Chapter 4

Gary woke slowly, only vaguely aware of the feet stamping him into the foundation. It all seemed so petty compared to what he had to do now. How did he decide between the life of a student, and his beloved wife Mary? It was impossible. He was only a simple flagstone. He shouldn't even have magic powers! This train of thought went on for some times, inexplicably expanding to include goats, until a huge pair of hands scooped him off the ground and into the air.

"Look what I found," boomed a young man's voice from the air above him. "It's a broken flagstone!"

Gary was so shocked by both the voice and the fact someone had called him 'broken' that he didn't think to respond for a moment. It was only when he heard his dear Mary scream with horror that he snapped out of his daze.

"Broken? I am not broken! How dare you say that!"

The hands shook noticeably. "You can talk?"
"Of course I can talk. Now, who are you and why did you pick me up?"

There was a pause, and then the boy's voice spoke again. "You think I should talk to it?"

Gary flushed red. Talk to it? He was about to launch into an enraged tirade about the varying physiologies of stones when a different voice came. A female voice.

"Of course not, Harry. It's probably a Dark Object filled with loads of Dark Magic. It may be leading Voldemort to you."

Gary cringed. He felt awful about the tracking spell, he really did, but he had tried and tried and still couldn't take it off. And now Voldemort was coming to kill them, and they didn't even know.

Wait.

They could know. He had to tell them! At the same moment that the boy's hand tensed to throw him away, he caught up all his courage and shouted, "Wait!"

The hand stopped, and Gary, emboldened, continued. "I have information about the Dark Lord that you must know! Will you listen to me?
There was a muffled conversation which he not make out, and then the voices came again. "I suppose so. But we will go to Dumbledore after to tell him everything."

Gary then took a deep breath, and told his story.

Thirty minutes later
"Ok," said Harry, looking a bit confused. "So the kumquats-"

"It isn't about the damn kumquats!" Gary was getting more then slightly frustrated with the Boy-Who-Lived, and was just considering giving him up for lost when that hall shook violently. Screams were heard from all the classrooms, and bursts of green light dislodged panicked wallstones and sent them hurtling to their doom. Gary hastily levitated himself, looking around for Mary only to spot her clinging to her niche, screaming incoherently. He was about to rush to her aid when a loud voice made him freeze.

"Harry Potter. We meet again." It was Lord Voldemort's voice, louder and more terrible then ever before. Gary spun, only to see one of his worst fears. The dark wizard had Harry at wandpoint….and Mary was directly behind him! With stopping to think about what he was doing, he flew foreword.

"Nooooo!"