Here is the climax of Year 1. I hope it is satisfactory, but I'm pretty happy with the way it turned out.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does. Also, if you see something that you did in one of your stories, it was not intentionally copied.

Thank you to my Beta, HP Slash Luv.

Twin Trios

Chapter 6

Harry jumped out of bed, thoughts racing a million miles per hour. The wizard that he had seen in his dream was obviously the dark lord Voldemort. How did he get in Hogwarts without Dumbledore knowing? Despite Harry's mistrust of the ancient wizard, he still had to acknowledge that the man had power.

Harry considered waking Ron and Hermione, but then realized that he couldn't afford to waste time. Voldemort was already at the stone's final protection. When Harry actually started to think of it, he started to wonder something. If it was possible for Percy to get through the protections unscathed, then how effortless would it be for Lord Voldemort, a wizard whose name puts fear in the hearts of witches and wizards everywhere?

He then thought of his head of house. After the incident when Professor Snape tricked Harry into fighting him, Harry had taken to trying not to be alone with the teacher. He wasn't sure how much he could trust him now. Besides, there was no guarantee that his head of house would believe Harry and his claims. It would take too much time to present his arguments. No, he would be better off to just go and try to save the stone himself.

Harry decided to stay in his Pajamas, but grabbed his wand. He was about to go and confront the most feared wizard of all time in his nightwear. The thought made him snort. Across the room Goyle turned in his sleep. Harry froze, hoping he wouldn't be forced to use that sleeping charm he had just learned. Actually, Goyle probably wouldn't be able to do anything other than stare at him while he left, but he still didn't want to risk it.

Harry cast a silencing charm on his shoes, like Hermione had suggested they do when they go out. He then made sure that everybody was in their beds. Ron, Crabbe, Goyle, Zabini and then Malfoy. He eyes flitted from bed to bed, until he got to Malfoy. There he found that Malfoy was missing? He rubbed his eyes then looked again to make sure he didn't have sleep in his eyes, even though he felt wide awake. He was correct.

The pureblood prince was not sleeping. Harry briefly wondered what he was doing, but quickly dismissed it. He doubted that Malfoy was doing anything wrong. Without anymore thoughts about Malfoy and his nighttime wanderings, Harry headed downstairs.

'It's unfortunate that this just so happens to be the one night that Callidus decides he wants to go and try to hunt in the forest. At least I know he'll be safe, he's basically ten feet now!'

Harry entered the common room and was halfway across when he heard something move behind him. He stiffened up.

"Stupefy!" a voice called out from the corner. Harry's instincts kicked in and he dropped to the ground, ready to return fire.

" Expelliarmus," he whispered softly in return, aiming in the general direction of where the voice had come from. The spell missed and hit the wall, but was able to briefly illuminate the area so Harry could see who his target was. It was Malfoy.

"Stupefy," Harry tried again, this time going to a slightly more powerful spell. This time he got lucky and the spell managed to hit Malfoy on the arm, causing him to cry out and fall over, giving away his exact position. Another spell later and Malfoy was at Harry's mercy.

"Good evening Malfoy," Harry said pleasantly. "How are you today?"

No answer.

"Draco Malfoy, did your mummy never teach you how to be polite to people. Especially the ones that you would like to impress?"

The Malfoy heir still wouldn't answer his question. Harry stunned him.

What to do with him? He had just attacked Harry from behind with no provocation. Harry couldn't think of anything he did recently that would make Malfoy want to have revenge. Well, except when he changed Malfoy's and Crabbe's pillowcases when Crabbe drools, but Harry didn't think Malfoy know is was Harry who did that.

Harry then remembered the reason he had gotten out of bed in the first place. He would have to decide quickly, as the time was ticking. Harry wished, not for the first time, that he was able to do human Transfiguration. However, that was way above him. He was still working with the four year material, as it was giving him some trouble. Harry made his decision.

"Wingardium Leviosa," he stated calmly. Malfoy unconscious body lifted off the floor and floated over to Harry. Turning around, Harry left the common room at a fast walk. He went up to the second floor girl's bathroom.

$ Open $ He hissed to the sinks. They respond as normal, changing into the entrance for the Chamber of Secrets. $ Stairs $

The stairs quietly slide into place as usual, taking an all of three seconds. Harry dumped Malfoy's unconscious body into the chamber on the stairs, than closed the chamber.

