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The Corruption of Lily Potter
Chapter 12
The Stone of Flamel: Part 8
(The Philosopher’s Stone)
Warning: Lemons
The Next Morning-Gryffindor Common Room

          “I’m with you, Harry.” Neville practically shouted to his god-brother, even though he very tired from the night before. Harry was standing and smiling next to his god-brother next to the fireplace in the common room. Harry had just laid out his plan for going after the Philosopher’s Stone after they got back inside the castle to Neville and Hermione. Ron, who was tired from walking around all night, went straight to his four-poster bed without another word to anyone. Hermione frowned intently as she was shaking her head negatively at both boys, not liking the idea Harry had come up with.
          “For a brilliant wizard, Harry, that’s completely idiotic.” Hermione told him, crossing her arms against her chest as she looked at them while sitting on the couch. “Some of the smartest witches and wizards alive today have placed protections to guard against anyone getting the stone. The three of us may be at the top of our year; do you honestly believe that the three of us will be able to get through all of that to beat Snape to the stone? Not to mention that we still have to get past Hagrid’s Cerebus Fluffy first.”
          “I have an idea about that, Hermione.” Harry responded. “I remember seeing a flute inside the Patil house when I visited them during Christmas. All I need to do is summon Divia here and ask her to bring the flute to me before we leave tonight.”
          “Do you even know how to play a flute?” Hermione glared at her friend.
          “I do, Hermione.” Neville said to her. “I played one during primary school. I’m not very good, though, and I only remember one song.”
          “I have to ask; what song?” Harry looked at his god-brother and smiled.
          “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.” Neville smiled meekly as Harry and Hermione chuckled after hearing that. Even Lily had to smile after hearing that. However, another thought came to Hermione at that moment.
          “Harry, how are we going to get to the third-floor corridor without being seen?” Hermione asked him, giving a quick glance to Lily. “No offence, but your mother is also a problem, because if anyone sees her floating around away from the tower, they’ll know that you’re out of bed.”
          Harry looked at Lily and frowned as Hermione had a good point. Neville nodded in agreement and said: “That’s a good point, Harry.”
          “Well, my invisibility cloak should cover the three of us until we get to the place where we won’t need it.” Harry said thoughtfully, looking at his mother and wondered about how she could get through the castle unseen. “Mum, other than floating between walls, I have no idea how we’re going to get past the prefects or teachers patrolling the castle at night.”
          “I have several ideas about that.” Lily answered her son. While she was slightly against Harry going after the Philosopher’s Stone, she also knew that at this point there was no stopping him from going after it. And, to tell the truth, she wanted him to go after it as well, especially after what happen last night. “Instead of me floating through the walls, I can either float through the floor, or fly high above the ceiling. I’m less likely to be seen by anyone in those places, but there is a chance that the ghosts might see me as they instill the same methods to catch children out of bed. However, there is another idea I have, but there are some complications with trying it.”
          “What is it, Mum?” Harry asked her, the three of them clearly interested in what her idea was.
          “Well, it’s something that normally I wouldn’t have brought up because I really don’t know if it’s even possible yet.” Lily explained to them. “I can possess either Neville or Hermione for a short time while we walk to the third-floor corridor. It’s not something I recommend, though, as I know it can be seriously dangerous.”
          “Hmm, interesting idea, Mrs. Potter.” Hermione said as she placed one of her hands on her chin. “I think that there’s a book in the library about it. I’ll check it out and read as much as I can about it. No offense, Neville, but if she tries this, then it’s going to be with me. It’s better as we’re both female and we have common traits with one another.”
          “None taken, Hermione, as I wasn’t looking forward to the idea of having my godmother possessing me.” Neville smiled meekly at both Hermione and Lily.
          “Are you two sure about this?” Harry asked Hermione and his mother. “If you both try this, who knows what’ll happen. I’d rather play it smart and go slowly to the third-floor corridor, hiding you, Mum, until the coast is clear.”
          “You have a point, Harry, but based on the fact that we don’t know when Snape could go after the stone, I think it’s a chance we have to take.” Hermione said to him, smiling at Lily. “However, if we can’t do it, then we’ll go slow.”
          “I think it’s best to try it a few times before we go tonight.” Lily said to Hermione. “After you get the book from the library, I’ll read it with you over your shoulder, if you don’t mind. That way, we should both be prepared for when we try it later tonight.”
          “Alright, Hermione you can get the book, but before you do that, I need you to talk to Professor Flitwick and see if you can find out what kind of protection he set up for the Philosopher’s Stone.” Harry told her, and then turned to Neville. “Neville, you should talk to Professor Sprout and ask her the same thing. Seeing as these two sees us as three of their favorites, you two might have a chance in finding out what they had set up. As for me, I’m going to see Professor McGonagall.”
          Lily had a seductive smirk on her face; one that Harry secretly sent her back as they knew what was going to happen when they got there. Hermione looked at the two of them kind of strangely after that, but nodded and smiled as Neville did the same.
          “We should get a little bit of sleep before we do that, though.” Neville said, yawning for a short time after. “We were up the entire night last night, after all, and we’re more than likely going to be up tonight as well. I do have one last question, Harry: What are we going to do if Snape already has the stone, or if he’s waiting for us down there?”
          “I don’t know yet, Neville.” Harry answered after a moment, thinking about the matter while he did so. “If we try to take him on, there’s little that we can do to beat him, even as powerful as we both are. We may not have much of a choice if we find him down there, though, so let’s all think about it and hope one of us will come up with something.”
          Hermione and Neville both nodded in agreement and quietly wished each other luck as they turned towards their respective dorms to get some sleep. Harry looked around the common room, feeling a sense of uneasiness that he couldn’t shake as he walked up the stairs to his four-poster bed. Lily stayed in the common room and as she watched her son go up the stairs, she felt the same sense of uneasiness, and as she lowered her eyes from the top of the stairs, she came upon a mirror placed in a remote place that nobody really looks at; with a collection of paintings with people moving in and out between them. What shook her at that moment was the fact that she could have sworn she saw someone inside the mirror with a smile on his face: Dumbledore.

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Early Afternoon-McGonagall’s office

