Disclaimers: See Chapter 1 for more info.

Acknowledgements: To TooLazyToLogin for giving me the original idea for this series. To DoctorWhovian18, for being my beta-writer/reader for this series, for her ideas on pranking, ideas on other things about the story, her advice and helpfulness, and the list go on. To LOTCR, for her ideas for this story. I'd also like to thank ValueMyHeart for reviewing, following, and favoriting this story. To all my readers who are favoriting, following, and reviewing this story. And I'd also like to thank Frodo and the hobbits for their help with this story as well. Yes, that sounds crazy to the normal readers, but I'm still thanking Frodo and his friends anyway.

So here is the second part of Frodo, Harry, Ron, Hermione and my journey to find the Stone. :) Again, ideas were given to me by DoctorWhovian18 and Frodo. :)

When they entered the next chamber, Frodo could hardly see a thing. But when he, Aria, Harry, Ron and Hermione entered the chamber, it lit up to reveal a huge chessboard with giant chessmen. The chessmen on their side were made from black stone, while the chessmen on the opposite side were carved out of white stone. Frodo had this bad feeling he and his friends would have to play a game, like regular chess, in order to advance to the next room.

He was right. Just like that, it was Ron's turn to take charge: he told Harry to take the place of the bishop and Hermione the castle on the queen's side. Ron decided he would be a knight. He then turned to Frodo and Aria:

"Frodo, you take the other bishop. Aria, you'll be the king's side castle," said Ron.

Aria admitted, "I've never played chess."

"That's okay, Aria," said Frodo.

"You'll learn now," said Ron.

As it happened, a knight, both bishops and both castles turned their backs on the white pieces and left the board. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Frodo and Aria took their places. Ron instructed them that white always moves first. On cue, a white pawn moved forward two spaces.

Ron directed the black pieces. Eventually, he instructed Harry, Hermione, Frodo and Aria to move where he sent them, taking out white pieces as they went. Twice he nearly put his four friends in danger. With luck on his side, Ron told his four friends to move to a different spot, right on time. It was a brutal game and they were nearly there. However, the white queen turned her faceless gaze at Ron. These white pieces gave no mercy. Ron knew what he had to do:

"The queen has to take me," said Ron.

"NO!" shouted Harry and Hermione.

Aria cried, "Ron!"

"That's chess, guys! You have to make sacrifices," said Ron, exclaiming. "Once I'm taken, Harry can checkmate the king. Do you want to stop Snape from getting that Stone or not? It's the only way."

Frodo said nothing, but nodded. He didn't want to lose a friend, especially not to this brutal game of chess. And yet he couldn't see any other way of getting out of this chamber.

Ron told them, "Now when you've won, don't hang around. Just head on. Here I go." He step forward one space. Once he was done, the white queen pounced, smacking him across the head. Ron remembered nothing except throbbing pain…

The white queen moved Ron's limp body over to the side. Hermione screamed, as did Aria, and yet the two girls remembered not to move. It was really hard for Aria to do so, but when she tried to move, she jumped as Frodo stopped her:

"Aria, stay where you are!" cried Frodo at the top of his lungs.

Harry moved forward three spaces to his left, straight towards the king. The second he was standing before the white king, Harry checkmated it. The king threw down his crown at Harry's feet. They won the game. The chessmen bowed and parted on either side of the room. The door to the next chamber was open.

Hermione asked Harry, "Is Ron all right?"

Frodo and Aria ran up to Harry and Hermione. They were just as eager to learn about Ron's fate. Frodo already guessed that Ron would be all right.

Harry said, "He'll be fine."

"He's been knocked out," said Frodo.

Harry told his friends, "Come on. Let's go. We've got to find Snape."

Harry, Hermione, Frodo and Aria gazed at Ron's unconscious form for a moment. It was time for them to move on. They darted towards the door, pulled it open and climbed up through the next passageway.

