How many of you saw the Wonderful World of Harry Potter making of thing last night (6/6/10)? I did, and I had a stupid grin on my face the entire time. I can't wait to go there!

Unfortunately, I do not have the pleasure of owning Harry Potter, JKR does.

Without further ado, here is the last chapter in the first story of the series.

Chapter Sixteen: The End Already?

I was seeing everything through Harry's eyes. It was strange that the body I was in was moving with out my consent. I could feel my twin's astonishment on how that it was Quirrell and not Snape that was in the Stone Chamber.

I told you! I gloated.

Harry and Quirrell talked for a little bit, and then it got to the part about trying to knock Harry off his broom.

"And then there was your sister," the possessed professor said. "If Dumbledore and Snape hadn't been there, I would have gotten her off her broom in little time."

I wish I were here, too! I wanna knock him senseless! I couldn't help that uncomfortable bubbling of rage in my stomach.

I paid attention again when Quirrell said that he was going to kill Harry. The professor snapped his fingers, and ropes appeared out of nowhere and bound Harry tightly.

"I'm going to have to kill Danielle later. She's too nosy to live." That made me so mad!

That's it! I'm coming after you!

No, wait-

I jumped back into my body. I opened my eyes to the chess room. I jumped up and sprinted across the room.

"Dani!" Ron shouted. "Where are you going?"

"To help Harry," I said. "He's in trouble!"

"We're coming with you," Hermione said.

"No, there's a potion room up ahead, and only one can go forward. That's why I came back here. I just hope the troll's still out of it."

"Troll?" Ron and Hermione gasped. I nodded.

I opened the door, ignoring the putrid smell, and ran across the room as fast as I could, careful not to touch the troll. The closer I got, the more my scar throbbed. When I stepped into the potion room, the black and purple fire sprang up as they were supposed to. Amazingly, the bottles were all corked up and in straight lines as if no one had ever touched them.

I checked the riddle again (just to be safe) and made sure that the midget bottle was the right one. I drank the potion (still cold!) and ran through the black fire. Once I reached the other side, I stopped as I observed the scene before me: Harry was bound from chest to ankles, and Quirrell was walking around the mirror. He came out from behind it and spotted me.

"Ah, Miss Potter," the possessed professor said, "so nice of you to join us."

No! Harry shouted. Leave before-

Quirrell snapped his fingers, and ropes came out of nowhere and bound my arms to my sides and my knees and ankles together. I lost my balance and fell over, luckily onto my back. Oh darn. I wonder…

"I see the Stone…" Quirrell said as he stared hungrily into the mirror. "I'm presenting it to my master… but where is it?"

Harry continued his conversation with the professor about who Quirrell was speaking to that day in the classroom. Suddenly, I heard Harry's thoughts: What I want more than anything else in the world at the moment is to find the Stone before Quirrell does.

Are you sure about that? I asked. It may be safer inside the mirror.

Why would you say that?

I don't think Quirrell will be able to get it inside the mirror.

Still, Harry tried to edge to the left, but he fell over. You might even stay safe if you just leave it alone, I commented.

You mean you're worried about me?

My lips tightened. I could see what he meant. He knew that I hadn't involved myself that much, that I had almost distanced myself from him. Of course I care about you, I finally said. You're my twin.

"What does this mirror do?" Quirrell asked, as he tore me from our conversation. "How does it work? Help me master!"

A voice answered, and it came from Quirrell himself. "Use the boy… Use the boy…"

Quirrell rounded on my twin. "Yes – Potter – come here." He clapped his hands, and Harry's bindings vanished without a trace. He slowly got to his feet and rubbed his hands afterwards.

I ignored everything as I tried to work out of the ropes binding me. It didn't work out. Maybe I could use telekinesis to work out of my bindings. I concentrated as hard as I could to get the ropes off of me. It didn't work. I needed a wand!

Suddenly, I heard Quirrell shouting at Harry. Then there was a cold, high-pitched voice that spoke. "Let me speak to them… face to face…" Wait, he said "them"! Oh darn.

"Master, you are not strong enough!"

"I have strength enough… for this…"

I stared, wide-eyed, as Quirrell reached up and unwrapped his turban. The purple turban fell away. Quirrell turned around.

I may have screamed. I may not have. I can't remember, and I don't think I'll ever know if I did. But I can definitely remember seeing a chalk white face with slits for nostrils and gleaming red eyes.

"Harry and Danielle Potter…" Voldemort whispered, his voice hoarse. "See what I have become? Mere shadow and vapor… I have form only when I can share another's body… but there have always been those willing to let me into their hearts and minds… Unicorn blood has strengthened me thee past weeks…" That explained what Draco and Theodore Nott had seen. "Your friend saw faithful Quirrell drinking it for me in the forest… and once I have the Elixir of Life, I will be able to create a body of my own… Now… why don't you give me that Stone in your pocket?"

