"Guys, girls, I think we're here," said Draco breaking everyone out from their sleep. Once again, Harry and Daphne had fallen asleep on top of each other and so had Rigel and Tracey. Draco had just woken up and at the right time too, since the train had just come to a stop. Christmas had been amazing for Hadrian, since he didn't have to spend time with his so called parents or brother, and the fact that he was going to get a new cousin in 9 months made it even better. Shaking themselves, the 5 got off the train making they're way into Hogwarts.

As they walked along the Hogwarts grounds, they were confronted with a rather weird sight. Hagrid's hut was of fire. And Thomas, Weasley and Granger were frantically running around trying to douse it. "Do we need to help?" whined Draco when he saw the others brought out their wands.

"As much as I like their suffering Draco, we need to," said Rigel and the 5 of them began casting Aguamenti dousing the flames. When they had finished, Thomas, Weasley and Granger looked at them very uncomfortably.

Granger broke the silence first. "That was a 4th year spell. How did you do it?" she snapped not bothering to thank them.

"Well some people have more talent than others. And anyway- you should be thanking us. We just saved your lives," Rigel snapped back feeling very annoyed.

"You're lying- I'm clearly the best in the year. You do not have more talent than me," she said. "And anyway, you did not save us. We had it under control!"

"Please- you were running around like headless chickens. You did not have it under control," said Hadrian not bothering to tell her she wasn't the best since he knew she would keep nagging him until he got a headache. "Anyway, what happened here?"

"Why should we tell you, you filthy snake?" shouted Ron drawing his wand. "Eat slugs!" he shouted murmuring something incomprehensible. A jet of light shot out from his wand, and for some reason it looked slimy. Harry simply drew up a shield using "Aegis Vocar" causing the spell to bounce back and hit Weasley head on. "Uurgh," he gargled blurting out slugs. He raised his wand again but his aim was off, so it ended up hitting Granger causing her to begin vomitting the slugs.

"Ok Thomas," began Harry. "What happened here? If you don't reveal it, I'm sure Snape would love to ask you."

Thomas looked uncomfortable but he began talking hoping he wouldn't get hit by any redirected spells. "So Hagrid got a dragon for Christmas," he began. "And..."

"Let me stop you there. He got a fucking dragon! How?"

"I don't know- he said it was some random guy."

''One of Ron's brothers work in a dragon reserve; we called him a couple days ago, asking if we can send Hagrid's dragon there and he told us that we needed the permission from the owner before we can do it. In the end, we found out that our family owned the dragon reserve. But, as he was being handled, Norbert- that's the dragon's name- set a little fire in the forest. Hagrid said it'd burn out, but when we were visiting him today, it had spread to his hut. He wasn't there, so we had to put it out."" Thomas said

"Which dragon reserve does your friend's brother works in?" Hadrian ask

"The one in Romania." Thomas said "wait we have more than one dragon reserves than the one in Romania,?"

"Of course we do. Didn't James ever teach you about our family history, or at least our holdings?" Hadrian said

"He told me, but I... never really paid attention to those lessons." Thomas said

"Remind me to give you a book about our House's history. What kind of dragon does Hagrid have?" Hadrian ask

"A Norwegian Ridgeback," Thomas answered.

"Alright, give me a few hours and that dragon will be out of your hair soon ,Well at least you're not as much of an idiot," said Harry and Thomas visibly relaxed. "But you're still an idiot. You really thought that 3 first-years would be able to stop a massive fire. I mean- those two haven't learnt the charm yet. Please say you have."

"I have, but I forgot," he admitted. After berating him for another minute, Harry walked away with his friends leaving Thomas and his two cronies there. Thomas had been uncomfortable through the enitre conversation as if he'd been wanting to say something.

*FLAHBACK*

Thomas got up from his bed in the Gryffindor dorms, and put his invisibility cloak on. For some reason he was feeling adventorous, and wanted a late-night stroll. He thought of waking Ron up but knew it would be pointless- his friend could only be woken by the promise of food. Walking around the castle, he eventually came to a weird room with a mirror standing in it. Walking up to the mirror, he saw something engraved along the frame- Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi. Wondering what it meant, he looked into the mirror properly for the first and he saw something quite surprising.

