Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Psh I wish I did. So yea, Twilight is to Meyer as Harry Potter is to Rowling.

AN: Hey guys, if you didn't notice I had a note saying that I didn't know about Bella, but I have a feeling that I'm going to fit her in somehow, but probably not until the end.

The quidditch scene: yes I used the movie scene. I found it exciting it stuck with me. Ehehehe.

Someone pointed out that Draco was always with the "Trio" and how not all Slytherins are bad so he should make some friends with them. If you don't remember, I hinted a friendship between Draco and Blaise Zabini. I don't intend to keep his away from the Slytherins at all, but I'm trying to show that Draco, in my story, has a close friendship with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

Oh and one person pointed out to me that she didn't like Ron/Hermione. I never had a problem with that pairing and I was actually going to follow the story line with that so if that means I'm going to lose some readers then I guess poor me. Or not.

Chapter 13: Harry's Mother

Harry rolled his eyes as he listened to his mother lecture about idiotic decisions in an attempt to show off. "Mom, really," he sighed as Madame Pomfrey finished wrapping a bandage around his arm. When he tumbled onto the ground, his arm pads were pushed off and he ended up getting nasty scrapes on both arms. "You know I wasn't trying to show off." She glared at him before taking his hand and hitting it gently with hers.

"For once, Harry James Potter Cullen," she muttered, "it would be wonderful if I didn't have to hear about you and your near-death experiences."

"And it's only my first year!" He piped enthusiastically. She groaned and pulled him into a tight hug.

"Come now, Esme," Sirius laughed. "That was pretty amazing. Old Moony will be quite disappointed that he missed that. Lazy old bugger sleeps his life away!" He teased, knowing that his friend was actually tired from the recent full moon.

Emmett grinned, holding up the camcorder in his hands. "Not a problem. Dumbles did the voodoo magic again to make our stuff. We got it all on video… well except for the part where Harry's broom started going off on him. Rose dropped the camera."

"Yea, because I wouldn't be horrified watching my brother being thrown off his broom in midair," she snapped in irritation. With an irritated sigh she turned back to Harry and began threading his hair around her fingers. "You need to stop trying to get yourself killed," she said sternly. He laughed and hugged her tightly.

"I'm fine! Really! I mean sure I could have gotten into a come because I could have fallen into a very uncomfortable position," he flinched at the look his mother was giving him "… the troll was worse."

Esme threw her hands up in exasperation. Carlisle chuckled and patted his son's back. "Let's try to look at the positive of this situation. Harry won the game for his house and he did amazingly out there."

"Thanks dad," Harry answered.

"You were great," Alice grinned, Jasper nodding in agreement behind her.

Edward smiled at him and winked. "Moves like the ones you did out there will impress many-a-lady."

Emmett whistled as Jasper laughed when Harry's face turned beet red.

"Oh leave me alone!" he complained.

"And who's that Hermione girl?" Alice smirked. "Is she your girlfriend?"

"Oh come on, she's like a sister!"

"I saw you staring at the Bell girl on your team," Emmett said, wagging a finger in the boy's face. "Going after the older ladies? You dog!"

"Mom!"

Esme glared at them all. "Children! Leave Harry alone!"

They all got quiet, looking around innocently. Sirius cleared his throat and they all looked at him. "I saw Parvati Patil eyeing you in the Great Hall." Harry groaned and covered his face with his hands as his siblings began laughing again.

"Sirius Black, when I said children that included you!"

"Don't be so harsh on him, darling," Carlisle laughed at his wife. "He's just teasing. Besides, I'm sure Parvati wasn't looking at Harry." Harry grinned at his father's support. "It was probably the girl's twin sister." He let out an angry shout as he threw himself back onto the bed.

"How do you even know about Padma?!"

"Oh so that's your girlfriend's name!" Rose cut in.

"Faolan! Melinda!" The large snake lay in front of them, hissing violently while Faolan appeared next to them with a menacing growl.

"Harry!" Jasper shouted. "Call them off!"

"Faolan! Tear their clothes apart!" Malinda hissed, pleased to see her master's other familiar attacking those who had made him uncomfortable. The snake slithered up and coiled her body onto of Harry's stomach.

"Oh mother," Hermione gasped, ignoring her slightly frazzled parents who had traveled by portkey for the first time. They noticed that their daughter had much more tolerance for the horrid transportation method. "Look at how beautiful it is!" Jane Granger looked around with wide eyes.

"John, John, look at this!"

"Is… is that a peacock?" he asked in disbelief. "Who has pet peacocks?"

