A/N So here's the first chapter of Hogwarts. Whatever I said previously about the length, it's probably going to go pretty much the same. I will say that I definitely wrote a longer chapter for the Chamber of Secrets, and I'll probably have to split it up. It used to be my favorite, and I actually read the Chamber of Secrets first, weirdly enough. There's also the fact that I can do a lot with the hunter side and magical side of Harry in the second book, so it's going to be longer. Expect a couple exorcisms, though there will probably be one or two you don't think about. Anyway my rambling's gone on ong enough, enjoy the chapter.
As always, unbeta-ed, sorry if I miss any errors.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Harry Potter or Supernatural, or anything belonging to J.K. Rowling or Eric Kripke, I'm just using the characters for fun. I receive no money off of this story. Don't sue me.
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Chapter 7: The Sorcerer's Stone
Harry's first week passed quickly. She liked the classes, but she had already learned a lot of the material. So she spent the time playing subtle pranks and pretending to have trouble using her wand. When she had gone to Ollivander's to get her wand, a Phoenix Feather wand had flown into her grasp. Even the creepy eyes of the man staring at her curiously didn't spoil her smugness at that. She liked the design, but only used it for display. Harry was not going to learn to channel her magic through the wand, as it would only weaken the strength. So she waved it around while doing the actual magic with her will or her fingers.
She enjoyed all of her classes, making a note spurred by McGonagall's performance in Transfiguration to find out the process of becoming an Animagus. History was dull at first, and she was seriously considering just exorcising Binns, but Harry had agreed with Bobby that she'd keep a low profile at first, and a ghost suddenly disappearing in screams and fire wouldn't be conducive to her current plan. Day two and she was already sick of playing dumb. She did manage to spin it though, using Binns class as a study period, naptime, or even as an unofficial fight club. Mostly Ghostly didn't even notice the boxing matches going on in the background, or the rampant betting going on. She'd knocked out Finnegan twice in the matches she took part in, but he was tenacious. Ron loved the days when she decided it was time for another match, but was fine with nap time too. Hermione couldn't be swayed, and sat taking notes to Binns' drolling voice, even when there was the background noise of boxing and bells.
So, classes were good, but she couldn't wait for potions. Harry had always liked cooking, even though the Dursley's forced her to do it, and couldn't wait to see if potions were any similar. It sounded more like chemistry to her, but she enjoyed that too. Her hopes were almost dashed when she officially met Severus Snape. Almost.
When Snape walked into the classroom, Harry immediately got the feeling he didn't like her. She had gotten a glimpse of it during the welcome feast, after her scar stopped hurting, but now she could really see the hate in his eyes. Interesting. But also, she had to wonder how many people did hate her. She seemed to be collecting quite a few names for that list.
Snape called roll, stopping at her name. "Well, well, Miss Potter. Our new celebrity." He stretched out his words, mocking her. She sent a glare at Draco from across the class, who was chuckling into his hand.
"Potter, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
"The Draught of Living Death, sir," Harry answered after remembering it from one of her more unsuccessful experiments with potion making in Bobby's kitchen. He'd made her work on all the cars that came into the shop alone for a month as punishment when she blew up part of his kitchen counter as well as the cauldron she was brewing in. Harry smiled inwardly at Hermione pouting and putting down her hand.
"Miss Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" Harry forced herself not to reply with the correct answer immediately. She had to appear of average intelligence. Plus, this Snape guy was getting on her nerves.
"The supply cupboard, professor." Ron laughed, and Harry caught sight of Draco's lips twitching. Snape's scowl grew.
"A point for your cheek, Potter. Last question, what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?"
"I don't know. I think Hermione does, though, why don't you give her a try?" Harry suppressed her smile at the frown pulling at Snape's mouth. She could almost see the steam coming out of his ears, but she was impressed by the control over his expressions.
