Here is chapter 13. Harry, Terry and Hermione this time actually goes to the stone unlike the last chapter. In chapter 12 I was sort of... you know, unsure how to write it? At least it was written.
Anyway, a response to a reviewer called Mione70. You are right, I did make a mistake there so well done for spotting it. Unfortunately, what is done is done, so I can't really change it anymore. I will try and make this story as accurate as possible with timeline and information... I'm still trying. Glad to hear that apart from that, you kinda like it still, thanks. :)
I reckon that the next chapter might be the last, I don't know. I know I will be publishing a series of funny one-shot's though, so please be prepared. And also, please bear in mind that updates will be much more slower. I have revisions to do... sigh. Well then, thank you so much for reading this author's note and please have a good day!
Previously:
Harry, Terry and Hermione meanwhile were busily preparing for their fight to the stone. They had researched spells and enchantments they thought they were most likely to be met. They had also guessed that the teachers must have put some protection on it and Professor Dumbledore. They didn't know what Dumbledore might have put for protection, but they could hazard a guess to the other teachers. Sprout would likely have some sort of dangerous plant. Snape, some sort of poisonous potion, McGonagall, a dangerous transfigured object they had to fight. Flitwick, something to do with charms. Now Fulffy. Hermione had helpfully remembered something about a Cerberus in Greek mythology. She had also brought some muggle books with her, so they looked it up. It said the only way to get past them was to play a tune. Harry supposed they had to assume they were the same with their magical. They planned to whistle a tune. They didn't know what to do if an other teacher out their protection though... they were still first years after all... who who believe them? So they had decided to go with the stone. Terry, who had grown up with magical parents, had said his parents knew what the war was like. This was why, therefore, they were poring over books. They received a few funny looks their way, but ignored it.
Now they had to plan when to go. Unfortunately, the common room was very crowded tonight as some Ravenclaws were selling butterbeers. Finally though about 01:30 did the common room clear, except for themselves.
"Right," said Harry, excited. "Ready to go?" They left the Common Room under the invisibility cloak, embarking on what they believed, a fight to the Philosopher's Stone with Quirrell.
They met no hindrance to the third door corridor. Yet every shadow of the corridor, every turn, made them feel as they were watched. Every time they turned a corridor, they half expected to see Filch or a a teacher but they were rather lucky. They met no one on their way to the third door corridor.
However, once they reached the third door corridor and were just about to reach to the forbidden door, a sudden but quiet movement made them stop abruptly. Someone must be in this corridor besides them. They squinted around, and backed into a far corner, forgetting that they were invisible. Not daring to light their wands and see who it was for fear of a teacher, they waited, with bated breath. And then...
It was Mrs. Norris, the cat's caretaker. She slinked out from the Charms classroom door and seem to stop. Her yellow eyes gleamed out in the darkness, searching out every move. They stood stock still, terrified. Would an invisibility cloak work on cats? But tyen Mrs. Norris suddenly turned and she slinked out of the corridor, out of sight. They breathed a sigh of relief and moved towards the door.
"Alohomora," incanted Hermione. There was a click, a gentle creak and the door opened.
"Ok," breathed Harry. "Be careful of Fluffy." They stepped over the threshold and the dolr clicked shut. They found themselves face to face with a certain very angry dog on top of a had warned and described how Fluffy looked like, how his matted fur, beastly three heads, its fierce eyes and the immense size of Fluffy that would make your hair stand on end. If Fluffy was terrifying before it was nothing compared to now. The darkness seemed to sharpen his features so that it looked like a mangled beast. It growled warning, it hackles rising in his mouth. Hermione shrieked. Fluffy had pounced on Terry. He had bitten hard into his clothes, barking madly. Harry was sure they would wake up the whole castle.
"Do something!" He whispered to Hermione, but she was still paralysed with fear. Harry too was feeling like an icy feeling had taken place in the pit of his heart.
Come on, just whistle. Sing a tune! Anything!
But Harry couldn't. His throat had suddenly grown very dry, he couldn't do it- and then... Harry, Terry and Hermione broke into song! Harry suddenly began to sing a song . Something about a Christmas carol. Terry suddenly began to sing a very rude Hogwarts song and Hermione began an opera. During this singing, they had no idea what was going on. It was as if someone was forcing them to talk. Fluffy suddenly drooped down and fell fast asleep, snoring. Harry grabbed the trapdoor and they jumped inside. They fell for what seemed like a decade before they reached ground. They finally landed on something soft and springy. Harry guessed that they were several fifty feet below school.
"Great now, Deck the halls with boughs of holly, do you know, Fa la la la la, last- how to-la la la la- to remove this!"
Hermione suddenly said, "Finite (She began singing an opera) Incantatem! Ha!" They stopped singing.
"Thanks Hermione," panted Harry. "Are you alright Terry?"
