(Here is the final installment of the Sorceror's Stone arc. I hope you enjoy and I hope to include more on the Lucy and George relationship that I want to keep building into the story even though there isn't a whole lot here. :) )

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"No!...No! It's not true! S-snape! He...he was!..."

"Yes he does seem the type doesn't he?" Quirrell interrupted, his face and manner of speaking no longer shaky and quivering. Lucy took an involuntary step back as he advanced towards the twins.

"Next to him who would ever suspect a thing out of p-poor q-q-quivering Professor Quirrell?" He faked a stammer.

Harry shook his head. "But that day...during the Quidditch match!...Snape tried to kill us! He jinxed our brooms!" He insisted. Quirrell shook his head.

"No Dear Boy...I tried to kill you! And believe me if Snape's cloak hadn't caught fire and broken my eye contact I would have succeeded! Even with Snape muttering his little counter curses!" He spat no longer the kind nervous professor Lucy had known through the school year.

"Snape was...trying to save us?" She asked her voice barely a whisper as she stared into the cold eyes of the man before her. "But why?...What are we to you?"

Quirrell raised his chin. "I knew you were a danger to me right from the off! Especially after Halloween when you and the Granger Girl managed to evade the troll!"

Lucy dug her fingernails into her own flesh. "The troll!...You let in that troll!" Harry stepped out a bit, protectively in front of his sister who had gone completely white at this point.

"Very good, Potter. Yes." Quirrell seemed to be toying with him. "Snape however wasn't fooled for an instant. While everyone else was running about for the dungeons he went to the third floor to head me off!"

The former professor turned to face the Mirror of Erised behind him. "He of course never trusted me again."

With good reason. Lucy thought and Harry silently agreed with her until a searing pain flared across his forehead where his scar was located.

Lucy winced as her own scar burned.

"He rarely left me alone. I could always feel his eyes on me." Quirrell walked across the narrow width of the mirror unheeding to the Potters' pain.

"But he doesn't understand. I'm never alone." Quirrell continued staring at the mirror as if searching for an hidden entry way. "Never...I am so close now...so close to achieving my goal!...If only I knew how this mirror worked!" He said more to himself than to the Potters.

Lucy rubbed her scar as she watched the Professor stare intently into the enchanted glass of the mirror.

"It...shows you your greatest desire." She said without thinking about the consequences.

"Yes! Yes! I know!" Quirrell snapped, making the Potters jump. "I can see what I want!...I can see myself holding the stone!...But how do I get it?" He frowned searching his reflection in vain until a soft snake like voice echoed through the chamber.

"Use the children!"

Quirrell whipped his head around back at the Twins. "Come here Potters!..Now!"

Harry and Lucy exchanged glances. What do we do now? Lucy panicked.

We do what he says. Maybe if we can get the stone first we can get out of here before Quirrell can stop us. Harry suggested. Lucy looked appalled.

Are you mad? We can't outrun him!

Do you have a better idea?

"I said come here Potters! Don't even think about escaping!" Quirrell glowered at the Twins as they remained yet unmoving at the top of the stairs.

Finally Harry took a step down towards the mirror. Lucy followed biting her lip as she tried not to meet her former Professor's cold gaze.

"Tell me...what do you see?" Quirrell asked as the twins came to stand side by side with each other in front of the mirror. Lucy grabbed Harry by the hand.

"I...I see us." Lucy stammered blinking at the reflected image of herself and Harry in the surface of the mirror.

Suddenly the reflection of Lucy smiled and held up a finger to her lips. "Yes?..Yes?" Quirrell pressed.

Harry stared, jaw agape as his own reflection pointed down to where his and Lucy's hands were clasped together, then Reflection Lucy moved her hand away to reveal a small glittering red stone nestled in the palm of Reflection Harry's hand.

Reflection Harry grinned then showed the Twins the stone before slipping safelty into his right hand pocket.

"Well what is it? What do you see?!" Quirrell was beginning to lose his patience. Harry clamped his mouth shut and inconspicuously put his hand over his left pocket.

"I...I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore...Lucy too we...we've won the house cup." Harry lied as he continued staring at the mirror.

"The Gryffindor colors are all over the Great Hall." Lucy added though Quirrell's expression had gone very dark by this point.

"They lie..." The snake like disembodied voice spoke again. Lucy felt a shiver go up her spine.

"Tell the truth!" Quirrell nearly lunged towards the twins. "What do you two see!?"

Harry finally looked away from the mirror. "I-."

