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The Corruption of Lily Potter	By : jamspectrum1274 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 93627 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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The Corruption of Lily Potter
Chapter 11
The Stone of Flamel: Part 7
(The Forbidden Forest)
January 3, 1992-Hogwarts Express

          Neville was troubled, looking at his god-brother Harry sleeping soundly with his head against the window. Sitting next to Harry were Parvati and Padma, who were chatting and laughing about something Neville didn’t quite understand, mainly because they were talking to each other in Punjab. He did suspect that they were talking about Harry, as Harry did tell him privately of what happened Christmas day. Harry had already discussed having the Patils as his servants with the Longbottoms and Thaddeus, and while Alice and Augusta were somewhat disgusted with this, it was Thaddeus who spoke up for Harry.
          “Gringotts goblins are notoriously strict whenever a debt is owed.” Thaddeus had explained. “They are quite known to bypass wizarding law often to settle any debt that is owed to any wizarding family with whatever means they see fit. Harry doesn’t really have a choice in this matter, so it’s best to help him make sure that the Patils are well taken care of.”
          Augusta then suggested that Divia meet with her to discuss possible employment opportunities, so she could help provide for both Parvati and Padma with food, clothes, and school supplies. She also suggested that Harry should give Divia some sort of monthly allowance to help provide for her and her daughters, in case Augusta couldn’t find a job for Divia. Harry acknowledged this, and informed Augusta that he planned to discuss this with Balrog during their meeting, asking them to send Divia Patil 1000 Galleons a month until further notice.
          For Alice, she did her best to protect herself from the attraction towards Harry. However, even with Augusta teaching her special protection charms, there were times that Neville saw his mother stare at Harry for a long time before either Augusta or Thaddeus snapped her out of it. Fortunately, it didn’t go any further for Alice than that, although Neville did notice that she kissed Harry on the lips on New Year’s. However, that wasn’t what was troubling Neville, it was the fact that with all of the mental training that Harry went through, he was no closer in learning to control his allure.
          Speaking of the training, Thaddeus began having both Harry and Neville do physical exercises to help build up their magical stamina. It started with simple exercises, running, jumping-jacks, push-ups, things like that. Harry seemed to have an easier time with it, mostly because of his earlier life with the Dursleys just before he came to Hogwarts. Neville had a much harder time with it, as he found himself becoming exhausted after running a quarter-mile. Thaddeus reassured him, saying that he would soon get better at this, and Harry promised Neville to help him with it. While doing all of this, Thaddeus told them that after the school term was over, he would be teaching them a mental defense known as Occlumency, and would also be teaching them both how to fight. While Harry felt he already knew how to fight, being that he was a punching bag for Vernon and Dudley until he had enough and starting throwing punches of his own, he felt that he had to ask why wizards should know this, since they knew magic.
          “Harry, magic isn’t a solution for everything.” Thaddeus had told him. “There have been, and will be, elements in your life that magic won’t be able to protect you. You may be able to create earthquakes that can level a town, and know how to use a few basic spells, but magic can’t protect you from a bullet or a bomb. Also, there are places where you might have to hide what you are, based on where Muggles live and socialize. So, fighting to defend yourselves is very useful in those types of environments.”
          Neville and Harry nodded after that, and said their good-byes to the man, as it was just before they had to leave for Hogwarts to resume their school term. However, before they left, Thaddeus did tell them what he suspected Dumbledore was up to.
          “I did some research on the Mirror of Erised, and I believe Dumbledore is hiding the Philosopher’s Stone inside the mirror.” Thaddeus said to the boys and Lily. “While the mirror is known to drive wizards and witches mad after spending a very prolonged time in front of it, it can also be used as a convenient hiding place for very valuable objects. Once inside, it would be nearly impossible to remove it from the mirror unless a specific requirement is met. What that is, I don’t know. What I can tell you is that my adopted brothers and sisters are extremely upset that Dumbledore has the stone, and have decided to discuss the matter with Nicholas and Perenelle. After this meeting happens, I expect to be at Hogwarts to confront Dumbledore on this matter.”
          “What about you?” Harry had asked him. “Are you going to see them? They are your adopted parents.”
          “No, Harry.” He answered. “I will attend the meeting, however. I just won’t be attending in person. Perenelle left explicit instructions for me to remain here in England and help you whenever I can.”
          The door to the train compartment opened and Hermione entered, snapping Neville from his thoughts as she sat down next to Neville almost sulking as she opened the book she had in her hand and began reading. Both Padma and Parvati stopped talking and looked at their friend who had entered, wondering why Hermione was in a foul mood. Harry had finally stirred from his nap and looked over at their friend.
          “Hello Hermione. Good Holiday?” Harry smiled at her, not realizing that Hermione was in a bad mood.
          “Oh, hello Harry, Neville, Parvati, and Padma.” Hermione looked up from her book and said. “Not really, though. I spent the entire time trying to find out anything about Nicholas Flamel.”
          The Patil twins looked at each other before looking over to Harry. “Who’s Nicholas Flamel?” Padma asked.
          “He’s an Alchemist.” Harry told them, hoping that the Patils won’t pry much more than what he told them. He then looked back at Hermione and said to her: “I take it that you had no luck finding out anything about him.”
          “I couldn’t find anything about him.” She almost grunted. “I checked every library in London for anybody named Flamel. I even asked my parents, but as far as I can tell, nobody in the Muggle world has even heard of Nicholas Flamel. It’s very strange, there should be some reference to the Flamel family outside of the Wizarding world, but it’s like somebody deliberately erased all information about him.”
          “That’s not strange at all, Hermione.” Neville told her with a gentle smile. “Many wizarding families have done whatever it took to remove themselves from Muggles. Such families like the Malfoys, Crabbes, Goyles, and Macnairs have all used memory charms and other means to not be associated in any way with Muggles and the Muggle world.”
          Harry frowned immediately at hearing those names mentioned as Hermione exclaimed: “That’s not fair! What do they think Muggles are? Piranhas?”
          “In many ways, yes.” Parvati told her. “However, while those types of families consider themselves better than the Muggle world, there are others that are afraid of what the Muggles can do to us if they knew about our world.”
