Harley Potter And The Sorcerers Stone

The Girl Who Lived

Chapter Eleven

Days Filled With Thoughtless Adventures

"Albus, you can not just let the girl remain in the boys dorm. It's not allowed. She shouldn't be getting special treatment." Minevra McGongall stated firmly. The older woman stood before the Headmasters desk. It had been two weeks since the Headmaster and Harley Potter had spoken. The headmaster's office was a large circular room with many windows and many portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses. Portraits of the immediate predecessor of the current headmaster or headmistress hung behind the head's desk as well as on the walls. The office was decorated with a number of spindly tables upon which was set delicate looking silver instruments that whirred, and emitted small puffs of smoke. In another entryway that led into another room was an incredible collection of books, which made up Dumbledore's private library. A Pensive was hidden behind a wall that would appear by a touch of a stone on the flooring. Fawkes, the Phoenix sat perched upon his usual spot. The office, which resided in the Tower above the Entrance Courtyard, looked over the ground of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore, who sat at his desk looked up from trying to un-stick two lemon drops. His bright blue eyes showed knowledge of many years and sparkled with amusement at the Transfiguration Professor. "My dear Minerva. I see nothing wrong with Ms. Potter rooming with the boys." The older man explained with a calm smile. A cheerful look crossed his face as he finally unstuck the lemon drops. "Finally. It takes far too long to get these candies apart." Albus stated with a shake of his head. Minerva watched the man with a ludicrous look. How could he be worrying about candy? When they had an issue with Harley Potter rooming with the boys.

"Albus...can you forget about your candy and come back to the conversation? We need to deal with this professionally." Minevra huffed. She only ever lost her cool around Dumbledore. Which, anyone would with how slightly weird and wonderful the older man could be at times.

"Hmm...Oh yes. Ms. Potter will be perfectly fine in the dorm rooms with the boys. It seems she's made friends with a certain Mr. Weasley among other boys in her dorm room." Albus stated with a pleasant smile. "I believe she's become friends with Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas and Neville Longbottom. She's also become friends with Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, Oliver Wood and the Weasley Twins." The older Headmaster remarked as he popped one of the lemon drops into his mouth.

"There are many reasons why I'm allowing her to remain in the boys dorm room Minerva. For she'll need her friends in the future." Dumbledore stated firmly and slightly mysteriously. He popped the second lemon drop in his mouth and a sour look crossed his face at the taste. "Never did get use to the taste." The headmaster muttered to himself. McGongall sighed and rubbed her forehead with an annoyed and tired look on her face.

"Albus. You have to do something about this." The Head of Gryffindor demanded. Albus looked at her over his spectacles with a raise of his eyebrow.

"My dear Minerva. As I said before, there is a reason why I allowed Ms. Potter to remain in the boy's dorm room. For reasons, I am not going to divulge. There is simply no need to." Albus spoke slowly, as if speaking to a young child. He leaned back in his comfortable chair and placed his hands over his stomach. Popping another lemon drop in his mouth he sucked on it as he waited for the Professor to speak.

"I...I understand Albus, as much as I dislike the idea. I will allow Harley to remain in the Gryffindor Boys Dorm room for the rest of her schooling." Minerva stated with defeat. There was simply no fighting or arguing with Albus Dumbledore. Especially when the older man made up his mind.

"Splendid." Dumbledore stated with a smile on his aging face. "Did you know the Weasley twins have been concocting a rather interesting prank?" Dumbledore stated with a thoughtful look as he pulled the bowl of lemon drops toward him and picked up another lemon drop with a curious expression. "It's amazing how Muggles make things without magic isn't it?" He questioned rhetorically.

McGongall made no move to reply and just shook her head at the older wizard. The aging woman turned on her heel and walked out of the room. Her green and black wizarding robes swayed and fluttered behind her as she made her way out of the office. Opening the door and shutting it behind her she made her way down the steps of the Gargoyle and to her office. After McGongall left the room Dumbledore turned to Fawkes the Phoenix with a friendly small smile. "Well my friend. It seems everything's going as it should." Dumbledore stated with a smile. "Yes. Everything's going just fine." Leaning back into his chair again, he closed his eyes as he dozed off for a small nap.

