If anyone is confused on what happened to Chapter 22-34: I removed them because of this rewrite, because I just didn't want anyone to get confused on what was happening. They will eventually be re-uploaded when I get that far, just right now, they needed to go. This rewrite has several things that were not in the old version like character interaction, dialogue, and clearing up several points, and is bringing several new chapters, such as this one.

Chapter 21: Two Sides of the Same Coin

Saeviour and Ron sat around the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room, the fire crackling in the background. Occasionally, the yellow-and-orange fire would make the logs crackle and collapse due to the heat. It was nothing the two worried about as they sat in the two red seats, surrounded by red and gold, along with several portraits. They were deep in conversation.

"Why did you do that?" Ron asked, "You know you can't trust a slimy snake like he is."

"I don't," Saeviour admitted to hm.

"Then why did you agree to accept his pathetic apology?"

"I didn't accept him…. Did you honestly not hear what I said: I'll see if your apology can be trusted tonight. I'm not a fucking moron, Ron. He killed my mother and has tried to kill me multiple times since we've arrived!"

"I still don't see why you told him about the-" Ron's voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned closer, "the stone… He probably works for you-know-who."

"You-know-who isn't even in the castle. You and I both know that Voldemort-'' Ron flinched from the mention of the name, but Saeviour ignored that and continued on, "Is most likely dead. It's been a decade since he last tried to kill me."

"Dumbledore believes that he is alive," Ron shot back. "My mother believes that he is still around, lurking, waiting for a chance to return to his full strength."

"So does my dad. He's honestly even more terrified of allowing me to walk through Diagon Alley alone since mum died. But no one has tried to kill me."

"But no one tried to kill me? We've both almost died multiple times. Do you hear yourself?!" Ron raised his voice, up an octave.

Saeviour gave him a look, but he was really starting to hate the fact that Ron, his best friend in the entire world, the person who stuck with him through the good and the bad, and a brother but all in blood, wasn't hearing him or his logic whatsoever.

"Of course I hear myself, but the point is that I am literally the safest while at Hogwarts and Dumbledore wouldn't allow anything bad to happen to me. I'm the boy-who-lived. I'm the one that has to vanquish Voldemort and his followers. Why don't you understand the fact that I have my own reasons? I'm not an idiot!"

"I didn't say you were an idiot. Why are you putting words in my mouth when I am pointing out some of the inconsistencies and the fact that you should not trust your ex-brother, the ex-prisoner who spent six years in Azkaban, who threatened to kill you!"

His housemates who were busy doing their own thing like writing their papers, or reading a book, cheering as someone won a match of exploding snap or a game of chess, looked over to what was happening right next to the fireplace between him and Ron. No one bothered to say anything in what the commotion was and was seemingly interested in what they had to say.

"Fine! Trust the slimy snake, but I don't want to see you hurt again."

"Do you not hear what I am saying, Ron?" Saeviour accused. "I'm not trusting anyone. Don't be so daft."

"I'm daft? You're the one that believes every word he says."

"Yeah… I'm done with this conversation. There is no way I am getting through to you," Saeviour told him, pushing up his glasses on his hooked nose.

"Fine… But I'm not going with you!" Ron snarled.

"Fine."

Saeviour turned to leave and headed out of the Gryffindor Common Room. He passed by his fellow housemates who quickly returned their attention to back what they were doing, aware that whatever argument had happened was now done and over with. He headed out of the portrait that the Fat Lady protected and was heading to walk somewhere when he came across Hermione, her bushy hair in front of her.

"Hermione!" Saeviour greeted, raising his arm up in the air and waving it to get her attention.

It worked as Hermione's warm brown eyes met his, and she gave him a small smile.

"Saeviour," Hermione regarded him. "Do you need help with your Herbology essay, or the Potions' one?"

Saeviour raised his eyes as he tried to recall the two essays that Professor Sprout and Professor Snape assigned over the weekend. Both of them that he has yet to start and doing two feet of that was honestly going to be a nightmare. He'd have to beg Hermione to do it on Sunday evening, if he did not forget by then.

By Saeviour's silence, Hermione let out a long sigh, "Of course… Why am I never surprised that you haven't started on them yet…."

"Look, I'm not asking for me to look off your copy. I'm just asking for something else."

"What is it?"

"According to my ex-brother who gave me an apology…"

"An apology?" Hermione raised her eyebrow in disbelief, "You really believe that apology after everything he had done to you…. I honestly don't think that apology is actually an apology. Actually, I don't think he knows what an apology is."