"Five more points, Potter. Fame clearly isn't everything." He then gave the correct answer to the class and snapped at them to write it down. Harry spent the next hour in the dungeon brewing a potion to cure boils. It was rather easy, but then again she had forced herself to follow the regular directions and achieve an average potion, instead of trying to add to the few annotations in her textbook that came about from her experimenting. Her plan was working so far, as she was sure Snape thought her a dunderhead Gryffindor. Of course, her time in the negatively cast limelight was cut down a bit by Neville's cauldron melting and spewing the boil solution all over the floor.
Although, when Snape took points off because she somehow caused Neville's mishap, she decided maybe she could be a prodigy in potions. Just for Snape.
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Harry's first term at Hogwarts flew by. She realized that she really was a trouble magnet, as her school time was filled with danger and adventure, just the way she liked it. First, Harry had to catch Neville when they were having flying lessons. The class was fifty feet in the air when Neville slipped over the side, and Harry dived to catch him, racing with her chest to the stick, and pulling out of the dive while dragging Neville over her broomstick. She had been awarded the post of Seeker on the Gryffindor quidditch team. Malfoy had steam spewing out of his ears when he found out about that one, though she wasn't to blame for the breach of secrecy. Honestly, who sends a broomstick shaped package while warning not to reveal it as a broomstick. What did they think it was gonna look like to everyone else? That she got a sweets care package? Harry was constantly confused about the logic in the Wizarding World.
That night at dinner Malfoy just had to come by and gloat about a punishment she hadn't even received. Then, the little bugger decided to challenge her to a duel. Harry was almost rethinking corrupting him, but the game was too fun to play, and she could always intimidate him into joining her with the duel. She met Ron in the common room around a quarter to midnight, pleasantly surprised by Hermione stalking them from the shadows.
"You chose a good position, but the bathrobe does not blend into that section of the all at all. Next time try something more discreet. And without bunnies."
"You can't go to the duel!" Hermione protested, giving up her hiding spot. "You'll get caught, and lose all the points I made in class!"
"Hermione," Harry walked over and put her hands on the girl's shoulders. "This is incredibly important so listen." Hermione stopped her ranting, staring at Harry intensely with a worried expression.
"There's some toilet paper stuck to your slipper," Harry whispered in a serious voice. Hermione sputtered and pushed her away.
"You're incorrigible!"
"Why thank you." Harry hopped out of the common room as the portrait swung open. She walked forward jauntily and subsequently went crashing to the ground. Two sets of groans broke the silence of the corridor, and Harry twisted around to see Neville curled on the ground in his jim-jams holding his hip in pain. Harry climbed up with some help from Ron, nursing her bruises.
"Neville, why in the bloody hell are you kippin' out here?" The boy looked around nervously rubbing sleep out of his eyes.
"I got back from the hospital wing, Malfoy set Crabbe and Goyle on me, but I couldn't remember the password."
"Oh, don't worry Neville, these two are going off to lose points and get detention. Let's go back inside, the password's Pig-" Hermione cut herself off as she turned and saw an empty portrait. Harry came up from behind and chuckled.
"Well that's not good. Come on then, let's go on an adventure." She skipped down the corridor, Ron hurrying behind her. Hermione and Neville followed reluctantly.
"We'll get in trouble! I'm pinning this on you, you know." Harry was treated to a constant supply of worrying from Hermione and random squeaks of fright from Neville. Turns out, Malfoy set her up, and oh, she deserved it for not having figured that out. She froze as Filch's voice filtered into the trophy room, motioning quickly for everyone to scram. When that didn't work, she yelled bloody murder and they all bolted.
It was fate that of course they had to run into Peeves.
"What do we have here, ickle firsties out of bed?!" The poltergeist snickered. "Gotta tell a teacher, it's not safe."
"Peeves, I swear to god that if you rat us out now I will throw salt at you and then find your bones, salt and burn them, and watch as you scream from a lawn chair next to your grave all the while drinking pumpkin juice from a fancy glass with an umbrella. Got it?" Harry snarled.
