So Chapter seven is here! Plus it was done in less than a month this time.

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.

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Twin Trios

Chapter 7

"Concentrate Harry," encouraged Lily Potter. "You can do it. Just remember that you have to really want the object. Will it to do your biding."

Harry and his mother were currently in the living room, practicing the fourth year spells that Harry was struggling with. The summoning charm was one that he was having the most trouble with. He could only do it successfully ten percent of the time, which wasn't good enough. You could never know when it could save your life.

While they were doing this, Percy had invited Ray over. They were out playing a two-on-two Quidditch match with his father and Sirius. Harry remembered what Ray had done as soon as he got here.

"What are you doing here?" he asked rudely, not caring that Harry was part of the hosting company and could make life difficult if he choose to.

"I live here," Harry responded in a tone of voice that clearly stated 'what kind of idiot are you.'

Ray still looked at him like he didn't belong. "I don't get why someone like you, a slimy snake, is still allowed to live with someone as great as Percy. Did you defeat You-Know-Who this school year like Percy? Slytherins like you should be licking Percy's boot."

Harry stared at him, trying not to show the shock. He was surprised that Ray had taken it to this new level and on Harry's home territory too. The guy had no tact, and what he had just said was uncalled for in Harry's opinion. Not thinking there could be any good outcome from a remark, Harry slowly backed away, making sure that Ray didn't leave his eye sight.

"That's right!" Ray taunted. "You should just runaway, you useless snake."

Harry finally got to the end of the hall. He grabbed his left arm with his right hand and squeezed it, trying really hard to keep his temper. As soon as he was out of Ray's sight he turned and ran upstairs.

"I'm trying mum," Harry whined. "I don't get it. This is the first charm that I had trouble with. What am I doing wrong?"

"The summoning charm is probably the most difficult fourth year spell Harry. It's harder to do it on demand then in pressured situations. In pressured situations, you can do things that you've never imagined."

Harry took a death breath to calm himself and tried again.

"Accio" he said as he pointed his wand at the dictionary that his mother was trying to have him summon. The book shuddered a bit then stayed where it was, unyielding in the war Harry had launched. He glared at the book again.

"Harry," his mother reminded him again, a bit of amusement creeping into her voice. "You won't get anywhere by glaring at the book. It's not going jump to you. Have a clear mental picture of the book obeying you command."

Harry did what she said, never really having thought of it like that before. He could see the dictionary flying off the ledge where it sat, pages fluttering while it glided to Harry's outstretch hand.

"Accio!" he said with extra passion. The dictionary slowly, but surely levitated and glided towards Harry's hand.

"Yes!" He cried out with joy. He did a little happy dance while his mother laughed. Just then Percy, Ray and James came in. The three looked a bit tired, but they still had enough energy to be laughing and joking around. Harry calmed down, trying to look more dignified then he did a few moments ago. When the three Gryffindors noticed them they calmed down as well.

After a few minutes of silence, Lily finally spoke to them.

"Would you boys like something to eat?" she said, trying to be polite to them.

"Yeah," James replied. "I'd like some peanut butter sandwiches for the man who defeated You-Know-Who during the school year. Only gifted people can do that, Perce." Harry stifled a laugh while his father gave Percy a huge slap on the back. Percy smiled and took it all in.

Lily got up and went to the kitchen. In less than a minute and a staring contest later she was back with the peanut butter sandwiches that his father had so politely asked for. The three boys dug in and started to eat like there was no tomorrow.

Harry and Lily stared with disgust. The three boys had finished ten sandwiches in less than three minutes. Then they resumed talking like it was nothing.

"So Ray," James said, looking straight at Harry. "Tell me again what Percy did to save the stone at school." Percy's chest puffed out. Harry had a theory that if Percy ever was able to turn into an animagus, it would be a Peacock since he spent so much time strutting about.

"Well," Ray started. "It all began when we heard a noise on the third floor corridor. We went to see what it was, and at the last second we saw someone disappear. A harp was already playing, so we just went down through the hole, knowing the person who was trying to sneak down there couldn't be doing anything good. So we ran into some devil's snare, and after a heroic fight, Gabriel got us out. Although we were about to get out too," he finished lamely, before going back to his heroic tale.