"Come on, come on! They're all probably here already!" Hermione said excitedly.

"This seems quite pleasant," Jane smiled as she helped them pick some bags off the ground. "We actually get to the others about normal things, not 'yes, so I heard your sons tried to save my daughter from a troll.'"

"Mother," She groaned in embarrassment as they made their way to the front door. Hermione pulled on the door knocker and knocked twice. The door was opened by a tiny house elf. Hermione gasped and they all took a step back. She had never seen a house elf before, so she was quite startled when it opened the door.

"Dobby is sorry!" the house elf said in apology. "Dobby didn't mean to scare the Granger guests!"

"It's alright, Dobby," a musical voice rang. "Jane, John! It's nice to see you again, and on so much better terms."

"Narcissa," Jane leaned over and gave her a hug. "How's Draco?"

"Last we remember he was complaining about the troll ruining his hair," John chuckled.

"Oh Ronald Weasley!" They heard Molly yell.

"Sorry!"

"Narcissa!" Molly strode into the hallway. "I'm so sorry but Ronald spilt his pumpkin juice on your carpet."

"It's not a problem, Molly," Narcissa said kindly. "It'll be off with a flick of a wand."

"Oh!" Molly said, noticing the Grangers. "You're here! How wonderful, the boys have been anxiously waiting your arrival." She rolled her eyes. "It's why Ronald spilt his pumpkin juice. They wanted to make sure they ate their chocolates before Hermione scolded them for overstuffing themselves with sweets." Hermione groaned and marched into the room that Molly came out of. "They're all hyped up on sweets now," She laughed.

"Leave your bags here," Narcissa told them. "The house elves will bring them up. Come in and meet the rest of the Cullen and Weasley brood."

"Where's Harry?" Jane heard her daughter ask the boys. Draco, who was nearly bouncing out of his seat, nodded at her.

"Yup."

She grimaced. "Draco I asked where he was."

"Oh! Ahahaha!" Hermione took a step backwards. "He's downstairs with his brothers in a training room that father made for me. Jasper and Emmett come during the summer to teach me self-defense. Harry's much more advanced however. Ron's slightly more advanced too! They teach him as well. Did we ever tell you? Salazar's snakes, where is Neville?!"

"Mr. Malfoy?" she said slowly, quickly fearing Draco's health. Lucius gave a quiet chuckle and shook his head.

"Leave him be. Draco is usually quite serious. It's… dare I say it, amusing really."

She frowned before sitting down next to Ron. "And you? Anything wrong with you like the nutter over here?"

Ron turned his head and looked her in the eyes. After taking a small bite of his last chocolate, he gave her a loud laugh before falling onto his back. She shook her head in disbelief. "I've never seen them like this," she stated. "It's slightly scary."

"Don't worry, Hermione," Narcissa said with a twinkle in her eyes. "Draco-"

"And Ron," Molly cut in.

"-Both know the consequences for eating too much sugar. Not only will they have stomach aches but because they didn't listen to us, they wont get any of the cake Esme made."

"Is that bad?"

"Let's just say, darling, that Esme's cake tastes like heaven in your mouth."

Esme hid her face in Carlisle's shoulder. "It's not that good."

"Have mercy on the boys, Narcissa," Lucius said with a raised brow. "They're just enjoying themselves."

The fireplace erupted with green flames and Sirius tumbled out, falling to the ground, while Remus walked out calmly. When Sirius got back onto his feet they all looked to see that ash was imprinted in the shape of his body on the carpet. Sirius grinned sheepishly and gave an innocent wave to Lucius. "Merry Christmas?"

Lucius glared at him. "You can however punish your infernal cousin!"

"Aw now, Lucy," Sirius began.

"YOU WILL RESTRAIN FROM CALLING ME THAT RIDICULOUS NAME, BLACK!"

"Jeez," Sirius backed up and his behind Remus. "What crawled up your arse and died?"

"You can sleep with the peacocks tonight!"

"Oo! I'm Lucius Malfoy and I'm so cool with my pet peacocks!"

"You're absolutely juvenile!"

"Yea well at least I don't have pet peacocks."

~*~

Harry grunted pantomimed motions that looked like he was really fighting his brothers. He kicked Emmett's chest and turned to hit Jasper with his forearm. When Edward pulled him around by his arm, Harry raised his other and pretended to punch him in the throat. Edward made a choking sound and fell onto his knees. "Dude!" Emmett said. "Look what you did!"