"Yep." If ghosts could sweat, Peeves would be sweating.
"Any suggestions as to where we should be heading?"
"Passageway to the left. Take it to Gryffindor Tower."
"Thanks doll." The group ran through a hidden passageway behind some tapestry, finding themselves back in front of the Fat Lady, who lectured them about being out and about. The four of them stumbled back into the Gryffindor common room, adrenaline running high.
"Blimey Harry, you can be scary sometimes," Ron panted.
"That's it! I'm going to bed before your rule breaking gets us all killed! Or worse, expelled." Hermione stomped away while the other three stared up after her.
"She needs to sort out her priorities."
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A couple weeks later, Hermione overheard some Slytherin complaining about her, and how Hermione was a friendless know-it-all, and she rushed past them to the bathroom. It didn't help that Ron agreed. That night a troll appeared and broke into the bathroom, and Harry and Ron had to rescue her. Harry stuck her wand up its nose by accident, and flicked her wrist for the dagger in the hidden sheath she had bought all those years ago. She shoved the dagger up the other nostril, puncturing the troll's shrunken brain, saving Hermione. The three of them went everywhere after that, as Ron officially acclimated to Hermione's presence. Harry was suspicious about how Quirrell had burst in and claimed the troll was in the dungeon, when it had somehow made its way to the bathroom. She kept an eye on him after that.
The troll attack had several positive outcomes. First, she could say that she had killed a Troll, something that would wow Dean when she went home for the summer. Secondly, she was able to wrangle Hermione into officially joining her group of minio- friends. Ron accepted her after that as well, so it wasn't as difficult as she had planned. Hermione was proving to be very intelligent and possibly more dependent on books than even Harry was. The only problem was her naivety. It was simultaneously annoying and adorable.
"Come on Hermione, relax a bit!" Harry threw a crumpled up bit of parchment at the bookworm, leaning back in her chair and staring at the library ceiling. "I mean, I love books too, but why don't we go down to the lake and see if the giant squid will eat Malfoy when I push him in?"
"Harry, that's murder!"
"Actually, I think it might be manslaughter? Or reckless endangerment? I'm not sure."
"Messing with the giant squid is against the rules. Plus, what do you think will happen if you antagonize it? The Index for Underwater Creatures clearly states that giant squid use their beaks to mutilate threats to their-"
"Hermione, you can't put all your trust in books. I read a book once that said that happy thoughts let someone fly, but the fall from the roof onto that rusted Chevy sure did stop my trust there."
"...Why?"
"Why not?"
Then she had played her first quidditch game, only to almost be killed because someone decided to hex her broom. Hermione and Ron were convinced it was Snape, but Harry didn't think he would try anything at Hogwarts, he was too much of a Slytherin. She was proud of Hermione though, her little arsonist. She couldn't be sure of course, because Snape was most definitely on the "Death to Harry Potter" team. Her potions grade had steadily declined, even though she did stick to the instructions, producing perfect potions. On her own time she was able to experiment, but the potions class was not revealing as much incite as she thought it would, and it was difficult to keep her skills as sharp compared to the other classes because she hadn't practiced with potions as much. But she was determined, if only to see the look on Snape's face when she managed not to bow herself up every lesson.
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As Christmas approached, Harry continued to write Bobby and the Winchesters about magic and life at Hogwarts, or in Sam's case, her crazy boarding school with sociopathic teachers. She sent her gifts to them, and worked on the mystery that was the third floor corridor. Because really, could anyone expect her to not go check it out, especially after the words painful death? She was surprised when she found a Cerberus standing on a trapdoor, and more so when she confronted Hagrid about it. The groundskeeper had been very nice, inviting her to tea and telling her about her parents. She soon discovered that something involving Nicolas Flamel was hidden in the castle. Harry had read a lot of wizarding history books, and she knew exactly who Nicolas Flamel was, and came to the conclusion that Hogwarts was harboring the Sorcerer's Stone. Which was entirely too problematic, and made the school a target for certain disembodied dark lords who needed a way to come back to life. That was her theory at least.