It was as if my heart had turned to ice. How had Voldemort ever known that Harry had had the Stone? "Don't give it to him!" I shouted as I struggled against my bonds.

"Ah, Danielle…" Voldemort sneered. "I have always wondered where you have been all these years… So tell me… where has Dumbledore shipped you?"

"Why should I tell you?" I asked coolly. "Why should I trust you? You killed our parents!"

"Why should you honor their memory? They died begging for mercy…"

"LIAR!" Harry shouted.

"How touching…" Lord Snake-Face said. He explained how our parents died. Then he told Harry to give him the Stone.

"NEVER!" we shouted.

Harry ran to me, but Quirrell stopped him by grabbing his wrist. Sharp pains laced my scar, but I could tell that Harry hurt more. He yelled, struggling with all his might to get out of Quirrell's grasp. I used my telekinesis to throw Quirrell across the room.

"You need to get us out of here!" I shouted as Harry came up to me and dragged me.

"I'm trying!" he panted.

Quirrell flew to us and knocked Harry aside. The professor grabbed my throat. My scar – oh, my gosh! – hurt like nothing I had ever felt before. It was as if someone had a knife carving into my forehead. I couldn't breathe. Then, surprisingly, I felt the pain lessen, and the pressure on my neck was released.

"Master," Quirrell shouted, "I cannot hold her – my hands – my hands!"

I saw Harry jump on top of Quirrell, knocking the professor over. Harry touched Quirrell's face, the latter screaming terribly.

All of a sudden, I felt my bonds fall off. I rubbed my wrists as I sat up slowly and turned around; Dumbledore had arrived!

The headmaster said nothing but pulled Harry off of Quirrell. My brother fell, limp, to the ground. He didn't move. I turned back to Dumbledore, who suddenly had his wand in hand. Black spots started to float in my vision. I blinked, but they didn't leave.

"YOU!" Voldemort shouted, but it was like his voice was fuzzy. He couldn't say anything else because Quirrell's body started to crumble. I watched as his face turned to gray ashes and fell away. Quirrell stumbled and fell over, now nothing left of him except ashes and pile of robes. Even after the crumbling noise, the sound of static still filled my ears.

I looked over to where Harry had fallen. He didn't get up. He was barely moving. I tried to stand, but I could barely move my legs. My head felt so heavy... What was going on? I had to lay down. The room was spinning.

The last thing I remembered was seeing a mass of silver hover over me.

I opened my eyes. Bad idea! Very bad idea! It was just way too bright. As soon as my eyes got used to the light, I looked around. I was in the hospital wing… again. I sat up slowly, and then I heard someone exclaim. I looked around for the source of the noise. Draco, Blaise, and Daphne were seated in the chairs around me.

"How do you feel?" Daphne asked.

"Tired," I answered. "Where're Harry, Ron, and Hermione?"

"I don't know where Weasley and Granger are, but we saw them earlier," Blaise said. "They were walking out of the hospital wing right before we walked in, which was about ten minutes ago. Weasley was complaining because he had a headache."

"I asked what was wrong," said Daphne. "He said that he had gotten a small concussion. I asked how that happened, but he and Granger didn't say anything."

"Potter's still out of it thought," Blaise said.

"Not anymore," a voice from the bed next to mine said. Harry! He sat up slowly and blinked, obviously trying to get used to the bright light. "Malfoy," he said coolly.

"Potter," Draco said. The tension was like concrete. I had to break it!

"How long have we been here?" I asked.

"Since very early this morning," Daphne said. "When you never showed up for breakfast, we went to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey wouldn't let us in, and Weasley and Granger wouldn't tell us anything. Pomfrey told us that you two were unconscious, but she wouldn't tell us why. What happened to you two?"

Harry and I didn't get to answer because Madam Pomfrey came in and shooed the three Slytherins out. They grumbled as they walked out.

Dani, what happened to the Stone? Harry asked.

I gave it to Dumbledore after you had passed out.

"It was him?" Harry asked aloud.

Yeah. So anyways, Quirrell's dead and Voldemort disappeared.

What happened to Ron and Hermione?

Didn't you hear Blaise? They're both fine.

What do you think is going to happen to the Stone?

I think Dumbledore's going to destroy it.

"What?" Harry shouted.

"I think it's been too much trouble, if you ask me. It would be better off for everyone if it were destroyed."

"Potters," Madam Pomfrey said, "you have a visitor."

Dumbledore walked in with a twinkle in his blue eyes. "Good afternoon. How do you feel, Harry, Danielle?"

