The rest of the year at Hogwarts slipped away, it seemed like a blink of an eye for Harry and the end of term tests were upon them, he was extremely confident he had passed but he admitted to Bathsheda later that some of the theory had still been challenging for him. It seemed like the head start he had gotten before Hogwarts was beginning to fade, of course the other students were unlikely to ever catch up to him in terms of power, that was unless unless they learned to form mithril.

Harry was hoping that next year the classes would be challenging, he was looking forward to learning defense against the dark arts although from what he had seen of Quirrell his stutter could get extremely annoying.

The year had been rather boring for Harry overall, one of the interesting moments was when he had helped Hagrid search the forbidden forest for whoever was hunting the unicorns.

Harry and Hagrid had spent most of that evening talking about the various creatures in the forest, they had even run into the centaurs who had been extremely unhelpful but eventually they had found the dying unicorn. Hagrid had tried to save it but its injuries were too severe.

As they knelt before the dying unicorn a larger unicorn had emerged from the dark before them, it knelt over the other unicorn and had licked its wounds, the cuts had sealed themselves and the remaining blood lost its silver appearance and became a dull grey, the dying unicorn had whinnied once and dropped its head to the ground dead.

The larger unicorn rose until it stood tall and stared at Harry and Hagrid, Hagrid bowed before the creature and Harry followed his lead and kept his eyes fixed on the ground, Harry heard the unicorn step closer and felt his hair being sniffed, he had stayed stock still until eventually the unicorn had snorted and trotted back into the darkness and out of sight.

Since finding the mirror of Erised Harry had taken to wander the halls of Hogwarts invisibly, he had found many secrets within the walls and rooms, hoping to find out at least one more of the castles secrets before he had to leave the castle for the summer Harry had decided on one last wander.

When he saw Professor Quirrell's magic flash past Harry started to follow, curious as to why the defense professor was running around Hogwarts invisible after midnight. He followed the man down the third floor corridor but stopped when he entered Fluffy's room.

Harry decided it would be best to alert Dumbledore when Quirrell suddenly turned and pointed his wand behind Harry, Harry turned to see what he was pointing at and just managed to see a large stone pedestal fly into him, as he fell backwards he felt his cloak open, losing its invisibility until he hit the floor hard and smacked his head against the floor and the world faded to black.

Harry began regaining consciousness slowly, first he regained enough consciousness to realise Quirrell was playing a huge game of Wizards Chess before he fell unconscious again, next he grew aware of great walls of fire around him and a potion being forcefully poured down his throat, he felt the magic from the potion soak into him and became aware of his own magic trying to fix the damage done to him, his eyes shut knowing the next time they opened he would be back to full health.

When he finally fully awoke he was in a strange room that he had never seen before, the only things in the room were Professor Quirrell and the Mirror of Erised, Quirrell was pacing before the mirror muttering angrily, it seemed he had been there for a while

"I see myself with the Stone, I see myself giving it to my master, but how did I get it? Do I break the mirror?"

"You may find breaking that mirror harder than you would imagine" Harry commented as he stood up, he had felt his pockets and had noticed his wand and school supplies had been taken, he still had his rings on though and he guessed he could summon his flask if he got thirsty.

Even without his wand he was not defenseless since he could form a weapon with mithril, unfortunately he had left his saber in the workshop as both he and Bathsheda had decided it would be too dangerous for him to carry it around school, however he didn't want to reveal his mithril to someone how wanted the Philosopher's Stone, most likely he was an agent of Voldemort.

"Ah Potter, so glad you could join us, surprised are you? Not to see poor stuttering Quirrell?"

"Not really" Harry shrugged "I mean I guess I'm surprised that Dumbledore didn't pick up on it before but knowing him he did and just didn't see you as enough of a threat, I guessed Voldemort would send someone after the Stone when Dumbledore told me it was kept here."

"Dumbledore is an old fool… of course I wonder if your mud-blood friend would have said I am not a threat? It was me that brought the troll into the school after all Potter. It was meant to just be a distraction, but that fool Snape got in my way before I could get here, a shame really, she needn't have died."

