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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: The promised third chapter!!! Is it really sad that I started writing this chapter at the same time that I started the last one? Oh well�. This chapter is gonna be the last chapter�Then, of course, there�s going to be an epilogue that deals with the end of the school year and the beginning of the summer. Enjoy this chapter none-the-less.

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Harry, Hermione, Daphne, and Draco stand outside the door to the third-floor corridor panting. They look around and can�t see the Gryffindors they know got there first.

A deafening, roar-like growl emanates from the corridor beyond the door and the four Slytherins shiver at the sound.

�Fluffy doesn�t sound happy.�

�Fluffy sounds hungry.�

�Fluffy very much sounds peeved.�

�Who the HELL is Fluffy?�

The three girls turn and look at Draco. They forgot that they hadn�t told him about �Fluffy� at least. They didn�t tell him that in order to keep the rest from him. So they didn�t tell him about anything that may have been important for him to know.

�Fluffy�s the Cerberus behind the door.�

�Fluffy?!�

�It doesn�t matter. But we have to go in there and save them.�

�They�re Gryffindors. This is their idea of a good time. Slytherins don�t risk their lives�� Harry, Hermione, and Daphne stare at him hard. ��Uh�Nevermind. Forget I said anything.�

They nod and turn to the door. Harry reaches for the door, but stops herself before opening it. �Did someone remember to bring the musical instrument?�

They all turn and look at each other. They had totally forgotten. In the book it had said that the Cerberus was calmed by music. Calmed to the point of sleep claimed the book. Judging by the scream they heard, the Gryffindors didn�t do their research.

�I figured I�d find you guys here.� They turn to see Neville Longbottom standing behind them. He holds a violin out to Draco. �I�m sure you know how to use this Draco. Better than me, anyway. If I do it, you guys�ll kill me just to get me to stop.�

�What makes you think that I know how to play the violin?�

Neville, sweet innocent little Neville, rolls his eyes at Draco. �Puh-lease! As a fine, upstanding pure-blood, you probably know how to play the piano, the harp, can sing, ride, and so many other things that I can�t name them all.� Neville smiles at them. �My grandmother always talks about how I�m a failure of a pureblood.� He sighs sadly. �But I�m going with you, anyway.�

�What?!�

�You can�t!�

�We won�t let you!�

�Sure.�

Four people turn shocked eyes to Harry, who sighs at them with rolled eyes. �We don�t have time to argue, and he could help us. So let�s go before someone dies and the fabric of time and space rips open like old nylons.�

With that, Harry motions to Draco to start playing and opens the door. Draco is stunned for a second, but starts playing after seeing glistening fangs and drool pouring out of three separate mouths. Within moments, the eyes droop, the mouth goes slack, and the Cerberus lays down, puts its heads on its fore-paws and falls asleep.

Harry is the one who stirs everyone into motion by walking over to a trapdoor in the floor. She opens it and motions the others through. Hermione and Daphne look at each other, down the hole, close their eyes, and jump. Neville follows soon after. Draco keeps playing and jumps down. Harry jumps down, closing the trapdoor with her, just barely missing being hit by a fang-filled mouth.

Harry lands next to Neville and smiles at him. �Thanks for the help.� Neville nods with a slight blush. �We wouldn�t have� What in the world?�

All of them look down at the vines as they curl around them. �What is it?�

Hermione physically wracks her brain for the name of the plant. Neville, however, beats her to it. �It�s Devil�s Snare. Just don�t struggle and it won�t hurt you. If you struggle, it will kill you.�

All of them calm down to the point of utter stillness. The Devil�s Snare pulls them under and then drops them onto a stone pathway. They all looks at each other. �Thanks again, Neville.�

Neville blushes again. The girls giggle and Draco smirks at him in a non-malicious way. After a few moments to calm down from the nervous fit of giggles, they continue forward.

They walk down a corridor that opens into a great antechamber. The group of five looks around to see, dragged into the shadows, a large troll; larger than the one Harry and Hermione saw at Halloween. It�s unconscious and might, actually, be dead.

�It�s a mountain troll. Judging by it�s size, I would say that it is�was�the leader of it�s group. It may, actually, be from the same group as the one from Halloween.� Harry steps forward to examine the chest of the troll. Thankfully, the troll is lying on it�s back and Harry can get to the chest easily. �Yup. Same markings as the one from Halloween. And, this one has more, so it is the leader.�

Harry sighs, puts her hand over the mark, and makes the symbol, as well as another complicated signal, over the troll�s chest. The symbol disappears and Harry looks back at her friends with tears, and great anger, shining in her eyes. �Those Gryffindors better not be behind this.�

Harry straightens herself out, refuses the comfort of her friends, and continues down the corridor. After a couple dozen steps, her friends follow her.

