Yo! Welcome back everyone to Like Yesterday, a slowly progressing story!
I will very most likely have this the last chapter of HPSS! I will make an epilogue though and it'll be following a different character so it'll be different from the natural Like Yesterday. Don't worry if this chapter ends on a weird note. *Smug face*
I'll have a few extra chapters for you in this same universe after this is done. It'll be with the epilogue.
On y va!
Like Yesterday Previously
Harry took her word for it and he flew towards the oak door with a black iron hinge while Hermione and Ron pushed the door open, got in, and pushed it closed with only 20 inches of space left between. Hermione and Ron were all ready to close the doors when Harry came zooming through. They pushed the doors with all of their might and, when closed, they could hear hundreds of keys puncturing themselves into the dry oak wood door.
Harry got off of the broom and rested on it, while Hermione and Ron both were catching their breaths from pushing a 200 or so pound door.
"Well, that was interesting," Harry said.
Like Yesterday
Beneath the school
After catching their breaths and changing their gazes from the floor to the normal height, they noticed that the walls of the next room/ hallway were damp. There was dark green moss crawling its way through the small cracks in the barrier-like structure. They didn't question it but they were a tad bit freaked out.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron started to walk through the long hallway, feeling cold despite the burning torches leading the way to a speck of light the size of dust in the distance. While they had their senses heightened during their conquest, they actually tripped a few times on the uneven, rock floor. At first, Ron scoffed at Hermione, the first one to fall/ get hurt.
She was just walking normally, close to the jagged wall, might I add, and her cloak snagged on one of the sticking out rocks on the wall. Because it was snagged, when she tried to take a step, going above, she fell flat onto her face and got her arm cut. Ron, like I said, scoffed at her before he, too, soon tripped, he wound up with a bloody nose, befitting of his red oriented character.
They trudged along, despondent of the others, and focused only on the path in front of them. They walked at a tiresome pace, neither first-year in front of the other. The only sound in the hall was the sound of their shoes, making clopping sounds simultaneously, which echoed throughout the hall.
When they were almost at the door, they looked like they had went through a hurricane. Hermione's cloak had been ripped, her hair was now in a bird's nest in the back of her had, and she had various cuts all around her body. Ron, too, was abused. He had been drooled on my Fluffy, the three-headed dog, fell on his arm, and had been emotionally mistreated by Hermione on this one adventure to save the school.
Harry, being the little scamp he was, adorned large raw spots on his knees and hands. Unlike Hermione and Ron, he got off much better because he was able to stop his fall halfway. Harry was hurting as much as Hermione and Ron, though. His lightning shaped scar had been hurting more and more as they were getting through the trials, he didn't want to speak out about his "little" problem. They had already gone so far, and were unable to go back.
When they got to the wooden door, the torches on the wall blew out, all at the same time. Their breaths hitched in their throats, and the only sound in the air was their breaths. It was completely dark in the tunnel and they were terrified. Quickly after the lights turned off, the door on the other side of the tunnel squeaked open.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron looked at each other's glowing eyes in the darkness. Hermione was the first one to grab the doorknob and turn it, but the door wouldn't budge.
"Huh….?" Hermione trailed off.
Harry and Ron immediately knew what was up. They started to smash their shoulders against the door, hoping that it would give way. Once Hermione joined in, it finally let go, quicker than expected. Ron fell onto the floor first, then Harry on top of Ron, with Hermione as the cherry on top.
Square Shaped Room
"Will you get off of me?!" Ronald exclaimed.
His face in the new room glowed, it was bright red, clearly showing her anger to his friends which were on top of him. Hermione and Harry though didn't get off very quickly though, they scampered up once they remembered the most likely terrifying creature following them in the hallway.
At the speed of light, they shut the door and miraculously, there was a lock for it. Hermione turned it with no uncertainty. Like the other room, they all were catching their breaths. Ronald was still on the floor, basically hacking up air because Hermione put her hands on his stomach to get up to shut the door.
"It-It hurts…" the fiery haired boy whimpered.
"Oh shut up. We've got worse problems. Look," Hermione said, pointing at the obstacle in front of them.
"Is that a Chess set?" Harry spoke the first time of this chapter.
Ron, being the chess master of the group, said, "No… it's a Wizard's chess set."
The room was rather large, square shaped, and brightly lit. There were burning hot coals on the sides around the chess set for some reason they could only guess at and the floor was a black and white checkered marble floor. The chess pieces were 2 times as tall as Ron, the tallest in the small little bunch.
As the three cautiously walked toward the board, it became apparent that a few of the pieces were missing, 3 to be exact. They were also all on the white side, the black side having no holes in their defences.
They uncertainly walked towards the door until they were in front of the black pawns, and just when Harry was about to take another step, they unsheathed their swords and conjoined them with the other turtle like pawn's sword, making an 'X' like structure.
The three jumped, startled at the stone-like structures popping up out of their shells, and screeched out. Hermione hugged onto the other boy's cloaks.