          “That’s true, Hermione.” Padma added. “Though, there are Wizarding families who have slowly begun to embrace the Muggle world. Families like the Weasleys and the Longbottoms were among the first to do so. In fact, I suspect that the Potter family will definitely embrace the Muggle world soon. Won’t we, Master?”
          “What did you just call Harry?” Hermione asked in shock and disbelief as she looked at Padma after called Harry ‘Master’, and then gave Harry an intense frown. She already knew that the Patil family were now bound to serve Harry and his family, but she hated the fact that essentially the Patils were slaves, and all because the twins’ great-grandfather owed a lot of money to Harry’s great-grandmother. She then saw Harry smile slightly at being called ‘Master’, and as soon as Harry noticed this from Hermione, he decided to explain.
          “Sorry, Hermione. Divia, Padma, and Parvati have to refer to me as ‘Master’.” Harry said to her, sheepishly smiling at her. “I was going to tell Padma and Parvati to drop the whole ‘Master’ thing once we got to Hogwarts, but honestly, I kind of forgot about it. My mind was elsewhere earlier today when I meant to tell them.”
          Both Parvati and Padma giggled and smiled at each other, as they both knew why Harry’s mind was preoccupied earlier that day. Harry had already ordered the Patil witches to join the Longbottom family and him to King’s Cross Station. Once there, Harry had excused himself and asked both Parvati and Padma to accompany him to someplace private. His plan was to quietly tell them that unless they were alone together, they should call him ‘Harry’ while at Hogwarts, or anywhere else in public. However, the twins had other ideas as they pulled him into a small utility closet nearby and had their way with him. Which he didn’t mind, of course, as he fucked their faces and had them swallow his cum after he orgasmed.
“We should have told you earlier, Master.” Parvati looked at Harry and said, grabbing the golden “P” and holding it in front of everybody. “We have to call you ‘Master’ now. Once these collars were magical placed around our necks, and once you had finished signing all the documents that had you legally take possession of us, all of us, including mother, must refer to you as our master.”
“If we don’t, the collars will magically cause us mild pain at first, but if we continue not calling him our master, the pain will increase slowly until we feel pain similar to the Cruciatus.” Padma told them, holding her collar in the same manner as her twin. “However, there are benefits to these collars. For one, Master can use these collars to give us pleasure should he wishes it. They also act as Portkeys, allowing us to appear next to him should we be too far away and he wants to see any one of us for any reason he desires.”
          “That’s terrible!” Hermione exclaimed, nearly jumping out of her seat. “Harry, you can’t possibly be okay with all of this.”
          “I really don’t have a choice here, Hermione.” Harry told her, even though he felt like if he did, he would have chosen to have them like this anyway. He then looked over to the twins and frowned. “Though, I wonder why Balrog didn’t mention this to me when I visited Gringotts on Christmas.”
Neither twin had an answer for Harry at that point. However, both Padma and Parvati smiled at Hermione and gestured to Harry. “We don’t mind being his slaves, Hermione.” Padma said. “After all, other wizarding families wouldn’t even allow us to continue with school or Mother to find a job.”
          “Wait a moment, are you telling me that Harry can stop you from going to school?” Hermione asked, her face turning a brighter shade of red at that point. Frowning even more, Hermione turned back to Harry. “Is that true, Harry?”
          “Yes, Hermione, but I’m not going to even consider doing that to them.” Harry answered his bushy haired friend. “You already know that I can’t release them from servitude, but you should know that I can lose possession of them if case of certain situations occurs. If that should happen, Gringotts would sell them to another wizarding family like the Malfoys to satisfy the Potter debt, and I sincerely doubt that they would allow Padma and Parvati to continue school.”
          Hermione quietly thought about this as her frown slowly subsided. Neville, who had stayed silent throughout that part of their conversation, finally decided to speak up.
          “Harry, why didn’t you ask about the collars?” Neville asked his god-brother, a look of concern on his face.
          Harry looked at his god-brother, and paused a moment in thought before answering him. “To tell the truth, I don’t know, Neville. When Balrog placed the collars on the Patils, I naturally assumed that they were just to show others that they were servants to the House of Potter. I didn’t even think to ask him about it during Christmas when he had me sign every parchment concerning the Patil witches and their debt to my family.” Harry and Neville both looked over at Padma and Parvati, and they smiled at both of them as they knew what they were going to ask.
          “We assumed that you already knew, Master.” Parvati told Harry as Padma nodded to Neville. “Balrog should have explained how the collars work to you so knew how to properly use us.”
          “While not common in today’s society, slave collars were once widely used across the Wizarding world.” Padma continued. “As one of the oldest wizarding families, Balrog probably assumed that you already knew how to use the collars, since the Potters of old used to have wizards and witches as slaves.”
          The four of them sat in silence after that, with Harry, Hermione, and Neville pondering several things. Harry glanced around the compartment and realized that his mother was not nearby. However, a moment later, he saw her floating just outside the door, with her eyes locked on her son and his friends.
          A genuine smile was on Lily’s face as she watched her son talk with his friends. She was truly happy to see Harry with people who liked him for who he is, not what he was or what he had done. Even with Harry’s allure, and the fact that Padma and Parvati were now Harry’s slaves, it seemed to Lily that Harry had found true friends with these four. If it wasn’t so obvious to everyone, she might have included the fanboy Ron with Harry’s group of friends. In fact, if it wasn’t for the fact that they believed that somebody was trying to kill both him and Neville, Lily would have said that Harry had a great time at Hogwarts so far.
          A frown appeared on her ghostly face at that moment, as she thought about Neville nearly being thrown off of his broom during their flying lesson, and Harry barely controlling his new broom during his Quidditch match. After Harry had persuaded Professor McGonagall to focus her efforts on finding the culprit for Neville’s incident, they hadn’t heard anything else noteworthy concerning that other than Madam Hooch taking it upon herself to referee all Quidditch matches this year, as normally other teachers would take turns as referee for each match. Even during Harry’s night-time sessions with McGonagall, they hadn’t learned anything at all about who or why was trying to kill the two boys. Lily knew that Harry was very upset with this, and had told her the night before that he wanted to talk with their Head of House immediately after they got back to the castle, and was going to do whatever it took to convince her to try harder at finding out who jinxed Neville’s broom.
