Chapter 10

The philosopher's stone

Hello I'm back. Rright now I'm listening to Nickleback Savin'me, man I LOVE that song so much! Now I'm pretty pissed with writing about kids. So the first year will end here and second year will be about two or three chapters long and that's it. Fluff need to write Fluff! I miss Fluff!

Now onto the story…

Last chapter

As the clock started ticking and the count-down started Ron and Harry both made a new resolution.

"ten-nine-" 'I'm never leaving her again.' Harry thought to himself. "Seven-Six-Five-Four-Three-Two-One. Happy New Year Ron."

End of last chapter

This chapter

Harry couldn't believe that it was the end of the year all ready. He knew that at this time of year Quirrell was going to try and steal the stone. He had wanted over the months after Christmas to try and retrieve the stone, but Samantha would always catch him as he was sneaking out to go and get it. He knew he had to keep the timeline in order, but wasn't it already very disrupted? With Ginny in his year, and he wasn't even living with the Dursley's anymore.

He had also tried on numerous occasions to kill "Scabbers" but Ron had caught him at it once. He had to use as an excuse that he couldn't bear the site of rats, it made him queasy. Hermione had taken his side on that, which led to Ron not speaking to them for a whole month. Harry had to admit, though, Ron was resilient, even at a young age. He was now talking to Harry and Hermione, but he always kept "Scabbers" away from Harry.

Draco Malfoy had grown closer to them as time passed; he was now an unofficial part of the group along with Samantha. He had even cheered for Harry during the Ravenclaw/Griffindor match, another difference in this time line.

Hermione and Ron sat next to him.

"Hi Harry." Hermione said opening her very large book on transfiguration.

"Hi Hermione." Harry replied lying down on the grass and looking up at the sky.

"So want to go see Hagrid?" Ron asked.

"But the exam—" Hermione was about to say.

"Sure!" Harry had cut her off right before her rant.

Of course, just as he had done in the last timeline, Hagrid had said too much, Harry now remembered that it was today that Quirrell went to steal the Stone. Hagrid was a bit dumbstruck when he saw Harry sprint away towards the castle with Ron and Hermione at his heels.

"Kids…" The Half giant said and then turned around.

"Harry!" Hermione screamed behind him. "Wait up!"

Harry didn't stop; he didn't stop until he heard a soft innocent voice say his name as he past, "Harry?"

"Ginny?" He said stopping for a brief second. He saw her with Dean Tomas and Neville.

"Is everything alright?" She asked worried.

"I'll tell you later." He said and started running off again.

Ginny frowned, something was up with him, he was hiding something for sure, something big. Maybe it had to do with that stone she heard him talking about. He did say that if it got in the wrong hands something dangerous was going to happen and that HE was the one to stop it.

She looked down at her notebook then at Dean and Neville. "Um… sorry boys, but I have to go check up on something. I'll help you with your studying another time." She got up and gave her note book to Neville. "Give it to Hermione or Lavender later. Tell them to put it on my bed."

She ran after Harry.

Dean watched as she left. "One day I'm going to marry her." He said to Neville.

Neville let out a small laugh. "I think Harry already called dibs on that."

"No he can't do that!" Dean said immaturely and he pouted a little.

"Of course he can; he's Harry Potter!" Neville argued.

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Harry went into McGonagall's office, he was panting, and his chest was hurting. The deputy Headmistress gazed at the boy with a certain amount of confusion.

"Is professor Dumbledore in his office?" He asked panting.

"No." She answered. "But I'm sure I could be of assistance in his stead."

Harry merely shook his head and left, leaving Minerva McGonagall wondering.

Now it was for sure in Harry's mind that tonight was the night Voldemort was going to try to steal the stone. Harry was going to do the same thing that he did the first time but this time, he wasn't going to wait for Quirrell to die.

He felt something tap on his shoulder.

"Harry… are you alright mate?" it was Ron.

"Yeah Ron, why wouldn't I be?" He knew that Ron could feel he was lying just like he knew that time with "Scabbers."

He still had his back turned so he didn't know exactly who was behind him, but if he had to guess he knew that there would probably be Hermione, maybe even Ginny. So what a surprise it was when he spun around and saw Samantha and Draco, He knew that Samantha was surly there to make sure he wasn't going to just walk in on Quirrell and kill him in his office as he was preparing to go fetch the stone that was going to grant immortality to his master. But Draco what was he doing there?

"Um… hi?" Harry said to them awkwardly.

"Spit it out Potter." Ginny said.

"Not here." Harry answered.

They all glanced at each other. Samantha understood what Harry meant. "Tonight." She said to only Harry, he nodded.