Harry laughed and jumped onto his brother's back. Edward got up and began turning in circles. "Stop it, crazy leech!" Harry shouted. "Not everyone has the incapability of getting dizzy!" Edward laughed and set him down.

"Get changed. You smell all salty," Emmett told him with a scrunch of his nose. "You don't want to smell bad with pretty ladies around."

Harry rolled his eyes and made his way to leave the room. Just as he was about to close the door, Edward called his name. "In two hours, we're going to the piano."

He groaned. "Everyone will follow us!"

"Then you get to show off. Now go on!"

Harry nodded knowing he wouldn't win against his brother. He walked up a flight of stairs and opened the door that led to the basement. When he stepped into the hallway he found Neville and his grandmother standing at the doorway with Narcissa. "Nev!" He said happily. "Ms. Augusta!" The two smiled at him and went to hug him. "Oh please don't," he laughed. "I'm a bit… gross right now."

Neville laughed. "Just hurry up. Hermione just ran out here to tell me that Draco and Ron are having a sugar rush. Apparently they ate all the chocolate-"

Harry's eyes widened. "All of it?! That was my chocolate too!" He ran up to change so he could yell at his friends. Neville laughed as Harry slammed a door, screaming all the while.

He watched Rosalie walk out of the living room. "Harry Cullen!" She said, following him quickly. "Alice saw what you want to wear! You're completely out of your mind if you think I'm going to let you wear that!" She disappeared around the corner and they heard the door open and slam shut again.

"ROSALIE, I'M NAKED!" They heard Harry nearly squeal.

"DON'T SASS ME!"

"ROSE WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'SASS YOU'? I'M NAKED! GET OUT!"

"DON'T SCREAM AT ME! I'M YOUR SISTER! HAVE SOME RESPECT!"

"GET OUT!"

A silence fell over the house. Everyone was in the hallway now, looking up the stairs in amusement. Hermione was giggling with Ginny while Fred and George were snickering at Harry's misfortune. Ron and Draco, who were slightly levelheaded, felt bad for their friend while Neville was waiting for the next thing to happen. They heard the door creak open. "And put those clothes on, Harry Cullen! It's disrespectful to be naked in front of a lady!" They heard Harry's angry shouts muffle when she slammed the door shut. In a few seconds, Rosalie turned the corner and bounced down the steps.

Lucius had a smirk on his face while Narcissa and Molly were laughing quietly. "Rosalie," Esme admonished. The blond shrugged and threw her arms around Emmett's neck. The large vampire groaned.

"Rose, you're gonna give the kid a complex."

"I'm fine," a voice hissed. They looked to see Harry descending the stairs, Malinda wrapped around his torso and Faolan trotting down by his side. The snake's body stretched across Harry's back and was resting it's head on his shoulder. She hissed when she saw the others.

"N-now, Harry," Rose stuttered, hiding behind Emmett. "You don't want to ruin your big sister's pretty clothing when she just helped you look oh so handsome, do you?" She turned to Alice with a glare. "You saw this, didn't you?!"

"I told you not to go," Alice responded with a roll of her eyes.

Harry turned away from his bickering sisters to see Ron and Draco trying to quietly sneak back into the living room. "Miss Narcissa, Miss Molly, did they eat ALL of the chocolate?"

Narcissa nodded. "Why yes, Harry. Why?"

Draco and Ron flinched turning around slowly. "Draco?" Lucius questioned, knowing that something was up.

"Some of the chocolate…may have been Harry's…" The blond muttered. Lucius gave an irritated sigh, taking his cane up and poking Draco in the stomach.

"You'll be running laps in the bottom floor gymnasium for eating all of that chocolate."

"Oh but father you just convinced mother not to punish me!"

"You'll be joining him, Ronald," Molly said sternly.

"It's just candy!" Ron whined.

"Never deny a man his chocolate," Remus warned. Sirius nodded in agreement.

"I stole Remus' chocolate once after the full moon. For the next week I broke out in song. It started with "I Feel Pretty" on Monday and ended with "Dancing Queen" on Sunday. Dumbledore found it all quite amusing. He wouldn't do a thing to help me."

A snicker was heard behind them. They all turned to find Severus had just arrived through the floo. "If I recall," he started. "You sang "Let Me Entertain You" with a little tap dance as well."

"Oh shut up, Snape," Sirius snapped. Suddenly his eyes widened as he was magically pulled to the umbrella bin. He pulled one out, holding it with both hands, and began to tap his feet on the ground. "Let me entertain you-SNAPE- let me make you smile- STOP IT NOW SNIVELLUS! I will do some kicks." A look of pain came across Sirius' face after he did a high kick. He fell onto his knees before toppling onto his side. Severus stuck his wand back into his pocket with a satisfied smirk on his face. Remus was gripping his sides in laughter.

