Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Akame Ga Kill is owned by Takahiro and Tetsuya Tashiro. I own nothing.
Harry read over what he had wrote in the letter so far. He made sure he included everything that had been going on in the school year thus far from the accidental discovery of the third floor, to the troll, from finding out about Flamel, and finally the part about the dragon egg.
He planned on sending this letter to Madam Bones through Susan. Hopefully if anyone could put forth an actual investigation into what was going on in school, it would be her.
Going to a teacher would probably accomplish nothing seeing as that whatever he told one of them would just be sent to Dumbledore, who had put the stone in the school to begin with.
Going to Madam Bones was the safest option. If what Neville told him about her being a strong believer in actual justice then he knew that this was the right thing to do.
"Hey Susan," Harry called out to his fellow first year, who was talking with Hannah in one of the armchairs.
"Yeah what is it Harry?" she asked him.
"I was just wondering if you could sent this letter to your aunt for me," Harry told her showing the letter.
"Oh," Susan said clearly not expecting to be asked that. "Yeah I guess I could, but can I ask what it says before I send it?"
"Yeah I was just writing about a few safety issues I had with the school and I was hoping she could look into them for me," Harry told her.
Susan seemed to accept his answer and promised to send it the first chance she got. "Brilliant. Thanks Susan," Harry thanked her.
Still even with the letter being sent Harry was still keeping an eye on Quirrell. The professor still stuttered constantly in class and looked like he was spooked by his own shadow, but Harry could feel the killing intent whenever the man was facing away.
Exams came and went, yet Quirrell still had not made his move for the stone. Harry was starting to believe that Quirrell had perhaps given up, until the morning he went to the great hall for breakfast.
Looking up at the staff table harry noticed that the golden throne usually occupied by Dumbledore was empty. As far as Harry knew Dumbledore had attended every meal the same time as the rest of the students and staff. Why was he not here?
Deciding to find out Harry approached McGonagall after his Transfiguration lesson.
"Yes is there something I can help you with Mr. Potter?" the head of Gryffindor asked him.
"Well I saw that Professor Dumbledore wasn't at breakfast," Harry told her. "I was just curious as to why."
"From what I know Professor Dumbledore is currently out of the school," McGonagall told him. "He received a letter from the Ministry that said they requested his presence as soon as possible. Was there something you needed from him?"
"No Professor," Harry told her. "I was just curious that's all." Grabbing the rest of his belongings Harry went to go and find Neville and Hermione as fast as possible.
He found his two friends in the library reading over a book at one of the end tables surrounded by bookshelves. "Hermione, Neville," Harry said as he approached the two.
"Hi Harry," Hermione greeted. "Neville was just showing me this herbology book. I figure it can come in handy to be prepared for next year."
"Look Quirrell is going to try and steal the stone today," Harry told them bluntly.
His friends smiles disappeared after hearing what he just said. "How do you know?" Hermione asked.
"Dumbledore isn't here today," Harry told them. "The best time to steal the stone would be when the man who is supposedly the most powerful wizard of the century is out of the castle."
"What do we do?" Neville asked. "I mean you sent that letter a few days ago, have you heard back?"
Harry shook his head. "No I haven't. Maybe Madam Bones didn't believe what I said, but regardless I think we need to head there ourselves tonight." Harry wasn't sure but he thought he heard someone shuffling near one of the bookcases that surrounded them.
"Are you sure?" Neville asked sounding timid.
"Yes we know how to get past the dog, we can try and get it before he does," Harry told them.
"If we do it'll have to be soon," Hermione mentioned. "What time are you thinking?"
"After dinner," Harry told them. "He still has classes for the rest of the day so he won't be able to go after it before dinner."
The three of them agreed to meet outside the Hufflepuff common room after the feast.
While at dinner Harry couldn't help but notice that Quirrell was looking extra skittish today. A telltale sign that he was indeed going for the stone tonight.
Harry and Neville quickly made their way back to the common room. Harry made sure to grab the Invisibility Cloak. He decided to use it to conceal the three of them so sneaking onto the third floor would be much easier.
Exiting the common room they found Hermione standing outside just outside the archway. Harry took out the cloak and threw it over the three of them.
"Blimey Harry when'd you get this?" Neville asked in amazement.
"I got it on Christmas," Harry told him. "Apparently it belonged to my dad."
The cloak proved useful when Filch suddenly rounded the corner just outside the third floor, muttering to himself about the students. All the while as that cat of his followed him around.