"So what's next?" asked Harry.

Hermione answered, "The Devil's Snare was Sprout's –"

Aria said, "Cherryhill must have caused the next room to be filled with ghosts. The only way to get past that was –"

Frodo replied, "Hand magic. I nearly forgot Professor Cherryhill was my instructor."

Hermione continued, "Flitwick came next, and he must have charmed the keys; McGonagall transfigured the chess to make them that big and alive. All that's left is Quirrell's troll and Snape's…"

"And whatever my instructors in the Authors and Authoresses' Chamber did here," said Aria, speaking rapidly. She hoped the others would understand her.

"What?" asked Harry, confused. By then, he and his friends reached another door. He asked them, "Ready?"

"Go on," said Hermione.

Opening the door, Harry, Hermione, Frodo and Aria came across a troll. Only the troll didn't stir. Their nostrils flared from the strong odor the troll gave.

"Look, he's unconscious," said Hermione, whispering.

Harry sighed in relief. He whispered back, "I'm glad we don't have to face this one. Let's go." Pulling on the door, he allowed Hermione, Frodo and Aria to go in before him. The door closed by itself as Harry joined his three friends into the next room.

There was nothing frightening in the next room. However, standing in a line on the table, in the center of the room were seven differently shaped bottles. There was a roll of paper, which Hermione figured out that three of the bottles were poison, two were wine, one would safely get them through the black fire, and one would get them back through the purple. Hermione guessed right that it was the small bottle, admitting also this was Snape's challenge. It was Harry who made the observant statement:

"There's only enough for three of us," said Harry.

"And I'm a big drinker… well, on pumpkin juice, other juice, milk, and water," admitted Aria, sheepishly.

Frodo suggested, "In that case, we'll let Aria drink last. So she doesn't waste it."

"Which bottle will take you back?" asked Harry.

Hermione pointed at the rounded bottle at the end of the line.

Harry suggested that Hermione go back and gave her specific instructions on what to do next. Aria was nervous about going onto the next chamber. She knew what would happen when they encountered… no, she couldn't think it. Harry and Frodo snapped Aria out of her terror, as best they could:

"Aria, you have yet to prove yourself, as we all have," said Harry.

"Come on," said Frodo. "Aria, look at me. We only have two more chambers, and when we reach the last chamber, we'll find the Stone. Please help us with this."

Aria nodded rapidly. She didn't know what would happen next. Hopefully, things would go well for them, but she doubted this. With everyone agreeing to the plan, Hermione wrapping her arms in a see-you-soon embrace to Harry, Aria, and Frodo. Hermione took a long drink from the round bottle at the end, admitted the potion was like ice and, after a pressing order from Harry, dashed through the purple flames.

Now that Harry, Frodo and Aria were alone, Harry took a gulp and passed the bottle to Frodo. He made it through the black flames without being hurt. Once through and finding the next room, Harry called to his friends, "I'm through. It's all right. You can come in."

Frodo drank his fill, which was a short gulp, before he passed the bottle to Aria. Frodo darted through the black flames, vanishing through them as well. It was Aria's turn. Her ankles trembled, yet she bravely drank down the rest of the potion. Setting the bottle on the table, where it was, Aria charged towards the black flames. Slowly, Aria passed through the flames, seeing darkness for a few seconds until she was on the other side.

The next room was filled with blue flames on the walls, which changed slowly to different colored flames. On the other end of the room was a passageway, sealed by a watery mirror, which reflected back at them. On the floor was a large board filled with capital letters inside a large box. Before their feet were a group of words. The board didn't look dangerous or frightening. Next to Aria was a podium with a roll of parchment that read:

A word search can be many things, but dangerous is not the term here.
This is a challenge meant for wits, creativity, and a clever mind.
Should you find the time to examine this puzzle, the choice is yours to decide.
Below are letters for you to solve, that change depending on the player.
Simply step onto the board with the words to solve to begin.
Your journey shouldn't be too difficult to decipher.
If you find the incorrect word, don't be alarmed. Try again.
The more words you get right, the more time you spend in here.
Only one word will lead you to your journey's end.