          Harry entered Professor McGonagall’s office after getting a restless nap in him. Harry had a hard time sleeping after talking with Hermione, Neville, and his mother. The reason for it was that Harry was still thinking about how they were going to get the Philosopher’s Stone. Even if they were successful in getting the information that they needed from Professors McGonagall, Flitwick, and Sprout, and then finding a way to get to the third-floor corridor without Lily being detected, they still had to get through the other protections that the stone had, as well as the Mirror of Erised that the stone was hidden in. As much as Harry hated Dumbledore, he had to admit at the genius of that idea, although after what his mother just told him about the mirror in the common room, he was beginning to think that he was walking into a trap.
          “Hello, Harry. Hello Lily.” Minerva smiled as she stood up from behind her desk. As Harry closed and locked the door to her office, she grabbed her wand and quickly removed her magic glamour. “I wasn’t expecting to see you two today. After you served detention last night, I expected not to see you until tonight. Is there something wrong, or did you come here to have some fun?”
          “Well, I suspect it’s both, Minerva.” Lily smiled, following Harry as he walked over to Minerva’s desk. While Harry had visited Minerva before here many times, taking in the room that was the Deputy Headmistress’ office was still breathtaking. While Minerva’s desk, office chairs, end tables and table lamps were and might be the only thing one would notice, behind a large red silk curtain with the Gryffindor emblem emblazed upon it, was what both Lily and Harry could only compare to either an expensive hotel suite, or some rich person’s luxury condo. Wizard style, of course, as there was no TV nor any sort of modern muggle technology inside, but she did have a luxury couch and sofa, dining table, a large bookshelf that Hermione would have drooled over, a Pensieve, which Lily told Harry was for looking into memories from anyone’s past, and a massive king-size bed. However, while Harry did see it, he and Minerva had kept their sexual activities either in her classroom or the part of her office that they were actually in. Today, however, Lily had a feeling that Harry was going to use that bed.
          “Minerva, I’m afraid that I have to reveal that I know about the Philosopher’s Stone and I believe that someone is going to steal it.” Harry stood in front of her desk and told her. As soon as Harry said that, Minerva’s smile turned into an intense frown. Both Harry and Lily understood why she was crossing her arms at this point and looking very upset with both of them.
          “Listen, both of you,” Minerva said in a somewhat harsh tone. “I don’t know how you found out about the Philosopher’s Stone, but I can assure you that the stone is well protected. Now, I beg of you Harry, please drop the subject.”
          “I’m afraid we can’t, Minerva.” Harry said to her, grabbing a stack of parchment that was on top of Minerva’s desk and threw it over to the floor. Minerva gasped, shocked at Harry’s sudden boldness as Harry jumped on the desk and sat right down in front of Minerva. She tried to step back, but as Harry grabbed her arm, she relented as Harry pulled her into a deep, long kiss. While Harry’s and Minerva’s tongues played with each other, Lily walked over to Minerva’s side and seductively whispered into her ear.
          “We need to know what protection that you set up for the stone.” Lily said to her, breathing heavily into her ear. “If you tell Harry, then he’ll fuck you right here and now, Minerva. I know that you’ve been secretly hoping for that ever since you first touched Harry’s cock. Come on, Minerva, doesn’t your pussy want to taste Harry’s manhood?”
          Minerva pulled away from Harry, purring softly as she looked at Lily with lustful eyes. However, she still shook her head, slowly mouthing the word ‘No’ to her before turning her attention back to Harry. Harry had removed his hands from her at that point and began unbuttoning his trousers.
          “Strip, Minerva.” Harry told her with fierceness as he pulled out his six-inch cock from out of his pants. Minerva was shocked even further at hearing the tone in Harry’s voice, as every time they had these secret sessions, Harry’s tone was more suggestive than anything else. Today, Harry was flat out telling her with a domineering tone, and what surprised her was that she liked it.
          Minerva began removing her green robes and green dress, revealing her attractive, thirty-something figure to Harry and Lily once again. She left her clothes on the floor and tried to kneel down in front of Harry, hungrily eyeing his dick and licking her lips seductively. However, Harry had other ideas as he jumped off the desk and began stripping off his clothes as well. Minerva rose to her feet, looking quizzically at the young wizard, wondering what Harry was planning.
          “Oh, you’re not sucking my cock yet, Minerva.” Harry told her with a seductive smile on his face as he finished undressing. Then, as Lily kneeled down in front of Harry, he told her: “Get on the desk and play with yourself while watching me fuck my mother’s face.”
          Pouting a bit, Minerva sat down on top of her desk and obediently spread her legs in front of Harry. Harry smiled as Lily took her son’s cock into her ghostly mouth and shuddered slightly as he felt the chillness of his mother’s blowjob. Minerva moaned as she watched this happening while her left hand kneaded her breast as her right hand was fiercely rubbing her vagina and clit. Harry grabbed Lily’s ghostly red hair and thrusted his hips into her mouth harder and faster, causing Lily to moan even louder as she was masturbating herself and rolling her eyes in pleasure. Minerva had placed two of her fingers inside of her pussy and was fucking herself with passion as she moaned louder and began panting heavily. Harry watched Minerva closely, and after several minutes, her body began tensing up and Harry knew that she was approaching her orgasm. At that moment, Harry pulled away from Lily and pointed his throbbing member at Minerva’s pussy.
          “Stop masturbating, Minerva.” Harry told her as he licked his lips and stroked his cock. Minerva groaned painfully as she pulled her hand away from her pussy as she knew that she was on the brink of orgasm. At that point, she looked at Harry and his throbbing cock longingly as Lily crawled next to Harry, pouting that she didn’t get to feel Harry orgasm inside of her ghostly mouth. Harry smiled and waited for Minerva’s excitement to ebb away until she started breathing normally. When that happened, Harry released his cock and grabbed both of Minerva’s legs as he bent down and placed his mouth on her pussy. Minerva gasped as she felt Harry’s tongue enter her pussy and began lapping up the wet juices inside. She laid back against the desk and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of Harry’s tongue fucking her cunt. Lily licked her lips as she started masturbating again, moving closer to the desk and standing back up to grant her a better view of what her son was doing. Minerva grabbed Harry’s head as she nearly growled from feeling her orgasm building up again, with Harry using his tongue expertly against his Transfiguration teacher. Lily herself felt her own orgasm growing, but right before she and Minerva came, Harry pulled his tongue out of Minerva’s pussy and yanked his head away from her crotch. A near sadistic smile emerged on Harry’s face as he watched Minerva painfully calm down from her sexual height as her orgasm faded once again. Lily had stopped masturbating as well, not because Harry wanted her to stop, but because she wanted to relish seeing Minerva in this state and wanted to feel the same amount of frustration that was now on Minerva’s sweaty face.
          “The only way I am going to let you cum is with my cock in your pussy, Minerva.” Harry told her, placing his right hand on top of her cunt. “And the only way I’m going to put my cock in your pussy is after you tell me what protections you placed for the Philosopher’s Stone. So, Minerva, how much longer can you last?”
          With that, Harry inserted two of his fingers into her pussy and slowly began to fuck her as he used his thumb to rub her clit. Minerva tearfully began moaning and panting again as she felt immense pleasure from Harry’s fingers. She knew that Harry was torturing her with this, but as a respected professor here at Hogwarts, she wasn’t going to give Harry what he wanted. However, as Harry moved closer and bent his head over her chest, kissing and sucking one of her nipples, she knew if he kept this up, sexually torturing her this way, she would eventually tell him what he wanted to know. To tell the truth, Minerva felt an undeniable urge to be dominated by Harry, not just to be fucked by him. While it was true that Minerva was the one who instigated this whole scenario, she knew now that Harry was the one controlling her, not the other way around. As she felt her orgasm once again rise, she couldn’t resist the need to scream out and tell him.
          “Oh Merlin! I’m going to cum! I’m going to…” Minerva screamed loudly and as she began, Harry pulled his hand away from her pussy and lifted his head up from her chest. Harry smiled sadistically again as he pushed her to the brink again without taking her over. Minerva was now clearly sobbing as her orgasm dissipated for the third time, looking up at Harry and begging him with her tearful eyes. “Please Mas…Harry, I mean Harry, please let me cum! You know I can’t reveal to you about the stone’s protections, I am a Hogwarts teacher after all! I am also a woman, though, and I have needs, so please fuck me with your manhood and make me cum!”
