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After lunch, the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff first-years headed to their next class, Defense Against the Dark Arts

Arriving at the classroom, they were curious to see what the subject would hold. They found themselves in a room filled with an eclectic array of objects, some of which looked quite dangerous.

Their new professor, Quirinus Quirrell, stood at the front of the class, his turban wound tightly around his head. He looked nervous as he greeted them.

As the lesson progressed, Harry couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about Professor Quirrell. His nervous demeanor and the turban wrapped tightly around his head made Harry curious. On a whim, he decided to use his X-ray vision to see if there was anything unusual.

Activating his X-ray vision discreetly, Harry scanned Quirrell. To his shock, he saw a faint, sinister face embedded on the back of Quirrell's head, hidden beneath the turban. The sight of the face made Harry's blood run cold—it was as though the face itself was alive, with malevolent eyes and a twisted mouth.

Their new professor, Quirinus Quirrell, stood at the front of the class, his turban wound tightly around his head. He looked nervous as he greeted them.

As soon as the class ended, Harry pulled Zatanna and Neville aside, with Hermione and the rest of their friends close behind.

"What's going on, Harry?" Zatanna asked, concern evident in her voice.

Harry took a deep breath. "I used my abilities on Quirrell. There's something really wrong with him. I saw... I saw a face on the back of his head, hidden under his turban. It looked alive."

Neville's eyes widened in shock, and Zatanna's expression grew solemn. They exchanged worried glances, knowing that this revelation could mean trouble.

Neville leaned in close, his voice barely above a whisper. "You should tell your mum about what you saw, Harry. She'll know how to handle it."

"Neville's right," Zatanna said, her voice soft but firm. "You should tell your mum, Harry. She'll know what to do."

The three friends quickly found an empty corridor, away from prying eyes and ears. Zatanna cast a spell to give them some privacy, murmuring the incantation "Tel Ydobon Raeh Su," under her breath.

With their surroundings shielded from any unwanted listeners, Harry activated his communication bracelet, whispering the command to call his mum.

A moment later, Lily's familiar face appeared in the holographic display. "Harry? What's wrong, sweetie?"

"Mum, I used my X-ray vision on Professor Quirrell," Harry began, glancing at Neville and Zatanna for support. "I saw something... disturbing. There's a face on the back of his head. It looked like Voldemort."

Lily's expression turned serious. "Stay calm, Harry. I'll look into it immediately. Keep your friends close and stay safe. I'll contact Minerva and let her know. And Harry, thank you for telling me."

Harry nodded. "Okay, Mum. We'll be careful."

As the communication ended, Harry felt a weight lift off his shoulders. With his mum now aware of the situation, he felt more prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

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Lily quickly contacted Professor McGonagall, informing her of the situation with Quirrell.

Lily's voice was calm but urgent as she addressed McGonagall. "I need to inform you of something troubling. It appears Professor Quirrell may be acting suspiciously. I've just received word from Harry that he used his abilities to see through Quirrell's actions during class. We need to investigate this matter immediately to ensure the safety of the students."

McGonagall listened attentively, nodding in understanding. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Lily," McGonagall replied. "We will take the necessary steps to address this situation."

Lily sighed with relief, grateful for their swift action.

"Please keep me updated," she added before ending the call.

McGonagall's expression tightened as she relayed the troubling news to Flitwick. "Flitwick, we have a situation on our hands. Harry Potter has just informed us of a concerning development regarding Professor Quirrell."

Flitwick's eyebrows shot up in alarm. "Oh dear, what's happened?"

"It seems that Potter used his abilities to observe Quirrell and discovered something troubling. We need to investigate further," McGonagall explained, her voice edged with urgency.

Flitwick nodded solemnly. "Indeed. We should discreetly monitor Quirrell's behavior and interactions. If there's any truth to Potter's observations, we must act swiftly."

"Agreed," McGonagall affirmed, her tone resolute. "However, we need concrete proof before taking any action. We can't disclose Potter's origins to anyone, so we must handle this discreetly. In the meantime, let's keep a close eye on Quirrell and ensure the safety of the students."