"Yes," replied Terry panting. "What do you think made us do that Hermione. Hermione?" For Hermione had suddenly leapt back in horror, away form the moving spring landing. Wait, moving? Harry glanced down and was horrified to see coils spinning about him. This was a plant? He desperately tried to wriggle out, but the more he did so, did the plant tighten around him faster.
"Don't move!" cried Hermione. "It's Devil's Snare!"
"Really great, knowing the title," said Terry, his voice muffled. "Help us, will you?"
"I'm trying to remember!" shrieked Hermione. And then... "I just can't think what to do!"
"Well hurry," Harry choked out. Hermione suddenly took a deep breath and said, "Immobulus," The effect was immediate. The coils stopped writing and freezed into place .
"Thanks," said Terry wheezing. "Thank goodness you know how to cast Second Year spells." They went forwards, Harry and Terry still wheezing into a glittering of flying birds. On closer inspection you would actually see it was charmed keys with wings. At the very end, a locked door was there and even the unlocking spell couldn't open it.
"Umm," said Terry. "What do you we do know? Grab a broomstick?" There was a couple of broomsticks lying on the floor,
"I suppose so," said Harry sighing. "Though it does seem a bit silly, looking for a specific key in hundreds."
"Oh I wish I know how to cast the summoning charm," said Hermione in frustration.
"What if we manage to vanish each of the keys we think its not?" asked Terry, examining the door. "We're looking for a middle size one, silver and old fashioned." This seemed like the best option to them all, so they started. Finally they were left with a few keys. One key looked like it had been caught before. Harry quickly jumped and caught it mid air. Terry and Hermione cheered. Harry quickly put the key in the lock, opened it and they all went inside the next obstacle.
It was a ginormous chess set. Queens, kings, knights and all the other chessman were all suddenly as large as lifelike. Harry knew this must be McGonagall's obstacle.
"Well," said Terry. "I think what we have to do is obvious. We have to play past them." He started towards the chess.
"Wait," said Harry. "What if we fly over with broomsticks?"
"I don't think it will work," said Hermione, biting her lip. "But its worth a try, I suppose." They mounted their broomsticks and flew above the chessman cautiously. They were expecting something to happen, the chessman to attack them but they didn't. Amazed how lucky they were they hurried on. This time they came to an anti chamber. An immediate unpleasant smell filled there nostrils. A troll was lying there, knocked out, seemingly from a bat lying a few feet away from him.
"Eww," said Terry, pinching his nose. "Well at least we don't have to fight it, but they've done the job for us! Still, the smell ugh. Its even worse than the last troll. Holding their breath, they continued. The instant they came through the corridor flames erupted, blocking their way. They came upon a very small table, containing several bottles and a note.
"Snape's," said the three in unison immediately . They hurried down towards the table and read the clue.
Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind,
Two 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 here for evermore,
To help you in your choice, we give you these clues four:
First, however slyly the poison 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 onwards, 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.
They finished reading. By now all of them were staring with furrowed brows.
"Umm," said Harry. "So one will probably bring us forward, one will bring us back. Two are wine. Three are poison. Well, I guess we have to solve the riddle then?"
"But what if Snape poisoned them all anyway?" asked Hermione.
"Wouldn't put it past him," muttered Terry. Harry examined a bottle.
"Hey," Harry said. "Wait a minute. Someone's already drunk part of this bottle!" Terry and Hermione came over and examined the bottle.
"Yes," said Hermione, peering at the bottle. "Someone's drunk some of the part!"
"Then that's it isn't it!" exclaimed Terry. "It has to be." They looked at the bottle. It was tiny.
"Anyway," said Hermione. "I think we ought to solve the riddle first, anyway." They muttered, tapped and finally Hermione deduced it.
"Its that bottle," said Hermione. "i'm sure of it!" They glanced at each other in excitement.
"Er, how are we supposed to drink from a nearly empty bottle?" asked Harry to the room at large.
"We could take tiny sips," suggested Terry.
"I think that only I should-" began Harry but he was cut of by Hermione.
"Oh Harry it's all decided," said Hermione. "We're going all together."
"But-" said Harry.
"No buts," said Terry firmly. "We're coming with you. We're friends." Harry never more valued their friendship so much.
"Thank you," he spoke quietly. Silence.
"Now are we going to get to the stone or not?" said Hermione. They laughed and they each took tiny sips from the bottle.
"Ready," said Harry, his nerves tingling with excitement.
"Ready," chorused the other two.
"1, 2, 3!" As one, they stepped into the flame. A cool, tickiling sensation engulfed them and they were in the final chamber. A mirror sat with strange writing on it. But what surprised them was who was standing next to it. A man who was pointing his wand at them.
It wasn't Quirrell. It wasn't even Lord Voldemort. It was...
Yes, I know I sorta er, copied the ending and cliched it, but I er, couldn't really think of anything else good so, please forgive me for that cliche. Well then, please tell me what you think. Tune in- I mean look in for the final chapter coming up soon. Also, I think it might be obvious who is that person. A certain greasy bat?