"Merry Christmas, indeed."

~*~

Harry, Ron and Neville laughed at the look of horror on Draco's face. Narcissa had sent Lucius a knowing look, trying to hide the mirth on her face. Pansy Parkinson had sent Draco a box of customized chocolates that had their initials on them. "This is utterly ridiculous," Draco muttered. "We're eleven!"

"Aw does my baby Dragon have a girlfriend?" Narcissa asked, pinching his cheek.

"Mother, please!" He groaned. "I'd rather marry Faolan." The three boys fell into hysterics as Faolan got up and licked Draco's cheek happily. "Fao!" Draco laughed, pushing him away. "Go on, Harry. You haven't opened your last present. Who's it from?"

"Uhm," He looked around for the tag before his mother tapped his shoulder. Harry looked up at Esme, who smiled kindly at him.

"It's from Dumbledore. I took the card off while you were opening the last one." He glanced around as he tore the wrapping paper. The Cullen Clan was wearing their knitted sweaters, much to the delight of Molly. She had worked hard to make them fashionable for Alice and Rosalie. He turned back to the box and took the lid off slowly. He gasped at what he saw.

"Harry," Remus breathed.

"It's an invisibility cloak," he said softly, pulling it out and admiring the feeling of it. "I wonder where he got it."

"We know," Sirius answered for Remus. The werewolf was looking away with a nostalgic look on his face. "May I?" he asked, holding his hand out. Harry nodded and passed him to it. Sirius laughed softly, pulling the cloak over him. He disappeared under it. "We got into so much trouble with this didn't we, Moony?" The werewolf laughed quietly. Sirius pulled it off and handing it back to the boy.

"Where did it come from, Siri?" Harry asked.

Sirius rubbed the back of his neck before ruffling his hair. "It was James' cloak." Carlisle's head snapped up and he stared at his son. "Albus must have taken it when…"

Harry looked back at the cloak and stroked the material. "I'll treasure it. I promise," he swore. Sirius smiled and Remus patted his back.

Draco gave a quick wave to Blaise before running to catch up with Harry. The raven-haired boy smiled at him before turning serious when Draco dragged him into a classroom. "What's the matter?" Harry asked.

"I was going to Hagrid's today to ask him about Fluffy," he said quietly.

"And?"

"He was too busy muttering about hiding something."

"Do you think it has to do with Fluffy?" Harry asked in disbelief. "It's Hagrid! What would he do?"

"See that's what I was asking myself," Draco told him.

"Okay," Harry nodded. "We'll go tonight."

"Tonight? We aren't allowed outside at night, Harry. You know that's past curfew."

"Yes and we know a spell to expand clothing don't we?" Harry said. "We'll just enlarge the invisibility cloak and go to his hut."

A look of hesitation came over Draco's face. "If you think we won't get caught."

"Oh come on," Harry smiled. "It's us. What could possibly go wrong?"

"Now that you've said that, everything can go wrong."

He glared as they walked out of the classroom. "We have to tell Ron and Hermione."

"Ouch, Ronald!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!"

"Would you two be quiet?" Draco hissed. "Nothing but complaints from the both of you since we left." The blond, who had been waiting for the three in a dark corner behind a statue, hadn't heard anything but Ron and Hermione bickering back and forth since they found him. Harry glanced at Draco to calm him and the young Malfoy nodded.

"Come on, guys," Harry encouraged. "Just a little bit longer and we'll be at the hut." They looked across the ground and saw Hagrid's hut lit brightly. Their pace quickened, wanting an answer about Fluffy quickly. After a few more paces they were at Hagrid's door. Harry knocked on the door and the four heard the clattering of pans and Hagrid's hurried 'comin!' before his heavy footsteps got closer to the entrance. The half-giant opened the door and stared out in confusion.

"Uh… hello?" Harry pulled the cloak of their heads and smiled up at him. "Blimey, Harry! What're ye guys doin' here? It's much past your-"

"We know about Fluffy," they all said simultaneously.

Hagrid's eyes widened before he looked around and stepped aside to let them in. A black pot over a roaring fire caught Harry's attention but he said nothing. "How do you three know about Fluffy?" he asked suspiciously.

"We're troublemakers, what do you expect?" Draco said. "Now what is that brute hiding?"

"Nothing that you four have to go looking into!" Hagrid said sternly. "Now-" The pot's top began moving and Hagrid jumped out of his chair, muttering excitedly under his breath.