"After that, there were some keys that had wings. Percy, being the amazing seeker who should've won his Quiddtich matches if not for some cheater," (He threw Harry a dirty look) "went and caught the thing no problem. Next was the chess set."

"Okay okay," Lily said, stopping Ray from stroking Percy's ego even more then he already had. "We've all heard Percy's amazing story at least twenty times this summer. James tells it all the time, and how proud we are of our little hero."

His mother sure was right about that. Harry's father had taken every opportunity to remind his son about why Percy was an amazing Gryffindor while Harry was just a slimy little snake. At least once every day, Harry heard the story.

Harry turned and walked out of the room, though his head kept peaking over his shoulder to make sure that his father, his brother and Ray didn't try anything. They didn't, not with Lily there. Harry knew that his father did not like to sleep on the couch.

!#$%^&*

Harry woke up, hearing a noise. For the first time since the ending of the school year, he had had a dreamless sleep and was not pleased to have it disturbed. However, the owl more than made up for it.

It was a gorgeous owl, clearly over ten years old. He had a look of intelligence in his eyes. The bird didn't even set off Hedwig like the owl that Hermione had sent him had. His beloved owl (a birthday present from his mother) was very protective of her personal space bubble, which just so happened to be Harry's entire room.

Thinking it must be trustworthy, Harry reached out to take the letter from its leg that was being offered. The owl looked expectantly at him, its eyes telling him that it wanted a payment. When nothing came forth, the eyes started to narrow and the owl visibly tensed.

Stumbling, Harry quickly got up and reached for Hedwig's treats, hoping they would satisfy the angry owl. Hedwig hooted, obviously telling Harry that those were for her and her only, but he ignored her. Once the other owl had eaten the treats, it went back to observing quietly.

To keep peace with his companion, Harry took out two owl treats and gave them to her. After making sure he was forgiven, Harry turned the letter that was sitting on his bed.

Dear Mr. Potter

We are pleased to hear that our stone was not missing. Our old friend Albus Dumbledore contacted us with the request to borrow it for a 'test' as he put it. While we were extremely reluctant, he had done us a favour a few years ago, so we had no choice due to the magical contract that had been created.

We would like to meet the young man that made sure the drink of immortality didn't fall into the wrong hands. If you would be interested in meeting us, then spill a drop of blood onto this page. If it believes you are Harry Potter, then it will give you instructions of how to proceed. If not… the letter won't be as friendly.

Nicolas and Perenelle Flamel

Harry's eyes were as wide as saucers before he took control of himself. He could almost hear his mother chiding him for showing so much emotion. But he didn't care. Harry was alone and nobody could see him. He had just received a letter from two of the greatest magical people in history. And they wanted to meet him!

With a bit of hesitation, Harry reached under his pillow and picked up his wand. He then cast a minor cutting curse at his arm. His blood spilled onto the page, which started to glow a bright red colour. Then it stopped.

Harry looked again at the letter and was disappointed to see that there were only three sentences added.

This letter is a portkey. To activate it you must only say Stone. Beware, the letter will activate as soon as you say it so choose the time carefully.

Harry looked at the time. It was two in the morning. His mother would be the only one to notice if he was missing in the morning. Even if Percy and his father noticed, they wouldn't care. However, Harry thought it would be a good idea to leave a note for his mother.

$ Dear Mother,

Do not worry about me. I have gone to visit some people and am perfectly safe. Enjoy your day.

Harry $

Hoping that would be enough to satisfy his mother, he put it on his bed. All traces of tiredness were gone from his eyes. He was wide awake, looking forward to his adventure that was about to take place.

However, before he could leave Harry needed to do one more thing. It was too rash and Gryffindor-ish to just rush into this without a plan or back up.

$ Callidus, get your little butt down here. $

The basilisk, which had been sleeping behind Harry's bed, made a noise of annoyance. He was not pleased about having his beauty sleep interrupted.

$ What is it Harry! You know how much I love to sleep. $

$ You sleep like a human teenager Callidus. $ Harry told him with a smirk. Callidus just glared even harder at the insult. $ However, I thought you might like to go visit the Flamels. $

Without saying anything, Callidus slithered over to Harry and raised his head, waiting to get picked up. Harry leaned over, knowing that he had won this round of the daily debates of Harry and Callidus. He knew that Callidus secretly loved it… at least, that's what he thought.