          Both Harry and Lily noticed Minerva’s slip at nearly calling Harry Master, and as Harry resumed his attack on her pussy, it was Lily who bent over to Minerva’s ear, breathing heavily as she did so.
          “Did you try to refer to Harry as your master?” Lily seductively asked, rubbing her crotch vigorously and panting heavily. Minerva could only moan as she was being finger-fucked by the young wizard, so Lily continued whispering into Minerva’s ear. “You want Harry to be your master, don’t you Minerva? You want to submit to him and let him control you like he’s doing now, a true Alpha male. If that’s the case, then why don’t you just tell Harry what protection you gave to the stone.”
          “No! I can’t!” Minerva screamed as she shook her head fiercely. “I’m a Hogwarts teacher! I’m the Head of Gryffindor House as well as the Deputy Headmistress of the school! It’s my responsibility to protect you from what’s down there as well as prevent anyone from going after the stone! It’s far too dangerous and you’re my responsibility and…Oh Merlin, I’m going to cum!”
          “No, not yet, Minerva.” Harry said teasingly as he pulled his hand away again. Crying fully, Minerva tried to move closer to Harry as she felt her orgasm die down for the fourth straight time. Once she had calmed down again, Harry showed her his sadistic smile again and bent down over her crotch. Before he started on her pussy with his mouth, Harry told her: “I’m going to keep doing this over and over, Minerva, until you give me what I want! Because I can guarantee that if you don’t, you won’t get what you want!”
          And so, Harry continued his sexual torture on her, stopping every time his Head of House was near orgasm, to show her that HE was in control and not her and that he would get what he wanted. He would show her that he was her Master and she was nothing more than his slave. For what seemed to be forever, he continued to lick her pussy, playing with her clit, even playing with her breasts, and every time he knew she was close to cumming he stopped for a few moments before going back.
          Before long though Minerva was at breaking point, all she could do was focus on Harry sexual torturing her, to lengths she never thought possible. Until he came along, she was a strong woman, dealing with the most troublesome of teenagers, like Harry's own father. But now, she didn't know what was going on, all she knew was that Lily was right, she wanted Harry to be her Master, to be used and dominated by him. She wanted this for some time now, to have Harry take her and make her his woman. No, not just his woman, his personal sex slave. She had to admit that when she saw the Patil witches become Harry’s slaves, she was slightly more than jealous. And even though she had no proof, Minerva knew that he was fucking all three of them. Then, as her orgasm was beginning to build once again, she began imagining a collar on her neck with a golden ‘P’ on it. At that moment, she could no longer deny it, she was Harry’s.
          “It’s a chess set, Master!” Minerva was almost incoherent as she was on the brink of her orgasm, but it was enough for Harry and Lily to make out as she realized who Harry was to her now. Harry removed his hand and shoved his entire manhood into her wet pussy. Her orgasm had finally come at that moment, her body shaking uncontrollably on top of her desk, nearly forcing Harry himself to cum. “Oh Merlin, Oh Fuck, Thank You Harry! Thank You, My Master!”
          Harry held still inside of her pussy as she rode through her orgasm, gritting his teeth as her pussy tightened around his cock. Once Minerva had finished cumming, she laid against the cold wood of her desk exhausted from Harry’s sexual torture. However, she glanced up at Harry as she realized that his throbbing six-inch long dick was buried all the way into her cunt, nearly touching her womb. At that point, Harry licked his lips in anticipation for what he was going to do to her. For Harry, it was no longer about just fucking his Transfiguration Professor, it was about showing her that he could go keep going, even if she couldn’t.
          And so, with Lily climbing on top of the desk and partially straddling Minerva’s face, Harry started fucking her in earnest. As Minerva began moaning, panting, and literally purring tiredly at Harry, who wasn’t interested at how tired she was. He wanted to have fun with her, as every time he was close to his own orgasm he would stop for a few moments; allowing himself to calm down a bit before continuing, as he wanted to make sure that his new slave knew who he was to her, and this was what he could do to her whenever he wanted. He would play with her breasts as he fucked her, or kiss his mother and play with her breasts as he fucked Minerva, anything to show Minerva who she now belonged to and that he would do what he liked. Unfortunately, before long, no matter how much he tried, he felt his buildup in his balls and knew that he needed to cum. Both Minerva and Lily had already came several times at that point, and with his own orgasm approaching, Harry knew that there one last thing he needed to find out.
“Minerva, is today a safe day for you?” Harry asked her, holding back his orgasm as much as he could. Minerva nodded with a whimper, showing her dissatisfaction at not being able to be impregnated by her master. “Pity.” Was all he said as he shoved his entire length into her, nearly entering her womb as he did so. At that moment, he came violently into her, filling his Head of House’s pussy and womb completely with his cum. Minerva felt her master’s hot sperm enter her and was immediately rocked with another orgasm, causing her to nearly pass out. Lily was also cumming at that moment, being rocked to the point that she fell off of the desk and hit the ground below. After a full minute had passed, Harry finally pulled out of Minerva, the three of them breathing heavily from what just happened. However, as Minerva lifted her head and saw Harry stroking his still hard cock, she knew that her master wasn’t done with her yet.
          Pulling her up by her arm, Harry led her past the red Gryffindor curtain and took her over to her bed. Walking on wobbly knees, Minerva saw where Harry was taking her and uttered a squeal of delight. Lily herself was following a few steps behind, wondering how much longer her son could go on. When they got to the bed, Harry threw her onto the bed and positioned her on her hands and knees, with her ass wiggling at him. Not needing much more enticing, Harry mounted her and inserted his enraged dick into her cum-soaked pussy again, fucking her more fiercely than he did moments before. Lily climbed on the bed and spread her legs in front of Minerva and began masturbating as she watched Minerva being taken again by her son. There was no question in her mind at that point, she wanted to feel Harry’s cock fucking her. At that moment, Lily wished desperately for her body to be found.
          Minerva was screaming loudly and purring her moans, feeling another powerful orgasm wash over her. As she came, she arched her back and for some strange reason, meowed like a cat. When her orgasm was over, she collapsed on to the bed, her green eyes rolling to the back of her head and her long brown hair flowing down against her sides onto the red silk sheets of her bed. Harry fell down on top of her, continuing to dominate her as he drilled into her with a much faster pace. After several more minutes, Harry felt his orgasm approaching again, and this time he felt compelled to pull out of her this time. When he did, he got onto his knees and proceeded to cum all over Minerva’s backside and ass, with a few strands hitting her hair and the bed sheets that they were on. After he had finished cumming, Harry laid down next to Minerva and glanced at his mother, Lily, who even though she was a ghost, found herself nearly exhausted from cumming so much. Smiling at Lily, Harry looked at Minerva’s bare neck and felt the urge to do something to it. However, not knowing what that was, he laid there wide-awake waiting for Minerva to awaken from her sexual slumber.
          Nearly an hour later, Minerva stirred and felt the heat of Harry’s body lying next to her. Instinctively, she rolled out of bed and got on to her knees, waiting for her new master to give her instructions. Smiling even wider at her, Harry sat on the edge of the bed with his softening dick in front of Minerva’s face. She quickly took it into her mouth and began sucking it to make it hard, hearing her master moan in satisfaction at her blowjob. As soon as Harry got hard again, he pulled her off of him and looked down upon her, letting her know that her master still wanted something from her.
          “Alright, Master.” Minerva said as she stroked his cock, already knowing what her master wanted. “Even though I feel that you shouldn’t go anywhere near the Philosopher’s Stone, I’ll tell you what I know about what’s protecting it. If you get to the third-floor corridor, without being caught mind you, you have to make your way down that corridor until you come to a locked door that no key can open. If you get past that, you’ll find a trap door being protected by a large Cerebus that Hagrid named Fluffy. Now, I assume that you already know how to get past Fluffy, giving the fact that Hagrid is bad at keeping secrets, but in case you don’t know, you need to play some music to the beast, so he’ll fall asleep. After that, go through the trap door and fall onto Professor Sprout’s protection, which is Devil’s Snare…”

