An: Here is the last chapter of this part I hoped you enjoy… Part two is up! The OCs I asked for will come in in Part Two I am still getting characters so feel free to submit. –GMJ.

"You!" Harleigh said.

Quirrell turned around to face the two Gryffindors.

"But, Snape…" Harry trailed off

"Yes, he does seem like the type doesn't he? Next to him no one would suspect p-p-poor st-stuttering Professor Quirrell?" Quirrell said.

"But the day of the Quidditch match, Snape was tryimg to kill Harry," Harleigh said.

"Oh no my dear child, I tried to kill Harry! And trust me if Snape's cloak hadn't caught on fire and broken my eye contact I would have succeeded," Quirrell said, "Even with Snape muttering his little counter-curse."

"Snape was trying to save me," Harry gasped.

"I knew you two were a danger to me right from the off. Especially after Halloween," Quirrell said.

"You let the troll in," Harry said.

"You almost killed me and Hermione!" Harleigh yelled.

"Very good, Potter, LeStrange," Quirrell smirked, "Snape unfortunately wasn't fool, when everyone else was running about the dungeon Snape went to the third floor to head me off. He, of course, never trusted me again. He rarely left me alone. But he doesn't understand, I'm never alone. Never," Quirrell turned back to the mirror, "Now what does this mirror do? I see what I desire. I see myself holding the Stone."

"Well duh, it's the mirror of Erised, obviously it shows your desire," Harleigh provoked.

"Harleigh!" Harry elbowed her.

"But how do I get it?" Quirrell asked.

"Use the children!" They heard a raspy voice say.

'Come here, now!" Quirrell pulled the two Gryffindors in front of the mirror, "Tell me what do you see? What is it that you see?"

Both Harry and Harleigh saw the same thing, Harry reaching into his pants pocket to revel the stone.

"Well Professor two face I see myself squishing you faces in," Harleigh smirked.

"Shut it you stupid brat!" Quirrell yell pushing Harleigh over unconscious, "Now you Boy! What is it that you see?"

"I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. I've won the house cup," Harry grins.

"He lies," The raspy voice spoke once more.

"Tell the truth! What do you see?" Quirrell yelled. Harry stayed silent.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Harry saw Harleigh's open she smirked up at Harry.

"Let me speak to him," The raspy voice said.

"Master you're not strong enough," Quirrell plead.

"I have enough strength for this," It said.

Quirrell unwraps his turban to revel that Harleigh was right, Quirrell had two faces, his own and Voldemort's.

"Harry Potter, We meet again," Voldemort said.

"Voldemort?" Harry gasped

"Yes, you see what I have become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another. A mere parasite," Voldemort rambled. "Unicorn blood can sustain me but it cannot give me a body of my own. But there is something that can. Something that conveniently enough lies in your pocket. Stop him! Don't be a fool! Why suffer a horrific death when you can join with me and live?"

"Never!" Harry yelled

"Bravery, your parents had it too. Tell me Harry would you like to see your mother and father again?" Voldemort tried to tempt Harry, "Together we can bring them back. All I ask is for something in return. That's it Harry. There is no good and evil, there is only power and those too weak to seek it. Together we'll do extraordinary things. Just give me the Stone!"

"You liar," Harry yelled.

"Kill him!" Voldemort ordered as Quirrell gained on Harry right before Harleigh jumped on his back.

"Get off you devilish girl," Quirrell yelled knocking Harleigh off his back making her hit her head on the ground. Quirrell went to chock Harry only to find his hand burning, "What is this magic?"

Harry, not knowing what to do placed his hands on Quirrell's face as he watched it turn to ashes. A ghost-like thing, that Harry guessed was Voldemort, came out of Quirrell as the Professor turned completely in to ash, dropping Harry in the process.

Harleigh crawled her way over to Harry, grabbing his hand with hers, before they both blacked out.

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Harry awoke sometime later in the Hospital wing, with Harleigh asleep in the bed beside his. Both of the tables beside the young Gryffindor's bed were scattered with card and chocolate among other gifts.

"Good afternoon Harry. Tokens from your admirers," Dumbledore said walking over to Harry.

"Admirers?" Harry asked confused.

"What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret. So naturally the whole school knows. Ah, I see that your friend Ronald has saved you the trouble of opening your Chocolate Frogs," Dumbledore said

"Ron as in Ronald Weasley was here?" Harry asked and Dumbledore nodded, "What was he doing here, and he isn't my friend."

"Oh, I see," Dumbledore said.

"If Harleigh's there, then where's Hermione, and Draco?" Harry asked

"Fine. They're both just fine," Dumbledore sighed.

'But that doesn't answer my question,' Harry thought.

1"But, what happened to the Stone?" Harry asked.

"Relax dear boy. The Stone has been destroyed. My friend Nicholas and I have had a little chat and agreed it was best all around," Dumbledore explained.

"But then Flamel, he'll die won't he?" Harry asked.

"He has enough Elixir of Life to set his affairs in order. But yes, he will die," Dumbledore frowned thinking about his old co-worker.