"Enough!...Let me speak to them." The voice cut him off. Quirrell turned as if there was someone standing behind him in the shadows. "Master you are not strong enough." He worried making Lucy wonder who he was talking to.

She had a fair guess though since her scar twinged every time the voice spoke and she knew Harry was thinking the same thing.

"I have strength enough for thissss!" The voice hissed and Quirrell turned so that his back was facing the mirror.

With expert hands he quickly unwound the long purple turban he always wore on his head. Lucy gasped when the cloth at last fell away to reveal a strange yet terrible, monstrous looking face on the back of Quirrell's head.

"Harry and Lucy Potter!..." The face spat as he stared at them through the mirror's reflection. "We meet again."

Harry and Lucy took a deep breath at exactly the same time. "Voldemort." Harry breathed. Lucy took a step backwards towards the stairs.

"Yes!...You see what I've become?" His voice rasped as he sneered at the children. "See what I must do to survive? Live off another...a mere parasite! Unicorn blood was able to sustain me, but it cannot give me a body of my own! But there is something that can."

Voldemort flickered his eyes accusingly at the Twins. "Something which conveniently enough sits in your pocket, Harry Potter!" He spat causing a blood vessel to bulge at the top of Quirrell's head.

Without waiting to hear more, Harry turned to scramble back up the steps into the potions chamber.

Lucy followed until Professor Quirrell at Voldemort's order caused a surrounding wall of fire to cut off all escape.

She grabbed Harry by the arm to prevent him from skidding right into it. "Don't be a fool!" Voldemort scolded as the fire leaped up towards the ceiling.

"Why suffer a horrific death over such a little thing...when you could join me and live?" The creature offered.

Lucy felt her blood boil. "Never! You killed our parents!"

The face laughed at her. "Bravery! Your parents had it too." His horribly white and cracked lips twisted into a smile.

"Tell me Harry and Lucy Potter...wouldn't you like to see your Mother and Father again? Together we can bring them back. All I ask is for something in return." Lucy blinked as the room became uncomfortably hot due to the fire.

The images of her parents came before her just as they did in the Mirror of Erised before Dumbledore had it moved here.

Her mother so calm and beautiful and her Father with a smile that was so much like her own. A tear came to her eye.

"That's it..." Voldemort praised as Harry slowly pulled the Sorceror's Stone from the pocket of his trousers. To see Mother and Father again...to have a family...that was worth almost anything in this world. He stared at the stone in his hand.

"That's it Harry...you know it is the only way." Voldemort hissed. Lucy saw what her brother was doing and clamped her hand over the stone.

"Harry no! You can't give it to him! He's evil!" She protested. Voldemort chuckled.

"Ah...but there is no good and evil, Lucy Potter. There is only power...and those too weak to seek it. Together we could do extraordinary things! The three of us!" He rasped pressingly on the twins.

"He killed Mother and Father! He can't bring them back!" Lucy insisted, tears streaming down her face as she pushed down on her brother's hand.

Harry tightened his grip on the stone. "You liar!" He shouted. Lucy drew her wand as Voldemort's eyes flared.

"Kill them!" Quirrell took to the air. In an instant he was on Harry strangling with him with one hand. In his shock Harry lost his grip on the stone and it went clattering down the steps.

"Harry!" Lucy snatched up the stone then pointed her wand at the Professor. "Stupefy!" She tried a stun spell, but Quirrell blocked it and used his own magic to send her flying across the stairs.

Stunned, Lucy quickly scrambled back to her feet and took a running leap onto Quirrell's back just as Harry was about to run out of air.

Quirrell yelped in surprise and gasped when one of Lucy's hands touched an exposed part of his neck under his robes.

Desperate and in searing pain the former Professor struck at his former student forgetting about his quarry in the struggle.

Harry watched horrified as his beloved sister fell unconscious off Quirrell's back, rolling until she hit the bottom of the stairs in a tangled heap of arms, legs and hair.

"Lucy!"

"Ahhh!" Quirrell feinted back still writhing from the pain Lucy's touch had left on his neck. "What is this strange magic?" He howled as he clawed at the detoriating skin under his chin.

Voldemort glowered at his servant. "Get the stone, you fool!"

Harry quickly got to his feet. Quirrell, still in pain managed to regather himself and staggered towards the left side of the stairwell where Lucy had dropped the stone during the scuffle.

Without having time to think, Harry leaped in front of the Professor intending to push him away from the stone.

His hands landed against the sides of Professor Quirrell's face and Harry gasped shocked when the man's flesh began to burn away as if coated by an acid.