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Just after midnight-Gryffindor Common Room

          Harry, Neville, Parvati, and surprisingly Ron were all sitting down watching Hermione shake violently as she was now being possessed by Lily. This was the fifth attempt that both Hermione and Lily tried, and to tell the truth, while each attempt got easier for both of them, Harry still felt uneasy with the both of them trying this. When Harry and Lily returned from McGonagall’s office, they found Hermione and Neville over in a corner sitting around a table with Hermione reading the book she promised to check out from the library concerning ghost possessions, and Neville quietly writing a letter to Thaddeus, who Hermione discovered was the author of the book she had read. This made sense to Harry, as Thaddeus was the only wizard Harry knew of that could communicate with ghosts outside of the magical world. So, at that point during the day, Harry had summoned Divia to him and as soon as she appeared, Harry told her that he needed the flute that he saw in the Patil home the last time he was there. Pouting that her master didn’t want to fuck her, she teleported back to her home and returned about ten minutes later with the flute.
          The rest of the day was spent with Harry informing Neville and Hermione about what he learned from Professor McGonagall about the protections for the Philosopher’s Stone. Harry had learned that Hermione and Neville had no luck in obtaining the information from Professors Flitwick and Sprout, so Harry thought it was good that he knew what those protections were. Unfortunately for him, though, Hermione found it to be more than strange that McGonagall would give Harry all of that information, and decided to ask him about it.
          “Professor McGonagall shouldn’t have given you any information about the stone, Harry.” Hermione had told him, feeling a slight loss of pride for her Head of House. “How did you get all this information, Harry? Did you use your allure on her to trick her into telling you?”
          Harry thought about this for some time before coming up with an appropriate answer for Hermione. The reason was he didn’t want Hermione to think less of their Transfiguration Professor, and at the same time he didn’t want to reveal what he did to get the information. After a long pause, he finally came up with an answer.
          “At first, she didn’t, Hermione.” Harry had explained to her. “After I revealed to her that I knew about the stone, Professor McGonagall was very displeased with me for having that information. However, after convincing her that I was only interested in the knowledge about the magic alone being used to protect it, she reluctantly gave me Flitwick’s and Sprout’s protections as well as her own. I may have used my allure on her, Hermione, but I assure you that it was unintentional as I still don’t have any control over it as of yet. Also, while we now know what those protections are, as well as how to get pass them, we still don’t know what Quirrell and Snape have set up down there. McGonagall didn’t have this information, as Dumbledore is the only one who did know what those protections are.”
          Hermione nodded at Harry’s explanation, but frowned intently at Harry not referring to Dumbledore, Snape, and Quirrell as professors. While she somewhat understood for Harry’s attitude towards the Headmaster and Professor Snape, she truly believed that as educators, they deserved the respect due to their positions. Hermione had a reputation for being somewhat of a teacher’s pet during her time in primary school, and with her first year at Hogwarts nearly over, she still considered herself as a perfect student. However, Hermione knew that ever since she became friends with Harry and Neville, she became a bit more, well, outward than she was once before, as the old Hermione would have never been bold enough to incur a teacher’s wrath by breaking a rule, and especially never have forced another boy to do whatever she wanted, like Ron had done.
          Hermione had gone back to studying the book in front of her and started explaining what she had learned about possessions to Lily. While that was happening, Neville had told Harry that he wanted to notify Thaddeus about what they were planning and ask for whatever help he could give to ensure that the Flamel family gets the Philosopher’s stone back. Harry understood this, and allowed Neville to use Hedwig to send the letter directly to him so Thaddeus could know what was going to happen. At that point all Harry and Neville could do was wait until nightfall when everyone in the tower was supposed to be asleep, so the three of them could go after the stone and stop Snape from getting to it first.
          As for the rest of the Gryffindors, even after they found out that Harry, Neville, Hermione, and Ron had lost them four hundred points, most of them were surprisingly okay with it. In fact, they were very few Gryffindors who blamed them for the incident. The entire girl side of their house were still talking to Harry, Hermione, and Neville, and with the exception of a few sixth and seventh year boys, the guys were all supportive of them, citing that Snape took advantage of the situation and was always looking to make any Gryffindor pay. Even Percy Weasley, who Fred, George, and Ron had said was a rule-stickler, sympathized with his younger brother as well as Harry, Neville, and Hermione. Harry was very much grateful for this, as he believed that the entire boy side of the house would hate him and the other three for costing them these points. Not the girl side however, as Harry knew that his allure was preventing them from hating him. Harry didn’t mind this, though, while he didn’t like being the center of attention, he did like the looks all the females had been giving him lately. It was the same looks he got from McGonagall, Hooch, and Pomfrey, the look of lust.
          After dinner, Hermione and Lily began attempting having Lily possessing Hermione. While they were attempting this, Neville practiced on the flute that Harry had got from Divia, and while he hadn’t played in years, Neville wasn’t all that bad. Harry still hoped though that it would be good enough to put Fluffy to sleep. As for Hermione and Lily, their first attempt turned out to be a slight success except for the fact that it only lasted a full minute until Lily was thrown out of Hermione and the young witch felt exhausted from the effects of being possessed. After witnessing the first attempt, Harry told Hermione that there might be too much risk involved with his mother possessing her. Hermione agreed to this somewhat, stating from the book that she had studied that successful possessions only occurred with adult or pre-adult witches and wizards, and to date, there was no actual attempt on someone Hermione’s age before. However, she believed that it was still worth the effort as they needed to get to the stone as quickly as possible and this was the best way for all of them to get to the third floor without being detected. Harry had nodded at that point, saying that if it was still difficult by the time they had to leave, they would forget it and go safe and slow until they reached the third floor.
          As Hermione and Lily had finally stopped shaking, Harry, Neville, Ron, and Parvati all breathed a sigh of relief. The young possessed witch slowly took a deep breath and looked at the four who slowly stood from the couch and walked over to him. Harry still looked worried at this happening as he had to ask: “Mum? Hermione? Are you both there?”
          “Yes, Harry.” Hermione’s and Lily’s voices responded to him, a look of shock on Harry’s face at hearing both of their voices coming out of Hermione’s mouth. Harry had to try to understand what they were saying, as both voices were trying to overlap the other. “We don’t know how long we can hold this. We should get to the third-floor corridor quickly.”
          Harry nodded and turned to Ron and Parvati. “You two need to cover for us while we’re gone.” Harry told them both. “Ron, use whatever stunts and tricks you know to keep the prefects from checking our beds. Parvati, the same goes for you. Now, if Neville, Hermione, and I are not back by morning, go directly to Professor McGonagall and no one else. Tell her what you know, as well as Professor Snape’s involvement with this. Hopefully, all of us will be safe and sound by the time the sun rises.”
          “Will do, mate.” Ron said, grabbing and shaking Harry’s hand heavily. “I wish I could go with you guys. I might be able to help you get to the stone.”
          Harry pulled his hand away from Ron’s grasp, shaking his head at the thought of him coming with them. Harry honestly believed that Ron would either get himself hurt or killed, or do something so stupid that would more than likely endanger Harry and the others. Ron may have improved thanks to Hermione pressuring him, but Ron also had a knack for being careless, and for Harry, that was simply not worth the risk. There was also the fact that Harry did not like the young Weasley boy, as he was more annoying than anyone he ever met, with the exception of Malfoy, of course.
          Parvati hugged Harry tightly and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “Come back safe, Master.” She whispered into his ear. “Padma and I will be looking forward to fucking us after you retrieved the stone.”
          Harry gave her a seductive smile after she released her hold on him. Both Neville and Hemione/Lily said their good nights to Parvati and Ron as Harry grabbed his invisibility cloak from the couch and began motioning his two friends towards the entrance. When Neville and Hermione/Lily gathered next to Harry, the three of them nodded one last time to Ron and Parvati before Harry covered all of them with the cloak and left Gryffindor tower to go after the Philosopher’s Stone.