He saw him holding the House and Quidditch cup. But that was not all. In the background, he could his parents, his Grandfather and all the people he like cheering for him. Around him, his friends- Ron, Hermione, Seamus- were celebrating. He looked closer and he saw his brother celebrating with him- and Harry was a Gryffindor! Looking away, he turned around only to face Dumbledore who was sitting on a desk next to a wall. "Proffesor," he began, "I didn't see you. I-"

"Strange how near sighted being invisible can make you," said Dumbledore, and Thomas was relieved to see that he was smiling. "So," said Dumbledore, slipping off the desk to stand next to Thomas, "you, like hundreds before you, have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised."

"I didn't know it was called that, Sir." "But I expect you've realized by now what it does?"

"It showed me with my family, even Harry. He was a Gryffindor though. I had the House and Qudditch cup, and we were all celebrating."

"And I'm glad to hear that even though your brother has cut off relations with you that you still wish to maintain them. Now, can you think what the Mirror of Erised shows us all?" Thomas shook his head. "Let me explain. The happiest man on earth would be able to use the Mirror of Erised like a normal mirror, that is, he would look into it and see himself exactly as he is. Does that help?"

Thomas thought. Then he said slowly, "It shows us what we want... whatever we want..."

"Yes and no," said Dumbledore quietly. "It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts. However, this mirror will give us neither knowledge or truth. Men have wasted away before it, entranced by what they have seen, or been driven mad, not knowing if what it shows is real or even possible. "The Mirror will be moved to a new home tomorrow, Thomas, and I ask you not to go looking for it again. If you ever do run across it, you will now be prepared. It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that. Now, why don't you put that admirable cloak back on and get off to bed?"

Thomas stood up. "Sir - Professor Dumbledore? Can I ask you something?"

"Obviously, you've just done so," Dumbledore smiled. "You may ask me one more thing, however."

"What do you see when you look in the mirror?"

"I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks." Thomas stared. "One can never have enough socks," said Dumbledore. "Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books." It was only when he was back in bed that it struck Thomas that Dumbledore might not have been quite truthful. it had been quite a personal question. Dumbledore, meanwhile, smiled at how easy it had been to manipulate Thomas.

*End Flashback*

"So," said Dumbledore smiling gently. "That's the second years done," he said at the staff meeting all 4 head of houses, which was designed to discuss the students' progress.

"Let's move onto the first years now," said Filius Flitwick, head of Ravenclaw.

"Indeed," said Dumbledore nodding his head. "Pomona, why don't you start?" Dumbledore asked the Hufflepuff head of house.

"I shall," said Pomona smiling. "All of my first years are bright and attentative, with the expception of a couple. Even then, they have potential. Most of them may not have appreciation for the subject just yet, although I'm sure they'll soon gain it when we move onto the more dangerous plants," she replied.

"Are there any particular students that have stood out?" asked Dumbledore, concealing his impatience. He'd kept his cool for the past 2 hours- he could keep it for a bit longer.

"Oh yes," said Pomona. "From my own house, both Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott are delightful girls, always taking an interest in the subject. Ernie Macmillian certianly had potential, but I'm afriad he doesn't get along well with others. Same with Zacharias Smith," she said. "In your house Filius, Lisa Turpin and Michael Corner are ahead, having shown great interest in the subject although the rest of their classmates aren't far behind.

I'd say Mr Potter and Miss Davis are the furthest ahead in your house, Severus, but Mr Black and Miss Greengrass could definitely catch up with a little bit or practice," she said pausing to think a little. "Mr Longbottom has a surprisingly vast knowledge of plants Minerva, and Miss Granger always gets the questions right. Unfortunately, she is too eager and rarely looks past the coursework we've set. The other Mr Potter is doing well, although he get's distracted far too easily," she concluded.

"What about you, Filius?" asked Dumbledore, eager to know how both the Potter twins were doing.