Disgusted, Harry backed away while Quirrell's body continued to burn and to turn into dust. Finally with one last agonized scream the former Dark Arts Master disintegrated along with his Master leaving nothing but his robes festering in the ashes.

Shocked, Harry stared at his remains for a minute before noticing the stone sitting by his feet. Quickly he picked it up then ran down to the bottom of the chamber where Lucy still lay unconscious by the mirror.

"Lucy!...Lucy wake up!" Harry tried to wake her, but it was no use. Putting the stone back into his pocket, Harry tried to check her over for serious injuries when a dark ear-splitting scream shattered his concentration.

A spirit was roving through the chamber. A dark horrible, vengent spirit who now that Quirrell was dead no longer had a host carry his soul.

Harry started to reach for his wand, when the spirit lunged towards him gnashing his teeth as he passed through his body.

Harry screamed as the agonizing pain seared through his body. Darkness took him as he fell next to his sister, the sorceror's stone falling from his pocket while the Dark Lord's spirit escaped from the Chamber below.

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When Harry awoke he was no longer in the chamber under the third floor of the castle. He was in a bed with his wounds wrapped up in clean bandages.

Someone had even taken his glassess off for him and set them aside on the bedside table which was nearly overflowing with an assortment of sweets and greeting cards.

Remembering what had happened he looked around anxiously for Lucy and found her in the bed next to him chuckling to herself as she read one of the cards she was sent.

Her loyal cat Athene was nestled in her lap playing with the string that went around a box of taffy.

"Lucy!...You're all right?" Harry couldn't believe it. Lucy turned to make eye contact with him. "Of course I am. And you?"

Harry nodded his head. "I'm fine. What is all this?" He asked looking around at the pile on his end table again.

"Tokens from your admirers I would guess." Dumbledore chuckled as he entered the Hospital wing and took a seat at the foot of Harry's bed.

"Admirers?" Harry quirked an eyebrow. "Well what happened down in the dungeons between you two and Professor Quirrell was a complete secret." Dumbledore explained with a twinkle in his kind grey eyes.

"Naturally therefore the whole school knows." He winked. Lucy giggled and reached for a packet of chocolate frogs from her table.

"Ah!...I see your friend Ronald has saved you the trouble of opening your chocolate frogs." Dumbledore noted as he picked up an empty candy packet from Harry's end table.

"Ron was here?" Harry exclaimed. "Is he all right? What about Hermione-?"

"Fine Harry. They're both just fine." Dumbledore reassured watching from of the corner of his eyes as Lucy scooped Athena up into her arms.

"But what about the stone? Last I remember-."

"The stone has been destroyed." Dumbledore interrupted yet again. "I've spoken with my friend Nicholas and we agreed it was best all around." He patted Harry on the leg.

"Destroyed? But Nicholas Flamel relied on that stone. Won't he die now?" Lucy asked saddened as she stroked the kitten between her ears.

Dumbledore nodded his head. "He has enough elixir to set his affairs in order, but then afterwards yes Lucy, he will die." He spoke sadly yet calmly.

Harry furrowed his brow. "But how is it we got the stone in the first place, Sir?" He asked remembering how he and Lucy suddenly got possession of the Sorceror's stone by the Mirror of Erised.

"One minute we were standing there looking at the mirror and then the next we-."

"Ah!" Dumbledore's eyes lit up. "Well you see Harry, only the person or in this case people who wanted to find the stone, find it but not use it would be able to get it." He explained.

Harry and Lucy pondered for a moment. "Find it but not use it?" Lucy asked. "Yes. It is one of my more brilliant ideas and between the three of us that is saying something." Dumbledore winked.

Harry stifled a chuckle. "So does that mean then," He sat up on the bed. "With the stone gone that Voldemort can never come back?" He asked hopeful of the answer.

Dumbledore's smile dimmed. "Ah...I'm afraid that there are still ways in which he can return." He admitted softly. Harry's face fell.

"Professor Dumbledore," Lucy continued shifting her legs under Athene's weight. "There's something else I...I mean we have been wondering. When I touched Professor Quirrell's neck back in the chamber he recoiled away...it was almost like he couldn't bear to have me touch him." Lucy frowned as she remembered the way Quirrell had screamed just before he knocked her out with a blow to the head.

"Or me." Harry echoed remembering how Quirrell had disintegrated into ash.

Dumbledore raised his chin. "And do you know why he could not bear to have either of you touch him?" He asked. Lucy and Harry exchanged glances before shaking their heads.

"It was because of your Mother. She sacrificed herself for you and that kind of act leaves a mark." Dumbledore explained.