Turning away from the entrance, Harry realized he had taken too much time dealing with Malfoy. It had probably taken fifteen minutes. He broke into a full sprint.

By the time he reached the third floor corridor, he was panting heavily. Noting to himself that he should do some physical training, he continued on. The three headed dog should be the first obstacle that protects the stone, but after that it would be a walk in the dark.

After pausing for another moment to catch his breath, Harry tried to open the door. It was already unlocked. He opened it then braced himself.

However, it was soon apparent that it was for nothing. Harry noticed that while the dog did indeed have three heads, all three of them had thought it was a good time to have a nap. Not really wanting to test his luck, Harry scanned the room as quickly as he good for the signs of something that would allow him to move on towards the stone.

He got his wish sooner then he thought. He was halfway through scanning the room when he spotted a trapdoor near the three headed dog's feet. Walking carefully, he went closer to the trapdoor and observed it.

It was made of wood and had a handle that looked heavy, but knowing magic Harry could guess that it was light. He went and picked it up, confirming his guess. He pulled it and it came open.

Down below was darkness. That's all Harry could see.

"Lumos," he whispered. The tip of his wand lit up, showering below with light. Harry could make out some sort of plant it was. Whatever it was, Harry knew that it wouldn't be pleasant. Judging by the way the plant had reacted when Harry's light shined on it, it made him guess that it was Devil's Snare, but he wasn't sure.

'Too bad the time for thinking and planning ahead is over,' thought Harry. 'It's time to improvise.' With that, he jumped down.

After a short fall, Harry felt himself land on something soft. I immediately felt something trying to wrap itself around his leg. The few doubts he had about it being Devil's Snare were erased.

"Incendio," Harry casted calmly, not struggling or panicking at all. Fire came out of the tip, landing onto of the sensitive plant. The plant instantly started to panic. It started to go all wild, until finally it seemed to shudder one last time, than was still.

Harry walked over to the door on the left. Harry wasn't impressed when he opened it too. The doors from challenge to challenge, as Harry now thought of them, should've at least been locked and immune to a basic first year opening charm as a basic security measure. It was almost like someone wanted to make the challenges easier.

Harry walked into the second room and heard something before he saw it. He heard the sound of fluttering wings, sort of like what the golden snitch sounds like when it is released. Perhaps this challenge involved some sort of high speed pursuit? That might cause a problem to Harry, as he wasn't really dressed to ride a broom or something similar.

Harry walked quickly across the room. It was taller than the other rooms he had been in. However, Harry spotted the reason quickly. Making the noise he could hear was hundreds of keys. Harry went over to the door and tried to open it. It wouldn't comply. Not surprised, Harry turned back towards the keys.

"Accio key," he called out. Nothing happened. Harry wasn't sure if that was because of an anti-summoning charm or because of how inconsistently he was able to properly cast that spell.

'Well, there aren't any brooms left for me to try and catch the correct key with, so what can I do?' Harry thought.

Just then he heard a noise coming from the other side of the door. Harry turned around quickly. He then listened carefully. It seemed like there were around two people on the other side, one helping the other. Then he heard their voices.

"Just let me go Gabriel! I can walk by myself you know." came a voice that Harry could recognize as Ray Weasley. He should've known that Percy wouldn't have been able to get through everything without help, but he hadn't thought that Ray and Gabriel would come to help him with the crazy plan.

"Do not lie to me. Whenever I start to let go you always start to fall. Now, shut up and stop complaining,"

Harry ran to the side of the door, hoping that he could time what he was about to do right. He could hear the two Gryffindors getting closer and closer to the door. Just before they opened the door, Harry casted a Disillusion charm one himself. He felt the uncomfortable feeling of some liquid running down his back, but it was over in a second. Less than five seconds later, the door opened. Apparently it was only locked from the outside. Another really stupid safety measure, in Harry's opinion.

Gabriel came through first, dragging Ron's twin. Ray didn't look very good to Harry, and Harry actually felt sort of bad for him. He had a black bruise that covered half his face and was walking funny. And that was with Gabriel's support.

Gabriel was also carrying two broomsticks. Harry would bet almost anything that they were the brooms that were supposed to be in the current room.

However, Harry didn't have the time to see what the two Gryffindors were going to do with the broomsticks. Gabriel had let go of the door that led into the next room, and Harry had to run to make sure he got there in time. The door slammed shut behind him.

