The Lord and Lady Phoenix: The Stone Chapter 20: A Magical Talk, a harry potter fanfic

Finally! This chapter has now been rewritten and vastly improved. And now this story has reached the twentieth chapter. Last episode of Lord and Lady Phoenix, Harry and Ginny survived the horrors of Halloween…along with a mountain troll and braved the dangers of Quidditch tryouts. In this episode, Harry and Ginny will meet someone very special…and old.

Find out right now! Read on!

The Lord and Lady Phoenix: The Stone

Chapter Twenty

November rolled in slowly and dramatically. After the fiasco that was the end of October, Harry and Ginny wouldn't be surprised if yet another catastrophe happened to them. It wasn't that they looked for trouble. Trouble usually always found them.

No one knew that two first years were on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. All that was known was two seventh years had been arrested for practicing extremely dangerous dark magic. Some reporters from the Daily Profit camped outside the entrance for two days until the professors reluctantly told them the version known to ninety nine percent of the school.

Harry and Ginny practiced in secret every night, hidden in the shadows. Their captain, Mark was extremely impressed with the talents they possessed, especially at such a young age. He guaranteed that they would have teams begging for them to join once their skills were revealed.

On nights where they did not practice Quidditch, Harry and Ginny instead practiced furthering their knowledge. They spent almost every single, available night in the library. The two had just started the fifth year book of spells last week and had covered the first six chapters since. The golden phoenixes Ardoris and Soleil watched over them in total concealment form Dumbledore. The birds were keeping a lookout incase someone was…up to something. After another half hour of studying, Ardoris said,

'Harry…Ginny? I think you two should head off to bed.' He said telepathically.

'Okay. Okay. We'll get to bed.' Harry appeased the know it all birds. He looked at his best friend. "Ginny?"

The red head looked at him after they put away the last of their books. "Hang on a second. I want to check something." She walked over to the gigantic reference book that showed where every book resided.

"What are you looking for?" He asked her. Ginny, still flipping through the many dusty pages, replied two words through their connected minds.

'The Stone.' She stopped abruptly on page one thousand eight hundred and sixty five. She ran her finger down the dozens of faded names. Finally, she stopped. One second passed. The next the enormous, old book was snapped shut and Ginny rushed off. Harry, Ardoris, and Soleil rushed after her. Had it not been for her red mane of hair flying round the corners, they would have lost her in the maze of bookshelves.

After a long hunt, the found the petite girl clutching a tiny black book. The dust on in was layered in dust. It could have been layered atop each other for hundreds of years. Her eyes were fixed on one certain spot.

'Harry,' Ginny squeaked through their minds. 'This is it.'

'What's it?' He and both of the birds asked along with the ancient elders hidden away inside their minds.

'The…Sor…' she stuttered. She took a deep breathe. Emerald eyes clashed with chocolate ones concerning what could be a matter of life or death. 'The Sorcerer's Stone.' She thought quietly.

'NO!' The elders screamed from the depths of their imaginations. Harry and Ginny jumped at the outburst.

'Your serious.' Harry thought to her. Both of them knew the answer already. She could only nod her head gravely. 'Yes. Look here.'

He walked over to her and gazed at the barely legible ink atop the moth eaten pages. The picture next to the words did nothing but confirm their suspicions. It was an exact match to the stone they had won from the mirror hidden miles beneath the Cerberus.. The stone now placed in Harry's trunk.

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Albus Dumbledore walked down his secret passageway to bypass all the spells and enchantments cast to protect the stone. He needed to move the mirror to its temporary home. He entered the last room and gazed down the stairs and into the mirror. He saw his heart's desire through the glass and placed a shaking, wrinkled hand against the cool material.

'No,' he thought, calming himself. 'Soon. Very…very soon.' He pulled out his wand and tapped the Mirror of Erised. One second later, the fires had extinguished and the room was barren.

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Harry and Ginny walked inside of Harry's trunk. Ginny was amazed at how much space was on the inside. She had read about magical trunks, but this!

Harry led Ginny and the phoenixes over to the Library.

"Well? Where's the stone?" Ginny asked him. He smirked at her. "Think about when we met."