"You mean?" Harry reached to touch his scar at the same time Lucy did. "No no. This kind of mark cannot be seen." Dumbledore shook his head.

"It lives in your very skin."

"Really?" Lucy asked. "What is it?"

Dumbledore's smile widened. "Love, Lucy. Love." He turned to meet Harry's gaze before rising from the bed.

Athene followed his example and leaped down from Lucy's bed meowing before strolling from the hospital wing.

"Ah! I believe this is for you, Lucy." Dumbledore bent and retrieved a little folded piece of paper which had fluttered to the ground sometime before the Twins had awoken.

"No doubt that is a drawing of you on the top flap." The old man chuckled as he placed the note in Lucy's waiting palm.

Lucy smiled and reached for the box of Bertie Botts she had opened and left by her right side. "Jelly bean Headmaster?" She offered, taking the parcel with her free hand.

"Ah!" Dumbledore chuckled as a twinkle lit up his eyes. "Thank you Lucy." He reached into the box. "Although I had quite lost my fancy for these when I was a youth and had the unfortunate luck to come upon a vomit flavored bean."

A look of disgust crossed Harry's face at that. "But I believe...I could do quite nicely with a nice toffee." Dumbledore pulled a light brown colored jelly bean from the box and popped it into his mouth.

A slight look of surprise lit his expression as he chewed thoughtfully on the candy. "Ah alas..." He turned to meet Harry and Lucy's eyes simultaneously. "Earwax."

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"Show me again." Hermione insisted the next day at the End of the Year feast. All the students from all the houses were gathered in the Great Hall much like they had been at the beginning of the year except this time there was no sorting ceremony.

The heroic deeds of the Potters concerning the Sorceror's Stone had spread throughout the school as Professor Dumbledore had said and as a result the Twins were continually being bombarded by their schoolmates about the intimate details surrounding the ordeal.

Lucy smiled though as she opened the little note the Weasley Twins had left her at the Hospital Wing while she was still recovering from her injuries.

When she did, a small shower of sparks poofed from the enchanted paper taking the form of a tiny giggling elf who bent at the waist and kissed Lucy on the nose before doing a little dance that mimicked an Irish Stomp.

A few seconds later the little glittery elf disappeared leaving behind the soft smell of cherry and cinnamon.

"Just for laughs. Gred and Forge." Lucy giggled as she read the words off the page again. Across the table Fred and George held up a thumb each at her smirking in their usual mischevious way.

Hermione laughed with her.

"Another year gone!" Dumbledore stood from his seat calling a hush over the room. "Now as I understand it, we have a house cup that needs awarding. The points stand thus." The old man smiled as he alighted his gaze upon each and every student sitting around him.

Lucy and Hermione turned and exchanged glances with Harry and Ron across the table. They may have succeeded in saving the school and stopping a Dark Wizard, but their attempts to do so lost their house more than half their awarded house points.

A petty price to pay for the levity of their deeds.

"In fourth place, Gryffindor with 312 points." Dumbledore announced giving way to a soft polite smatter of applause.

"Third place, Hufflepuff with 352 points." Dumbledore continued following a slightly louder applause.

Maybe next year. Lucy thought at Harry who nodded in response.

"In second place, Ravenclaw with 426 points." A cheer started up as Dumbledore continued to announce the standings.

"And in first place with 472 points, Slytherin House." A loud cheer, admist clapping and stomping thundered through the Great Hall as Slytherin House celebrated their win.

Hermione slumped in her seat.

"Yes Yes! Well done Slytherin! Well done. However recent events must be taken into account." Dumbledore silenced the cheers and applause with another raise of his hand.

"As such I have a few last minute points to award." A complete hush fell over the Great Hall and that and Lucy found some pleasure in seeing a look of discomfort cross Draco Malfoy's face.

"To Miss Hermione Granger," Dumbledore began looking over at where the student in question sat. "For her cool use of intellect when others were in peril, fifty points." He nodded his head.

Hermione straightened up at that as Gryffindor House broke into cheers.

Lucy patted her arm. "Congratulations!" Hermione smiled obviously pleased.

"Second, to Mr. Ronald Weasley for the best played game of chess that Hogwarts has seen these many years, Fifty points." Dumbledore continued, causing Ron to turn a bit pink at the ears and the cheeks as Gryffindor's cheers turned louder.

"Thirdly!...To Miss Lucy Potter," Dumbledore leaned forward towards the crowd his half moon spectacles sliding slightly from the bridge of his nose as he looked towards his home house.

"For her bravery and willingness...to sacrifice her own life and safety for that of another...forty points." Hermione threw her arms around Lucy as half the table stood up with joy.