"What is that, Hagrid?" The man took his oven mitts and picked the top off. He grinned as he took a large egg out of the pot.

"What is that?" Hermione gasped.

"I know," Ron said in awe. "Where did you get it?"

"I won it," Hagrid said proudly.

"Hagrid, that's illegal," Harry said in seriousness. "You can't keep a dragon egg."

"A real dragon egg?" Hermione asked, leaning in to look at it. She pulled back, startled, when the egg shook and cracked. The shell began to fall apart and a baby dragon tumbled out.

"Look at him! Isn't he a beauty?" Hagrid asked, nearly crying. "Little Norbert."

"A Norwegian Ridgeback!" Ron exclaimed. "Wait, you're naming him Norbert?"

"Hagrid," Draco said softly. "I know you want this Dragon but, who exactly did you win it from?"

"I err… I'm not sure. He was wearing a hood over his head."

"Hagrid, you have to give him up," Harry said sadly. "You could get into trouble."

A look of reluctance and sadness fell onto Hagrid's face. "But he needs me! I have no one else to give him to!"

Ron shook his head. "Charlie works at a reserve, Hagrid. You could visit Norbert every summer, every month even."

"Oh I don't know," Hagrid muttered sadly. "I've always wanted a pet dragon." Fang began whimpering as he settled his head on Hagrid's leg.

"It's better to have him at a reserve than for you to never see him again because you're in jail."

Hagrid nodded silently. They knew it would be hard for him to give up something he had been wishing he had for so long. "I don't mean to do this, Hagrid," Draco cut in wearily. "But we really do need to know what Fluffy is hiding."

"Oh no! You kids leave that for the headmaster to worry about at if you go looking for the Old Nick's stone then-"

"Nick's stone?" Hermione asked.

His eyes widened. "I shouldn't have said that… I really shouldn't have said that." He got out of his seat and began ushering them out. "You kids really need to go. And don't go looking around for some information or anything! Just trust me! Don't do nothing!"

Severus glared at the four before him who were looking away innocently. "How do you know about Nicholas Flammel's stone?" He asked suspiciously. Harry took a book out from behind his back, tapping the cover smugly. "And where did you get that? Last time I checked, that was in the restricted section."

"His invisibility cloak, Severus, really," Draco said with a roll of his eyes.

"And why shouldn't you all receive detention for breaking the rules?"

"Wait!" Ron exclaimed. "Just let us explain."

"Stop wasting my time."

"We're all suspecting Quirrell right?" Harry asked him. Severus gave a slight nod. "Well the stone has been giving Flammel immortality, allowing him to live until this day. If it got into the hands of Quirrell-"

"He could use that power," Severus finished. They all nodded. "One problem however."

"What?"

"I have reason to believe that he's a supporter of The Dark Lord."

"Why do you say that?" Harry asked.

"You've told me that in his class your scar starts hurting, am I correct Mr. Cullen?" Harry's eyes widened.

"My scar would react if Voldemort was near?"

"Quirrell isn't the Dark Lord," Draco pointed out.

"So then what is he hiding?" Hermione questioned.

Ron snorted. "A bald head under that turban."

Snape's eyes widened. "The turban…" He looked at the four and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You four will stay in your respective dorms tonight. No sneaking around, no invisibility cloaks, no nothing. In fact, you will go up to your dormitory and hand in your cloak for the night, Harry."

"What?" he asked, jaw slacked. "No! For all I know, you'll burn it. It's common knowledge that you didn't like James Potter."

Snape glared at him. "I assure you, Mr. Cullen, I won't destroy your cloak."

Harry sneered as he got off the couch and stormed out of the room. "Harry!" He heard. The three were jogging behind him. "What are you going to do?" Draco asked.

"I'm going to get that book Aunt Minnie gave me."

Ron snickered as a grin spread across his face. "Professor McGonagall must have been bonkers to have given you one of the only copies of Rarest Charms."

He shrugged with a smirk. "She said she didn't need it anymore and that I needed it more than she did. Apparently, she was right."

"She was talking about facing your enemies, like Voldemort and those death eaters," Hermione said with a roll of her eyes, trying to catch up with them.

"Well if Sev is right and Quirrell is a supporter of Voldemort then guess what?" Draco asked sardonically.

~*~

"Severus has the fake cloak?" Harry nodded before picking up his real one. "What did he have to say?" Hermione asked. "Did the lock work? He didn't reveal the charm on it did he?" Her nervousness came into play when she thought of the transparent box they had put the decoy into.