Christmas came and went, and with it her Father's invisibility cloak and the Mirror of Erised. She had smiled a full, bright smile for the first time in years when she saw her parents, Bobby, Sam, Dean, and John standing in the mirror, as well as a crowd of people that looked to be related to Harry some way or another.. The image entranced her so much that she brought Ron back the next night. He saw superficial things, attention bringing things. And although she could understand the desire to leave the shadow of those before you, Harry went alone from then on.
Then Dumbledore found her, and he dared to lecture her on what was right. She listened though, and was forced to give up the mirror as part of her act. Harry had to admit, the old codger did have a point. That didn't stop her from hating him for it.
Harry confided in her friends after the holiday, telling them of her suspicions about what was hidden in the castle. They were convinced Snape was after it.
"But Harry, I'm telling you, I saw Snape with a huge gash in his leg after Halloween! He went after the stone while everyone was busy with the troll!" Hermione whined.
"We don't have enough evidence. He could have been there for a number of reasons. And really, I think he's more focused on hating me. I don't see how a teacher who consistently leaves pages worth of corrections for every paper of every one of his students has the time to hate me enough and possibly plot to kill me as well as try to steal the stone. Honestly, I think the troll is more suspicious. Why did Quirrell say it was in the dungeons, when it was up near the bathrooms?"
"You can't seriously suspect Quirrell," laughed Ron. "He's a mess! Him, a dark wizard. Pfft."
"It's always the person you least suspect. Don't be so sure."
Then Hagrid had done it and brought home a dragon egg. Said egg hatched in his house, and they had to convince Hagrid that "Norbert" would be safer at the dragon enclosure with Ron's brother Charlie. Unfortunately, Draco found the letter in Ron's book when he visited Ron in the hospital wing for a rousing chorus of insults. Also unluckily, Harry and Hermione left the invisibility cloak at the top of the astronomy tower. They were caught, as was Draco, and Harry was very disappointed with herself, thinking Hogwarts had caused her to go soft. If she was on a hunt, leaving such a valuable item would result in violent injury or death, and not just a detention.
The detention in the forest brought many things to light. Harry had to go off with Draco and Fang, Hermione with Hagrid. They investigated the Unicorn's bleeding all over the forest floor.
"My Father will hear about this. They can't send us into the forest for detentions. It's forbidden!" Whined Draco, the lantern in his hand swinging as he tried to out shadows as monstrous creatures.
"Are you really going to run to your daddy about this Malfoy? I mean sure he might have some power as a governor or whatever the position is, but the damage is already done. And you know it's becoming increasingly apparent to me that the Wizarding World has no bloody common sense."
"My father is on the school's board of governors. He can get Dumbledore kicked out because of this!"
"I doubt after everything that's happened this year that one measly off road detention is going to swing that vote. You release there was an actual troll in this school? And I mean, the admission of some of the students here should really be called into question," Harry lectured.
" Well of course, but the Dumbledore loves mud-"
"I mean letting Crabbe and Goyle in here as students really lowers the bar of Hogwarts admission. Can they spell their own names? I didn't think it was possible to consistently score Trolls on the same assignments."
"Shut up about my friends!" Malfoy yelled, then immediately quieted, looking around fearfully.
"You know, you say friends, but I kinda think you mean the other thing."
"Shut up, Potter."
"I'm sorry, did that hurt your feelings."
"You're insufferable."
"You're warming up to me, I can tell. Eventually you'll come over to the Dark side." Draco turned and stopped, looking unnerved by this remark. Harry snorted and continued on, loving the discomfort a muggle reference caused.
"Just stay away from me, if this detention doesn't kill me already," He replied after a moment, shaking his head.
"What harm did my association do, honestly, apart from the points we lost. And the chance of death here in the forest. And the total humiliation and mockery we will have to suffer from the rest of the school for a long time. And the-"
"Stop it!" Harry laughed.