"Oh Templeton, always with your word games," said Aria to herself.

Harry and Frodo asked, "Whose Templeton?"

Aria faced them with a look that made them seem crazy. Yet she answered with candor, "Professor Templeton is my creative writing teacher. Well, one of them. He's fascinated with words. This must be his challenge. Lucky for me, I know how to do word searches." Staring at the challenge note again, Aria realized what they needed to do. "We'll need to find the correct word, which I assume is a golden word. What we need to do first is step onto the board."

Harry and Frodo did so first before Aria. When Aria finally stepped on the board herself, the words at the bottom changed to a couple of words. One two word pronouns caught her notice: Sorcerer's Stone. Before Frodo and Harry did anything, Aria instructed them, "We'll need to find the correct words. Since this is the word we need to find," she pointed at the pronoun for the Stone, "it will help us get out of here. I think we'll need to run across in order to do it. But I should tell you both that if we get more incorrect words wrong, we'll be stuck here longer."

"We don't have time! Snape could have the Stone now!" Harry cried, feeling the pressure for time on.

Frodo relaxed him with his words. "Let's just figure out how to solve this, Harry." He added, in a mumble towards Harry, even though he knew Aria could hear him, "We don't want to risk alarming Aria. She's sensitive."

"Sorry," said Harry, sheepish.

Aria said, gently, "Thank you, Frodo." She pointed out, "With word searches, you have to scan the word box. Finding words in word searches can be tricky to find, but some will be easy. This is logical, but as I've said this is easy. I can do these in a few minutes."

Harry and Frodo said nothing. They allowed Aria to talk freely and aloud, as she had a habit of doing that to get her thoughts out. It didn't take long for Aria to find the word. She said, enlightened:

"Ah ha! The word is diagonal, starting here," said Aria, pointing to the large 'E' and moving her hand all the way up to the 'S' at the top of the word search. She admitted, "At least the words are spread out." She took her place on the 'E' and moved slowly and carefully up the diagonal from right to left. She nearly slipped up twice, and yet she was fortunate Harry and Frodo were there to guide her to where she needed to go. At last she reached the 'S' at the top left. When she did this, the word search faded and the letters stayed golden.

As soon as the word search kept its place, the passageway's watery mirror turned invisible. Their reflections were no longer visible, allowing them to see the last chamber.

Harry told his friends, "Come on."

The water was invisible to their touch. It didn't hurt them, nor was it impassible. Harry walked through first, with Frodo following and, taking Aria by the hand, led Aria past the opening. They made it to the last chamber. To their surprise, Quirrell was there and so was Cherryhill. Quirrell was not terrified and Cherryhill did not have the slightest care for any of them.

Aria was now afraid. She knew something like this would happen. She said nothing, too afraid to face her teacher, but Harry and Frodo had plenty to say to Quirrell and Cherryhill:

As Harry spoke to Quirrell, with Quirrell paying no heed to Frodo or Aria, Frodo in turn said to Cherryhill, "How is it you're here? I mean Snape–"

Cherryhill said, coyly, "Oh yes, Severus. That wizard hardly knows the meaning of hand magic. As for myself, no one would suspect me, thinking I was just an innocent, old codger, incapable of showing any reason to be angry, not even to hobbits. Silly fools."

Frodo said, "I don't understand. This whole time – I mean, you practically encouraged me to do hand magic –"

Cherryhill snapped at him. "And look at where it led you. Snooping around doesn't give you bonus points." She turned her gaze sharply on Aria. "And you, all quiet. Did you think that your shyness would get you anywhere? You know well enough where this leads. Why did you come down here, if at all Breuer?"