"No, not at all. I convinced him that I didn't trust him with my cloak unprotected, which he got insulted by and will now speak to my father," Harry scoffed with a roll of his eyes. "He didn't even check the lock, something about proving that I could trust him by not breaking the box."

"And the cloak?" Ron questioned.

"The box indeed works," Harry said smugly. "No spell can penetrate it so the charm we put on that old shirt wasn't reversed. It still looks like my cloak. Remind me to write a 'thank you' letter to Emmett about this. He always manages to give me the most useful gifts on my birthday."

"No offense… but knowing Emmett…"

"Hard to imagine, right?" Harry laughed. A knock at the portrait hole broke then out of their thoughts. They quickly walked over and opened it to reveal Draco standing there with an irritated look on his face. "What happened?"

"Crabbe kept pestering me about why 'eating muffins could save Hogwarts a great deal of money' or whatever," He said with a roll of his eyes. "Can we just get this over with? This year was much more eventful than I wanted it to be."

Harry nodded. "Is everyone ready?" They all nodded. "Remember, be quiet and if something bad happens, all of you leave. I'll stay behind to help Sev."

"Harry," Hermione said hesitantly. "Are you sure we can't stay to help you?"

"You promised me that you would run if it got too dangerous," Harry said sternly. "No turning back. I need you to listen to me, just this once." Ron patted his back as he pulled the cloak over them.

"Harry, we listen to you all the time. It's why we get into trouble."

Harry gave them a smile before they walked out into the corridor. Draco pointed to the left and they nodded to each other before going on. "If we're lucky, Severus has left the dungeons already."

"He has," Draco whispered. The four first years made their way down flights of stairs, trying to get to Fluffy's room as fast as they could. "His office was empty when I walked passed it to get here."

"Then all we-" He quieted when they turned the corner. At the bottom of the staircase, Snape was standing, looking around with a glare. He cursed under his breath before walking through the door and closing it behind him. "Hermione, cast a silencing charm around us so they won't here us." She nodded and waved her wand after saying a quick incantation. They waited another minute before opening the door and walking into the dark corridor. The four gasped when the cloak was taken from them.

"Do you four think I'm a bloody fool?" Severus snapped. "There is a reason why I'm a spy, I hope you know!"

"Sev, we couldn't let you go down there alone!" Harry answered him pleadingly.

"You will go back immediately!" He whispered angrily. The four looked at each other before quickly running down the corridor to Fluffy's door. They heard Severus groan behind them and his footsteps double in frequency. "If the four of you get killed, you will recieve a detention so long that your great-grandchildren will have to continue serving it for you!"

~*~

"Stop this foolishness, Ronald!" Severus hissed. "There must be another way then to-"

"Severus, look at it!" Ron shouted, his voice echoing. "It's the only way!"

"I'm not allowing you to sacrifice yourself!"

"Well guess what, you have to!" Ron told him. Severus crossed his arms, daring him to say something.

"Ron," Hermione whispered desperately from the sidelines of the large chess board. Draco held her hand tightly, trying to give her support.

"Mate, there must be something else," Draco begged.

"None of you are listening to me," Ron said, irritated.

"Ron, please," Harry said. "Take a closer look."

Ron smiled at his friend. "Good luck, Harry," and too quickly for them to realize, he commanded his piece to move. A look of fear overtook him as realization came to him. "This is bad," he muttered.

"Detention, Mr. Weasley!" Severus shouted as the queen moved in her path towards Ron.

"Hey!" Ron laughed nervously. "The deal was if we died!"

"Ron," Severus murmured softly. "Your father would be so proud of you." Hermione clung onto Draco as Harry looked away sadly.

"You mean you're proud of me right?" Ron asked. He held onto the reign of his chess piece as he watched the queen prepare to strike. His breath caught in his throat and he heard the others shout his name before he screamed himself and succumbed to the darkness that called him.

Harry called out in pain as debris cut his already bleeding arm. He looked up at Severus to find that the man was clutching his head, blood seeping through his fingers. The potions master groaned before pulling himself together and limping across to defeat the queen. A sword dropped and so did Severus. Harry ran over, knowing the game was over. He looked down at Severus' obsidian eyes and the dark-haired man chuckled. "Your parents will never forgive me for letting you follow me." Harry smiled taking his wand out to clear the blood, but the gash was much too deep for him to fix. "Harry, stop."

The boy ceased his actions and looked at the man again.

