Yasuke returned to Hogwarts with newfound confidence after his success at the British Wizard
Duelling Association workshop. He had not only sharpened his dueling skills, but he'd also
learned a new spell that he couldn't wait to experiment with: Aqua Spumans, commonly known
as the Bubble Spout. It was a spell that conjured streams of non-bursting bubbles from the tip of
a wand. While it seemed lighthearted, Yasuke had discovered it had some intriguing
applications in dueling, particularly for disorienting or distracting an opponent.
But there wasn't much time to dwell on dueling spells as the final exams were quickly
approaching, and the castle was buzzing with tension. Hogwarts was filled with anxious
students, poring over textbooks, and practicing spells at every opportunity. Yasuke, always
eager to learn, spent countless hours in the library alongside Hermione, Harry, and Ron,
preparing for the exams.
One afternoon in the library, Yasuke was revising his notes on Charms when Hermione leaned
over. "You've been quiet since you came back from the workshop. I've been meaning to
ask—did you learn any new spells?"
Yasuke smiled, pulling out his wand. "Yeah, I picked up one called Aqua Spumans. It's a bit
different. It shoots bubbles out of the wand—sounds simple, but it can be really useful."
Hermione raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Bubbles? I didn't expect that."
Yasuke grinned. "They're not ordinary bubbles. They don't burst, and they're surprisingly good
for causing a distraction during a duel. I can show you if you want."
"Absolutely!" Hermione said, her eyes lighting up with excitement.
They moved to a quieter section of the library, far from the prying eyes of Madam Pince, who
had a strict no-spellcasting rule in the library. Yasuke made sure the coast was clear before
pulling out his wand and focusing.
"Aqua Spumans!"
A stream of translucent, shimmering bubbles erupted from the tip of Yasuke's wand, swirling
through the air. The bubbles floated lazily, catching the light from the tall windows, and then
began to spread out in different directions, moving in waves. The spell felt light, but Yasuke had
learned to manipulate it to control the flow and movement of the bubbles.
Hermione watched, her expression thoughtful. "It's beautiful. And I see how this could be useful.
You could easily block someone's view or confuse them in the middle of a duel."
"Exactly," Yasuke said. "It's a small spell, but when used creatively, it can make a difference. I
practiced using it to distract opponents and block their line of sight. You'd be surprised how
disorienting a cloud of bubbles can be when you're trying to focus."
Hermione nodded, clearly impressed. "That's brilliant, Yasuke. You've got a real talent for
thinking strategically about magic."
Yasuke smiled, feeling a swell of pride. He loved that about magic—the endless possibilities and
combinations, the creativity involved. And with exams approaching, he knew that every edge he
could gain would be important.
--
The pressure of final exams was bearing down on everyone, and the Gryffindor common room
had turned into a quiet haven of study and practice. Late one night, Yasuke sat by the fire, his
notes spread out in front of him. Typhoon, his loyal falcon, perched on the back of his chair,
occasionally ruffling his feathers as if reminding Yasuke to take a break.
Harry and Ron were on the floor nearby, both buried in their textbooks. Harry had a look of
determination on his face, but Ron looked utterly defeated by the volume of material they had to
cover.
"I'm never going to remember all this," Ron groaned, flipping through the pages of his
Transfiguration textbook. "Why do we have to learn so much theory? Can't we just transform
something and call it a day?"
Hermione, who was sitting at the next table with her own pile of notes, gave Ron a disapproving
look. "You'll need to know the theory behind the magic to perform it properly. And if you don't
understand how it works, you won't be able to adapt under pressure. You should be grateful we
have time to study."
Yasuke grinned as Ron rolled his eyes, clearly resigned to his fate. "Don't worry, Ron. You've
been doing better than you think. Just keep at it."
Ron grumbled something unintelligible but continued reading. Yasuke, meanwhile, flipped
through his notes on Charms and DADA, practicing the spells in his head. He was confident
about most of the material, but there was always that nagging feeling that something
unexpected could happen during the exams.