Harry saw that the next task had already been destroyed for him. A chess board with giant pieces, some still intact, so not. It must've been what injured Ray, Harry realized. Never less, he ran across the board, hoping that the pieces had already conceded defeat and wouldn't attack him. They didn't.

As soon as Harry walked into the room with the next challenge, he hunched over because of the utterly revolting smell that attacked his nostrils. He looked for the source of the smell and saw a troll lying on the ground, dead. Hoping there weren't going to be a lot more challenges, Harry went through the open arch on the other side of the room.

He entered the room and saw that this was the last challenge. On the other side of the room was a second open archway, and beyond that Harry could make out the mirror. He broke into a sprint.

Unfortunately for Harry though, he got only halfway through the room when it happened. Two fires broke out in the middle of the archways. The one from the way he came was purple, where the one that he needed to get through was pure black.

A table with different potions appeared in front of Harry. There were seven potions on the table, along with a piece of parchment According to the parchment, three were poisons, two were nettle wine, one would take Harry back through the fire and the last one would take him forward through the fire, towards the stone. After reading the parchment a few times, he took the smallest bottle and open the cap. He then sniffed it.

It wasn't any poisons that he knew of, and the clues on the parchment said that the smallest one would take him forward. He drank it, and then felt a sort of icy feeling spread through his body. Taking a deep breath, he held his wand out in front of him and walked forward through the flames.

The first thing he noticed about the room that he had dreamed about was that it was basically empty. The sole thing was Percy's unconscious body lying in an awkward position on the stairs that led down to the mirror. A cold feeling developed in the pit of Harry's stomach. What if Voldemort had already gotten the stone and was gone? Was he too late?

He walked forward to the mirror. It was extremely clean, like no one had ever touched it. It showed him his reflection, except the mirror showed him smiling, where in real life Harry was trying to keep his straight face on. In the mirror, Harry saw that he took this blood red stone out of his pocket, than put it back in. In real life, Harry felt his pocket all of a sudden get heavier. He had the stone!

"Very good, Mr. Potter," came a voice from the right. It was accompanied by clapping. Harry whirled around, trying to locate the voice that he knew belonged to his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. "Now, why don't you be a good little boy and give the stone to me."

Professor Quirrell stepped out of the shadows. He had put his turban back on. Perhaps he wanted to be able to give Harry a surprise and possible even make him faint when he revealed who he had living in the back of his head. Or maybe it's just that Voldemort was one for dramatics.

"Evening Professor," Harry greeted. "What brings you here this fine evening?"

Quirrell narrowed his eyes. "You know very well what brought me here you little brat! Otherwise you would not be here, trying to accomplish the hopeless task of preventing me from my goal."

"Okay fine," Harry admitted. "I know that you want the stone. The funny thing is, you don't even want it for yourself, but for your master, Lord Voldemort." Quirrell paled at that claim, knowing how true it was.

"How did you find out that information?" he asked angrily. "Even Dumbledore doesn't know that." He spat out the Dumbledore like there was nothing worse in the world.

"That's for me to know, and you not to find out," Harry said with a sweet, innocent smile. At least, he hoped that's what it looked like. He didn't know how much success he had.

"Let me speak to him, Quirrell," came a voice from the back of Quirrell's head. If he didn't know better, Harry would've had no clue of where the voice had come from.

"Master, do you have the strength?" Quirrell asked uncertainly.

"You insolent fool! How dare you question the strength of the great Lord Voldemort!" Quirrell, still looking unsure, slowly started to unwrap his turban for the second time that night.

He finished then turned around.

Harry could understand why his twin fainted at the mere sight of the current state of the Dark Lord. He had no nose, instead they were just too slits in his face. He also had red eyes. Just looking at a face coming out of the back of someone else's head made Harry want to throw up, but he managed to resist the temptation.

"Harry Potter, we meet again." Voldemort told Harry.

"That was a meeting that I'm sure both of us would like to erase, isn't it?" Harry asked. "I didn't really do you any good."

Voldemort's eyes flashed. "No, I suppose I must agree with you on that comment. However, that said, you are a smart boy. I've noticed in Defense class that you've been holding back. I know that you know a lot. I could teach you much, Harry Potter. I could give you power beyond your imagination, if only you would give me that blood red stone in your pocket."