"Honestly, Draco, chill out" Just then Harry's lantern light reflected in a large puddle of silver blood. The mood dropped, not helped by Fang's whimpering. They followed the trail, the blood getting thicker, and found a unicorn lying sideways on the ground, blood seeping over its beautiful white coat. Harry made to step forward to comfort the dying beast, when a rustling sounded from the bushes. From the shadows, a figure in a hood skulked forward and bent over the unicorn, and began drinking its blood. Draco tugged on Harry's arm on reflex, the two slowly backing away. Harry knew a lost cause when she saw one. Then Draco stepped on a twig, which snapped loudly and drew the cloaked figures attention to the pair of children.
"RUN!" Harry shouted, tugging Draco's cloak backwards. They stumbled through the forest for a couple meters, when Draco ran straight into a tree and knocked himself out, turning to see if they were being followed. Harry slowed, pulling at his arm. Well, he was useless now. The figure caught up, and Harry's scar started burning. She sent up red sparks with her hand, and sank to her knees. The cloak rustled over the leaves on the ground, getting closer as Harry's pain built.
All of a sudden, a rearing of hooves appeared, and a centaur drove away the beast. The centaur turned, cantering over to Harry.
"Well. That's a neat party trick." Harry thanked him, standing up. She winced and pushed the heel of her palm into her forehead, her scar throbbing in pain. She straightened her glasses and looked to see Draco still slumped on the ground. "Look at you, still useless." She turned to the centaur. "I get attacked by Creepy McCloak, and he's still taking a nap!"
"I am Firenze." Harry nodded in thanks. "There are dark forces at work in the forest tonight."
"Yah I think I got that. Thanks for the rescue though. Very dashing," She assured him. "Do you know how I could get back to Hagrid? My navigator sort of bolted, and he's," she gestured to Draco. "Well, not useful."
"You are Harry Potter. You must leave the forest quickly." He knelt down, apparently offering her a seat. Harry raised her eyebrows then nodded.
"Ride on a centaur." She smiled. "Awesome." Dean would love this. Harry grabbed Draco and struggled to lift him onto the back of Firenze, using a light levitating charm to help. Harry hopped on behind, steadying Draco as he jostled in his position slung over the centaur's back. Two more centaurs appeared, berating Firenze for carrying a human on his back, telling him he was being used as a common mule. Harry didn't much like Bane or Magorian.
"Excuse me, but this common mule just fought off Voldemort!" The centaurs fumbled backwards on their hindlegs, gasping as hands were drawn to their chests. They looked at the sky.
"It is not yet time," announced Bane.
"Soon, but not yet. Miss Potter shines under Mars."
"Mars is bright tonight."
"What the hell does that mean?" she asked, bewildered.
"That is to come." Well that wasn't too ominous sounding. Harry helped pull the unconscious Draco from Firenze's hindquarters, and Hagrid carried him when he showed up with Hermione.
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After explaining what was happening to Hermione and Ron a little over a week later, and going completely out of character and trying to involve at least one adult (a failed attempt), Harry descended through the trapdoor with them. They raced through the challenges, and Harry wondered how school children could get through if they were supposed to stop the greatest of wizards.
"Get this bloody weed OFF me!" Harry wriggled in the clutch of the Devil's Snare. "Hermione!"
"Uh, well Devil's Snare hates the light!"
"Start a fire!"
"Yes, of course, but there's no wood!" Harry froze in her attempts to free herself to stare at Hermione in silent judgement. Ron wasn't so subtle.
"THERE'S NO WOOD?! ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT?!" He screamed at her. After getting through the plants, they came upon a large chamber with winged keys flying about. Harry went straight to the other side and began picking the lock with the lockpick set hidden in her boot. The door swung open, and Harry stepped through while Ron and Hermione traded looks of exasperation and resignation behind her back.