          Lily began to smile again at the thought of what Harry was planning with McGonagall, and even though she was very much still conflicted with what Harry was doing, she could no longer fight her feelings for her son. Ever since they had that talk the night after the Quidditch match, Lily decided that until they knew what was going on with her, it was best to not fight the overwhelming lust she had felt each time that Harry was in those situations. She had wanted to talk to Thaddeus about what was happening, as it seemed to her that he had some idea as to why she was getting sexually involved with her own son. However, Thaddeus didn’t answer her, stating that until Harry turns thirteen, he was forbidden to tell her what was going on. He did tell her, though, that it had nothing to do with Harry’s wand, but with Harry himself.
          As she wondered why Thaddeus was holding back on her, the train whistle sounded indicating that they were nearing Hogwarts. The door to Harry’s compartment opened and Lily looked at her son standing there with a look of worry on his face. “Mum, are you alright?” He asked her.
          Lily smiled and nodded her answer to Harry as she looked through the window of the compartment and saw the village of Hogsmeade getting closer into view. As the train began slowing down the closer it got to Hogsmeade Station, the students slowly began to prepare themselves to disembark. Nodding to his mother, Harry followed suit and grabbed an old, beige leather-bound suitcase from the overhead as Neville pulled out an exact duplicate. This caused Hermione to stare at the twin suitcases and asked both boys: “Where did you get those?”
          “They’re gifts from a friend of ours.” Harry told her honestly. “Remember Mr. Prendergast from the morning of my Quidditch match, he’s the one who gave us both these suitcases. We don’t know much about them, as yet, but he did tell us that they’re equipped with standard protection charms. He also told us not to open them until we get to Hogwarts, as they had surprises in both of them that we might need here.”
          Lily smiled at Hermione as the young witch finally sighed and grabbed her things from next to her. Harry himself looked out the window and saw the castle beyond the town with a smile on his face. ‘I’m really looking forward to the rest of the year.’

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Mid-Spring-Hogwarts Grounds

          Harry and Neville had looked better than ever. Thanks to what was in their magical suitcases, which thanks to an extension charm each had what many would consider a house inside of them, both had grown several inches in height and were just beginning to show muscles. Especially Neville, who in these last short months lost most of his extra weight and had now looked like what Dean had said referred as a lean rugby player. In fact, when Harry wasn’t next to him, a few girls had noticed Neville’s new physique and had begun talking to him. As for Harry, his new physique allowed him to be even more attractive to the witches around him. While they were already attracted to him because of his allure, many witches there looked like they were seriously thinking about jumping Harry. This of course meant that Harry and Neville were introduced to several students, including some within Slytherin.
          It was very strange for both boys when they first opened their suitcases and entered them. They, along with Hermione, Padma, and Parvati went into Harry’s suitcase first, and as soon as they did, all of them stared wide-eyed at what was inside. They stood in the middle of a large living room, with several couches, chairs, lounges, and tables lined up in a very decorative fashion. What surprised them the most was that there was a large television with a VCR on top of it. To the right of it was a storage rack containing a full collection of video tapes of movies ranging from comedy to drama to action and to even science-fiction and fantasy. Harry immediately saw three movies that caught his attention as he never got a chance to watch them: The Star Wars movies.
          When they explored around the place, they saw a kitchen, which was fully stocked with not only with food, but with regenerative potions to help Harry and Neville with building muscles. They also found a dining room, bathrooms, a completely functioning gym and wizarding training area, a master bedroom and guest bedrooms, which Padma and Parvati licked their lips at, and finally, an immense library that had Hermione literally drooling over the number of books that were in the vast room. Even Lily gasped at seeing these books and wondered how Thaddeus managed to get his hands on some of them, as some of these books were banned in several countries, including England and America. For Harry, there were several that caught his attention.
          “The Dark Arts: A Beginner’s Guide to Darkness,” Harry read out loud as he thumbed through each binder. “The Unforgivables, Dark Creatures and How to Control Them, Wizarding Genealogy, and What Kind of Animagus Are You? Huh, this is interesting, the author of this last book is Michael McGonagall.”
          “He was Minerva’s husband.” Lily told Harry and the others. “I never met him, as he died before James and I left Hogwarts and joined with Dumbledore’s army to fight Voldemort. I do know that he was a very powerful Animagus, a person who can change shape into an animal at any time for as long as they desire. For certain witches and wizards who can manage this transformation have only one animal they can turn into. However, with Michael McGonagall, according to people who knew him best mind you, was able to turn into two different animals; a cat and a dog.”
          Harry immediately pulled that book from the shelf and decided to spend any free time reading it. He had already found transfiguration to be interesting, and not just because Minerva was teaching it. However, he felt like that becoming an Animagus was something that he needed to do. It was almost like his very blood inside was telling him to read the book.
          In Neville’s suitcase, there was an identical version to what was inside Harry’s suitcase in almost every detail, except the types of books that were in Neville’s library. While Harry’s library contained mostly books concerning the Dark Arts, Neville’s contained almost the exact opposite. His library had many books dedicated to Herbiology, Potions, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Neville also noticed that he had What Kind of Animagus Are You?, the same book that Harry was currently holding in his hand at the moment. However, there was one book that caught both boys’ attention, as it was lying on a table underneath a lamp.
          “Your Inner Core: An Advanced Guide to Elemental Magic.” Neville read out loud as he picked it up off of the table. Harry stood next to his god-brother as he opened up to the first page and they both saw a small note written on the back of the cover.

          Neville & Harry,
                   Sorry, I only had one copy of this book. Please share when either of you need help with your training.
Thaddeus Flamel

          “I wonder why Harry has books on Dark Arts and Neville has books on defending against them?” Hermione asked as she browsed through Neville’s library. Harry and Neville looked at each other and wondered the same thing. However, they had decided that Thaddeus placed different sets of books in each of their libraries so they both could benefit from the knowledge, and told Hermione the same thing. They didn’t know if that was true, but for them at the time it seemed plausible.
