Chapter 3

The Mardaya Stone

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Harry smiled and went upstairs to his bedroom. When he got there he found his beloved owl Hedwig with three letters lying on his bed. "Thanks, Hedwig. Here's an owl treat," Harry said as he gave Hedwig a mouse flavored owl treat. Harry sat on his bed as he opened his first letter. It was from Ron.

Hey Harry,

Hope the muggles are treating you well. Everything's the same here. Since Crouch died Percy gets to become substitute Head of The Department of Magical Cooperation until they can find someone else. So of course he won't shut up about it.

Mum said that we could come Thursday to save you from the Dursleys. I asked her why you couldn't come earlier but she just said Dumbledore has his reasons. Again.

Write back by Monday with your answer,

Ron

Harry knew what Dumbledore's reasons were. It was because of Mrs. Figg. Harry got out a piece of parchment from his desk drawer and he wrote back to Ron.

Hey Ron,

I'll be there. No matter what the Dursleys say. On Thursday night I'll be at Mrs. Figg's house. The Dursleys are going on vacation to Italy on Wednesday so I'll be with her all week. Don't worry about Mrs. Figg though because she's a witch. She'll understand.

Harry

P.S. Use floo powder. I'm pretty sure she's connected.

He sat the letter to Ron aside and opened the next one hoping that Mrs. Figg would understand. It was from Hermione.

Dear Harry,

How are you? Bulgaria has been nice, but I'll be returning earlier than I had planned. Ron wrote to me and said he was going to come and rescue you. Just be careful though. You two don't need another flying car incident.

Love from,

Hermione

Harry grinned. When he was in his second year, Ron and Harry couldn't get through the barrier at King Cross Station so they used the Weasley's blue Ford Angela to get to Hogwarts instead. Harry put Hermione's letter aside too and picked up the last one. It was from Hagrid.

Harry,

I can't say too much on account of I'm on a job fer Dumbledore. Just wanted to say Happy Birthday. I know your birthday isn't fer a couple o' weeks but I might not be able to reach you then.

Cheers,

Hagrid

Inside the envelope there was several objects. Harry took them out. Inside there were all kinds of little treasures. There was two chocolate frogs, a sugar quill, two pumpkin pasties and a weird turquoise colored rock.

"I wonder what this is," Harry said aloud. "Hmmm."

Harry looked at the rock in his hands. As soon as he picked it up off his bed his whole body had tingled with warmth.

Then a little voice was talking as if it wasn't coming from anywhere in the room. It sounded like it was coming from inside his head! "Searching," said a voice that sounded strangely like a computer, by the way it paused in between every syllable. "Object found. Mardaya Stone."

"Whoah!" Apparently it was some kind of computer. A computer that could identify objects! "This could be useful. I wonder if it can do anything else?"

"Searching," said the odd voice again. "The Mardaya Stone is only used for identification purposes."

"Wicked. Thanks Hagrid. I wonder where he got it?" Harry said thoughtfully.

"Searching. Information requested can not be found."

"Okay. I wonder where Mardaya Stones come from," Harry said rephrasing the question. Maybe it could only give general facts about the object and not pacific things.

"Mardaya Stones can be found world wide. They are created when a phoenix is touching a rock when it burns to ashes and is reborn. The rock, now a Mardaya Stone is indestructible. It gives the user knowledge about any object that they ask a question about, or by touching the stone to the object and saying Identifico."

"Dinner," Aunt Petunia called down from the kitchen.

"Coming," Harry said as he jammed Hagrid's goodies into the desk drawers. If the Dursleys saw him with sweets, (especially magical ones) he'd be in big trouble.

Dinner with the Dursleys had been same as usual. Uncle Vernon complaining that Harry's hair was a mess and that he needed a trim. Aunt Petunia talking about what her friend Yvonne told her when they had tea that afternoon, and Dudley didn't say much of anything. He was too busy shoving mashed potatoes down his huge mouth. As he was eating dinner he realized that Mrs. Figg was the Arabella Figg that Voldemort wanted to know about. He had to send her an owl. "May I be excused," Harry said in a rush.