Harry stopped and thought of it. It was tempting. He was being offered power and training by one of the most powerful wizards alive. That said, he was also the darkest wizard and Harry doubted that he would honor his word. In fact, it wouldn't surprise him that as soon as he got his hands on the stone, he would probably try to kill Harry, and then as soon as he regained his body he would kill Quirrell.

"Why would you offer me this chance, and not the Boy-Who-Lived?" Harry asked, somewhat sarcastically, pointing to the unconscious Gryffindor behind him. "Wouldn't that be much better, I mean, he was the one that defeated you when we were young."

There were many things that Harry expected Voldemort to do, but laugh was not one of them.

"Why would I offer power to that fool?" Voldemort asked. "No, I wouldn't even offer training to anyone but you. You see, Harry Potter, when I attack Godric's Hollow on Halloween, it wasn't your brother that I tried to kill. It was you."

Harry's stomach dropped. It wasn't possible. Albus Dumbledore had declared Percy the Boy-Who-Lived, and he wouldn't make such a mistake. It just wasn't possible. Voldemort was trying to trick him!

"YOU'RE LYING!" shouted Harry, finally losing his composure. Voldemort just smiled calmly, which just made Harry even angrier.

"I am terribly sorry, Harry, but I am not. Your annoying bratty brother is just a wizard who thinks he's better than everyone else for beating me, despite the fact that he wasn't the one that did it!"

Harry was breathing heavily.

"Now," continued Voldemort. "Give me the stone!"

"NO!" was the reply that he received.

"Kill him," ordered Voldemort. "I grow tired of this game." Quirrell followed his orders; he reached for his wand but Harry used his slowness to his advantage by disarming him before Quirrell even had the wand out.

Quirrell then resorted to muggle methods. He ran at Harry with his arms outstretch, intending to strangle him to death. Harry tried to dodge, but was not successful. Quirrell's hand grabbed him at the throat. Harry dropped his wand, trying to use both hands to force Quirrell off of him, but the old man was just too strong. His vision was started to go black.

"Ow!" Quirrell screeched in pain. He let go of Harry and looked down. Harry dropped to his knees and tried to get his breath back, while searching for his wand. None other than Callidus was biting Quirrell's ankle. Apparently he had snuck in, evading all of their notice. Then, having seen that his master and friend was in danger, bit the man responsible.

Quirrell's face crumpled in pain. The basilisk venom was clearly penetrating his body. He stumbled and fell to his knees. Harry found his wand and scrambled to his feet.

"You fool!" cried out Voldemort. Then, instead of attempting to save his servant, Voldemort tore out of his body and fled up the hall toward the potions room. Meanwhile, Quirrell took his last breath then laid still.

Harry lay still for a moment, then heard someone coming down the stairs. He quickly turned and ran behind one of the pillars that went around the circular room, hoping that Callidus would have the sense to do the same. The philosopher's stone was firmly in his pocket. There was no way he was giving it up now.

He peeked out from behind the pillar. He was not really that surprised to see that the Headmaster had come down and looked at Percy's unconscious body. He probably believed that Percy was knocked out in some heroic fight against the dark lord. At least, that's what Harry thought the victorious smile on Dumbledore's face was.

Dumbledore looked down at Percy and seemed to be searching for something. Harry realized that he was most likely looking for the very stone that was in his pocket. With a frown, Dumbledore went over to the mirror and made several complex wand movements, muttering under his breath. When he finished, he waited for five seconds, then paled completely white.

"What am I going to tell Nicolas?" He asked to no one, not realizing that there was a first year student hiding not even twelve feet away. Turning away from the mirror, he realized that there was nothing he could do.

Dumbledore took out his wand and levitated Percy. He then went over to a spot on the wall and waved his wand over it. A secret passage opened up and Dumbledore entered it, Percy's body following closely behind. It then closed behind him. Harry came out of his hiding spot, as did Callidus.

$ How did you know I was down here? $ Harry asked his snake. $ And how did you get through all the protections around this place. $

$ Harry, those protections were made for humans, not snakes. Especially basilisks. We can go through nearly every fire save Fiendfyre, and those other ones were easier on my skin. The only one I had a bit of trouble of was with the locked door, but I managed to use my tail to unlock it. It was painful though. $ Callidus explained.

$ You didn't answer my first question, Callidus. How did you know if was in danger. $ Harry asked again, this time a little more forcefully.