"Well no. I don't think he can be trusted at all, but he also told me what Snivellus is planning…"

"Professor Snape, Saeviour," Hermione chided.

Saeviour ignored her remark about the proper respect he should be giving to his professors, but that was not the point whatsoever. He rolled his eyes, and explained to her in a low voice,

"Whatever… Anyways, he told me that he is planning to get the stone and we need to get it."

"When."

"I said tonight. Ron already said no, but I don't want to be alone with him in case he tries to do something."

Hermione sighed, "You do realize that is dangerous and this might be for nothing. Perhaps we should go tell Professor Dumbledore about this?"

If Saeviour really wanted Hermione to join him in this small adventure in getting the stone before Snivellus grabbed it, he had to go along with her.

"Fine."

…

Harrison had just finished writing his conclusion of his potions essay, when Draco had sat down from across from him, with his eyebrows raised and his silver eyes shining with curiosity. He looked like he was begging for answers which he couldn't deny the blonde, especially since he could wait until Harrison put away his stuff first. He paid no mind to Draco as he rolled up his potions' essay, and put his ink and quill back in his bag, and gave his attention back to the blonde.

"Did you need something, Draco?" Harrison asked, curiously.

"What happened during Herbology? You didn't curse Potter, or kill him, did you?"

"I'm hurt that you honestly think the worst of me, Draco." Harrison feigned innocence of the mention of killing the boy-who-lived. He wasn't stupid to do so, not when the headmaster would love to have that reason to throw him back to Azkaban. "But otherwise, no."

"Then what?"

"I apologized to him."

"You- WHAT?" Draco's voice raised an octave higher as he couldn't contain the surprised sound out of his voice.

Harrison shushed him as various eyes looked over at him, wondering what on earth they were talking about, but otherwise they didn't care as they returned their attention to what they were doing.

"Sorry, but why would you apologize to the pathetic boy-who-lived when you escaped their clothes and shedded your surname months ago… What are you planning?"

"You're really going to make me tell you, aren't you?"

Draco nodded.

Harrison sighed. He knew he had to tell the blonde, as he really desperately needed someone, besides Fred and George, to take care of some of the problems on the side. Mainly, he needed an alibi in case something went wrong, and if Dumbledore got suspicious. Knowing the old man, he'd know that it was a plot to get him out of the castle, and he would be the first suspect being questioned, right after the precious boy-who-lived.

"I need the boy-who-lived to lure me to the philosopher's stone and I have to gain his trust, so he would help me."

Draco's eyes widened as his mouth formed a small 'o'. He had that expression on his face for a few moments before he snapped out of it.

"First of all, why is the philosopher's stone in the castle? That is insanely dangerous but the headmaster doesn't care, so that does not surprise me. Second of all, why would you want to get the stone?"

Harrison remained quiet as he watched the blonde's expression as his silver eyes widen as it slowly dawned on him. He shook his head as he said,

"No, no… You cannot be that insane. Do you want to give the old man another excuse?"

"I'm sorry, but I need to get them out. I need to get Ella out."

"I'm not sure if you are suicidal, desperate , or insane… Or a combination of all three," Draco said, "But why do you need me for it?"

"I need an alibi."

…

Saeviour and Hermione headed down several flights of the grand staircases, nearly taking two steps at a time, before they stopped at the bottom of the last grand staircase, and looked at each other. Saeviour's hand rested on the staircase and he looked at Hermione, as it suddenly dawned on him that he had no idea where Professor Dumbledore's office was located.

"You wouldn't know where Dumbledore's office is at, do you?" Saeviour asked.

Hermione bit her lip and shook her head no.

Saeviour let out a long sigh. He didn't want to go to his father as he knew he would have thousands of questions and would stop him. He also knew that his father was most likely unaware that there was a priceless object located in Hogwarts.

"How about we go ask Professor McGonagall?" Hermione suggested.

Saeviour nodded and they headed up to Professor McGonagall's office. It was luck as they met up with the witch, who was carrying a stack of books in the corridor. They quickened their paces until they caught up to the witch.

"Professor McGonagall!" Hermione said. "We need to see Professor Dumbledore."

"See Professor Dumbledore?" Professor McGonagall repeated, as though this was a very fishy thing to want to do. "Why?"

"It's sort of secret," Saeviour said, but he wished at once he hadn't, because Professor McGonagall's nostrils flared.

"Professor Dumbledore left ten minutes ago," she said coldly. "He received an urgent owl from the Ministry of Magic and flew off for London at once."