After a few minutes, they come to a door. There�s a fluttering noise emanating from the inside. It sounds like a flock of birds. There�s also the sound of a broom, then a yell of pain, a thump, and a pain-filled groan.

The five students look at each other, the door, and each other again. Draco growls in frustration. �Honestly. He�s just a Gryffindor with an over-inflated ego. I�ll go in first.�

He then grabs the handle and throws the door open with such force that it hits the wall with a loud smash. The two Gryffindors turn, or look up from the floor, towards the door. Two sets of eyes narrow in suspicion and distrust.

�What are you doing here?�

Draco shrugs. Harry glares at him, and then them with more intensity. �We came to save you. From yourselves.�

Ron snorts. �Right! More likely that you came to save your precious Snake�I meant Snape.�

Neville, who had been standing behind Hermione and Daphne so as not to be seen by his fellow Gryffindors, steps forward with a glare. He steps in front of Ron and Dean, picks up the irate red-head, and then punches him square in the nose. Immediately afterwards he blushes and puts his hands over his mouth.

�Oh dear! What did I just do?�

Harry, Hermione, Daphne, and Draco clap their hands on Neville�s back and smile at him. �You just dragged Ronald Weasley down a few pegs.�

�That was great! Wait till I tell the rest of Slytherin about this.�

�Don�t forget Pansy. We want this around the whole school.�

Ron Weasley turns bright red, but his embarrassment quickly changes to anger. The red-head gets into a crouch and launches himself at the blonde.

Maybe he was disoriented from the well-placed punch. Or, maybe, he was aiming for him. No one there knows for sure, but one thing is certain: Ron Weasley is stupid.

Ronald Billius Weasley, youngest son of Molly and Arthur Weasley, rather than launching himself at Neville Longbottom, who had actually hit him, launches himself at Draco Malfoy. Draco, being a Malfoy, and a Slytherin, simply steps aside, allowing Ronald to run head-first into the door they had just walked through.

Ron, for the second time in as many minutes, falls to the floor clutching his head. Draco looks undisturbed by his obvious pain. Dean looks at Ron in amusement, but quickly masks it as said boy looks to him for help.

The five students not injured, or helping the injured, walk to the far door and try it, only to find it locked. They look around and spy two school brooms. One of them is leaning against the wall next to the door. The other is lying on the floor rather worse for wear, where, they assume, Ron had fallen from it and it dropped.

Harry grabs the propped broom and tosses it to Draco, then proceeds to gather the other one from the floor. She turns to Dean and Ron.

�So�What do we need to do to get through the door?�

Dean points straight up, and they look. Hundreds of keys are flying through the air. Each of them is different; size, shape, color, and material. Harry and Draco straddle the brooms and launch into the air astride the rather ratty brooms.

Hermione and Daphne immediately examine the lock.

�It�s old.�

�It�s big.�

�It�s probably brass colored.�

�It�s going to be really ornate.�

Harry and Draco stare around the room, looking for the right one. Finally, Harry sees a key matching the description. It has a bent, probably broken, wing. It looks like it was grabbed roughly before; already been used.

Harry takes off after it. Instantly, all the keys begin to attack her. She fights them off furiously while her friends send spell after spell at them. The key that Harry is following twists and turns, flitting about like a snitch under a chaos hex. Draco stays near Harry the entirety that she�s being pursued. He manages to beat off a few, but can do little else to help his high-flying friend.

Harry finally catches the blasted key. She takes off, flying higher and higher. Draco gets it. He matches her length for length. She reaches the top of the room and throws the key at Draco, who drops into a steep dive. They keys turn to chase him, but he�s faster.

Just five feet from the ground, Draco pulls up and tosses the key at Dean. Dean looks at the key in his hand briefly, before sprinting to the door. He slams the key into the lock and the two other girls (and Neville) help him open the door.

�Ron! C�mon!�

Ron glares at his friend but jumps up and runs as fast as he can through the open door. Harry and Draco fly through the door on the brooms, and Daphne slams it closed with a spell. They all hear the sound of hundreds of keys hitting the door.

Draco and Harry laugh at each other. �Bloody marvelous!�

As they laugh, and Hermes and Daff and Neville join them, Dean looks at them confused, and Ron glares at Dean.

�Why did you throw the key to me?�

The laughter stops as the five of them look at him.