Harry was reasonably certain everything was going well. Then Ron fell during the chess match, and they were forced to push on. Snape's riddle was challenging, but between her and Hermione, they managed to figure it out.
"Oh, this is perfect! Most wizards don't have an ounce of logic!"
"I'm going to assume you're talking about male wizards as a whole because I'm feeling a little hurt right now otherwise." Hermione recognized the right potions, and Harry sent her back to get Ron and find Dumbledore, much as she hated to admit, she might need his help.
Harry stepped through the fire, and she saw him. Quirrell. At least she could add a point for her intuition.
"Surprised to see me, Potter?" the man asked, no trace of stutter in his voice. Harry stuck her hands in her pockets, nonchalantly pacing the room.
"Not really. I've suspected you the whole time. The troll wasn't the best idea, you know." He snarled at her, and she continued. "So, are you working for Voldy, or are you a freelancer?"
"Excuse me?"
"Voldy? Voldemort? Dark lord douchebag? You do know who I'm talking about right? Or are you that bad of a defense teacher?"
"How dare you speak his name!"
"Yes, thank you for agreeing that he is a class A douchebag. Now, business. You aren't going to get the stone, but I can offer you an all expense paid trip to...drumroll please...Azkaban! Congratulations!"
"You laugh, but I have the power of the Dark Lord on my side, and I shall retrieve the stone and present it to my master. I can see it now, in the mirror, and he will give me untold glory-"
"I'm pretty sure Voldemort isn't gonna share. Once he's done with you, that's it. You're dead." Quirrell snapped his fingers and ropes appeared and bound Harry. "Oh no. Ropes. However will I escape?"
"I see it, Master, what do I do?" Quirrell spoke softly, in reverence. A hiss of a voice came from somewhere in the room.
Use the girl.
Harry shivered, slightly unnerved by the disembodied voice. "Potter! What do you see in the mirror?" Harry looked against her better judgement and saw herself slip a stone into her pocket, then wink. She fought back a groan.
"I see a beach chair and smoothies with those tiny umbrellas, and Voldemort's head on a pike in the sand." Quirrell spluttered, and he was interrupted by the voice.
I must speak to her.
"Master you are not strong enough!"
I have strength enough for this. Quirrell began unwrapping his turban, and Harry raised her eyebrows at the sight that greeted her when he turned around. A face was pressed into the back of Quirrell's head. Red eyes gleamed at her, his snake slit nostrils flaring. Somehow, a memory tickled the back of her brain, and she bent over and burst out laughing, using the opportunity to slip the dagger from her boot to her hand, palming it and beginning to cut.
"Oh, this is amazing. You've been on the back of his head? How long? Please tell me before Christmas, I think a couple friends of mine would love to know that they charmed snowballs to bounce off Moldyshort's face. Did it sting? Just a little bit?" Harry laughed at the fury building up on Voldemort's face. It shouldn't have been funny, but the fact that he was literally on the back of someone's mind was too funny. "Dude, that's crazy. How do you eat? Go to the bathroom? How does Quirrell go to the bathroom?" She directed her question towards the stuttering Professor. "Do you get anxiety when the Dark Lord has to listen to you piss?"
"That's not important!"
"Harriet Potter. You are powerful. Join me, and live forever. We would be unstoppable." That pissed her off.
"Seriously? Do you really think that is going to work? Buddy, you killed my parents. The promise of whatever you deem worthy of dismembering yourself for, is not enough to make me join you. Go to hell."
"Bravery. Your parents had it too. Tell me, Harriet Potter, how did bravery help them when I killed them? Your Gryffindor characteristics have only led you into my clutches."
Harry laughed. A long, harsh laugh. "Aren't you just a freaking peach. You say I'm trapped by the bindings of my house? That bravery will be my downfall, like my parents? Well, I hate to break it to you, but that's not going to happen. You see, when you put on the Hogwarts sorting hat, it takes your decision into account. Even if you have all the dominant traits of a certain house, the hat will place you where you want if you truly desire a different house. And now I stand before you, apparently unarmed and without a plan, as a true Gryffindor would."
