Harley Potter and The Sorcerers Stone
The Girl Who Lived
Chapter Sixteen
Through A Trapdoor and Towards Trials
June 1st
In the years to come Harley Potter would never figure out how she had passed her exams when she continued to think of what life would be like if Voldemort came back into power. She knew, that she had passed her tests with outstanding results, seeing as she had been learning and studying everything she could since the beginning of the year. She had spent a lot of her time in the library reading the different books inside it or spending time with her two best friends, her other dorm mates and the Weasley twins. The eleven year old sat in the Gryffindor Common Room, gazing into the fire as her mind raced. She'd have to go through the trapdoor tonight. After having the misfortune of running across Professor McGongall, when she and Ron had tried to go to the third floor, they had yet again lost points and see back to the Gryffindor Common Room. Adults were of no help what so ever. Her scar gave another pulsing pain as it shot through her head, blurring her eyesight for a moment. She rapidly blinked the tears of pain from her eyes as she stared at the fire that burned bright in the fireplace. She looked to Ron who sat lazily on one of the cushioned chair and then to Hermione who sat with a book propped up on her lap. With a sigh she decided to speak up from the silence. "I'm going through the trapdoor tonight." Hermione's head snapped up from the page she was reading and she turned to look at Harley with wide eyes.
"Harley, you can't! You could get expelled." Hermione's shrill voice stated in panic as she looked to her best friend.
"You don't get Hermione. If Snape gets that stone, Voldemort will come back! Haven't you heard what it was like when he was trying to take over! It won't matter about house points getting taken away or getting expelled. Voldemort will destroy the school or make it into something Dark Art related! Do you really think he'd leave you and your families alone? That he cares about some stupid House Cup? No! If I get caught before getting to the Stone, then, oh well. I'll just be sent back to the Orphanage and wait for my death. Because that's what's going to happen if Snape gets a hold of that stone for Voldemort! I'm going through that trapdoor and nothing you two say will stop me. Voldemort killed my parents, remember?" Harley snapped as glared at her two friends.
"You're right, Harley." Hermione stated in a weak voice.
"I'll use my Invisibility Cloak to get there. I'm just glad I hid it before Professor McGongall saw it." Harley stated, calming down slowly.
"Will it cover all three of us?" Ron questioned her. Harley's eyebrows rose as she looked between her two friends.
"All – All three of us?" She questioned.
"Come of it, Harley. You didn't expect us to let you go alone did you?" Ron questioned his best friends.
"Of course not." Hermione stated briskly. "I should look through my books to see if there's anything we might need."
"But…you two…you'll get expelled too." Harley stated to her two friends.
"Flitwick told me, in secret what I and you got on our exam Harley. I got a hundred and twelve percent. You got something along those lines." Harley eyebrows rose. "They're not about to expel me or you, I'm sure." Hermione stated.
After dinner the group sat in the corner of the Gryffindor Common Room. None of the Gryffindor's had anything to say to Harley. They had said enough already. She looked to Ron and Hermione as they silently sat beside one another. Hermione sat looking through her books once again. Harley sat staring out the window, watching as the sun went down. Ron was leaned against the armchair, looking at the fireplace. The three friends didn't speak to each other. They waited for hours until the last person, Lee Jordan, left the room to head to the boys dormitory, yawning and stretching.
"Best go get your cloak mate." Ron stated, breaking Harley from her deep thoughts. Nodding she stood up from her chair and ran off to her dorm room. Sneaking silently into the dorm room she walked towards her bed, pasting the four other beds beside her. As she reached her bed she bent down on her knees at her trunk and pulled the lid open. With a squeak emitting from it she pulled out her Invisibility cloak hidden in the corner of the trunk. She silently pushed many other things in her trunk as she searched for something. 'Ah Ha.' She thought as she found a small flute in the corner as well. The memory of her taking it from Hagrid flashed in her mind as she held the small item in her hand. Standing to her feet she slowly closed the lid of the trunk with the clunk. Glancing at the other sleeping boys she quickly made her way out of the dorm room and appeared back in the common room.
"Ready?" She questioned her two friends. "We should probably put the cloak on now. We never know if Filch is going to be out near the portrait." She stated. As the three friends made to put the cloak on a voice stopped them.
"What are you doing?" Neville questioned the group. Harley quickly hid her Invisibility behind her back and looked to Neville who had appeared from the staircase. Trevor, who was held in Neville's hand, looked like he was trying to make a break for it.
"Nothing…nothing Neville." Harley quickly replied. She continued to hide her Cloak behind her back as she glanced at her two friends from the corner of her eyes.