"Well," began Filius, "From my own house, all of them are doing very well due to them practising a lot. Miss Li and Miss Turpin are ahead of their peers, though Mr Boot can catch up if he put in a bit more effort. All the Hufflepuffs are evenly matched, probably from practising together. A couple are slightly ahead though only by a slim margin. Mr Potter, again, and Miss Greengrass are best from the Slytherins whilst Mr Black does show an aptitude for the subject. I must say, Mr Potter is ahead of where his mother was in charms at her age, and he can most definitely overtake her in the future," he said leading to some raised eyebrows.

"Does he now?" asked Snape slowly having not spoken throughout the whole meeting so far. It was well known that Lily Potter was a charms prodigy, and for her son to be on track to excel her was quite shocking.

"He most definitely has the talent. In fact, he always performs the spell first and has moved on to the more advanced stuff already," nodded Flitwick smiling. "Moving on, I'd say Hermione Granger for the Gryffindors, though Seamus Finnigan could catch up with sufficient practice. Unfortunately, the other Mr Potter and Mr Weasley have a talent of messing about in class, and Miss Granger rubs people the wrong way."

"Interesting," said Dumbledore slowly, the cogs in his brain turning. "What about you Severus?" he finally asked.

"Just another bunch of dunderheads," snarled Snape, ignoring the eyerolls from the others. "Of course, my Slytherins are perfect as always," he added condescendingly.

"Really?" asked Minerva. "Even Hadrian? We all know your bitter spat with James, Severus," she said.

Snape opened his mouth but did not answer for a few seconds. "I must admit," he said slowly, hoping no one had a recording charm activated, "that the elder Potter twin has talent," he said to the surprise of everyone there. "He is disillusioned with his father, and unlike his twin he isn't an arrogant twat," he added quickly. "Of course, I will deny this if anyone here mentions it to someone else."

"Hphhh," sighed Filius. "Are you sure that everyone is a dunderhead, Severus? Surely there must be some people who have shown talent?" he asked, immediately regretting it as soon as he realised he was goign to have to listen to a rant by his colleague.

"The Hufflepuffs are spineless cowards," began Snape, "who get startled by the slightest loud noise. They look at me like I'm a vampire or something about to eat them and are more focused on trying to stay on my good side than do the actual work. A couple aren't, like the Bones girl and Abbott, but the rest are insufferable.

Your students are too immersed in a book to be concentrating properly, and don't know how to actually make the potions. They insist on following the instructions to the letter, and even have the audacity to tell me I'm being harsh. Some do get on with the work like the Corner boy and Miss Turpin, and their potion turns out fine but the rest insist on giving me headaches.

And finally you're precious lions, Minerva, are the worst. They have no respect for the subject, and are concerned with playing pranks in my class than actually focusing. Their work is horrendous, and their potions would make a dementor run away in terror. Potter and Weasley have begun talking back to me, and Granger is insufferable. WIll she ever understand to not be an annoying twat and stop attempting to answer every single question I ask, whether it's rhetorical or not? She can make the potions well enough, although I doubt her nature to irritate the heck out of everyone nearby will help her in life," he concluded. Everyone around him wast staring with an open mouth and wide eyes.

"I've just admitted they aren't all dunderheads, haven't I?" asked Snape and Pomona meekly nodded. He stood up and stormed out of the room, his cloak swishing behind him.

"Now, Minerva what about you?" asked Dumbledore after a few moments of awkward silence.

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, the 4 heads of houses having departed from his office. Everything was going to plan, apart from a couple of hiccups here and there but they were easily fixable. Thomas Potter was friends with Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger and he was on his way just like Dumbledore wanted him to. He was doing well enough in his subjects, but not too well as he couldn't have the BWL getting too powerful. Power corrupts people, and Dumbledore knew that better than most people.

Miss Granger was doing excellently as, but he wasn't worried about her gaining too much power. After all, she was a muggleborn and muggleborns couldn't do too much in their world. She was a vital part of his plan, and she would keep Thomas on the straight and narrow.

However, one problem was Hadrian Potter. The boy was too smart already, and he could be a threat to Dumbledore if that continued. He had only one question who trained that boy so well and here he had the answer he was seen with Lestranges and Malfoys in diagon alley they must have trained him but he was waiting for Charlus Potter to die so that James would become the head of the house and disown Hadrian and give Heirship to idiotic Thomas so that he would have power and yes everything would be fine.

