Note: I wasn't going to release this chapter until Saturday, but due to the amount of reviews I got in such a short amount of time, I've decided to release it earlier, plus I"m sick, and bored to death because my mom's making me lay down. ALL DAY LONG!

How to Save a Life

Racecar is the Same Word Backwards

On Monday, Harry was still glaring at Tonks everywhere they went, while she kept up a perfectly cheerful attitude. Only after giving him a hug and apologizing did he stop glaring. After breakfast in the Great Hall, the little team of first years, made up of Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Tonks, made their way to charms.

'Think it's gonna be hard?'

'Can't be. This is our first class.'

Harry found magic to be exciting in a way. To be able to feel the force and have control of it made Harry feel like he had a bit of power for once in his life. After practicing levitating charms for an hour and learning a little spell that would make your wand act as an alarm clock, they made their way to transfiguration, where they started to try and turn matches into needles.

Harry realized, after getting a box of matches as homework, that magic was harder then waving a wand and saying strange words, even though you did do that. McGonagall had explained about where words for spells came from (Latin I think), and where the power for the magic comes from (No clue.). Everyone in History of Magic was asleep except Hermione. Ron decided that nap time and History of Magic had no difference. After lunch, they went to DADA, a class Harry was really looking forward to, but found it boring as all the man did was talk about the theory of the Stupefy spell.

As they made their way to the dungeons, they discussed what potions would be like. Harry later called it a small part of hell. The second the door slammed shut, all fell silent.

'The will be no foolish wand waving or incantations in this class. The branch of magic which is potions is an exact art, that many of you will fail. I can teach you to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper on death.' He paused looking around. 'Then again, some of you come here confident enough to not pay attention.' Snape said, looking at Harry. Tonks nudged him in the side, stopping him from writing what was being said.

'Mr. Potter. Our. New. Celebrity.' He ground out each word. The man then fired out three questions which Harry had no answer for. Snape explained them like the were the simplest answers in the world. 'Well? Why aren't you writing this down?' He snapped to everyone in the room. There was a quick shuffle of bags pulling out parchment and then the scratching of quills as everyone wrote it down. They were making a simple potion to cure boils, and in the span of that class, Gryffindor had lost 35 points. Harry had lost ten because Neville messed his potion up, and Tonks lost 25 for getting caught flipping Snape off. Everyone finished their potion, except Neville, who had just gotten back from the Hospital Wing.

Just as they were about to start a new potion, Professor McGonagall's voice came from somewhere.

'Could all first year Gryffindor and Slytherin please go to the Hogwarts Grounds for your flying lesson.' Harry nearly ran out of the class room. Once they got outside, and Ron hit in the face with his broom, Neville Longbottom had kicked off too soon, lost control, and sprained his wrist.

'If I see anyone off the ground, you'll be out of here faster then you can say Quidditch.' She muttered, but everyone heard loud and clear. Malfoy had picked up some strange glass ball.

'Give it here Malfoy.' Harry said. Malfoy grinned.

'You want it? Come and get it. Hope you understand, payback for touching me.' Malfoy, about twenty feet from the ground, chunked it. Harry sped off, try to catch it, and only then did he notice the brick wall coming at him. Tonks might have yelled something, but he couldn't remember. The only thing on this planet, in his mind at that moment, was him and that little glass ball, which he realized was about to hit the wall. Harry put one last burst of speed, and stuck out his hand, and it landed quietly into it. Then, there was the problem with the wall, that was coming up pretty fast. Harry pulled back hard on his broom, and slowly came to a stop, rolling sideways to put his feet against the wall, but he never touched it. Rolling upright again, Harry pointed the broom down, and landed just as McGonagall walked up.

'MR POTTER!' Harry's head hung slightly as he handed the glass ball off to Tonks, and followed the strict woman. She stopped at the DADA door, and asked Professor Quirrell if she could borrow wood.

'Maybe it's a cane they're going to beat me with?' Harry wondered, but it turned out, Wood was a young man, who walked around Harry talking about something having to do with Quidditch. He asked if Harry had ever played before, Harry said no, and Wood asked if Harry wanted to be on the team, as they desperately needed someone to fill the job of Seeker, what ever that was. Harry nodded, realizing that he was going to play a sport, and, after they were done, he got Tonks to explain to him what Quidditch was.

