Here's the awaited chapter, beloved readers: Chapter 13: Voldemort's Daughter and Harry's duel

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Vanella walked in between the isles of books, speed-reading the spines, searching for something her mother once told her. Her half-French mother was raped by Voldemort, and that was how Vanella Incendie was conceived. Vanella's last name was not hers, but it was what she went by. She could never reveal her last name, lest people-mainly her father-discover where and who she was. But, nine months after being raped and escaping Voldemort's deadly grasp by a spy for the Ministry among the Death Eaters- by name, Severus Snape-Vanella's mother gave birth to a baby girl, much to Voldemort's dismay. She named her by a name Voldemort would never suspect, and gave her a different last name. Then she went into hiding.

Shortly after Vanella's birth, Harry Potter disabled her father. Her mother told her later, that the only thing that could possibly bring him back to his full power was Nicolas Flamel's Stone, a small stone that is needed to produce the Elixir of Life, but she couldn't recall the name...

So, that left her at the library, searching for Nicolas Flamel. She thought that maybe, if she read about him, the name of his Stone might come back to her. She didn't have Harry's vivid memory, and her mother's words were fuzzy, but she distinctly remembered 'Stone' and 'Nicolas Flamel.'

She couldn't find anything on the spines, so resorted looking for books listing the accomplishments of great wizards. She found a book on it and searched in the Table of Contents for 'Flamel,' but it wasn't there. The book was one of a series, she was holding names 'H through P' in her hand, but 'A through G' was no where to be found. According to the librarian, it was checked out by, the one and only, Hermione Granger.

Vanella groaned and sat back down. There had to be another way. There just HAD to.

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"You wouldn't do that to me, Potter. You're too nice."

"I'll show you nice," Harry growled. Malfoy was taunting him, trying to get him to lose his temper, and it was working like a charm.

"Boys!" Snape shouted at them, showing his anger by not really shouting, but using that voice that was reproaching and infuriating at the same time. "Are you listening to me? This is a much more complex potion than yesterday's, and I don't want another exploding cauldron-"he shot a look at Neville "-or else."

Malfoy and Harry scowled at each other, agreeing to disagree. "Let's do this," Harry said, beginning to chop up some roots.

Draco agreed, focussed on getting a good grade in Potions, getting the eye of Newt for their potion.

They finished the simple potion before anyone else, even while only talking to each other when absolutely necessary.

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"It's really not all that important," Harry tried, still not getting anywhere in convincing the pacing Vanella that finding information on Nicolas Flamel didn't really matter. "They didn't get the 'Stone' or whatever's in that box, so we can rest peacefully."

"No, no, no." She suddenly stopped, obviously thinking through an idea. "Do you remember the first day, when Dumbledore announced that the Third Corridor was off limits?"

"Yea," Harry responded, not quite sure where she was going with this.

"Well? Don't you think that's a bit suspicious?"

Harry thought about it. "No."

Vanella rolled her eyes. "Well I do. And I'm going to figure this out." She sat down. "Later."

"Why not now?" Harry asked, writing with a swan-feather quill, working on his Transfiguration paper.

"Because," she said, "I need to finish that paper, too." She pulled out most of her books. "As well as the one for Professor Binns that is due Monday."

They both got down to work, sitting late into the night. After finishing his Transfiguration paper, he went to reading another book on spells. They retired to bed at around the same time, different things haunting their dreams.

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Vanella got up early in the morning, despite it being Saturday. It was still early fall, so she had no problem going for a walk outdoors by the lake. After walking around it awhile, she tired and sat down by the shore, watching the ripple of the lake water.

After about an hour, she spotted Hermione Granger walking from the castle. "You," she whispered, standing as the girl walked around the other side of the lake. She was holding a book under her arm, and even at the distance Vanella could read the title. It was the Great Wizard's Encyclopedia she was looking for the day before.

She racked her brain for appropriate spells, and decided that talking would work best until Granger made her angry enough to hex her. Especially since Harry was the one with the better spell-casting skills.