"Hey Hadrian," said Rigel slowly to his best friend as both of them relaxed on a sofa in the Slytherin Common Room.

"Yeah Rigel," said Harry tiredly. "What d'ya want?" he asked him.

"You know the corridor on the 3rd floor?" he asked slowly.

"Yeah," said Harry sitting up straighter.

"I know what's inside," said Rigel quickly.

"Cool," Harry said though there was no enthusiasm. "I do too Rigel. You aren't the first one to go near the 3-headed-dog inside," he replied smugly.

"Ah, but I know more," said Rigel even more smugly.

"Oh yeah?" asked Harry. "What's that?"

"I know the dog's name," said Rigel as if he held all the power in the world.

"Shit," said Harry conceding defeat. "SO, what's the name?"

"Fluffy."

Harry looked at Rigel for a whole second before he began laughing. "Oh," he said between laughter. "You've got to be kidding me! No way that giant furball's name is Fluffy. If it was up to me, I'd have called him Death bringer, or Soul sucker. Ya know, something cool? Maybe even José," he said.

"That is actually the name," said Rigel laughing as well. "Though in all honesty, I know what's actually in the room," he said seriously looking Harry in the eye.

"There's something else in there?" asked Harry. "How did you find that out?" he asked Rigel.

"I and Draco overheard your brother, Weaselbee and Granger talking about it. Apparently, they went there accidentally and saw a trapdoor under the dog."

"Oh yeah," said Harry concentrating hard. "There was a weird wooden flap when I went in, though I suppose I didn't notice at the time since my main concern was getting out alive," said Harry.

"Anyway, they asked Hagrid about it and they somehow weaseled some information out of him. There's a precious stone under the trapdoor, and guess what it is?"

"An infinity stone?" asked Harry.

"Wh-what is that?" asked Rigel his voice faltering.

"Don't worry- I've seen Avengers too many times. So, go on," Harry said prompting Rigel to continue on with the story.

"It's the Philosopher's Stone!" said Rigel excitedly.

"No way!" said Harry. "It can make you immortal, and it can make anything turn to gold!"

"How do you know so much about it?" asked Rigel.

"The Potter Library has quite a few books published by Nicholas Flamel, the owner of the stone. However, why's the stone in Hogwarts?"

"Yeah, I have no idea," conceded Rigel.

"Put on your detective hat Rigel," said Harry dramatically. "We're going to find out."

"Er, Harry?" asked Rigel bringing his friend back to the present. "I don't have a detective hat."

"Oh yeah, I don't either. We'll have to do it without them."

"Do you girls and boy wanna do some detective work?" asked Harry as he and Rigel walked over to Daphne ,Tracey and Draco who were playing chess.

"Yep!" said Daphne instantly getting up from the armchair. "I've been getting so bored," she said grumpily.

"Only becuase you've lost 8 games in a row," said Tracey cheekily. Daphne responded by sticking her tongue out but didn't comment. "So, who wants to go up against me? Rigel?" asked Tracey smiling like a predator who's just closed in on her prey.

"Nope," said Rigel "I'd beat you too easily, and I wouldn't want you to feel bad."

"Reallly Rig," said Tracey making him blush. "If that's the case then I challenge you!"

"Challenge accepted," said Rigel instantly sitting down to show her who was better at chess.

"Rigel?" said Harry shaking his friend. "You're meant to come with us."

"You go with Daphne, and Draco" said Rigel already setting up the board. "She challenged me! I had to accept!" he protested when Harry began glaring at him.

"Fine," said Harry eventually. "Let's go Daph ,Drake" said Harry before he walked off.

"Tracey make sure you beat him badly" Draco said walking out

"Harry?" asked Daphne confusedly. "Where are we going?"

"The library," said Harry matter-of-factly.

"Ok, then why are we going the wrong way?"

"Are you sure you heard them right? " asked Daphne tiredly. "they could have been talking about Flannel, not Flamel," she whined both of them having been in the library for quite a while now.

"Yes Daph I'm sure," said Draco exasperatedly as he flicked absent-mindedly through the pages of the book he was pouring over.