"Fine, I guess, sir," I said. Harry just shrugged.

"How long have we been in here, sir?" Harry asked.

"About fourteen hours. Your friends will be most relieved you have come round, they have been extremely worried."

"What's going to happen to the Stone?" Harry asked.

"It's going to be destroyed," the headmaster said.

I zoned out after that: I was worried about what Mandy, Lisa, and Abby would say. Would they be mad at me for not telling them? I would definitely expect Abby to be furious at me for cursing her. I really hoped that they would forgive me.

Before I knew it, Dumbledore stood up to leave. Just how long have I been thinking? "And now," Dumbledore said, "I must say 'Good day'."

After he left, Madam Pomfrey came bustling in with two carts stacked high with what looked like half a candy store. The medi-witch was muttering something about toilet seats. She gave us some potions, and soon after, I fell asleep.

When I awoke again, it was the next morning. I looked at the clock on the wall: it was 8:00. I felt so much better now that I've had a good long rest.

I looked at my bedside table; there was a book on it. It was The Fellowship of the Ring, which I hadn't quite finished. I was still on "The Mirror of Galadriel", so I was almost done. I never realized how hard a read this is, but I was determined to read through all of them… eventually.

I opened it and started to read: "One evening Frodo and Sam were walking together in the cool twilight…" About ten minutes later, I reached the end of the chapter. By that time, Harry was awake.

"Good morning," I said.

"'Morning," Harry replied.

"PLEASE LET US IN!" a familiar voice shouted.

"No! The Potters are resting," Madam Pomfrey said. She walked in brusquely.

"Was that Ron, Hermione, and Neville?" Harry asked.

"And Mandy, Lisa, and Abby?" I asked.

"Yes, but they can't see you," Madam Pomfrey said.

"Just five minutes," Harry pleaded.

"Absolutely not."

"You let Professor Dumbledore in…" I said.

"Well, of course, that was the headmaster, quite different. You need rest."

"We are resting," Harry said, "look, lying down and everything."

"Oh, go on, Madam Pomfrey," I said.

"Oh, very well," she said. "But five minutes only." When she opened the door, Mandy, Lisa, Abby, Neville, Ron, and Hermione burst in. Hermione looked as if she wanted to pull the both of us into bone crushing hugs, but I was glad she didn't; I was still kind of sore.

They were all wondering what had happened down in the Stone Chamber, but I had to tell Mandy, Lisa, and Abby the entire thing, as in all of the professors' challenges. They gasped in all of the right places, and Mandy screamed when I told her about what was under Quirrell's turban.

After a few more minutes of talking about the Stone, I asked about what had been happening around the school.

"Well, you both missed the last Quidditch match," Ron said.

"Gryffindor had to forfeit because Ravenclaw had a reserve Seeker," Lisa said.

"I can't believe Slytherin's won the House Cup!" Ron said.

"How many points did they win by?" Harry asked.

"About fifty," Mandy said sourly. I never heard her talk like this. "Snape's been awarding them points for 'holding the door open'."

"And he's been taking points from Gryffindor for 'harming the students' when actually we had just accidentally brushed them," Neville said.

Nobody could say anything else because Madam Pomfrey shooed everybody out, saying that we needed rest.

After lunch, Madam Pomfrey told us that we had another visitor.

"Who is it?" Harry and I asked.

Hagrid walked through the door. He sat down between our beds and started sobbing, saying how it was all his fault that Voldemort found out how to get past Fluffy and how he should be chucked out to live as a Muggle.

"Hagrid, it's going to be fine," I said. "You won't be chucked out. Voldemort would have found out somehow."

"Yeh could've died!" Hagrid sobbed. "An' don't say the name!"

"VOLDEMORT!" Harry shouted. Hagrid was so shocked that he stopped crying. "We've met him, and I'm calling him by his name. I don't know about Dani, though.

"I'm going to call him by name," I said. "Dumbledore would say something like 'Fear of a name increases fear in the thing itself'."

"Come on, Hagrid, cheer up! Have a Chocolate Frog."

"I've got yeh both a present," Hagrid said after he wiped his nose.

"It's not a stoat sandwich, is it?" Harry asked tentatively.

Hagrid gave a chuckle. "Nah. Dumbledore gave me the day off yesterday ter fix it. 'Course, he shoulda sacked me instead – anyway, got yeh this…"

He pulled two leather-covered books out of his pocket. The books were almost identical except that one was blue and the other red. Harry and I opened them. I flipped through mine, and tears welled up in my eyes. Wizarding pictures of James and Lily were on every page, except some pages in the back. Those were blank. I understood what these were for: our own pictures. I couldn't express my appreciation for this, but Hagrid understood.