Once the coast was clear they approached the locked door while Hermione said the spell to unlock it. Stepping inside they found that Fluffy was already asleep.
A harp had been placed in the corner of the room and had been playing a soft comforting sound to put the dog to sleep. This was bad. It meant that Quirrell had already gotten here first.
However once the three of them took off the cloak and stepped further into the room, the harp stopped playing, and Fluffy began to open his ferocious looking eyes.
Harry was prepared for this, using his Imperial Arms he concentrated on creating soft soothing sounds like the one the harp had been playing just a moment before. He focused on blending the sounds together to sound like a musical tone.
It seemed to work as Fluffy began to get droopy eyed and let out yawns from all three of its mouths. In just a few seconds the dog was down for the count and back to sleep, and apparently dreaming that he was running, if him moving his legs around were any indication.
Hermione went over to the trapdoor and pulled it open. Looking down it revealed a square tunnel that led straight down into darkness. Harry volunteered to go first as he jumped down into the darkness.
He was surprised to find that his fall had been broken by something green and soft. Hermione followed a second after him, with Neville just behind her.
Right as he was about to ask what they had just landed on, a third figure came shooting out of the hole from above. "Ugh what is this stuff?" the figure asked. It was Ron.
"Ron?!" Harry asked not exactly believing that the redheaded boy was here at the moment. "What the hell are you doing here?!"
Before Ron could answer, vines started wrapping around the four students. "What's going on?!" Ron yelled as he began to struggle against the constricting vines.
Harry felt the vines wrap around his arms and wrists, preventing him from using his Imperial Arms. Hermione had a vine that was wrapping itself around her neck beginning to strangle her, Neville looked wide eyed but otherwise looked extremely calm.
"I know what this is," Neville said. "In herbology Professor Sprout said this is Devil's Snare."
"That's great Neville," Harry said as the vines began to wrap tighter. "How do we get out of this?!"
"Just stay calm and relax," Neville told him. Deciding to lead by example Neville closed his eyes and slowed his breathing. Harry watched as his friend dropped down through the vines. "There's another room down here!" Neville shouted from below. "Just relax and you'll be able to get down!"
Following Neville's example Harry calmed himself. He closed his eyes and focused on taking slow steady breaths. Sure enough he felt the vines begin to loosen as he too fell to the room below.
Looking up he saw that this room's ceiling was coated with the Devil's Snare, and he could faintly discern the shapes of Hermione and Ron through the gaps in the vines. Well the shape of Ron at least as Hermione dropped down soon after himself.
Ron on the other hand was struggling to no end. "Help!" Ron shouted. "Help me!" more vines continued to wrap around him.
Before Harry could act Neville raised his wand and performed the Lumos charm, a spell that creates light. Looking up Harry saw that the vines seemed to shrink away from the light as the ones holding Ron dropped him down next to the other three.
"That was bloody close," Ron commented as he began to pick himself up. Harry approached the other boy. It was time for answers.
"Ron just what are you doing here?" Harry asked in a completely serious tone of voice.
At this Ron looked very sheepish. "Well earlier today I overheard you lot talking about how you were planning on going down here so I decided to follow you. I didn't see you enter near the dog but I heard Hermione's voice saying the spell to get in, so when you jumped down I followed behind you."
"How did you know?" Harry asked.
"What?" Ron asked. "I told you I heard you talking and-,"
"Hold on," Harry cut Ron off. "The only time we talked about that today was in the library, and we were alone, so how did you-," realization dawned on Harry. "You were eavesdropping on us."
"No I wasn't!" Ron said sounding indignant. "I was just around the same area as you lot and decided to listen to what was going on."
Harry rolled his eyes at the stupidity. "Look just head back or stay here," Harry told him not wanting to put up with the boy.
"No," Ron said stubbornly. "I came to help and that's what I'm going to do."
"Help?" Harry repeated. "No offense but why do you want to help us?"
"Well you see," Ron began, "I have a big family. I have a bunch of older brothers and one younger sister, and all of them made a name for themselves. Bill's cool, Charlie works with dragons, Percy is prefect, Fred and George are pranksters, and Ginny is the one girl. If I can help you I can show I'm not just some other Weasley."
"Is that why you think we're down here?" Harry asked getting real frustrated with the other boy. "To make names for ourselves? No we're here because this is about something bigger than any of us, we're here to make sure that people won't harm others, if you don't get that then stay right here or find a way to leave."
