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Harry Potter; Year One: The Sorcerer's Stone	By : Chrysania Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9105 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN: Yay! A whole new chapter! I figured that, because Wednesday was my Birthday, I�d give you guys an extra-long chapter in celebration. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Should be interesting, considering that the next chapter is when they go after the stone� Maybe we�ll find out what was in that letter�hmmm� Maybe.

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After the strange conversation with Professor Snape, Harry heads back to the Slytherin dorms. It being only the third day of the two-week vacation Harry is by herself. Everyone else in Slytherin went home for the holidays. She�s the only one in the whole of Slytherin house still at Hogwarts.

�I�ll be back by New Years, don�t worry.� Hermione smiles sadly at her friend, stuck in Hogwarts for the Winter Holidays.

�Me too, Ri. Me too.� Daphne hugs her friend to her, sad that they have to go home, and upset that Harry can�t come with.

�No need to worry, Harry. Dad said that I�ll be back the day after Christmas.�

Harry laughs at her new-found, and only, male friend, Draco. Draco can�t help but smile at Harry�s laugh. All smiles and laughs from the girl are few, far between, and generally forced.

�I�ll see if I can get back before the New Year as well.� The large, bulky, form of Millicent Bulstrode seems to be less menacing to Harry. The girl is still quite scary when she wants to be. Harry figures that she�s gotten use to everything that�s been happening.

Harry smiles ruefully at the memory. She is somewhat sad that she has to stay at Hogwarts. However, at the same time, she�s happy that she has the whole of Slytherin to herself. No one will see the scars, the still-healing wounds, or the fact that she�s still far too thin. She misses her friends dreadfully, but she�s all-too content to not have to worry about what�s going on.

Harry spent the first two days traversing the first year dorms with no issue. She dared not traverse the boys� dorms, but the girls� dorms were easily entertaining enough.

Harry was quite surprised by the amount of make-up, clothing, and romance novellas present within the dorms. The clothes were all frivolous and un-wearable at the school. The novellas were all magical in nature about magical creatures, mates, soul mates, true love, love at first sight, and other such ludicrous things that make Harry giggle at it all. Harry even found some of them in Hermione and Daphne�s rooms.

Harry sits in the common room, thinking about how to get into the older dorms. She finally stands up with a sigh and makes her way to the door to the second year dorms to examine it. The snake adorning the blank expanse of wall signaling the entrance to the second year dorms is a hooded cobra.

Harry examines the serpent. She knows that there�s a password, but she doesn�t know what it is. She sighs, exasperated.

}Stupid humans. Always pestering me�{

Harry is slightly shocked. She hadn�t expected that she�d be able to understand the carved serpent. She could understand living serpents, but it hadn�t occurred to her that she�d be able to understand the carvings. It makes her wonder about the possibility of other carvings.

)Stupid human� What does it want?{

}It?{

}It speaks? How can it speak?{

Harry almost growls at the serpent. }It?! I happen to be female. I would appreciate it if you didn�t call me an �it.�{

}How do you speak to me, human female?{

Harry shrugs. The grammar isn�t perfect, but she knows what it means. }I�ve always been able to speak to serpents. I used to question it, but I don�t anymore.{

}Speakers are rare, even here. What do you want, Speaker?{

Harry has been called a �Speaker� before so she doesn�t question it. She did originally, but the snake explained that they call anyone who can speak to them a �speaker.�

}Do you know how I could get into the dorms you guard?{

The snake pauses and thinks about the question. }The password is L337{

Harry, once again, smiles at the password used.

�L337.�

The wall opens, leading to another hallway similar to the first years. Harry walks down the hallway to the fork. She pauses for a brief moment, examining the two hallways. She knows that, for her year, the girls� dorms are down the right hallway, but they might change it in the different years.

There are no distinguishing features and, so, she decides to head down the right fork. She walks down the fork cautiously, waiting for the pain and discomfort of a gender swap. Upon reaching the first door, Harry determines that it must be the same for all of the years.