"Of course, Minerva," Flitwick responded, his voice steady. "We'll handle this with the utmost care and caution."

McGonagall nodded, a steely determination in her eyes. "Thank you, Filius. Let's hope this is just a misunderstanding, but we can't afford to take any risks."

Harry, Neville, and Zatanna brought Lana up to speed on the situation regarding Quirrell, filling her in on the gravity of the situation and the need for discretion. With Lana now in the loop, the four of them set out to track down Tonks, who they had sent a message to meet. She had been avoiding Harry and the gang since they left Smallville for some reason.

They searched the corridors and common rooms, eventually finding her in a broom closet, entwined with Cedric Diggory. Harry, using his X-ray vision, located Tonks amidst the tangle of limbs and discarded robes, her bra-clad figure illuminated by the dim light filtering through the cracks in the door. The sight made Harry feel uncomfortably warm, and he had to suppress the urge to activate his own Heat Vision to burn his eyes out.

Harry took a deep breath, trying to push aside his discomfort.

"Guys, Tonks is in there," Harry said, gesturing towards the broom closet with a nod of his head.

Lana, with a determined expression, marched up to the broom closet.

"Nymphadora Vulpecula Tonks, what on earth are you doing in there?" Lana's voice rang out, firm and commanding.

After a while, the closet door creaked open, revealing a disheveled Tonks and Cedric stepping out, their cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Please, Lana," Tonks pleaded, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Don't call me that."

Zatanna joined Lana, her expression stern as they both confronted Tonks about her behavior, while Neville and Harry shot disapproving looks at Cedric, silently expressing their disapproval.

"Tonks, what were you thinking?" Zatanna's voice was firm, her eyes narrowed with disapproval. "We'd already sent you a message. You know better than to sneak off with someone when you're supposed to be meeting with us. This is serious, and we need everyone's attention right now."

Tonks, who hadn't checked her messages yet, quickly scrolled through on her bracelet, her eyes widening as she saw the missed alerts. "Oh, Merlin, I didn't see these," she muttered, her face turning even redder. "I'm sorry, everyone. What's going on?"

Harry stepped forward, his tone edged with irritation. "We can't talk about this in front of 'Pretty Boy' here," he said, nodding towards Cedric. "This is Marauder business."

Cedric raised an eyebrow but stepped back, sensing the tension. "Alright, I'll leave you to it," he said, giving Tonks a sympathetic glance before walking away.

Once Cedric was out of earshot, Tonks turned to Harry, her expression serious. "Alright, what's going on?" she asked, clearly understanding the gravity of the situation now.

The group huddled together, their voices low but urgent as they filled Tonks in on the details.

"Harry used his X-ray vision on Professor Quirrell," Neville began, glancing around to make sure no one else was listening. "And he saw something...disturbing."

Tonks frowned. "Disturbing how?"

Harry took a deep breath. "There was another face on the back of his head. It looked...dark and twisted."

Tonks' eyes widened. "That's...that's serious. Did you tell anyone?"

"Yeah," Zatanna said. "We contacted Harry's mum, and she reached out to Professors McGonagall and Flitwick. They agree it's serious, but we need more concrete proof before they can act."

Lana nodded. "We thought you should know. And maybe you could help us figure out what to do next."

Tonks bit her lip, her mind racing. "Alright, let's think. If we need proof, we might have to catch Quirrell in the act of doing something suspicious. But we have to be careful. If he's really dangerous, we don't want to tip him off."

The group nodded in agreement, the weight of their task pressing down on them.

Lana, her brow furrowed in thought, spoke up. "Maybe we should bring the rest of our friends in on this. If we're going to be the 'New Marauders,' we need all the help we can get."

Neville shook his head, his expression serious. "Inducting them into the New Marauders would mean telling them Harry's secret. We don't know if we can trust them with that yet. It's too risky."

Zatanna nodded in agreement. "Neville's right. We have to be careful. If Harry's secret gets out, it could put him in danger. We need to find another way to get proof without involving too many people."

