The next thing she knew was that there was something blue above her, she blinked a couple of times as she realized it was a pair of blue worried eyes, she blinked a couple more times and she found herself staring up at the face of her father. Jennifer sat up as her father leaned back into the chair he was sitting in.

"Are you all right, Jennifer?"

"I think so, that was the strangest thing ever. Even win all the 8-0-4 missions that we do." Her father chuckled before he spoke seriously.

"Do me a favor and try not to do that again, though I think you may end up like that again."

"I will try not to worry you again while I am at Hogwarts, father." Jennifer suddenly remembered something and she was about ready to say something when Dumbledore walked in.

"Good afternoon, Jennifer." Jennifer stared at him, even though she was not thrilled to see him here and than Jennifer blunted out.

"The Stone! It was Quirrell! Did he get the stone?" Dumbledore seem a bit surprise that shebeens retched calm after waking up with the last thing she remembers was fighting of Qurriel.

"Quirrell does not have the Stone."

"I assume you have it than?"

"Jennifer, please relax, or Madam Pomfrey will have me thrown out." Jennifer felt her father take her hand, she looked over at him before looking around before she realized that she was in the hospital wing. But she knows for sure that she was in that one room with the mirror, Voldemort and Quirrell before she blacked out. It was than that she realized on her other side that there was a table piled high with what looked like half of the candy shop.

"Tokens from your friends and admirers. What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally, the whole school knows. I believe your friends Misters Fred and George Weasley were responsible for trying to send you a toilet seat. No doubt they thought it would amuse you. Madam Pomfrey, however, felt it might not be very hygienic, and confiscated it." Jennifer was close of trying not to laugh when Dumbledore brought up the toilet seat, her father was also trying not to laugh at that comment. Honestly she wished Madam Pomfrey would have let them bring it in for she push Dimbeldore into it jut to make her feel better after what just happened or the last thing she could remember.

"How long have I been in here?"

"Three days. Mr. Cooper Barton, Mr. Harry Potter, Mr. Neville Longbottom, Miss Ginny Weasley and Miss Hermione Granger will be most relieved you have come round, they have been extremely worried."

"But the Stone ..."

"I see you are not to be distracted. Very well, the Stone. Professor Quirrell did not manage to take it from you. I arrived in time to prevent that, although you were doing very well on your own, I must say."

"You got there? You got Hermione's owl?"

"We must have crossed in midair. No sooner had I reached London than it became clear to me that the place I should be was the one I had just left. I arrived just in time to pull Quirrell off you."

"It was you. I knew I heard someone else before blacking out."

"I feared I might be too late."

"I couldn't have kept him off the Stone much longer -"

"Not the Stone, girl, you - the effort involved nearly killed you. For one terrible moment there, I was afraid it had. As for the Stone, it has been destroyed."

"Destroyed?" Jennifer looked over at her father of nodded to confirm that the stone was destroyed. Than she looked at Dumbeldore. "But your friend - Nicolas Flamel -"

"Oh, you know about Nicolas?" said Dumbledore sounded delighted when Jennifer said that. "You did do the thing properly, didn't you? Well, Nicolas and I have had a little chat, and agreed it's all for the best."

"But that means he and his wife will die, won't they?"

"They have enough Elixir stored to set their affairs in order and then, yes, they will die." Dumbledore smiled at the looked of amazement on her face, she was more amazed at the fact that the stone was destroyed than anything else. However Dumbeldore seem to think otherwise of what her look amazement meant. "To one as young as you, I'm sure it seems incredible, but to Nicolas and Perenelle, it really is like going to bed after a very, very long day. After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure. You know, the Stone was really not such a wonderful thing. As much money and life as you could want! The two things most human beings would choose above all - the trouble is, humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things that are worst for them."

"Well, not that I wanted the stone for life or gold. Not that it is wanted or needed, I just wanted to make sure Voldemort didn't get it." There was silence for a few moments before Jennifer went on. "I've been thinking... even if the Stone's gone, Voldemort's going to try other ways of coming back, isn't he? I mean, he hasn't gone, has he?"

"No, Jennifer, he has not. He is still out there somewhere, perhaps looking for another body to share... not being truly alive, he cannot be killed. He left Quirrell to die; he shows just as little mercy to his followers as his enemies. Nevertheless, Jennifer, while you may only have delayed his return to power, it will merely take someone else who is prepared to fight what seems a losing battle next time - and if he is delayed again, and again, why, he may never return to power." Jennifer looked between her father and Dumbeldore before she spoke up.