"He's gone?" Saeviour said frantically, "Now?"

"Professor Dumbledore is a very great wizard, Potter, he has many demands on his time – "

"But this is important."

"Something you have to say is more important than the Ministry of Magic, Potter?"

"Look," said Saeviour, throwing caution to the winds, "Professor — it's about the Philosopher's Stone

—"

Whatever Professor McGonagall had expected, it wasn't that. The books she was carrying

tumbled out of her arms, but she didn't pick them up.

"How do you know —?" she spluttered.

"Professor, I think — I know — that Sn— that someone's going to try and steal the Stone. I've got to talk to Professor Dumbledore."

She eyed him with a mixture of shock and suspicion.

"Professor Dumbledore will be back tomorrow," she said finally. "I don't know how you found

out about the Stone, but rest assured, no one can possibly steal it, it's too well protected."

Professor McGonagall bent to pick up the books she'd dropped and said, "I know what I'm talking about, Mr. Potter. Now, I'd suggest you forget about the stone. It is well protected."

Saeviour looked at Hermione as Professor McGonagall walked away from them.

Waiting until she was out of earshot, he turned to Hermione and said,

"What a wonderful idea, Hermione…." Saeviour started, "Let's go see Dumbledore. Well now, he's gone. I bet you Snivellus had something to do with it."

"How about we keep an eye on him?" Hermione suggested.

"Good idea, Hermione… Since it is your idea, why don't you keep an eye on him."

"Fine… I'll keep an eye on him for a few hours, but it's literally your paranoia, Saeviour."

…

His footsteps echoed across the stone floor, as the torches casted an orange light, casting his large shadow against the stone walls. Several of his fellow housemates passed him, paying him no mind, as they walked past him, having conversations as they made their way back to the Slytherin common room.

He'd make his way back to the common room eventually, but right now, he had to talk to Professor Snape, first.

Harrison never thought he would have to go back to Professor Snape's office, to help fix a mess that he'd created. It would also make his job a lot easier. If he could get the man on board first.

He knocked three, short times on the wooden door, as he waited for Professor Snape to respond from the other side.

"Enter."

Harrison entered the potion's classroom, paying no attention about the cauldrons simmering with mysterious substances, the strange smell, or several potions' ingredients out on the floor as a poor Hufflepuff was busy serving detention. Harrison spotted the greasy-haired man with his hooked nose sitting at his desk, busy grading essays as he marked them with red ink, writing mainly D's or P's, standing for dreadful or poor respectfully.

He approached the Potions' master, his green eyes flickering towards the Hufflepuff, crouching on the floor, grimacing as they picked up a thing of liver.

"Professor Snape?" He asked, bearing no emotion in his voice.

"What is it?"

"I have something to ask you." His eyes flickered to the Hufflepuff once more, hoping that they were not listening. When they were still doing their task, he continued, "It's probably best if we go to your office."

Professor Snape's obsidian eyes were raised slightly, as the man simply nodded, and got up from his desk, his black robes billowing behind him as they entered the man's office.

"What is it?" Professor Snape asked once again, once they were inside the office.

"I need your help in getting the stone."

"How do you know about the stone?"

"I have my secrets," Harrison told him. He saw Professor Snape's raised eyebrows and clarified further, "Fine… Fred and George told me about the stone."

"The Weasley Twins?"

Harrison nodded.

"I don't want to know..."Professor Snape sighed.

Harrison ignored him and continued on,

"Seeing how the Dark Lord was in the castle, the Philosopher's stone is the best solution to bring him back to full power."

"What did you do?"

"I may have told Potter that you were going to steal the stone."

"Why?"

"The last thing I really want is for Dumbledore to be suspicious and since he was setting the boy-who-lived…. Why not let Dumbledore think that," Harrison explained. "Sir, the favor will be returned later, if you help me."

Snape's obsidian eyes stared him down and he continued talking,

"Sir, I'll put you in the dark lord's good graces since your loyalties are unquestionably dark. I'll only do that if you help me get the stone, so I can bring back to his full strength."

"Very well."

Imagine thinking your friend will commit homicide, so you have to ask them if they did when they are up to something. This turned out to be very dialogue heavy. Anyways, hi people. I did not abandon this work, in fact my brain went to rewriting this entire thing sot that's what I have been doing, instead of writing new chapters. I think I stopped at Chapter 16 when I last updated you guys, but please go back and read the previous chapters because it'll make sense in future chapters, or read it on AO3, under Fireiseverywhere.