With that, he took out his wand and put it on the parchment. Taking a deep breath, he said the code word.

With a flash, the tiny little bedroom in Potter Manor was vacant.

!#$%^&*

Harry regained his footing, almost tumbling to the ground because of the wild ride that was called a portkey. He had never taken one before, only the floo so he wasn't sure what to expect. He had braced himself for a wild ride, but even that wasn't enough to prepare him. He took the paper that had brought him here, folded it into quarters, and put it in his pocket.

He straightened up and observed his surroundings. He was in front of a green door. The house that it protected was moderate size, but was on top of the hill. There were trees all around the bottom of the hill. The hill had boulders that were the size of a grown man scattered around. Harry turned around and knocked on the door, his excitement not bearable anymore.

He heard someone walking to the door. At the last second he had a moment of comment sense and took out his wand just in case. The door opened.

A man that Harry thought to look like he was in his late thirty's was at the door. He had blue eyes, short brown hair and was around the height of Harry's father. He had a wand in his right hand, ready to be used at a moment's notice. He spotted Harry.

"Who are you?" he asked not too politely with his eyes narrowed.

"Hello sir. I'm Harry Potter."

The man looked at Harry like he was kidding. Then he started to shake his head in disbelief.

"You expect me to believe that a scrawny kid like you saved one of the most important and unique stones on earth?" he asked with a smirk. "Stupefy."

Harry tried to bring up his wand, but from a range of two feet he never really had a chance.

!#$%^&*

"Nicolas!" he heard as his vision was about to come into focus. "You can't stun every single person that comes knocking at our door for interrogation."

It sounds like a woman was scolding the legendary alchemist. She sounded patient, but hopeless, as though she knew that she wasn't going to make any progress on this topic.

"But Penny!" The man that had stunned Harry answered. "He claimed to be the person that saved the stone!"

Harry groaned. The back of his head hurt. The slight noise distracted the two people arguing and forced them to look at him. Harry raised his hand and waved it around, trying to search for his wand.

"It's on the bedside table," the kind woman told him. He looked up, grabbed his wand and got into a defense position. Well, as much as he could just being stunned from two feet away and just got out of bed.

"Whoa," said the woman in a gentle voice. She was around the same height as the guy who had stunned him and to Harry mildly attractive. "There's no need to be alarmed. We are not here to harm you, despite the introduction that Nicolas here gave you."

It was at that moment that Harry realized who they were. He had obviously been delivered at the Flamel's house as promised, but he had thought that the man had just been a butler of some sort. Not the real person that he had basically saved his life.

"You're the Flamels!" he told them. The woman smiled kindly. It was clear to Harry who was the more social of the married couple.

"Thank you for letting me know," was the answer that Nicolas gave him. "I'm pretty sure that I know who I am. However, you're off topic. Who are you and why are you here?"

"I told you already, you know, before you stunned me. I'm Harry Potter."

The woman, who Harry now knew to be Perenelle, looked a bit surprised but went along with it anyways.

"You two sent me a letter stating that you would like to meet me in person, to see the person who saved your stone." Harry stated. "How are you going to do this?"

Nicolas studied Harry. Perhaps he was reevaluating his opinion of Harry. But it was Perenelle that answered Harry's question.

"We're going to teach you how to deposit a memory into a pensieve, than watch it. Hopefully that will give us clearer idea of what happened."

They lead Harry into another room. It had black walls and desks everywhere. Harry was led to the one that had a silver bowl filled with a watery blue liquid. Carved into the bowl, Harry could see a very complex pattern of what he believed to be ancient runes. Beside the bowl were vials of a trap silver string. Harry assumed these to be the memories.

"Now," said Perenelle. "It's very simple to take a memory into a pensieve. You must put your wand to your head and think of the thing that you would like to show us. You mustn't think of all the details, just what happened."

Harry followed the instructions and was impressed to see a long silver thread on the tip of his wand. Following his instinct, he guided his wand to just above the pensieve and then stopped sharply. The thread kept going though, falling right into the bowl.

"Good job Harry," Perenelle said. Then she nudged Nicolas, who gave a grunt that could be taken well or badly. "Nicolas and I are going to go into the memory and see what happened at the end of your school year. We'll be back in a few minutes."

Perenelle had stretch 'a few minutes. The memory that Harry was around thirty minutes, and that's how long they were in the pensieve for. It was almost like one of those muggle movies that Harry's mother had made him watch, but real life instead.