"Bloody Hell!" Ronald screamed, his red hair going Super Saiyan mode in the process.
Harry stood cold, they couldn't go through the door… Harry calculated in his head, there were 3 pieces missing, the knight, rook, and a pawn, all on the white side, and the black team were the ones not allowing them to go through.
"Guys…-" "DID YOU JUST ASSUME MY GENDER?" Harry ignored Hermione.
"I think we'll have to beat them at Wizard's chess." Harry said while looking at the group.
"No way!" Hermione argued, "there's no way that I'm playing that terrifying game!"
"But it's the only way to get out!" Harry said. "Think logically like you always do!"
Hermione, who had long ago let go of Harry's and Ron's cloaks, placed her hand onto her chin, into the infamous 'thinker' position.
After about a moment, she whipped her body from Harry to Ron, and looked at him skeptically. "How are you going to beat this artificial intelligence? You sometimes even have trouble beating Neville."
Hermione provided a good point. Neville had gotten a few good moves against the self proclaimed "Chess Master" Ronald Weasley. Getting back to the actual plot though, Ronald just scoffed and said "I've played chess hundreds of times. I'd like to see AI beat me."
Hermione opened her mouth once more but quickly shut it.
"Hermione go take the rook's spot and Harry take the pawn's." Ron declared. "I'll be the knight…"
The two looked at their leader with awe. They didn't know that Ron would be like that, compassionate yet ruling at the same time. It was a change from his usual manner.
They looked ahead as the game started.
Before it ended with Ron sacrificing himself for Hermione.
HIs white steed travelled up one and over two just before getting stabbed by pawn's sword. Immediately when Ron fell to the floor on his side, Hermione's eyes shone, full of rage and sorrow. Hermione's body jerked with reaction but Harry noticed what she was doing.
She was turning her body to Ron, and getting ready for a full on sprint.
"Stop, Hermione!" Harry screamed while standing still as a statue.
"But, Ron!" Hermione tried to justify her actions.
"The game is still going," Harry said, "If you move from your spot now, Ron's sacrifice will be in vain."
Hermione fastened her fists at her sides and closed her eyes.
After taking a deep breath, she spoke, "Go get 'em Harry!"
Because Hermione didn't play Wizard's Chess or even muggle chess at all, she didn't know that Harry only had to make one diagonal move, using himself, to get the king cornered. Harry, a rook, and the Queen got the Black King stuck in the corner.
They won.
Hermione immediately ran to Ron's fallen form and put pressure on his shoulder wound. Hermione then grabbed her small bag out of her cloak pocket and took out a piece of white cloth. As she ripped and tied it around his mangled dislocated shoulder, she checked his other symptoms before looking at Harry sitting next to her, silent.
"He'll be alright if I bring him to the infirmary wing now." Hermione stated.
Harry questioned her, "What do you mean I?"
"Harry," Hermione addressed. "You know Ron isn't in the correct condition to fight whatever's at the other side of the door! We came with you Harry because we knew you'd be the one to keep going on in the end but we wanted to help you and cheer you on. Please leave me here and you go on ahead…"
Harry looked at her, pondering for a moment, before turning back to the large, black wooden door far from them.
"Don't let him get hurt anymore, Hermione," Harry said whilst eyeing the door.
"I'll protect him," Hermione replied.
Harry slowly walked away, leaving Hermione to tend to Ron. In Harry's mind, he was terrified to go on without his friends but when he recalled Hermione's little speech, he pushed the door wide open using one hand with multiple cuts and bruises.
Boss Room
Harry walked forward and pulled his cloak tighter to his stick-like pale body. As he leisurely moved towards the staircase in front of him and got farther away from the door behind him, his shoes made clopping sounds which echoed throughout the room.
*SLAM*
The first year snapped his head to the door, fearing someone or something would've closed it but saw no one, no thing.
Harry decided to investigate it further though, the boy in the blue and white striped pyjamas cautiously walked towards the door and tried its handle.
"Locked? What is this, a horror movie!?" Harry exclaimed.
Harry started to shake as he walked down the stairs but stopped as he saw a figure wearing a purple turban and purple cloak in next to a large mirror in front of him by 20 feet.
"Professor Quirrell?" Harry questioned, believing as if the man in front of him was an illusion. "Thank goodness you're here, you can capture the one stealing the sorcerer's stone!"
"Potter," Quirrell said, "you're misunderstanding something. I am the one to steal it."
Harry's heart dropped, all his hope washed away.
"W-what?" Harry blurted out.
"Do I need to repeat myself?" the antagonist said.
Harry was here, miles underneath the school, had no protection, and had no help.
"Harry," Quirrell demanded, "come here." Quirrell motioned to the spot next to him.
Harry, who was in no position to resist, walked forward towards his former teacher in a robot like manner.
"How do you work this thing?" the 30 year old man in the purple outfit asked with a hollow smile.
"As if I'd knew," Harry said, trying not to give Quirrell what he wanted.