          Harry and Neville spent as much free time as they had inside their suitcases, drinking regenerative potions and reading through their books. Most of the time, they spent their time together in one of their suitcases, reading or working out in one of their gyms. Even Hermione and the Patil twins joined them on occasion not only with studying the books in their libraries, but they also worked out with the boys as well. This surprised Harry, as he discovered that all three girls were in better shape than he originally believed. Not that he believed that they were out of shape, mind you, it was simply the fact that when they worked out, both Harry and Neville found that they were only slightly ahead of the girls in several areas in training. Even Hermione, who told them that she only exercised when she needed to, had a slight edge over Padma and Parvati with the routine that Harry created for everybody.
          During the weekends, Harry taught Neville and the girls how to make nutritional snacks and to cook some decent meals that he learned from his time with the Dursleys. During the nights, though, he spent with Padma and Parvati in the master bedroom inside of his suitcase, fucking them constantly until they all passed out. At times Harry would even summon Divia to join them, thanks to the special ability of the slave collar, and fuck her in the same manner as her daughters. Harry had become a much more dominate person to them with each sexual encounter, going so far as to demanding each of them to make out with each other. They didn’t mind doing this, though, as all three Patils were happy to please their master.
          The rest of the time at Hogwarts went as normal as possible for Harry. However, his anger nearly boiled over after his private meeting with Minerva his first day back. The reason for this was because that Harry had learned that McGonagall was ordered by Dumbledore to drop any and all investigations concerning both Neville’s and Harry’s incidents, because Dumbledore himself had discovered the culprit of both incidents, and would punish this individual accordingly. When Harry asked her who this person was, Minerva told him that Dumbledore wouldn’t tell her, informing her that this person wished to remain anonymous for the time being. This infuriated Harry to the point where the part of the castle where they were began shaking uncontrollably. Lily was just as angry, and demanded that McGonagall put Dumbledore in his place and tell him that both Harry and Neville are in her house and as such she has a right to know the identity of the perpetrator. McGonagall promised both Harry and Lily that she would do just that, slightly frightened that Harry was able to make the room around them shake violently. However, as soon as Harry calmed down and stopped the shaking, McGonagall got down on her knees and began sucking Harry off.
          About a month later, Dumbledore summoned both Harry and Neville to his office, and when they got there, they were met by Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagall, Hooch, and a first-year Slytherin boy named Blaise Zabini. Dumbledore then informed both Gryffindor boys that Blaise was the one responsible for both incidents concerning their brooms, which Harry actually scoffed at hearing almost immediately after. McGonagall asked the Headmaster how Mr. Zabini could jinx either Neville’s or Harry’s broom without anyone knowing. Dumbledore simply answered that he knew of the spell from his late father, who was a bit of a practical joker in his own way. Neville had to ask why this boy wanted to do this, and Zabini answered in an almost blank expression that he was only supporting his fellow Housemates by pulling these stunts, and he was sorry that he didn’t come forward sooner. Lily, who was just as angry as her son, asked Dumbledore why he didn’t reveal this information to Harry and Neville when he found out, only to have Dumbledore explain to her that the Zabini family asked him to keep the matter private to avoid public ridicule. Not believing anything Dumbledore had said, and not needing to hear any more lies, Harry stormed out of the room with one loud shout to the entire room: “Bullshit!”
          During dinner that very night, Harry was confronted by two other Slytherins, Tracey Davis and Daphne Greengrass. Harry had already heard rumors about Davis, Greengrass, and Zabini, and knew that while these two first-year Slytherin girls were not close to anyone in the castle, those three were the closest friends inside their House. When the girls reached Harry and his friends, Harry tried to smile but the ice-cold look on Greengrass’ face forced him to drop it.
          “Heir Potter, I am Heir Daphne Greengrass of the Ancient House of Greengrass.” The tall, slender blonde bowed formally to Harry with a look of complete seriousness on her face. “This is Tracey Davis, and we apologize for disturbing you and Heir Longbottom during this time, but we have come to talk to you concerning our friend, Blaise Zabini. We wish for you to apologize for your rudeness at him and to forgive him for the incidents against the two of you.”
          Harry blinked for a moment and swallowed a bit of his food before answering. “I’m sorry, but why doesn’t he come up to me and ask me himself? Also, while I do apologize for being rude, even though I believe that I had a right to be, I cannot forgive him for something that I know he didn’t do.”
          Both Davis and Greengrass looked at each other before turning back to Harry. “I’m sorry, but are you saying that you believe that Blaise is innocent?” The shorter blonde Davis asked him.
          “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.” Harry answered, and Neville looked at the Slytherin girls and nodded his agreement to Harry. “Your friend may have admitted it, but I sincerely doubt that he could have jinxed both Neville’s and my brooms without having a sufficient reason for doing so. The only question I have is why he would willingly take the fall and confess to doing this when he was clearly in public view during both times and well beyond his current abilities.”
          “Not that Harry is saying that Blaise is bad at magic.” Neville calmly added. “We just think that somebody else is behind those incidents.”
          “It’s more than likely that somebody manipulated your friend into confessing that he was the culprit.” Hermione told the Slytherin girls. “It has to be somebody older and far more powerful than any first-year here.”
          “Who that is, we don’t know, although we have an idea on who it could be.” Harry finished explaining to them. “Since we don’t have any proof, I would rather not say who we suspect. However, if it would ease your mind, then I will publicly forgive Blaise for what happened, even though he didn’t do it.”
          “I will too if it helps.” Neville chimed in as well.
          Both Greengrass and Davis smiled at them at that point and nodded their approval of this idea. “Thank you, Heir Potter and Heir Longbottom. We will inform Blaise of this and hope we can all resolve this matter as soon as possible.” Greengrass said with one final bow and she and Davis walked back over to the Slytherin table.
          During that whole exchange, Harry was thankful that Ron had already eaten and went back up to the common room to study. He was even more thankful when both he and Neville shook Blaise Zabini’s hand and forgave him for the incidents. However, Ron did give Harry and Neville hell about being nice to Slytherins after Seamus told him all about it. Hermione silenced Ron with a stare soon after, though, and the young red-headed wizard went up to the boys’ dorm with a loud huff.
          Soon after that happened, Padma introduced them to one of her friends in Ravenclaw: Su Li. This caused Parvati to finally encourage her friend Lavender Brown to join their group. Lavender was a very bright and spunky girl, always laughing and smiling at everything Harry said, whether or not it was a joke. Su was the complete opposite to Lavender; quiet, reserved, and only spoke little when someone talked to her. Both girls praised Neville’s and Harry’s intelligence as everyone knew that the boys, along with Hermione, were the top of their year.