Finally, the old married couple appeared back in the room with Harry, who was twiddling his thumbs to pass the time. Nicolas looked at Harry in an entirely different light, obviously having rethought his opinion of Harry. Perenelle, on the other hand, just looked pleased.

"Harry," began Nicolas. "I'm sorry that I stunned you. Being alive for over six hundred years can make someone a little paranoid. Remember, the elixir only gives us immortality from age, not attacks and such. You're small for your age, so I didn't believe that someone your size could beat the worst dark wizard in head to head combat, not matter how weak he was."

Harry thought for a moment and tried to imagine it from Nicolas's point of view. He had been alive for six centuries and counting. People probably would like to steal the stone and wouldn't be surprised if some of them actually have attempted it. And to top those two off, Nicolas just learned that someone he thought he could trust with his life had tampered with his stone just for an experiment of some sort.

"It's okay, I guess," Harry told him. "I think I can understand why you reacted like that. So what do you guys think about the memory?"

"Let's start with the stone first," Perenelle suggested. "We know that it is safe, but Albus thinks it is missing so we will probably have to go into hiding from him so he thinks we're dead. But the thing that really bothers me…"

"…is the fact that it seemed so artificial. Almost like Albus had set the whole thing up to see how his little golden boy who do," finished Nicolas for his wife. "I don't know what he would've done if Quirrell had actually managed to get the stone. Let me assure you Harry, the thing you sent us was the real stone, not some fake that Albus created to trick Quirrell just in case."

"But there's one thing that's more threatening," Perenelle continued, even though she was obviously worried about the behavior that Dumbledore had displayed. "Voldemort claimed that you were the real Boy-Who-Lived. You would think that he knows who defeated him, wouldn't you?"

Harry was quiet for a minute, and then answered. "Yes, he was telling the truth. His words somehow sparked one of my memories and I had a dream about that night. The scar that Percy has was from falling debris."

Nicolas looked thoughtful. "Do you have a scar anywhere?"

Harry was startled by the question, but never the less pulled aside his bangs aside to show them the lightning bolt scar that he had had as long as he could remember. Nicolas took out his wand, causing Harry to draw his as well. Nicolas smiled.

"I'm glad to see that you aren't a complete idiot." He put an emphasize on the 'complete.' "But in this case you don't have to worry. I'm just going to be casting some diagnostic charms to see if there's any dark magic in your scar." He flicked his wand, followed by a swish. Harry felt his scar do something funny, sort of puff out for five seconds.

Perenelle and Nicolas exchanged a look.

"This is really bad Harry," Perenelle explained. "A black glow means that your scar has a high amount of dark magic in it. Wait here." She commanded.

Nicolas and her went to the corner and looked at some papers. Then they had some sort of argument in hushed tones. Harry could tell it was a very controversial topic in between them. After five minutes of hushed debating, Perenelle came back to see him, Nicolas glaring daggers at his wife's back.

"I'm sorry about that, Harry," she said sweetly. "Nicolas and I have been arguing about a certain something for years now. You'll most likely learn about some day, okay? The evidence in your scar really helps my case."

"Umm… okay?" Harry said. He was starting to get really tired from the lack of sleep. His eye lids started to drop.

"Oh you poor dear," Perenelle said. "You must be so tired! I almost forgot that you can't get by on five hours of sleep like Nicolas and I can. You still have the portkey that brought you here?"

Harry reached in one of his pockets and pulled out the neatly folded paper. He showed it to Perenelle. She smiled and tapped it with her wand.

"There. Now it's a two way portkey. Every time you want to use it, you just need to add a drop of blood and you can come see us for whatever reason. Whether you want some help training for something or just want to talk about some problems in your life."

"Thank you," Harry said. He was actually a bit confused. Why were these two legends treating him so well? He had thought that they would think that they are above him like Percy did. "I think it's time for me to go to bed. I'm really tired."

He put his wand to the paper, and then remembered that he needed to add some blood before it would be usable to him. He gently cast a weak cutting curse like he had earlier that evening and allowed the blood to drop onto the page.

"Stone."

Harry disappeared from the house in a whirl like he had arrived. After what seemed like forever he landed on his floor. It was then he thought of something.