$ I don't really know how I knew you were in danger Harry. I just felt like I need to go to the third floor corridor. However, by the time I got there, those people who I think are related to Ron and Hermione were just coming out of the door. I hurried down here as fast as I could, and found that mean man trying to strangle you to death. So I did what my instincts insisted and bit him. $The more Callidus explained his reasoning, the less angry Harry could stay. How could he when the snake had just saved his life.

Nodding at Callidus to show him he wasn't angry or upset, Harry went over to the wall that Dumbledore had left through and waved his wand over the seemingly pointless brick. However, much to his delight the passage opened up just as easily for him as it did for the Headmaster. He walked into the secret passage, wondering where it came out.

It came out just in front of a statue on the second floor. In fact, it was right beside Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Internally laughing at the unintentional placing, Harry decided that, since he was so close to the chamber, he would just interrogate Malfoy now.

He entered the girl's bathroom and hissed $ Open $. The chamber opened up, but instead of seeing a Draco Malfoy, unconscious and at Harry's mercy, he instead saw a pipe that led down into the chamber.

$ Stairs $ Harry commanded. The stairs appeared, with still no Malfoy. Getting a bit worried, Harry closed then opened the chamber again. That's how he learned that when the entrance closes from the outside, the stairs automatically go back into their storage area.

Oops.

That must've meant that the Malfoy heir was currently lying at the bottom of the chamber. Well, as far as he could go without being keyed into the blood protection. Feeling a bit adventurous, Harry decided that he would slide down the pipe for fun.

When he got to the bottom, he made the mental note that if he was in a hurry, just slide down. It was probably less safe, but it was so much quicker that if the need was good enough then it would totally be worth it.

When he got the bottom he found his dorm mate at the very entrance, this time, though, he appeared to be sleeping rather than being stunned. How he got to sleep in that position, Harry didn't know. But never less, it was time to wake Malfoy up. Since he was in such a good mood, Harry even would be nice about it.

Harry conjured a bucket then filled it with water. He then proceeded to dump it on the head of the pureblood heir.

"Hey!" Malfoy sat up indignantly. "Who's there? Where am I?"

Then he caught sight of Harry.

"You! I bet you stunned me while my back was turned, then dragged me down here to be your hostage. You just wait until my father hears about this!"

Harry laughed outright, not even trying to hold it in. "Malfoy, if I wanted something from your family, I would figure out another way to get it. I don't just go around kidnapping people for fun like some other people I know do. And for your information, I did not stun you while your back was turned, as you've claimed. You attacked me, and I want to know why."

"I didn't attack you." Malfoy claimed. "The last thing that I remember was being called to Professor Quirrell's office after dinner. He said he wanted to discuss my ambitions for the future."

It was that moment that it made sense to Harry. The late professor had probably cast some sort of curse on Malfoy that caused him to stay up and attack Harry, just in case he figured it out like he did. But when he overpowered Malfoy, which Quirrell probably expected him too, Quirrell knew that Harry was coming and that was how he had been able to hide before Harry got there.

Now Harry had two options. He could either let Malfoy walk out of the chamber himself, or he could stun him and dump him some random place that he would think Harry had taken him. After all, Harry just remembered that he still had the blonde's wand.

"Stupefy," Harry whispered. Malfoy's head shot up again, and Harry was mildly surprised and impressed when the aristocrat had the sense to attempt to dodge the incoming spell. However, he was too slow and the spell still hit him, knocking him unconscious once again.

'Hmmmm,' Harry thought. 'A lot of people seem to be getting knocked unconscious tonight.' He then levitated his housemate's body up the stairs that he summoned, than left with him.

As Harry was on his way back to the Slytherin common room, he dumped Malfoy close to Professor McGonagall's office. Hopefully the head of Gryffindor house won't believe Malfoy's claim that Harry attacked him and he'll get in trouble. But even if that doesn't happen, the important thing is that it's nowhere near the Chamber of Secrets, so Malfoy doesn't know where Harry had taken him.

Harry got back to the common room and snuck upstairs. He then fell in bed, realizing that he would only be able to get three hours of sleep in before he would have to get up in the morning. Harry's last thoughts before the sleep came were 'I just took on Lord Voldemort in my pajamas.'

