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Oneshot Four
Kaitou KID and the Philosopher's Stone
Harry's eyes widened as something black and vaporous billowed past him, a sound like a frustrated scream carried on rushing wind accompanying it. Unnerved but remaining resolute in his task, the young wizard nevertheless carried on into the final chamber, bracing himself for whatever harrowing trial awaited him there.
Much to his surprise, the place was empty save for lit, bracket-held torches, the Mirror of Erised, and Professor Quirrell. That was an even bigger surprise (and here he had been expecting it to be Snape or Voldemort; how was he supposed to feel about this?), and striding forward with trepidation, Harry found that the man would not stir at all with his approach. Now closer, he carefully inspected the prone form, grimacing at the agonized expression frozen on his face and the mutilated flesh glimpsed from underneath the unraveled turban.
Before Harry could further ponder this unusual development, and inevitably have the conclusion that there was a dead body in front of him, a square of bright white held in Quirrell's grasp caught his attention. The boy worried his lower lip, before hesitantly reaching over and wrenching it from the tight grip. To his surprise, it was a short message, with a little doodle in the lower right corner.
Kaitou KID was here, and I have taken the Philosopher's Stone.
Blinking, Harry could only wonder who Kaitou KID was and, even more importantly, what his intention with the magical jewel was.
"Harry," a familiar voice came from behind, and he turned around with relief as he saw Dumbledore walking up to him. Wordlessly, he held the card out to the headmaster, who read it before quirking a wry smile.
"Ah yes, I was wondering if he would make true the promise of his heist card. Never fear, Harry, Flamel's stone is in trustworthy hands."
"Err, sir?"
"Come with me to the Hospital Wing and I will answer your questions," Dumbledore said with mirth still twinkling in his eyes, igniting Harry's curious nature. Who was Kaitou KID and why did the elderly wizard trust him?
AN: I was just thinking about something (I honestly can't remember what), and then somehow realized that the Philosopher's Stone makes an elixir, and Pandora cries tears. Of course, they don't match up all that well, but who's to say that the legend of Pandora didn't get warped over time and distance? Not to mention it would have ruined this little plunny. If you're wondering about the beginning, that's Voldemort abandoning Quirrell's body since the Stone is already out of Hogwarts by that point in time, since KID got to it first (of course XD).
In response to anonymous reviewer Nika Corpus: Yes, you may make the third installment of this collection into your own story. I look forward to reading it once you do. :)