Recap: We both grab Quirrell's hands, trying to pry them off of us and suddenly, there is a sizzling noise. Quirrell starts screaming in pain and releases us, his hand burning to ash and blowing away. "What is this?" He yells and Voldemort scowls. "You fool! Get the stone!" He orders and Quirrell runs forward, only to be stopped by Harry and I pressing our hands to his face. He screams in pain as his face burns away and falls to the floor, a pile of clothes and ash all that's left of him. Harry grabs the stone and smiles, but that smile disappears as he turns around and sees A smokey figure. It screams and lunges forward, tearing through both of our bodies. We both scream as well, and then everything goes dark.
Maia's POV
I open my eyes, only to be blinded by a bright white light. Groaning, I turn my head away from it, only to see another person in the bed beside me.
"Harry?" I ask, my voice cracking from not being used in a while.
"Maia? Are you alright?" He asks and I nod.
"Yeah, you?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." I rub my eyes and sit up, looking around. I'm in the infirmary, tons of cards, flowers, and candy surrounding Harry and I. We both smile in surprise and the doors open, letting Dumbledore in.
"Good afternoon Harry, Maia," He greets and I smile politely at him.
"Good afternoon Professor," I reply and he smiles.
"Tokens from your admirers?" He gestures to our gifts and we frown.
"Admirers?" We ask and he nods.
"What happened in the dungeons between you two and Professor Quirrell is a secret, so naturally, the whole school knows about it." His eyes twinkle as he smiles and I giggle.
"Well, I see that your friend Ron has saved you the trouble of eating all of your chocolate frogs," He smiles and so do we.
"Are Ron and hermione alright?" We ask and Dumbledore nods.
"They are both fine."
"What happened to the stone?" We ask and he holds up his hand to silence us.
"Relax children. It has been destroyed," He explains and I frown.
"But won't Nicholas Flamel die now?" I ask and Harry nods, also wondering.
"He has enough elixir left to set everything straight, put his affairs all ion order, but then, yes he will die. We all do eventually," He explains and Harry frowns.
"How did I get the stone, Professor?" He asks and Dumbledore smiles.
"Well, only a person who wanted to have the stone, but not use it, could get it. That's one of my more brilliant ideas and that's saying something," He says and I giggle.
"That makes sense. That's why we could get it but Voldemort can't," I confirm and he nods.
"Precisely Miss Potter."
"So, since the stone is gone, Voldemort can never come back, right?" We ask and Dumbledore sighs.
"I'm afraid that there are ways that he can return. Do you two know why Professor Quirrell burned at your touches?" He asks and we shake our heads. "It was because of your mother. Her sacrificing herself for you all of those years ago, leaves a mark." Immediately, we both reach up to touch our scars. "No, this kind of mark cannot be seen," Dumbledore explains and we put our hands down. "It lives inside of you."
"Well, what is it?" We ask and he smiles.
"Love." Ok that was not the answer that I was expecting, but it did make me feel good, to know that someone loves me. That I did have parents once that loved me enough to give themselves up to save me.
"I see that you have received a lot of flowers Miss Potter. Most of them are from Mr. Fred Weasley. To what I know, he has been the most worried about you. Always visiting whenever he can," Dumbledore smiles at me and I feel my heart flutter and my cheeks heat up. Fred was worried? And he bought me flowers?
"Ah! Bertie Bots Every Flavor Beans!" He exclaims, shaking me from my thoughts as he picks up a box of jelly beans. "I was most unfortunate when I was a child to receive a barf flavored bean, but I think I will be alright with a toffee one." He picks up a jelly bean and plops it into his mouth, chewing. "Ah, earwax!" He exclaims, scrunching up his face and I giggle.
The next day, we're let out of the infirmary, and are walking to the Great Hall when I hear someone talking.
"Harry, look!" I say, pointing up at the top of the staircase where Ron and Hermione are standing. They notice us and smile at us, before running downstairs. Hermione launches herself into my arms and I laugh, hugging her back just as tightly.
"I missed you too Mione," I laugh and she grins, before hugging Harry as well. I hug Ron, much to his discomfort and laugh, pinching his cheek.