!#$%^&*

Harry was extremely tired in the morning, but abnormally cheerful. Ron and Hermione asked him about it multiple times, but he wouldn't answer them. He would tell them about it later tonight, when they were alone with the Muffliato spell protecting his news from nosy ears.

Another thing that Harry had on his mind was a certain blood red stone that currently lied in his trunk. He had made sure that the stone was under a lot of his clothes. It would be impossible to find unless you either knew it was there or did a full search of Harry's trunk. He doubted either would happen.

Harry wasn't sure what he should do with it. He could keep it, but to him that would be wrong. He had no clue how he had gotten the stone out of the mirror, but since it was Dumbledore who had cast the spell, he probably could've only got it if the mirror thought he had a noble intent.

Harry decided that he would wait until the last day of school and then mail the stone back to the Flamels. By that time, hopefully Dumbledore had informed them that the thing that keeps them alive was stolen and they've had a falling out. This would lose Dumbledore plenty of information and skill that one must develop to survive six and a half centuries. If Harry was lucky, Flamel would be grateful for what he had done and perhaps they could have more contact.

He hoped that, anyways. He didn't just stroll in there and get this stone. His life had been threatened, and that scared him. Well, the fact that his life was in danger last night wasn't all that scared him. The other thing that freaked out Harry was the secret that Voldemort had told him during their discussion.

The dark lord had out right told Harry that Percy wasn't the boy that broke his power, but it was Harry. It would be just like a Slytherin to get inside Harry's head, and Voldemort succeeded. He wasn't sure what to expect. The first thing he had thought was that Voldemort was lying and just trying to stroke his ego so Harry would join him. But then the second thing that Harry thought was that Voldemort would probably know which baby he attacked. Harry just didn't know who to believe.

Another thing that bothered him was how easily Professor Quirrell had been able to beat Harry physically. He decided that he would take up running during the summer, just to see how that went. He might also talk to his mother about getting him something to improve his strength too.

!#$%^&*

"So Harry, tell us about why you were creepily cheerful today." Hermione ordered Harry. They were sitting in the Room of Requirements. Harry had decided that he didn't want just a Muffliato spell on this secret. The trio had just come from dinner in the Kitchens. The entire school was discussing the heroic deed of Percy Potter, and how he had saved the school from Professor Quirrell's evil clutches. Harry thought that Ron and Hermione figured that his story would have something to do with that, and they were right.

"Well," Harry began. "It began with a dream…"

He explained all that had happened last night, leaving out only one detail. The fact that Voldemort claimed that Harry is the true Boy-Who-Lived, not Percy. That detail shocked Harry, and he didn't want to share it with anyone until he was sure of it himself.

Both Ron and Hermione were upset with him for not taking them. Ron more so than Hermione, because she realized that he didn't really have a way to wake her up. However he had no such excuse with Ron.

"It wouldn't have taken more than two minutes for you to wake me up!" was Ron's reasoning. But then it only took one argument from Harry to convince him that even that would be too long.

"Ron, you know how bad at getting up you are. You would've complained and made a bunch of noise, and then it would've taken even more of my precious time to explain everything to you so you would even get up."

He then thought of something else that he wanted his friends help with.

"There is something that I really want help with though." he told them with a serious look on his face. "In the Chamber of Secrets, there's a room called the dueling room. It has a number of different switches that allow someone to control the environment of the duel. At least, that's what I believe they are. However, I haven't tested them yet. I wanted to have you two there with me, just in case something went wrong and I need help. Do you want to go now? It's only seven."

Judging by the looks on Ron and Hermione's face, they really wanted to go. It wasn't often that Harry invited them to the chamber, so they normally took any chance they got to go.

The trio exited the Room of Requirements and practically ran to the second floor bathroom. They slowed down only for the time were a prefect told them no running in the halls, but as soon as they were out of his sight, they broke out into a run again.

Soon enough, they were down the pipe. Harry wanted the two to experience the slide, so he refused to call out the stairs. Not to Harry's surprise, Ron enjoyed it while Hermione screamed the entire way down. Harry even thought she might've called him some names, but he wasn't positive.

The three Slytherin's walked the rest of the way, but at a certain pace. By now, Harry was starting to feel comfortable in the Chamber of Secrets. Especially since his mother said there wasn't anything in there that could hurt him.

He reached the dueling room. It wasn't the first time that Ron and Hermione were in the room, but in was the first time that they actually had the opportunity to study the room.