The second year dorms are the same as the first year dorms. There are two rooms connected by a common room and a bathroom. Each of the rooms has a second room attached.

Each of the eight girls has a different use for the room. There�s a potions lab, an extra-large walk-in closet, a dressing room, an extra-large herb/flower garden, a personal library and den, a chemistry/alchemy lab, a Zen/relaxing garden, and one is empty.

Harry doesn�t find anything of interest in the rooms and leaves the second year girls� dorms with a nearly imperceptible sigh.

}Speaker�. Do you wish to visit the other dorms as well?{

Harry nods. }Yes, I think I would. I didn�t find anything of interest in those rooms, though.{

}Perhaps, if the Speaker would tell Cobra, Cobra could tell the Speaker where to look.{

Harry shrugs. }I don�t know what I�m looking for� I�m just bored and satisfying my curiosity. It�s the winter holidays and I�m the only one here. Therefore, I can look through the other dorms without being yelled at by the occupants.{

}The Speaker thinks the serpents would yell at her?{ Harry nods at Cobra. }And Speaker still wishes to��satisfy curiosity�?{ Harry nods. }Speaker is very brave�.{ Harry starts walking to the next door, }Or very stupid.{, Harry pauses for a second before continuing on to the third year dorms.

All of the dorms are the same. Harry can tell the higher years simply because their extra rooms become more and more elaborate. One girl has a private bathroom. Another has a private, indoor, heated, pool with fountains. Another girl has a full herb garden, vegetable garden, and kitchen.

Harry walks back out, into the common room, and sits down on one of the sofas with a sigh. �Well that was a complete and utter waste of a morning. Although I suppose that if I hadn�t checked them out, I would always wonder what was there.�

�You know�.�

��Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity...�

Harry looks up at the four house founders. She smirks at them. �You haven�t managed to surprise yet, Musketeers.�

Salazar raises a single brow. �Musketeers?�

�You know the royal guard of the King of France. There was a set of four that were famous: Athos, Porthos, Aramis, and D�Artagnan.�

Rowena smiles, �I�ve read those novels. They were really good. One question: Which of us is D�Artagnan?�

The others look between the two of them, trying to understand what�s going on. The two girls put their heads together, literally for a second, mumbling and murmuring and giggling.

Finally, after almost five minutes of talking, secretly looking up, and giggling, the two girls look up at the group with a smirk.

�We�ve determined who everyone is.�

�Row is Athos. Rick is Porthos. Hel is Aramis. And Sal is D�Artagnan.�

The others just stare at the two of them blankly. Hel is the one who asks the question that the others want to ask. �Who are these people, and what does it mean to us?�

�Well��

�You see��

�Athos��

�Was the planner��

��With a tortured soul.�

�Porthos��

�Was the drunkard womanizer��

��Who was good with all kinds of weapons.�

�Aramis��

�Was the priest��

��Who was devout in everything he did.�

�And D�Artagnan��

�Was the young one��

�Who joined them later��

�And impressed them all��

��With his abilities.�

The others look at them� �So, are these code-names or something?�

Harry�s eyes shine with confusion. �What?�

�You know� If you want to talk about us, to us, or call us, but you don�t want people to know who you�re referring to, you use those names instead.�

The confusion in Harry�s eyes lessens as she catches on. She ends up smiling at them. �That would be great!�

The others agree. They especially like the idea about Harry collecting an assorted group of friends, spanning all houses, and giving them all code names.

After hours and hours of talking about it - discussing code names, people, purpose, and ideas � Harry is sent to dinner, and then bed.

The next day, Harry wakes up to a stack of presents at the foot of her bed. Harry stares at the presents blankly, not quite grasping the sheer quantity.

Since becoming friends with Hermione and Daphne, Harry has become used to getting presents on Christmas, and even her Birthday. However, the number of gifts in front of her is far greater than any she imagined.

Harry looks through them, determining who got her gifts, who she got gifts for, and who she still needs to get gifts for.