"Do you know any other famous wizards who have a magic stone?" Harry said

Daphne was about to answer when a large book was plonked in front of her with a very loud THUD! It was Hermione Granger, who had just plopped a book in front of them two rather rudely. "Oh," she said when she spotted them. "What are you three doing here?" asked rudely, her nose turned up.

"Planning world domination," deadpanned Draco, before turning to Harry. "Do you think it's better to invade Australia first, or France?"

"Definitely France," said Harry going along with the joke. "Australia has kangaroos, and trust me you don't want to be fighting them."

"Hello!?" said Hermione waving her hand in front of them. "I'm talking to you," she said.

"Really?" asked Harry sarcastically. "We hadn't noticed."

"What are you three actually doing here?" asked Hermione having already grown tired of them two.

"A little something called research Gringer," said Daphne. "You might want to try it sometime."

"My name is Granger," screeched Hermione as she glared at the three for simply existing. "Now, you did not answer me properly last time I asked you, but how are you doing all the spells before me? I have been studying non stop, yet you manage to do them before me. You're clearly cheating, and if you don't tell me how and don't stop them I will tell Professor McGonaga-" She was cut off by Daphne.

"Listen Granger," said Daphne not wanting to get a headache. "Harry has not been cheating, and get that through your thick skull. He is just better than you, and you need to learn to accept it," deadpanned Daphne, not noticing Harry blush slightly.

"You are lying," said Hermione not wanting to accept the truth. "I have done every spell perfectly, and I study way more than you. I've been studying since I got my Hogwarts letter."

"And I congratulate you on that, but Granger remember that some of us have actual lives," said Harry dryly. "You know, where we talk with friends instead of being insufferable bookworms. It's not my fault that you haven't experienced that, but please do remember that we have and we enjoy it."

Hermione reddened in anger choosing not to respond before ploughing on with her earlier statement. "So," she said again. "How are you somehow ahead of me?"

"Natural talent," said Harry as he flicked the page of the book he was pouring through.

"There has to be more than that. You're cheating. You have to be!"

"I am getting a headache Granger, and if you don't-" Draco was suddenly interrupted by Professor Snape who had walked over to find out what the 4 of them were arguing about.

"I hope there's not any problems here," said Snape slowly, his eyes glaring at the 4 of them, specifically Hermione.

"No sir," said Hermione meekly.

"Good," said Snape slowly. "I wouldn't want to have to take away any more points from you Miss Granger, would I?"

"No sir," said Hermione before his hurried away, forgetting the book she had placed down in the process.

"I tend not to interfere in my students' problems," said Snape slowly. "But considering your recent win against Gryffindor, I made an exception just this once."

"Thank you Professor," said Harry Rigel and Daphne at the same time, glad that he'd got them out of dealing with Granger.

"Do try to not make a habit of it," said Snape tiredly before he stalked away, probably to shout at some innocent 1st year Hufflepuff.

Harry, Draco got up, tired from all the searching they'd been doing. As they did so, a word on the opened book Hermione had left behind caught Daco's eye. "Harry, wait," he said beckoning him closer to the book. "Look what it says there," he said pointing at the line.

Harry squinted his eyes, trying to read the ridiculously small text. "Nicholas Flamel," he said slowly, his face lighting up. "That's it Daph! That's the book we've been looking for! You're brilliant, Drake " he said

"...the stone could be in Hogwarts for its own protection," said Daphne as she and Harry walked in on the Slytherin common room.

"Yeah, but the Flamel's have an estate the size of a country. What better protection could there..." The question died on Harry's lips as he saw what was going on in the common room.

"I GIVE UP!" shouted Rigel as he stormed away, oblivious to the fact that Harry ,Draco and Daphne had walked in.

"Tracey?" asked Harry walking over to her and her stack of galleons that hadn't been there the last time they saw Tracey.

"Yes Harry?" she asked mid-laugh.

"How badly did you beat him?"

"7-0," said Tracey. "He just lost 20 galleons," she said standing up and packing her chess set.

"Remind me never to play chess against you," said Harry.

"Spolisport," said Tracey sticking her tongue.