Ginny thought back. What had happened? She searched her past. Then she remembered. She reached for a certain book, the one Harry had been reading when they crashed into each other. She looked amongst the many books. She felt drawn to a certain one. She reached up and pulled out a brown, leather bound one. One the cover, written in curly writing, was the words, Waldo the Great.

At once, a pedestal rose out from the floor beside them. Atop it was a small, wooden box with a rusty lock attached.

"I put a blood magic charm on the box. Only a Potter can open it. Anyone else and they would be seriously humiliated, should they ever be able to leave my trunk." Harry explained.

'What would happen?' Godric asked, curious at what humiliation his descendent could come up with.

"Should anyone open the box, you'll find out. Ginny, promise me you will not come near that box."

"I promise." Ginny answered.

"Good. Now then…" Harry scraped his finger against the hard wood of the box and placed a few drops of blood onto the rusty lock. The box opened slowly, inside was a tiny, blood-red stone.

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Albus appeared in his office. He had just placed the mirror inside the small room. He walked over to one of the many closets lining the large, circular room. Inside one of these was a very peculiar magical object. It was this very object that Albus was pertaining over. Christmas was only one month away and would be the perfect excuse to give the object to the boy.

The boy, being immature and carefree like all eleven year olds are, would use it and sneak around the castle. He, being subtle, would guide the boy to the chamber that he would place the mirror. He would slowly lead the boy to want to find out more about the Stone. The idiot, Hagrid, would easily babble about Nicolas Flamel and the stone.

'Yes,' The headmaster thought. 'My plan is foolproof.'

Had only the headmaster check the mirror, would he have known that the stone was missing.

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Harry and Ginny were now eating in the great hall. They were, as usual, the first there. Not even the teachers were awake yet. What was not usual, was Hermione and Neville up at five in the mourning. The two Gryffindors had been asked by their Ravenclaw friends to join them in the great hall really early in the mourning to discuss something of utmost importance.

As usual, the Phoenixes kept a watchfully, invisible eye on things from high above.

Hermione yawned and then said, "Hey guys. So what's so important that we need to discuss it at five in the mourning?"

"One sec Hermione." Ginny said. She and Harry pulled out their wands and cast the usual spells to prevent anyone from overhearing them. Hermione and Neville rolled their eyes. They were used to Harry and Ginny casting their "bubble" for all private conversations.

"Okay, now can you two tell us what's going on before I fall asleep?" Neville asked with a smile on his face.

Harry and Ginny began explaining what had happened concerning the Stone. They had already told their friends about the secret passage and the mirror. When they finished, Hermione's and Neville's eyes almost popped out of their heads.

"HE'S HIDING A SORCERER'S STONE FROM DARK WIZARDS IN A SCHOOL FULL OF STUDENTS!" Hermione screeched. Had the "bubble" not been cast, every window in the great hall, and quite possibly Hogwarts, would have been shattered.

"Yes. He is." Harry said quietly, his hands still clamped over his ears from his friend's impossibly loud voice.

"And he thinks no one will be the wiser?" Neville asked.

"Yep. Pretty much." Ginny replied.

"And to think I used to look up to the git!" Hermione raged, although much, much quieter than before.

"But what we don't know, is his motivation for putting the stone in a school." Harry said.

"We know he wants Harry under his control. But what is the point of having Harry go through all those stupid challenges?" Ginny asked.

"Maybe to see how powerful Harry is." Neville suggested. "But we have the advantage since he doesn't know we've already gotten the stone. Hey…Harry?"

"Yes?"

"I know you want privacy from everyone and everything, but can we lower the shields for a couple of seconds so the elves can give us some food to eat? I don't know about you guys, but I am starving."

"Me too." Ginny added.

"Okay. But for only a few seconds. I want to tell you guys something else."

"Thanks Harry." Neville said.

He and Ginny lowered the shields and soon the elves came carrying trays full of food. After thanking the creatures, the bubble was quickly cast once again. They were happily munching away as Harry brought up the next topic.

"I'm suspicious about Quirrel. There's something off about him." Harry started.

"What do you mean?" Ginny asked.

"Every single D.A.D.A. class when I look at him, my scar starts burning."

"Do you think it might have something to do with You Know Who?" Hermione asked, remembering how she read about that dark night when the Dark Lord vanished.

"I think so. Ginny, remember when we were spying on Dumbledore last week?" Harry asked her.