"Headmaster." Dumbledore looked at her. "How did I get the stone out of the mirror?" It was something that Jennifer was curious, she knows Dumbledore was not stupid even she doesn't like him.

"Ah, now, I'm glad you asked me that. It was one of my more brilliant ideas, and between you and me, that's saying something. You see, only one who wanted to find the Stone - find it, but not use it - would be able to get it, otherwise they'd just see themselves making gold or drinking Elixir of Life. My brain surprises even me sometimes... Now, enough questions. I suggest you make a start on these sweets. Ah! Bettie Bott's Every Flavor Beans! I was unfortunate enough in my youth to come across a vomitflavored one, and since then I'm afraid I've rather lost my liking for them - but I think I'll be safe with a nice toffee, don't you?" Dumbledore smiled before he put a golden brown into his mouth and he choked before he spoke. "Alas! Ear wax!" Jennifer looked over at her father and rolled her eyes, her father smirked and than Jennifer turned to Albus to say something else when someone else walked in into the infirmary. Someone that Jennifer didn't ever expect to be in Hogwarts ever, it was Melinda May, the woman that Jennifer always saw as a mother figure as weird as that sounds.

"Melinda!" Before Dumbledore or her father could move that Jennifer got off of the bed and ran over to her before hugging her. Melina hugged her back with a smile before she spoke.

"Don't you know that when you are in an infirmary that you are suppose to be recover."

"Point being?" Melinda didn't answer her inside Melinda tossed Jennifer over her shoulder and walked over to the bed. Jennifer turned her head and spoke.

"Unfair. Dad, the cavalry got me." Just as Jennifer finished saying that, that Melinda dumped her on the bed. Her father looked like he was close of laughing to the floor while Dumbledore looked utterly confused. Before Dumbledore could say anything that Madam Pomfrey came and shooed Dumbledore away. As soon as Dumbledore was gone that Melinda turned to Phil.

"I assume that was Dumbledore, right?"

"Yes, that was Dumbledore. What brings you up here?"

"The bus is ready and waiting, when you decide e bus is ready to leave."

"Thanks for telling me."

"Bus?" Her father looked at her as Melinda spoke.

"It's a plane, just make sure you get enough rest." Melinda left the infirmary, her father spoke up as Jennifer looked at him.

"Director Fury felt that I needed my own tema for some reason, I made sure at I had enough room for my tema as well as some extra rooms for you, Cooper and your other friends that is if you what them here and if they know what you do out of Hogwarts."

"So can I tell them about what I do than?"

"You may, I had to make sure Fury was all right with it. At first he wasn't, but I pointed out to him that at some point that your friends may figure something was odd after a couple of years. You and Cooper may tell them whenever you two wish."

"All right. Who is on the team?"

"Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Jemma Simmons, Leo Fitz, Melinda May and the newest addition that we picked up in the last week is a girl name Skye. You and Cooper will have your own rooms and you two know half of the people on the team already."

"All right, hopefully after the feast, I would get on the bus and meet the rest of the team, than we will leave the next day." Jennifer pushed for a moment before she spoke. "Dad, I know you told me everything you could, but what I am wondering is why couldn't Quirrell touch me? I know you heard of what happen or some sort of version of it." Her father bit his lip before he spoke.

"It is an old magic, I don't know everything about it. But it was knowledge that was passed down in certain families and your mother's family was among them. In order to use this magic that you need love to power it as well as blood, it is a kind of sacrifice ritual. It needs to be a certain kind of love in order to make it happen of which is that between mother and child. For some reason that is something that Voldemort doesn't understand, so he doesn't know how pure a love can be between two people no matter if he were parents, children or lovers. When done right that it will leave a mark, not a visible mark. To be loved as deep by your mother or even me and from one that is gone will leave a protection on said person, forever. One that is full of hatred and greed can't touch anything so pure, so to Quirrell, touching your ski was agony. I can't really explain it any better than that." Her father remained by her bedside, even though she made it plain that she fouls walk just fine when Melinda came. A few minutes later that Jennifer was trying to get Madam Pomfrey to let her friends in.

"Just five minutes."