"So you're telling me that there is a literal god stone just sitting there in the castle ready for us to take?" asked Rigel slowly, looking Harry right in the eyes. Him, Harry, Draco, Daphne and Tracey were in Harry's room. Harry nodded. "But there are going to be weird traps and what not in our way?" he asked and Harry nodded again. "And how exactly did you find this out?"

"Um," Harry shifted nervously. "Nothing illegal," he said.

"That fails to fill me with hope," drawled Rigel making them think he was channeling Snape. "I don't wanna know," he decided.

"So, what are we gonna do?" Rigel asked.

"We were thinking of stealing it," said Daphne.

"Wait what?" asked Tracey standing up. "Stealing a philospher's stone from Hogwarts? Are you three mad?"

"Relax," said Harry ignoring her question. "If Flamel really wanted to keep it safe, he would have kept it at his billion-galleon estate instead of sending it to Hogwarts. And the traps can't be that hard to get through- Dumbledore basically told us to go through it at the welcoming feast and you can unlock the door with a simple 'Alohomora.' If he really wanted to keep it safe, Dumbledore would have put really strong wards up or something."

"You are right," admitted Tracey slowly, "and think of all we could do with it. We can live forever, get even richer and do whatever we want," sighed Tracey dreamily.

"Are you two in or not?" asked Harry looking at Rigel and Tracey. Whilst he and Daphne had been finding out more about the stone, they'd also planned a way for them to get it.

Rigel and Tracey looked at each once before turning away and nodding. "We're in," said Tracey.

"So, what are we going to have to do?" asked Rigel.

"Alohomora," Harry whispered a couple of days later hiding under his invisibility cloak woven from Demiguise hair. Since he didn't have the family one (as it was given to James and then Thomas), he had received a Demiguise cloak for his 8th birthday. He'd barely used it ever since, not wanting it to get ruined. The door clicked and opened slowly, offering them all a glimpse into darkness. "Come in," said Harry whispering to the others, who were hiding under their own Demiguise cloaks they had gotten for their various birthdays.

Once the last person (Tracey) had walked in, Harry closed the door, hearing it shut with a harsh click that told them it wasn't being opened anytime soon. "Somebody conjure some bluebell flames," Harry said dusting himself off and taking off his cloak. The other did the same and wrapped them up and put them inside their pockets.

"On it," Daphne said bringing out her wand, saying the incantation and conjuring some bright blue flames. She trapped them within a jar and held it up.

"Hold it still," Rigel said bringing out his wand as well. "Sequitur et levitate," Harry said pointing his wand at the jar of flames. They rose from Daphne's hands and hovered above them. "They'll follow me wherever I go," explained Harry. "Now, where are we?" he asked turning around.

"Shit!" yelped Rigel, being the first to see the giant 3-headed-dog sleeping soundly on the floor.

"Do you want to get us killed?" asked Daphne shushing him, the other 2 voicing their opinions as well.

"That was not there the last time we checked this place out," he said quitely hyperventilating.

"Well it must just be added security," reasoned Harry. "Probably from Hagrid."

"Look under his paw," Tracey pointed out. "The trap-door's under it. Help me move the paw," she decided going over to the dog slowly. All of them followed her, and after several minutes of grunting efforts they managed to move the paw out of the way.

"What d'ya say we go in?" Rigel asked having opened the flap. None of them noticed that Fluffy had opened one eye and was looking around.

"Are you a Gryffindor or a Slytherin?" berated Daphne. "Who knows what's in there?" she asked.

"Uh, Daph," Harry said noticing Fluffy rise up. "I don't think we have time," he said pointing to the three-headed-dog. "Jump!" he shouted, just as Fluffy charged at them. Daphne went first, followed by Tracey, Rigel and then Draco. Harry followed his friend, desperately hoping they wouldn't be shredded. Instead, they landed in a soft pile of moving plants. "The fuck is this?" he asked, having got over his initial fear. "And why are we sinking?"

"It's Devil's Snare," said Tracey trying her best not to panick.

"The fuck is that?" asked Rigel thrashing about.

"Didn't you pay attention in Herbology?" berated Tracey.

"I was too busy messing around with Harry at the back," mumbled Rigel, blushing.

"Enough chit-chat! Get us out of here!" interrupted Harry.