She walked casually over, towering over the sitting bushy-haired girl. "Hello," she greeted, no malice poisoning her voice.

Hermione looked up. "Er... hello." She was confused, and rightfully so. This girl... this Slytherin was standing next to and talking to her!

"When will you be done with that book, if I may ask?" Vanella questioned sweetly. I know of the perfect curse, if not, she thought. Harry had told her one that would make a person feel as if their insides were burning, and, considering her last name, she thought it would be perfect.

Hermione looked back down at the book in her hands. "Well, I don't know. I'm researching something."

Vanella gave a tight smile, much like Professor McGonagall's. "For what class?"

"Um... no class, just... research." Hermione was clearly nervous.

Had Hermione come to the same conclusion she had? Did she know of the Nicolas Flamel's Stone?  Impossible, she persuaded herself.

"Can I borrow it?"

"Er... the library has strict rules about things like that."

Vanella rolled her blue eyes, said objects looking like a deeper color even through her masked anger.

Hermione stared at her. She didn't know what the other girl wanted, and it wasn't helping any that she could almost sense the anger radiating off the girl.  Why is she angry? Over a book?

"Those rules were made to be broken. I'll get the book sooner or later. I just want it to be sooner, rather than later."

Hermione shook her head, saying 'no' to emphasize her point. "I don't think so."

"What do I have to do to persuade you?"

"Nothing. Nothing will persuade me."

Vanella took out her wand, twirling the mahogany stick in her fingers. "Are you sure?" she asked, still keeping up the sweet charade.

Hermione trembled a bit, but held fast.

Vanella pointed the wand. "I only need it for a few hours. Honestly."

The other girl shook her head. "Oh, no. I can't do that."

Vanella muttered the spell: "Flamma intus!"

Hermione dropped the book and clutched her stomach. She dropped, writhing on the ground.

Vanella knew the spell was much like the Cruciatus, an Unforgivable, and waited a few minutes. To stop the girls screams, she added, "Silentium vox." Instantly, the girls screams muted, no sound coming out of Hermione's open mouth.

"Finite incantem," Vanella said, stopping the Fire Curse, and the silence curse at once.

Hermione's pain died gradually, and when she was able to stand, her torturer was gone, as was the wanted book.

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Vanella did the research she needed and returned the book to the library quietly. She had all of the pages on Nicolas Flamel duplicated, using a duplication spell she had looked up, in order not to need to ask Harry for help. She figured that would alert him to her efforts.

"Nicolas Flamel," she muttered, reading over her find. "'The ancient study of alchemy is concerned with making the Sorcerer's Stone, a legendary substance with astonishing powers. The stone will transform any metal into pure gold. It also produces the Elixer of Life, which will make the drinker immortal.

"There have been many reports of the Sorcerer's Stone over the centuries, but the only Stone currently in existence belongs to Mr. Nicolas Flamel, the noted alchemist and opera lover. Mr. Flamel, who celebrated his six hundred and sixty-fifth birthday last year, enjoys a quiet life in Devon with his wife, Perenelle (six hundred and fifty-eight).'"

She set the papers down. "Now to find out why Dumbledore has it..."

The door to the Slytherin common room burst open and Professor Dumbledore strode in. He walked over and towered above her. No twinkle highlighted his sky blue eyes.

"Miss Incendie, you are wanted in my office," he said, calm voice laced with restrained anger. "Right away."

She put away her work and followed her Headmaster, all the while cursing under her breath. She was in trouble, now, and she knew it.

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Harry walked into the common room much later, after laying in his bed reading up on a few more charms and spells. He now knew quite a few hexes as well, from ones that tie you up to ones that take away your sight or your voice. After reading some of his defense spell book, he knew a bit about those too. And a good thing, because he needed them.

He was on his way to the Great Hall for some late Saturday-morning breakfast, when confronted by a very red and fuming Ron Weasley.

"YOU!" the red head shouted.