Madam Pomfrey let us leave later that day, right before supper was supposed to start. As Harry and I didn't have time to go back to our common rooms, we walked to the Great Hall together.

The next few days were torture! People kept bugging me in the common room about Quirrell, the Stone, and Moldyshorts. I seemed to be in a spotlight wherever I went. This was one of those times that I hated being the Girl-Who-Lived, or whatever they called me.

On the last morning, the day of the feast, Nightwing brought me a note from McGonagall.

I hope you're feeling much better. Now, about your summer arrangements, there'll be a surprise waiting for you on Platform 9 ¾. Don't forget to pack your stuff today!

Professor McGonagall

What will be waiting for me on the platform? I didn't think McGonagall would tell me anytime soon.

I was happy for my Slytherin friends for winning the House Cup, but it would have been nice if Ravenclaw or Gryffindor won.

The Great Hall was decked out in silver and green. A huge banner with the Slytherin serpent covered the wall behind the Head Table.

Dumbledore walked in a few minutes after everyone was in the Hall. The talking ceased almost instantly. The headmaster spoked for a few minutes and then gave the point standings: Slytherin had five hundred four, Ravenclaw had four hundred twenty-six, Gryffindor had four hundred twenty, and Hufflepuff had three hundred fifty-two.

Slytherin broke out into a storm of cheering and clapping. Dumbledore shushed them and then said something about recent events. The Hall was completely silent.

"Ahem," the headmaster said. "I have a few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes…

"First – to Mr. Ronald Weasley for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house twenty-five points."

Gryffindors' cheers were loud, so that I almost had to cover my ears.

"Second – to Miss Hermione Granger… for the use of cool logic in the face of danger, I award Gryffindor house twenty-five points.

"Third – to Mr. Harry Potter… for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house thirty points."

I had to cover my ears for this one. The noise was so loud. I cheered loudly along with all of the other Gryffindors. I added the points up in my head: Gryffindor now were four points behind Slytherin.

"Fourth – to Miss Danielle Potter… for showing fierce kindness, loyalty, and bravery, I award Ravenclaw house thirty points."

People up and down the Ravenclaw table cheered loudly. I looked at the Slytherin table and saw Draco, Daphne, and Blaise clapping as well.

"There are all kinds of courage," Dumbledore said, smiling. "It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. I therefore award ten points each to Mr. Neville Longbottom and Miss Abigail Longbottom."

The cheering was explosive. I cheered for Neville and Abby loudly, as both glanced at each other in shock. Their brown eyes were wide and bright. Draco looked as if someone had the Body-Bind curse put on him. Blaise was groaning right next to him.

"Which means," Dumbledore shouted over the cheering, "we need a little change of decoration." The headmaster clapped his hands, and all of the decorations changed. The green became red, and the silver turned to gold. The towering serpent changed to a lion.

This was one of the best evenings of my life.

The next morning was a morning of good-byes and giving addresses. I had promised to owl my friends once a week.

The train ride back to Platform 9 ¾ was slow. Well, it was slow for me. I couldn't wait to find out what the surprise was. Was it a full library?

Once we got to King's Cross station, it took forever to get off the platform. The guard at the barrier only let us out in twos and threes.

"You have got to come and stay this summer," Ron said to Harry, Hermione, and me, "all of you – I'll send you an owl."

"I hope I'll be able to come," I said.

Harry, Ron, and I passed through the barrier together.

"Luna!" a familiar voice called. I turned around. Aunt Crystal and Victoria stood together at the platform. I rushed as fast as I could to them.

"Aunt Crystal!" I shouted as I pulled her into a hug.

"Hey, Luna!" Tori said. "Why do you look so different?" She was referring to my eyes and hair.

"This is what I'm supposed to look like," I said. "Didn't Professor McGonagall tell you?"

"No," Aunt Crystal said. "She just said that you would explain. So, what house are you in?"

"Ravenclaw. I have so many friends there! Hang on, I have to say good-bye to my brother."

I ran to find where Harry and the Dursleys were. I found them, just as they were about to leave.

"Boy," Vernon asked, "who is this?"

"My twin," Harry replied. "We just met a month before school started."

We hugged each other good-bye, and then I said bye to Dudley, who cowered behind his mother. I giggled and walked back to Aunt Crystal and Tori.

"Are we going back to the future?" I asked.

"No," Aunt Crystal replied. "We're going to stay with the Brocklehurts."

"That's Mandy's family," I said excitedly. "I've got so much to tell you two!"

We walked out of the station together. Man, I was going to have a wonderful summer!

A/N: Thus ends the first installment of the series. I know, the ending's kind of rushed.

I'm not going to post any of Year Two until I get some of the chapters written, so that might be around the end of the month.