Later in the week, since Gryffindor's got Friday afternoons off, Oliver Wood took Harry out to the Quidditch pitch, using the new broom McGonagall had ordered for him, which he thanked her until she finally told him to go away, realized that he wasn't going to be too bad at it. Except maybe three of the golf balls, Harry caught everything thrown at him. After sitting on the couch in the Common Room, Harry realized that it was also a very painful game. Harry fell back on the couch, sitting next to Tonks. They worked on their homework, until Harry finally dozed off.

Harry awoke the next morning to find himself in the common room, but that wasn't as embarrassing as who he found laying on his shoulder asleep.

'Tonks. Hey, Tonks.' He whispered, as he felt himself turn red. 'Nymphadora!' He said, shaking her a little. She muttered something incoherent, but didn't budge. Remembering what she did to him on the train ride, Harry took his fingers, and pushed them into her throat. Tonks leaped up off the couch, coughing and glaring at Harry.

"I'm gonna kill you!'

Harry ran down the corridors, Tonks right on his tail trying to get him. Harry heard Snape talking, and came to a silent stop, about a foot from the corner and caught Tonks by the stomach with his arm to keep her from going around the corner.

'So, I believe it's best that you decide where you're loyalties lay.' He muttered menacingly.

'D-D-Dunno w-w-what you're t-t-talking about-'

'Don't give me that. I know you're after the Philosopher's Stone. What do you think I am stupid? Why else would you be in the third floor corridor?' He muttered, sounding meaner by the second.

'T-t-though I heard a s-s-student.'

'All students know that it's out of bounds. Nobody would be that stupid. Also, there's nobody missing. That devil of a dog would make sure that anyone that doesn't have a musical instrument can't get to it.' He muttered. 'Now, we'll continue our little chat sometime later.' Harry, who after meeting Filch, the squib janitor, kept his invisibility cloak on him at all times. He ripped it out of his pocket and threw it over himself and Tonks. He felt himself flush at the closeness, and noticed Tonks did also, but ignored it.

As the two professors passed, they held their breath, and waited for them to turn the corner, and pulled the cloak off. Tonks, being a metamorphmagus, made he blush fade immediately. Harry, however, wasn't that lucky.

'Aww. Widdle Hawwy's bwushing.' She said laughing and poking him the the cheek. 'Does widdle Hawwy like Tawnks?' She said, still laughing at and poking him. She stopped poking when he tried to bite her. She kissed his cheek and started to walk off, but noticed him turn a darker red.

'Ha ha! You turned redder.' She said grinning. 'Can't take a little female attention?' Harry muttered something uninterpretable, and she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the common room.

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Harry barely touched his food that morning same morning.. The other three Gryffindor's looked at him, worry on their faces.

'Come on, Harry, you have to eat something.' Hermione said. Harry shook his head.

'You eat something, knowing that you will be fifty feet in the air, with large black balls trying to take your head off with the entire school watching. I'll probably mess up.'

'You won't mess up. Not possible.' Hermione said grinning. 'It's in your blood.' The other three stared at her like she had sprouted another head.

'Honestly. In the trophy room, there's a plaque, and you dad's name was on there as Seeker. So, you can't make a fool of yourself.' Harry visibly brightened.

'My dad was a Seeker?' He said grinning. Hermione nodded, as Malfoy walked by.

'Eating your last meal Potter?'

'No, you see, you must be confused, Malfoy. The last mean is Dinner. This, this is breakfast. How sad, you never learned the correct order of meals.' Harry said, tutting, and talking as though Malfoy were three.

'Watch what you say Potter. You might not live long if you keep it up.' He growled walking off.

'Doesn't take an insult well does he?' Harry said. Next thing he knew, Harry was mounting his broom, getting ready to play his first game. At this point, he was glad he hadn't eaten much breakfast. However, all of Harry's stresses went away as he kicked off of the ground. Keeping an eye out for the Snitch, Harry watched the game unfold. Slytherin took an immediate lead, after bumping one of the Chasers, Katie Bell, and grabbed the Quaffle.

As they went back and forth, Slytherins doing anything needed get points, Harry circled the pitch keeping a watchful eye. Suddenly, there was a flash of gold, Harry went into a sharp dive, basking happily in the adrenaline that rushed him as he shot downwards. The other Seeker had yet to notice, lucky for Harry because as soon as Harry reached around ten yards from the small ball, his broom started bucking wildly.