"We've been practicing the basics," Yasuke said, turning to Harry, "but I think we should try
using some of the more advanced spells like Aqua Spumans in our revision. It might help shake
things up a bit."
Harry looked intrigued. "You think it could work in a duel?"
"Definitely," Yasuke replied.
Hermione nodded, though she still seemed focused on their immediate tasks. "I think the most
important thing right now is to make sure we're prepared for the exams. Once we get through
those, we can focus on other things—like what's going on with Snape and the Philosopher's
Stone."
The mention of the Stone brought a brief silence over the group. The closer they got to the end
of the year, the more the mystery surrounding the Stone weighed on them. Harry, especially,
had grown more anxious. Yasuke could see the worry in his eyes, though Harry often tried to
hide it behind his usual determination.
"We'll figure it out," Yasuke said, trying to reassure them. "But first, we need to pass our exams."
--
The day of the final exams arrived faster than any of them expected. The tension in the castle
was palpable as students filled the Great Hall, quills ready, books packed away, and nerves
running high. Yasuke sat beside Harry, Ron, and Hermione, his wand tucked safely in his robes
as they prepared for the first of many exams.
The first test was on Charms, and Yasuke felt his pulse quicken as the professor handed out the
written portion. As he worked through the exam, he found that the countless hours of practice
had paid off. The theory came easily, and Yasuke wrote with confidence, answering each
question methodically.
Once the written portion was over, it was time for the practical exam. Yasuke stepped up to the
professor, his wand at the ready. He performed the required spells—Wingardium Leviosa,
Aguamenti, and Stupefy—with precision, moving through each task smoothly.
As the exam continued, Yasuke couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. His hard work, both in
dueling and in his academic studies, was paying off. And as the day came to a close, he knew
that while the exams were important, the true test would come later—when they would face
whatever danger awaited them near the Philosopher's Stone.
For now, Yasuke was content with his progress.
--
Finally the last of the exams had finally come to an end. Hogwarts was buzzing with relief as
students poured out of the Great Hall, their faces a mixture of exhaustion and elation. Yasuke,
Harry, Ron, and Hermione regrouped in the Gryffindor common room, where nearly everyone
else was lounging in armchairs, sprawled across couches, or simply lying on the floor in a state
of pure mental fatigue.
Ron dropped into the closest chair with a dramatic sigh, rubbing his face. "I don't think I've got
any brain cells left. I swear, I forgot how to spell my own name halfway through that
Transfiguration exam."
Harry chuckled, though he wasn't far from Ron's state of exhaustion. "You're not the only one.
I've never seen so many difficult questions in one exam. It's like McGonagall was testing us on
every detail from the last seven years, not just one."
Hermione, however, sat down at the table with her usual grace and pulled out—of course—a
new book. She opened it with a look of eagerness, her eyes scanning the pages as though the
exams hadn't been enough mental stimulation for her.
Ron stared at her in disbelief. "Hermione, please tell me that's not another textbook. We just
finished exams! Don't you want to take a break like the rest of us?"
Hermione looked up, raising an eyebrow. "It's not a textbook, Ron. It's a book on magical theory
I've been meaning to read. Now that the exams are over, I finally have time."
Ron groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. "She's unstoppable. I bet she's got a whole
shelf full of books waiting to be read this summer."
Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "Let her be, Ron. You know she loves this stuff."
Meanwhile, Yasuke, who had spent the last few hours reviewing the final portions of his exams
in his mind, was feeling restless. He was both cerebral and physical by nature, and sitting
around after an intense week of mental exercise made him itch for movement. While most
students wanted to collapse from mental fatigue, Yasuke felt the need to burn off his energy in a
different way.
"I don't know about you guys," Yasuke said, standing up and stretching, "but I need to move. I'm
going for a run around the lake."
Harry looked at him incredulously, still too tired to imagine anything more than lying on a couch
for the next hour. "You've got to be joking. After all that, you want to run?"
