(Harrys pov)
I was just coming up to my dorm room when I felt the warning that someone was coming to my room.
I quickly hid my secret trunk and pulled out a finished Potions essay that was due in our next class. I had just sat at my desk when there was a knock on the door.
"Oi Potter, you in there?" I heard an older voice call.
"Come in." I replied and opened my door with a wave of my wand. The 6th year prefect boy came in.
"We were told to come and make sure you stayed in the Common Room." He told me.
"Why? Is something wrong?"
"There seems to be a troll wandering around the dungeons."
"A troll? I thought that they were supposed to be stupid."
"They are stupid." He replied as he led me into the common room.
"Then how did one get into the school? Aren't there supposed to be protective charms and wards around the school?" I asked, pretending not to know exactly what was going on.
Due to the fact that I am a Founders heir (not only that but the true heir to all four) the school and I had a bond. I would be protected by Hogwarts herself, and the school would tell me of any danger within the grounds.
I knew that Quirrel had let the troll in, hoping that the distraction would allow him to grab the Sorcerers Stone, hidden in the Third floor Corridor.
I also know that the stone is safe for now, because my true magical guardian as after Quirrel. I bet that he suspects that Quirrel is after the stone, whether for himself or Voldemort, he might not know.
The next time I have a 'detention' with Sev I will have to tell him.
"Somebody had to help it get inside, there is no other way." The girl prefect replied.
"Was there anyone absent from the feast?" I asked and they both looked at each other before the guy replied.
"Quirrel was the one to announce it during dinner."
(Dracos pov)
After 45 minutes of waiting in the library we were led back to the Common Room with promises of food since we didn't get very far in the meal.
I wasn't bothered by the interruption of the feast, my first thought was on Harry. He doesn't know a lot about our world yet, so I knew we may have to make sure he understood what happened.
When we entered the Common Room we found Harry finishing an essay on one of the tables.
"Hey Harry. Did you hear about the troll?" Daphne asked him.
"Yeah, the prefects told me. Where did you guys go? I thought Dumbledore would've had everyone go to the Common Room."
"He did, but Professor Snape had us go to the library instead." Pansy replied.
"At least someone realized how stupid it would've been for us to come down here when the troll was supposed to be in the dungeons."
(Harrys pov)
It wasn't until the Tuesday after Halloween that I had the chance to talk to Sev.
I waited until the Gryffindors left and my friends all stood up. Draco looked over at me and I shook my head.
"I'll be in the Common Room in a few minutes. I need to talk to Professor Snape about the assignment." I told my friends, hating the fact that I had to lie. Blaise nodded and pulled Draco with him as he left the classroom.
Professor Snape looked at me, then the door.
"What can I do for you Harry?" He asked, using my first name like he does when we're alone.
I looked around before grabbing the piece of parchment I had in my cloak and handed it to him.
He read it and stared at me for a moment before ushering me into his personal rooms.
"How do you know about the stone!?"
"I'm sorry professor but I can't tell you yet. All I can say is that I broke no rules in learning of its existence, and that no-one else knows."
Sev sighed and nodded. I could tell that he didn't like the fact that I wouldn't tell him how I knew, but he at least understood why I couldn't tell him yet.
"Why are you telling me that you know?"
"Because you are the only person who suspects Professor Quirrel."
"What does he have to do with you knowing?"
"He works for You Know Who."
"And how can you possibly know that?" He asked. I looked around uncomfortably, wanting to make sure no one could possibly hear what I was about to say.
"Relax Harry. My personal quarters are heavily warded. Nobody besides us will know about our conversation."
"Ok. Well I know because I can sense Voldemort. He is somehow sharing a body with Professor Quirrel. That is why he wears the purple turban. Voldemort is on the back of his head."
Sev was quiet for a few minutes, thinking over what I had just told him. He blinked a couple times and watched me closely before speaking.
"You just let me handle Quirrel and the stone. I don't want you to do anything got it?" He told me sternly, with no room for argument. I nodded sullenly.
I'll let him handle it for now, but if it gets worse.
(Normal pov)
As the days continued on, a fall changed to winter, Harry continued getting closer to the young Slytherins, and had even become friends with the Ravenclaw girl, Hermione Granger.
For a muggleborn, Hermione was quite gifted with magic and theories. Harry would often spend his breaks in the library in sometimes heated debates between the Ravenclaw and Draco, and sometimes Daphne would join in.
Two weeks before Christmas break Draco entered the library, walking over to Harry who was researching potions material. Draco waved a piece of parchment at Harry. He noticed the signature.
"What news did your father owl you that has you acting like un-Slytherin?"
"Father is wanting to invite you to the Manor for Christmas. Do you want to Harry?"
"Sure. Sounds fun Draco. Let him know I will be there."
(Dumbledores pov)
I listened to the conversation between the misplaced Gryffindor and the Malfoy heir with well hidden anger.
So Lucius knows about Harrys regrettable placement in the darkest house? No doubt, young Dracos boasting.
If Harry spends Christmas with the Malfoys, then all hope is lost.
No I must speak with Harry and get him to stay here or go to the burrow. We need to get him back to the side of the light, before he is captured by Voldemort.