The Stone
Ginny caught the remembrall, but passed it when she had to evade three statues. Harry dove behind it and caught it before pulling up again. Under the cheers of the Gryffindors they landed back on the ground. "MR. POTTER! MISS WEASLEY! In all my years I haven't seen something like this. Follow me instantly." McGonagall got them. She led them straight to the DADA Classroom. Knocking three times the door was opened and Erik's head appeared upside down from the top. "Professor McGonagall?" he asked. "Lieutenant, might I borrow Mr Wood for a second please?" Erik went silent for a little. "He will be with you in a moment." And truly, with in seconds Oliver Wood stood in front of them. "Oliver, I found two new seekers for you."
Harry and Ginny were on the quidditch field. Apparently, Quidditch in this dimension was played on an even larger field, so two seekers worked per team together to catch two snitches. Oliver was quite surprised by the efficiency the two worked on the slow school brooms. "I'm impressed. Maybe we can bend the rules a little this year!" He exclaimed, as the two caught the snitches with in minutes after he released them.
However, Dumbledore didn't budge. He firmly held onto the rules. The day of the first match came and Harry and Ginny still had the old school brooms. The Weasley twins had offered to lend them their brooms, but their offer was not needed when the couple opened their lockers. Two new brooms fell out. "Are these Yank-brooms?" Oliver asked. Harry held his up. It was gunmetal black and had a golden name imprinted: P-51 Mustang. Ginny's was named P-36 Lightning. A note lay between them. Just for the record, I'm merely borrowing them to you. Erik's handwriting.
Dumbledore watched as the teams flew onto the pitch. He pointed at the newest addition. "They are not allowed to have a broom!" "Well, technically, these brooms are mine and I merely borrowed them to the two." Erik said. It seemed ridiculous that a muggle owned magic brooms. "It's not against the rules. For why I own brooms is only for me to decide."
Gryffindor played Slytherin into the ground. Later the same evening Harry and Ginny sneaked out of the common room and joined Erik and Catherine in the room of requirement. "What does this world look like?" Harry asked. "Not good. Dumbledore is believing in wizard superiority. He wants to have them help the muggles, but they have to follow his ways. The power rise got over his head and he thinks of himself as the new Merlin."
At the same time a headmaster thought of the ways to gain control over him. Molly had told him that she had not seen Harry crossing the barrier. Also the appearance of Ginny Weasley had overthrown his plans. He had bet on Ron to influence Harry by becoming his first real friend and nudging him the right way by giving him the Chocolate Frog which contained Albus' card. What concerned him even more was the fact that he seemed to have been nice and friendly to Malfoy, a supposedly dark family. Also, he was surprised that he got a reply to the first letter sent. He would have reckoned that the Dursleys would try to beat Harry out of it. He was also concerned about the muggle involvement. According to Arabella, the cop had stayed with her for a short time. She had connected the car, which took Harry, to the police lieutenant. Kingsley and Dung had followed the car but had lost sight of it in London. Even worse was that Dumbledore had been at Gringott's the very same day and had found out that he had lost guardianship over the Potter Fortune. The only way would be that Harry had been accepted as the heir of the Potters, which was impossible. After all, the boy was constantly indoctrinated that magic didn't exist. He should have looked up at him as his savior especially after having Hagrid telling him about the greatness of the headmaster.
It was Halloween. The Great Hall has been decorated. Everybody had a great time when the pumpkins began to fly with evil laughs. Suddenly the doors burst open and Professor Quirrell stormed in. "TROLL IN THE DUNGEONS!" He ran down the aisle. "I thought you should know." He said before he stopped and fainted forwards. The complete Hall was in silence. The Lieutenant was the first to react: He jumped over the table and ran for the door. He pulled his weapon and switched the safety off. "All to your common rooms! Slytherins and Hufflepuffs, join one of the other houses!" "Why should we go into the Lion's den?!" Malfoy exclaimed. Catherine sighed. "Mr Malfoy, where is your common room again?" "In the dungeons?" Erik opened the door and checked the stairs. "Clear! Move it!" The teachers led the students upstairs while Erik kept his weapon trained on the lower level. He nodded at Catherine who made a beeline to the forbidden corridor. As he went down, he headed through a corridor where he heard a loud scream. Running towards the source, he found an open bathroom. Aiming down his sights, he charged, only to find the troll towering over Ron. Harry tended to his wounds while Ginny had a shield up to protect him, but the troll rose his club again. Erik fired three shots which shattered the wooden weapon. The troll lost its stance and fell onto the floor. In a flash Ginny pinned him down and bit hard into his neck. Ron stared in horror as the other teacher stormed into the bathroom, attracted by the unsilenced pistol fire. McGonagall gasped as she looked into Ginny's scarlet glowing eyes and her extended fangs.
The girl dropped the lifeless troll and licked the blood from her lips. "It won't bother any student anymore." She said. She and Harry left, being given a large breach by the teachers.
By the next day word has spread across the school. "So it is true. You battled a troll." Malfoy sneered "Yes, we have!" Ron boasted. "Well, no one asked you Weasley. Potter, Duel tonight. Trophy room. You will find out that real purebloods are much more powerful than blood-traitors and mudbloods." Harry merely rose an eyebrow and turned his attention back to his breakfast. "He will be there! I'm his second!" Ron shouted angrily. Ginny sighed. Ron always spoke before he thought. ~Will you really do it again?~ She thought. ~Well I could get there and out without them noticing, but no. I need my beauty sleep.~
Dumbledore spent nights with the Mirror of Erised. Since Christmas he had expected Harry to wander the castle under the cover of the invisibility cloak, but nothing like that had happened. The boy had no motivation but to do the necessary things, and still he was on top of his class along with the Weasley vampire. Albus was concerned that the boy-who-lived was so close friends with a dark creature. On the other hand, no method of identification had pointed Ginny Weasley out as a dark being.