Yasuke smiled, already feeling the anticipation of stretching his legs. "Yep. Sitting around
doesn't work for me after all this thinking. I need to get out, clear my head. Plus, it's a nice day,
and the lake's peaceful."
Ron looked at Yasuke as if he'd gone mad. "You're mental, mate. Who runs for fun?"
Hermione, still focused on her book, didn't even glance up as she responded. "It's actually a
very healthy way to process mental fatigue. Physical activity can help improve cognitive function
and lower stress."
Ron just groaned again. "I'll take a nap, thanks."
Yasuke laughed and grabbed his jacket, feeling the familiar pull to be active. He enjoyed
thinking, but there was something about pushing his body physically that brought him balance.
His instincts were sharp, his body quick, but being hands-on with the world was as much a part
of him as his intellect. Running, training, and just moving in the open air grounded him in a way
nothing else could.
"You lot can stay here," Yasuke said, heading for the door. "I'll be back in a bit."
As he made his way through the castle and out onto the grounds, the cool breeze off the lake
greeted him. The late afternoon sun reflected off the surface of the water, casting a shimmering
glow over the Hogwarts grounds. Yasuke inhaled deeply, feeling the tension of exams start to
fade with each step.
He began to jog along the edge of the Black Lake, his feet crunching on the gravel path. The
rhythmic sound of his breath and the steady pounding of his footsteps gave him a sense of
clarity. The physical exertion allowed his mind to wander freely, connecting thoughts and ideas
in ways that sitting still never could.
As Yasuke ran, he reflected on everything that had happened during the year—the mysteries
surrounding the Philosopher's Stone, the intense dueling practice, his growing bond with Harry,
Ron, and Hermione. He had learned so much, not just in classes but about himself. He was
both a thinker and a doer, and he had come to realize that his strength lay in the combination of
those two things.
Running alongside the lake, the peacefulness of the water and the whisper of the breeze in the
trees brought him a sense of calm. Typhoon soared above, keeping a watchful eye on him from
the sky, swooping low over the water before circling back.
As he approached the halfway point of his loop around the lake, Yasuke slowed to a stop, taking
a moment to catch his breath. He stood at the edge of the water, looking out over the vast
expanse, and felt a sense of clarity wash over him. The exams were behind them now, but the
bigger challenges were still to come.
He knew that the mysteries of the Stone weren't over yet, and Snape's involvement still weighed
heavily on his mind. Yasuke didn't like leaving things unresolved, and he had a strong feeling
that something big was coming. But for now, he let himself enjoy the moment of peace.
After a few minutes of rest, Yasuke continued his run, pushing his body to move faster, his mind
gradually quieting. By the time he made it back to the castle, the familiar weariness of a good
run had settled into his muscles, but his mind felt sharper, clearer.
When Yasuke returned to the common room, he found Ron sprawled out on the couch, fast
asleep, while Harry sat next to him, absentmindedly tossing a Snitch up into the air and catching
it repeatedly. Hermione was still deep in her book, her brow furrowed in concentration.
Yasuke smiled as he sat down beside them, feeling a strange sense of contentment, Relaxing
hile his friends recovered in their own ways.
--
The final weeks before the end of the school year had finally arrived, and Hogwarts had an air of
lightness about it. Students were enjoying the free time after exams, basking in the warmer
weather, and engaging in all sorts of leisurely activities. But for Yasuke, Harry, Ron, and
Hermione, the mysteries surrounding the Philosopher's Stone remained unresolved, and the
threat of someone trying to steal it lingered in the air.
Yasuke had been diligently working on his magical ward research. His theory on using wards as
silent alarms had advanced considerably, and he was getting closer to setting up discreet
magical barriers that would alert him to any disturbances. The spell combinations were delicate
and complex, but Yasuke felt like he was on the verge of a breakthrough.
In the meantime, the trio of Harry, Hermione, and Ron had noticed some strange behavior
around the castle.
One evening, after Yasuke had finished working on his wards, he decided to take a break and
go for another run around the Black Lake. It had become a routine for him—a way to clear his
head and stay grounded while everything else was spinning out of control. As he left the castle,
the sun was setting, casting long shadows across the grounds. The air was cool, and the lake
shimmered with the last light of day.