"You need to continue. I can't believe I'm saying this, but you need to finish this Harry. None of us, common, un-golden low ones-" Harry laughed weakly, "would be able to do what you can in there." His head lolled backwards. "Then again I wouldn't be saying this if I didn't have a hole in my head."

"Hermione, go back and get Dumbledore," Draco said hurriedly. The girl nodded as she quickly ran back to where they came from. "Harry, Severus is right. I'll stay here with him but you need to go, quickly." Severus' head dropped onto Harry's lap, the man finally unconscious. "It's better this way," he said hastily, taking Harry's position. "If he went in and it really did have to do with Voldemort he would have been discovered. With him unconscious, we won't have to force him to stay out," Draco laughed. Harry smiled and gave his friend a quick pat on the back. "Go on, I'll watch them until Dumbledore gets here."

"Wish me luck."

"What does luck have to do with it?"

~*~

Harry stumbled into the chamber after just picking the right vile. He coughed, an involuntary action he made after drinking down the liquid. Quietly, he walked down the steps and glared at the man before the mirror. "We expected it to be you," Harry said loudly enough to be heard. He knew it wouldn't have mattered in the first place. Quirrell was standing in front of a rather large mirror that gave him a good view of what was behind him.

"Potter," The man smirked. "Of course, your excellent use of deduction has brought you to the right conclusion. Ten points to Gryffindor," he mocked. Harry smirked smugly, hiding his fear from the man. "Now tell me Potter, since you're such a smart boy… do you know how this mirror works?"

He shook his head truthfully. He had never seen the mirror before.

"It's called the Mirror of Erised," Quirrell informed him. "It shows you what you desire… for instance, I see myself holding the stone. Now how do I get it?!" '

"Use the boy," a voice hissed quietly. Harry looked around in panic before stepping backwards.

"Come here, Potter! Now! Where's all that Gryffindor courage your house claims to have?!" Harry took a deep breath and moved forward. He stopped next to his professor and looked into the mirror. "Well? What do you see?!"

Harry stared at the beautiful figure of his mother smiling down at him. Carlisle was standing by her side, holding her tightly. Harry's eyes shone as he looked- He gasped and stared in shock at what was on the other side of the reflection glass. There were James and Lily Potter, waving to him happily. He didn't care that Quirrell was standing next to him. He smiled. He smiled at the vision of his true parents who were mouthing 'I love you' to him. Both sets of parents pointed down to his mirror counterpart's pocket. The boy before him smiled sneakily as he took his hand out and revealed the stone. Harry's eyes widened as the image brought it back to his pocket.

"What do you see?!"

Harry looked down and saw the bulge in his pocket. He let out a shaky breath. "I'm at home with my family," He said slowly, "roasting your body over a fire- oh and look! There's an apple in your mouth!"

"A comedian," the voice hissed. Harry could tell by the pain in his scar that Voldemort was somewhere near.

"Stop hiding!" He shouted angrily. He ran up the stairs only to be stopped by a wall of fire, he looked around to see that he was trapped. Where was he? He thought hard about their conversation with Severus before realization hit him. He whipped his wand out and pointed it at Quirrell's turban. "Accio!" He shouted. The turban went flying in the air. Harry ducked and it caught fire when it hit the tall flames.

"NO!" Quirrell shouted angrily. Harry gasped in disgust at what he saw in the mirror. A face was molded into the back of Quirrell's bald head. Voldemort chuckled as he saw the look on Harry's face.

"Scared, Harry?" He asked slyly.

Harry scrunched his nose up and looked away. "Slightly appalled, more like it. Can 'ew' justify what you look like? I was hoping that people joined you because they were superficial, wanted to join a handsome looking chap… I can see I was wrong… they were just stupid."

"Insolent boy!" Voldemort shouted with his raspy, worn-out voice. "You don't know what it's like, living on unicorn's blood! Using a body as a host! And this is your entire fault!"

"What are we, three?" Harry asked in exasperation. "Going schoolyard on me? What would you do if I pulled your pigtails? Oh wait! You don't have pigtails! Cause you're an ugly, old, wrinkly thing!"

"Kill him!" Quirrell leaped from his spot towards Harry. The boy fell as a hands wrapped around his neck. He chocked and his eyes widened as he tried to claw the man's hands away. Quirrell's face twisted in pain as he began to burn. He pulled away, crying aguishly before watching in horror as his hands disintegrated into dust.

"What is this magic?!" He cried.