Harry turned away from Ron and made his way to the door that led into the next room. Not knowing what was ahead he used his Imperial Arms to send out sound waves like a bat would use for echolocation to get a better understanding of what was ahead.
From what he could tell the next room was tall. Very tall. Sure enough the four of them found themselves in a room with a high vaulted ceiling with a bunch of keys lazily flying around. There was also a rickety old broom just hovering in the middle of the room parallel to a padlocked door.
If Harry had to guess one of the keys flying around was the one needed to unlock the door. He began to search for any key that stood out to him amongst the hundreds of keys in the air.
He saw it. The key was more old fashioned, and was moving slower than the others due to a bent wing. Almost as if someone had grabbed that one rather roughly.
"Knowing what he had to do Harry gripped the broom's handle. Having taken flying lesson with Madam Hooch earlier in the year Harry knew how to fly a broom he couldn't really explain it but he was a natural when it came to flying.
However once he kicked off from the ground the keys that had once been flying so lazily now gained formation and began to evade him. Having a keen eye Harry spotted the right key near the front of the formation, but it was quickly falling behind due to the bent wing.
Harry flew the broom higher and then rushed towards the formation of keys. Stretching out his hand he snatched the key and piloted down towards the ground. He tossed the key to Hermione who caught it and unlocked the padlock.
Dismounting the broom Harry and the others proceeded to the next room.
Awaiting them was a giant, chess board?
Harry couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. They would have to play their way across. He was smart but he had only played chess a few times against Lubbock, every time losing to the green haired man.
Ron however looked determined. "I can help with this."
"Really?" Harry asked not too convinced.
Ron nodded, "Look I know that you're mad about me being here, and yeah I came for my own reasons, but I can still help you with this. Just please trust me."
Harry just looked at him. Ron had come across as rude, obnoxious, bigoted, and jealous, but Harry could see that somewhere inside the boy there was a caring side to him.
"Fine," Harry said. "If you want to help us, now's your chance."
Ron nodded as he took the place of a knight on top of a stone horse. He began ordering pawns to move forward as the opposing side did the same.
The chess match was more like a death match. The stone figures brutalized each other with their weapons to eliminate the other team. Chunks of rock went flying everywhere. The enemy queen was quite ruthless as she took more of their figures than any other.
Finally the last play was set up. Ron had positioned himself between the queen and Harry, which would leave Harry free the check the king and end the match. The queen made her way over to Ron's horse and struck the statue down with her sword. Ron yelled as debris came falling on top of him.
Harry didn't know if Ron was dead or not, but he wasn't going to let the other boy's action be in vain. Walking up to the king Harry yelled out, "Check Mate." With that the king dropped his sword, bowed and allowed him to pass to the other side.
Before he went on ahead he went over to Hermione and Neville who had gathered around the limp form of Ron. "Is he okay?" Harry asked.
Neville grasped Ron's wrists. "I feel a pulse!" Neville exclaimed. Harry sighed in relief.
"Good, that's good," Harry said. "Neville would you be able to stay back here with Ron, maybe try and move him back the way we came.
Neville nodded and promised he would try. With that Harry and Hermione made their way to the next room.
In front of them stood a potions table with various bottles on it, with fire in front of and behind them. Approaching the table Hermione read the note that was there. "It's a riddle," Hermione told him. "Quite ingenious really."
Harry agreed. Most wizards relied only on magic and never common sense or logic. "What's the riddle?"
"One of these bottles allows you to go forward, the other back, three are wine and the others poison," Hermione told him. "And if I'm correct this is the one that will allow you to go forward." She held up a small bottle that looked like there was only enough for one. Quirrell must have drank from it as well.
"I'll go on ahead," Harry told her. "If you know which one will take you back drink that, and go meet up with Neville. See if he needs any help with Ron."
"Be careful," Hermione told him.
"I will," he promised as he drank the rest of the potion. As soon as he did he felt like ice had been poured over his head, but it soon faded. Taking a deep breath he stepped up to the flame and walked into it. The fire didn't even sting, in fact it kind of tickled.
Not wasting any time Harry walked forward coming into a half circle room lined with columns with a mirror at the end.
And standing just in front of the mirror was Quirrell himself. Seeing Harry's reflection appear in the mirror Quirrell turned around smiling. "Ah Potter," He said not stuttering. "I was wondering when I would be meeting you down here."
"Why were you expecting me?" Harry asked not quite sure how Quirrell knew.
"I know more about you than you think I do Potter," Quirrell replied with a knowing smirk as he turned back to face the mirror. "I'm so close to the stone, I see myself holding it. But how do I get it?!"