--
Meanwhile, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were following a lead. They had seen a strange figure
lurking near the restricted third-floor corridor and had decided to investigate. As they crept
through the darkened halls, they felt a sense of urgency building—something was about to
happen, and they had to stop it.
Yasuke, unaware of what his friends were doing, jogged along the edge of the lake, lost in
thought. Ty, as always, soared above him, his sharp eyes scanning the ground below. Yasuke
was reflecting on everything—his progress with the wards, his friendships with Harry and the
others, and how much he had grown in his short time at Hogwarts. For once in his life, he felt
like he belonged somewhere.
Just as he rounded a bend near the lake, a rustling sound from the nearby Forbidden Forest
caught his attention. Yasuke slowed down, his instincts immediately on high alert. He turned
toward the sound, his eyes narrowing as he tried to see what was moving in the shadows.
Suddenly, a massive shape lunged out of the forest—a creature with eight hairy legs, its eyes
gleaming in the dim light. Yasuke's heart leaped into his throat as he realized what it was: an
Acromantula, a giant spider, far larger than anything he'd ever seen before.
Before Yasuke could react, the spider charged at him with terrifying speed. He barely had time
to dodge as one of its massive legs swiped at him, knocking him backward. His wand slipped
from his grasp, landing several feet away, out of reach.
"AH!" Yasuke shouted, panic rising in his chest. Typhoon screeched from above and dove
toward the Acromantula, pecking at it with his beak, but the massive creature barely noticed the
small bird. Ty swooped in again, trying to distract the spider, but Yasuke knew it was too
dangerous. His falcon was too small to fight something this big.
"Get away, Ty!" Yasuke yelled, scrambling to his feet as the spider turned its attention toward his
loyal companion. Fear surged through him as he watched Ty dive at the spider, refusing to leave
Yasuke's side despite the danger.
Yasuke's heart pounded in his chest. He couldn't let Typhoon get hurt—he couldn't lose his
friend like this. "Ty, no! Please, get away!"
But Typhoon wouldn't listen. His only instinct was to protect Yasuke. The Acromantula, now
focused on Ty, reared up, preparing to strike at the bird. Yasuke, terrified that his friend was
about to be killed, acted without thinking. He grabbed the nearest rock, his hands trembling with
fear and adrenaline, and charged at the spider.
With all his strength, Yasuke slammed the rock into the side of the spider's head. The creature
hissed in anger, recoiling slightly, but the blow only served to enrage it. The Acromantula lashed
out with one of its legs, knocking Yasuke to the ground with brutal force.
As Yasuke hit the ground, the spider shot a web from its spinnerets, and in an instant, Typhoon
was caught in the sticky strands, tumbling to the ground next to Yasuke. The webbing wrapped
around Ty's wings, pinning him to the earth, unable to move.
"No!" Yasuke gasped, his voice hoarse with panic. He crawled to Typhoon's side, frantically
tearing at the webbing with his hands. The Acromantula was advancing on them, its massive
body blocking out the sky as it loomed over them, ready to strike.
Yasuke ripped the last of the webbing off Ty's wings and lifted him into his arms. Ty let out a
weak chirp, but he was hurt. Yasuke knew he couldn't protect both of them, not like this.
Desperation clawed at him as he limped away, trying to escape the spider's relentless pursuit.
With tears streaming down his face, Yasuke looked at his injured falcon and knew what he had
to do. He couldn't let Ty get killed—not because of him. "Go, Ty," Yasuke whispered, choking on
his words. "Please, you have to go. Find help."
At first, Ty refused, struggling weakly in Yasuke's arms, but Yasuke, his voice breaking, begged.
"Please… I can't let you die. Go!"
Typhoon let out a loud chirp, his eyes filled with determination, and after a moment of hesitation,
he launched himself into the air, struggling but flying away to find help.