"You're going out again." Neville stated to the three guilty faces. He stepped farther into the room, stopping only when he was a few feet away from them. His pajamas were a navy blue color with different color stripes.
"No, no, no. We're not Neville. Why don't you go to bed?" Hermione stated to Neville. Each of them desperately wanted to get the boy to leave so they could go and do what they needed to. Harley looked to the grandfather and noticed the time. They couldn't afford to waste any more minutes arguing between each other. Snape could already be making his way to the stone.
"You can't go out. You'll get caught. Gryffindor can't afford to loose any more points." Neville stated to the three friends as he stood in front of them.
"This is more important than some stupid house cup Neville." Harley snapped.
"I won't let you do it." Neville stated. He rushed in front of the portrait, still holding Trevor in his hands. He quickly set his toad on the armchair and held up his fists. "I'll fight you if I have to." He spoke boldly, though Harley could see he was frightened.
"Neville –" Ron exploded. "Get away from that hole – don't be an idiot." Neville glared at Ron and spoke defensively.
"Don't call me an idiot!" Neville said. "I don't think you should be breaking anymore rules! You were the one who told me to stand up to people!" Ron sighed and shook his head in aggravation.
"Yes, but not to us!" Ron replied back in exasperation. This fight was getting them nowhere. "You don't know what you're doing Neville." Ron stated to their fellow Gryffindor.
"Do something." She whispered in Hermione's ear. Hermione looked to Harley and nodded her head. Seeing as Harley's hands where full with the cloak and flute.
"I'm really, really sorry about this Neville." Hermione stated as she stepped forward. She raised her wand and pointed it at Neville. "Petrificus Totalus!" She cried out. The spell shot forward and hit Neville in the chest. Neville's body stiffened, his arms snapped to his side, his feet snapped forward as he fell forward and onto the floor. Nodding to herself Harley walked past her friends and over to Neville.
"Sorry Neville." She stated, stepping over the boy as she walked out of the Gryffindor Common Room. Ron and Hermione quickly followed. The trio walked through the hallways of the school while remaining covered by the Invisibility Cloak. They had no problems, besides running into Mrs. Norris who just stared at them as they walked by her on the staircase. Once they reached the third floor they noticed Peeves the Poltergeist floating along the hallway. After dealing with him, with Harley making her voice husky like the Barons, they got peeves to run off. "Come on." She dragged her friends towards the door that was already open. Pulling the door open the two of them stepped in. "You two open the trapdoor, I'll keep them asleep." She stated as she pulled out the flute she had taken with her. She raised it to her lips and began to play a slow tune.
"Who's going first?" Ron questioned Harley and Hermione. Harley raised her hand, snapping her fingers she pointed to herself. "You?" He questioned her. She nodded her head.
"Alright. Give the flute to Hermione and then you can go." Ron stated to his friend. Nodding Harley walked over to Hermione and handed her the flute. The short stop off the music caused the three-headed dogs to twitch and begin to stir. As Hermione placed the flute to her lips and began to play, the dogs fell into a deep sleep. Harley walked to the trapdoor and looked down into the pitch-black nothingness.
"Here goes nothing." She stated. "If I call up to you and tell you it's not safe. I want you to run and get Hedwig and send a message to Dumbledore." She ordered. Even if she didn't like adults she knew that Dumbledore, who she respected, could help her. With a deep breath she jumped into the hole. She flew through the air for a moment before landing on something squishy and slimy. "Ugh. It's all right. You can come down!" She hollered up to her friends. Ron soon appeared beside her left and soon after Hermione on her right.
The whole time trying to get through to the Sorcerers Stone had been difficult. After dealing with the Devil Snare, with the help of Harley and Hermione thinking together, they soon walked through another door that held a bunch of fluttering keys. Which lead to Harley having to chase after the weakest one on a broomstick and grab it before throwing it to Hermione who unlocked the door and allowed the three students access to the next room. The room they had entered next was a large chessboard with chest pieces. That was all up to Ron who had successfully allowed them to pass, at his expense in which he had gotten hurt.
Harley walked hurriedly into the next room with Hermione behind her, after leaving an unconscious Ron behind, having let him use her jacket as a pillow on the uncomfortable floor. She froze at the sight of another troll in the room. "Uh oh." She stated. "Move!" She yelled to Hermione, shoving her out of the way the two girls landed on the ground. Hurriedly standing up from the ground she grabbed Hermione's hand and dragged her out of the way of the troll trying to hit the girls. "Think…think." She muttered to herself. She pushed Hermione out of the way again as the club went swinging. It connected to Harley's side, throwing her across the room.
