Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling.

Harry knew that Hogwarts would never be the same with the introduction of the new Marauders. He had no idea how much it would change either.

Harry and his three friends were only too happy to cross the barrier onto platform 9 ¾ the first of September. Hermione wouldn't stop jabbering about the history of Hogwarts and the history of the train. Ron would repeatedly get into a stupid argument with Hermione. Ginny was only too happy to be going along for the ride.

The four all found a compartment together and were only too happy to sit back and relax.

"Excuse me, have any of you seen a toad?" a boy asked as he opened their compartment door.

"What's the toad's name?" Harry asked already knowing the answer.

"Trevor," said the boy.

"Accio Trevor the Toad," Harry said giving a wave of his wand. He knew that once they were on the train it was safe to begin using magic with a wand. Harry heard a few shrieks from different girls that he guessed had seen the toad fly past them. It was barely a moment later that the toad zoomed into the compartment. Harry caught the toad and handed it to the boy, "Here you go, you might want to keep him in his cage for the rest of the trip."

"Thanks," said the boy, "I'm Neville by the way, Neville Longbottom."

"Nice to meet you Neville. I'm Harry Potter. This is Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Ginny Weasley," he said introducing each of his friends in turn. Fred and George were riding up with Lee Jordon, their best friend.

Neville, of course, reacted the same as everyone else and his eyes jumped up to Harry's scar. In the future Harry learned to be proud of his scar. It caused fear for many of the younger Death Eaters that he'd run across. Since that time he'd always kept his hair cut short and spike so as to show off the scar whenever possible.

"Yes I'm that Harry Potter," said Harry with a smile, "want to sit with us."

Neville nodded dumbly but his eyes never left Harry's scar.

"Hello Neville," said Hermione, "So what year are you?"

"First year, you?"

"We're all in first year," said Hermione, "I must say that I'm really excited to be able to finally use my wand."

"I just feel lucky that I was accepted," said Neville, "My family thought that I'd be a squib for the longest time."

"Neville, I imagine that once you've trained up a bit you'll be a right powerful wizard," said Harry with a smile.

"You think so?" asked Neville.

"Sure, you have to remember, most of the students coming into Hogwarts will probably know as much as you do or even less. And being that you understand what a squib is, I'd say you're ahead of most muggleborns so don't worry so much," said Harry.

"Are all of you from wizarding families?" asked Neville.

"Well, my mum and dad were obviously a witch and wizard," said Harry.

"But I'm muggleborn," said Hermione, "and Harry is my adopted brother so he is technically from a non-magical family though if you were to come to our house you might not think so these days."

"I know, I can't believe how much mum and dad have embrace magic. I couldn't believe they let Sirius connect them to the floo for that matter," said Harry.

"After the floo it was all down hill from there," said Hermione.

"Anyway, we're both from a pureblood family," said Ron.

"Not that purebloods are any better," added Ginny.

"As it is, most of the magic we've learned so far has come from Harry and Hermione's nonstop reading," said Ron.

"At least we pick up a book once and a while," shot back Hermione. The next row had begun.

"Do they do that often?" asked Neville to Harry as he watched them go.

"What? Oh, yeah, they do it so often after a while you stop noticing," said Harry, "What's the score now Ginny?"

"Hermione's way ahead with 192 victories to Ron's 125 victories," said Ginny, "And that's just since last month, but seeing as this is a new month we should restart the count."

"Right you are," said Harry with a laugh.

"You actually keep count of their arguments?" asked Neville.

"Those are only the ones that we're present for," said Harry.

"Sometimes we make a game of it to see who can get them into a row the most," said Ginny.

"Which isn't hard mind you," said Harry.

"You lot are crazy," said Neville before he could cover his mouth, "Sorry, I didn't mean that."

"Sure you did and you are probably right," said Harry.

Just then the compartment door slammed open.

"I've heard that Harry Potter is in this compartment," said a snide arrogant voice that Harry would love nothing more than end permanently.

"And what if he is?" asked Harry without meeting the boys face.

"I felt it my duty to see to it that he's in proper company," said the boy, "not with some Weasels and a couple of mudbloods."

"What's your name?" asked Harry already knowing the answer.

"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy," said the boy haughtily.

