A/N Sorry if this doesn't turn out the greatest. I had a pretty clear plot already planned out, before I realized I kind of forgot the last half of year one and year two. So this is completely on the fly, hope it turns out decent, sorry in advance if it doesn't.

I really enjoyed slowing down this attempt at this plot, but at the same time it is going a little to slow right now in the boring parts.

Harry stared at the book in front of him. It was two days before the end-of-the-year exams and he had just discovered Nicholas Flamel. In front of him was a copy of Masters of Alchemy. It said that Nicholas Flamel was over six hundred years, a good friend of Dumbledore's, and also the inventor of the Sorcerer's Stone. The Stone was able to create gold from any substance, as well as produce the Elixir of Life. "Merlin," Harry breathed. That was what the cerberus was protecting, it had to be. And if somebody was going to make a bid to steal it right from under Dumbledore's nose... Harry shook his head. They would have to be crazy.

He looked at the time and realized that because he had found the book he had some unexpected time to meditate. A few days prior was a big deal for him. He had reached out far enough that he could feel the magic flowing through another person, a fifth-year Hufflepuff that had been reading a book nearby in the library. He couldn't do anything new with this; manipulating another witch or wizard's magic was theoretically possible but not definitively proven. There had been a few instances where a few of the most notorious Dark Lords in history claimed to but it could have been made up to inspire fear. However, if anyone had managed it it would be Dark wizards with exceptional power.

With all of his practice Harry was able to move into his magic and then out into the natural magic flowing through the air within a few seconds. Ten minutes later, he felt another student browsing a self two rows away from him. He felt somebody else walk up to him. Harry made note of how the person felt. Everybody was a little different, and if he could memorize how some people felt he would be able to tell where they were without actually having to go find them.

Harry opened up his eyes and saw it was Calypso. Making a note of how she felt magically he waited for her to say what she came to say. "Enough studying Harry, we're already perfectly prepared for the exams. I'm going to be racing Fred and George on the Quidditch pitch, we can take turns using my broom."

Harry agreed, and the two siblings walked out of the school down to the Quidditch pitch. They stopped by the broom shed quickly to grab Calypso's broom and gloves. At the pitch they met the twins already in the air. They started with five laps around the pitch with Calypso racing the twins. Her Nimbus 2000 was far superior to the Cleansweep 50s the twins had and it was barely even a race.

After that Calypso gave her gloves and broom to Harry with a promise that if he crashed her broom he better hope the crash killed him too. The Nimbus was still superior to the Cleansweeps, but the twins were better fliers than Harry so with a lap left George (or was it Fred?) cut him off and he finished second. After that they went to ten laps, and then twenty, which Harry finally won. Calypso and the Weasley's stayed out after that for Quidditch practice which started just ten minutes later, but Harry headed back up to the castle.

When he got there Harry passed Daphne in one of the corridors. They nodded to each other and passed each other without saying anything. However, a few seconds later, Harry remembered something and stopped. "Merlin, I'm a moron," he berated himself. "Daphne. Daphne!"

Daphne stopped and turned around. "What is it Harry, I said I'd help Tracey with her homework and I'm late."

"I found Nicholas Flamel."

Daphne's stance suddenly got a lot less cold. "Really? Who is he?"

"Six hundred something year old alchemist who created the Sorcerer's Stone."

Daphne nodded slowly. "That makes a lot of sense. There are very few places in Europe safer than Hogwarts so it would be a powerful artifact that is being protected.

"Yep. Anyways, nothing we can do just thought you would want to know."

"Thanks Potter."

June 14th Hogwarts

It was time for the end-of-the-year exams. The Gryffindors and Slytherins were in Transfiguration, but Harry walked into Charms with the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws.

"What are you doing here?" Terry Boot asked as Harry sat down at a desk.

"I'm taking my Charms exam."

"But why? Shouldn't you be in Transfiguration?"

Just then, Flitwick walked into the room. "Mr. Potter, Minerva told me you would be here a few months ago. Class, Mr. Potter will be taking his Charms exams with us this year because of a schedule change," he squeaked.

That didn't really answer anybody's questions, but they let it be for the moment.

As Harry packed up and headed to lunch, he thought back to the test. Charms was his worst wanded subject, but it was still relatively easy. He only got stumped on two questions, one on the theory of the Tickling Charm and another on the limits of the Engorgement Charm. Harry decided that the next school year, while he was certainly going to stay ahead in Transfiguration, taking some of his time he uses for Transfiguration and working on Charms instead would be a very good idea.