�Hermione, Daphne, Draco, Tracey, Millicent, Adrian, The Twins, Percy, Peeves, The Musketeers, Nick, The Baron, The Grangers, Daphne�s parents, Susan Bones (one of the girls from Hufflepuff), Wayne Hopkins aka Wayne�s World (another Hufflepuff), Su Li the Chinese Dancing Queen (a Ravenclaw), Tony Goldstein (Ravenclaw), Severus, Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon (^^An old sock, no doubt.^^), Minerva, Phil, Mona, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Dumbledore, and an unmarked package.�

�Oh good� I got everyone something.�

And so begins the excursion of opening the presents. This endeavor, of course, ends with a pile of wrapping paper, ribbons, and bows, on her bed. Also, there are quite a few items Harry neither understands, nor has a use for. However, at the same time, several of the items are quite interesting. For instance, the unmarked package, which Harry was wary of, held a cloak made of a fine material that seemed to be made of liquid silver woven into a fabric.

Harry quickly puts the majority of her presents away. The Christmas feast is entertaining to say the least and, after that Harry spent most of her time in her dorm, or the Common room, reading, planning, thinking, or talking to the Musketeers.

Soon comes the day when everyone returns. Draco, unfortunately, was unable to return to the school the day after Christmas, as he had thought. It was okay with Harry, she had been performing a ceremony that Rowena had recommended to her in order to worship the Elder Gods.

When Harry�s friends return to the school, she talks to them about what she and the Musketeers had discussed. They all decided on code-names, but couldn�t think of a name for their �organization.� There were many ideas, but nothing that everyone could agree on.

During the last few days of the holidays, before the rest of the student body returned to Hogwarts, Harry and her friends decide that they really, and truly, want to know what is in the third floor corridor. It�s surprisingly easy to get up there, and inside.

Coming face-to-shin to a Cerberus is an entirely different thing entirely and the four of them lose rational thought for mere moments in their panic. After that festive little adventure, they decide that it really is none of their business. They return to their common room and continue on with their holidays.

The winter holidays end, and Hogwarts starts up again. Classes continue, tests are taken, house points taken and received, and Harry can�t get the thought of the three-headed dog, known as a Cerberus, out of her head.

�Cerberus was guarding something.�

�Cerberus?�

�Honestly, don�t any of you keep up on your mythology? Cerberus was the giant, three-headed dog guardian of the underworld for Hades.�

�Ummm�.Okay�. How do you know it was guarding something?�

�Why else would someone put it in the school?�

�Touch�.�

The four of them talk about it for a few more minutes before they have to head off to class. Classes continue as normal, though they continue to talk about the Cerberus.

�I swear that Snape is up to something. He tried to get into the third floor corridor to steal the Sorcerer�s Stone, I just know it.�

Harry, Hermione, and Daphne look at the Gryffindors dumb enough to discuss this in Potions with the Professor that they were just discussing a mere three desks away. Thankfully Draco had gone to retrieve the potions ingredients for the potion he and Harry are to be making, and, being a gentleman, offered to get Hermione and Daphne�s as well. They accepted, naturally, and Draco was not there to hear the comments.

�It�s a good thing, Fluffy�s there to guard it. If he weren�t, who knows what the greasy bat would�ve done.�

�Yeah. Hagrid says that he wouldn�t try it because he helped guard it��

�But that�s just one more thing he knows how to get past and less of a reason for the Aurors to question him on it.�

�We can�t let him get the stone.�

�You�re right, Ron. We need to get it first.�

Harry, Hermione, and Daphne roll their eyes to each other in exasperation. They don�t speak, they�ll talk later, but they already know what each other is thinking: �Stupid!�

�Mr. Weasley. Mr. Thomas. I see that the subtle art of Potions, as well as silence, is lost on your warped little minds. However, if you could refrain from talking about �the greasy bat� for more than a few minutes, you might find yourselves learning something. Honestly, Mr. Longbottom is doing better in my class than the two of you. He hasn�t blown up a cauldron in more than a week, whereas the two of you manage to blow up a cauldron a day�And I only see you three of the seven days.�

With that, Severus walks away from the two Gryffindors who are blushing in embarrassment. Of course, so is Neville, but he�s blushing because he was complimented�.Kind of.