$ Callidus, $ he hissed. $ Why didn't you come out when I got stunned? They could've done anything to me if that hadn't been the Flamels. $ He then rolled up his sleeve to find his friend sleeping, still wrapped around his wrist. Harry thought it was a good idea, so he changed into his pajamas and went to bed.

!#$%^&*

"Expecto Patronum."

Harry was once again practicing charms with his mother. Also, once again he was stuck. No matter what he thought of while casting the charm that was the only defense to Dementors, he couldn't even produce a weak mist, let alone a full out patronus that save his soul.

"What am I doing wrong!" he asked his mother. "I'm thinking the happiest thought that I can!"

"What are you thinking of?"

"When Callidus and I first met." He answered, looking at her in the eye.

To his surprised, she looked slightly confused.

"Who's Callidus?" she asked.

Callidus, hearing his name, stuck his head out of Harry's sleeve, his permanent home. He made some weird waving gesture, catching Lily's eye.

"Oh," she said in understanding. "I didn't realize that Callidus was the name of your snake. Now, try again. Maybe that memory isn't powerful enough?"

"Well sorry!" Harry said, trying to not get any more frustrated then he already was. "I don't have a whole lot of happy memories, let alone powerful happy memories."

That caused his mother to have a slightly hurt look across her face, but it was gone so quickly Harry couldn't be sure if it happened or if it was his imagination.

"Just try for a different memory. What makes you happy?"

Harry thought for a moment before answering.

"Well, Callidus does as he's been my companion for a very long time. There's also Ron and Hermione, my two friends at school." At this, Harry's mother started to chuckle.

"Yes," she said. "Trust me, I've heard all terrible things that you and your two friends do. The 'terrible trio' as Percy and his two friends have nicknamed you. But anyways, why don't you try to think of a different happy memory. The one that you've chosen obviously isn't strong enough."

Harry pondered what else made him happy. Callidus, but he had already learned that he wasn't a strong enough memory. His mother did when they were alone, just because she didn't have to play Gryffindor then. Ron and Hermione… He hadn't tried a memory with them yet. Maybe he should try the one with the first train ride going to Hogwarts.

"Expecto Patronum!"

Harry felt something change. A warm glow sort of tingled as his magic tried to force his happy memory into a solid shield. A tiny bit of white mist came out of Harry's wand. He could only hold it for three seconds though. When he let go of it, he slumped in the chair, exhausted.

"Good job, Harry," his mother told him. "That spell is extremely difficult. I know you have the technique down now. However, Harry, I don't think your magic is strong enough yet to be able to fully cast that spell. You're probably going to have to wait until late in your third year."

Harry had fallen asleep on the couch.

!#$%^&*

"It's not fair!" screamed Harry in frustration. He had grabbed his pillow and threw it across the room. He saw Callidus climbing up to the highest point in his room, hoping to not be hit by either the flying projectiles or become one of them.

Harry had kept in the feelings all day. He put up with his fame obsessed brother in public. He didn't have the support of his mother like he would like, because she needed to display her public image and couldn't be seen being friendly with the Slytherin twin. Nobody had asked him who he was, or recognized him. Granted, that is the way he normally liked it, but it wasn't really that that he was angry at.

He had seen the Granger family. He vaguely remembered what Hermione's parents looked like from the meeting last year, but it was the fact that Gabriel was with them that confirmed it. But there was no Hermione.

It was similar to the Weasleys. He had tracked them down and even witnessed a fight between Lucius Malfoy and the Arthur Weasley. It had been obvious that Malfoy was goading the elder Weasley, but he still took the bait. Also, Ron wasn't even with them. The only good thing that happened today for Harry was when Ginny and he made eye contact; she gave him a huge smile and a wave, despite not hearing from him all summer.

He grabbed a book off one of his selves, and threw it across the room, aiming for the wall. However, his aim was off and he accidently hit his desk. It did nothing to improve his mood.

He walked the two steps that it took to go across his room and started to pick up the papers that had fallen onto the ground. As he picked them up, one of them caught his eye. It was a white envelope with his name on it. He threw the rest of the papers onto the desk and went to sit on his bed.

He ripped open the letter and pulled out the piece of parchment that was inside.

Dear Son,

I hope that it is your 11th birthday and you are reading this. I hope you don't before then because the knowledge that is in this letter will drive you crazy to have to wait.