"Absolutely not."

"You let Professor Dumbledore and my father in..." Her father was tryin to laugh as Jennifer pleaded with Madam Pomfrey.

"Well, of course, that was the headmaster, quite different. It was your father so that was quite different as well. You need rest."

"I am resting, look, lying down and everything. Plus I can move around just fine, I proved that earlier. Oh, please, Madam Pomfrey..."

"Oh, very well. But five minutes only." So she let in Cooper, Ginny, Neville, Harry and Hermione.

"Jennifer!" Hermione looked like she was going to hug her again but she held herself back. Jennifer's head still felt slightly sore after what happened but Jennifer had worse things than a sore head. "Oh, Jennifer, we were sure you were going to - Dumbledore was so worried -" Ginny spoke up before Hermione could finish.

"The whole school's talking about it. What really happened?" Before Jennifer told them what happen that she introduce her friends to her father before she told them everything that happened since she entered the room and found Quirrell in there instead of Snape. When Jennifer reached the turban brought that Hermione and Ginny screamed, it was a bit funny when the two of them screamed but she wasn't going to tell them that. Harry and Neville looked worry while Cooper looked worried but at the same time he looked like he was about ready to laugh his head off. Only Cooper was capable of looking worried as well as looking like he was going to laugh out loud, the only other one that could do that was Uncle Clint. Ginny spoke up when Jennifer was finished.

"So the Stone's gone? Flamel's just going to die?"

"That's what I said, but Dumbledore thinks that - what was it? - 'to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."

"I always said he was off his rocker."

"I knew that before I meet him. So what happened to you five?"

"Well, I got back all right. I brought Ginny round - that took a while - while Harry and Cooper brought Neville around and we were dashing up to the owlery to contact Dumbledore when we met him in the entrance hall - he already knew - he just said, 'Harry's gone after him, hasn't he?' and hurtled off to the third floor."

"Yeah, Dumbledore's off his rocker, all right. Listen, you've got to be up for the end-of-year feast tomorrow. The points are all in and Slytherin won, of course - you missed the last Quidditch match even though we win we are still behind." Her father smiled slightly as Ginny spoke about the match, than Madam Pomfrey bustled over and shooed them away, even her father. The next evening Jennifer told Madam Pomfrey that she wanted to go to the feast.

"Professor Dumbledore says you are to be allowed to go. And you have another visitor."

"Oh, good. Who is it?" Hagrid slid through the door as Jennifer spoke. As normal that Hagrid looked too big to be allowed indoors, and when he was inside that he sat down next to Jennifer. He took one look at her and burst in into tears. He put his face in his hands as he spoke.

"It's - all - my - ruddy - fault! I told the evil git how ter get past Fluffy! I told him! It was the only thing he didn't know, an' I told him! Yeh could've died! All fer a dragon egg! I'll never drink again! I should be chucked out an' made ter live as a Muggle!" Jennifer was shocked to see Hagrid shaking with grief and remorse and his great tears leaking to his beard.

"Hagrid! Hagrid, he would have found out somehow, this is Voldemort we're talking about, he'd have found out even if you hadn't told him."

"Yeh could've died! An' don' say the name!" So Jennifer bellowed at Hagrid

"VOLDEMORT!" Hagrid was so shocked when she bellowed that he stopped crying. "I've met him and I'm calling him by his name. Please cheer up, Hagrid, we saved the Stone, it's gone, he can't use it. Have a Chocolate Frog, I've got loads..." Hagrid wiped his nose on the back of his hand.

"That reminds me. I've got yeh a present."

"It's not a stoat sandwich, is it?" Hagrid gave a weak chuckle.

"Nah. Dumbledore gave me the day off yesterday ter fix it. 'Course, he shoulda sacked me instead - anyway, got yeh this..." It was a handsome leather covered book, Jennifer opened the book curiously, it was full of wizard photographs. Smiling and waving at him were her parents, she seen some pictures of her mother around the apartment that she has with her father but there few of those pictures and the ones they have were muggle pictures.

"Knew yeh father is a'ive and everything. But I sent owls off ter all yer parents' old school friends, askin' fer photos... Wasn't sure yeh didn' have of how many yeh have... d'yeh like it?"