"Well, Mr. Malfoy," began Harry, "If I ever hear such an obscenity uttered again in my presence I will not hesitate to break or remove a limb from your body." This time Harry locked eyes with the boy. Harry felt pleasure in seeing Malfoy Jr. recoiled in fear when he met Harry's eyes.

He recovered soon enough but that didn't keep the fear out of his voice, "Who do you think you are to threaten me?"

"I am Harry Potter. I have destroyed the body of the most power dark lord in recent history. If he ever comes back, I will destroy him again. Any upstarts who want to take his place will also die at my hands. Anyone I catch associating with the any dark lord will die by my hands. That includes you and your father. You might be from a wealthy family Malfoy but all of the money in the world cannot protect you from death. Consider yourself warned." With that said Harry gave a flick of the wrist and magically threw the boy out of the cabin and into his two cronies effectively knocking them all unconscious.

"Making enemies already?" asked Ron.

"He was never going to be a friend," said Harry.

"I can't believe you just threatened him," said Hermione, "I'm telling mum and dad."

"No your not," said Harry, "That boy is an elitist and his family proudly served Voldemort and one day he hopes to do the same. The only reason his family was not stripped of their wealth and status and not sent to prison when Voldemort fell is because they paid their way out of trouble. Bribed officials, specifically Minister Fudge, to accept their claims to be under the imperious curse. Make no mistake Hermione, I was not threatening that boy. I made him a promise to kill him and his family if they ever associate with a dark lord again."

Hermione was shocked by Harry. She had never seen such pure malice behind his eyes, nor had she seen such hidden wisdom either. Suddenly she became suspicious of Harry.

"Too right Harry," said Ron, "Dad's told us all about the Malfoy family isn't that right Ginny?"

Ginny nodded but Harry could see that something was wrong, "What is it Ginny?"

"The way he looked at me . . ." she began but paused as she shivered.

"Ginny, if he ever comes near you, you must tell me," said Harry, "He's dangerous to all of us."

"What do you mean Harry? He's only a boy like you," said Hermione.

"No, not like me. He's dangerous because he is only too happy to tell his father anything that he sees of me. I have no doubt that he came in here to hopefully secure a position in my circle only to spy on me for his father," said Harry, "Stay away from him at all costs."

Hermione finally nodded seeing that Harry was deadly serious about the situation.

"So Harry, would it be safe to assume that he is the number one target for all future pranks?" asked Ron.

"Absolutely," said Harry, "But we have to be careful. If we push him too far he may do something foolish and hurt one of us in retaliation."

Ron nodded.

Neville meanwhile was shocked by the conversation that just took place.

"So Neville," began Ron, "Do you play wizards chess?"

And so the mood broke and they all returned to happier pursuits. Harry though spent most of the carriage ride reassuring Ginny that everything would be alright. What ever she sensed from Malfoy had really shaken her.

The remainder of the train ride passed by smoothly without trouble. Harry bought a load of sweets for all of his friends using some of the gold from his trust. Hermione didn't like it but she couldn't really argue as she'd become addicted to some of the sweets despites their parents protesting. They were dentists after all.

Having arrived into Hogsmead Station Harry was only too happy to hear the familiar voice of the gamekeeper, even though he had not heard that voice since the end of his sixth year his first time around. Hopefully this time things would go much more in his favor.

"Firs' Years o'er 'ere," called the booming voice of the familiar half giant.

"Hello," said Harry with a grin as he looked the giant man.

"Well hello there," he said beaming, "You may not 'member me but I knew you when you was jus' a baby."

"I remember you from a dream I had about a flying motorcycle," said Harry.

"You remembered," he beamed proudly, "Names Hagrid."

"Pleased to meet you," said Harry. Hermione and the other followed suit. Ron took a bit longer as he was stunned at the sheer size of the giant.

They followed the giant man along with the other first years to the magical boats waiting to take them across the enchanted lake. Harry thought back and remembered vividly the first time he'd ever seen the castle. It was such a perfect sight to behold and an absolutely perfect night too. The vision of the castle that appeared before him was exactly as he remembered it. It was simply spectacular and left them all in awe.

Soon they were all lined up to await Professor McGonagall.

"Remember everyone, if you have to, argue with that stupid hat to put you into Gryffindor," Harry whispered to his friends, including Neville.

Professor McGonagall though didn't seem happy that Harry was talking at the same time as her.

"You young man, should feel lucky that you have not been placed in a house yet or else I would be only too happy to deduct house points," chided McGonagall.