"Don't stand there, fool! Kill him!" Voldemort commanded. Harry glanced at his hands before advancing towards Quirrell and pushing them onto his face. Quirrell whined like a wounded animal as he tried to move away from Harry, but he was trapped against a wall and the boy wasn't giving up. Voldemort began to shout as well as his host began to slowly die. Harry stumbled backwards and watched Quirrell fall apart into a pile of dust on the ground.

He let out a breath he was holding and pulled the stone out of his pocket. He stared at it, wondering how he had gotten it from the mirror. Movement caught his attention and he watched Voldemort's spirit rise up. Alarmed, he began to run up the stairs, the fire now gone now that the caster was dead, but before he knew it, he fell into unconsciousness and Voldemort escaped.

"You need to stop this Hospital Wing nonsense!" Carlisle laughed when he saw his son waking up. Harry groaned and looked around wearily. "How are you, son?"

"Dad? Did you bring me breakfast?"

Harry heard laughter from his brothers and sisters. "Silly Harry," Alice laughed. "Once I got a vision of you little musketeers following Sevy-poo we got here as fast as we could, but obviously not fast enough. We couldn't get passed Fluffy because Edward didn't bring his piano and none of us can use magic to play an instrument obviously."

"Why are you blaming me for not bringing my piano?!" Edward snapped.

"I resent that horrid name, Mrs. Whitlock," Snape muttered from his bed, calling her by the last name she received in marriage. She grinned cheekily before turning back to her little brother.

"We're really proud of you, Harry," she told him softly.

Esme nodded, stroking his hair with a sweet smile on her face. "But if you get yourself nearly killed again, I'll take away your broom."

"Mom!" he groaned before he remembered something from the night in the chamber. "Wait, wait what happened? The stone? And how did Quirrell burn up like that? Where did Voldemort go? Did I defeat him? What about my friends, are they okay?"

"Calm down, Harry," a new voice laughed. He smiled when he saw Dumbledore at the doorway.

"Albus," Esme started softly. "Now that he's awake would you like to explain just what happened down there?"

"How did I do that to Quirrell?" Albus could see the horror in his eyes as Harry remembered how he killed a man.

"Harry, what you did was necessary. Not only were you protecting yourself, but you were protecting the safety of everyone else," Dumbledore told him firmly. Harry nodded, but it was visible to everyone that he wasn't so sure of himself. "Lily Potter died protecting you that Halloween night many years ago…"

Harry looked up sadly. "What does that have to do with-"

"It has to do with everything, Harry."

"What do you mean, Albus?" Carlisle questioned.

"Lily's unselfish, pure and loving sacrifice provided Harry with an ancient protection against Voldemort. Because of this, you were untouchable to him in the chamber. Professor Quirrell was killed because of it. " Esme continued to stroke Harry's hair as they listened to him.

"How did I get the stone? What happened to it? I was just looking in the mirror and then…"

"And then it was in your pocket?" Albus laughed. "Another one of my genius ideas."

"How humble," Rose joked.

"Those who wanted to find the stone, but not use it, would be able to retrieve it from the mirror. It was why you were able to acquire it. I've spoken to Nicholas Flammel and he has agreed with me. The stone is destroyed so Voldemort will never be able to use it."

"But he'll die!"

"Nicholas has enough elixir to sort his affairs in order. He believes he has lived a full life and that it is time to move on."

"He'll be okay?" Carlisle was proud to hear the caring tone in Harry's voice.

Dumbledore smiled. "He'll be just fine."

~*~

"Of course Slytherin won the house cup again," Ron mimicked Draco. "Would you shut up already? I ought to hex you into oblivion!"

"You know what's even more humiliating?" Draco asked pompously. "We won by only ten points. If I didn't go down to the chamber with you lot, my house would have lost! It's a good thing that I was there to help you through it all. I don't know what would have happened if you were all left alone."

Harry laughed as Ron began turning red with anger. "Times like these makes me wonder why I decided to be your friend," he growled. Hermione pulled Ron back into his seat before he could lunge at the blond.

"Now, now Weasel," Draco smirked. "Play nicely."

"Look at this way, Ron," Harry told him. "We have next year to beat them."

Ron nodded, crossing his arms and looking out the window to see what the train was passing by. "It will be nice to have a quiet, peaceful year," Hermione said. "That'll give us plenty of time to beat the likes of you, Draco," she teased.

"A nice, quiet year," Harry thought. "That'd be nice. This was our first year and we already got into loads of trouble."

"Let's relax and enjoy the summer first," Draco told them. "Why rush into thinking about second year already? It's not like anything's gonna happen."

"And you just jinxed any chance of us having a simple second year," Ron chuckled.