"I'm not coming." She said. "Neither is Draco."

"Why? I could use the help…" Harry said to her.

"No you only need Ron and Hermione, maybe Ginny, but that would be playing with the timeline."

"Timeline…" Hermione interrupted.

"It's nothing, just charring secrets." Harry covered and Samantha nodded.

"Cool a secret, can I know?" Draco asked.

"No." Harry snapped quickly.

Later that night

"Quirrell is going for the kill." Harry informed his friends.

"Harry this is silly, Quirrell can barely teach his own class…" Ron uttered.

"That's what he wants you to think." Ginny joined in. "Can't you feel it, that presence of evil when you get near him?"

Ron shook his head.

"Then why would Dumbledore let Quirrell teach his students if he knew he was a bad guy?" Hermione pondered.

"Your guess is as good as mine." Harry answered, taking out his cloak.

Together they walked towards the forbidden floor. They passed Fluffy. ((stupid A.N) hi-hi if you take out the Y it spells Fluff, yay Fluff!) Ron and Ginny freaked once they got to the Devil's Snare, Hermione set it on fire like she did last time.

Ginny gazed dreamily at the flying Keys when they got to that task. Harry searched for the broom and then in a jiffy he had caught it and put the key in the keyhole. They heard the keys hitting the door as they closed it. Next to him he heard Hermione grunt. There before them was the large chess board. Harry knew he had to be careful here; he didn't want to lose a friend… not again. As they were the last time Harry was the bishop, Hermione the tower, Ron the knight, but what Harry had not imagined to happen was that Ginny was the queen.

It was clear to Harry why Ron put Ginny in the position, Ron always protected his queen, maybe even more than the king; it was almost curtain that he had put her there so that she was not to be touched. Not only that, but every one knew that the queen was deadly, the perfect position for Ginny.

Ron sacrificed himself and Harry checkmated the king. Ginny had volunteered to help Ron but Hermione said it was wiser if she were to go along with Harry. Harry took Ginny's hand and guided them through the door; there the horrid smell filled their nostrils. On the floor there was a half dead troll, quickly they went past him and onto the task that Snape had prepared for them.

Harry knew which potion to drink.

"You'll need to stay here, until I come back."

"But—I" Ginny tried to argue.

He took a quick gulp of the drink.

"I feel cold…" Ginny said to him.

Harry hadn't time to think why the potion also affected Ginny, but he didn't think twice when he took her hand and made them pass through the black fire.

Harry saw Quirrell staring hungrily at the Mirror of Erised.

"You-" Growled Harry under his breath, Ginny's hand tightened around him.

Quirrell's lips twitched into a small taunting smile.

Harry looked into the mirror. He wanted the stone, he wanted it badly, but it wasn't what he saw. He saw himself when he was older, Ginny at his side, with a child in her arms, Ron and Hermione with there own.

"Not asking questions, Potter?" Quirrell asked.

Harry shook his head. "You're the bad guy; that's all there is to it."

Quirrell huffed.

He looked again at the mirror, again the same wonderful yet frustrating image.

"Why can't I have it?" Quirrell screamed.

"Not going to cry on me are you?" Harry mocked. He could feel Ginny shaking beside him.

"Use the boy…" He heard a scaly voice say.

Ginny gasped. "Harry, what are we going to do?"

"Don't worry."

As Quirrell approached, Harry grabbed his teacher's naked hand and soon his teacher was turning into stone. Then he grabbed his face and before Quirrell had to show them the disgusting site that was Voldemort, he was on the floor dead. Harry saw Voldemort soul rise. He pushed Ginny out of the way and then backed away, knowing that no good would come if he had fought against the dark lord without destroying the Horcrux.

"Is he dead?" Ginny asked him.

"No." He answered. "Not yet, but I'll make sure that one day he'll be gone for ever."

He saw it he saw the stone; the mirror had given it to him.

But they both passed out.

The day after

'Cozy, I like cozy.' Harry thought as he stirred in his bed.

"Harry." He heard his name. No, he didn't want to answer.

"Harry…" If the person thought he was going to answer he or she was dreaming.

"Harry!" Now this was getting on his nerves.

"HARRY!"

"I'm sleeping!" He whispered dangerously.

"Wake up I'm bored." He opened his eyes but only saw a small red blur.

At the feast

"Griffindor wins!" The crowed chanted.

"Good Job Harry!" Samantha screamed from the Slytherin table.

In the next chapter

"Oh my darlings!" Mrs. Weasley said hugging them tightly.

"Hi mom." They said with little breath.

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