At lunch, the first years were all talking. Pretty much everyone was wondering why Harry Potter had a "schedule change." After lunch and Harry was walking with Daphne and Tracey to the greenhouses, Hermione caught up with him. "Why were you in Charms instead of Transfiguration?"

Harry wasn't really looking forward to Hermione finding out he was taking an exam a year up. She was extremely competitive and would probably pester him as to how she could do the same. "I had a schedule change," he simply said, using Flitwick's reason.

"But that doesn't make any sense! Why on Earth would you have a schedule change, it's not like you can take any of the electives!"

Harry just shrugged, and Hermione stomped away with a huff.

The next day, Harry walked into McGonagall's classroom where the second-years were getting ready for their theoretical. He had told Tracey and Daphne and obviously Calypso knew but none of the other students did so he got a lot of odd looks when he walked in with his school stuff.

"Ah, Mr. Potter. Good of you to join us. Please take an empty seat." A lot of people got extremely confused when McGonagall said that. Whispering broke out as Harry went over to an empty desk and sat down.

"What are you doing here?" a girl next to Harry asked. She wasn't being rude, just genuinely curious.

"I'm taking the second-year Transfiguration exam."

"But you're a first-year."

"Then it'll be pretty embarrassing when I beat you all." The girl looked hurt as several people around them shot Harry glares. He was being a bit of dick and he knew it, but he had every intention of backing his words up. Say what you will about Harry, but he only boasted if he felt he could back it up, and almost always did.

"That is enough Mr. Potter," McGonagall said sharply as she passed out the tests. "You may be extremely advanced but that is no guarantee you will do well on this test. It is a full year ahead of you. And need I remind you that doing this is a privilege? Should you prove unable to keep a reasonable mouth on you you will be removed from this classroom and take the test with your classmates."

Harry nodded, unfazed. "Of course Professor." He didn't try to apologize though.

McGonagall sighed inwardly as she walked away. It was hard to discipline Harry Potter. He had an ego as big as his father and godfather's before him. But he was even better in school than his mother and but in the hours to keep it that way. After all, if somebody worked as hard as Harry, they deserved the right to boast a little.

After explaining the rules as is mandated, the test began and everyone began scratching away at their papers in front of them.

Harry had to miss lunch that day because of his weird schedule and his stomach growled as he headed straight down to the dungeons. He new that by the end of the days the news that he was taking a second-year exam would probably be going around the entirety of the lower years at Hogwarts and all of Slytherin.

That was indeed that case. In the Common Room Harry got a lot of envious looks and several seventh-years even came up to congratulate Harry on achieving such a goal in only his first year. If looks could kill, Malfoy's would've had Harry dropping dead within a few minutes of coming into the Common Room. Harry just stared him down, daring Malfoy to say or do anything. Malfoy looked away and went back to talking to Pansy Parkinson. Harry smirked in satisfaction. It was clear to anyone paying attention to the power balance of the Slytherin first-years that Malfoy had intended on using his family's money on gaining control in the first-years for Slytherin, but Harry's skill kept him check. Malfoy couldn't touch Harry or any of his friends and to Harry's immense enjoyment it clearly bothered Malfoy to no end.

The next day at breakfast Hermione did indeed pester Harry about how he managed to take an exam a year early when it hadn't been done in decades. Harry managed to cut her off fairly quickly by saying that it was McGonagall's idea and that she should talk to her. Hermione headed off, probably to do just that.

Daphne shook her head. "She's wasting her time. Anyone can see how you did it."

Daphne had been bugged by Harry doing yet another thing she couldn't but was very good at hiding her emotions so didn't let it show much. Like she said, it was clear to her why Harry managed to do things nobody else their age could. He had skill yes. Hard-earned skill coming from several hundred hours of practicing magic. But beyond that he had natural talent, plain and simple, and past a certain point there was nothing anyone could do about that. In the non-wanded subjects it was pure work keeping Harry near the top but when the subject allowed Harry to use his acacia wand pure talent alone was enough to get him there. And with the work Harry put in on top of that, it was clear to anyone paying attention that Harry Potter would end up with his name in the history books.

On Thursday, it was the second-year Transfiguration practical. When Harry walked into the classroom, there was a buzz around him. Harry clearly had talent and could talk confidently, but everyone was waiting to see exactly what he could do.

A half-hour later Harry and his group of four were all called up for their testing. First, they had to turn a beetle into a simple button. While the other three members of his group took a try or two to transfigure the beetle into a simple black button Harry added the emblem of Slytherin House in the middle of his. After that was vera verto and Harry first try created a chalise with the emblems of all four houses on each side. After a few more spells they were told to go back to their seats and the next group was called up.