Harry turned on the charm, "I apologize for speaking out of turn. I was just commenting to my friends that if all our teachers look as good as you then we'd never be able to concentrate because we'd all be in awe."

Harry heard her giggle lightly but then settle for a light smirk and twinkling eyes. The students surrounding Harry were all in awe of him. Professor McGonagall just turned and led them into the Great Hall to be sorted.

The same names that were so familiar to him were called off one by one until Hermione was called up. This time the Hat seemed to be having a lot of trouble deciding where to put her. Harry could see the red hint of anger creeping up her face as she was mentally arguing with the hat. Finally the Hat seemed to sigh in defeat and called out, "GRYFFINDOR!"

The Gryffindor table erupted in cheers. Hermione looked relieved to Harry.

"Harry Potter," said McGonagall.

Harry walked up confidently and sat down to await the Hat's rant.

"Hmm, what do we have here?" spoke the Hat into Harry's head.

"Hello Gideon, it's been awhile since we last spoke hasn't it?" said Harry to the hat.

"Indeed, it would seem so," said the Hat. Harry had many conversations with that Hat in the future. It was one of the few items Harry and the others escaped the castle with when it fell. It was then he learned the Hat's name, Gideon.

"Gryffindor again isn't it?" asked Harry.

"It would seem that you would accept nothing else," said Gideon, "But I would recommend caution. Don't act too quickly. Some things are meant to take their course."

"I know, I can trust that you won't tell Dumbledore anything you've learned from my mind?" asked Harry.

"Of course, I know the laws even better than he does," said Gideon laughingly.

"Indeed, do me a favor, ensure that the two Weasley's become Gryffindor," said Harry, "It is where they are meant to be."

"Fine, but you will have to come chat with me later," said Gideon happily.

"Of course, if you've seen my memories then you know that I've often come to you when I need advice," said Harry.

"I know, well then, I think the others are starting to get impatient," said Gideon before he finally shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!!!"

Harry happily took his seat with the other Gryffindor's. Harry didn't pay much attention after that or he would have noticed that the Hat took quite a bit longer to decide where to place Malfoy. He would have also notice the color drain from Malfoy's face while he was being sorted. Whatever it was that the Hat told him, it had obviously made an impact that would have rippling effects on the future. The Hat did place him in Slytherin though Malfoy wasn't looking too sure of that decision.

Both Ron and Ginny joined Harry and Hermione at the table only too happy to be there. The feast proceeded much as Harry remembered it including Voldemort's attempt to search Harry's mind from the back of Quirrel's head. Harry had to let Voldemort in a little and see a lot of false images. Harry was lucky that Voldemort would be so confident in what he saw that he would never suspect he was being given false information.

That night Harry and the others slept deeply and contentedly though they had to all be up very early in the morning. There were plans that had to be carried out. It was time the school was properly introduced to the new Marauders. Today would be one for the History books as muggles would say. Indeed, the next edition of 'Hogwarts: A History' and all the following editions would speak of this day in particular.

The group all agreed that the first of the pranks would be school wide affecting everyone including themselves. The pranks would begin at breakfast and end when everyone went to sleep. Not even the ghosts and one poltergeist would be able to avoid this one.

Of course they all snuck back up to bed so that it would appear that they woke up along with the other students and effectively draw attention away from them selves.

Promptly at six a.m. the entire school was woken up. Not one person had a clue how this particular task was accomplished but nonetheless it was. Every student and every teacher at six a.m. was awoken to it snowing in their beds and small conjured penguins running about the school. This included one very unhappy potions professor. Now that everyone was awake the penguins all vanished and the snow melted soaking the beds.

Too saw that a warm refreshing shower would have been greatly appreciated after being awoken to a blizzard inside the castle was an understatement. The only problem was that the shower heads would randomly shoot a massive burst of freezing cold water at unsuspecting victims.

The student body was very unhappy as they made their way down to breaks, especially when every stairway turned into a slide whenever someone stepped on them. For the Slytherins' this was especially painful as they were all trying to climb the stairs going up.

When the students did finally reach the Great Hall for breakfast no one was happy. They all sat and ate their breakfast in peace. That was until the plate all began to complain about their lot in life and began throwing the food off themselves and at the students and teachers. No matter what any teacher attempted not one of them could stop it from happening. This had the effect of cheering most of the students up though as a massive food fight broke out amongst the student body.