You can speak parseltongue Harry. Our entire family knows that. But only I why that is. You see, everyone thinks I'm muggleborn. I guess they're right, but technically I'm from an extremely long line of squibs. All of which were from the Salazar Slytherin line. I am a descendant from the elder Slytherin line; therefore you are an heir to Salazar Slytherin.

How do I know this? There is a place called the Chamber of Secrets, located in the second floor bathroom, more commonly known as Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Say open in parseltongue and the entrance will open. Happy exploring!

Your Mother,

Lily Potter (Nee Evans)

Harry sat back and thought about the letter. The directions to the Chamber of Secrets were useless, since he had forgotten the letter and opened it a year late. However, it did confirm his suspicions. His mother knew of her Slytherin heritage.

!#$%^&*

'Five more to go,' thought Harry.

He had just crossed of the date on his calendar. Five more days of Percy and his father. He thought he could last that long. He hummed happily to himself and went to get something to eat. However, when he got to the kitchen he was greeted by a strange site.

There was a house elf in the kitchen. It had big round green eyes and seemed very tense. Sort of like someone who knew they were doing something that they would get into trouble for but were doing it anyways.

A couple of seconds before Harry entered the kitchen something caught the house elf's eye. He turned and threw himself at someone or something that had just entered.

"Percy Potter sir!" cried the house elf in a squeaky voice. "It is a great honour to meet you, a great honour indeed! To meet the wizard that defeated the Dark Lord was an honour that Dobby never thought he would have."

Percy replied through clenched teeth.

"Who are you? How did you get through our security? And yes, you are very honour to meet me, one of the most powerful wizards alive." Harry had actually been surprised at the good questions that Percy was trying to ask the house elf until he added that last sentence.

"I am Dobby the house elf." Was the enthusiastic answer that Percy received. "I am here to give you a warning... Bad things are about to be happening at Hogwarts! The great Percy must not go back! He must not go back to Hogwarts!"

The elf got more and more hysterical as his rant went on. He had an urgency in his voice that Harry knew couldn't be faked.

"You want me not to go back to Hogwarts?" asked Percy in disbelief. "You're nuts elf! Hogwarts is a great, safe place where I can pull pranks… I mean learn!"

Harry risked a peek around the corner. The elf had its hand raised, like he would need to attack or defend at a moment's notice. Percy, on the other hand, had his chin up and arms crossed.

Dobby looked saddened, but then had an angry look.

"Dobby does not want to do this to the great Percy Potter, but Percy Potter gives him no choice!"

With that, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The room became lighter, but it was so fast Harry almost thought it was imagination. The elf disappeared with a large crack.

!#$%^&*

Harry was just getting into bed when he heard a knock on his door, which was open ajar.

"May I come in?" his mother asked. The past summer had been good in that aspect for Harry. He had spent a lot of time with his mother, finally knowing his true heritage. He had learned from her that the library in the chamber was something that was worth exploring, and that while he hadn't shown it, Percy could probably speak parseltongue too, so watch out.

"Of course," He answered while he got under his sheets.

"Harry," she started. "I hope your summer was nicer than normal this year."

"It was fine mum." He said.

"I hope you do those things that we discussed during the school year, right?" she asked him with a wink, causing Harry to smile.

"Of course mum," was the answer that Lily Potter received. She could only hope that all the time she had spent with her son during the summer had made him a bit happier then she knew he had been during the previous years. She had suggested to James that he spent a little more time with Percy, and he had agreed without question.

"Now," Lily said, slightly more serious. "I must warn you. You are not the only person that can speak parseltongue at Hogwarts."

Harry sat up alarmed.

"What!"

"Think, Harry. Percy can speak it and understand it too since he's also a descendant. I can't choose who gets the gift you know."

Harry sat there and processed that his brother could also talk to snakes. The idea had never occurred to him, yet made perfect sense. He would have to be more aware of that now that he knew that his twin could understand and speak the snake language.

"And also, Harry, what really happened at the end of last year?"

He looked at his mother, surprised. She had taken in Percy's entire story like it was true and had not asked Harry about it all summer.

"You know what happened," he managed to stuttered out, though he knew that denial was pointless since his mother already seemed to know something else had happened.