Harry had a smug half smile on his face as he walked back to his desk and people whispered to their friends. It seemed that yet again Harry Potter was able to back up his words.

That Saturday evening, McGonagall shook her head as she graded Harry's theoretical exam. It would probably be only the third or fourth best but with his outstanding practical she had no doubt that he would get best in the year. She thought about he had managed to do it. She had asked Madam Pince and confirmed from her that Harry spent a large amount of his time studying, but didn't mean much. Plenty of people spent lots of time in the library. No, this was more than that.

If she had to guess she would say that he shared an unusually close bond with his wand that was giving him much of his talent. She didn't recognize what type of wood it was, but that wasn't surprising. She was one of the best practitioners of Transfiguration in the continent, not a wand expert. One thing she did know for certain thought was the Harry Potter was destined to do great things.

June 26th

Harry was relaxing in the library as he read a chapter on The Book of Magical Forms. The chapter was on how to use feeling magic in a duel.

Feeling the flow of magic in a duel is extremely difficult. One must be able to see on two plains of existence at once. The corporal plain and the magical one are not easily viewed at the same time.

However, if one can do so and keep their wits about them it will give them an edge in virtually every field they could choose to go into. One is dueling. If one can feel the magic when it builds up in their opponents wand they can counter a spell before it is even cast. When paired with skill and experience, this ability gives the user a near unbeatable edge. I never lost a duel or fight in the last twenty odd years of me doing so regularly. At the point of me writing this I am to old for that sort of stuff and now have little use for the ability other than teaching.

The chapter then went on to explain all the exercises and steps that were recommended to learn that skill. It was far beyond Harry's ability at the moment, but he sometimes liked reading ahead in the book just to see what he could learn in the future. He wondered if Dumbledore was able to stop spells before they were even cast in a duel.

Calypso ran up to Harry. "Harry, Harry, we have a problem."

Harry looked up from his book. "What is it?"

"Well, I realized that it was weird that Hagrid wanted a dragon egg more than anything, and just happens to run into somebody who has one. I mean people don't just carry those around in their back pocket."

Harry nodded. He had already thought of the same thing. "And?"

"Ron, Neville, Hermione, and I all went to talk to him. Turns out he let it slip how to get past the dog, who is named Fluffy for some reason. He said you just play her some music."

Harry bolted off his seat. "That's to much to ignore. We need to talk to a teacher." Calypso and Harry raced through the halls as fast as they could without getting in trouble before they found McGonagall.

"McGonagall! McGonagall!" Calypso called out.

McGonagall turned around and frowned when she saw the two Potter twins running towards her. "What is it?"

"Somebody knows how to get past Fluffy."

McGonagall suddenly looked very alarmed. "Who? How?"

"Hagrid met some hooded stranger in the Hog's Head and when they talked about his work he let it slip you just have to play music to get past Fluffy," Calypso responded. "That has to mean somebody is going after the Sorcerer's Stone."

Now McGonagall looked flabbergasted. "What? How?" You aren't."

"Your security needs some work," Harry interrupted. Calypso gaped at him a little for being so disrespectful to a teacher, but he ignored her. "Just go get Dumbledore, I'm sure he has some way he can check.

McGonagall regained her composure. "Dumbledore is away. He received an urgent summoning from the Ministry."

"It's a diversion, the person has to be going for the stone right now!"

"I assure you Mr. Potter, the stone is safe. Now you two..."

"It will only take five minutes of your time to double check that one of the most powerful artifacts in the world is secure," Harry interrupted. McGonagall looked very annoyed at him but weighed what he had to say.

"Very will Mr. Potter." She headed off back where she was coming from when the Potters found her, and the twins followed. She didn't say anything. "How did you find out about Fluffy in the first place?" she asked sternly when they were waiting on the same moving staircase that got the Gryffindors lost in the first place.

"This staircase moves," Calypso answered. McGonagall got what she was saying.

When they got to the door Fluffy was behind the Potters held back as McGonagall opened it up. She gasped when she saw that Fluffy was asleep next to an enchanted harp, and the runes holding the trapdoor closed were broken. "It seems you two were right," McGonagall said urgently. "Go get the other teachers, quickly!"

Harry and Calypso ran off. A minutes later ran into Snape, almost literally. "Where are you two going?" he said with a sneer. "Running in the halls is..."

"Somebody got past Fluffy," Harry huffed, out of breath.

Snape stopped his rant. "What did you say?"

"Somebody is going for the stone, McGonagall already went after whoever it is already," Calypso said, also out of breath.