Not one student or teacher had paid any attention to the ceiling though. If they had they might have noticed the rain clouds starting to form over there heads.

Suddenly the entire room stopped, frozen in place. The rain began to fall on them washing them all clean. Poor Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff suddenly rushed to the front of the assembly hall. The lights dimmed and a single spot light shined on him. From nowhere a bright yellow rain coat appeared on him and he began a rendition of 'Singing in the Rain'.

When his song ended the next event began. Sixteen children moved to the front of the Hall and all sat before conjured instruments. Without knowing how, they begin to play a heavy swing beat. As if on cue a few select couples got up on the tables and began to dance swing-style. Including Harry and Ginny.

As quickly as all of this had happened it ended rather impressively as everything that was out of place vanished and the room returned to look as though it were normal once again. Little did they know.

Bright words appeared in gold sparkling letters. Harry knew this might have tipped his hat to the teachers but the majority of the students didn't have a clue.

"The Ghost of 'The Marauders' would like to thank the victims of the next generation for their unwilling participation in this latest prank. We do hope that you enjoy what we've prepared for the rest of the day. Good luck, may Merlin protect you all because no one else can. – Prongs"

Harry definitely saw a twinkle in Professor Dumbledore's eyes as the mirth overflowed. He also looked on in satisfaction at the pale expression on Professor Snape's face.

Professor Dumbledore stood up to speak a few words to the student body but as soon as he stood a rather large fart erupted from behind him. Harry had never in his life seen the old man look so terribly embarrassed. "Excuse me, I'm not sure where that came from," he said recovering quickly. That didn't prevent the student body from laughing terribly, though some just looked disgusted. "I do hope that we all enjoy these pranks today. It would be a shame to let such fine works of magic go to waste. However, I do hope that whoever is responsible will refrain from playing pranks in any lessons."

Harry knew that Dumbledore was looking straight at him when he said that. He'd basically just given Harry permission to do anything he wanted as long as he didn't disrupt any classes.

Fred and George were shocked by Dumbledore's statement. They looked as though Christmas had come early.

The day continued from there filled with mirth and excitement from all the students. Not even the fact that Harry had Potions in the afternoon made the slightest difference to his mood. During class everything was peaceful and all of the students were in a good mood, including the Slytherins who seemed to let their shields down a bit. But between classes was pure, unadulterated havoc and pranking without restraints. Girls found themselves dressed as boys and boys as girls between one class and that ended as soon as the next class began. Some students were hopping around like frogs while others acted like monkeys. After ward they all had a good laugh about it.

Everything went smoothly until potions class.

Snape strutted into the classroom from his office with his robes billowing behind him as they always did. He gave the same speech as the first time around. This time though Harry looked directly at the man while writing notes. He wasn't going to give him any reason to make an example of him, not that he wouldn't anyway.

"Ah, it seems our new celebrity has joined us at last," said Snape snidely.

"I'm not a celebrity," said Harry coolly, "I'm famous, there's a slight difference. Celebrities seek fame and fortune. I'm already rich and I have lots of fame so I am famous and not a celebrity."

Snape bristled with anger, "Fine then, perhaps you could tell me . . ." and then he began to question Harry endlessly about different potions ingredients. After fifty questions about what an ingredient did Harry got fed up and started countering by asking the potions master how to prepare the ingredient for use. Harry even went further when he insisted that the Potion's Master showed them how it was done. By the end of the lesson Harry had not only outsmarted the Potion's Master but he'd effectively gotten the best potion's lesson he'd ever gotten in his entire life, future life included. Snape was so busy trying to show Harry up he didn't have the chance to take any points from a single Gryffindor that lesson. Of course he made up for it the next class by slaughtering the Hufflepuffs.

Dinner included a show at the expense of the faculty and staff as they did a rendition of 'The Wizard of Oz' with Mrs. Norris as Toto. At the end it was met by a standing ovation from the majority of the student body. Most of the teachers laughed merrily at the end. Some like Snape who was the Scarecrow and Quirrel who played the Cowardly Lion weren't that happy about it. Hagrid enjoyed it thoroughly as he played the Tin Man. Dumbledore was of course the Great and Powerful Oz. McGonagall played the 'Good Witch of the North'. Madam Hooch was the 'Wicked Witch of the West.' Professor Sprout was Dorothy. Filch wasn't please either as he had to play one of the monkey men. Flitwick had a blast as one of the 'Munchkin's'.