"Very much Hagrid, thanks Hagrid." Jennifer hugged Hagrid before Hagrid left the infirmary. After Hagrid left that Jennifer made her way down to the end of the year feast with her father, of who came to get her, that night. She was held up by Madam Pomfrey fussy about her and insisted on giving her one last check up before she left. Thankfully Dumbeldore allowed her father to stay at the castle when her father learned of what happened to her. As well as allowed the bus to to be on Hogwarts grounds, though Jennifer was sure that was partly because of what happen before Christmas and Dumbledore didn't want to go through that again, more so in front of the whole school. When they got there that the great hall was already fuller so students, the great hall was decked out in Slytherin colors of green and silver to celebrate Slytherin winning of the house cup for the seventh year in a row, a huge banner showing the Slytherin serpent covered the wall behind the high table. When they walked in there was a sudden hush, than everyone started talking again, her father went to the high table while Jennifer joined Cooper, Ginny, Hermione, Harry and Neville. There were people that were trying to get a look at her when she joined her friends. Dumbledore arrived a few moments later and the babble of the students died away before he spoke cheerfully.

"Another year gone! And I must trouble you with an old man's wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been! Hopefully your heads are all a little fuller than they were... you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts... Now, as I understand it, the house cup here needs awarding, and the points stand thus: In fourth place, Gryffindor, with four hundred and twelve points; in third, Hufflepuff, with four hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw has five hundred and twenty-six and Slytherin, five hundred and seventy- two." A storm of cheering and stamping broke out from the Slytherin table, Draco was banging his goblet on the table, it was a sickening sight.

"Yes, Yes, well done, Slytherin. However, recent events must be taken into account." The room went very still and the smiles on the Slytherins faded a little. "Ahem, I have a few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes... First - to Mr. Neville Longbottom." Neville looked surprised when Dumbeldore had brought up his name. "There are all kinds of courage and the courage to put yourself in danger to help your friends is one. So I award him twenty points." The noise in the hall went up, though it was clear that he should have get more than ten points for Gryffindor. But it was more points none the less than they had before. "Second - to Miss Ginny Weasley..." Ginny went purple in the face, so that Ginny looked like a radish with a bad sunburn. "...for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house fifty points."

The Gryffindors cheers nearly raised the bewitched ceiling. After a few moments there was silence again. "Third - to Miss Hermione Granger... for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor house fifty points." Hermione's buried her face in her arms. "Fourth - to Mr. Harry Potter... for protecting his friends in a time of need, I award Gryffindor house fifty points." The hall was deafening, for the points they just gain from that they were tied with Slytherin. The noise was so loud Dumbledore raised his hands for quiet. "Fifth - to Cooper Barton." There was still silence as they waited. "For outstanding loyalty to his friends and help fight along side them, I award fifty points." More cheers came up form the gryffindors table, unless if Jennifer was wrong that Gryffindor and Slytheirn were tied or Gryffindor was in the lead but Dumbleodre was not done. "Sixth - to Miss Jennifer Coulson." There was still silence waiting for what Dumbledore would say. "For pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor sixty points."

Someone outside of the great hall would have thought fireworks or an explosion taken place inside the great hall. Because the noise from the Gryffindor was really loud as well as the noise from the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables since all three tables were also celebrating the downfall of Slytherin. Jennifer, Cooper, Hermione, Harry, Neville and Ginny were pretty much disappeared under the pile of people hugging them. Cooper nudged her in the ribs when he people stopped hugging them and pointed at Malfoy, Jennifer couldn't help but smile when she saw Malfoy. For he looked stunned and horrified as if he just be placed under the body bind curse, she wished she had a camera just to take a picture of Draco Malfoy. Dumbledore called over the storm applause and cheering coming for the three tables in the great hall, of how Dumbledore managed to do that was behind Jennifer.

"Which means, we need a little change of decoration." Dumbledore clapped his hands, in an instant the green hangings became scarlet and the silver became gold. The huge Slytherin serpent vanished to replace by a towering Gryffindor lion, Snape was shaking Professor McGonagall's hand with a horrible forced smile. It was the next day that Jennifer got her exam results and she passed with good marks, she was the second best of the first years right behind Hermione. That day Jennifer spent most of her door packing since Jennifer and Cooper were going on the bus, last night that Jennifer and Cooper meet the other members of the team. When Jennifer finished that she looked around the dorm one last time before turning to leave knowing she would be back next year.