WHOO I managed to finish this really quickly :D and I even managed to progress in the story, although you might hate me during this one :( but it wont be for too long... I hope ;)

Chapter 5:

Time was annoyingly slow since I wanted to be with my chosen, but for obvious reasons that couldn't happen, when I wanted him most. Not even Draco and Neville were able to keep my mind away from the dark man, not that they knew about my attachment to my head of house. They are, after all mortal children and could easily at any given moment become fatally ill or be attacked with a horrible curse. Too many of my friends over the years had met such fates for me to allow myself serious attachment to mortals, although thinking of the deaths of these two children caused me more pain than I would have imagined was possible.

Still confused by a great many things in my days at Hogwarts classes became nothing more than a mundane chore that I am required to partake in. I already know all the spells and more than could ever be taught within these walls to a higher degree than most masters in their subjects, time and practice are the keys to perfection in all disciplines in life (or death as the case may be). I may very well even know more spells than the Headmaster, fool that he is would never consider even looking through the Dark Arts even if it was just to learn more about what he is up against, but that prejudice is what will be the downfall of the light. They see what isn't a part of their norm as evil and so they make it illegal. It will cost those more in the end than if they had allowed themselves to surrender. So even with my centuries of knowledge I am sitting around a small table in the library with my 'friends' doing tedious homework I could so in my sleep and pretend to struggle with it. All the while I allow my mind to wander away from the benefits of being able to turn an ink pot into a snuff box and think on how shameful the protections around the unknown object are.

It must have a connection to the headmaster or else he wouldn't allow it to be hidden within the school, but the object couldn't belong to him, or maybe not him alone? Because then it would have been here from the beginning... but what could it be?

"Slytherin have won the cup for the past eight years from what I've heard!" a nearby Ravenclaw first year exclaims in annoyance. Most of the ravens dislike the game in general, but the house members can't stand losing to their closest rival.

"Yeah, but before that Gryffindor had an impressive record." the other added.

"True, but the snakes always play dirty." The group of ravens growled in agreement.

I have never been a fan of Quidditch. The game was played much too slow for a nightwalker like myself. The snitch was too easy to spot with my enhanced vision and hearing, but it amused me that the griffins had lost to the snakes for so long. My only regrets for that house are Neville and the Weasley Twins. The rest of them can go drown in the lake for all I care. Maybe the twins would have an idea of what could be hidden in the school? I made my way across the school to the portrait of the Fat Lady, but before I could approach the painting to ask for the twins it swung open and someone fell out. It was Neville. Bunny hopping down the hall. Using a human pace I run to the boy and cancel the spell.

"Who did this?" I withhold my growl, barely. Annoyed that someone would dare to hurt a friend of mine.

"R-Ron. He figured that since I hang out with Slytherins I should go on and live with them." The awkward boy sobbed.

"One day, I am going to get Weasley and his little posse. They will regret the day they ever decided to attack one of my friends." I growled not even thinking about whether or not I would allow myself to have friends again, but controlled my rage when Nev started looking a little nervous. He took something out of his pocket and handed it to me.

"Calm down. Here, Harry, have a chocolate frog. Oh, and promise me that when you get your revenge on Ron and them, that you let me watch." He smiled shyly as he handed me the frog but managed to get through the whole thing while looking into my eyes.

Smiling at the boy I honestly feel shocked that he managed to gather enough courage to say that, but I still agree whole heartedly with him and accept the frog. Curfew isn't for another two hours yet so we walk around taking our time to get to Slytherin dorms, I don't like the idea of Nev having to sleep in the same room as Ron after what he just did. On the way we meet Draco who wants to go to the Library before it's too late so we all go. Eating the tasteless frog I look at the card and almost immediately feel sick, I know what is being hidden in the school now. I have collected cards over the years. Living as long as I have its always good to have a hobby, but what's on the card shocked me to the core.

I stare at the words almost not seeing them, but still they are there loud and clear. Philosophers Stone Philosophers Stone Philosophers Stone Philosophers Stone again and again I read them, but my brain may have short circuited. That is what is being hidden in the castle. A Philosophers Stone. The others notice my face and ask what's wrong, but I can't speak. Until I can then it's almost as though I can't stop.

"I know what's being hidden in the castle. It is an abominable object. The Philosophers Stone. Its power can create gold from anything and create the elixir of life. Its creator is 665 years old, but don't be fooled by the appearance of innocence. The process of making a stone is monstrous." The pair stood in shocked awe at my knowledge of the stone and what was being revealed to them.

Draco managed to gather the courage to ask "What is that horrible? How is the stone made?"

For a moment I say nothing in a hope that I wouldn't need to explain.