"Right! Um, Devil's Snare, Devil's Snare. Oh yeah," she remembered. "It hates fire," she began bringing out her wand and the others understood quickly, bringing theirs out as well.

"INCENDIO!" they all yelled together focusing the fire away from their bodies. As soon as the plant came into contact with the flames, it began thrashing about as if it was being whipped. Soon, it had burnt away dropping them onto the floor beneath.

"Thank God Tracey pays attention in Herbology," berated Daphne once they had picked themselves up off the floor. "Now, where are we?" she asked and all if them looked around. They seemed to be in a long hallway that was strangely silent, and it seemed to lead somewhere. They followed the hallway and eventually, after a couple minutes of walking, they came to a well-lit chamber from where some sort of weird fluttering noise was coming from.

Harry waved his wand and dispelled the jar of flames that was floating above them, and actually looked at the chamber. There were hundreds, if not thousands, of floating, fluttering objects throughout the room. "What are they?" asked Daphne.

Harry jumped up and grabbed one, making it look effortless, and held it up for them to see. "Keys," he said. The key in question had wings on it, and was trying to escape his hand. "And I'm guessing one of those unlocks that door over there," he said pointing to the door in front of them.

"Try Alohomora first," recommended Draco. Harry tried it to no avail, as expected. "Well, how are we meant to get the right key? Trying out all of them will take us ages."

"Ok, so realistically, there's only one key for this door, and we can summon it using the summoning charm," explained Harry. "Accio right key," he said and suddenly a large copper key jerked towards him. It had starry blue wings that seemed to be fighting against the pull of Harry's summoning charm, but eventually it yielded and went into his hand without much protest. Harry slotted it into the doorhole, and turned it with an oddly satisfying click. The door swung open, stopping just before it hit the wall and all they could see was a room clouded with darkness.

As soon as they stepped inside, the room lit up revealing a chess board with 3 empty spaces. "What is this?" asked Draco, his head tilted to one side.

"A chess board," replied Daphne snarkily.

"I can see that," snapped Draco, "but what do we actually have to do?"

"I'm guessing we have to play across the board," said Daphne looking around the room. "Harry?" she asked when she saw he wasn't there.

"Relax Daph," said Harry walking back into the room. He was holding 3 brooms in his hand that had been there in the previous room. "Why not fly over?" he asked tossing a broom to Daphne and another to Rigel.

"There's only 3 brooms and 5 of us," pointed out Tracey, the only one without a broom.

"You and Daph are the lightest out of all of us, so you should be able to both get on the broom," explained Harry. He mounted his broom and kicked off, hovering in the air and waited for the other 3. Rigel kicked off next and both Tracey and Daphne got onto the broom, Daphne at the back, and hovered shakily. The board was only 10 metres wide, so they flew over that very easily and gently landed onto the ground. All of them got off their brooms and tossed them into a corner of the room in case they'd need it again. "Next room," Harry said opening the door slowly.

Suddenly, a terrible stench hit their noses making them want to vomit. Inside the room, a 15 foot troll was sleeping soundly on the floor whilst cradling a large club. It was even bigger than the one Harry had met on Halloween and the fact it was treating a 5 foot long club like a stuffed animal made it even worse. He closed the door instantly when he had seen the troll, making sure to do it quietly so the troll didn't wake.

"There is a troll in there," whisper-shouted Rigel, "and it is massive. The fuck are we meant to do?" he asked in shock.

"Look," Harry began. "The troll is sleeping and there's a door right next to it. If we go quietly, we can get through without waking the troll up. I'm sure you don't want turn into mincemeat."

"What about the smell?" interrupted Daphne.

"We'll have to bear it," admitted Harry. He slowly opened the door and tiptoed in, followed by the other 3. All of them walked across the room as carefully as they could, making sure they didn't wake the troll. "I'm glad we didn't have to fight that one," Harry whispered as they stepped carefully over one of its massive legs. "Come on, I can't breathe."

He pulled open the next door, both of them hardly daring to look at what came next - but there was nothing very frightening in here, just a table with seven differently shaped bottles standing on it in a line. "Snape's," said Harry. "What do we have to do?" They stepped over the threshold, and immediately a fire sprang up behind them in the doorway. It wasn't ordinary fire either; it was purple. At the same instant, black flames shot up in the doorway leading onward. They were trapped.

