When Harry, Hermione, and Ron returned to the Gryffindor lobby, they were welcomed by the warmth of the fire, and the 3 armchairs, their favorites. Suddenly, Harry realized that he had not seen what he had picked up in the slyntherin lobby. He opened his hand cautiously, just in case that this was another one of those Riddle's wicked traps.
It wasn't. Actually, it was the socerer's stone. He was overjoyed. But suddenly, a terrible thought sturuck him. With Mcgonagall unconscious, Dumbledore a death eater, and Voldemort in school, he realized that he had no one he could count on to take a partiularly good care of the stone. Snape? He shut the thought away, not even wanting to think about him. Now, Voldemort had been defeated.
Letting the stone roll on the table, he tapped his fingers thoughtfully on the surface. Then, surprisingly, the table melted down. For a minute, he looked innocent. But a few seconds later, he realized that he had been holding the stone and laughed with Hermione and Ron with all his heart for the first time in a long period.