'What's going on?' Ron said, watching from the stands.

'Looks like Potter's gonna die. How fun!' Malfoy said gleefully from behind them.

'Shut up ferret.' Ron said, watching intently as Harry's broom started bucking harder. The entire crowed gasped as he fell off, and was holding on with only his hands.

'So, weasel, is it true that your family all have to sleep in the same bed because they can't afford their kids?' At this, Ron snapped, and tackled Malfoy to the ground. Neville, who was sitting next to them, tackled Malfoy also, following Ron's lead.

Hermione lifted up her binoculars and seemed to be searching the stands for a dime on the ground.

'Hermione! You don't need a better view of watching Harry nearly fall off his broom!'

'I know that! 's not what I"m looking for!' She started looking more franticly. She suddenly stopped and gasped.

'Snape's jinxing the broom!'

'Jinxing the broom?'

'Yes!'

'Well, what do we do?'

'I have no idea.' She said bluntly. Tonks sighed and shook her head, then ran to catch up with her as she suddenly sped off. She followed her down their sections of stands, and up another, where they stopped because Hermione was counting feet.

'Hermione! This isn't a time to count feet!' Tonks whispered. Hermione suddenly jerked her wand up, and pointed it at the hem of some robes. She muttered something that Tonks couldn't understand, but it didn't matter, as they suddenly caught fire. Going back down, they heard a 'thump', which Tonks identified as Quirrell. When they got back, Harry had turned his broom into a vertical dive.

'Someone jinxed his broom.' Tonks said to Ron and Neville.

'What're you doing, Harry?' Tonks worried out loud. Harry pulled the Nimbus two thousand upright while it was still going an at incredible speed, and stood up.

'HARRY WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?' Tonks yelled, but nobody heard as the roar of the crowd went on. Then she noticed that he was closing in on the Snitch, the other Seeker right next to him. Just as the Slytherin Seeker's was about to close, Harry jumped off of the broom, and pushed his hand out of the way. After rolling a few feet, Harry finally stood up, and doubled over.

'Looks like he's gonna be sick.' Harry stood upright and looked at Professor McGonagall.

'Is it bad if you swallow the Snitch?' Harry asked, his face contorted. His answer came from the crowd roared, except the Slytherin's who booed. Madam Pomfrey quickly ran and and whisked him away, most likely towards the hospital wing. Hermione stood up and turned around.

'Hey you two! We won!' Hermione said excitedly, pulling up Ron, who had a bloody lip, and Neville a bloody nose.

'Great. Now can I get to the hospital wing, I think I'm missing a tooth.' Tonks laughed and they all ran to catch up with Harry.

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'Ugh, do you know how awful it is to have someone pull a flapping gold ball up your esophagus?' Harry said groaning as they left the Hospital Wing.

'Nope, and if I'm lucky, I won't have to.' Tonks said grinning. The other three had already left, but Tonks had stayed behind, waiting for Harry.

'So, why on earth would you ask what the hell I was doing?' Harry said in mock confusion. Tonks blushed deeply.

'Well, I thought your tiny brain had shook loose.' She said, trying and failing to control her blush, which got deeper as he grinned at her.

'You're blushing.'

'Are not! It's just hot in this castle.'

'But what else would I be doing?' Then he grinned mischievously. 'Aww, was widdle Tawnks afwaid her widdle Hawwy would get hurwt?' He grabbed her cheek and shook it. 'How cuuuuuuuuuuute!'

'Sh-Shut up!' She said, hoping against hope she wouldn't get any more flushed then she was.

'Ah well, who can blame you.' He said arrogantly. 'After all, who wouldn't like me?' Tonks punched him in the arm. He suddenly turned and pecked her on the cheek. He laughed as her fading blush returned with reinforcements.

'What's wrong Nymph? Can't take a little male attention?' Then turned and walked off laughing. As soon as he rounded the corner however, he stepped into a broom closet, feeling himself flush. That didn't go as planned. Like the part where he had to push himself away to keep from kissing her on the lips instead of the cheek.

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After telling Ron and Hermione what they heard from Snape and Quirrell's conversation, which they had forgotten due to the match, and after Tonks stopped picking at him over what had happened, which they left out when telling the story, Hermione had them all go to the library to research the Philosopher's Stone. It was nearly Christmas before Hermione finally said something to end their pain.