"What's the matter Ron? Afraid you'll get cooties?" I tease and he rolls his eyes, smiling at me.
"Come on, let's get to dinner," he says, and we all walk into the Great Hall.
"Maia!" I look up to see Fred and George charging at me.
"Fred! George!" George reaches me first and hugs me tightly, before letting me go and pushing me to Fred, who picks me up slightly, hugging my even tighter, and longer.
"Um, Fred, you can let me go now," I say and he blushes slightly, releasing me.
"Oh right, sorry."
"Thanks for the flowers by the way. I was informed that most of them were from you," I say as we sit down and he blushes a deeper shade of red.
"I think it was sweet," I say, quickly kissing him on the cheek, causing his whole face to flush an even deeper shade of red. Wow, that's accomplishing something! That should be in the Guinness Book Of World Records! Deepest shade of red in a blush!
Slytherin flags hang above us, almost mocking us and I joke about it with the Weasley twins. The whole hall falls silent as McGonagall taps on her glass with her spoon.
"As another year passes, we must award the House Cup again," Dumbledore says, standing up. "In fourth place, Gryffindor with 312 points. In third, Hufflepuff with 352 points. In second, Ravenclaw with 426 points. And finally in first place, Slytherin with 472 points." The Slytherin table starts screaming and cheering, while we clap bitterly. I scowl as Malfoy smirks at us.
"Yes bravo Slytherin, however, there are recent events that must be taken into consideration. So I have a few last minute points to be awarded to a certain few. To Miss Hermione Granger, to the use of intellect, when others are in grave danger, I award, 50 points." We all cheer and I nudge Hermione.
"Well done!"
"Next, to Mr. Ronald Weasley, for the best and most impressive game of Wizard's chess, 50 points." We all cheer again and I see the Slytherin table getting more and more worried. "To Mr. and Miss Potter, for nerve, and outstanding courage, 60 points to Gryffindor." Harry wraps his arms around me and I hug him back as everyone cheers.
"We're tied with Slytherin!" Hermione exclaims and I grin.
"And finally, to Mr. Neville Longbottom. It takes bravery and courage to stand up to your enemies, but even more so to stand up to your friends. I award, 10 points to you," Dumbledore grins cheekily, his eyes sparkling as we all scream in applause.
"Good job Neville! We've won!" I shout and he gapes ahead, completely shocked.
"If my calculations are correct, we need a change in decor!" With a wave of his hand, the green flags shift into red and gold ones.
"I award the house cup to Gryffindor!" We all stand up cheering, and I send a smirk to Malfoy, who glares daggers at me and let's just say if looks could kill, I'd be dead right now. We all throw our hats into the air to celebrate a great year. While it was a little bumpy, well, a lot bumpy, it was still better than any year I've ever spent with the Dursleys. I think it's safe to say that this was the best year of my life!
The train whistle blows and I sigh, looking down at myself.
"I'm going to miss this place," I say and Harry grins.
"We'll be back next year," He says and I nod.
"Come on guys," Hermione says and Harry grins.
"One moment." We rush over to Hagrid and hug him.
"Can't leave without saying goodbye can you?" He grins and we smile back.
"Here, this is for both of you." He hands us a photo album and Harry opens it, revealing a picture of our parents holding both of us as babies, and waving our little hands at the camera.
"Thank you," We say and I smile as our parents kiss us.
"Oh and if that idiot cousin of yours bothers you, you could always threaten him with a nice snout to go with that tail of his," He smiles and I furrow my eyebrows.
"But Hagrid, I thought we weren't allowed to do magic outside of school," I point out and his smile widens.
"I know that, but Dudley doesn't," He grins mischievously and I laugh, hugging him again.
"Take care Hagrid." We run off to the train where Hermione and Ron are waiting for us.
"It feels strange to be going home," Hermione says and Harry and I smile.
"No, because we're not going home," Harry says, grinning at me and I grin back.
"This is our home," I finish, grinning at the school as the whistle blows. And that's the truth. Hogwarts has become more of a home in a year, than the Dursleys has been in a decade. So no, I'm not going home. The only time I will be home is when I'm at Hogwarts.
END OF YEAR 1