Aria tried to speak, but found she was at a loss for words. Her fear set in. "I – I –"

Cherryhill cackled. "Oh I get it. Three children intend to stop two adults with hand magic for beginners, wand-working and words. Oh, I am so terrified. But Quirrell and I have no time for this chivalry." She faced the Mirror of Erised. As she gazed longer, she explained what she saw, "I am with Quirrell… we're happy… and… my master is pleased with me… we're all happy… but where is the Stone?"

As a voice broke through the air, a much deeper voice, more sinister, spoke to Cherryhill, "Wait until we are ready…"

"Yes Master," said Cherryhill, bowing to no one.

Frodo was confused, and yet he didn't want to know what the voice was. Quirrell snapped his fingers. Harry was set free of the ropes that bound him. Harry lied when he looked into the Mirror, upon which Quirrell took off his turban. As Quirrell did this, the deeper voice told Cherryhill:

"I want to speak to them…"

"Yes Master," said Cherryhill.

Frodo and Aria took a few steps back, Frodo guiding Aria backwards. What happened next took them by surprise. While under Quirrell's turban was revealed the face with red slits for eyes, chalk white skin and snakelike nostrils, what happened with Cherryhill was much worse: she transformed into a dark smoky shape. Aria tried to move, but found she couldn't. Revealed in the smoky figure were two slits of red eyes, glaring at Frodo and Aria.

Aria asked, trembling, to the dark shape, "Who – Who are you?"

The smoky shape of a tall man said in a guttural deep voice, clear enough to hear, "I am Sauron, the Dark Lord of Mordor. This fellow," Sauron pointed to Frodo, "destroyed my Ring in my mountain. My form in Middle-earth may be destroyed, but I intend to return with another physical form."

"I don't remember destroying any Ring, whether yours or otherwise," said Frodo. He was trembling too, but he spoke with such bravery he never knew he had in him.

Sauron cackled, deep and dark. He said, coolly, "So it would seem, Frodo Baggins. My task has only just begun, starting with the much needed disguise of Professor Cherryhill, a sensible old woman or at least she was." He turned his gaze on Frodo and Aria like a cat. "You two are standing in my way."

Frodo said, his voice trembling, "I won't let you do it. You won't get past me and you certainly won't come anywhere near Aria or Harry."

Sauron sneered, "Harry Potter was never my target. You are, Frodo Baggins, and your authoress. Because your authoress is writing in the filler details, she too has now become a threat to me. Like you, she, this Aria Breuer, I have had an interest in. You two will either join me or… or I will end you both here and now."

Frodo shook his head. "No."

Sauron glared at Aria with fiery eyes, "And you?"

"No!" cried Aria, staying behind Frodo.

Sauron placed his smoky hands on his hips. "Why must we do this? Morgoth will not be pleased." His eyelids snapped open. His anger was flushed. In one floating sweep, Sauron grabbed Frodo and Aria by their shirts, forcing them hard on the floor. He grabbed their necks next with only one hand each.

Frodo could feel a blinding white light pass over his vision. He could barely breathe… but then he heard an agonized scream from Sauron and Quirrell. Sauron released him and Aria, right as his smoky hands evaporated. Sauron tried again to attack Frodo and Aria. Frodo pressed a hand at what was Sauron's chest and held it there. Steam came out from Sauron's chest.

"AHHH!" Sauron screamed, moving away from Frodo and Aria.

It was too much for Aria. She fainted on the spot. Frodo, hardly knowing Sauron's fate and unsure about the confrontation between Harry and Quirrell, could feel the tendrils of darkness overwhelm him…

I know it's a shocking turn of events. But we'll find out what really happened next chapter on Cherryhill's fate. Ironically, Cherryhill and Quirrell both have an 'll' in their last names. Also, I suspected at the beginning of the story that something was off about Professor Cherryhill. This was the result. Next chapter we'll find out how me, Frodo and Harry are faring, after what happened here. Okay, bye. :)