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Moments Later-The Third-Floor Corridor

          Harry breathed a sigh of relief as the three, well, four of them made it through the third-floor corridor without any trouble. While they came across teachers and prefects patrolling the castle, thanks to Harry’s invisibility cloak and Lily possessing Hermione, they managed to get through the castle undetected. Thankfully even the ghosts couldn’t detect them as they reached the third-floor corridor quicker than Harry had figured. When they knew that the coast was clear, Lily emerged from Hermione’s body and after a moment or two of composing themselves, they reached the locked door at the end of the corridor.
          “Alohomora,” Hermione quietly said as she pointed her wand at the doorknob. After they heard a click, Lily floated through the door first, to see if anyone was already there. A moment later, she poked her head back through the door with a frown but nodded that it was safe to enter.
          After they entered the room, Harry removed the cloak off from them and gasped out loud as he saw the size of the three-headed dog in front of them. Hermione and Neville stared wide-eyed at the beast, who to their surprise, was already asleep as its paw was covering the trap door they needed to go through. The three of them breathed a sigh of relief as seeing the Cerebus for the first time, for if it was awake, they had little doubt that the beast could devour each of them with each of its heads with just one bite. However, while they were grateful that Fluffy was sleeping, they already knew what that meant. Snape had already been there.
          “Look, there’s a harp over by the window.” Neville said quiettly and pointed to the gold object. “Snape must have used it to get past Fluffy. After he got through, Fluffy must have put its paw on the trap door. What’s the plan, Harry?”
          “We’re going to have to move its paw slowly, so we don’t wake it up.” Harry said softly. “Neville, stand by with the flute just in case. Hermione and I will try to lift the paw up gently and move it off the trap door.”
          Both Neville and Hermione nodded as Harry moved slowly over to the trap door. Neville pulled out the flute and prepared to play as Hermione joined Harry by the Cerebus’ paw. Slowly, both Harry and Hermione lifted the large paw and tried moving it off the wooden frame of the small door. Fluffy growled in its sleep as Harry and Hermione moved its paw off the trap door, Neville shaking nervously from Fluffy’s snoring. After what seemed like forever for Neville, Harry and Hermione had successfully moved Fluffy’s paw and had opened the trap door. Neville checked to see if Fluffy was still sleeping before joining Harry and Hermione at the trap door. Lily nodded with a sigh of relief knowing that the children got past the large three-headed dog.
          “Alright, remember the next protection is Devil’s Snare, Professor Sprout’s protection.” Harry whispered to them. “I’ll go first, and if it’s safe, I’ll light my wand, so you’ll know, then you can go too.”
          Both Hermione and Neville nodded, and Harry jumped down through the trap door. All Harry could see was darkness as he fell for several seconds until he landed on the soft fleshy surface of the plant. After a moment, Harry lit the tip of his wand and pointed it up, hoping that it was strong enough for Neville and Hermione to see, but not strong enough to wake Fluffy. As Hermione and Neville landed next to Harry, the Devil’s Snare reacted to them and slowly began wrapping its vines around the young people. Hermione and Neville pointed their wands at the vines and said: “Lumos Solem!” Harry followed their example as bright light emerged from their wands and destroyed the vines that were wrapping around them. After the vines were gone, Harry looked over to the side and saw his mother floating by the wall. Smiling, Lily pointed to a small opening just underneath where she was. Nodding, Harry motioned for Hermione and Neville to follow him as they crawled towards Lily, knowing that they needed to be as relaxed as possible while doing so. Once they arrived at the hole, they dropped down the floor ten feet below, and took a moment to get their bearings before moving on. As they did, Harry began hearing the sound of wings flapping around.
          Entering a round room with what looked like had no ceiling within sight, they encountered Professor Flitwick’s protection: charmed keys with wings. In the middle of the room were three brooms hovering, indicating that they had to fly to catch the right key to open the door on the other side of the room. Hermione and Neville went to the door to check the lock while Harry looked at the hundreds of keys flying over them.
          “We’re looking for an old, brass key.” Hermione told Harry as she and Neville examined the lock while Harry grabbed one of the brooms. “A thick one too, comparing to the lock here.”
          “I see it.” Harry exclaimed as he pointed above his head. “It’s the one with a broken wing.” Harry frowned at that moment and looked at his friends.
          “What’s wrong, Harry?” Neville asked, wondering why Harry hadn’t mounted the broom yet.
          “Well, besides Fluffy, these traps are almost too easy.” Harry explained. “First with Devil’s Snare, where we learned about at the beginning of the school term, then this, where all I have to do is fly up and catch one key to unlock the door.”
          “Maybe it’s a trick of some kind.” Hermione suggested. “After all, we still have to get through a game of wizard’s chess, not to mention whatever Professors Quirrell and Snape set up to prevent anyone from getting to the stone.”
          “She’s got a point, Harry.” Neville said. “Maybe Dumbledore set this up to lull anyone who tried into a false sense of security. I mean, after getting past Fluffy, of course.”
          Harry nodded still frowning, but mounted the broom and pushed off the ground to go after the key. Harry flew swiftly after the key as it moved much faster than he had anticipated along with the fact that the other keys swarmed around him, blocking his vision from the key. Harry maneuvered around the tight corners in the room as he tried keeping the key within his sight. After several minutes of fighting and flying, Harry grabbed the key and dove straight towards Hermione and Neville, who were patiently waiting for Harry. Harry quickly tossed the key to Hermione and landed quickly on the ground next to them as Neville summoned his air abilities and shoved the other flying keys across the room away from them. Smiling at his god-brother, Harry ran through the door after Hermione opened it and waited for Hermione and Neville to join him. As soon as Neville and Hermione came through, Hermione slammed the door shut as the three of them took another moment to catch their breath.
          “Okay, that was a little bit harder than I thought.” Harry said, trying to breathe normally and smiling at both Neville and Hermione. After they nodded at him, Harry told them: “Alright, next is Professor McGonagall’s protection: a wizard’s chess set. Now remember, normally we would have to play the game until we checkmate the king to get across the room. However, she told me that she built in a special trick for getting past the game quickly. It’ll be difficult, but if we take out the white queen without taking out any other major piece on the board, the king will surrender, and we can get past to the next trap. Neville, you have more experience with the game, so Hermione and I will follow your lead, okay?”
          “Alright, Harry, but I don’t know how will get to the queen without taking out any of the castles, knights, or bishops first.” Neville told his god-brother and took the lead going into the next room.
          When they entered the next room, they gave a collective gasp as they saw the sheer size of the chees set and the pieces on it. While the room itself was rectangular, Harry could easily see the entire Quidditch pitch fitting inside the room with room to spare. After a long moment, Neville stepped forward and examined the pieces on the board, discovering that three black pieces were missing: a castle, a bishop, and a knight. The horse that the knight was supposed to sit on was still there, shining in black marble. At that moment, Neville understood what they needed to do.
          “Looks like we have to take the places of the pieces missing.” Neville stated. “Alright, Harry, you can take the knight, Hermione, you can be a bishop, and I’ll take the castle’s place.”
          Both Harry and Hermione nodded, taking their respective places on the board. Neville took the end spot reserved for the castle’s position, and as the white king’s pawn moved up two spots, Neville had to shudder, saying: “I hope that this isn’t like actual wizard’s chess.”
          A few minutes into the game, Neville found out how wrong he was, as the first black pawn he moved was annihilated by the white queen, the very piece that they all knew they would have to defeat to go on. Neville positioned the other black pawns around the white queen, using them as a quick diversion while setting his major pieces in position to take her when they had the chance. However, the major pieces of the white side began taking out the black pawns as their queen took out the black castle on the opposite side where Neville was currently standing. At that moment, Neville had wished that he was on the horse instead of Harry, one because he would’ve had a better view, and second because there was a white knight between him and the queen. It was also his turn.
          “So, someone has to move to a position that will make that knight move out of the way.” Neville shuddered at the thought of what he was going to ask. “Harry, you have the best angle, so I think you have the best shot to move the knight out of the way. That way, I’ll be able to take out the queen and we can get past this to the next trap.”
          “Wait a minute! You want Harry to sacrifice himself?” Hermione asked, shocked at what Neville was suggesting. However, she also knew that they were losing time as Snape was either closing on to the stone or already had it by now.
          “He’s right, Hermione.” Harry looked at both of them and said. “Don’t worry, because I think I have a plan for when the knight takes me. Mum, can you pull me off right at the moment the knight makes its kill?”
          “Yes, but the timing would have to be perfect, or the game might reset, and you’ll be forced to play again.” Lily answered and moved to her son’s side, preparing herself for what Harry had planned. Neville called out the move at that point, and Harry moved into the position. The white knight made its move and took out Harry. Fortunately, though, Lily was able to pull Harry off of the horse right as the spear from the white knight shattered the black marble of the horse. As the shattered pieces of the horse fell onto the board, Harry covered up his body as best as he could to protect himself from the falling pieces.
          “Harry! Are you alright?” Neville yelled, concern clearly on his face.
          “I’m alright, Neville!” Harry responded after the dust from the shattered pieces cleared and the white knight took his new position. Harry remained on the ground so as to not give away that he wasn’t really hurt. “Take the queen so we can get out of here!”
          Neville nodded, and moved across the board to the white queen. When he got to her, he pointed his wand at her and shouted: “Bombarda!” The queen exploded from within as pieces of her went all around, a few pieces nearly hitting Neville. When it was all over, Neville took her place on the board and waited for the next move on the white side. After a long moment, the white king dropped its sword signaling the end of the game, and allowing Harry, Neville, and Hermione to continue onward.
          “Is everyone alright?” Lily asked as they gathered past the white king next to the door leading to the next protection. Harry, Neville, and Hermione nodded to her, all of them breathing heavily and giving quick coughs from the dust they took in. Lily frowned as while she was glad that they made it through, she couldn’t help but notice the bruises on Harry and Neville after they survived their ordeal.
          “Next time, we should bring Ron.” Neville said as he finally caught his breath. “He’s the better chess player, and he would’ve gotten us through a lot faster than I could.”
          Harry couldn’t help but to nod at Neville’s statement, as Hermione was also nodding with a frown on her face. Harry suspected that Hermione did not think of Ron as anything other than a nuisance, much like what Harry thought of the redhead. Instead of asking her about it, though, Harry followed his mother as Lily went into the next room.
          The room was much smaller than the last room, and was dimly lit, with barely enough light to see the door on the other side, and what was blocking the way. A large mountain troll, much larger than the troll Harry fought and killed on Halloween. Both Hermione and Neville shivered at the sheer size of the monster, who at the moment was sprawled across the middle of the floor. From what they could tell, the troll was completely out cold from his own large club that was next to its monstrous head. While Lily, Neville and Hermione all sighed in relief that the troll was unconscious, Harry growled a bit at not having to fight this troll to get by, and hoped that the next trap would be more of a challenge. After moving slowly around the large and smelly troll, they reached the door and quickly left the room and entered the next one.
          As soon as they entered the room, purple flame erupted around the door behind them as black flame erupted around the door in front of them. After they realized their new predicament, Hermione saw a large table in the middle of the room with seven differently shaped bottles lined up side-by side on top of it, and a piece of parchment at the end of it. It was the parchment that pulled Hermione’s attention, as it was laid out like someone had read it before they had got here. Hermione walked over to the table and picked up the parchment, examining it closely as Harry, Lily, and Neville gathered around her waiting for her to read it. However, she turned to Harry looking puzzled at him.
          “Harry, this is Snape’s trap.” Hermione told him, showing the parchment to him. Harry nodded at her, agreeing that it was Snape’s trap, but not understanding why Hermione was showing him the parchment, so she continued: “This parchment was originally rolled up, see?” She indicated the indentations along the sides of the parchment. “Someone recently unrolled this to read it before we got here, and left it flat on the table. Now, listen to this:” And with that, she began to read.

Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind,
Two of us will help you, whichever you would find,
One among us seven will let you move ahead,
Another will transport the drinker back instead,
Two among our number hold only nettle wine,
Three of us are killers, waiting hidden in line.
Choose, unless you wish to stay here forevermore,
To help you in your choice, we give you these clues four:
First, however slyly the poison tries to hide
You will always find some on nettle wine’s left side;
Second, different are those who stand at either end,
But if you would move onward, neither is your friend;
Third, as you see clearly, all are different size,
Neither dwarf nor giant holds death in their insides;
Fourth, the second left and the second on the right
Are twins once you taste them, though different at first sight.

          “I don’t see the point, Hermione.” Harry said to her, with Neville nodding in agreement. However, Lily gasped as she understood the point Hermione was making.
          “Severus designed this trap, Harry.” Lily explained. “He wouldn’t have needed to read it to find out which bottle he needed to go through the barriers, as he designed everything about this protection. He even wrote the poem, so why would he need to read it if he already knew which bottle to drink.”
          Harry frowned. Both Hermione and Lily were right, Snape wouldn’t have needed to read the parchment, which meant one of two things for them, and neither of them had Snape getting the stone.
          “Okay, so either Dumbledore is in there, or Voldemort is in there.” Harry stated out loud, looking at the door with the black flame. However, neither sounded more better than the other. If it was Dumbledore, then Harry would have to explain why the three of them were down here, which surely meant that even though Harry suspected that Dumbledore wanted him dead, he would still act like the headmaster and expel all three of them for this indiscretion. Unfortunately, Harry believed that Voldemort would be even worse.
          Harry remembered the night before, seeing Voldemort for the first time in the forest, and while Harry counted himself and Neville to be extremely lucky at fending him off, he knew that if he was in there, and had the stone, then Harry believed that they had no chance at fighting off Voldemort, even in his weaken state. Unfortunately, Harry suspected that it was Voldemort that was in the next room, which meant that Harry, Neville, and Hermione had to be extremely smart, fast, and lucky if they had any chance at beating him.
          “I don’t think it’s Professor Dumbledore, Harry.” Hermione said to him, frowning again at not hearing respect in Harry’s voice after mentioning the headmaster. “He brought the stone here, and had the other professors set up these protections to guard the stone, so he must know how to get past these traps already. I’m sorry to say this, but I think it’s Voldemort, but how did he get past the wards that protect the castle?”
          Harry frowned again, looking at Hermione as she made a fair point. He wanted to say Dumbledore or Snape, but neither made sense, even to Harry. Dumbledore would not help Voldemort to get into the castle, as they were clearly enemies with one another, so Dumbledore helping Voldemort did not make sense. Snape was the better option, as Lily did tell Harry that Snape was a supporter of Voldemort, but again, that didn’t make sense to Harry as Snape would have already told him how to get past these protections, or at the very least his own.
          “What do we do, Harry?” Neville asked him, looking at the bottles laid out on the table. “We have to go through, one way or the other, so which bottle do we drink out of?”
          Harry looked at the table, thinking back to the poem Hermione had read to them. After several minutes, Harry, Hermione, and Neville all pointed to the same bottle, the smallest one on the table, right in the middle.
          “There’s only enough for one of us.” Harry stated, picking up the bottle and frowning a bit more. Harry then looked at the round bottle at the end of the line at the right side. “You two drink that one and head on back to the trap door. Contact Professor McGonagall and tell her what’s going on. I’ll go on to the next room and face him. For some reason, I have to go on. I need to face the man that murdered my parents.”
          Neville nodded his understanding, and pulled Harry into a quick hug before grabbing the bottle he needed. As Neville drank, Hermione grabbed Harry and hugged him tightly and kissed him on the cheek. She then whispered something that completely shocked Harry, almost to the point that Harry thought he heard her wrong. “Come back to me, Harry, because you’re mine!”
          After that, Hermione took the bottle from Neville and took a drink from it. She and Neville silently then wished their friend good luck before going through the purple flame and disappearing into the previous room.
          Harry looked at his mother, who was already standing next to the door with the black flame around it. Lily nodded her readiness and Harry took one big swallow from the tiny bottle. After drinking it, Harry put down the bottle as he felt the effects of the potion kick in. His entire blood felt like ice as he took a deep breath and walked through the door surrounded by black flame. Lily followed her son through the door, and they both gasped at who they saw there.
          It was Professor Quirinus Quirrell.
          “Well, Harry Potter, and Lily Evans Potter, welcome to ‘the end of the road’, as your American Wizard friend would say.” Quirrell smiled a toothy grin, much more than either Harry or Lily seen from the man. What was more disturbing was the fact that he wasn’t stuttering, nor did he look like he was terrified of something. No, this was a much more confident man who stood before them, smiling very boldly at the both of them. “I expect you two are wondering why I have been waiting for the both of you, and the answer is very simple. I’m going to kill you, Harry Potter.”
          “I can’t believe it’s you, Quirinus.” Lily said, still shocked at seeing this middle-aged man. Right behind him was the Mirror of Erised, the very mirror that called to her son just before the Christmas holiday. The way Quirrell was standing in front of the mirror, and the way he was smiling, she suspected that he may already have the stone, so she tried the only thing that she could think of: stall. “Of course, I do remember that you had a thing for the Dark Arts.”
          “Very good, Lily. Yes, I did have a, how do you say, an obsession with the Dark Arts, and whoever who dared to practice them openly without fear of persecution.” Quirrell nodded at her, but kept his eyes locked on Harry. “Including the Dark Lords, Grindelwald and Voldemort. That was, of course, before that fateful night all those years ago. Now, I can truthfully say that I no longer have such obsession for the Dark Arts, not since you murdered our Dark Lord.”
          Harry glanced at his mother, who gave him a look that told him to keep Quirrell talking. Nodding his understanding, Harry looked back at Quirrell and said: “So, I take it that Snape helped you get past the traps then.”
          “Are you mad, boy?” Quirrell laughed loudly at him. “But to you, I suppose he does seem the type, doesn’t he? After all, he was one of the Dark Lord’s most trusted Death Eaters. Next to him, who would ever suspect p-poor st-stuttering Professor Quirrell.”
          “But Snape tried to kill me during the Quidditch match against Slytherin.” Harry stated, slowly taking a step back. Quirrell instantly recognized this, and with a snap of his fingers, created a wall of fire circling the entire room. Harry had to gasp at that point, seeing such mastery over that particular element.
          “No boy! I tried to kill you!” Quirrell dropped his smile and glared at the boy with intense hatred. “And if Snape’s robe hadn’t caught fire that day, I would have succeeded, even with him muttering his little counter-curse and you two fighting the effects of my jinx.”
          “Wait a minute! Snape was trying to save me?” Harry was shocked to hear this. “Then you must have let that troll into the castle on Halloween.”
          “Very good, Potter. You see, I knew that you were going to be trouble for me on that night. Even Dumbledore thought so, and that’s why we decided to lure you down here, so I can get the stone and kill you here in this very room.” Quirrell explained to the boy. “Surprised to hear that your dear headmaster wants you dead, Potter? Why do you think that foolish old man brought the stone here in the first place, huh?”
          “Actually, I’m not surprised at hearing that Dumbledore wants me dead.” Harry stepped forward, looking at the turban-wearing Dark Arts teacher. “After all, I bet he told you to jinx Neville’s broom too.”
          “Very good again, Potter. Yes, it was I who sabotaged your god-brother’s broom.” Quirrell smiled again, taking a step forward towards the boy and his ghost mother. “The goal for Dumbledore was to eliminate Longbottom so you would turn to the Weasley boy as a source of family you might need while you are here. Why, I can’t say, for Dumbledore hasn’t shared that information with me. However, that does not matter to me, as I wanted Longbottom dead anyway. Now, if you don’t mind, I have something that I need to do before I kill you.”
          With that, Quirrell turned and faced the mirror and dropped his smile and waited for something to happen. Lily closed her distance with Harry at that moment, hoping that her son had an idea about how he was going to escape. Harry, however, realized that escape wasn’t an option for them at this point. All he could hope for at this point was to cause enough of a distraction to get himself out of danger and warn McGonagall and the others about Quirrell. However, the pain in Harry’s scar intensified as Quirrell had his back turned and Harry recognized it as the same kind of pain he felt the night before in the Forbidden Forest, and he knew with a sickening feeling in his stomach that Professor Quirinus Quirrell was Voldemort.
“I see what I desire. I see myself holding the stone,” Quirrell said, frustration clearly on his face. “But how do I get it?”
“Use the boy!” A voice from somewhere told him. As Harry heard it, his scar flared in pain again.
“Come here Potter. Now!” Quirrell turned back to Harry and glared at the boy. “Do what I say, and I will grant you a quick, painless death.”
Harry shook his head deliberately, telling Quirrell ‘No’ right then and there. However, with Quirrell simply raising his hand, Harry was lifted off of the floor and floated straight towards the man and the mirror. Harry was dropped a moment later right in front of the Mirror of Erised and with Quirrell grabbing him and holding him in place, Harry saw his desire appear once again in the mirror.
Mirror Harry was once again fucking his mother as she laid on her back on the floor. He was surrounded by other witches that he knew, most notably Daphne Greengrass, Tracey Davis, and Alice Longbottom, who was at the moment sucking on one of Lily’s breasts while Minerva was sucking on the other. However, while Harry was enjoying seeing this happening, he did see an actual reflection of himself as Mirror Harry was fucking Mirror Lily, and as soon as he noticed that, Mirror Harry raised his left hand and showed him a red stone in his hand. Mirror Harry winked and smiled at Harry and placed the stone inside the reflection’s pocket. Harry looked down at his pants right pocket and felt the slight weight of the stone in there. Harry couldn’t understand it, but he had the Philosopher’s Stone.
“Well? Tell me what you see!” Quirrell snapped at him and shook him hard for an answer. Harry lurched himself out of Quirrell’s grasp and stepped away from the man. “Tell me Potter, or you’ll regret it!”
“Let me talk to the boy!” The voice said to Quirrell making Harry’s scar hurt and making Quirrell jumpy. Lily knew at that moment who was commanding Quirrell; Voldemort. Deep rage and hatred rose within her at the man she thought to be dead, the man she sacrificed her life to protect Harry from.
“M-master, y-you’re not s-strong e-enough.” Quirrell said to the voice, clearly afraid of who the voice was.
“I have strength enough for this!” The voice responded angrily, making Quirrell nod in response and began unwrapping his turban. As he did, he turned away from Harry and Lily, finally removing the orange cloth from his head, revealing a snake-like face of a man that Lily knew at once. She didn’t know how or why, but Voldemort was now living as a part of Quirrell.
“Harry Potter, and Lily Potter, how nice it is to see you both again.” Voldemort hissed at the two. Harry almost gagged at seeing this grotesque figure on the back of Quirrell’s head. Lily thought that seeing the Dark Lord like this was a fitting punishment. “You see what I’ve become, living like a parasite off of this wretched being. Unicorn blood sustains me for a short while, but it can’t give me a body of my own. However, there is something that can, and that something is in your pocket.”
Voldemort’s lips curled up into a smile as he forced Quirrell to walk backwards toward Harry. Harry placed his hand in his pants pocket, holding the stone tightly at that point. Lily moved closer to Harry, preparing herself to do whatever she could to distract Voldemort and allow Harry time to escape. However, Voldemort noticed this movement, and smiled even wider.
“Ah, of course, a mother’s desire to protect her child. How admirable. Tell me, Harry, how would like to have your mother back? If you join me, I’ll let you have her body back, and together, we can bring spirit and body back together as one. You can have your mother back Harry, and all you have to do is give me that stone!”
Harry couldn’t help but to consider his proposal, as he desperately wanted his mother truly back. However, Harry knew Voldemort was the one who murdered her in the first place, so giving in to the man was simply not an option. Even if he was telling Harry the truth about having Lily’s body, he wasn’t willing to make a deal with this madman.
“You’re a liar!” Harry angrily yelled at Voldemort and braced himself for the fight he knew was coming. Lily smiled at her son, proud of him for not giving in to the Dark Lord, and prepared herself to distract Quirrell any way she could.
“Stop Him!” Voldemort yelled, forcing Quirrell to turn around and face the eleven-year-old boy. A wicked smile emerged from Quirrell’s lips as he summoned several fireballs from out of nowhere and magically launched them at Harry. Harry had managed to barely dodge them as Quirrell nailed Harry with a well-aimed lightning strike to his chest. Lily saw this and floated straight at Quirrell as Harry nearly fell to the ground, but was able to keep moving as Quirrell summoned another volley of fireballs and aimed them at Harry. Lily floated through Quirrell/Voldemort with a loud scream of rage, distracting the merged being from attacking her son. However, what happened next surprised everybody as Lily was thrust out of Quirrell’s body with a scream of pain from both Lily and Quirrell. While Lily was able to recover quickly, Quirrell fell to his knees vanishing his fireballs for a moment.
This was an opening Harry needed as he stopped moving and placed his hands on the ground below. The entire ground began shaking in the room as Quirrell rose back to his feet and tried to keep his balance. Sensing the opportunity, Harry summoned stalagmites from behind where he was crouching and launched them straight at Quirrell. However, he jumped into the air and flew around them easily, laughing at the young wizard.
“Is this the best that the famous Harry Potter can do?” Quirrell laughed as he floated high above Harry as he continued dodging stalagmites that Harry magically threw. “Throwing rocks like a muggle. I thought you were stronger than that.”
“Fool! Get the stone!” Voldemort said, causing Quirrell to drop his smile and dive straight towards Harry. Lily rammed into Quirrell at that point and caused the same reaction that occurred a few moments ago. Quirrell fell just short of where Harry was crouching, and Harry took one deep breath a raised his hands summoning the roof to come crashing down on top of Quirrell. Quirrell used his magical strength and summoned a strong wind to protect himself from the falling ceiling. However, in doing this gave Harry an opening as he summoned a stalagmite from just under where Quirrell stood, and as it quickly erupted from the ground, it split Quirrell’s body in half, killing the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and ending the battle.
Harry collapsed to his knees afterward, as blood covered his body and sweat was glistening his face. Harry felt weary after fighting not only Quirrell, but the Dark Lord who murdered his mother, and his father as well. As Harry was trying to catch his breath, Lily went over to him and placed her hand on his shoulder, getting down on one knee and kissing him on his lips.
“We should get out of here, Harry.” Lily said comfortingly. “You’re exhausted and need to rest and heal properly. We should go see Minerva first, though, and tell her about Dumbledore and Quirrell working together.”
Harry nodded and as he started to breathe normally, he stood back up and turned to the exit. However, his scar flared up in pain right at that moment and the hairs on the back of his head rose up as Harry and Lily stopped moving. Turning back around, they both saw a black cloud emerge from the lying corpse of Quirrell and flew in circles above them. As it floated around the room, both Harry and Lily saw the face of Voldemort on it, and before they could react, the cloud enveloped the two of them, causing Lily to scream in pain and Harry to be thrown into a nearby wall with enough force to kill him, or wound him terribly. As Harry fell to the ground, he heard the menacing laugh of Voldemort as he succumbed to darkness. Lily was on her knees, looking angrily at the cloud as it floated into the hole in the ceiling and then into the darkness beyond and was gone. As Lily was about to curse at the cloud that was Voldemort, she heard the familiar sound of an Apparation from behind her. She looked behind her and gasped out loud at seeing the one man she didn’t want to see down here: Albus Dumbledore.