"Genocide. It requires the sacrifice of human flesh with the power they wish to imbed into the stone. The killed a whole clan of vampires to extend the life of two humans who didn't want to die." I spat in disgust.

"How do you know so much about the creation of the stone?" Neville asked both of them almost shaking with curiosity.

"Because my sire and. most of my own clan were slaughtered nearly 800 years ago in an attempt to make a Philosophers Stone." I slipped and revealed my truth. They know now, it's their test. Can they accept me?

Draco backs away fearfully stuttering unintelligibly before running from the Library that they still occupied while surprisingly Neville is slightly more composed, but no less terrified and once again I am alone. They had been the closest I've let myself become to a mortal in... Well probably my whole immortality, and it hurts that they abandon me now that they know. Well what you can expect from Wizards who kill my people for their own gain and then rally against them as dark evil creatures. I guess I shouldn't have expected... what was that noise?

Without wasting another thought on my self-pity I follow the sound. Footsteps. Changing into my animagus form, a pure black Lynx, I stick to the shadows and follow the footsteps to the third floor. Someone is going to make an attempt on the stone. Not bothering to get help, and honestly I am the most qualified to stop whoever is in there, I simply follow. The door to the corridor is open and inside the three headed beast is already asleep so I quickly duck into the trap door not bothering to change forms I land on what appears to be... Devils Snare. Making my fur radiate flames (a handy skill I have developed over the years) the annoying vines shrink away and I continue to the next room just in time to follow a hooded man through the door barely noticing the keys suspended mid-air.

The next room though I get slightly distracted while the hooded man is playing his way across the room making many wrong moves and wait for him to win or lose. Unfortunately he does win in the end (barely) and am forced to wait while the man works out a riddle of sorts I assume and almost doze while he takes his time. It's obvious its Sevs challenge, only he would make it all about potions, but it seems dumb luck is on the hooded man's side since he makes it through and doesn't poison himself. I don't have time to figure out the riddle for myself, but that doesn't stop me putting the paper in my pocket.

Stepping through the flames in my human form I come face to face with Quirrell. It was obvious when you weren't trying to find reasons to blame others or falling for the man's pathetic act.

"So you decided it was time to attempt to take the stone?" I sneer angrily at the greed of the man, not to mention he tried to place the blame on my would be mate.

"Boy! Stay out of my way!" he growled snapping his fingers and placing me in a weak bind before standing in front of an odd looking mirror. This must be Dumbles self-conceited 'final challenge' to protect the stone.

"Is it inside the mirror? Should I break it?" I almost laughed at the idiocy. As if the fool would make it that easy. Getting bored of waiting I broke from my bindings and light the mirror on fire. Anything the old man chose to guard the stone would be dangerous and is better off if they are both destroyed together. That way neither of them can cause any more trouble. Quirrell dived into the flames in an attempt to get the stone, but the fire engulfed him too and in moments there was nothing left but ash. The melted surface that had once been the stone attacked me through my scar. Id received it during the attempt at creating the stone so it reacts whenever one is near, or even occasionally when I am in danger.

The drain the remains of the stone caused leave me so worn that I pass out from pure exhaustion.

It's the smell of medicine and potions that I notice as soon as I wake. Opening my eyes the white walls and clean crisp sheets can only mean one thing. I am in the hospital wing. Again. During my years actually studying here I was in this place much too often forced to recover under the strict care of the Hufflepuff twins. Tina and Aundrea always made sure people were 100% before allowing them to leave their care. Madame Pomfrey seems to be no different. The smell of the Weasley twins hung in the air, but Draco and Neville's scents were completely absent. I learned I had been recovering for two days and the medi-witch confirmed that my only visitors were the twins. So I guess that means that Draco and Neville are... Malfoy and Longbottom have made up their minds it would seem.

While recovering from the confinement of my bed there is little that I can do except watch the sun pass through the room as the day eventually passes into night and I feel that I am truly alone again. Hearing the gossip of students passing the door I hear that my mate has been snapping more than usual. I want to be near him so much, but that would only draw attention to not only my condition, but also to Severus' not to mention that Pomfrey would murder me before letting me out of the hospital wing before I have fully healed to her satisfaction. It feels as though the world is giving me a cosmic kick in the balls. I lost my clan, my sire, and my closest friends, can't be close to my childe and would be mate... Things are at an all-time low, and for an immortal that is defiantly saying something.

I didn't get a chance to see Dr... Malfoy and Longbottom during the train ride and so my year ends alone. Returning to the Dursleys was never such a chore as it was for this summer. Knowing that even when I go back to school I have nothing well that makes it difficult.

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