          Thanks to all the training Harry was doing, he found that he was getting slightly better at Quidditch. Everyone cheered him on as he caught the Snitch in record time against Ravenclaw, even though he could have sworn that their Seeker, Cho Chang, had pulled back at the last minute to let him get it. Unfortunately, the same could not be said against Hufflepuff and their Seeker, Cedric Diggory, as almost a minute after the game began, it ended with Diggory holding the Snitch proudly above where Dumbledore was sitting. Surprisingly enough, Harry wasn’t angry at him, for he was clearly the best Quidditch player in Hogwarts. At least, according to Wood.
          “Ever since he started playing,” Wood had told Harry after their loss. “Cedric has been on a whole other level compared to every player here. It’s like he was born to play the game.”
          The Gryffindor Quidditch team all nodded in agreement, as they all had to deal with Hufflepuff beating them every year. Wood did admit that at least Hufflepuff played fair whereas Slytherin always found ways of cheating when they beat Gryffindor before Harry joined up. Harry quietly vowed to himself that he would give Diggory a run for his money the next time they played against each other.
          When winter finally ended and spring finally came upon Hogwarts, the students were all beginning to study harder as the end of term was fast approaching which meant end of year exams for all students. Harry, Neville, Hermione, and their friends were less worried about them, as they felt completely prepared already as they were already top of every class, except Potions of course. This was definitely because Snape was clearly showing favoritism to Slytherins, most especially Malfoy. Although Malfoy wasn’t terrible in the class, it was the fact that Harry and his friends were clearly better. All except for Ron, as he was now struggling heavily to keep up with Harry, Neville, and Hermione. This fact was not lost on Hermione, as she ridiculed him at length, which made Ron work even harder at doing whatever it took to earn Hermione’s forgiveness.
          As for Hermione, she had finally discovered who Nicholas Flamel was, and on a late Saturday afternoon, she had been furiously searching for Harry and Neville, who had just finished a run around the castle grounds. The boys were on their way back to the castle when Hermione found them and literally dragged them both to the library. Harry had asked her why she was rushing them to the library, and it was just outside of it that she gave both Harry and Neville an evil look.
          “You both know, don’t you?” Hermione asked in an angry tone. “Your friend, Mr. Prendergast, and the Philosopher’s Stone?”
          Harry and Neville were silent, looking at each other and Hermione, fearful at what she had learned. With an angry huff, she grabbed both of them again and pulled them through the door. Inside the library, she pulled them to a large table where Ron had his head buried in a book next to even a larger, thicker one. Harry looked at this very large book and tried placing where it would have gone on the shelves. However, Neville actually asked.
          “Where did you find this book, Hermione?” Neville looked at her as she forced him and Harry to sit down across where Ron was sitting, or more like sleeping as they heard Ron’s heavy breathing. “I don’t remember seeing this book in here.”
          “Neither have I, but I saw it lying over on one of the end tables this morning, and decided to pick it up to do a little light reading.” Hermione said as she sat down in front of the book. She then glanced over at Ron and slapped the back of his head, waking him up with a startled look. As Ron gave her a frightened look, Hermione began to read aloud: “Nicholas Flamel, a world-renowned alchemist, is the only known creator of the Philosopher’s Stone. Also known as the Sorcerer’s Stone in certain minor places, it is a stone of astonishing power, as it can turn any metal into pure gold just by touching it, and can be also used to create the Elixir of Life, which can make any drinker immortal.
          “There have been many rumors over the Philosopher’s Stone over the centuries, but the only stone in existence currently belongs to Mr. Nicholas Flamel, who as of this writing, recently celebrated his six hundred and sixty-fifth birthday. Unfortunately, there has been no public sighting or communication with Mr. Flamel, nor his wife Perenelle, since the defeat of Gellert Grindelwald by Albus Dumbledore in 1945. The most recent picture of him and his family was taken in Dublin, Ireland in 1905.” Hermione flipped the book around for Harry and Neville and pointed to a picture below the writing. Both boys saw a group of men, women, and children smiling and waving with two white-haired people in the middle. Harry and Neville clearly knew that these two people were Nicholas and Perenelle Flamel, even though they themselves have never met the two. However, at the far left of where they were standing, stood Thaddeus, smiling and waving along with his adopted family. At that moment, Hermione placed her finger on top of Thaddeus’ face.
          “That’s you friend, Mr. Prendergast, isn’t it?” Hermione angrily whispered at the both of them. “He’s a Flamel. Why didn’t you two tell me?”
          Ron had become very interested at that point and was smiling at the fact that Hermione was angry at somebody other than him. Neville and Harry looked at each other for a moment and decided to tell her the truth as best they could.
          “He’s the adopted son of Nicholas and Perenelle Flamel.” Harry quietly told her, trying to calm her down. “He trying to protect the location of his family, so he refers to himself as his birth name: Thaddeus Matthew Prendergast.”
          “Why is he here, then?” Hermione asked, her anger ebbing slightly.
          “He’s kind of our mentor.” Neville answered. “We met him when we were seven, shortly after that earthquake. He’s been helping us ever since then, although Harry received more help at first.”
          “Not to change the subject,” Lily said to them, which caused all four of them to jump out of their seats. “But I like to know how that book got here.”
          “Blimey Mum, you really scared me there.” Harry gasped, holding his chest. “I forgot you were here.”
          “But you do have a good point, Mrs. Potter.” Hermione said thoughtfully. “I already asked the librarian, and she told me that she never seen this book here before. It almost looks like someone is trying to tell us that the Philosopher’s Stone is here in Hogwarts.”
          Harry, Neville, and Lily looked at Hermione shocked at her knowing that the stone was here. Hermione smiled at their expressions and began to explain. “Honestly, did you think that I wouldn’t figure it out after this book? After Halloween, I suspected Professor Snape let in that troll that night so he could access the third-floor corridor, where he got himself bit by Hagrid’s pet. Then he jinxed your broom, Harry, during your first Quidditch match, which I think was because you killed the troll and showed everyone how powerful you are. The only problem I have is that he is a Hogwarts teacher, which means that he should already know how to get to the stone without doing all of this, right? So why is he doing all of this?”
