DISCLAIMER: THE BOOK BELONGS TO J. I HAVE ONLY BORROWED BOTH CHARACTERS AND PLOTLINE.

THIS IS THE FINAL CHAPTER IN WHAT I CONSIDER MY 'BOOK I'. I WILL OF COURSE CONTINUE THE STORY AND HOPE THAT MORE AND MORE PEOPLE COME TO GRADUALLY LIKE IT. I'VE READ SO MANY STORIES BEFORE AND WRITING MY OWN I NOW REALISE HOW DIFFICULT AND ARDUOUS THE TASK REALLY IS. BUT ON THE OTHER HAND I FIND IT SO ADDICTIVE AND CAN'T HELP BUT CONTINUE.

I WANT TO THANK WHO EVER HAS TRIED READING THE STORY UPTO HERE AND ALSO WANT TO GIVE A SHOUT OUT TO ALL THE REVIEWER'S ITS ALWAYS NICE TO HAVE ENCOURAGMENT AND IT KEEPS THE DESIRE TO CONTINUE STRONG, CONTINUE, I BEG YOU AND I PROMISE I WILL HAVE BOOK II UP SHORTLY

CHAPTER 20

Sneaking back to their empty classroom, they sat down winded from running so hard. Removing the disillusionment charm Harry looked at Draco grinning.

"What?" Draco said, a bit churlishly "don't think you're going to get away so easy, what you did was foolish and reckless Harry. You could have died. "He said looking away. "Also if you tell anyone I cried, you will die by my hands."

Smirking Harry didn't say anything for some time and then asked curiously "So what did you do when I went in?"

"Well, after you and Darren went in Hermione just fumbled around unable to do anything. I found her helping an unconscious Ron in the chess room. I think Ron had been knocked out by a chess piece, stupid idiot that he is, anyway she was still acting flustered, so I decided that the girl needed help, I conjured a up stretcher and cast a lightening charm over Ron anonymously of course. Then she got on a broom from the other room and levitated Ron's stretcher and went to get help, while I decided to wait agonizing over you." he said sniffing.

"Thanks." Harry said softly "I'm glad you came, I guess I actually needed you I would never had made it on my own past the chess task. It would have ended for me. And just having someone else was reassuring."

Draco gave a tiny smile and then started frowning again, "So what happened to you then?" Harry had first thought of lying and giving him an edited version of what had happened, but then he decided that Draco deserved the truth. So he told him what really transpired inside the room leaving the minor detail that the thing that was controlling Quirrel was Voldemort and that he could do wand less magic.

Draco stared at him in awe causing Harry to turn away in embarrassment, "Harry you have to tell people or your brother will get all of the credit."

Harry smiled at his support but was very clear he didn't need the adulation, he knew that Voldemort was just biding his time to comeback. If he kept his gifts a secret then the chance of protecting Darren in the future would be greater.

"Dray we have to discuss your vision." he said changing the topic abruptly. Draco stiffened visibly and in a stilted voice told Harry it was nothing, to forget it. Everybody has their secrets Harry thought and kept quiet. Sitting down for an hour at least quietly discussing everything that transpired they left and went to their respective dorms to sleep.

The next day was the last day of the school year and there was a feast to celebrate the close of the year. Harry had gone to visit Darren in the hospital ward and had been given a detailed account of all that happened but you know harry." Darren said "I don't understand how I got to Quirrel after the stone appeared in my pocket, I had blanked out. Professor Dumbledore said that Quirrel must have tried to get the stone from me but had unable to touch me because of Voldemort and my love or something equally embarrassing, that I caused him to burn up."

Harry almost snickered, the old coot was so full of it, but one thing puzzled Harry "How did you get the stone." he asked Darren.

"Well, apparently Dumbledore charmed the mirror so that only someone pure of heart, who didn't want to use the stone for themselves could get it." Harry smiled gently and looked down at his brother, only Darren was naïve enough to hold on to a philosophers stone and not even once think about its power. What he failed to recognize however, was his own naiveté and that he had done nothing about it either.

Patting Darren on the head he waited for Ron and Hermione to come so they could escort him to the great hall. While coming down the stairs there was sudden burst of cheering Harry stepped into the shadows letting the other three go ahead. Coming down he sat at the Ravenclaw table back to back with Draco, hearing him whisper "Stupid!".

Dumbledore had called out the winner of the house cup which went to Gryffindor after the trio had been awarded for the bravery that they had shown during the quest. Turning around he saw Draco looking a bit angry and he nudged him "I'm sorry," he mouthed knowing how much It was killing Draco to see Ron proudly sit amongst his friends. Immediately the scowl came away from his face and he smiled. Who knew he being a Slytherin had had a streak of heroism in him.

Harry had sat with Cho and the other Slytherin's on the way home. Darren had wanted to join him but Ron had made it unpleasant, so they sat separately they played a few games of exploding snap, though Harry and Draco vehemently refused to even look at the chess set Blaise had brought out.

They talked and laughed shoveling large quantities of chocolate into their mouths. Finally the train reached Kings cross station and they made a mad dash for their stuff, falling over each other and alighted the platform.

"Take care dray, keep in touch." Draco smiled and headed off "You too." he called out and disappeared in the milling crowd .Turning around Harry found his own parents. Darren was already in his dad's arms laughing as his dad was proudly ruffled his hair, Lily spotted Harry and ran over to him kneeling down in platform she hugged him close and whispered "I missed you my baby, welcome home." Harry hugged her back happily.

Sure he had faced terrible dangers this year and had acted beyond his years but he wasn't to old to be carried by this mother out of the station.