Of course no night would be complete without having all of their pajamas and nightgowns turned the color of candy canes. And finally just as they all lay down to go to sleep they were all greeted by a buck of water being dumped on them all at one time.

Harry and the Marauders were indeed very pleased with their work that day. Fred and George claimed they could die happy now that they'd earned their place in Hogwarts: A History as the day of the 'Great Prank'. Somehow it became a celebrated day at Hogwarts every year after that as the next group of pranksters would great the new term with pranks in an attempt to out do the year before. Of course with the Marauders present for seven years that was a rather difficult task to accomplish.

The week then continued much the same as it had the first time around including Neville's broom mishap and Harry making the Quidditch team in his first year. Sirius reacted by promising to buy him the very best broom on the market every year for him as a congratulatory gift. Harry managed to talk him down to every other year for the simple fact that he would never want the Nimbus 2001 because Malfoy would have that same broom the next year.

Time passed as it does with Harry positioning his chessboard of life just so. He could not allow for Voldemort to get his hands on the Philosopher's Stone or that would negate his plans. He had to ensure that certain events still happened. Harry wasn't sure how he managed it but the night of Troll attack happened in exactly the same way except that the method that landed Hermione in the Girl's Lavatory was a bit different. Ron had basically yelled at her that he wanted her to stay away from him and stop being his friend. He was angry because Hermione had once again shown him up in class. He'd accepted that Harry was just better but he felt as though he should have been able to keep up with her at the very least.

After Ron saved her from the Troll with only a little of Harry's help, they made up rather splendidly in Harry's opinion. Harry had only chosen to distract the troll and let Ron handle the rest. Ron needed the confidence booster and the Troll seemed to fulfill this requirement. Hermione and Ron were a bit closer after that but they still argued until they were both blue in the face.

Ginny was disappointed that she'd missed out on such an adventure. She'd spent the whole day in the lavatory trying to cheer Hermione up but Hermione eventually managed to send her to the Great Hall to enjoy the feast, which led to her non-involvement. Harry of course made it up to her by getting her detention with him in the forest where she got her first adventure and she met Voldemort along side of Harry. This was a result of her involvement in assisting Harry with the removal of a certain dragon. After that Ginny wasn't so keen on having too many adventures for a while at the very least.

Harry had to work very hard to hide his contempt of Voldemort when ever he was in the presence of Quirrel, which wasn't always easy. Snape remained the same bastard he always was except that Harry had managed to trick him in to teaching a valuable potions lesson every time, despite the loss of points for Gryffindor that would often follow whenever Harry opened his mouth. Harry and Dumbledore rarely ran into each other, intentionally on Harry's part. He didn't want to risk exposing himself to anyone who may have been watching.

The New Marauders were both loved and hated by the students at large. There pranks never hurt anyone but would often embarrass them unrelentingly. They stuck to the general rules of never hurting anyone and never during class time. The last rule Fred and George didn't particularly like.

"One down, six to go eh Harry?" asked Ron as they left their last end of term exam.

"Only six huh?" asked Harry sarcastically. He was honestly bored during the exam. Granted the entire crew was bored but there really wasn't much they could do about that. Harry had continued with the training for all of them throughout the year.

Ginny had finally hit a ceiling in her ability to expand her magic any further. She had made it to the level of an Arch Mage and her progression at that point had slowed drastically. Harry talked to Dumbledore about it and was told that the physical body does have its limits, but hopefully as she got to be a bit older her magic would be able to expand once again but probably never going beyond the rank of a Sorceress. She and Harry worked together everyday to develop their wandless magic, which they both excelled at.

Ron and Hermione both also hit a ceiling but at the level of a Mage. None of them knew this of course but then they didn't really need to know this either. It did frustrate Harry that their rate of growth had slowed so significantly. He had been planning and scheming with the idea that they would all excel to a certain level of power. Now he was force to rework those plans according to their current powers.

Harry's powers though didn't hit any kind of barrier in his continued growth. In fact they had actually begun to grow more quickly than he could control, which did begin to cause problems for him in some of his classes. Luckily he was able to spend many long hours in the room of requirement developing control as much as possible, especially with wandless magic.