October 29th

The next few weeks passed by in a blur. No Quidditch match had been made yet. Which was perfectly okay with Harley. She'd rather try and concentrate on her classes and then practice Quidditch afterwards. The school, unknown to everyone else, hadn't figured out she was on the team, even after getting a broomstick. Of course, Oliver Wood was eager to act like it was his so no one would become suspicious of a first year having a new broom, though only her close friends new the truth. Harley sat in the large library. Madam Prince was watching her closely as usual. The older woman seemed to trust no one. Running her hands through her hair Harley flipped through the many books in front of her with thought. She was learning everything she possibly could. Already, she was on a level a third year should be.

Maybe even higher from how much she spent reading about new Spells, Potions and much more other things. The young girls eyes continued to stray towards the Forbidden Section of the library. It was almost calling her to look in its unorthodox books. She bit her lip as she stared at the locked and cage like door. Shaking her head of the creeping thoughts in her mind she looked back at the newspaper with the headline that showed vault 713 had been broken into. She still wondered with interest what was so important that Hagrid had taken it out and a few weeks later, it gets broken into. Shaking her head once again she felt a headache begin to form. She went to go back to reading her books when a voice spoke. "Ms. Potter." Harley jumped in her seat and turned to look at Madam Prince with a smile that showed nervousness.

"Yes?" She questioned politely. The older woman looked down at the girl before taking a seat across from her. The woman crossed her legs and folded her hands together, setting them on the table.

"I noticed for the last ten minutes you have been looking at the Forbidden Section. With an almost dreamy look." The librarian stated lightly. She didn't want to anger or make Harley defensive or anything. "May I ask why?" The elder woman questioned kindly. Her beady coffee colored eyes looked Harley over closely. Almost suspecting that she had some foul reasons.

"I'm just fascinated with all types of magic Madam Prince. Even if its dark magic. I'm trying to learn everything possible." Harley stated with a small smile. Her eyes strayed over to the guarded section that was blocked with a fence again. She couldn't help it. She was curious to know what was locked away from other students.

"You remind me of a boy that use to go here years before you did." Madam Prince began; her gaze looked over to the Forbidden Section and then back to Harley. "He was like you. Fascinated with magic and learning everything he could. When he became older, around his sixth year, he asked permission to look through the Forbidden Section. Of course, I allowed him to." The woman stated with a sigh. "He had a signed permission slip of course." The lady of the library stated. Madam Prince looked at Harley closely and spoke. "Perhaps, I'll allow you to as well, if you get a permission slip from a teacher." Before Harley could reply back, the older woman stood from the desk and walked back to her desk. Leaning against her chair in surprise the young girl shook her head and stood. Grabbing a few books she walked out of the library.

"Harley my girl!" Twin voices chorused in sync. Harley raised a black eyebrow with mirth. Her bright emerald green eyes glimmered in the light from the Gryffindor Common Room as she looked between the Weasley twins who were taller than her by a foot or two. Standing at above six foot. There messy orange red hair fell into their faces as they looked down at the young girl. Both of their bright blue eyes shinned. No freckles adorned their pale skin. She could tell they where muscular from the t-shirt they wore. Making her wondering just how much they exercised. Or if it was all from Quidditch games and practices. Seeing, as they were beaters on the Gryffindor team.

"What's got you two in a riot?" The raven-haired girl questioned with a chuckle at the equal goofy smiles on the boys faces.

"Just glad to see you." Began Fred or George.

"And that we need a bit of help -"

"Nothing to serious -"

"Just a bit of mischief." The twins finished together. Harley shook her head with a laugh. Her face showed her dimples as she smiled a truly happy smile.

"Really now?" She asked in a fit of amusement. "Just a bit of mischief?" She questioned mockingly as she tried to keep a straight face.

"It's a prank-" They started again. "On the old slimy git Snape and his Slytherin's. It'll happen later in the weeks, of course." Harley thought this over for a moment. She did need a bit of fun, and what better way than by a prank? She couldn't think of any other way, besides playing Qudditch.

"Alright. I'm in." She announced. Causing identical smiles of triumph to cross the twin's faces.

Later that night, Harley and Ron snuck out of the Gryffindor Common Room. They made their way out of the portrait entryway when they noticed Neville Longbottom fast asleep besides the portrait of the Fat Lady, who was nowhere to be seen. "Neville?" Harley questioned. The sound of her voice snapped the boy awake, causing him to look around.

