Chapter 4: Suspended

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Portions of this chapter are copied directly from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.

'Thoughts"

May 22, 1992

Harry sat down to eat dinner after a long day of exams, as he looked up to the staff table and saw Dumbledore was not present. Assuming today was the day Quirrell will go after the stone Harry quickly rose out of his seat and exited the great hall.

Harry swiftly made his way to the third floor corridor. When he got there he quickly hit fluffy with a sleeping spell and went through the trapdoor, landing on the devil's snare. He quickly ignited his wand tip and proceeded to the room of flying keys,he quickly fired off a blasting curse at the door and walked through.

Inside the next room sat a giant chessboard. The black pieces on the far side, Harry quickly shot a reducto at the black king; blasting it apart and walked into the next room.

When he walked through the door he smelt a putrid odor; and all of a sudden a massive troll came lumbering towards him.

"Sectumsempra," Harry yelled.

His spell hit the troll in the shoulder leaving a long gash in its shoulder, its arm nearly severed. Harry quickly fired off another cutting curse, slitting the trolls throat. He then progressed into the next room.

Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind,

Two of us will help you, which ever you would find,

One among us seven will let you move ahead,

Another will transport the drinker back instead,

Two among our number hold only nettle wine,

Three of us are killers, waiting hidden in line.

Choose, unless you wish to stay here forevermore,

To help you in your choice, we give you these clues four:

First, however slyly the poison tries to hide

You will always find some on nettle wine's left side;

Second, different are those who stand at either end,

But if you would move onward, neither is your friend;

Third, as you see clearly, all are different size,

Neither dwarf nor giant holds death in their insides;

Fourth, the second left and the second on the right

Are twins once you taste them, though different at first sight.

Harry quickly read through the riddle, and grabbed the smallest bottle in order to proceed. He downed the contents, set the bottle back on the shelf and watched as it refilled itself. He then turned towards the black flames, before his vision went blurry, did he drink the wrong one? He sunk to the floor unconscious.

Quirrel entered the potions room, where he saw Harry lying on the floor. 'Foolish boy drank the poison.' He too read through the riddle and drank from the smallest bottle, before immediately succumbing to unconsciousness. Voldemort's spirit seeing the likelihood of being caught, fled the host's body.

Dumbledore and Snape entered the potions room, what they saw shocked them. Professor Quirrell and Harry Potter were both lying on the floor unconscious.

"Severus give Quirinus the antidote, so we can find out what really happened," Dumbledore ordered.

Snape quickly complied and woke Quirrell up.

"Quirinus what happened here?" Dumbledore asked.

""I-I-I saw Po-Potter enter the corridor, so I-I tried to follow him. I confronted him here, and he forced a p-potion down my throat. I-I thought I w-was going to d-die."

"You did a very brave thing Quirinus, we realized someone would try to steal the stone, so we replaced all the potions with draught of living death," Dumbledore said warmly.

"Incarcerous," Dumbledore said.

Thick brown ropes, shot out of the elder wand and wrapped themselves around Harry.

"Severus administer the antidote and let's see what he has to say."

Snape sneered before he grabbed Harry's face, and yanked his jaw open. Keeping a bruising grip on his face he poured the purple potion down Harry's throat. As Harry came to, he began to cough and splutter wildly.

"What do you have to say for yourself," Potter Snape sneered.

"Sir someone was trying to steal the stone." Harry said.

Snape snorted.

"Yeah- you."

"No sir, it was Quirrell," Harry pleaded.

Quirrell shifted nervously where he was standing. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.

"And do tell, why Professor Quirrell would want to steal the stone?" Dumbledore asked.

"He wants to give it to Voldemort, so he can come back."

Harry, seeing the disbelieving looks on their face's added:

"He's on the back of his head sir, under his turban.' "Please check sir," Harry pleaded.

"This is preposterous, you don't actually believe this do you?" "He's worse then his father." Snape said in clear disbelief.

Dumbledore sighed, as Snape looked at Harry incredulously.

"Very well, Harry we will humor you." " But if you are wrong you will be even more severely punished." Dumbledore warned.

"Quirinus if you would,"

"O-Of course Albus." Quirrel stuttered.

Quirrell removed his turban to find a perfectly normal head underneath.

"Potter!" Snape roared

"What is the meaning of this?"

"Harry because of wandering into strictly forbidden areas, attempted murder, and false accusations against a member of the staff. 250 points from Slytherin." Dumbledore said heatedly.

Snape's jaw dropped, making the punishment almost worth it.

"You will also be suspended for the remainder of the term. I will take you home tomorrow."

"But- sir."

"No buts, Harry you're lucky you are not expelled."

Harry sighed.

"Yes sir." Harry said meekly.

"Good, Severus will bring you to your dormitory."

A/N: That is the end of year one, we will have one chapter for the summer and then it will be on to year two and Ginny's sorting. Next chapter will have short scenes from Harry, Ginny and Quirrell's POV.

Sorry this took so long I've recently had another story idea. It is similarly a time travel fic, although in this one Harry and Ginny go back in time together at the cost of their magic. Can two squibs change the future for the better? Would this be something you would want to read?

I've also been thinking about the prophecy of canon. I find it dumb how Dumbledore believed only Harry could defeat Voldemort. There are approximately 40 different calendars. Meaning the saviour could have been born as the seventh month dies according to any calendar. The mark could easily be a poorly healed cut delivered from Voldemort or even a dark mark. Defied only means openly resist as well, it doesn't have to be too his face. This widens the range of candidates to an insane amount.

Anyways I hope you enjoyed year one, thank you for reading.