"Anybody in the mood for a prank?" asked Hermione.

"I am," said Ginny happily, "I think a prank would be the perfect way to celebrate the end of the year and I can think of the perfect target."

The other three followed her line of sight directly to Malfoy. Very quickly they all wore identical expressions.

"I do believe that Kitty is a genius," said Harry happily.

"Mr. Joker happily concurs with Mr. Pride's excellent assessment," said Ron.

"Ms. Genius would like to remind you both that we need to plan this out well in order to best humiliate the target," said Hermione.

"Indeed Ms. Kitty agrees," said Ginny, "and would like to inform Ms. Genius that she already has an excellent idea."

Very quickly a plan was made base on Ginny's idea. As always Hermione solidified the plan and solved any loopholes that may have occurred in that plan. Ron just agreed with everything. He quickly came to dislike Malfoy as much as the others for the fact that Malfoy was always rubbing his wealth in his face.

It wasn't too much later that Malfoy was found stuck to the ceiling of the entrance hall by his feet and covered in a dozen different colors along with his two cronies. Naturally it was only the students that could see the three that were stuck there. That was until Professor Snape walked underneath them break the spell and causing them to fall on top of him thus knocking him to the ground.

Harry ate dinner calmly and watched the head table. He only had to wait until Quirrel disappeared. Once he had gone Harry followed about ten minutes after him alone. Of course he prearranged for Hedwig to deliver a message to Professor Dumbledore as soon as he returned from the Ministry of Magic explaining where he could find Harry.

Harry entered the Third Floor corridor and found Fluffy sleeping soundly. He levitated the paw off the trap door and then jumped in himself. After quickly burning away all of the Devil's Snare that was in his path to the next room he proceeded. In the key room Harry cheated a bit and just used a very advanced unlocking charm to open the door. Harry was completely lacking the patience to deal with the chess board and instead transfigured the pieces into small mice and walked past it without giving it a second thought. Harry already knew which potion to take on his way and so just took the potion and walked through the flame into the final antechamber.

"Evening Professor Quirrel," greeted Harry as he entered the room to see the man standing before the mirror.

"Potter," he said snidely.

"Yep, that's me," said Harry, "So, found the stone yet. No wait, let me guess, you haven't." Harry was grinning and almost laughing.

"What do you know about this mirror?" demanded Quirrel.

"The Mirror of Erised?" asked Harry, "You mean you master doesn't know already?"

"Silence boy, what would you know of the greatness of my master," screamed Quirrel.

"Oh yeah, so great," said Harry sarcastically, "If he's really so great then how is it he was destroy by a small baby boy?"

"He was not defeated," screamed Quirrel, "He is still the greatest wizard the world has ever known."

"Keep telling yourself that," said Harry, "I hope you do realize that as soon as you've given him exactly what he wants he'd going to kill you."

"You're a fool Potter, he rewards his faithful," said Quirrel.

"So you mean to tell me that he has never once caused you pain when you angered him or failed in a task he gave you? Don't kid yourself. You're already dead," said Harry confidently.

"He only punished me as I deserved," said Quirrel.

"Let me speak with the boy," said a dark raspy voice.

"But Master, you are not strong enough . . ."

"Silence, I have strength enough for this," said Voldemort.

Quirrel removed his turban revealing the face of Harry's greatest enemy.

"So nice to see you again," said Harry jovially, "It's been ages. I must say though that you've really let yourself slip, reduced to nothing more than a pathetic parasite." Harry could feel the anger welling up inside of Voldemort as the connection from his scar tried to flare up but was successfully repressed by Harry.

"Insolent boy," yelled Voldemort, "I have you to thank for this reached existence. I will give you this one chance. Join me or die."

"Hmm, let me think for a moment," said Harry sarcastically, "Join you and become what I detest most in the world or die and leave the world at your mercy. I think I'm going to choose option C and just destroy you once and for all."

"Bold words for just a tiny little whelp," said Voldemort.

"Surely you can do better than that, I thought you were supposed to be smart," said Harry, "I once read that Tom Riddle was supposed to be cunning and witty but right now I'd say you rank about the same as a Hufflepuff."

"Never speak that foul name to me," roared Voldemort angrily.

Harry could see that Voldemort's anger was starting to really hurt Quirrel.

"Master please," begged the man.