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An unknown time later-Hospital Wing

Harry was woken up from the sound of slurping and three very familiar witches moaning. Harry slowly opened his eyes and was pleasantly surprised at seeing the sight before him. Madam Pomfrey was sucking his fully erect dick with Minerva on one side and Madam Hooch on the other. As his eyesight cleared up, he saw that all three were showing their younger looking, non-glamour selves, and all three of them were completely naked, with lustful looks on all three of them. Harry also noticed that they were not in the hospital wing, per se. In fact, if he had to guess, he believed that they were in Madam Pomfrey’s office/bedroom, which Harry believed was behind where the actual Hospital Wing. The bed Harry was currently on was much like the one he fucked Minerva on, a massive king-size bed with purple bed-sheets and blankets which made Harry believe that Pomfrey was a Ravenclaw. Although, if he had to guess, he suspected Madam Hooch was a Ravenclaw too, but at this point he wasn’t in a position to care, as all three witches noticed that Harry was finally awake.
“Good evening, Harry.” Pomfrey smiled and said to him after she pulled her mouth off of his dick. “Everyone was worried sick about you after hearing about what you did. I must tell you, Professor Dumbledore was very upset that you, a first-year, was able to get past all of those defenses. However, after managing to defeat Voldemort yet again, who had leeched onto Professor Quirrell’s body somehow, the headmaster decided to show you and Gryffindor leniency for saving the Philosopher’s Stone from Voldemort’s grasp.”
“How long was I out?” Harry asked, slightly groaning from the air hitting his exposed dick. Harry noticed at that moment that while he saw the three witches surrounding his erection, he didn’t see the one witch he usually saw around him; his mother Lily. “And where’s Mum?”
“Relax Harry, I’m right here.” Lily appeared as she floated from the ceiling above where Harry laid. “I’ve been so worried Harry. You’ve been out cold for almost two weeks. Of course, there was one part of your body that refused to sleep.” Lily smirked and indicated his enlarged member, floating down next to the other witches.
Harry tried to sit up, but as soon as he did, he found out how sore he actually was. He saw that both of his arms, both of his legs, and a good portion of his chest and stomach was wrapped in bandages, and just trying to move made Harry wince in pain. Minerva moved to Harry’s side as eased him back down on the bed.
“You need to take it easy, Harry.” Minerva said, whispering ‘Master’ in Harry’s ear as she moved a pillow under Harry’s head. “Poppy told us that if it wasn’t for Albus, you wouldn’t have survived down there. Fortunately, he arrived down there shortly after what occurred with Voldemort and quickly brought you to the Hospital Wing for treatment.”
Harry frowned at hearing that, and Lily nodded at Harry’s confusion at knowing that Dumbledore saved his life, somewhat. “I don’t understand it either, Harry.” Lily told him quietly. “We know he conspired with Quirrell to get the stone here, so he could use it to be free from Voldemort, and he wanted both you and Neville dead, so why didn’t he do the job there and pin it on either Quirrell or Voldemort?”
“He has the stone, doesn’t he?” Harry asked to his mother, but it was Minerva who answered.
“Yes, Harry, Albus took the Philosopher’s Stone from you after he brought you to the Hospital Wing.” Minerva told him, kissing him on the lips softly. “However, a day later, the Minister of Magic himself arrived here along with several members of the Ministry and demanded an explanation as to what happened to you and why the stone was here at all. At that point, another wizard emerged from the crowd of Ministry officials and showed Albus a letter. The wizard, an American I believe, waited until Albus had finished reading, and after he did, the American demanded the return of the Philosopher’s Stone to him immediately.”
“Wait, if Dumbledore gave this American the stone, then Dumbledore must know who this American was.” Harry exclaimed, although knowing already who the American wizard was.
“The American wizard is still here, Harry,” Hooch told him, taking Pomfrey’s place at Harry’s cock and began to feverishly stroke it. “And we know that he’s Thaddeus Matthew Prendergast. We suspect that he works for the Flamel family, since the Philosopher’s Stone is the rightful property of Nicholas Flamel. As for why he’s still here, we don’t know yet, but it may have to do with the fact that the Longbottoms arrived the day before last. Ever since then, the Headmaster has been locked in his office with either Lady Augusta, or Alice, or Mr. Prendergast, or all three of them. No word has come from any of them outside of the Headmaster’s office, so we don’t know what’s been going on as of yet.”
Harry nodded his understanding, smiling at the fact that Thaddeus was here, along with his godmother and Lady Augusta. However, he had a sinking feeling that Dumbledore was still up to something. He decided not to worry about it at the moment, though, as he had three gorgeous witches surrounding him and waiting to be fucked.
“Well, Rolanda, are you going to keep stroking it, or are you going to be putting it into your mouth?” Harry smiled lustfully as he grabbed Minerva’s head and pulled her into a more dominate kiss. Rolanda returned the smile and swallowed Harry’s six-inch member with expert skill. Harry moaned into Minerva’s mouth as he felt Rolanda move her lips up and down along his shaft. Rolanda kept doing this as she slid slightly over, allowing Poppy to attack Harry’s balls. Harry pulled away from his kiss with Minerva and groaned as he felt the two attacking his most sensitive spots. The pain he was in was slowly fading away as he felt pleasure rise quickly from the double attack on his dick and balls. However, he had no intention of cumming right away, so looking at Minerva, he said: “Straddle my face, Minerva, so I can suck on your pussy.”
Minerva smiled and got on top of Harry, straddling his head with her wet pussy over his face. Harry slowly wrapped his bandaged arms around her legs and began licking her clit and pussy, causing her to moan with a purr. He still felt a little pain from moving his arms, but the sight before him was incredibly worth it. He slid his tongue inside of Minerva’s pussy, causing her to scream as she felt it. “Oh, Merlin! Yes Harry!” She yelled as she rocked her body back and forth against Harry’s face. Harry licked and sucked her pussy and clit faster, trying to make her cum before he did, as Hooch and Pomfrey were doing a fantastic job at taking turns on Harry’s cock and balls. Several minutes later, Harry had got Minerva to cum just moments before he shot his load straight down Hooch’s throat. Minerva collapsed on top of Harry afterward, purring softly as she watched Rolanda pull her head off of Harry’s still hard erection and noisily gulped down Harry’s sperm with a seductive smile.
“I haven’t had a decent cock in my pussy in so long, Harry.” Poppy told him as she got on top of his bottom half of his body. “So, I hope you ladies don’t mind, but it is my bed, after all.”
“In that case, Minerva, would you move off of Harry’s face, so I can try his pussy-licking skills.” Rolanda released his dick to Poppy as she crawled over to Minerva. Minerva moved off of Harry and Rolanda straddled Harry’s mouth at that point as Poppy inserted his erection into her wet pussy. Harry began licking Rolanda’s clit and cunt as Poppy slowly bounced up and down onto his cock, both witches moaning instantly as they rode Harry’s tongue and dick. Harry moaned himself as he devoured Rolanda’s pussy, sticking his tongue deep into her snatch, and causing her to moan louder. “Merlin, Harry! Yes, just like that!”
“Oh, Merlin Yes Harry!” Poppy screamed as she bounced up and down faster and harder. At that moment, Minerva’s and Lily moans began to chime in with Poppy’s and Rolanda’s. Harry couldn’t see what was happening, but he couldn’t help to imagine them masturbating while watching the scene before them. Within minutes of hearing that, Harry was at the point of climax, and was trying not to cum before the two witches on top of him. Harry kept attacking Rolanda’s pussy as he heard Poppy reach her orgasm, followed closely by Rolanda. Harry had no choice at that point as he felt Poppy clench hard against his dick, causing him to orgasm shooting his sperm into her pussy. As their orgasms ended, and Poppy and Rolanda climbed off of Harry, Harry smiled contently as he found that he wasn’t in any pain, and his cock was still up.
“You were right, Minerva.” Rolanda said as she slowly crawled over to her, hungrily looking over at Harry’s dick. “His dick doesn’t seem to stop being hard, and his stamina is impressive.”
“Well, as I said, it’s been a long time since I had a cock inside of me.” Poppy said as she began licking off her juices from Harry’s cock. “And since I’ve finally had a taste of Harry, I don’t want to think about the last time I had one. Of course, his bloodlust could be the cause of this.”
“Wait, I actually thought that you made that up.” Harry slowly rose, this time with only mild pain, and smiled at Poppy. “I mean, I know the last time you told me that was Halloween night, and I believed it to be true. However, ever since then, I’ve been fine, and I haven’t felt any urges to kill somebody just to have the feeling again.”
“Well, that’s because you’ve been sexually active ever since then.” Poppy explained, slowly stroking his dick. “I’m not talking about masturbating, of course, I’m talking about Minerva and Divia Patil, and what you’ve been doing with them. I suspect that I can include both Parvati and Padma as well, since the Patil family are yours to do with, but that’s not up to me to say that’s wrong. Now, since you’ve been having sex regularly, you haven’t felt the bloodlust inside of you taking control. However, there may come a point when you get older you’re your bloodlust will take over whether you want it or not.”
          “Well, in that case, I should tend to my needs to keep my bloodlust in check then.” Harry smiled as he slowly got to his knees, pain slightly increasing as he moved. Poppy groaned as she was forced to let his cock go, but smiled when Harry moved towards Rolanda’s behind. Poppy crawled behind Harry as he made his way over to Rolanda and Minerva, who were kissing each other fiercely, with Rolanda on top of Minerva. As for Lily, she was watching all of this intently while constantly masturbating. Harry grabbed Rolanda’s ass at that moment and plunged his entire length into her pussy. Rolanda instantly broke her embrace with Minerva as she arched her back and moaned loudly. Poppy took Rolanda’s place and began kissing and sucking on Minerva’s tits. Harry moved Rolanda off of Minerva so Poppy could have a better access to Minerva as he drilled Rolanda’s pussy as hard as he could. Rolanda tried moving in motion with Harry, but as she tried, Harry pressed down on top of her, forcing her to collapse on the bed. Rolanda was amazed at Harry’s strength as she felt his weight on top of her and she felt an entirely new sense of pleasure as he rammed her cunt like he was possessed. Rolanda felt Harry’s hand grip her crotch and his fingers began playing with her clit, causing her to growl out moans and pants at that moment. She was being dominated, and she liked it.
“Oh, Fucking Merlin! Harry, You’re An Animal!” Rolanda cried through the bed sheets as she climaxed against Harry’s cock. Minutes after, Harry plunged his entire length into her and growled loudly as he shot his load straight into her womb. Harry was pleasantly surprised by his own reaction to his animalistic nature. It was almost like there was some kind of beast inside of him and he was feeling it now.
Harry pulled himself off of Rolanda and eyed Minerva and Poppy, who at that moment were riding off of their own orgasms as they had their crotches together and panting heavily. Rolanda was completely out of it at that point, and his mother was enjoying watching the action, so when both Minerva and Poppy noticed Harry crawling towards them, they were shocked to see how full of energy he still was.
          “Merlin Harry, I can’t believe that you’re still up!” Minerva gasped breathlessly, pulling away from Poppy. She then got on all fours and presented her ass to her master. “Well, I guess it’s my turn, then.”
          “That’s right, Minerva, but I decided to go into another hole besides your pussy.” Harry told her, and without any more indication, aimed his six-inch member for her asshole. Minerva screamed hoarsely as she felt the tip of Harry’s prick enter her tight ass. Harry grunted as he pushed his dick further into her tight sphincter only managing to get two inches of his cock into her. Minerva tried to relax and open her ass to her master, but as another inch of his dick entered her, she yelped in pain. However, after nearly five minutes, Harry had finally loosened Minerva’s ass with his dick and was fucking her in earnest, grunting and growling like an animal while Minerva was moaning and screaming loudly, feeling intense pleasure from having her master’s cock inside of her ass. Within minutes of this, she had a very intense orgasm and collapsed on the bed limp from the pleasure she was feeling. Harry smiled lustfully as he placed his weight on top of her and drilled her asshole with intense satisfaction of dominating his Transfiguration Professor. After making Minerva cum two more times, Harry slammed his cock hard into her ass and shot his load deep inside of her. Harry left his cock inside of her for a moment after as he whispered into an exhausted Minerva’s ear. “I want your help teaching me to become an Animagus, Minerva.”
          “Yes, Master.” Minerva smiled tiredly before closing her eyes and went to sleep, completely sated with obeying her master. Harry pulled out of her at that point, getting back onto his knees and looking at Poppy, the only witch who was still awake besides his mother, and crawled over to her as she looked at him wide-eyed and opened her legs for him as well.
          “My, my, Harry, an adult wizard would have been satisfied by now.” Poppy told him, watching him climb on top of her and preparing to penetrate her pussy again. “Oh well, I guess I can be thankful that I have an abundance of anti-pregnancy potions available, because with a drive like yours, one of us will definitely get pregnant otherwise.”
          Harry plunged his dick into her pussy and possessively began fucking her again. Poppy became more surprised as after he fucked her, Lily had her ghostly mouth fucked until he came again and after that, he was still hard. During the rest of the night, Harry took turns dominating each witch as they woke up, only to make them pass out again in pleasure afterwards. When the morning sun had just cracked the horizon, Harry had finally collapsed and fell asleep. Only Lily was able to comment on Harry’s stamina at that point; saying: “Merlin, if he has this type of drive while he’s injured and eleven, what kind of stamina will he have when he’s healthy and older?”