Harry sighed, feeling the weight of responsibility. "Okay, let's keep this between us for now. We'll need to come up with a plan to get the proof we need. And we have to be extra careful not to tip off Quirrell."

Tonks, being the super spy she was meant to be, nodded with determination. "Agreed. We'll watch him closely and see if we can catch him doing something suspicious. But we need to stay under the radar."

With a swift series of taps, snaps, and a final fist bump, they completed the 'New Marauders' secret handshake.

Later, Tonks trailed Quirrell with the skill of a seasoned spy. She blended seamlessly into the shadows, her eyes never leaving her target. Every step he took, she matched, ensuring she remained undetected while meticulously observing his every move.

Quirrell's movements were erratic, and he seemed nervous, frequently glancing over his shoulder. Tonks kept a safe distance, using her training to remain invisible to his paranoid glances. She watched as he slipped into the dark, rarely-used corridor leading to the dungeons.

Her heart pounded as she followed him deeper underground. The air grew colder, and the shadows lengthened. Quirrell paused at a seemingly ordinary wall, muttering an incantation under his breath. Tonks leaned in, straining to hear. The wall shimmered and revealed a hidden door, which Quirrell quickly slipped through.

Tonks hesitated for a moment, then moved closer, studying the enchantment on the door. She knew she had to be cautious; one wrong move and Quirrell would know he was being followed. Taking a deep breath, she mimicked his actions, murmuring the incantation. The door shimmered once more, and she slipped inside, her wand at the ready.

Inside, she found herself in a dimly lit chamber filled with ancient artifacts and mysterious symbols. Quirrell was at the far end, speaking in hushed tones to a shadowy figure that sent chills down Tonks' spine. She couldn't hear their conversation clearly, but she caught enough to know they were discussing something dark and dangerous.

Tonks crouched behind a large, dusty statue, careful to remain hidden. She knew she had to get closer, but the risk was immense. She took a silent, deep breath, her mind racing. She needed to gather as much information as possible before retreating to inform the others.

As she edged forward, Tonks's heart pounded in her chest, each step a calculated risk. The chamber seemed to grow darker with every movement, the shadows dancing ominously around her. She focused on Quirrell and the mysterious figure, straining to catch every word.

Just as she crept closer, a floorboard creaked beneath her foot. Tonks froze, her breath caught in her throat. For a heart-stopping moment, she feared she had been discovered. But the conversation continued, uninterrupted.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Tonks pressed on, inching closer to the pair. She strained to make out their words, her senses heightened to their fullest extent. With every passing moment, the pieces of the puzzle started to come together, but there were still gaps in the picture.

Suddenly, Quirrell's head snapped in her direction, his eyes widening in alarm. Tonks's heart leaped into her throat as she realized she had been spotted. Without hesitation, she bolted, sprinting back the way she came, adrenaline coursing through her veins.

Behind her, she could hear the echo of hurried footsteps, the sound of pursuit. But Tonks was determined not to be caught. She dodged obstacles with practiced agility, her mind racing with thoughts of escape.

Finally, she burst out of the hidden chamber and into the relative safety of the dungeons. She didn't stop running until she was a safe distance away, her chest heaving with exertion. Only then did she allow herself a moment to catch her breath, her mind already racing with plans to share her findings with the others.

Tonks knew she had come dangerously close to being discovered, but she also knew that the information she had gathered could be crucial in uncovering the truth. And with that thought, she resolved to continue her surveillance, more determined than ever to expose the dark forces at play.

The next day, Tonks gathered with her fellow members of the "New Marauders" in their secret meeting spot. She relayed the events of the previous night in hushed tones, the urgency evident in her voice.

Her companions listened intently, their expressions a mix of concern and determination. It was clear that they understood the gravity of the situation.

"We need to act quickly," Harry declared, a sense of urgency in his voice. "If Quirrell is involved with Voldemort, we can't afford to waste any time."

Lana, with a determined look on her face, spoke up next. "We need to find a way to remove Quirrell's turban from his head."