"So tell me Tom, have you told your young servant there that you are half muggle?" asked Harry.

"What is this you speak of?" demanded Quirrel, "My master is the descendant of the noble Salazar Slytherin."

"True, he is, but he's only Slytherin's descendant by a mere fraction. Let me tell you a little story I came across not too long ago. After Slytherin was driven from the castle he had a son. But woe to Slytherin, his only son was a squib. Slytherin cast aside the boy and died alone. The son though continued to procreate and hate magic for what it had done to him. Over time and many generations of squibs the family became entirely muggle. Eventually there was a muggle by the name of Tom Riddle. He was a very proper muggle who through his sorted ways got a young and foolish witch knocked up. I should mention that this witch was also one of those hateful mudbloods you so hate. Anyway, the product of their indiscretion resulted in the birth of one Tom Marvolo Riddle, you're master."

Harry could feel the rage coming off of Voldemort. There were so many times in the future that Harry had so wished to taunt and tease Voldemort like this but unfortunately that time was usually spent fighting for his life while Voldemort did the taunting. Harry also knew that this would be the very last time he would ever bother to taunt him because the next time they met would result in one of their deaths.

"Tell me Potter," demanded Voldemort while causing intense pain to fill Quirrel's body, "How is it that you know this? I was unaware that anyone knew."

"When someone kills your parents and then attempts to kill you, you'd be surprised how much you wish to learn about your enemy," said Harry acidly, "As soon as I knew that you killed them it became my mission to know and understand you. Many of the greatest muggle philosophers believed that before you could defeat an enemy that you would need to know your enemy. Very smart men if I do say so myself, but then you wouldn't know as you consider muggles to be beneath you."

Voldemort seemed to be studying Harry, "I suppose it matter not because you will die here. Kill him Quirrel."

Harry smirked as Quirrel charge forward to grab Harry. Harry caught the man's hands in his own and smiled happily as the man's hands burned and turned to ash.

"What magic is this?" asked Quirrel as he backed away.

Harry though wasn't finished. He rushed forward grabbed Quirrel's head. It was moments later that blackness greeted him as it should have done.

Harry awoke a few days later in the hospital wing. He was angry when he checked the calendar only to see that he missed the last Quidditch match of the season by a day. Dumbledore came shortly after Harry woke up.

"Hello Harry," said Dumbledore, "Good to see you're awake."

"Glad to be awake though I'm a bit angry that I woke up a day late," said Harry, "I had hoped I would have awoken sooner but it would seem that fate is against me."

Dumbledore chuckled, "So, I take that the events that transpired were intended to transpire?"

"Indeed," said Harry, "I hope that you've destroyed that damn stone now for good."

"I have," said Dumbledore with a nod, "Nicolas and I agree that it is for the best."

"I knew you'd say that," said Harry. He then had an idea. "Sir, why don't you have a bean," he said motioning to the box of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans.

Dumbledore spoke, "I had the great misfortune in my youth to get a vomit flavored one. I dare say that I've lost my taste for them since."

"Why don't you try again?" suggested Harry.

Dumbledore shrugged and pulled one out. He was about to put it in his mouth when Harry stopped him.

"Not that one, trust me," said Harry with a wink.

Dumbledore smiled and set that bean aside and took another and put it in his mouth.

Harry was shocked when Dumbledore turned green, "Sir, are you alright?"

Dumbledore force himself to swallow before he spoke, "I don't think these beans like me very much."

"What flavor was it?"

"Wet-dog I think, maybe cat," said Dumbledore, "Tell, what would the other have been?"

"Earwax," said Harry, "Sorry, I was trying to help honestly I was."

"Fear not, I'll survive though I do think I will stick to Lemon Drops in the future," said Dumbledore.

"Good idea," said Harry, "So, can I please get out of here now?"

"Of course," said Dumbledore, "I do hope you have an enjoyable summer."

"Thanks, you too," said Harry.

Once again Harry wandered out of the infirmary as he'd been accustomed to in the future. He was able to find his friends quickly enough. They all greeted him with a lot of yelling and shouting and then a lot more questions.

The leaving feast passed with Gryffindor winning the house cup and Slytherin glaring intensely.

Harry and Hermione returned home where Harry spent the first two weeks of summer grounded for putting himself into so much danger and nearly getting killed. Their parents weren't that happy to here of Harry's adventures that year.