs and nods, "I didn't want to believe it, but I had a feeling that was how it was."

"What about the Philosopher's Stone?"

Charles shakes his head, "I'm not sure."

"I did have the stone, but then something struck me in the back of my head and knocked me unconscious."

Harry tunes out Dumbledore's bullshit speech about love being the reason that Charles survived the attack. He chooses not to say anything, instead focusing on his own plans, which can now move forward.

He rolls his eyes at the cheering of Gryffindor as they are awarded the House Cup. So far, the first year has gone exactly as he expected/planned. Once he goes home for the summer, he will immediately move on to consolidating his future plans.

"Come on Harry!"

Charles rushes towards the train that will take them back to London. Harry frowns as he watches his brother run off like a fool. His frown turns to a smirk as he looks down at the small spider that has appeared on his shoulder. His eyes turn yellow and he begins to laugh as he walks towards the train.

End of chapter 7.