�Logic.�

�What?�

The four of them turn to Neville who simply nods; he�ll explain. �It was quite logical. He couldn�t throw the key to any of the three of us.� Dean, and Ron, looks at them confused. �You saw how fast the keys reacted to the changing of hands. If he had thrown it to one of us, they would have chased us away from the door. By throwing it to you, you could run across the room to the door. They were chasing you towards the door. If worse came to worse, and they were gaining on you, we could have cast a protection charm on you, or Harry could have taken the key from you, or any number of things.�

�But, why not Ron?�

Neville raises a brow at that. �Do you, in all honesty, think that Ron would have helped?�

Dean looks over at his friend who is glaring at him. He looks back at the Slytherins with a shake of his head. �No. No, I don�t.�

Draco nods to him. �Neither did I. That�s why I tossed to key to you. Ron would have let it go, just to spite us.�

Ron�s glare intensifies, but he doesn�t say anything to deny the accusation. His glare intensifies, and it is aimed at everyone else in the room; including Dean.

The group of seven finally looks around the room. It�s a giant chess board. But not just any chess: Wizarding Chess. Harry, Hermione, Daphne, Neville, and Dean all groan at the sight. Draco and Ron look quite the opposite; they look gleeful.

Harry looks at the chess-board and spies the black rook, which resembles a troll. Harry, having been distracted by the grand number of things happening, turns to the two Gryffindors.

�Dean, Ronald�� The two boys turn cautiously towards the girl who is smiling at them in a sickly sweet manner. �You wouldn�t happen to know what happened to the troll in the first room, would you?�

Ron looks at her and smirks. �I killed it. What�s the problem?�

Harry�s eyes darken to almost black. Her face pales. An aura of darkness seems to shroud her. Her glare intensifies. Everyone around her thinks that if looks actually could kill, then Ronald Billius Weasley would be inscribed on a headstone right now and the body buried beneath it would be so mangled and destroyed that they would never be able to make a proper identification of it. In that room, right then, no one wants to be Ron.

Harry starts towards the red-head and Dean holds up his hand. �Actually�The troll was dead when we got there. I checked the body because I thought it might have only been stunned. It wasn�t. I don�t know who killed the troll, but it wasn�t Ron.�

Harry calms down, but continues to glare at Ron. �Why would you claim that? To claim that you had killed a troll?�

Ron shrugs. He�s already composed himself and no longer looks afraid of the overpowering darkness that was emanating from Harry.

Harry�s glare intensifies. �Just for that, you don�t get to take part in the game.�

All the color drains from Ron�s face. �You wouldn�t.�

�I just did. Draco will do just as well. Probably better.�

Ron looks thoroughly scandalized. �Better?! I don�t think so. I�m the best chess player in all of��

�But Draco won�t sacrifice us to the other side because we�re from another house. Draco won�t try to purposefully cause us pain. Draco won�t�.�

�Okay, okay! I get it! You don�t want me involved because I�m Gryffindor. You just had to say that and I would have backed off!�

The other six look between each other and then back at Ron in shock. Dean�s the one who speaks. �So, by your logic, if I take part in this game, then I�m not a Gryffindor?�

Ron looks at Dean in utter shock. Whether it�s because he hadn�t thought of it that way, or because he thought that Dean wouldn�t take part it in with him, no one present (save for maybe Ron, but he doesn�t count) knows.

�It�s a simple scientific hypothesis, Ron. If I join them in the game, then I�m not a Gryffindor. Those are my options?� Ron finally snaps out of his stupor enough to nod his head. �Hmmm� Let me think about that. The Slytherins have been nothing but tolerant and accepting. HELL, they even let the Hufflepuffs sit at their table with them, and we all know how the Slytherins have, in previous years, felt about the Hufflepuffs. You, however, have been prejudicial about everything. I�m a muggleborn so I need help with everything that has to do with magic�Hmmm� Tolerance or prejudice? That�s a difficult choice, but I think that I�ll stick with the Slytherins. They seem to actually know what they�re doing.�

Ron sputters for a minute, and then he starts ranting. Hermione looks to Neville and Dean, who nod in response. �Incarcerous!� �Silencio!�

Within mere moments, Ron is silenced and trussed up like a Yule ham. He continues moving his mouth, going so far as to exaggerate the words so that they can be understood, and glares at them non-stop. The group, now six, moves to the giant chess-board.

�I�ll take the knight. Harry, you�re a rook. Hermione, you�re the bishop. Daphne, you�re the King. Neville, you�re the other Knight. And Dean, you can be the Queen.�

They all get into their respective positions, Neville and Draco having to clamber onto giant stone horses, and Dean blushing furiously as the Queen curtsies to him and walks primly off the board. They stand still, waiting for Draco to shout the first move.

�King pawn to King four.�

And the game is underway. Three moves into the game, the white side loses a knight, but they lose a pawn the next move.