"Look!" Daphne seized a roll of paper lying next to the bottles. Harry looked over her shoulder to read it:

Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind,

Two of us will help you, which ever 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 bidden in line.

Choose, unless you wish to stay here forevermore,

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 onward, 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.

"Ok," said Harry pacing. "This is a logic puzzle, and none of us know enough magic to get through the fire without a potion so we're going to have to solve it. Anyone got any ideas?" They all looked hard at the puzzle, reading it over and over again for several minutes. "I've got it," Harry said after a few minutes. "It isn't that hard- we have all the clues. 3 will kills us, 2 are wine, 1 lets us go forward and one lets us go back."

"Then which ones are they Sherlock?" asked Tracey having given up on the riddle.

"The smallest bottle lets us go forward and this round one," he said lifting up a round bottle at the end of the line, "lets us go back. There's enough in here for all 4 of us, but just barely so make sure you don't drink too much." He put the round bottle down back onto the table and picked up the smallest bottle.

Just as he was about to take a sip he was interrupted. "Are you sure about this?" Daphne asked.

"Positive," Harry said smiling. He took a small sip, shuddering slightly and held up the bottle to Daphne. "It's not poison, but it's like ice," he said.

"You go- we don't know how long the potion lasts for," said Daphne taking the bottle from him. Harry walked through the blazing purple fire with a gentle tingle into a new room. The room was quite large and barren bar for a large silvery mirror in the middle. A few seconds later, Daphne, Tracey and Rigelwalked into the room, one after another.

"What is this?" asked Rigeltracing a finger along the side of the mirror.

"I don't know," Harry admitted, "but I'm guessing the stone is in here. There's no more doors so this must be the final room."

"Then how are we going to get the stone out of here?" asked Rigel.

"Like I said before, I don't know but there is something written here," Harry said. He pointed to an engraving on the frame of the mirror. "Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi," Harry said reading the engraving on the side of the mirror.

"What language is that?" asked Tracey. "Because it's not English and that doesn't sound like Gobbledegook."

"Since when do you know Gobbledegook?" Daphne asked raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know it, but it always sounds like they're coughing up something from their throat," Tracey admitted.

"That sounded slightly rascist," Rigel remarked.

"Shush you two," Harry said. "I've worked it out. The engraving backwards is 'I show not your face but your heart's desire,' " he said taking a step back. "Guys, what do you see in the mirror?"

"I see my family, and you guys. My grandparents are there as well" said Rigel. He looked at his friends who were looking at the mirror in amazement. "What about you?"

"I see myself holding the house and quidditch cup," began Tracey, "and then I get older and get married." She sighed dreamily and looked at Daphne, telling her to continue.

Daphne looked into the mirror properly for a few seconds, hard, before blushing violently. "What is it?" asked Tracey smiling evilly. "Is that why you're blushing?"

"Move on," snapped Daphne, "I'm not telling you!"

"Tracey, don't tease her," said Harry and Daphne gave him a grateful look.

"Well than what about you?" Rigelasked Harry.

Harry looked into the mirror hard, and shapes began forming around him, shapes that eventually turned into people. There were his grandparents, his friends, his godfather, Sirius and his family but there was also his brother and his parents. "I've won the House and Quidditch Cup, and I'm really powerful," Harry lied smoothly determined to find out what his actual 'desire' meant.

"Now how are we going to get the stone out?" asked Daphne.

"With a little bit of magic?" asked Harry pulling out his wand and pointing it at the mirror. "Confringo!" he shouted and a blue light flew out of his wand. It struck the mirror leaving a large crack, though it didn't break the glass. "Guys, help me," he said and they all pulled out their wands. 7 Confringo charms later, the mirror lay broken along the floor and a red stone had settled upon the shards of glass.

"I guess this is it," Draco said picking up the rock. They all huddled together and passed the rock between themselves, Harry pocketing it when it had been passed round.

"We should probably head back," Harry said surveying the damage they'd done to this room. The 4 of them pocketed their wands and walked back through the flames, Harry still pondering upon the things he'd seen in the mirror.