Quirrell had let the troll in… Hermione was dead because of him… and now he was gloating about it.

Thrusting out his hand Harry let the mithril spear he had been forming fly across the room directly towards Quirrell. The professor's eyes widened and he jumped out of the way and watched the spear sink into the Mirror. The glass rippled as if it were made of water, Quirrell turned back to the boy and Voldemort was forced to take control over Quirrell's body to raise a shield of solid steel to slow the spear while jumping to the side.

Harry's eyes widened as he sensed the change in magic, looking with his mage sight he saw the last remains of Quirrell's light pink magic be absorbed by the dark red of Voldemort's, once all the pink had vanished Quirrell's face blurred and was replaced with a different face. The face of Lord Voldemort, Harry assumed.

"Enough!" Voldemort roared as he sent a wave of raw magic at Harry that knocked him to the ground, he snapped his fingers and made ropes of pure energy that restrained Harry while also draining him of his power.

"A valiant effort boy, it is not often someone manages to surprise Lord Voldemort. You should join with me, together we could rule the world. You could be great someday and together we would be unstoppable!"

"As if I would ever join you, you're pure evil!" Harry spat defiantly

Voldemort tutted scornfully "Look how the boy talks of good and evil. Child there is no good or evil, there is only power and those too weak to seek it. Your father rejected my offer too you know, three times I gave him the choice to join me. How fitting that you now follow in your father's footsteps all the way to the same grave. Soon I will regain a body of my own and destroy you once and for all"

"I prefer the saying 'there is no good or evil, just power and those wise enough to wield it' and you are not wise enough" Harry ignored the comment about his father, he knew he needed to keep his head if he was to escape, thoughts ran wild around through his head but none were feasible.

Voldemort only tipped his head in acknowledgment before turning to the Mirror, Voldemort studied it carefully and he sensed the charms and enchantments that Dumbledore had placed over the Mirror, those enchantments stopped Voldemort locking deeper into the magic of the Mirror without completely destroying the Stone within.

He would have to play the old fool's games for just a little longer, turning back to the boy he pulled him in front of the mirror with his magic and hissed "Look within boy, tell your Lord what you see"

Harry looked and saw only his mirror self, looking at the hand of his other self he saw a small glowing red stone, so small it could easily fit within his palm and not be seen, his other self lowered the stone into its pocket and suddenly Harry felt a weight settle within his pocket.

Voldemort must have sensed something was wrong, he tried turning the boy to face him however the moment his hands came in contact with the boy's skin they began searing with pain. The boy had felt it too and fell to the floor with a cry, the stone fell out of his hand and rolled onto the ground.

Both Voldemort and Harry stared at the Stone and Harry tried to grab it, Voldemort's wandless banisher hit it first however and it sailed across the room, Harry began running towards it and Voldemort tried to summon it, luckily it seemed it was protected against summoning for the Stone did not even rock.

Seeing that Harry had almost reached the Stone Voldemort desperately sent a dark flame spell towards the Stone, the purple flames only burned living beings which left the Stone alone however they jumped towards Harry's outstretched hand, Harry pulled his hand back in pain and saw Voldemort walking towards him slowly, cautious in case Harry had any tricks left.

Knowing he didn't have the energy left to send another spear Harry turned back to the burning Stone and formed a gauntlet of mithril around his hand, he thrust his protected hand into the flames and scooped up the Stone without getting burned.

Turning back to Voldemort Harry's eyes widened when Voldemort's curse struck Harry in the chest flinging him into far the wall, Voldemort flew over and tried to pry the stone from the boys hand, only let out a scream of pain when his hand came in contact with the strange silver metal which burned exactly like the effects of the flame curse he had set on the Stone.

On the floor Harry was desperately trying to fight the curse Voldemort has placed on him but even after fully draining all of the mithril in the bands he wore on his ankles he still wasn't strong enough to break the spell. Finally he only had the gauntlet left and so he drew his magic from that too… then kept drawing magic as the gauntlet did not even seem affected by the drawing of magic, however the Stone began glowing brightly.