Class ends with Gryffindor losing points, Slytherin gaining points, and certain Gryffindors getting detention for the next few nights.

Hermione, Harry, and Daphne neglect to inform Draco of the Gryffindor�s unseemly, and slightly deranged accusation towards his Godfather. So, rather than dealing with a homicidal Draco, they just don�t tell him.

A few nights later, the four of them are wandering the dungeons, only to find themselves eaves dropping on a conversation totally accidentally.

�Don�t even think about it Quirenius.�

�What are you going to do if I do, Severus? Are you going to h-hurt me?�

�If you force me to, I will.�

There�s the sound of cruel laughter and then rapidly receding feet followed closely by another set of rapidly receding feet. The four Slytherins look at each other, and then look around the corner. They know that one of the voices belongs to Professor Snape. The other one, however, sounded familiar but they can�t place it. Upon looking around the corner, they spy two Gryffindors talking to each other rapidly.

�Snape�s going to get the Stone now, before Dumbledore gets back and Quirrel tells the Headmaster what�s going on. We need to get that stone before he does.�

With that the two dumbest Gryffindors in the history of the house sprints off towards the third floor corridor. Four Slytherins, three female and one male, look at each other before taking off after them.

They take a detour to the Slytherin common room to grab a couple of things before continuing on to save two stupid Gryffindors, their Head of House, and stop the Defense teacher. Later, the others might question their actions, but the same adrenaline that was pumping through Harry�s veins on Halloween night is pumping through her veins now, and Harry has learned not to question her instincts.

They run up several flights of stairs, taking detours when the stairs move unexpectedly, and end at the door that leads to the third floor corridor.

�What do we have?�

Harry looks down. �I have a vial of acid, a burning potion, and a fire protection potion.�

Hermione looks at Draco. �I brought a lighter, my knife, and gun powder.�

�Hermione!�

�What?! Professor Snape had some in his stores. When he ran out, he asked me and a few others to help him make it. I just made a little extra for myself later.�

Harry and Daphne sigh at their friend. �Ehem!� They all turn to Draco. �And you, Daphne?�

Daphne shrugs. ��A healing potion, a bezoar, and Garrotting Gas.�

Draco nods. �And I brought Bulbadox Powder, a Confusing Concoction, and a Poisonous Candle�� The others start to make angry noises at Draco, but he stops them. �I also brought the antidote for us to drink prior to using it. I recommend we drink it now.�

The four of them do so only to hear an earth-shattering, ear-piercing scream.

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AN: Alright� Here it is. Only two more chapters in this year and then I go on to the next year. Sadly, you didn�t find out what the letter said in this chapter, but you just might in the next one, and definitely in the one after that if not. But, I need some help guys.

I know that they�re going to have a rebellion. I know that it�s going to be something like a cross between the DA, the Marauders, an underground spy network, and a network of assassins. No� They won�t kill anyone�At least, not for awhile. But they still need a name.

I have a few ideas, but I would really like your guys� input. Feel free to come up with your own ideas as well. So, here they are:

Organization 13 (I know, really bad joke, but there could be Harry and her 3 friends, and then 3 people from each of the remaining houses)

The Antithesis (They�re against the Ministry�s control and the School�s unwillingness to teach them and Voldemort (when he returns))

The Revolution (Eh�Not very original)

Pugna pro Vox (�Fight for Rights� in Latin)

R�volutions jamais vont r�trograde. (�Revolutions never go backwards� � Wendell Phillips (translated to French))

Or whatever� It can be anything� Also, if you want to think up sayings like the last two or symbols, I will not disenfranchise you. In fact, I encourage you.
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