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Two Days Later-Hospital Wing

          Harry was smiling when he saw Neville and Hermione enter the Hospital Wing and run over to him. Padma and Parvati were already next to him, already having told him what happened after the events with Quirrell/Voldemort; much he had already knew thanks to McGonagall, Pomfrey, and Hooch. Lily stood at the foot of Harry’s hospital bed and smiled as Neville and Hermione both took turns in hugging Harry, with Hermione lingering a little longer than Neville. After Hermione let go of Harry, Neville began speaking.
          “Sorry we couldn’t check on you sooner, Harry.” Neville told him as he sat on the bed next to Harry’s. “Professor McGonagall wanted us to wait until you woke up from the battle and had a chance to get your bearings on things. So, how much have you found out?”
          “Well, I know that Mr. Prendergast showed up and demanded that Dumbledore turn over the Philosopher’s Stone.” Harry stated, wincing a bit as he felt some minor pain still. “I also know that both your mum and grandmum are here too, talking to Dumbledore about something. Do you know why they are here, Neville?”
          “Sorry, Harry, but they haven’t said anything about why they’re here.” Neville shook his head and said. “I can tell you that Gran was not happy we disobeyed her and went after the stone.”
          “What did she say?” Harry asked, wondering what Augusta would do when Harry got better.
          “Nothing.” Neville answered, slightly shivering. “Mum did all the talking for her. Gran has never been that silent in front of me when she’s mad at something.”
          Harry wanted to put his hand on his god-brother’s shoulder, as he was genuinely afraid of what his grandmother would do once she decided to speak to him. Fortunately, Lily moved over to Neville and placed her hand on his shoulder, holding it in place so it didn’t disappear into him. Hermione decided to tell Harry what else had happened during the time Harry was unconscious.
          “Nothing else happened save for everyone had to take the finals early.” Hermione told Harry. “Professor Dumbledore made the announcement the morning after what happened with Quirrell. Of course, I passed with flying colors, and so did Neville. In fact, the entire first-year Gryffindor class were at the top of all the finals taken. Ronald included, and I decided to finally forgive him, so you can expect him to come visit you within moments from now.”
          Harry groaned after hearing that, and both Padma and Parvati giggled at Hermione and together said: “He already did.”
          “What?” Hermione looked at the twins wide-eyed as Harry placed his hand over his eyes. She looked at Neville with a glare and said: “I thought you said he was still asleep.”
          “He was, Hermione, I swear!” Neville said in defense with his hands up. “I heard him snoring when I got up this morning.”
          “He woke me up this morning.” Harry told them, still groaning a bit. “He must have got up when the sun rose and headed straight over here. He told me everything already and went on and on about what a hero I was until all three of his brothers found him and dragged him out of here.”
          “Oh.” Hermione said, mouthing an apology to Neville soon after. Then, she looked at the Patils and asked: “How did you two know about Ronald?”
          “Oh, we saw Percy, Fred, and George carry him out of here just before we arrived.” Padma told Hermione, still giggling at the image.
          “I’m sorry, Hermione, but it’s very funny seeing Ron trying to fight his brothers while they carried him.” Parvati added, giggling with her sister.
          At that moment, the doors to the Hospital Wing opened again and Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape walked in followed by Thaddeus, Alice and Lady Augusta. Harry looked intently at Dumbledore’s demeanor as they walked straight towards him and saw that he was not happy, which made Harry smile inwardly. Lily also noticed that Snape was somewhat disheveled as he walked behind Dumbledore and McGonagall, and knew that Severus would never have looked like that unless he was really, really upset.
          “Ah, I see that your friends are here to wish you well, Harry.” Dumbledore said with a chuckle, but kept his somber demeanor. “However, I should tell you that going after the Philosopher’s Stone after you were forbidden not to go to that third-floor corridor was very careless and irresponsible of all three of you, and I am very disappointed. Although, we did find out that Professor Quirrell was inhabited by Voldemort, and thanks to both you and your mother, He-Who-Must-Be-Named was once again defeated by The-Boy-Who-Lived.”
          “What about the stone?” Harry asked, clearly wondering what happened with it, but also one other thing. “How did I manage to get it when Quirrell couldn’t?”
          “Ah, well you see I enlisted the help of the Mirror of Erised because of a precaution it was not widely known about.” Dumbledore responded as Thaddeus walked around and faced the headmaster. “You see, I put the stone there because the only way to get it would be using someone who wanted to find it, but not use it as that person would be able to get it from the mirror. Now, that is one of my brighter ideas, and that is saying something.”
          “As for the stone,” Thaddeus turned to Harry and pulled the stone out from his jacket. “It’s here safe and sound. I’ve already had to hear from both Dumbledore and the Ministry as to why they needed the stone to be here and how they couldn’t see the unforeseen consequences of what happened with you, Harry. However, the board of governors for the school here reached a decision that Dumbledore should not have risked the safety of the students here and to make sure it does not happen again, Dumbledore is being forced to hire a new Professor here to better keep tabs on what he is doing.”
          Harry could not contain his smile as he had a good idea as to who that Professor was. Neville and Lily smiled as well when Hermione had to ask: “Who is this new Professor?”
          “I am.” Thaddeus answered. “I will be teaching here starting the next term as the new History of Magic teacher. Professor Binns is still here, but will be departing the school at the end of term. Now, as for the stone itself, I think there is something you all should know.”
          “What’s that?” Lily moved back over to Harry and asked him.
          “After talking intently with the Flamels,” Thaddeus said, holding the stone in front of everyone. “It has been decided by both Nicholas and Perenelle that the Philosopher’s Stone will be given by the person who did the most to protect it: Harry James Potter.”
          Thaddeus showily handed the stone to Harry at that point, making sure that Dumbledore and Snape saw this happen. Harry was bewildered, accepted the stone, asking: “Why?”
          “Ask me later, okay?” Thaddeus said, hinting over to Dumbledore.
          “Well, if that’s all, then it’s best that young Mister Potter gets his rest.” Dumbledore said, trying to motion everyone to leave. Alice and Augusta stood for a moment, though, with the latter saying to both Harry and Neville: “You two are grounded the minute you get off the train. Do you hear me?”
          “Augusta, we don’t get Harry until July, remember?” Alice said, a little fearful of addressing her mother-in-law.
          “Well, then he’s grounded the minute he enters Longbottom Manor!” Augusta shouted, turning to leave the Hospital Wing. “Chores! Chores All Summer For You Both!”
          Harry was wide-eyed at seeing how mad Augusta was, and for a moment, he was somewhat glad that he didn’t have to go to Longbottom Manor until the first of July. Neville was clearly shivering at the thought of what Augusta had in mind for chores as he, Hermione, and the Patils left the Hospital Wing behind the adults. However, thankfully Neville didn’t have to deal with the Dursleys.

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Mid-June Afternoon-King’s Cross Station

          Harry hugged Neville, Alice, Hermione, Padma and Parvati in turn as they all went their separate ways. Thankfully, Harry was going to be travelling with Thaddeus and Mrs. Figg, who somehow convinced Vernon and Petunia not to pick him up from the station to get him home. During that time, Harry had met Ron’s parents, Molly and Arthur Weasley, along with their youngest, Ginny, who as soon as Harry introduced himself ran up to him and hugged him tightly, something Harry thought that his allure had nothing to do with. After the Weasleys said their goodbyes, the Patils, Divia included, were next to leave, all hugging and kissing Harry in a way that shouldn’t have been in public. Finally, before Neville and his mother said their goodbyes, Hermione introduced her parents, Daniel and Emmaline Granger.
          “Pleasure to meet you, Harry.” Mr. Granger shook Harry’s hand.
          “Charmed as well, Harry.” Mrs. Granger did the same.
          Harry genuinely smiled at Hermione’s parents as he shook their hands. Harry thought they looked like model Muggles, with Hermione’s father looking tall, slender but perfectly fit for a man not showing even the slightest of age upon him. Hermione’s mother was, well let’s say if Hermione was the spitting image of her mother, then Harry could easily see Hermione becoming his wife in the future. Harry introduced the Grangers to Thaddeus after that, who shook their hands and Neville did the same with his mother.
          After Harry, Neville, and company said their goodbyes to Hermione, the Grangers walked through King’s Cross Station to their exit. Mr. Granger was very quiet, but smiled as his wife and daughter talked all the way to their cab that they were taking.
          “Oh, Hermione, I’m so glad that you have friends at Hogwarts dear.” She told her daughter. “Your father and I have been so worried about you not finding any.”
          “Mother, I am perfectly capable of making friends any time I please.” Hermione rebutted. “Those children in primary school were just too juvenile for my taste.”
          “Really?” Mrs. Granger asked her daughter. “They’re the same age as you. I really think that you should act more your age, Hermione.”
          “I’m afraid that discussion will have to wait.” Mr. Granger said, stopping her daughter from replying. “Now, Hermione, there is someone I want you to meet. He’s a very good friend of mine and wants very much to meet you and Emma.”
          Hermione looked quizzingly at her father as they got into the cab and instantly noticed that an elderly bald man was in the front passenger seat of the cab. The man turned and smiled, offering his hand to Hermione and said: “Hello, Miss Hermione Granger. My Name is Garrett Grin, and I’m very pleased to meet you and your mother for the first time.”
          Hermione looked at her father before shaking the elderly man’s hand as her father reassured her that the man was his friend. Mrs. Granger also shook Mr. Grin’s hand, neither her nor Hermione knowing that this man was the leader of the Human Supremacists, as well as the notorious Gellert Grindlewald.
          “I’m very interested in getting to know you, Miss Granger.” Mr. Grin said to the bushy haired girl. “I especially would love to hear about your new school and about all of your friends.”

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