Quirrell looked at him skeptically and after a moment of meeting Harry's gaze, he whispered to himself.
After a few seconds, Quirrell said, "Speak louder, Master for I cannot hear well,"
That's when Harry heard a loud muffled voice underneath the turban.
"Yes, Master," Quirrell agreed.
The man stood up straight and stared at Harry as he shifted his hands from his sides to his turban. Slowly but carefully the man unwrapped his turban until there was nothing left on his head.
Harry gawked at his appearance. Harry's used to be professor was not only bald but also had a second face growing on the back of his scalp! The other face had green, venomous eyes, sharp pointy teeth, and no nose.
The creature on the back of Quirrell's head said, "Harry Potter" very slowly, as if testing it somehow.
Its mouth opened wider and wider until it mimicked a Grim Reaper's. It began to laugh without humor and it began to cry out of happiness.
"HARRY POTTER HE HE HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA HARRY POTTER YOU'RE NOW MINE! HE HE HAHAHHAHAHHAHHA HAHAHAHAH HAHAHA HE HE…"
While the thing continued to cry and yell and scream, Harry stood frozen as a rock.
"What the hell is that…?" Harry questioned out loud quietly.
Its laughter stopped abruptly.
The thing took control of Quirrell's head and turned it sideways while it looked at Harry.
"What are you talking about, Harry Potter?" It seethed. "I'm Voldemort… the one who killed your parents."
Harry's scar grew inflamed at the mention of Voldemort's name but other then that, memories in a third person POV came flooding in Harry's mind. As if like a movie, up the steps, breaking the door, and killing the woman holding the baby.
Voldemort noticed Harry's eyes opening wide.
"So… you remember then. But I'm not here to talk about your poor mother and father, go and step in front of the mirror…now." Voldemort commanded.
As if a magical force made him, Harry turned and walked a few steps towards the mirror. He knew it was the Mirror of Erised, which shows your desire, but he questioned his sanity when there was nothing there. Just a few months or so ago he saw his mum and dad, but they weren't here this time, they were out of the picture.
As real life Harry held his hands at his side, mirror Harry's hand moved into his right pyjama pant pocket and grabbed something. Harry knew that he didn't have anything in his pocket when he first went on the adventure and he knew that he himself didn't put anything there during the adventure.
Harry's green eyes grew wide as mirror Harry took out a large red gem and waved it around before putting it back into Harry's right pocket. Harry met the other's gaze and saw that mirror Harry winked.
Instinctively, Harry placed his hand on top of his pocket and, sure enough, it was there.
Voldemort, from the back of Quirrell's head, yelled out, "His right pant pocket! His right pant pocket!"
Quirrell turned around and ran after the fleeing Harry. But you all know it's hard to run on stairs and how the plot requires it, so Harry tripped and fell. When he braced for the impact, Harry let go of the stone, allowing it to fall a few feet away.
Harry immediately felt pain around his ankle so he went to grab it but with his other hand, Harry stretched to grab the stone because Quirrell was eyeing it. Harry gasped in pain as a ring of fire enclosed the room from the doorway, making it impossible to escape.
Harry looked at Quirrell in wonder, thinking that he had made the fire but that was not the case. Quirrell looked t-e-r-r-i-f-i-e-d. His skin paled, his once smile turned into a frown, and his eyebrows levelled into concentration.
As Harry's vision blurred, he knew he was going to lose consciousness because of factors like blood loss and fatigue, Harry heard a loud, long whistle.
"My, my, look what we have here…" a black silohuette said to the room and its inhabitants.
The man's golden eyes whipped towards Harry's form on the ground and to Quirrell's new stone structure.
The ring of fire made the male's pink hair glow, along with his shadow.
Harry, with his last second of consciousness, studied his savior, to remember for years. The man had a high necked dark red cloak, white joggers, black sandals, and pink hair on top of his head. He also had sharp facial features with one scar underneath his eye and another on his cheek.
"It'll be alright Harry," Professor Dragneel soothed his first year. "I won't let Mr. Riddle win this little tussle. I do love to fight after all."
At the end of that sentence, Natsu's smile widened along with his eyes. He laughed as he struck Quirrell's form who held Voldemort on the back of his head.
That was the sight at which Harry lost consciousness.
END OF BOOK ONE. NEXT CHAPTER EPILOGUE.
THAT'S IT! IT'S ALL DONE! **** YEAH! *Clears throat* That was the last chapter of HPSS unless if you count the epilogue. Next chapter will be an epilogue and most likely a few shorts.
Over the year that I've been making this, I have gotten a few ideas from my friends to go and put into this story and next chapter is where they will be. I think that there's going to be 3 little short stories/ ideas in the next chapter.
I doubt that I'll write the fighting scene with Professor Dragneel and Quirrell and I understand that people will be mad that Harry didn't beat him. You shouldn't worry, Harry'll still be Harry and I won't have Natsu go antagonist on you or anything.
I hope that you all have a good evening, night, morning, afternoon, and birthday (for those few lucky people).
Bye.
