There goes a month

*Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry*September 15*

"So you have bullies harassing you for hanging out with me" Harry stated more than asked.

He and Terry Boot, one of the few people of the school he could say was a friend, other than the twins, Lisa and Blaize, were sitting in one of the many hidden ways that littered the school, the one that connected the aqueduct courtyard with the boathouse.

"Only on our year, the girl Su Li, she rarely ever asks for help, but when she does, her Chinese friend and her friend's friend, Cho Chang and Marietta Edgecomb, get involved" Terry replied, "It wasn't so bad a week ago, but then you got potions and messed with Snape and it all went to hell"

"So you want me to probably humiliate my oldest friend to stop them" Harry hummed, "I'll do you one better, a week from now, I'll tell you the time, you let me in to your common room and save you all the humiliation, how about that?"

"Thank you Harry" and Terry meant it.

"Whatever for a friend" Harry soot up and made his way back to the courtyard, maybe he could humiliate someone at cobblestones.

*Headmaster's Tower*The next day*

It had taken him a while of silent inquires, discreet misleading and personal research, but he finally managed to find the Headmaster's office, and he was there for a reason.

There was one problem.

He did not know how to enter the tower.

Lily had said that he should have made questions about the password, but he had not listened to her, and now he was standing in front of a gargoyle that had an amused look in its stone eyes, somehow overcoming the fact that it was a stone construct.

"I have to go with the headmaster, I don't know the password," Harry told the gargoyle, "If I were older I would threaten you with a blasting curse, but I have not the power nor the knowledge to use it, so if you could please step aside"

"Do you really have to talk to it like that?" Lily asked him as the raven-haired boy waited for the gargoyle to move.

'It is standing in the way, and I need dad's cloak' Harry replied, 'Otherwise I won't be able to sneak into Ravenclaw'

"And will you really humiliate the girls? Harry, I have raised you better than this" Lily was not so much as angry, more like she was annoyed that he had decided to take matter upon his hands.

'It will be nothing mayor, green hair and the face of an Oompa loompa' Harry paused for a second, still waiting for the gargoyle to move, 'Maybe one of the songs too, I'm pretty good at compulsions'

"You take too much after your father" Lily sighed.

'In this case I'll take it as a complement' Harry smiled, both because of what his mother said and because the gargoyle had finally moved from the archway into the Headmaster's tower.

Going up the spiralling stairs, thinking on why he seemed to go faster than average, Harry thought on how he would word everything so the headmaster would not do anything to limit his access to the cloak.

He could always say that as Heir Potter he was reclaiming a heirloom, but that would probably only help him get in the headmaster's bad graces, something he would try to avoid unless necessary.

After a trek that should have lasted much more, as he doubted that five flights of stairs could be climbed in less than a minute.

Coming up to the door that led into the Headmaster's office, Harry hesitated to knock, still trying to come up with what to say, finally knocking after two more minutes.

"Enter!" Came the voice of Albus Dumbledore almost as soon as Harry knocked for the first time, not giving him any time to knock a second time.

Steeling his nerves, the boy opened the door and stepped forward into the office, his eyes widening almost as soon as he caught a glimpse of the office.

Trinkets of all colours, some poofing, others whirling and most of them doing some kind of noise; maps of all around the world of many kinds, some with lights, other with colours that could have been regions of the area; books of many sizes, some as small as his hand and others as big as his chest (how could anybody carry a book that big?) all in groups of subject.

To top it off, the old headmaster sat in a throne-like chair, papers littering the desk in piles and a majestic, red-orange bird sleeping in a golden perch that quite fit the general image of the office.

"Ah, Mister Potter, what brings you here?" The wizened old wizard asked Harry.