"Why?" Uncle Vernon said suspiciously.

"I'm just full that's all."

"All right then," Uncle Vernon growled.

"Thanks," Harry said as he got up from the table and ran upstairs. He scrambled over to his desk, grabbed a piece of parchment and quickly wrote to Mrs. Figg.

Dear Mrs. Figg,

When you found me laying in the flower bed I had a dream or vision or whatever it was about Voldemort. He wanted to know where Sirius, Lupin, and you were at. He was planning muggle torture tonight. They had Snape. You probably don't know who Snape is, but Severus Snape is the potions master at Hogwarts.

Write back very soon

Harry Potter

Harry rushed over to Hedwig's cage unlocked it and let her out. "Hedwig give this to Mrs. Figg. Understand?"

Hedwig looked at the letter then at Harry and let out a hoot, telling Harry that she didn't understand.

"Mrs. Figg lives on Durpick Drive just a few blocks down," Harry said as he tied the letter to Hedwig. "It's the only green house on the street, and hurry." Once Harry was done tying it to Hedwig's leg she took flight out of the window. Harry leaned against the wall for a minute and sighed in relief. He watched Hedwig fly down Privet Drive and then turn left until he couldn't see her anymore.

Then he remembered the Mardaya Stone. He walked over to his desk, opened the drawer and took it out. As soon as the Stone touched his skin a warmth spread over every part of his body. He wondered what it would say if it was to analyze him. He might as well give it a go.

"Identifico," Harry said as he whipped his out his wand with his right hand and pointed it at the stone that was in his left hand.

"Searching. Object found. Identifying. Harry Potter. Age: 14 soon to be 15. The boy who defeated the dark lord."

The boy who defeated the dark lord. That's who most people knew him by. Or the boy with the lightning bolt scar. He was disappointed with the answer from the Stone. Harry didn't know what he wanted to hear from it though. Harry mainly didn't want to hear the description it gave to him.

For the next half hour Harry put the stone up against almost all of the objects in his room, while he thought about the dream he had had that afternoon.

Why is Snape not talking though? He hates me, and my father and any friend of my father or me. How come he's going through the Cruciatus Curse? Is that why Dumbledore trusts him? Because he'll go through all of that for our side? How did he get there with Voldemort in the first place? It looked like he was posing as a death eater. Why though? Voldemort said he was a spying for Dumbledore. What does all of this mean?????????

There was a tapping noise on the window. Harry looked up from his bed that he was identifying and saw Hedwig trying to get in. Harry ran over to the window, opened it and let Hedwig in with Mrs. Figg's response. He snatched it away from Hedwig and tore it open.

Dear Harry,

Don't panic. I don't know what all of this means, but I bet Dumbledore does. Why don't you try to contact him?

Your Protector,

Arabella Figg

P.S. We'll talk soon

Dumbledore, of course! Why hadn't he thought of it before. That's who he should of wrote to in the first place. He quickly got out another piece of parchment from his desk drawer. Harry hurriedly dipped his quill into the ink bottle and began to write a letter to Dumbledore.

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

I had another dream today. It was about Voldemort. Wormtail was there and so was Snape. They were torturing Snape with the Cruciatus Curse. They were trying to find out where Mrs. Figg, Lupin, Sirius, and I'm at. He also mentioned a group of people called the old crowd. Then Voldemort left Snape with Wormtail to go do muggle torture with Lucius Malfoy. Some of the details are kind of fuzzy. Please write back soon Professor.

Sincerely,

Harry Potter

He rushed over to Hedwig's cage and let her out. Hedwig looked exhausted from delivering two letters in one day but she held still while Harry tied his letters to Hedwig's leg. "Take this one to Dumbledore. Take this one to Ron." Hedwig hooted and flew out the window.

It was late and Harry was tired so he went to bed.