Harry was within five feet of Voldemort now, her hands behind her holding the ropes together. All at once, she pulled her hands up over her head, the ropes falling to the floor and the dagger clutched in both hands. She drove it down into Quirrell's back, right where his heart would be. She bent low over the dying man, looking straight into Voldemort's scarlet eyes. "I guess it's a good thing the hat tried to put me in Slytherin," she whispered. Around the dagger and where Harry had grabbed the man to hold him steady, patches of skin were smoking and burning. Voldemort's rage shined through Quirrell's eyes, but Quirrell gave one last shuddering breath, and died.
Harry stared at the smoking body on the ground and sighed in relief. Then, a mist rose up and floated towards Harry.
"What the Hell do I do about that?" Voldemort's spirit flew out of the body, trying to attack Harry, but she just jumped out of the way, and it fled the castle.
Harry walked up to Quirrell and inspected the dagger that she pulled from his back. She cleaned it of blood with magic, and sent it and her other weapons to her room with a wave of her hand. Harry dragged his body to in front of the mirror, vanishing the blood, and set fire to it, burning the rest of it. She watched from the safety of her bubble head charm, as the flesh bubbled away and the bones turned to ash. Harry sat down on the steps in front of the mirror, sending the stone to her trunk after duplicating it and setting it in her pocket. Just in case. Then she forced her head down onto the ground, hard, knocking herself out.
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A few days later, Harry woke up in the hospital room to the sight of Albus Dumbledore perusing her candy from well wishers.
"Ah, Harriet, you are awake." She remained relaxed at the sight of the man who messed up her childhood. Adopting a face of confusion, she looked up into his sickeningly bright blue eyes.
"What happened? Professor! The Stone! Voldemort's trying to get it and-"
"Be calm, Harriet. Professor Quirrell attempted to steal the Sorcerer's Stone. I have you to thank that he didn't." She sat up suddenly.
"Voldemort, sir, he was with Quirrell. He was in Quirrell! Where did he go, did you find the stone? Where is Professor Quirrell?" Harry asked, getting more and more agitated with each question.
"It's alright, Harriet, Voldemort is not here. He fled the castle, I suspect, when your mother's protection disposed of Quirrell. You see, you defended yourself with the power that Voldemort cannot conceive. Love."
"I killed Quirrell…with love?"
"Yes of course, dear girl." She was gonna have a fit if he called her dear again. "Your mother gave you power along with protection when she died for you. And as for the stone, that has been destroyed."
Harry hid her annoyance at the man. He'd taken someone else's property, locked it up in a school for a year when he most likely expected someone to try and steal it, then destroyed the very thing he was supposed to protect. She was perfectly calm.
"But, Nicolas Flamel? How is he supposed to…" she trailed off.
"Nicolas and his wife have enough supply to get their affairs in order. Then, they will die. But, to the perfectly organized mind, death is but the next great adventure." Harry nodded at this, supposing that was sort of true when considering her line of work, and went to lay back down in bed. Dumbledore left a little while afterwards, Harry secretly smiling at his jelly bean inconvenience.
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Gryffindor ended up winning the house up, with Harry shaking her head at the unbelievable amount of points awarded. Especially to Neville, ten points for holding the door open on the way into the feast. It wasn't Neville's fault, but Dumbledore was showing blatant favoritism. Harry didn't like it.
The year ended, they rode the train home, and Harry left in a taxi on her way to her "Uncle's house". In reality, she hopped out of the cab five minutes later, went inside a cafe restroom, and disappeared, reappearing in Bobby's living room, making him curse and drop his book on his foot.
"Hi Bobby," Harry greeted, hugging the man.
"Hey kid. Good school year?" Harry looked at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Boy have I got so much to tell you."