"I wonder what the spells that are enhancing the strength are," Hermione asked in wonder.

"I'm not sure, but they must be powerful to have lasted the last one thousand years and still be functional," was the answer that Harry gave.

Harry showed them the switches.

"This one says snow on it," he explained. "I'm going to put it on and see what happens. My theory is that somehow snow is going to start falling." Without talking anymore, Harry pulled the switch down for the first time.

Instantly, snow started to fall from the ceiling. All three of them looked up, but couldn't find the source of the white powder. Something that Harry noted was that the snow was only falling on the platform, not around the edges. He turned it off.

"The snow would only fall on the dueling platform," Ron commented. "I think you're right Harry, those switches must be for controlling the environment. Handy, because you never know what you are going to duel in."

"I agree Ron," said Harry. "The environment that you're fighting in could be the difference between life and death."

"Now," he said trying to continue on, pointing at the next colour of switches. "These purple switches all have a different level of something. The problem is I don't know what the levels are for. Since this is the dueling room, I would assume it's some sort of combat thing. I'm going to pull easy first." Once his two friends had given their consent, Harry grabbed the switch and pulled it down.

Out of the dueling platform came a dummy of some sort. It had a fake wand and was around the height of an average person. Instead of feet it had some sort of wheel that it moved on, increasing its agility.

The dummy leveled it's wand at the group and a jet of red light shot out its end. Maybe the wand wasn't so fake after. The Slytherin trio scattered. Harry, having the most training, was the first to get out his wand and aim a spell at the dummy.

"Stupefy," he called out. He relaxed, as the spell was true to its aim, heading right for the dummy's chest. Then, to Harry's shock, the dummy made a slashing gesture with his wand and brought up a shield that absorbed the spell. Not only that, but it also quickly brought down that shield just as quickly and retaliated, shooting another spell at Harry.

His friends finally got out their wands and started to shoot small spells like the disarming charm at the dummy. That was all Ron and Hermione seemed to want to use. While Harry agreed that it had its uses, he felt like it was going to take more than that to take this thing out.

"Use stupefy," he told them. Ron changed right away, while Hermione hesitated a bit. She paid the price. The next spell that the dummy casted was heading right for Hermione; she tried to dodge, but wasn't quick enough. Harry noted that the spell was just red, so he hoped that it was just a simple stunner as there would be no way to explain this to the school's healer.

Harry and Ron attacked the dummy with renewed force, but no matter what they did, it would always be able to dodge their attack or put up a shield. Finally, Harry realized how they had even started this battle. He ran over to where the switches are and turned the easy off.

Instantly, the dummy that really wasn't dumb shut off and was once again swallowed up by the floor. Harry and Ron were both breathing heavily.

It was now obvious to what the levels were for.

"Just think," Harry told Ron after he had caught his breath a little. "That was easy." Ron was too busy trying to catch his breath to answer, but he did give Harry a look that clearly said, If that was easy I dread to think of what the other levels are like.

Harry walked over the Hermione and tried to wake her up with a simple Enervate. He was relieved when it worked. The three gathered back at the switches and stood there for a few minutes. Finally Harry broke the silence.

"I think we know what the third switch does. I just noticed that the one is on spells, not sword. I'll bet if we switch it to swords then the dummy will have a sword instead. Let's not try that tonight, since we're so tired from that and we don't even have a sword."

His two companions agreed with him and they left the Chamber of Secrets, not returning until the next year.

!#$^%&*

The final day of school was an interesting one. The night before, Professor Dumbledore had awarded massive points to Gryffindor house, letting them pull out a victory breaking the six year winning streak for Slytherin. None of the Slytherins were too pleased when Dumbledore just so happened to give fifty points to Gabriel, fifty to Ray and sixty one to Percy. The sixty one just so happened to allow the Gryffindor house a one point victory of the cup.

The Slytherin trio had felt that that was extremely personal, especially since Dumbledore knew that Percy hadn't done anything. He just knew that his golden boy had somehow destroyed Quirrell, though what story Percy had cooked up Harry didn't know.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were up early to breakfast and got on the Hogwarts Express as soon the students were allowed to board. Harry had hoped that the Golden Trio would sleep in from celebrating, but he disappointed to see that they made it on time.