"Harry," she said and looked at him. "You know I am not that stupid. Please tell me the truth? I didn't ask all summer because I was hoping that you would tell me on your own. But since that didn't happen, I'm asking you."

"I-I-I followed Percy on that night," he half lied. Technically he had followed his brother, though not like his mother would think. She bought it. "But when he got to face Voldemort, he fainted when he saw Voldemort." Harry wasn't sure if he had fainted or if Quirrell had stunned him, but this made him look worse.

"I just couldn't let Voldemort get the stone. So Callidus and I tricked him, allowing Callidus time to bite him. That's what really happened."

His mother bought all of it. Harry couldn't believe that he had just done that.

"Well," Lily said, standing up and walking to Harry's door. "Have a nice year Harry."

!#$5^&*

"Hurry up Percy!" cried his mother up the stairs. We have to floo over to the station soon!"

"Come on, Perce," Harry's father added. "We need to get there in time to have some time to pause for the press before you leave for Hogwarts."

"I'm coming, I'm coming," came an annoyed voice from the second floor. Finally, after another ten minutes of waiting, the human that Harry had to call his twin appeared in the doorway. He had clearly taken his time to make sure that he looked what he thought was good. Harry thought no matter what he did, he would always be ugly.

Percy strutted over to the floo, took some floo powder from the jar and called out King's Cross. His father quickly followed, not wanting to miss out on the press that came with being Percy's father. Lily Potter quickly followed, not wanting her husband or son to say anything stupid, though she did wink at Harry, causing him to smile.

Harry was the last one in the house. He wouldn't be back until the following summer. The thought made him smile and jump up and down. Harry also realized that if he wanted he could retreat to the Flamels and learn something new. He went into the floo and called out the proper destination.

!#$%^&*

Harry came out of the floo he normally did- stumbling and trying not to throw up. He quickly found his balance and looked up. His family was already surrounded by the reporters from various newspapers. Having already said goodbye to his mother at the mansion the night before, he dragged his trunk to the train and found a compartment, hoping Ron and Hermione would come and find him. He put a locking spell on the door and opened his trunk, getting out an interesting wizarding magazine that he had found during the summer called the Quibbler.

He was reading an interesting article on the new findings of Crumple Horned Snorkacks when he felt the train start to move. A couple minutes later, he heard a knocking on the door and looked up. It was Ron and Hermione.

He got up and opened the door. They came in and put their stuff on the racks like Harry, then sat down. After a few minutes of looking out at the scenery that they were passing, Hermione broke the silence.

"So how were your summers, guys?" Hermione asked. "Mine was fantastic. My… twin was over at other people's houses so much that it was like I was an only child! We went to fairs, my mom and I went shopping and best of all, while Gabriel was at the Weasleys, they took me to the United States for an entire week!"

Hermione hadn't changed that much over the summer. She had grown a couple of inches and her face had changed a bit, but not a lot. Besides, she had already proved that she could talk like she used to, all in one breath. Ron, on the other hand, had grown four inches, yet still looked pretty thin.

"Glad to know that yours was so nice," Ron muttered bitterly. "I was grounded for the entire summer just for getting sorted into Slytherin ten months ago. One meal per day, but sometimes I was lucky and Ginny was able to slip me something."

The trio descended into an awkward silence. It seemed that Ron had not had a good summer at all, while Harry and Hermione had extremely good summers.

"Actually," Harry said. "I got to meet some people that were grateful to me this summer. Something really rare." It took a moment for his two friends to realize what he was talking about.

"No way!" Ron said. "You met with the Flamels?" Harry smiled and nodded.

"You're so lucky!" Hermione squealed. "I can't even begin to think about all the things they must know and could teach you."

"Calm down guys," Harry said. "It's not like I spent time with them or anything. It was just that they wanted to meet the person that had saved the stone." He failed to mention the other things that the Flamels and him had talked about. The compartment descended into silence.

The train chugged along for another five minutes before the silence was broken by a red headed girl.

In fact, as soon as she saw them, trunk in tow, her face lit up and she started to head into the compartment. Unfortunately for her, the door was still shut and she ran into it, falling to the ground. Harry, Ron and Hermione started to laugh, though Harry got up at the same time to help her up. He opened the door and held out his hand. He took it.

"I was wondering when you were going to show up." He told her.