Harry looked with his mage sight and saw that the Stone's magic glowed like it was made of fire, where the stone came in contact with the mithril tendrils of this fiery magic had cut into the green magic of the mithril.

On the edge of the mithril the dark red tint of Voldemort's own magic lay caged within bars of green with the Stone's fire holding the bars together, Harry instinctively knew that although the gauntlet now had the Stone's magic embedded within it still obeyed him completely, it was almost as if the Stone and mithril had merged and shared their powers, the Stone was under his control and identified him as its new master.

Pulling all the magic he could from the Stone he held it tightly within until he felt he would burst, in one great push he aimed his magic at Voldemort's curse and directed all his fury into it, Voldemort's magic snapped under the onslaught of magic and Harry rose defiantly, smoke curling off his body from trying to contain so much energy.

He pointed his gauntleted hand at Voldemort and shot a stream of magic at him, Voldemort waved his wand and summoned a shield of pure magic to protect him, if he was surprised at the power the boy possessed he did not show it.

Despite Harry having another, more powerful source of magic to tap into, his body was not capable of dealing with such high quantities of magic and Harry began feeling like he had a temperature and smoke began curling off his body, Voldemort grinned behind his shield as despite not being at his full magical potential he was used to such high demands of magic, Quirrell hadn't when they had first met but under the training of the dark lord his power had quickly grown.

Harry felt himself kneel as his body began to give way and Voldemort started walking towards him, pushing the shield forward, Harry knew he had lost but hoped that even if he died Voldemort would never be able to get the Stone out of the mithril.

Just as his magic gave up Dumbledore stormed into the room and began a vicious assault on Voldemort, knowing he would never be able to withstand Dumbledore while within the wards of Hogwarts even at full power, Voldemort summoned Fiendfyre before forcing his spirit out of what was left of Quirrell and fled the castle and the country.

Back in the chamber Dumbledore fought the Fiendfyre desperately, Fawkes had flamed into the chamber and was doing his best to keep the fire away from Harry and Dumbledore but even a phoenix cannot control Fiendfyre, Fawkes also managed to shed a tear onto Harry so that the boy could escape when needed.

Harry felt his body repair from the damage his magic had inflicted onto it and stood slowly, watching Dumbledore battle the raging tornado of fire, Harry felt the dark taint rolling out of the flames and realised this was extremely bad, it appeared like it was only the Wand of death that was even allowing Dumbledore to hold the fire back from burning them all.

Knowing Dumbledore needed his help, Harry formed a ball of mithril with the ideology of flooding and rolled it into the heart of the fire even before it had fully solidified, instantly a wall of steam erupted from within the fire as the flood of water met the fire, Dumbledore saw what was happening and directed the fire inwards, towards the water.

Harry had to form two more of the mithril balls before the Fiendfyre finally died out, the first mithril ball was almost entirely melted and gave off a few pitiful spurts of water when he found it, the other two were less damaged but Harry noticed they were deformed and dispensing water far slower than they should.

He began to grow panicked as he was unable to deform the spheres at it seemed the fire had deformed them enough to change the properties of the mithril's magic, making him lose control over them.

Thinking quickly Harry summoned his flask and dropped the three balls into it then let the flask go, praying that the balls would remain static in metaphysical space until he thought of a way to deform them.

With the danger over, the adrenaline faded and Harry realised just how exhausted he was, he turned to Dumbledore to tell him how tired he felt only to fall unconscious mid turn.

Harry awoke suddenly, he decided he was getting extremely annoyed at falling unconscious, he sat up slowly and felt a sense of deja vu, he was in the hospital wing again with Dumbledore sitting beside him

"I cannot express how glad I am that you are safe, Harry"

"Personally, I'm getting fed up with falling unconscious, is the Stone safe professor?"

"It's still firmly stuck within your mithril gauntlet, I had to convince Poppy that it was accidental magic in order for her to leave it… now would you mind telling me how you came about being in that room with Voldemort, Harry?" He told Dumbledore exactly what happened and Harry thought he saw pride bloom within Dumbledore's eyes

"That was extremely brave Harry, few adult wizards would have had the bravery to stand up to Voldemort like you did tonight"

"I was scared mostly" Harry admitted

"Ah, but bravery is doing something despite being afraid, indeed if you were not scared I would be more concerned…"

"Sir what happens with the Stone now?"