Yasuke watched his friend disappear into the trees, and for a brief moment, relief washed over
him. Ty was safe. But then he turned back to face the Acromantula, and his heart sank. The
spider was just feet away, its fangs dripping with venom, its many eyes locked on him.
For the first time in his life, Yasuke felt true despair. He had come so far, made friends, found a
place where he finally felt like he belonged—and now, he was about to be killed by a monstrous
spider in the Forbidden Forest. It wasn't fair. At least Ty survived, Yasuke thought with a
bittersweet smile.
The Acromantula reared up, preparing to strike. Yasuke could see it all happening in slow
motion—the massive fangs descending toward him, the spider's body casting a shadow over
him. There was nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.
But just as the spider lunged, something appeared in Yasuke's hand. His fingers closed around
a hilt, and without thinking, he thrust the object forward.
A blinding white light erupted from the blade, piercing through the Acromantula's body with a
crackling burst of energy. The spider screeched in pain, its body convulsing as the light cut
through it like a hot knife through butter.
When the light faded, the Acromantula collapsed to the ground, dead.
Breathing heavily, Yasuke looked down at the object in his hand and gasped. It was a
sword—an ornate, silver sword with intricate designs along the hilt and a ruby embedded in the
pommel. As his eyes scanned the blade, he noticed the symbol etched near the base: a lion, the
emblem of Gryffindor.
"What is this?" Yasuke muttered, staring at the sword in disbelief.
Before he could process what had just happened, the sound of flapping wings caught his
attention. Typhoon returned, chirping loudly as he swooped down, circling overhead. Moments
later, teachers and staff from Hogwarts burst through the trees, following Ty's lead.
Professor McGonagall, Hagrid, and several others rushed to Yasuke's side, their faces pale with
shock as they took in the scene—the dead Acromantula, the injured boy, and the gleaming
sword still clutched in his hand.
"Yasuke!" McGonagall cried, kneeling beside him. "Are you alright?"
Yasuke nodded weakly, still in shock, his body trembling from the adrenaline and fear. "I… I'm
okay."
McGonagall's eyes widened as she saw the sword in his hand. "Where did you get that?"
Yasuke looked down at the sword again, his mind spinning. "I don't know. It just… appeared."
Hagrid carefully examined the Acromantula's body, his face grim. "Blimey… that's no ordinary
Acromantula. You're lucky to be alive, Yasuke."
Typhoon landed beside Yasuke, chirping softly as he nuzzled against him. Yasuke smiled
through his exhaustion, grateful that his friend had survived.
As the teachers helped him to his feet, Yasuke held the sword tightly, still unsure of what had
just happened. But one thing was clear: this was no ordinary sword.
--
Yasuke sat in the hospital wing, staring at the sword that had saved his life. The Gryffindor crest
etched into the hilt gleamed under the soft light streaming through the windows. Madam
Pomfrey had patched him up quickly, fussing over his cuts and bruises, but the real concern
wasn't his physical injuries. It was the sword—where it had come from and what it meant.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron entered the hospital wing, their faces pale with worry. They had just
returned from their own dangerous encounter near the restricted third-floor corridor, but their
expressions changed when they saw Yasuke sitting up, the sword still in his hand.
"Blimey!" Ron exclaimed, his eyes wide as he took in the sight. "Is that… the sword of
Gryffindor?"
Harry moved closer, his gaze locked on the sword as well. "How did you get that, Yasuke?"
Hermione, who was still catching her breath from their own ordeal, walked to the side of the
bed, her face a mix of curiosity and concern. "I read about that sword. It only appears to
Gryffindors in moments of great need. But how did it find you?"
Yasuke let out a slow breath, trying to piece together what had happened. "I don't know. I was
running around the Black Lake when an Acromantula attacked me. I lost my wand and couldn't
fight back. Then Ty got caught in its web. I thought I was done for, but… this sword just
appeared in my hand when the spider was about to kill me."
Harry exchanged a glance with Hermione. "So it came to you just when you needed it, like it did
with Godric Gryffindor."
