Harry texted Loona privately the next night.

Emerald Prince: can you break me into the armory?

Lady Woof Woof: Do I need to know why?

Emerald Prince: Not Until it's over.

Lady Woof Woof. Anytime.

The next evening Harry went over his plan in his mind. Arm up, take his lickings when he's found out, take out Voldemort. Fuck magic. Fuck whatever beholden prophecy is attached to them both. He dies tonight.

Harry pulled a single Spas-12 shotgun and 8 extra shells. from the armory. He didn't want to waste much time reloading. A glock 19 with an extra magazine and a single C4 block.

"That's some firepower." Loona said coming into the armory. "You sure you don't need back up?"

"If I wanted back up id've asked for backup. He dies tonight Loony."

"The asshole who killed your parents?"

"How'd you guess?"

"Dude your life is a fantasy novel cliche if your preparing for battle it's got something to do with the guy who made you an orphan in the first place.

"Not an orphan. I'm the son of Blitzo the Imp remember?" He cocked the spas.

Loona nodded with a smile and opened the portal back to the castle. "Good luck." She said.

Harry stepped back through to Hogwarts.

Making his way to the third floor corridor with a bottomless bag (to not panic the paintings) Harry approaches Fluffy.

"He's down there." Fluffy said in a scared tone.

"I know." Harry said as he got out his weaponry. "Care to let me pass through?"

"HENTACLES ARE YOU JOKING?!" Fluffy heard Harry shout. He'd snuck through his dads porn stash once before and only once.

The Devils Snare was a plant that likes to strangle its victims. The only way to escape it was to relax and quit struggling.

Being wrapped up in a slimy plant was not Harry's idea of a good time. Struggling as his shotgun was let through he growled as the plant wrapped around his throat. Bringing about his Hex aura he summoned Hellfire and the plant shrieked as it started burning away.

Harry grunted as he fell on the shotgun. He gingerly sat up to feel for injuries. After finding none he sighed and moved his way forward.

"Fuck me." Harry said as two trolls lumbered before him. He brought up his glock and started firing.

The sound made the trolls recoil but when they realized the tiny bullets did not hurt them much they started moving toward Harry again.

"Fuck!"Harry reholstered his glock and brought out he Spas.

He aimed at one trolls leg compensating for recoil and fired. The recoil aiming for the trolls knee.

It fell on its knee and roared reaching for Harry as the other trolls started running after Harry.

"Shit shit shit!!!" Harry shouted running around the chamber unable to get a clear shot.

"Fuck this!" Harry stood his ground and pulled his shotgun to the trolls head.

SPLATTER

The troll fell dead.

The other troll roared on the ground as Harry approached it and BANG now it was dead too.

"Fucking trolls man."

Harry moved on.

There was a great chirping noise and the sound of birds fluttering about. Harry stood in awe as he saw a multitude of keys with wings.

"This would be professor Flitwick." Harry said. Guessing that one of the keys would fit the door. "Accio!" He shouted to no effect. "Of course he would put anti summoning charms on this key. Get your head together Goetia." He smacked his own head. He spied brooms.

"Of bloody course this would be Quidditch related."

Quidditch was the most popular sport in the wizarding world. An odd mixture of the muggle sports Basketball Soccer And American football played on broomsticks. Four flying balls, the object of the game was to catch the Golden Snitch. A gold ball with wings that buzzed around like a hummingbird. The game wouldn't end until the Snitch had been caught.

Harry grabbed one of the brooms. That was his first mistake. The keys Berliner for him and swarmed him.

"Bloody fuck!" He shouted as he mounted his broom and brought up his hex aura to destroy any key he could touch. He noticed one of the keys had a broken wing. He flew for it. Holding out his hand and burning any key them at touched him before releasing his Hexbolt aura and grabbing the key. Quickly leaping from his broom he unlocked the door and slammed it shut as keys attacked the door.

Professor Mcgonagalls Challenge has been a giant chess set. Fortunately they where the animated kind with their own voice and once Harry reasoned with them, let him pass.

Professor Snapes Challenge has been last. A wicked challenge indeed. One potion would kill him. Another would send him back through the way he came. Some where mere wine and one potion would send him onward toward the Stone and theoretically, Voldemort. Harry picked up the smallest bottle.

"Well if this is poison, I know where I'm headed. To Papas health!" He drank deeply.

The fire ahead of him died and Harry moved on.

There was a mirror in the middle of s large auditorium like room surrounded by flickering torches on the walls. Harry walked up to it and nearly fell backwards in shock.

An older version of himself was smiling down at him but with Hazel eyes and no scar. And a woman with fiery red hair and his green eyes cried tears of joy upon seeing him.

I show not your face but your hearts Desire Harry read on the gold paint of the mirror.

"No. No it can't be my hearts desire I'm happy!" Harry said. "I love my parents and my family! I'm well taken care of all my needs are met!"

Then he saw Blitzo and Stolas walk in and shake hands with James and Stolas hugged Lily. Before they all sat down to a feast. Loona and Vortex and Octavia and a shark like demon showed up older and with younglings of their own.

Harry eyes swelled with tears at the joyous occasion. His family was happy.

Last to show up was an older Harry himself and an imp man of his own. Tall and broad shouldered with horns curved like a rams. Similar to some pictures Harry had seen of some of Aunt Millie's brothers and Dad.

Harry tore his eyes away from the mirror reluctantly. It's not real. He reminded himself. It's not real remember your mission. Harry took out the C4 brick and taped it to the back of the mirror.