"Well, I have been talking to Nicolas and we have decided that the Stone should remain with you."
"What? But doesn't he and his wife need the Stone to live?"

"He does. However, the reason I was out of the castle tonight was because I was meeting with Nicolas and we had just decided the Stone was too dangerous to keep, when I felt the Stone leave the mirror and returned here as quick as I could. It came as a surprise to find that the Stone had merged with your mithril, I spoke with Nicolas about it and he agreed that it would be safer to keep it with you, under your protection… Although I am going to ask that you train considerably before using the power of the Stone again. Channeling that power almost killed you Harry and it was only Fawkes' tears that saved you"

Harry nodded humbled, he had started to think he was untouchable due to his mithril but even with his mithril Voldemort had very nearly killed him, even combing his mithril and the Stone had not been enough to stand up to a weakened Voldemort.

"Now, I would personally suggest adding to the gauntlet whatever makes your flasks appear whenever they are called along with anything you and Bathsheda decide is best"

Harry was let out of the hospital wing that night decided to go to his workshop, when he opened the door, he found Bathsheda pacing "Do you know how worried you made me?" She asked as soon as she noticed him

"I'm sorry, I was going to find you but I got found before I could escape"

Bathsheda pulled him forward and hugged him tightly, she let him go after a short while and said "Now was there anything left you wanted to do before summer?"

Harry pulled out the gauntlet from his bag and showed it to her, he had managed to get it to detach from his hand but had been unsure on what to do without Bathsheda present

"I also have to deal with some mithril that melted in a fire" Harry said

"Your mithril melted?"

"Yea, Voldemort summoned this fire before he fled and it took me, Dumbledore and a phoenix to stop it"

"Sounds like it could have been Fiendfyre… I suppose it would make sense that something that powerful could even damage the mithril"

Harry picked his saber off its shelf where it normally sat alongside Dumbledore's sculptures and the very first, shrunken, ward generator, he then called his flask, instantly water began spilling from the top and onto the floor, tipping his flask upside down the three balls fell out and began flooding the workshop.

Harry quickly stabbed all three with the saber and watched with satisfaction as they vanished into the saber, frowning at the water left over Harry put the gauntlet on and willed the water to rise, forcefully stopping himself from remembering who had been with him the last time he had done something like this.

With the power of the gauntlet he was able to lift up all of the water in one go, he felt the burn from channeling too much magic and let most of the water drop back to the floor until the burn had receded, he then cooled the water left into a large sheet of floating ice.

By turning the water into a solid it allowed him to pick up the remaining water, rather than needing to focus on each individual water drop he could just lift up part of the ice sheet in one go, once all the water had been collected and frozen he asked Bathsheda to vanish it.

Once the water had gone room was spotless, he put down the gauntlet and let Bathsheda look at it again
"What's this stone?"

"I believe it's commonly known as the Philosopher's Stone"

She looked at him in disbelief but turned back to the Stone and realised he was right, she demanded an explanation so Harry told her what Dumbledore had said in the hospital wing.

Harry then tried to reform the gauntlet to add some ideologies only to find that he could only reform the parts of the gaunt that remain untouched from the Stone's own magic, determined not to be stopped Harry formed a small block of mithril with the ideologies of possession, anti-theft, notice-not and resizing, he then willed the gauntlet to absorb the block completely.

He felt the gauntlet take hold of the ideologies, within the resizing ideology were various conditions, he hoped that the gauntlet would resize and change into a ring he could wear on his finger and then when he flexed his magic the ring would change back into the gauntlet.

It took some work but eventually he had managed to get the gauntlet to change to a ring and back at will, he did not want to risk making the gauntlet metaphysical incase the Stone did not change with the gauntlet or did change but wouldn't change back, resulting in it being lost in the metaphysical pane.