"Yes, erh, well," Harry cleared his throat as his words caught in it, then started again, "Well, you see sir, in one of the letters that my dad left in his vault, he wrote that he was planning on leaving his invisibility cloak to you, so you could study it while I grew up"

The headmaster looked at him curiously, his eyes twinkling every once in a while, as if he was trying to discover why would Harry want it, other than obvious of having it at hand, "He did give it to me a few months before his demise, just two weeks after you were born in fact, and I did spend some of my, quite much back then, free time, but I am afraid I don't have it at hand right now"

"Well sir, where is it?" Harry asked, somewhat impatiently.

Dumbledore hummed in thought, "I believe I left it in one of my safe houses, the one the Prewit twins left to me," he answered I confess I was planning to give it to you this Christmas if you didn't come to me before then, but I should have it here by Friday"

"Thank you sir" Harry answered, just three days, more than enough time for the twins to finish the potion he asked for.

"If that was all Mister Potter, I'm afraid that I must go back to the paperwork" the old wizard looked back to the desk, his brows creasing down in what seemed to be frustration.

Harry left the office after one last look, wanting to leave the headmaster to his work.

As the door closed the Headmaster stood up and went to one of the many passages of his office, this particular one leading upwards, to last floor before the roof of the tower.

There, laying in in the corner was something only he knew was there, as only he knew that the third floor corridor was nothing but scam.

It was a chest, but the chest was covered by the same cloak that Harry Potter had just asked for, and inside the chest was the thing that his friend and master had asked him to safeguard for the year, until Dee got off their trail again.

The problems of being immortal were noticeable in Nicholas and Perenelle, both well into their six hundreds, and yet they looked younger than him, they looked like a muggle couple of fifty, but every century, almost every decade they had to deal with either Dee or Machiavelli looking for them.

That was probably the reason that they had only had three children since the creation of the philosopher's stone, on of the, quite coincidentally, being the ancestor of Lily Evans, but that was a fact that only he, Nicholas and Perenelle knew.

Truthfully, the inquire about the Potter's cloak of invisibility had set back quite a lot of plans regarding the safe-keeping of the Stone, but he could come up with a plan in less than three days.

An idea so utterly brilliant and flamboyant flew through his mind.

It would be perfect, hiding the stone in plain sight, making everyone believe that it was only the ruby decoration of his expensive set of cutlery would fit in perfectly with the image of the grandiose headmaster everyone saw him as.

All he needed was a golden cup.

*Three days later*

It had been a long trio of days for harry Potter, but after the long wait, it was all falling into place.

The twins had already finished one of the two potions he commissioned and only needed a few hours for the second one, as they had admitted that the shade of orange they needed to make was quite peculiar and not something they had seen before.

Their pureblood heritage shone through with that, as pretty much every muggle child knew the story of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

Terry and he had agreed that the former would open the doorway to the Ravenclaw common room in two days' time at precisely 9 O'clock, giving him the chance to slip in administer the dose needed to turn the hair of the bullies green and the skin orange, and since it was a slow acting potion, according to twins, who had also agreed to take the blame, it would only be noticeable by breakfast the day after it was done, so everyone in the school would get to see what an Ommpa Loompa was and how it sang.

Flawless.

*Three days later*

First it was Su Li that stood up, followed shortly by Cho Chang and later on by Marietta Edgecomb, but the three female ommpa loompas started to sing the same song of when the spoiled boy had been shrunk into the TV.

As soon as they were done a note fell in front of them reading, 'Don't mess with my friends' it was delivered by Hedwig and the three Ravenclaws knew Harry had been the one responsible, but since the note was not signed and they would have to admit to bulling if they wanted someone buying their story, they retreated.

It was good when a plan did not go awry.

The rest of the month passed quickly and with little problem for Harry and his friends; Blaize decided to befriend Terry and brought Tracey along, but the Slytherin was quite happy to let her Italian friend socialize without her.

Quirrell continued to make a fool out of himself whenever he had classed, Snape decided to taunt Harry, who returned the taunts in a voice to polite to be respectful, and Dumbledore got a cup with different jewels, the most prominent being an emerald that rested in the bottom of the cup.

And so, September gave way to October and the air of eccitment filled the castle, for it was soon to be Quiditch season.