"Very Good Potter." Came a familiar voice. "Now step away."

Harry pauses. "I knew you where faking that goddamned stutter."

Harry came around to see Professor Quirrel almost to the stage.

"Yes. I knew you where a bit different than how i thought you'd turn out. I saw what you did to my trolls boy. Very brutal. Very brutal indeed."

"So you let the troll on Halloween in that attacked Hermione and my Sister." Harry said in rage recocking the spas.

Quirrel flicked his wand and the spas yanked itself out of Harry's hand before twisting itself into a useless ball of metal before dropping to the floor.

"Incarcerous." Quirrel shouted and strong ropes flew from his wand. Binding Harry tight.

Harry fell to his knees.

"Good Potter now stay while I examine this interesting mirror."

Quirrel walked up to the mirror. "I see myself. I'm presenting my Master with the Stone. But how do I get it?"

Harry looked at the mirror himself and saw himself struggling. Blitzo walked up to him and put a claw to his lips before holding out a bright red stone and putting it into Harry's pocket with a wink.

Harry felt an extra weight in his pocket and widened his eyes. What the actual hell? Somehow, incredibly, he'd gotten the stone himself.

"Use the boy!" A raspy voice came from Quirrels turban.

"Come here Potter! Now!" The angry man ordered as he pulled Harry to himself by magic and stood him up.

"What do you see?"

"I see my family being Happy." Harry said. "Enjoying a meal together. All the kids are there. Dad and Papa are proud grandparents."

"Useless brat."

"Let me speak to him. Face to face."

"Master you are not strong enough." Quirrel protested.

"I have strength enough. For this moment."

Quirrel releases Harry's bindings. Then stood him at the end of the stage before going toward the mirror and starting to unstable his Turban.

Harry gagged in disgust.

Voldemort was coming out of be back of Quirrels skull.

"Harry Potter."

"It's Goetia now." Harry insisted.

"Goetia then." The parasitic shade smirked. "You see what I've become boy? See what I must do to survive? Live off another. A mere parasite."

"Yes. It's a terrible thing." Harry said. "Your so afraid of death you'd rather live like this? I've lived in Hell most of my life. It's not as terrible as you think it is."

Voldemort laughed.

"You have stones boy." He laughed more. "Tell me, where your parents in your Erised?"

"What business is that of yours?"

"I always value bravery." Voldemort praises. "Your parents had it too. "Oh definitely see why you went to Slytherin and I couldn't be more proud of that fact that the boy who defeated me went to my old school House."

God this man was narcissistic. Harry thought.

"Tell me, Harry, would you like to see your mother and father living again?"

Harry paused in his planning. What?

"Together. We can bring them back. All I ask is for something in return."

Harry reaches into his pocket and brought out the red stone.

"That's It Harry. Your power is extraordinary. Think of all the great things we could accomplish together. Master and Pupil. Just give me the stone!"

Harry suddenly saw Stolas glaring at him like "do that and your grounded for the next millennium."

"You LIAR!" Harry shouted.

"KILL HIM!"

Harry quickly reached for his glock and fired a single round straight for Voldemort. Quirrels quickly warped behind the bullet closer to Harry But failed to realize he was not the intended target. The mirror broke and Harry's bullet made contact with the C4 brick.

BOOM

Quirrel shrieked in terror as he was blasted away by the explosion. He hit a bench in the stands and knocked out several teeth while he was also bleeding from a cut on his forehead.

Dizzy Quirrel sat up.

"FOOL GET THE STONE!"

Click

Quirrel looked up to feel Harry pressing his glock to the mans forehead.

"My how the tables have turned. Now, beg me for your life."

"Please." Quirrel pleases. "I never wanted he made me."

BANG

Quirrel slumped over dead.

Harry walked down the steps of the raised seating to the shattered remains of the mirror of Erised to see Blitzo giviving him a thumbs up.

Before a wraith of Voldemort's Shadow appeared and screamed.

Panicking Harry fires his glock at the specter not realizing it would have no efffect before the spirit rushed through him and pushed him backwards into the broken glass...

Harry woke on a bed. In the Hospital Wing.

He sat up and looked around Groggily.

"Well good morning Mr. Breaks into his dads Armory." Came from a familiar voice.

"Dad?" he asked before groaning as his head throbbed.

"Here Madame Pomfrey drooped this off before going to get your breakfast." Blitzo said. "Should help with the headaches."

Harry swallowed the potions.

"Feeling better?" Blitzo asked.

Harry nodded.

"Good." Blitzo grabbed Harry's hair. "If you ever pull a stunt like this again I will ground you until your dead understand?"

"Yessir!"

News that Harry had killed Professor Quirrel spread very quickly. His classmates demanding the story be told every hour. When he told his fellow Slytherins what was under Quirrels Turban Pansy Parkinson shrieked.

"That's the cost of doing business with a creature like Voldemort."

They all gasped.

"Oh come off it. I've seen him. I've fought him and killed his host. I'm calling him by his name."

The last weeks of their first year went by fairly quickly. With no teacher Defense Against The Dark Arts classes and exams where canceled except for OWL and NEWT students.

As promised Harry was allowed by Professor Sinistral to take the Astronomy NEWT exam and passed with an O for Outstanding.

Harry bid goodbye to Hermione and Draco at the castle before pressing his Hellophone three times.

To be pulled in by Stolas grabbing his ear.

To be continued...

And now we've ended Philosophers Stone! Book 1 is completed! Next time we begin An Imps Guide To The Chamber of Secrets!