"Yeah. He was talking about the dark lord in the present tense!" The red head realized.

"So…he's still alive?" Neville asked.

"Dumbledore never truly said it, but he kept talking to himself about using me to get to You Know Who." Harry recalled.

"So what does this have to do with Professor Quirrel?" Hermione asked, her voice shaking a bit.

"I'm not completely sure. But one time I heard Professor Quirrel talking with someone when I was passing the D.A.D.A. Room." Harry remembered. "I stopped and listen when I heard him say master. He sounded scared about something. Terrified. He kept apologizing and begging this master for forgiveness for his failure. It was like his life was depending on some mission or something. I didn't hear anyone else in the room talking." Harry paused. "I hid myself when he left the room, his face was twitching severely."

"Doesn't it always?" Neville joked.

"I mean, seriously…way more than normal. It was like he had just been tortured or something. After he left, I looked inside, no one was there." Harry corrected himself.

"So what your saying is Quirrel might be possessed or something?" Ginny asked.

"I think so. There definitely was not anyone else in that room but Quirrel kept calling him master. Hagrid was talking to someone else when McGonagal and I walked over to him in Diagon Alley. I think they were talking about You Know Who. He said this exactly, "Some say he died. Codswallop in my opinion. I don' reckon there was enough human left for him to die."

"So what's left of You Know Who from that night, is possessing Professor Quirrel right now!" Hermione shrieked.

"It makes sense." Neville said. "Why else would Quirrel call someone master when there isn't anyone in the room? And sharing a mind with someone for this long is sure to do something to you."

Harry and Ginny looked at each other nervously for a second.

"Yeah." Harry agreed.

"Especially with someone as twisted as that." Ginny commented.

"Of course. Since You Know Who cast the spell that rebounded, it might've created a connection between you two! That could be why you scar hurts every time you see Professor Quirrel! I wonder if You Know Who knows about this connection."

A void of silence washed over all of them. The students, the phoenixes, as well as the elders. If that was true, Lord Voldemort could have access to thousands and possibly millions of years of knowledge. All he had to do was break into either Harry's or Ginny's mental wall and he could…he would…

"We can't let him know about the access!" Harry shouted.

"It would be catastrophic!" Ginny screamed.

And then, Hermione asked the question all of them were silently thinking.

"So…what do we do now?"

"We need to find out as much as possible about this stone." Neville said.

"I've got it right here." Harry said, pulling the stone casually out of his pocket. The others stared at it. It didn't look that important, but looks were always deceiving.

Ginny pulled out the book that held info on the stone from her book bag. She opened to a page she had dog eared.

"The Sorcerer's Stone can turn any metal into pure gold and produces the elixir of life, when drunken regularly will make one self immortal." Ginny read.

"It all fits!" Neville exclaimed. You Know Who would use the stone to come back to life, to become strong again."

"But it is not the best way to come back. He would be solely dependent on the stone." Hermione thought out loud.

"If someone stole it or it was destroyed, he would die again…or rather revert back to what little bit of life he is right now.

Silence once again washed over the group. Before they could continue, footsteps of the early rising staff and students could be heard above. Our group decided to continue their conversation later.

The bubble went down not two seconds before Albus Dumbledore walked into the hall.

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Albus had many talents. He was extremely intelligent, he was cunning, and he was the most powerful sorcerer in the entire world. And despite his infinite achievements, he was not satisfied. Despite the vast collection of knowledge he had…collected…there were still things that eluded his grasp.

The main issue was that boy "Stone." There was no record alive that mentioned any wizarding family named Stone. The boy's powers rivaled even his own! He had to find a way to place the boy under his control.

The boy could even possibly be the heir of Merlin. If he were, Albus could kill two birds with one stone.

For the most part, all was going according to plan. Severus still was acting on the rivalry with James Potter. The Stone was secure. The cloak would be given to the boy on Christmas. Quirrel was unsuspecting. And soon, very soon, the boy would go down the trapdoor and face Voldemort.

He entered the Great Hall. There sat those four students. All seemed normal.

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Far on the outskirts in the woods, in a small cottage, an very, very old man was reading the mourning paper. All was calm. Then, the doorbell rang.

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Challenges

1. Which member of the staff will find out about the stone first?

2. What will happen at the Flamel house?