Madam Pomfrey entered the room, shooing the others back a bit as she checked on Yasuke
again. "I'll not have you getting too worked up, Yasuke. You've been through quite the ordeal."
Hermione, always inquisitive, ignored the fuss and leaned closer to the sword. "That's
incredible. The sword is enchanted to only appear for a true Gryffindor in their most desperate
hour. It must have recognized your courage, Yasuke."
Yasuke smiled, though his mind was still spinning from the intensity of what had happened.
Having the sword of Gryffindor appear in his hand had solidified something within him. He had
acted out of pure instinct to save Ty, to protect himself, and to survive.
Ron, sitting on the edge of the bed, shook his head in amazement. "You took down an
Acromantula with a sword? That's mental, Yasuke. Absolutely mental."
Yasuke laughed softly, though his body still ached from the encounter. "I didn't have a choice.
We were in danger. I had to do something."
Harry's expression softened, a sense of understanding passing between them. He, too, had felt
the weight of needing to protect his friends in dire situations. "You saved Ty's life. And your own.
That's no small thing."
Madam Pomfrey finished her examination and, after a final stern look, allowed the others to
stay. Yasuke shifted in his bed, his fingers tracing the edge of the sword. "Do you think this
sword has anything to do with what's been happening with the Stone?" he asked quietly.
Hermione frowned thoughtfully. "It could be connected. Everything about Hogwarts has deeper
layers. If the sword appeared for you, it might be a sign that something bigger is at play."
—--
Yasuke sat on the hospital bed, staring at the gleaming silver sword resting on his lap, its
ruby-encrusted hilt shining under the soft light. The sword of Gryffindor had saved his life, but
the weight of it in his hands was almost as heavy as the questions swirling in his mind. How had
it appeared in his hand at the exact moment of need? And why had it chosen him?
Madam Pomfrey had fussed over him, healing the bruises and cuts from his encounter with the
Acromantula, but the real injuries were deeper—mental scars left by the terror of nearly losing
Typhoon, his loyal falcon, and the sheer intensity of the fight for his life.
As Yasuke lay back on the pillows, trying to make sense of everything, the door to the hospital
wing creaked open. He expected it to be Madam Pomfrey coming to check on him again, but
when he turned his head, his breath caught in his throat.
It was Professor Dumbledore.
The Headmaster moved quietly, his long robes sweeping the floor as he approached Yasuke's
bed. His blue eyes, usually twinkling with warmth and wisdom, were now serious as they rested
on the sword in Yasuke's lap.
"Yasuke," Dumbledore said softly, his voice filled with both curiosity and concern. "I've heard
about your encounter with the Acromantula. And I see that you've been chosen by a most
remarkable artifact."
Yasuke sat up a little straighter, unsure of what to say. "Professor… the sword, it just appeared
in my hand. I don't know how."
Dumbledore's gaze shifted from Yasuke's face to the sword. He reached out slowly, his fingers
brushing the hilt with reverence. "The sword of Godric Gryffindor has a way of revealing itself to
those who need it most. It is a tool of courage and valor, meant to be wielded by the brave and
true-hearted."
Yasuke's fingers tightened on the hilt, the events of the attack replaying in his mind. "I didn't
know what else to do. Ty was in danger, and I couldn't let him get hurt. I had no wand, no
spells… and then this just… appeared."
Dumbledore nodded, understanding etched on his face. "That is the magic of this sword. It does
not require you to be the strongest or the most powerful wizard in the world. It requires only your
bravery. In that moment, you were willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of your friend. And
that is why the sword came to you."
He reached down, gently taking the sword from Yasuke's hands. The weight of it left Yasuke's
lap, but the sense of responsibility did not. As Dumbledore held the sword, the light from the
windows reflected off the polished blade, casting dancing shadows on the walls.
"You have shown great courage, Yasuke," Dumbledore said, his voice soft but firm. "But this
sword has a long and storied history, and it must be returned to where it belongs."
Yasuke nodded, watching as Dumbledore slid the sword into a long, ornate scabbard that
seemed to appear from thin air. The headmaster tucked it safely under his arm before turning
his gaze back to Yasuke.