"Fourth...to Mr. Harry Potter for pure love and outstanding courage in the face of danger, I award Gryffindor house, 20 points." Dumbledore continued.

Now it was Hermione's turn to grab Lucy by the arm. "We're tied with Slytherin now!" She whispered excitedly.

"That we are!" said Fred and George simultaneously. "Good going mates!" Fred punched Harry playfully on the shoulder. Lucy blushed with happiness.

"And finally...it takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies, but a great deal more to stand up to your friends. I award ten points to Neville Longbottom." Dumbledore sat back in his seat as the rest of Gryffindor leaped their feet in triumph at this pronouncement.

Shocked Neville turned slowly to look about himself at his fellow housemates. Harry nodded happily at him as those at the Slytherin table gaped at the Gryffindors.

"Now then!..Assuming my calculations are correct...I believe a change in decorations is in order!" Dumbledore stood and clapped his hands causing all the green and silver of the Slytherin banners to change into the red and gold of Gryffindor.

"Gryffindor wins the House Cup!"

Lucy gasped as she was suddenly lifted off her feet and wrapped in a vigorous bone crushing hug. All around her Gryffindors jumped around and shouted, hugging each other and clapping as if they might never stop.

"You did it, Lu!" George laughed and shook her around for a little bit before carefully setting the younger girl back on the ground. Lucy laughed and smoothed out her hair while various members of her house clapped her on the back.

"We did it." She corrected and turned to shake hands with Ron. It was crazy. It was chaotic and yet it was the most wonderful feeling Lucy and Harry had ever felt in their lives since the night they were finally able to read their admittance letters from Hogwarts for the very first time.

The only sour note that lingered was the fact that it was all soon going to be over. The celebrations would end, the feast would end and then they would all be packing up and making ready to leave until the end of the summer months.

However, the Potters quickly tried to put the gloomy prospect of returning to the Dursleys out of their minds as joined their friends in the continuing celebration.

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"All aboard the Hogwarts Express!" The Station Master called as the last of the students quickly boarded their respective cars on the train.

Harry and Lucy lagged behind with their trunks not really wanting to go. "Come on then you two! Don't want to get left behind, do yeh?" Hagrid motioned for the twins waving one of his large beefy arms towards the door of the carriage he was standing by.

Lucy sighed. "I wish we could just stay here for the summer. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon wouldn't care if we did." She muttered. Harry pursed his lips knowing she was right.

"Wish yeh could too, but it's against School Regulations." Hagrid was apologetic knowing very well about the Twins' home situation. "Now off ya go. Yeh'll be back here again before you know it. And you can always owl yer friends if yeh get lonely."

Hagrid tried to be encouraging as the twins reached their car. Harry finally managed a smile and gave the half giant a hug. "I'll miss you." He admitted and Lucy joined him. "Me too."

Hagrid blushed and gently patted the twins with one of his large weighty hands. "Come on now. Yeh're gunna make me cry. I'll be here next year when you come back to school." He sniffed and started to usher the twins inside.

"Oh! And uh one more thing." Hagrid suddenly remembered causing the Twins to stop in their tracks. "If yeh're uh...cousin tries giving you anymore trouble during the summer, yeh two might try threatening him with a nice pair of ears to go with that tail of his." The giant winked.

Harry and Lucy exchanged glances. "But Hagrid...students aren't allowed to use magic outside of school." Harry furrowed his brow.

"Oh I know that. And you two know that, but yer cousin don't, dun he?" Hagrid leaned towards the Twins.

A sly grin appeared on Lucy's face. "All aboard that's coming aboard! Last call!" The Station Master called. Harry and Lucy quickly filed into the train car meeting Hermione and Ron in the first cabin.

"What kept you two?" Ron asked as Harry and Lucy carefully set their trunks above their seats. "Just saying goodbye." Harry mumbled as Lucy let Athene out of her basket.

Hermione wrinkled her nose. "It does seem strange to be going home now, doesn't it? Just yesterday it seemed like we were getting in."

Lucy nodded and lunged for her cat as Athene tried to pounce on Ron who was holding his pet rat on his lap. "Oh Harry and I aren't going home, are we Harry?" She turned to make eye contact with her brother as he took a seat opposite her next to Ron.

"No. Not really." He smiled in agreement as Hermione and Ron exchanged glances. "What do you mean by that?" asked Ron.

Lucy just turned and glanced out the window where Hagrid was standing waving from the platform as the train began to pull away leaving him and Hogwarts far behind in a billow of smoke.