"Use the boy," an unknown voice said. The strange thing was it sounded like it came from Quirrell's turban.
Turning to Harry, Quirrell said, "Come here Potter, look into the mirror." As Harry approached the mirror Quirrel snatched Harry's wand from him. "Stand in front of it properly so you can see yourself."
Harry stood in front of the mirror not really knowing how this fit into anything. As he did he began to notice figures appearing behind him. They came into focus and he recognized them immediately as the Jaegers and Night Raid. Everyone was there with him, as he himself looked slightly older, in his late teens perhaps.
He looked behind him, but no one was there. Turning back to the mirror he saw Akame with Tatsumi's arm wrapped around her smile at him. Akame then held up a blood red stone and placed it in mirror Harry's pocket. The strange thing was he felt the weight of the stone drop into his real pocket.
"Well what do you see?!" Quirrell asked sounding agrivated.
Coming up with a quick lie harry said, "I'm surrounded by my classmates. We just won the House Cup."
Quirrell looked disappointed, but then the voice spoke again, "He lies."
"Tell the truth Potter!" Quirrell yelled. "What do you see?!"
"Let me speak to him," the voice said.
"Master you do not have the strength," Quirrell said to the voice.
"I have strength enough for this."
With that said Quirrell began to undo his turban. As he pulled it off it revealed a clean shaven bald head, with another face growing out of the back.
The second face resembled more of a snake than it did a human. The skin was grey and pale, instead of a nose there were just two slits, and it had red eyes like Akame.
No. Harry decided. Not like Akame. Akame's eyes while they could be cold to hide her emotions sometimes, still held a compassion for the people close to her.
With these eyes, they were filled with only contempt and rage, with a desire to only inflict harm. Harry finally understood where all that killing intent had been coming from.
"Harry Potter," the second face said. "We meet once again."
"Again?" Harry asked afraid he knew who this face belonged to. "You mean that you're-,"
"Lord Voldemort. Yes."
"How are you even still alive?" Harry asked. From what he heard Voldemort died while he tried to kill him as an infant.
Voldemort gave a nasty smirk. "I have immersed myself in the dark arts, in doing so I have become immortal."
"Anyone can be killed," Harry shot back trying not to sound intimidated.
Voldemort led out a dry laugh. "That may have been true once, but I have ensured my immortality I just lack a body of my own. See how I am forced to live? I must rely on another and consume unicorn blood, but you can help me."
"And why would I do that?"
"You miss your parents do you not? Together we can bring them back the key to how is through the stone, and this mirror is the key," Voldemort tempted.
Well that was an obvious lie. Quirrell might have taken his wand but not his Imperial Arms. Activating it he sent a high frequency sound wave at the mirror which shattered.
"No!" Voldemort yelled in fury.
Harry took off running the way he came he could feel that the potion he drank was still in effect and he would be able to pass through the flames. "Stop him!" Voldemort yelled and Harry felt ropes wrap around his feet tripping him.
Quirrel was on top of him strangling him. Harry grasped onto Quirrell's hands in an attempt to pry him off. As soon as he touched Quirrell the professors hands started to smoke.
Yelling in pain Quirrell got off Harry to nurse his burnt hands. Had Harry just burned him without a wand? Not waisting time to think about it Harry freed himself from the ropes and grabbed a hold of Quirrell's head as the professor was about to cast a curse at him.
Quirrell screamed in pain as his face and head began to burn. Harry also used his Imperial Arms to unleash a turret of sound at his foe and rendering him deaf.
From the combined force of the unknown magic and Imperial Arms Quirrell's body dropped to the floor and shattered into dust.
It was over he stopped Voldemort. He took the stone from his pocket to examine it. It was simple really just a little bigger than the palm of his hand and a blood red color. All that trouble for this. Harry had just killed a man for this. He didn't want to kill anyone, but Quirrell left him no choice right? If he had got the stone Voldemort would be back.
Then he felt it. The killing intent. Turning back to face the ashes of Quirrell he saw a shade like figure rise up and charge straight for him. Before Harry could react the figure passed through him and flew past the fire and out of sight.
The force at which he had been hit sent Harry to the ground. The last sight before his vision faded to black was of his fist wrapped around the stone.
A/N: Hello people. I was just leaving this note to ask if you, the readers, think I should end this story in a few more chapters after the first year, or end it like I had planned after the second year. Either way is possible so let me know what you all think, and thank you for reading.