"You must stay here tonight, Yasuke," Dumbledore continued. "Your body and mind need rest
after such an ordeal. And I suspect the days ahead will be even more challenging."
Yasuke's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean, Professor?"
Dumbledore's expression turned thoughtful, and his voice dropped to a near-whisper. "The
events surrounding the Philosopher's Stone are coming to a head. I believe there are those who
would stop at nothing to take it. You and your friends have been entangled in this mystery,
whether you realize it or not. Rest now, Yasuke. Tomorrow may bring new revelations."
With that, Dumbledore gave Yasuke a final, reassuring smile and turned to leave, the sword of
Gryffindor safely in his possession. As he disappeared through the door, the weight of
Dumbledore's words sank in. Something was happening—something big. And it wasn't over yet.
--
Yasuke spent a restless night in the hospital wing, his mind racing with thoughts of the sword,
the Acromantula, and what Dumbledore had said about the Philosopher's Stone. He had tried to
sleep, but every time he closed his eyes, he saw the spider lunging at him, its fangs dripping
venom, its legs thrashing. He would wake up with a start, his heart pounding, only to realize he
was safe in the hospital wing.
The next morning, the first rays of sunlight filtered through the windows, and Yasuke's tired eyes
fluttered open. He stretched, feeling the soreness in his muscles from the fight, but grateful to
be alive. Madam Pomfrey bustled over to him with a potion to help with his bruises.
"Drink this, dear," she said, her tone much gentler than usual. "You've been through quite a bit."
Yasuke took the potion and drank it without protest, feeling the warmth spread through his body
as it eased the aches and pains. As he leaned back into the pillows, the door to the hospital
wing opened again.
To his surprise, Harry stepped inside, looking just as worn out and bruised as Yasuke had felt
the night before.
"Harry!" Yasuke called, sitting up in bed. "What happened?"
Harry made his way to the bed next to Yasuke's, wincing as he sat down. He gave a weak
smile.
Yasuke shook his head. "I heard you, Ron, and Hermione were investigating something, but…
what happened to you?"
Harry glanced around to make sure they were alone before leaning in closer to Yasuke. "It's
Quirrell. He was after the Philosopher's Stone the whole time. He tried to steal it last night."
Yasuke's eyes widened in shock. "Quirrell? I thought Snape—"
"We all thought it was Snape," Harry interrupted, shaking his head. "But it wasn't him. Quirrell
was working for… for Voldemort."
Yasuke's stomach twisted at the mention of Voldemort's name. He had heard the stories, but to
know that the dark wizard had been so close, manipulating one of their own professors—it was
chilling.
Harry continued, his voice low. "Ron, Hermione, and I went through the trials last night. There
were all these magical protections—plants, potions, even a giant chessboard. And in the end, it
was me and Quirrell in the final chamber."
Yasuke stared at Harry, barely able to process what he was hearing. "What happened?"
Harry sighed, his expression dark. "Quirrell tried to get the Stone, but Dumbledore showed up
just in time. I don't know how, but… Voldemort was using Quirrell to get his body back. But
Dumbledore stopped him. It's over. At least, for now."
Yasuke felt a mixture of relief and dread. They had all been involved in this, all been so close to
danger without fully realizing it. And now, it seemed, the immediate threat was gone. But the
weight of Dumbledore's words from the night before lingered in Yasuke's mind.
"Did you know?" Yasuke asked quietly. "Did you know it would come to this?"
Harry shook his head. "I had no idea. But I'm just glad it's over."
Yasuke nodded, leaning back in his bed. The weight of the past few days settled heavily on his
shoulders. They had all faced dangers they hadn't anticipated, but they had come through it.
The Stone was safe, and Hogwarts, at least for now, was at peace.
As Yasuke closed his eyes, trying to let the exhaustion finally take him, he couldn't help but
wonder what the next year would bring. He had faced life-threatening danger and come out
alive, but he knew Hogwarts held many more secrets—and this was just the beginning.