          Harry had one idea: Dumbledore. “I believe Snape is acting on Dumbledore’s behest.” Harry said silently to them. “I can’t prove it, or even figure out why he would want to do this, but somehow it seems to fit for me.”
          “I think we should go see Hagrid.” Hermione nearly exclaimed out loud as she stood up and gathered her things. Harry and Neville looked at her bewildered at this sudden suggestion. Hermione realized this and explained. “I know that it’s getting dark, but Hagrid knows about the stone already as he leant Dumbledore his pet; the same pet that bit Snape on Halloween. He must know why the stone is here and what Professor Dumbledore is doing with it.”
          “Alright Hermione,” Harry said as they got up, and with a nod, convinced Neville to take the book. “However, I don’t think Hagrid will be very helpful. He only does what Dumbledore asks of him and he absolutely trusts the headmaster no matter what anyone says. He might let something slip though, as he can’t really keep his mouth shut for very long.”
          “Can I come too?” Ron asked, practically begging Hermione with tears in his eyes. Hermione sighed and nodded to the red-head and he silently cheered as he left his books on the table and headed out of the door. Hermione nearly turned a brighter shade of red as she picked up Ron’s books and followed him out of the library. Harry. Neville, and Lily were the last ones to leave as Harry had a sinking feeling that this wasn’t going to end well for the four of them.

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Just After Sunset-Hagrid’s Hut

          The four Gryffindors were standing just outside of Hagrid’s front door as Hermione knocked loudly against the thick hard wood. Lily was standing just behind the four as they waited for Hagrid to open the door. “Just a moment!” Hagrid shouted almost frantically as they all heard the large man moving around and metal banging against him. Several moments later, though, Hagrid opened the door and looked at the four children at his doorstep, saying: “Sorry, don’t wish to be rude, but I’m in no mood to be entertaining tonight.”
          “Hagrid, we know about the Philosopher’s Stone.” Hermione exclaimed, trying to stop the large door from closing on her. Hagrid, upon hearing this, frowned and relented, allowing the Gryffindors inside. Once there, Hermione sat down on the large recliner as the three boys sat on a bench against the wall. “We think Professor Snape wants to steal it.”
          “You’re still on ‘bout that.” Hagrid said to her as he glanced over to his fireplace. Harry noticed this and noticed that a large pot was steaming as a burning fire was blazing underneath it. Harry didn’t think this was abnormal, but Hagrid was looking mighty suspicious as he nervously kept glancing at it. “Professor Snape is a Hogwarts teacher, not t’ mention that he’s one of teachers protectin’ the stone. He’s not ‘bout to steal it.”
          “One of the teachers?” Ron asked, almost absentmindedly as he too was looking at the rattling pot that had Hagrid’s attention.
          “There are spells and enchantments protecting the stone, Ronald.” Hermione answered, almost exasperated at him asking such a thing.
          “Wais’ of bloody time, if you as’ me.” Hagrid smiled at himself proudly and stated. “Nobody getting past Fluffy. Not a soul knows how, ‘xcept for me an’ Dumbledore. But I shouldn’ have tol’ you that. I shouldn’ have tol’ you tha’.”
          Just then, the rattling in the pot became louder and faster as Hagrid immediately put on two pot-holders and took one large step over to the fireplace. At the moment that Hagrid placed his hands in the burning pot, everyone was curiously interested in what Hagrid was doing, including Lily. All of their eyes widened as Hagrid pulled a round-shaped something out of the pot and very carefully carried it over to his dining table. Once he placed the item on the table, the four Gryffindors gathered around Hagrid as Lily instantly recognized what it was.
          “It’s a dragon egg.” Lily told her son, her eyes just as wide as the children’s. “How did Hagrid get one?”
          “A dragon egg?” Harry looked at the oval-shaped, slightly black-colored egg and asked out loud.
          “Not just any dragon egg, Harry.” Ron exclaimed as he almost drooled at staring at the egg. “That’s a Norwegian Ridgeback! My brother Charlie studies dragons up in Romania. He even taught my family how to recognize different dragon eggs. My sister Ginny and I even found one not too far from where we live last year. That one was only a Swedish Shortsnout though.”
          Hagrid nodded at Ron with a smile as the others looked at him with surprise. After a moment, Neville looked at Hagrid and asked: “Where did you get it?”
          “I won it.” Hagrid told him. “Last night I went down to the pub in the village and met a stranger down there. Offered the egg in a game of poker and asked me what kind of pets I keep.”
          At that moment, a crack in the egg appeared and everyone became quiet as the tiny dragon cracked open its shell and emerged from the egg. The jet-black dragon flopped around out of its egg and used its wings to try to stand up. Hagrid tearfully chuckled at seeing the baby dragon as if it was his own child. The dragon turned to face Hagrid and sneezed, letting out a tiny fireball, singing Hagrid’s beard. While Hagrid patted down his singed beard, the dragon gave out a tiny little chirp.
          “Oh, bless him, he knows his mommy.” Hagrid cheerfully said. “Don’t you, Norbert?”
          “Norbert?” Neville curiously looked at Hagrid.
          “Well, he’s got to have a name now, don’t he?” Hagrid responded. “He’s needs a little bit of training, but he’ll be just as safe as any of my other pets.”
          “Hagrid, about this stranger.” Harry looked at the large man. “You said he was interested in what kind of pets you have. Did you say anything about Fluffy?”
          “Of course, I mentioned Fluffy.” Hagrid told Harry. “I mean, how often do you come across a Cerebus, even if you’re in the trade?”
          “Wait a minute!” Hermione exclaimed in shock. “Fluffy’s a three-headed dog?”
          “Dear me, of course ‘ermione.” Hagrid chuckled at her, before turning back to Harry. “’owever, I tol’ him, this stranger, the trick with any beas’ is knowin’ how to ‘alm them. Take Fluffy for ‘xample; just play ‘im a ‘it of music, and he’ll ‘all right t’ sleep.”
          A crowded gasp went through everyone there, as Hagrid suddenly realized his massive mistake. “I shouldn’ have ‘old you ‘hat.”