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MagicalCatgirl68: It's a good idea that I might poach in the future, make sure to harass me if I don't give you credit.
era-romance: Not weird. I do have interactions for both of them already planned, I won't give you spoilers though. As for the crossover idea, I do love the TV show Lucifer, but I don't see them as having the same style so it might be difficult to try and get both backstories together. If I continue my impromptu writing career I will probably post a Lucifer (TV) story at some point.
MintMousse: As I've said before, Dean and Sam are most likely not going to be romantic interests for Harry. There is the slightest possibility, but it's a very small one because the relationship that I developed in the earlier chapters did have more of a family vibe. As for her first crushes, I'm not giving any explicit hints except for the fact that I do have a group that I'm considering choosing from that go to Hogwarts, and possible some foreign input, but I haven't made the final decisions because a lot of what I've written is framework from a while ago, so I get the choice of filling in the details, especially in the later chapters. I'm also excited about the lore blending. The blending in this story is based upon the line of thought that firstly America has wilder magic than Britain due to its size and general geographic craziness, and secondly that muggle monsters and magical monsters are different in that muggle monsters often have trouble controlling the magical side of them that was thrust upon them while the magicals have already dealt with that for the majority of their lives.
Mr. Heller: I see your argument and I would like to raise you the fact that Harry, the mature-but-still-adolescent, is the one who thinks Dumbledore is evil. In time she will have to get over that conception and work with him, however grudgingly. At this point in time though, Dumbledore is evil to her. He left her on the doorstep of the worst people she's ever known without so much as a by-your-leave, which led to the worst years of her life and some ingrained abuse that he's still not completely over. In her view, all of his actions have been against her, no matter the "Greater Good" he was trying to achieve. In the story he is not an all-knowing mastermind, as Harry has gone under the radar in the Americas and he still thinks she's with the Dursleys. At the same time, he is not an incompetent fool, he's just overconfident from his triumphs in the war against Grindelwald and the continuing prestige he has from the last war. Add all of that up while also considering all of his positions and how busy he is, and you can see how Harry slipping his notice could be possible while him still being intelligent as described in the books. To wrap up, Harry sees him as evil, Dumbledore isn't completely black-hearted evil, he's just overconfident and a chessmaster at this point. As for the Goblins, Harry has a reason to trust them. They don't necessarily trust her, they were just surprised at her politeness at the beginning, an I will concede to playing that angle a little too much, but they don't trust her and she doesn't really trust them. Harry only really trusts a very small group of people, at this point probably only Bobby and the younger Winchesters, Ron and Hermione are only just breaking their way into her circle. But, she can trust that the Goblins want to keep her happy as she is one of their most important clients. As long as they want her gold and prestige, Harry can trust that the Goblins are giving her correct information because if they weren't and she somehow found out, she would terminate any business partnership with them, leading to a major dip in their worth as a bank. Please consider my points as I've made them in context to the story, and sorry for the long response.
Child of Dreams: It's a good song. As for Myrtle, the plans involving her will be made apparent in year two.
Aadarm: I'm glad you enjoyed some of it, but I'd like to make clear that harry won't act pathetic, she's just flying under the radar for most of her teachers. She's going to find out that she can't really handle the act of playing dumb for much longer, because while she's a Slytherin at heart who likes being cunning in her plans, she also has that pride that makes her want to just be herself and not be looked down on. You'll also find that once she figures out that Dumbledore thinks she's powerful because of her mother, and that she can get away with basically murdering a professor in cold blood because of that, she starts to relax a bit and enjoy her more hunter side at Hogwarts.
Guest: I do like overpowered characters based on the flaw in logic in the original stories, and I've used that idea here. It's not always the case in all the stories that I have hidden away, but an overpowered Harry who decides to say "screw you" to the accepted system makes sense when considering the story further on, so I decided to go for it. In other stories, it tends to flip flop between "accidental magic is early wandless magic" and "wands are focuses so let's find a better focus" kind of storylines.