"How is it I got the Stone sir? One minute I was there staring in the mirror and then the next—" Harry was cut off.

"Ah, you see only a person who wanted to find the Stone, find it, but not use it would be able to get it. That is one of my more brilliant ideas. And between you and me that is saying something," Dumbledore explained.

"Does that mean with the Stone gone that is, that Voldemort can never come back?" Harry asked hoping that Voldemort won't come back.

"Ah, I'm afraid there are ways in which he can return," Dumbledore said and Harry frowned. "Harry do you know why Professor Quirrell couldn't bear to have you touch him? It was because of your mother. She sacrificed herself for you. And that kind of act leaves a mark. No, no this kind of mark cannot be seen. It lives in your very skin."

"What is it?" Harry asked letting curiosity get the best of him.

"Love Harry. Love,"Dumbledore said in his Grandfather tone, as he grabbed a box of Harry's candy, "Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. I was most unfortunate in my youth to come across a vomit flavor one. Since then I'm afraid I've lost my liking for them. But I think I could be safe with a nice toffee," He popped one in his mouth, "Alas! Earwax! Well I better get going."

Harleigh awoke as Dumbledore left, giving the old man a glare as the door closed.

"Good to see you both awake," Madam Pomfrey, she waved her wand over the two and nodded to herself, "You are both free to go to dinner."

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Harry and Harleigh entered the Great hall to have everyone turned to look at them causing the duo to blush as they made their way to empty spots in the Gryffindor table, but that was before they were ambushed by their bushy haired friend.

"I'm so glad you're okay," Hermione said giving a group bear hug to Harleigh and Harry.

"We won't be for much longer if we can't breathe," Harleigh said and Hermione let go.

Dumbledore entered the Great Hall and took a seat at his throne-like chair.

"Come on let's sit," Hermione said pulling them to an empty group of three seats

"Another year gone," Dumbledore started his speech and Harleigh rolled her eyes, "And now as I understand it, the House Cup needs awarding. And the points stand as thus: In fourth place, Gryffindor with 312 points. Third place, Hufflepuff with 352 points. In second place Ravenclaw with 426 points. And in first place, with 472 points, Slytherin House."

"Nice one mate," Draco said to another Slytherin.

"Yes, yes. Well-done Slytherin. Well-done Slytherin. However recent events must be taken into account. And I have a few last-minute points to award," Dumbledore said causing confusion throughout the great hall, "To Miss. Hermione Granger, for the cool use of intellect when others were in grave peril. 50 points," Dumbledore smiled as everyone other than Slytherin cheered, "Second, to Mr. Draco Malfoy, for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen these many years. 50 points. To Miss Harleigh LeStrange for Bravery and the willingness to put others before one self, I award you 50 points. And lastly, to Mr. Harry Potter, for pure nerve and outstanding courage. I award Gryffindor House 60 points."

"We're tied with Slytherin!" Harleigh and Hermione yelled over the cheers of the non-Slytherin students.

"And finally," Dumbledore said and everyone went silent, "It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies. But a great deal more to stand up to your friends. I award 10 points to Neville Longbottom

Gryffindor erupts in cheers.

'Yay, Neville!" Harleigh said hugging the nervous Gryffindor making him blush.

"Assuming my calculations are correct," Dumbledore continued, "I believe that a change of decoration is in order. Gryffindor wins the House Cup!"

The banners that hung above the tables turned from Slytherin to Gryffindor with a snap of Dumbledore's fingers.

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The students were loading onto the Hogwarts Express as it was the last day of the school year.

"Come on now. Hurry up, yer be a late! Train's a leaving. Go on. Come on, hurry up," Hagrid coxed the students onto the train.

"Come on Harry," Hermione yelled as Harry went to walk away from the group.

"One minute," Harry said as he walked over to Hagrid.

"Thought you were leaving without saying good-bye did you? This is for you," Hagrid said handing Harry a red leather-bound photo album.

Harry opened the album to see a picture of his parents and two young children waving at him, one looked one year old and the other new born,

"Thanks Hagrid," Harry said wondering about the second child in the picture.

"Oh. Go on. On with you. On with you now. On with you. Oh, listen, Harry. If that dolt of a cousin of yours Dudley gives you any grief you can always um… threaten him, with a nice pair of ears to go with that tail of his," Hagrid said.

"But Hagrid, we're not allowed to do magic away from Hogwarts. You know that," Harry said confused.

"I know that. But your cousin don't, do he?" Hagrid laughed.

Harry hugged the giant before getting on the train to find his friends. Once he found them he sat staring out the window as the train left Hogsmade Station.

"Feels strange to be going home doesn't it?" Hermione asked.

"I'm not going home. Not really," Harry sighed as Hogwarts left his view.

AN: Here is the last chapter of Part One… I repeat the story is not over folks, stay tuned to: Harry Potter and Taking Control of Your Own Destiny: Part 2… it will be found on my profile. I know most of this was either from the book or movie… and I mean like word for word but whatever. I don't own HP… Thanks for reading and all you support, I wish you all a good day and/or night. Gracie James is out.