Zatanna, always ready for a challenge, nodded in agreement. "But it's not going to be easy. It'll require a Marauders level prank."

The group fell silent for a moment, contemplating the enormity of the task ahead. Then, as if on cue, mischief sparkled in their eyes, and a plan began to take shape.

With Harry's leadership, Lana's determination, and Zatanna's magical prowess, the "New Marauders" were ready to embark on their most daring adventure yet. They knew the risks were high, but they also knew that the fate of the wizarding world rested in their hands.

With unwavering resolve, they set out to execute their plan, confident that together, they could overcome any obstacle in their path. For Tonks and her comrades, it was time to prove that they were worthy heirs to the legacy of the original Marauders.

The next day arrived with a sense of excitement crackling in the air, as if the very walls of Hogwarts were buzzing with anticipation. The "New Marauders" were ready to unleash their legendary prank, and they were determined to make it an event to remember.

Under Harry's charismatic leadership, they orchestrated a spectacle like no other. With Lana's expert coordination, they choreographed a series of distractions and illusions that would rival even the grandest of magical performances. Zatanna, with her flair for the dramatic, added her own special touch, weaving spells of awe and wonder into every aspect of their plan.

As the moment of truth approached, the entire school seemed to hold its breath in anticipation. Then, with a flourish of wands and a burst of magical energy, the prank unfolded in a blaze of glory.

Quirrell's turban didn't just come loose—it erupted into a cascade of shimmering lights and swirling colors, like fireworks exploding against the night sky. As it unraveled, it revealed not just the dark presence lurking beneath, but a dazzling display of illusions and enchantments that left the entire school in awe.

Gasps of astonishment echoed through the halls as Quirrell stood exposed, his secret laid bare for all to see. But before anyone could react, a chilling presence filled the room as Voldemort emerged from Quirrell's body, a specter of darkness and malice.

As the Dark Lord's eyes locked onto Harry in the crowd, his intentions clear, panic gripped the room. But in the midst of the chaos, Zatanna stepped forward, poised and ready.

With a swift flick of her wrist and a whispered incantation, Zatanna summoned the ancient power of the Zatara family magic. Mumbling the incantation, "Dleihs Yrrah Morf Mrah," she wove a protective barrier around Harry, shielding him from harm.

As Voldemort's spirit hurtled toward Harry, the barrier shimmered into existence, deflecting the deadly force with ease. The crowd watched in awe as the specter was redirected harmlessly away, their fear giving way to relief.

The Dark Lord's spirit, now deflected, let out an enraged howl before dissipating into the ether, unable to maintain its form. The students and teachers stood frozen, their shock slowly turning into murmurs of astonishment and admiration.

As the chaos began to subside, the "New Marauders" exchanged knowing glances. They had successfully pulled off a prank of legendary proportions, exposing Quirrell and protecting Harry from the lurking evil. The prank was not just a spectacle but a demonstration of their courage and unity.

But as the dust settled, their triumphant smiles faded. They turned to see Quirrell's lifeless body crumpled on the floor, a haunting reminder of the dark magic that had been at play. The room fell silent, the weight of the moment sinking in.

For a brief moment, a somber mood hung over the group. The reality of their actions and the danger they had faced was starkly evident. Yet, amidst the gravity of the situation, there was also a sense of resolution. They had confronted evil head-on and protected their friend, showcasing the strength of their bond and their commitment to the greater good.

As they quietly exited the scene, leaving the faculty to handle the aftermath, the "New Marauders" knew that their actions had made a significant impact. Their legendary prank had exposed a dangerous threat and reaffirmed their role as protectors of Hogwarts.

In their secret meeting spot, the group gathered once more. Laughter and camaraderie returned, mingled with a newfound sense of purpose. They had faced darkness and emerged stronger, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. For Tonks, Harry, Lana, Neville and Zatanna, this was just the beginning of their journey as the new defenders of Hogwarts, a legacy they would uphold with courage, cleverness, and unwavering friendship.

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