'Found it!' Hermione exclaimed, as they all went through books. She turned it so that the other three could see.

'The Philosopher's Stone, which was last recorded to be made by Nicolais Flamel, is a major catalyst in Alchemy, and produces the Elixir of Life, which allows the drinker to become immortal. In order for this stone to be made, thousands of lives must be sacrificed. Sadly, the more humans, the more powerful and long lasting the stone is. Mr. Flamel last celebrated his six hundred and sixty-fifth birthday, and lives the quiet life with his wife, Perenelle, who is six hundred and fifty-eight.'

'So, Snape or Quirrell are after the stone, and want to live for forever. I guess that also means that Dumbledore is hiding it here. Probably in the third floor corridor.' Hermione muttered.

'Could you imagine it? Snape for an eternity? That would be horrid! Though, the perfect device of torture.' Ron said scowling.

'Oh well. As long as they don't get it, we have nothing to worry about.' Harry nodded vigorously agreeing with Ron.

xXxXxXxXx

As Christmas rolled around, and owls carrying wrapped packages came by more and more each day. Ron and Hermione frowned as an owl dropped a letter in front of them both, the soared off. Ron scowled as he read the letter.

'My parents are making me go home to be, "With my family."'

'My parents just want me home for the holidays.' Hermione said, looking at her paper.

Harry grinned when a few owls brought him a few packages wrapped in brown paper.

'I'll be back.' He said, abandoning his breakfast. One dropped in front of Tonks and she got up and followed. They met in the common room, Tonks going up the stairs, Harry going down. Harry then turned and followed her, surprised as he was still able to go up the stairs to the girls dormitories.

'Hey is that for me!' Harry said, walking in and grabbing the present, thoroughly enjoying the fact that it was going to make her mad.

'No! Gimme it!' She said making a grab for it, but his reflexes got him out of the way.

'Of course you want to get a present for me. Everyone does. After all, I am the Boy-Who-Lived.' He said, his voice dripping in arrogance. She punched him in the arm, like the last time he did it.

'Ow that hurt. You know a lot of the female population at our school would hunt you down if they saw you hurt me.' Tonks turned into an exact replica of him.

'Not if they couldn't find me.' She said grinning. Harry then thought of something.

'Hey Tonks, what do you really look like?' He asked, as she turned back into how she was previously.

'You don't want to know. It's boring really.' She said.

'Yeah I do. Come on, let me see.' Tonks sighed and her features started to change. She shrunk about three inches, and the pink hair turned black and went to about waist length. Tonks' face lost it's heart-like shape, and went to a normal shaped one.

'There? Happy?' Harry roared with laughter. Tears suddenly appeared in her eyes, and when he noticed he stopped.

'Sorry Tonks. I just realized though. You're a lot shorter then me!' He started laughing again. She wiped the unshed tears away, and kicked his shin.

'That's not funny!' She yelled, turning into how she was before, then making her hair a bright blue, and made it grow to be waist length.

'Tonks?' Hermione's voice came from other side of the door as it started to open. Harry panicked and pulled the invisibility cloak out, wrapped it around himself, and was just pulling on the hood when the door opened and Hermione gasped.

'HAR-' She was cut off by Tonks' hand going over her mouth and pulling her in, closing the door. Harry sighed and pulled the cloak off.

'Blew my cover didn't I?' Harry said, stuffing it back in his pocket. Tonks slowly pulled her hand off of Hermione's mouth.

'Harry! How did you get up here! Boys aren't allowed! They can't even get up the stairs.' She ground out, clearly angered. Then she rounded on Tonks.

'And you! You let him up here! What were you two doing? Wait, I don't want to know. Harry...just...out! Get out!' She said pointing at the door.

'Wait Hermione listen. I don't know how-' She cut him off.

'I don't care! Get!'

'Hermione wait, this was completely innocent.' Tonks said, but still sounded ashamed. What if it had been Dumbledore or McGonagall?

'Ok, you two had a room completely to yourselves, and it's only innocent? What'd you do? Talk?' She said, and sighed as they nodded.

'Just...What ever, I'm still telling McGonagall.' She said, turning towards the door.