          At that moment, they all heard a noise just outside Hagrid’s small window. They all looked through it and Harry instantly recognized the light-blonde hair of a boy running back towards the castle.
          “Malfoy.”

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Shortly after dinner-Potion’s Class

          Harry had never seen the Potion’s master smile before, but now as he, Neville, Hermione, and Ron all stood in front of his desk, he had now wished that he never had. When they entered the castle earlier before dinner, Snape was standing right in front of the Great Hall with Malfoy right next to him, both wearing the smuggest grins that Harry had ever seen. Snape didn’t waste any time as he informed the four Gryffindors that they were out after nightfall and that they were to report to the Potion’s classroom after dinner for punishment. During dinner, Harry had tried to get McGonagall involved, hoping that she lessen the punishment that he believed Snape would inflict upon them. However, she told him that as Snape was the one who caught them, it was his right to punish them for their rule-breaking, much like his right to do so in his own class. She also told him that unless overruled by the headmaster, all punishments are final.
          Lily herself had never seen her former friend like this. While she knew that he might’ve done horrible things while he served Voldemort, it seemed to her that Snape wasn’t taking a gentle approach with them. She wanted to try to talk to him, but after this year so far, she knew that if she tried, Snape was going to continue ignoring her as if she wasn’t even there.
          “Well, well. I must say I have been expecting this, Potter.” Snape looked down upon all four of them, his sneering smile covering half of his face. “You’re just like your father and his friends. Always thinking that the castle and the grounds were theirs.”
          “They did not!” Lily protested. “They were rule-breakers, but they always respected Hogwarts and the grounds around it.”
          Snape glanced in Lily’s direction for a moment, but continued ignoring her as he turned back to the children. “Unless you are with a teacher, no one is allowed to be outside the castle walls after nightfall. So, to ensure that is does not occur, a hundred points each will be taken from Gryffindor because of this, and all four of you will be given detention. Mr. Filch will be the one who decides when and where you will serve your detention. Now, back to your common room before I think of something else to deduct more points for.”
          Both Ron and Neville were halfway to the door at that point, but Harry and Hermione stood firm at Snape’s desk. “Excuse me, but why isn’t Malfoy being punished?” Harry asked the Potions master. Snape instantly frowned back to his usual manor at hearing the tone in Harry’s voice. Even Hermione shot Harry a quick look at Harry for his disrespectful tone.
          “Mr. Malfoy has already been dealt with, Potter.” Snape answered him. “As he was the one who reported that the four of you were outside of the castle after hours, as well as reporting that our unkempt gamekeeper has a dragon in his possession, I have decided that he should be rewarded for reporting these infractions. As for that oaf, be assured that I will be reporting him to the Ministry myself about this. Is there anything else, Potter? Or should I deduct more points?”
          “That won’t be necessary, Severus.” Dumbledore said as the door to the classroom opened widely, revealing the headmaster standing there. “While I can’t prevent you for giving the children the punishments they deserve, Rubeus Hagrid is solely my responsibility as headmaster of this school. As such, there will be no need to involve the Ministry of this matter until I talk to Hagrid myself.”
          Lily frowned intently as she wondered how much Dumbledore knew about this, and decided to ask him. “Excuse me, Albus, but what is your intention in dealing with Hagrid?”
          “Well, Hagrid has always been into creatures that he sees as misunderstood.” Dumbledore slightly chuckled at Lily. “In fact, I do seem to recall him mentioning how he would like to raise a dragon. However, as he is aware, owning dragons is forbidden by Wizarding Law by the Ministry, so I will be having a very long talk with our gamekeeper and send and owl to the dragon reserve in Romania to take possession of the baby dragon. Hmm…I do seem to recall that your brother Charlie is studying dragons there, isn’t that so, Mr. Weasley?”
          Ron smiled and nodded at hearing his brother’s name, but Hermione stepped forward to the headmaster with a look of frustration on her face. “Excuse me, Professor, but I think you should know that Hagrid got that egg from a stranger he met in the village.”
          “Thank you, Miss Granger, but I can assure you that I will handle it from here.” Dumbledore said to her before looking at all four of them. “Now, I suggest that you all go back to Gryffindor tower and prepare for bed. Pip pip.”
          Ron, Hermione, and Neville left the Potions classroom nodding to Dumbledore as they passed him. Harry, however, walked up to the man and looked right at him with an intense frown. He knew that Dumbledore had something to do with how the day went, even though Harry couldn’t prove it. Dumbledore was up to something, and it had to do with the Philosopher’s Stone.

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A week later-Just outside the Forbidden Forest

          The four Gryffindors were walking out of the castle following Argus Filch towards Hagrid’s hut very late at night. They were left a note by Professor McGonagall that very morning informing them that Filch would be picking them up for their detention at eleven o’clock that evening. When Filch picked them up, he had a weird smile on his face and led them out of the common room to the castle doors. From there, they heard the caretaker grunt a chuckle as they walked through the grounds and towards Hagrid’s hut.
          “I miss the old days,” Filch said as they walked. “Used to be detention meant to have you hanging upside down in the dungeons. God, I miss the screaming.”
          The Gryffindors shuddered as they continued walking towards Hagrid’s hut and the forest behind it. Even though she was still a ghost, Lily shuddered as well as she remembered how much Argus Filch enjoyed punishing any wrongdoing to Hogwarts. As they were finally reaching Hagrid, who was strapping on a crossbow to his leg, Lily was somewhat glad that Filch was taking them to Hagrid.
          “You’ll be serving detention with Hagrid tonight.” Filch told them, stopping in front of the large man. “He’s got a little job to do in the Forbidden Forest.”
          Hagrid sniffled a bit while looking at the four Gryffindors who stood in front of him. At that moment, Fang, Hagrid’s large old bloodhound, lumbered out of the hut and went to Hagrid’s side, groaning tiredly at being up at this time of night. Hagrid smiled and nodded at them, still stifling at losing Nobert, as Charlie Weasley personally picked up the dragon from Hagrid the other night and took him to Romania.
          “Dear God man, you’re not still on about that dragon, are you?” Filch looked at Hagrid with a bit of disgust. “Pull yourself together. You’re going into the Forest after all. You’ve got to have your wits about you.”