"Sorry. I wasn't allowed to board the train with Ron, otherwise I would've gotten in trouble for being friendly with the Slytherin." She explained. Harry took her trunk and placed it beside his. He then motioned for her to sit down.

"So what did you do this summer Harry?" Ginny asked. "I didn't really hear from you all summer."

"Yeah," Harry said guiltily. "I was really busy and I didn't want you to get in trouble because of me. Besides, we have all year right?" Ginny smiled.

"Yes we do." Then her face fell. "Depending on what house I get into."

"Ginny, it doesn't matter to me what house you get into at Hogwarts. Right Ron, Hermione?" Ron was sleeping, because apparently Harry and Ginny aren't interesting enough to listen to yet. Hermione, on the other hand, was being Hermione and reading a book. She just nodded absent mindedly.

Ginny snorted then said," Nice to know that they're so supportive."

Below the confident tone, Harry could hear that she was nervous, like any other first year.

"So what did you do this summer?" Ginny repeated. "You dodged the question."

"Guilty as charged." Harry said, smiling. It was just something about the red headed girl. He just couldn't stop smiling.

"My mother and I spent a lot of time together. She taught me a bit of charms. But other than that I just sort of read and thought about things a bit."

Ginny smiled at him, making him smile once again.

"That sounds nice."

The two friends sat in silence, until Harry asked her if she had seen the last Holyhead Harpies match. Her eyes lit up, much to Harry's enjoyment, and she went off on a rant about how certain people need to learn how to play Quidditch.

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Harry sat at the Slytherin table with Ron and Hermione, patiently waiting for the sorting. He was especially interested in Ginny's, not caring what so ever for the others. He had his fingers crossed for Slytherin, and he would not be surprised if that's where she ended up. He would hate for her to be exposed to the opinions of Gryffindors. He trusted her not to listen to all the bad things that the lions said about his house, but he feared that she would eventually believe it. After all, she did live in a house of almost all Gryffindors and had been taught growing up that Gryffindor equaled good while Slytherin was bad. He was jolted out of his musing by the doors to the great hall being shoved open.

The first years marched into the room, side by side down the middle of the tables. As it had been for the second years, Professor McGonagall was at the head. She walked up the three stairs that elevated the teacher's seats from the students and turned around, scroll in hand. He spotted Ginny's flaming red hair in the crowd.

He then looked over to the Gryffindor table. He noticed immediately that his twin and his two comrades weren't sitting at their normal spot. He scanned the table and was surprised to learn that they weren't anywhere to be seen.

"Where are the Gryffindor trio?" Harry asked himself more than anyone else. However, it was actually a Slytherin girl whom Harry thought her name was Daphne Greengrass who answered.

"I heard that they had been locked in their compartment on the train. No matter what the prefects did they weren't able to open it. If you notice, Dumbledore isn't here either, so I'm guessing he went to help them personally."

Harry turned to her to answer but was suddenly unable to say anything. Daphne had long black hair and crystal clear eyes that looked like they could take you down no problem.

"Urm… okay" Harry said while blushing.

Just then, the sorting hat then opened its mouth and launched into the song, saving Harry from further. Harry tuned it out, as the singing was terrible and the lyrics weren't really worth listening to. It probably always said the same thing: characteristics of all the houses and something about fining where you belong. He heard applause and started to pay attention again.

Professor McGonagall called out the first name, was a short kid with black hair named Justin Adams. He went up and after half a minute or so it called RAVENCLAW. Harry, once again, started to tune out and hum happily to himself. He was shaken by Hermione after a while.

"It's Ginny's turn," she hissed to him quietly, though still turning a few heads.

Indeed, her name had been called and she was walking up to the hat. She picked it up and sat down while placing the old thing on her head. And then the hall waited.

They waited for several minutes. The hat seemed to be tethering on two houses, not being able to find one that was better than the other. Harry must realize that she was really well balanced for it to not decide. Then finally it made the decision, though not really sounding sure of itself.

"SLYTHERIN."

And there's chapter seven. Personally, I don't like reading about the sorting hat's songs, so I didn't bother so write one myself or ask somebody to borrow theirs. Sorry if you like that part. I hope that the time between updates was more reasonable this time.

Just a random thing: Can anybody tell me how to pronounced Perenelle Flamel? Is it Peren-ELLE as in, she in French, or Peren-ell-Y?

I hope you enjoyed it and as always, review!