'Woah! Wait a sec Hermione. What're you going to say? Harry and Tonks were in the girls dormitories talking and being innocent of doing anything? Oh, and by the way, Harry can get up to the girls dorms, but we don't know how, so even though we don't know how to stop him, we should still get him in trouble because he was talking to a friend!' Harry said starting to lose his temper. Hermione froze as she realized this. 'What do you care if it wasn't innocent anyway? None of your business!'

'No. I don't know what I was going to do. Just...Harry !' She pulled her wand out to prove her point. 'Stay away from our dorms! Guys still aren't allowed.'

'I don't care. We didn't do anything wrong. Plus, luckily, you can't stop me! Hell, I don't even how to I do it in the first place!' Harry said, pulling out his own wand, knowing there was nothing he could really do against her, but wanted to be ready just incase. Hermione finally made an annoyed noise and stalked out of the room.

'That girl. I swear.' Tonks continued to mutter darkly as Harry gave her the package back. Harry saw a book out of the corner of his eye on her trunk and walked over and picked it up. The title was, 'How to become an Auror: Shields'

'Tonks, what's this?' He said, holding up the book.

'Oh, it's part of a series of books my mum got me for my birthday. There's one for offense. Look through it if you want, I don't care. Never really got around to reading it, actually.' She added the last part as an afterthought. Harry skimmed through it, then stopped, seeing a spell. 'Protego.' It then said how to use the spell, and variations of it, but they were all over his head. He stood up, and set the book down.

'Tonks, fire a curse or something at me.' He said pulling out his wand. She gave him a funny look. 'Come on, I wanna try something. Hit me.' Tonks sighed and pulled out her wand.

'Stupify!' She cried, the red streak of light speeding for him.

'Protego!' He said, making a sweeping motion of his wand. A yellowish orb surrounded Harry as the spell came to impact with it, and bounced back. At that moment, Hermione and McGonagall walked in, just as Harry dropped the shield. What they saw was a surprised Tonks, getting hit with a Stunner, and Harry's wand pointed at her.

'MR. POTTER! WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING!' She yelled, forgetting that there was a boy in the girls dorms. He looked up at her, then walked over and muttered the counter curse, and Tonks stood back up.

'Trying a spell.' He said simply.

'I don't know where you got the idea that stunning unsuspecting people was ok. But rest assured, it will not happen again! Follow me! You get to tell the Headmaster exactly why it is you feel the need to stun innocent victims for no reason!' She said grabbing Harry by his upper arm and started dragging the protesting Harry towards the door.

'Professor wait! He didn't attack me. I would've killed him if he did.' Tonks said, getting up from her sitting position and dusting herself off. 'Technically, I attacked him. But he asked me to.' The professor let go of Harry and looked at him expectingly.

'I found a defensive spell and wanted to try it. It was supposed to absorb the spell not deflect it.' He explained.

'Yes yes, fine, now Mr. Potter, please, get out of the girls dorms, I have to have a talk with a certain someone.' She said, eying Hermione. Harry nodded, hoping she got detention for life, and started to walk off. It was only then that she realized what she said. "Mr. Potter! How on earth did you get up here? Surely you didn't use your broom? Last person that tried that nearly lost their scalp!' She eyed the room for his Nimbus.

'Uhm, no, professor, I...er...I walked.' He said glaring at Hermione for making him go through this.

'What do you mean you walked?' She said, looking at him as though he had grown a second, third, and fourth head and possibly an eleventh toe.

'I mean I took each step, following Tonks.' He pretended to walk up a flight of stairs. McGonagall sighed and looked at him. 'Please follow me Mr. Potter. You're not in trouble, we just need to talk to Dumbledore as to why you're the only boy who can get in the girl's dorms. I have to say that Hogwarts has never seen this.' Harry resisted the urge to maul Hermione as he followed McGonagall to Dumbledore's office.

AN: How does Harry do it? I have no clue! Your guess is as good as mine for now. Oh, by the way, don't own The Fray, or their AWESOMERNESS CD, which is awesome (have been playing it for almost two weeks straight.) Also, there might be a slight delay in updates. My mom won't leave me alone, and has decided to ground me for doing...well...I don't know really why she grounded me, but she decided that I could only spend an hour on the computer a day. So, if Harry suddenly decides that he hates the world and kills everyone, you can just ignore that. Sorry that this chapter ended without being too long. It was only eight pages, (well, nine due from the word 'being' in this sentence and down.) and I wanted to end it with a cliffie, plus I needed to figure out how Harry was doing it. Cya!