"Oh, thank god. I've been out here for hours!" The forgetful boy exclaimed. Ron made to open his mouth to speak when the portrait opened and then quickly swung shut. Hermione Granger stood before the three of them with a distrustful look on her face. Her eyes squinted into a glare as she looked between the two boys and girl.

"You aren't going are you?" Demanded the girl. She had heard the two friends over talking about heading to the third corridor to see what was up there.

"Of course we are. We want to know what's up there." Ron replied. Grabbing hold of Harley's arm he began to drag her down the stairs and towards the third floor. Harley stumbled after her friend, cursing his unnatural strength for a first year.

"Oi, watch it mate. I'm not some bloody rag doll I'll have you know." She stated indignantly. Ron rolled his eyes and realized his tight grasp and dropped her arm. Harley rubbed her arm with a squint of her eyes. "Bloody prat." She muttered causing Ron to snort.

"Wanker." Ron retorted with a smirk.

"Git." Harley replied.

"Blooming bint." Ron stated with a twinkle of blue eyes.

"Eejit." Harley smirked, her own green eyes lightening up. Her bright emerald green eyes twinkled liked the stars as the two friends continued their playful banter. Ron made to reply when Neville ran up to them.

"Don't leave me!" Neville exclaimed. Harley and Ron glanced at each other with annoyance as Neville scampered after the two. "The Bloody Baron came by twice. I'm not seeing him again." Neville exclaimed with a frightened look.

"Wait for me!" Hermione called. Running after the three roommates she followed after them.

"Look what you made me do!" Ron exclaimed angrily.

"Hahaha!" Harley laughed with a little dance. "I won this round." Harley remarked with a nod of her head. Ron glared at the two students that followed them as they made their way towards the third floor.

"Not bloody fair." Ron grumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest and glared down the hallway. He always had been a sore loser. Ignoring her pouting best friend she glanced over her shoulder and at her fellow Gryffindors.

"You can go back you know." Harley hinted to the two following figures as they hurriedly rushed down the hallway.

"I'd rather not." Neville replied nervously as he glanced around the hallway.

"I couldn't go back even if I wanted to. The Fat Lady isn't in her portrait." Hermione replied to Harley and Ron with a know-it-all attitude. Biting their tongues Harley and Ron walked quicker down the hallway as Hermione and Neville hurried to follow after them.

The group of four swiftly walked through hallways and staircases, trying to reach the third floor. Their footsteps slapped and echoed in the dark. They tried to walk as quietly as they possibly could but it was almost impossible, for each step they took echoed against the stonewalls in the corridor. As the four Gryffindors finally reached the hallway they were supposed to find on third floor, they find nothing. Of course, they didn't realize it was the second and not third floor. "Should we go back?" As the question left the girls lips the sound of footsteps and purring reached the groups ears.

"Oh no. Someone must have over heard us!" Hermione panicked from behind Harley and Ron. The two best friends glanced at each other with a groan of annoyance.

"Someone earlier today must have heard Ron and I talking and gave word to Filch and Mrs. Norris to get us in trouble. Run!" Harley snapped. Turning on her heel she made her way through hallways. Her footsteps thumped again the floor as she made her way away from the hallway. She had lost herself in the maze of hallways as she tried to get away from the corridor on the second floor. She could distantly hear Ron, Neville and Hermione following after her as their footsteps slapped against the stone floor. Quickly, Harley slid to a stop and tried to catch her breath. She had unknowingly stopped before a door that was locked tight. "Are...are they...coming?" The girl gasped out as the other three first years reached her at last.

"Do you hear that Ms. Norris?" The voice of Filch questioned from down the hallway. Harley stood straighter and looked around the hallway for an escape. 'How in the bloody hell had they reached them already?' Harley thought to herself with wide eyes. "Where can we hide?" Harley panted with a tight feeling in her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Behind you!" Hermione gasped, pointing at the barley seen door. Giving the door a tug she realized it was locked.