"Harley!" Hermione screamed in panic for her friend. She watched Harley get flung and hit the hard wall and fall to the floor, winded.
"Ugh." Harley groaned as she quickly rolled out of the way of the club hitting her again. She panted for breath as her eyesight blurred. Standing unsteadily to her feet she ran to the other side of the room. She made to push Hermione yet again from getting hit, as the troll swung around and made to throw another hit.
"Harley watch out!" Hermione shouted again. She watched as her best friend was yet again flown across the room as the club in the trolls large hand it her in the side. Harley's back hit the wall as her head flung back and connected to the wall, causing her to collapse on the floor jadedly. Hermione watched with hopelessness at her best friend. 'Think…think.' Hermione chanted in her head as she bounced on the balls of her feet.
"That…that…really hurt." She muttered breathlessly. She pulled out her wand and raised it at the trolls club. As she made to call out the spell the troll swooped her in its hand and held her upside down. "Oh god…not again." Harley moaned with annoyance as blood began to quickly rush to her head and as her ribs pulled uncomfortably. It increasingly felt like Déjà vu.
"Windgardium Leviosa!" The voice of Hermione yelled. The club flung out of the trolls hand and hit him on the head twice, knocking it unconscious. As the troll collapsed to the floor, Harley fell along with it, landing on her back with a loud thump. Hermione swiftly rushed to her friend's side and helped her stand up. Hermione wrapped her arm around Harley's waist, letting the wounded girl put most of her weight onto her best friend.
"We have to keep going." Harley stated to her friend. Hermione looked worriedly to the brave Gryffindor and realized as she helped Harley walk into the next room that her best friend would do anything for her or anyone else she cared about. It made her appreciate her best friend more.
"Come on Harley." Hermione whispered to her friend who seemed to be tiring and going in and out of consciousness. Harley took deep breaths that caused her to wince as bruised and more than likely broken ribs pulled. Her ankle felt like it was on fire as she limped into the next room.
"Do…do you remember a spell…that…that keeps a person awake?" She questioned her friend tiredly. Hermione shook her head worriedly; tears blurred her eyesight at how pale her friend was looking. "Oh…okay." Harley whispered forcing a smile on her lips. "Come on. We're here." Harley stated. The two girls stepped into the middle of a large circular dungeon room. As they walked towards a round table a sudden unordinary fire on both sides of the room appeared. On the side they just walked through purple flames flickered and on the other side of the room they needed to get through it had black flames blocking entrance. "This is Snape's area of expertise." Harley stated looking at the round table filled with potion bottles. The two friends walked forward and over to the table. Harley, still feeling lightheaded ignored the feeling as she looked at the puzzle before her. Picking up a paper she read over it before handing it to Hermione.
"Fascinating. We have to figure out which potion is for what." Hermione stated. She reread it a few times before speaking. "I figured it out." She pointed to the potion near Harley on the far left of the table. "That is for the black flames. That one if the purple flames." Hermione pointed to the far right of the table. Harley reached for the potion near her and picked it up. It was only enough for one person.
"You should go back to Ron." Seeing the look on Hermione's face Harley continued. "No, listen. You're the only one that can get help. Get Ron and grab the brooms from the key room and get help. I'll try and hold Snape off." Harley stated. Hermione's eyesight blurred with tears as she flung herself at her best friend.
"Oh Harley, please be careful. You're the best witch I know." Hermione cried in her friends shoulder. Harley winced at the pain but ignored it as she tried to console the other girl.
"Not as good as you Mione. Now go. We need help." She stated to her friend. Harley gently pushed her away from herself as she looked at the brunette haired and chocolate brown-eyed friend. If there was one thing Harley wasn't comfortable with, it was hugging.
"Good luck Harley." Hermione stated.
"You two Mione." Together, the two friends drank their respect potions and ran opposite directions. Hermione ran from the danger and back to their fallen friend while Harley ran straight towards it, knowingly.
It felts like she drunken ice-cold water as the potion chilled her. All she could see for a few second was black and as she stepped through the black flames and to other side, in the next chamber, she noticed a figure already there.
It wasn't Snape, or even Voldemort.
Dun dun dun!
Nah, I'm kidding. Some of you or all of you that read this story know what's going to happen next, I think.
Anyways, I know this chapter is short and a bit boring, but I'm exhausted from a long day today and just wanted to update.
I really want to finish this story. Tomorrow I defiantly will have this story finished.
Well, I know one part of this is different, the fight scene with the troll. I thought it'd be ironic that Harley fights a troll again because she's protecting Hermione, again.
I found it amusing, I don't know if you all did, but I did. :)
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