When he returned to his office he found a letter from the ministry calling him for a Wizengamot session.
Harry knew it was on since the moment Dumbledore left the castle and triggered his ward. As an heir of Gryffindor, Harry had access to Hogwart's wards and would also be alerted. He jumped out of his bed, already in light clothes. Ginny joined him in the common room and they flamed over to the door. Erik and Catherine were already waiting for them. "Quirrell entered three minutes ago." Forcing the door open, they found themselves in front of Fluffy. The cerberus growled at them, but Harry turned into his wolf form and growled back. A cerberus was essentially a dog, and a dog derived from the wolf. So naturally a dog would recognize a wolf as its superior. Fluffy gave a low yelp as he backed into the far corner, leaving them to open the trap door. They quickly jumped in and landed on a soft moving plant. "Devilsnare!" Ginny exclaimed as she lit herself on fire. In the next room Erik checked the door first. "Think they also warded it against explosives?" "Wizards aren't logical." Erik looked at his belt. "FOX-1 should be enough." He placed the small pack onto the lock and took several steps back. "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" The locked door, warded against magical unlocking measures, blew out of its hinges. In the next room there was the familiar chess field. Again, three fields were open: Rock, Knight and Bishop. Catherine stepped onto the field and pulled her double katana. Walking slowly towards the white pawns she anticipated the blockade. When the pawns moved, she was faster and sliced two in half. Erik's theory had been that the field activated as soon as someone stepped onto it. After all, it was unsuspecting and covered nearly the whole room. The second theory was that the spells might be linked to the king. If the game was over when the king was beaten, then it had to be the center piece, where everything was connected. Ginny had found out that a permanent spell needed a place where it worked from. Any of the other figures could be destroyed, but the king would be the last one. Now Catherine as a vampire could project an aura which would classify her as a dark creature. Immediately, the chess pieces attacked her, all but the white king.
Erik kept an eye on the fight. He was the second point of view Catherine could use. She had to get the white king. Erik could shoot, but he couldn't destroy it in one go. Harry and Ginny couldn't cross either because as soon as they got close they would be attacked, too.
All hope lied on Catherine. She cut, kicked and punched the attacking chess pieces. The blades were coated in her shadows, enforcing their strength and sharpness. Wielding them around herself, she created a wall of stone around her. Then she burst through the wall, heading right for the king. He dove under the attack of the queen and jumped over the rock before bringing both swords in a downward arc, cutting the king precisely in half. With the last piece, the other pieces stopped moving and froze up. "So much for playing." The troll was already dead so they skipped to the last room.
The flames appeared. Harry took a sip from the antidote and walked through the fire.
"Hello, Quirrell." Harry greeted the figure.
When Harry looked into the mirror again, he saw himself. But his image wasn't alone. Ginny came into view. She gave him a kiss and stood beside him. The Weasleys came into view behind them. From the left Erik and Catherine joined the picture. On the other side Sirius and Remus. Severus and Minerva entered. Harry couldn't help but smile.
"What do you see?" Quirrel asked impatiently. "I see myself. And I am not alone." Harry said, feeling the weight of the stone in his pocket.
"He is lying..." a rasping voice muttered. Harry slowly took the stone out of his pocket. Quirrell got a greedy look in his eyes as he reached out for it. In an instant, Ginny's hand knocked him over and held him at wand point. "Game over." She smirked. Quirrel cried in rage, but he already began to turn into stone where Ginny had touched him. She bared her fangs and sunk them into his neck, sucking him dry. Erik caught the stone, and together with Catherine, they disappeared.
The two reappeared on a small island. Instantly they were surrounded by golems. "Surrender! Dark creatures." Erik held his hands up. "We come in peace. We only wanted to return the philosopher's stone. I will simply put it down here and we will leave immediately."
Dumbledore rushed into the hospital wing. He had somehow been denied access to the tests and only got there after Harry was found by his girlfriend in an abandoned corridor after she returned from her detention with the DADA professor. The tests had been aced and he was concerned, that Harry might be more powerful than he had expected. There were no indicators that he used help from Granger nor Weasley. Entering the ward, he found the two professors and Potter's girlfriend Ginevra. The group instantly went quiet when he entered, not that he was able to understand anything before but it seemed suspicious. He knew that both Ginevra and Pierce were vampires and he couldn't enter their minds. Potter was also protected, so he tried with the muggle assistant.
He cast an underhand Legimens and entered the man's mindscape. He watched the large dome. Finding a blurry area, he forced his way in and continued over the lawn. Suddenly the hole behind him closed and he was trapped inside. Believing that taking over the Lieutenant would bring the walls, down he continued. Suddenly something exploded next to him and threw him across the compound. Shaking his head, he pushed himself up and found himself at the business end of a long tube. Another explosion and he was thrown against the wall. The explosions continued before he flew through an opening. But when he was outside the dome, the attacks didn't stop. From above large planes dove at him and shot at his retreating form. Albus tried to pull up a shield, but it shattered at the force released by one of the bombs. As he flew back, he slowly began to fall apart.
In the real world, Albus flew backwards out of the hospital ward. Madame Pomfrey rushed over to him only to be able to determine his comatose state similar to those who suffer from a dementor's kiss.
Erik just smiled and slowly the room around them began to disintegrate.
Reappearing in Potter manor, Harry shook his head. He was again next to Ginny, both under the covers of their bed, their robes on the nightstand. Erik shook his head as he put his now cold coffee aside. Catherine sat down and stretched herself, giving Erik a sight every man wanted.
Erik yawned. "Same shit, different day."