"Alohamora!" Exclaimed Harley as she wiped out her wand. The door unlocked with a click and swung foreword with a groan. Grabbing the door handle the raven-haired girl swung it open even more and ushered everyone inside. Closing the door behind her she looked to see her three companions frozen in fear and shock as they stared up at something in front of them. "Wha..." The raven-haired girl stopped speaking, her eyes widened with disbelief as she faced a stirring three-headed dog. The large heads began to blink as their eyes flickered opened. Glancing around the room the head's noses sniffed and caught scent of the children. Turning to look at the first years, the three-headed dog stood slowly up from the stone flooring in the large room. Saliva dripped down their chins as it looked between the four students. Harley's gaze looked around the room, looking at the large room the dogs where in. She noticed, indistinctly underneath the three-headed dogs paws, was a locked wooden trapped door. At the sound of the dogs growling it brought Harley out of her thoughts.

"HAAA!" The group screamed in horror. Turning on her heel Harley slammed the third floor door open and jumped out. The other three students quickly followed and helped to push the door shut as the three-headed dog snapped its jaw through the doorway. The four of them pushed all their body weight into the door as they tried to shut it and keep the furious looking dogs mouths. Finally the door slammed shut and caused a sigh of relief to release from the four first year students.

"Lets...head back." Harley suggested to the three other students. They all nodded silently, still in shock at what they just saw and followed after the raven-haired girl as she walked down the hallway towards the seventh floor.

"Did any of you notice what that thing was standing on?" Harley questioned in a mumur as the four first years walked through the common room and towards the dorm room. Ron and Neville shook their heads, having not paid much attention to anything else besides the very strange three-headed dog.

"It was standing over a trap door." Hermione supplied as she walked beside the other three students.

"Exactly. What could it be hiding?" Harley questioned with thought as she looked between Hermione, Ron and Neville. Neville, who was pale white and shaking, spoke up, his voice in a stutter, but quiet.

"I...I d-don't know. I-I'm going to g-go to b-bed." Without another word the frightened eleven year old brushed by Harley and ran up the stairs to the Boys Dorm rooms. Harley glanced over her shoulder with a raise of her eyebrow at the boy's obvious fright.

"All I know mate...is I'm tired and we have classes tomorrow. I'm heading to bed too." Ron stated before walking around Harley and up the staircase. "I'll see you up there." Ron remarked as he jogged up the stairs, disappearing from sight. Harley sighed and looked at Hermione who looked frazzled and nervous as her hair fell over her shoulders and into her face. Glancing around the dark common room Harley's mind rushed with thoughts of what could be hidden underneath the trapped door that had to be guarded by a three-headed dog.

"Harley..." Hermione hesitantly began as she looked at the slightly taller girl who looked deep in thought. Harley snapped out of her thoughts and looked to the bushy haired brunette.

"Yeah Hermione?" Harley questioned.

"You...you should forget about it for now. There's a reason why the teachers don't want us to know. It'll just lead you to trouble if you start something that isn't even started." Hermione stated smartly. An intelligent glimmer in her eyes made the browness of them sparkle. Not waiting for Harley to remark, Hermione turned on her heel and made her way up the stairs. "Goodnight!" She called over her shoulder, before leaving Harley in the darkness.

Harley rubbed her forehead in thought as she gave a sigh of defeat. Maybe Hermione was right. Maybe there was no reason to start something that didn't need to be started. Then again, as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat, but this curious girl, wasn't going to get killed. All she wanted was some answers. With a determined nod, she pushed away Hermione's advice to the back of her mind and made her way slowly up the staircase. Her mind wandered with thoughts on how she should start her little investigation on what the teachers could possibly be hiding. 'I'll figure it out some way. I mean, once you discover something you know nothing about, you have to learn more about it.' She thought to herself with a yawn. Harley rubbed her eyes with her thumb and pointer figure underneath her glasses as her eyes burned with sleep. "I'll start looking in a few days." She decided with a nod of her head. Opening the dorm room silently she slipped inside and slowly shut the door with a click. The eleven year old stumbled to her bed and collapsed on top of the four-poster bed with a sigh of content. She made no move to undress or take of her glasses as she fell asleep and soon was encased in her usual nightmare.

Chapter Eleven is finished...finally.

I should be done with this story soon. I just have a few more chapters left.

Well, we discovered another interesting trait of Harley's, she's very curious and stubborn. Not that, that's a surprise or anything.

After I finish re-editing this story I'll work on re-editing the second story and then start on Harley's third year. I'm excited about third year. I've been waiting forever to finish these two so I can start on my next stories.

R&R like usual! I love getting feed back on my stories.

Your Writer,

TheWeepingRaven