They discussed the year rankings for a bit. Harry had gotten first, followed by Hermione then Ron. When they got bored of that they had a mini wizard chess tournament. Harry got knocked out first, so he decided to have a nap. He hoped if he was well rested then it wouldn't be as hard to keep his temper when he got off the train and had to confront his family.

He had a dreamless sleep. He didn't wake up until they had arrived at King's Cross station. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and noticed that his friends were just waking up too.

"So who won the chess match?" Harry asked Ron and Hermione.

Hermione gave him a look that said, who do you think? So Ron must've won, which bothers Hermione. Since she doesn't play Quidditch or anything, you wouldn't guess it, but Hermione Granger is an extremely competitive person when she does compete. Not that she competes often. Harry and Ron are going to try and get her to join one of the Hogwarts clubs next year. She doesn't know that yet though.

Harry grabbed his trunk and followed Hermione out of the compartment, but first making sure he had Callidus on his arm. He really didn't want to go back to his family for the summer, but had no choice. He was going to be forced to hear the heroic tales of Percy over and over again, for the entire summer. He had grown used to the freedom that he was allowed at Hogwarts, but now he was going back home.

He was sure that his mother would try and include him in stuff when she could, but she still had to play the role of perfect Gryffindor wife, so she wouldn't be able to help him too much. He understood that it was going to be important when the war broke out, but that didn't mean he had to like it.

Hermione saw her family first. Gabriel hadn't found them. Hermione wished Harry and Ron goodbye, telling them to have a nice summer. She then hugged both of them, and then went and stood by her parents.

"Well," started Ron uncomfortably. "We should probably split here. Have a nice summer Harry."

"Yeah. You too Ron," Harry replied. The two friends split up, both not wanting to get in trouble if their parents found them together.

Harry finally found his parents. He ran as fast as he could with his trunk and gave his mother a big hug. At that moment, he didn't care about his public image as a Slytherin. He was just happy to see his mother.

"Hello Harry," his mother greeted after he let go. "How was your term?"

"It was okay," he told her with a wink. However, before he could say anything more, the glorious savior of the wizarding world decided to grace his family with his presence.

"Hello father, mother." he said, a hint of arrogance in his voice. The press finally noticed that he was there, so they all hurried over, taking pictures like crazy.

After a few minutes, Percy became bored of posing for pictures and announced that he wanted to leave. So the Potter family left the train station via the floo.

!#$%^&*

Harry felt comfy. Whatever chair he was in worked wonders and he loved it. It was a new one that his parents had bought him and his little brother.

He heard the door open and looked to see who it was. Maybe it was mummy or daddy, coming to play? His hopes were quickly dashed by a man in a black cloak entering the room. He didn't feel very nice. In fact, to Harry he felt dangerous.

His brother must've felt the same thing, because he tensed up and started to cry. That seemed to make the man angrier. He had one of those wooden things that his parents would always carry around.

The man pointed his wand at Percy, but paused as though thinking. He then rearranged where he was pointing it. The man scared Harry, but Harry couldn't give him the satisfaction of letting him know he was afraid.

The man said two words that Harry couldn't understand, than a pretty green light shot out of his wand, heading towards Harry. Harry didn't like it, and wanted it to stop. To his delight, it did. However, it seemed that the man in black wasn't as pleased as he tried to move out of the way, but wasn't successful.

When the green light hit the man, he disappeared. Harry cheered, clapping his fat baby hands. That man wasn't very nice. Mummy and daddy never tried to throw spells at him like that.

However, sadly for Harry, the ceiling started to cave in. Chunks were falling down. Harry hoped that none of them would hit him or his baby brother, but one of the chunks caught Percy on his right cheek. He started to cry even harder, as he had been crying non-stop every since the man in black walked in.

Harry Potter woke up in his bed at Potter mansion. He was back in the bed he had grown up in. The bed that he didn't need to have grown up in. For because of the claims that Lord Voldemort made and the dream that Harry just had, it was obvious. Percy Potter wasn't the Boy-Who-Lived.

Albus Dumbledore had chosen the wrong twin.

So that's chapter 6. I hope you enjoyed it. Merry Christmas to everybody and a Happy New Year. I doubt that I'll update this quickly again, but I felt bad for making everybody wait nearly six months for an update, so I tried to get this chapter up really quickly. I guess that's what happens when you're bored and having nothing to do other then sit around at home. I wrote this all in one day…

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