Harry looked at him, surprised and somewhat amused. "I... what?"

"Your, your friend tortured Hermione!" Ron's wand was pointed at Harry, but Harry was faster.

"Murus vitrum," he muttered, before Ron's spell could reach him. A wall of glass sat in front of Harry, deflecting any spells. The Glass Wall could only be penetrated from the inside.

This was one of those moments where Harry's reading could come in handy. "Deieci," he muttered, wand poised.

Ron was thrown backwards, knocking into a few observing students like a bowling ball. Ron, being a not-quite-studious first-year, didn't know what curse to throw back at Harry. By then, the students had formed a circle around the boys, except the ones knocked over by Ron, with Draco Malfoy as their ringleader.

Harry didn't pay attention to who they were cheering for when he muttered his last spell, "Delegavi," and walked off, still not quite sure of why he had been attacked.

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Author's Note: Well. That was fun. I'll be putting all of my charms, spells, hexes, and defense spells into a list and uploading it as its own story, later, but for now, I'm going to keep translations at the bottom of every chapter, when necessary.

Review answers:

BlackSparrow: No, he wasn't. That's alright, he'll make up his mind eventually. Ron and Hermione do come in, just not at the moment; the chances the for next chapter are looking good, though!

starangel2106: Yea, i thought it was fifty-five last time, making chapter 12 add up to 60... oh, well. I think that Snape giving the goldfish-look would cause * anyone * to die laughing, it would just be that great (maybe sometime soon... [hint, hint]). I figured Snape was human and could slip up. Procrastination is my religion, almost. Actually, at the moment, I'm procrastinating about a week's worth of Algebra homework... (uh-oh).

shirriez (review from chapter 11): No, you didn't hurt me with that. I didn't mind when people came and asked questions like that, or, 'She sounds like a Mary Sue...' or 'Is she a Mary Sue?' but when someone says, flat- out, that I'm doing something I know I'm not (like, per say, inserting * myself * into my story, or being prejudicial with my characters), that's what hurts. Sorry if my review answer was a tad misleading. It is hard to make sure you've got every little mistake out of a FanFic, (which is probably the reason for so many of mine, though some may be from my own stupidity). At the moment, the only people that know Vanella is Voldie's daughter are: Her, her mother, and her father. Maybe people will find out eventually, although I think if they did, they might assume she is automatically evil. (Judging by this chapter, it is a possibility.) I have a feeling Snape can get * very * sneaky... Anyway, I don't think you sounded like an idiot, and I'm glad you're willing to read my entire story (Warning: Might be long). Thanks!

Hippie Flower=Voldie's kid: Some people just really don't pay attention. Thanks!

leggylover03: I know he is, that's definitely fun to write. [ : ) ] Anyways, if 'GAH' is bad, I'll say again that when this is done, I'll be writing an alternate in which Harry turns out to be a Gryffindor.

SheWolfe7: I like Harry as a Slytherin! He's so much more... Slytherin- ish. I always did love the Slytherin point of view, anyway. Harry stunning Snape... I bet he'll manage to do it more than once, too. He's always doing crazy things in JKR's books, I bet he's the same way here...

Kayla Summers: I think, if given the chance, Snape would slip something. So he did. I'm not sure if he fits the code, but him slipping fits in well here! He * is * human after all, at least partly. I'm not sure Draco knows what he's doing... we'll have to see....

I know I didn't answer all reviews, but like I said, it's starting to confuse me. I'm too lazy to sort them out before updating everything, I guess. Anyway, those were most of them.

Translations (ooh, a lot):

"Flamma intus": 'Inside flame.'

"Silentium vox": 'Silence voice.'

"Finite incantem": 'End spell/incantation.'

"Murus vitrum": 'Glass wall.'

"Deieci": 'Throw down.'

"Delegavi" (accents on the 'a' and the 'i', but I can't get them on my computer): 'Bind, tie up.'

Done, see you next chapter: Expulsion? Detention?