          “You’re joking, aren’t you?” Ron asked timidly as he looked towards the forest. “I thought students weren’t allowed. I mean, there are werewolves in there as well as other things.”
          “Oh, you can be sure of worse things in there, I can guarantee you of that.” Filch looked down at the young red-head and smiled a toothy grin. He then looked at all four of them and said: “I’ll be back to pick you all up in the morning. Whoever’s left, that is. Nighty-night.”
          They all heard Filch chuckle as he headed back towards the castle. However, Harry kept his attention on Hagrid, who was picking up a large lantern as began motioning the four Gryffindors toward the forest. “Right then, let’s go.”
          A few moments later, Harry felt his heart beating faster as they walked through a shallow path in the dense forest. In a weird way, he wasn’t frightened at being in a dangerous place. He felt excited at the prospect of coming across the dangerous creatures that called the Forbidden Forest home. It was the same kind of excitement he felt when he faced and killed the troll on Halloween. Harry couldn’t explain why he felt like this, but he knew he liked it. However, he was also worried about the Philosopher’s Stone, as Hagrid had let it be known how to get past Fluffy. If that stranger was Snape, then Harry suspected that it would be only a matter of time before he would find a way past the other defenses that the other teachers had set up. Harry believed that Snape already figured out what Quirrell did to protect the stone, as the Dark Arts teacher was seen with Snape recently discussing something that Harry couldn’t overhear. Snape was smart, and Harry believed that the Potions Master would have the stone in his possession by the time the term was over.
          Hagrid had led them to a small clearing, where the four first-year children saw a thick, silver fluid pool of something on the ground before them. Lily instantly gasped as she recognized what she saw. “Unicorn blood.” She said as Hagrid knelt next to it and dipped two fingers into it cautiously. Before Harry could look at his mother and ask her how she knew this, Hagrid grabbed his, and everyone’s attention.
          “See this? Unicorn blood, this is.” Hagrid told the four of them. “Now, I found one dead ‘bout a week ago, it’s blood drained from the poor thing. ‘his one here has been hurt bad by something, so it’s our job to find and help the poor beast. So, Ron and Hermione, you’ll come with me, and ‘arry, since I know that Lily is with you at all times, you and Neville will follow her as she should remember a bit about the forest. You two be careful, you here. If you find the unicorn, or the monster that been attacking them, do not engage. Shoot red sparks from your wand, and I’ll come running. You two should take Fang as well, but I should tell you that he’s a bloody coward.”
          Harry silently chuckled as he and Neville wished their friends good luck and Lily gestured her son to follow her. Neville was slightly frightened at walking through the dark dense forest behind Harry, who was communicating with both Lily and him to make sure Neville knew what the plan was. Lily was a little warry as she was trying to take a safe path through the forest and hoping that they weren’t going to find anything. Harry, however, was excited at the prospect of encountering some kind of action in the forest. About an hour later, after walking into a large clearing, Harry got his wish.
          Lily cussed at herself silently as both boys came upon the white unicorn lying dead a few feet away from them with a hooded figure leaned over its neck with the look of drinking its blood. Harry instantly hissed in pain as he grabbed his head where his lightning shaped scar was located, and the hooded figure lifted his head to look at the two children that faced him. Lily felt a cold chill run through her ghostly body as Harry nearly dropped to his knees screaming in pain. Neville, quickly realized the danger and pointed his wand up in the air and shot red sparks from his wand. Fang was true to Hagrid’s word as he ran away quicker than any bloodhound younger than he was could run. Lily tried to pull Harry back to his feet, and slowly Harry was able to, but the pain was getting worse as the cloaked figure was now flying towards them at breakneck speed. Neville, mostly on pure instinct Harry had to figure, summoned his air power and with one hard push of his hand, caused the figure to be pushed back by a sheer gust of wind. However, about twenty feet away, the figure managed to stop himself and tried charging again, however this time Harry had summoned a rock wall to block the figure’s path to them. Unfortunately, the figure was much stronger as he drilled a hole into the wall and charged for the boys again. Both Harry and Neville readied themselves for what was about to happen, but at that moment, several dark figures charged into the clearing and put themselves between the boys and the cloaked figure. After a moment, Lily recognized the creatures who began to chase the cloaked figure away and told Harry.
          “They’re centaurs, Harry. They’re proud warriors who rely on honor and a fierce sense of moral codes that dictate their actions. They’re also very territorial and focus much of their time on trying to read the stars and planets above during the night.”
          Harry sighed as the pain in his scar receded while the Cloaked figure disappeared into the forest with the centaurs following him. However, two male centaurs stayed behind as they turned towards the two boys and approached them.
          “Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom.” The elder centaur said to them. “I am Bane, leader of my tribe, and this is Firenze, my most trusted scout. You two should not be in the forest at this time.”
          Both boys decided to bow in respect, as they knew that these two saved them from that figure. After Harry raised himself, he had to ask: “Why? Is it because of whoever that was?”
          Firenze turned and kneeled in front of the slain unicorn. “Yes.” The muscular centaur answered him. “It is a terrible crime to slay a unicorn. Drinking a unicorn’s blood will keep you alive even if you are an inch away from death, but at a terrible cost. For once you have killed something so pure, you will have a cursed life. We only know of one dark individual who would have dared to do such a thing.”
          “Are you saying what I think you are saying?” Neville asked.
          Both centaurs nodded, but it was Harry who said that individuals name. “Voldemort.”
          Bane leaned in closer to both boys and whispered: “Do you both know what is hidden in the castle at this moment?”
          Both boys nodded as the sound of Hagrid’s feet came to a stop behind them. “Oh, thank goodness. ‘ello Bane. ‘ello Firenze. I thank you for protecting these two.”
          Bane solemnly nodded as Firenze picked up the dead unicorn up with his massive arms and propped it on his backside. Bane gave one final look to both boys before leaving and said one last thing: “Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom, your destinies are entwined with one another. However, you are both safe now, so I bid thee good luck and ask you all to vacate my forest at once.”
          With that, Bane and Firenze went back through the forest and disappeared from sight. Harry looked at his god-brother and his mother afterward and knew that he had one choice left.
          He was going after the Philosopher’s Stone.

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