He then turned to his saber and added the metaphysical ideology, he then took the ring that called his flask and added another call for the saber, depending on whichever one he was thinking of, he would either summon his saber or flask.

That did mean he couldn't have both the flask and the saber at the same time but it was a small price to pay, if he had his saber when he was facing Voldemort things might have been easier.

Looking down at his finger he wondered if people would question why he now had three rings. The first ring which was closest to his knuckle was the ring Hermione had made before her death, next he had the ring for his flask and saber and then finally the ring for his gauntlet.

The ring for the gauntlet was uniquely different compared to the other two, Hermione's ring was a plain band of pure silver and seemed normal until you looked at the magic behind it and saw it was identical to what had been Hermione's magic, his flask ring had originally been a plain metal band too but over time he had added designs around the edge and coloured it a dark, mossy green.

However the gauntlet ring had formed itself with a small bright red gem on top that Harry recognised as the Philosopher's Stone, just resized to fit properly on the ring, the metal band had strips of the red crystal running over and through the metal and if you looked closely you could see it looked like small streams of fire were flowing within the crystal, the band itself was plain looking except a thin line of dark red along the edge.

People would later find that trying to steal that ring would feel as if their hand was burning, the harder they pulled the hotter the burning would get, eventually their entire hand would combust.

When Harry had thrust the newly formed gauntlet into the fire curse the gauntlet had absorbed the curse into itself, making itself stronger. Which was then imbued into the anti-theft ideology Harry had added. If Harry gave the gauntlet to someone willingly the holder would not be affected but if someone tried to take it by force the anti-theft and curse would activate.

The possession ideology meant that while Harry possessed the gauntlet it would obey him totally, it also meant it was completely immune to magic from anyone other than him although it would take in any magic that would strengthen it, finally the notice-not meant that nobody would look too deeply at the ring, either at its magic or appearance.

Harry boarded the train regretfully, he would have preferred to have stayed at Hogwarts over the summer but had figured he wouldn't be allowed. Bathsheda had said she would have a lot of work to do over the holidays and would not be able to write much but if he had any issues or questions he should feel free to write to her. He had received a letter from 'Wulfric' which had said basically the same thing except he had added that if he said the name Fawkes, the phoenix would appear.

Hagrid had said he would try and write, he had also given Harry a book full of pictures of his family, at the back of the book there was room to add more and the last page of the book had a photo of him, Hermione and Hagrid laughing. Harry had added a photo of just him and Hagrid, him and Bathsheda and then the photo of him and Hermione he had gotten from Ron at Christmas.

Riding the train was a boring journey without friends to talk. Neville was still avoiding him and Ron had enough sense to stay away, Harry read the 'Tales of the Brothers Three' again and wrote into his own notebook, he decided he would like to see Godric's hollow and Hangleton someday just to see the graves, he knew he could have asked Dumbledore to take him for the man must surely have gone himself but Harry wanted this to be his own journey.

The train arrived at Kings Cross far too quickly for Harry's liking and soon he was sat in Vernon's car heading back to Privet Drive and the Dursleys

So ends year 1, short recap, Harry is aware of the deathly Hallows and is a "seeker" of the hallows and Dumbledore is starting to see Harry as an equal.

If you want to know what the gauntlet looks like imagine one of Ironman's gauntlets, instead of the arc reactor in the palm you have the Philosopher's Stone, the mithril gauntlet is of course copied off of the infinity gauntlet and will be developed upon later, I am currently imagining the Stone as a combination of the power stone and reality stone.

As I said back in chapter one Harry will / does get powerful very quickly, already at the age of eleven he has access to enough power to beat young Dumbledore's protections in Desire and enough to fight Voldemort to a standstill, of course having enough power isn't the problem, the problem is from Harry not being able to channel the power safely, in my mind Harry was seconds from bursting into flames before Dumbledore arrived when he was holding off Voldemort.

So far the summer holiday between years will be longer than in the actual book, if anyone wants to guess what will happen closest guess gets a cookie, once summer is over second year will most likely be shorter than this first year as the basics of this magic has largely been established.