"Out of my way," Snape said as he drew his wand and ran for the third-door corridor.

"Well that defeats Ron's theory that it's Snape," Harry said as they took a second to catch their breath.

"Yeah. C'mon, we need to find Flitwick and Quirrell."

They found Flitwick in his office grading papers and he quickly ran off to help Snape and McGonagall. But after nearly ten minutes of running around, they couldn't find Quirrell. He wasn't in his office, he wasn't eating lunch at the Great Hall (Harry and Calypso were tempted to stop and get some food but kept running) they couldn't find him in the halls.

"Do you think it is Quirrell?" Harry finally asked.

"Well it must be a teacher, so that's a possibility."

Harry and Calypso finally gave up and went to tell their friends what happened. Harry, Calypso, Daphne, Tracey, Ron, Neville, and Hermione all ended up waiting together in the library for any news but it didn't come. That evening they went back to their Common Rooms and a little while later all ended up going to beds still wondering what happened.

The next morning Harry and Calypso were called to the Headmaster's office while they were packing up. Snape lead Harry and McGonagall lead Calypso to the gargoyle statue and gave them the password "fizzing whizbees." Neither would answer any questions.

The two siblings headed up the spiral stairs. There they found Dumbledore behind his desk with a wall covered in the portraits of former Headmasters behind him. "Ah, Mr. and Ms. Potter, welcome. Lemon drop?" He held up a bowl of them. Both Potter's declined. They wanted answers, not candy. "Very well then." Dumbledore popped one into his own mouth. "I assume you want answers?" Both Potters nodded vigorously. Dumbledore chuckled. "For starters, I congratulate you on both figuring out what was hidden and that something was wrong. You saved the world a great deal of trouble. Fifty points to both Gryffindor and Slytherin."

"But who was the thief?" Harry asked impatiently.

Dumbledore sighed. "It was Professor Quirrell."

Harry gave a little fist pump. "We knew it!"

When Dumbledore gave them an inquisitive look Calypso explained. "When we were looking around trying to find the teachers we couldn't find Quirrell. Since we assumed it was a teacher we guessed he was the thief."

"But sir, why would Quirrell try to steal it?" Harry asked. "I understand the stone is an extremely powerful artifact but he must have known the risks."

Dumbledore gave another sigh. "Voldemort did not die the night he gave Ms. Potter here her scar." Now the twins were just confused. What did he mean Voldemort didn't die? And why was he telling them this now? "Voldemort exists only as a wraith at the moment. It appears that sometime recently he managed to get Quirrell to host him. Which explains the turban this year."

Harry realized what had happened now. "And because the stone gives everlasting life..."

Dumbledore nodded. "Precisely. Luckily Minvera, Filius, and Severus were able to thwart his plan last minute. Should you have not said anything however it would have gone quite differently.

"Where is Quirrell now sir?" Calypso asked.

Dumbledore's face changed to one of regret. "Quirinus fought with lethal spells. The teachers that moved to stop him had to respond in kind."

"So he's dead sir?" Harry clarified.

"Yes. Voldemort's wraith escaped as he fell."

Harry and Calypso still had lots of questions. Harry asked the first one. "Will he be back?"

They watched as Dumbledore seemed to age a few years right in front of them. "Yes. He will undoubtedly return at some point. But now is not that day! For today, celebrate the victory you helped achieve. Now, off with you two. Go enjoy the sunshine before you head off to your family again."

They both still had questions but weren't about to overstay their welcome from Dumbledore himself so they headed out of the office. After they finished packing they explained everything they knew to their friends and just hung out for a bit before the end-of-the-year feast. Slytherin won again to the annoyance of the other three Houses. However, Gryffindor came in a close second by forty points, passing Ravenclaw with Calypso's fifty points.

The next morning was Harry lay awake in bed for a few minutes he thought about the past year. It had been a good one. There had been some hiccups; like Voldemort almost returning and becoming immortal, but other than that everything was fine. He made a few new friends, learned lots of magic, and finally got to experience Hogwarts for himself. Harry got out of bed and got ready to head down to Hogsmeade Station. Yes, the past year had been a good one, and he couldn't wait to come back for his second year of learning. But for the moment he just wanted to see his family again.

A/N I hope you liked how I handled the end of the year. I ran through a few ways things could go and this was in my opinion the best one.

Next chapter will be the summer, will probably be out within 5-7 days. FYI, if I ever get writer's block I'm going to do a little side story, either a one-shot or a short multi-part story. However, this story and The Mind Within will remain my main focuses.

As always leave a review if you have something to say. Toodeloo!