The game moves rapidly, Draco keeping them out of harm�s way, but not letting it hurt the game he is playing. Within an hour, each side has less than ten pieces left. Admittedly, the black side has less than the white, the white side is comprised, mainly of pawns and they are being picked off one by one.

Finally, Draco looks at the board and it occurs to him. �We can win this one next move. Hermione, Daphne, you two are in the perfect positions, stay there. Harry, this next turn, you�re going to move forward three spaces. That will put their King into check.�

Harry looks at the place she�s supposed to go, but it�s blocked by the other bishop. One more space beyond that is the space Harry is to go. Draco intends to lure the Bishop away, Harry knows. But the only piece in position is Draco�s knight.

�King Knight to Queen Bishop seven.�

Draco is moved into position. Harry, Hermione, Daphne, Neville, and Dean look on in horror as the bishop glides across the board and destroys the horse beneath Draco with its staff. Draco falls to the ground and everyone makes motions to go to him.

�Stop! If you guys move, we lose the game!� Harry moves forward three spaces. �Check and mate.�

The white king lets its sword tumble to the ground and the five sprint to Draco. �What were you thinking?�

Draco, covered in dust and his own blood, shrugs and coughs violently. �Sometimes you just have to sacrifice a piece. It was me or it was Harry. I wasn�t going to sacrifice Harry, so it was me.�

Harry looks at Draco. � What? You should have sacrificed me, Draco.�

Draco smiles at her, but it turns into a grimace of pain. �Don�t worry about me. Keep going. I�ll be fine. I�ll just stay here and watch the Weasel, shall I?�

The group nods and gets up, walking away from him. All, but Harry. She sits, kneeling next to him, staring at him. Draco looks back at her and his eyes hold an emotion Harry has never seen before. She squeezes his hand reassuringly and sprints off to join the others.

Harry is composed by the time she reaches the others, who turned away in order to give the two of them a semblance of privacy. Thankfully she and Draco hadn�t said anything.

Harry walks to the front and continues on, through a doorway. The others fall-in behind her. Once all of them are in the room two fires spring up; one in front and one behind. They�re trapped in the room. In front of them is a table with seven potions on it. Tacked up behind them is a parchment with a riddle on it.

�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.�

Hermione practically squeals in delight. �I love riddles. Hmmm�. So let me see.�

The others simply watch as Hermione figures out the riddle. Its fairly entertaining to watch the girl fluster and buster about to figure the riddle out. Hermione picks up the seventh bottle. �This will take us back.� And Hermione picks up the third bottle. �And this is the potion to go forward.�

Neville looks at the two bottles. �There doesn�t seem to be a lot in there.�

Hermione shakes her head. �Enough for one person apiece.�

�So what are the rest of us going to do?�

Harry pulls a flask from her hip. �I figured Professor Snape would do something with potions. I thought he was going to make us actually brew the potion, but I brought this anyway because I always burn myself in potions.� Harry shrugs. �Anyway� Hermione and Daphne, I think you should go back with Draco and Ron to tell the Headmaster��

�The Headmaster isn�t here.� Harry turns to Dean and raises a brow. �That�s where Ron and I went first. The Headmaster received a letter saying that he should go to the Ministry. So, the Headmaster isn�t here.�

Harry nods. �Alright, then. You need to go back and tell McGonagall and Snape and any other teachers you think could help��And Hagrid. Tell him to bring Norbert.�

The two girls nod, looking at their friend with tears in their eyes. Before they can chicken out, or refuse to leave Harry, they both take a swig of potion and head out.

Harry looks to Dean. �I don�t know about you. If I let you come with, you promise not to freak out?�

Dean shrugs. �What could be too terribly scary through that passage?�

Harry smirks at him; a smirk filled with that look of �I know something you don�t know.� Her smirk fades with a shrug and she looks at him hard. �Okay then� But don�t tell me that I didn�t warn you.� Then she turns to Neville. �Feel up to it, Nev?� Neville shakes his head, his whole body shaking with it. He starts to go down, but Harry catches him. �Before you say anything, let me tell you something: you are not a failure of a wizard or a Gryffindor. Mark Twain once said that �Courage is not the absence of fear. It is acting in spite of it.��

Neville looks up at her, his eyes misted over. Harry can tell that he�s having a problem. She opens her mouth to tell him that he can go back if he so wishes, but Neville shakes his head. �No. You�re right. I need to do this.�

Harry nods at him, then Dean, and takes a swig of potion. The others follow suit, with Dean taking the actual potion, and they step through the flames to go forward.

Beyond is a huge antechamber. In the center of it, in a recessed pit, sits a grand, full-length mirror. Harry doesn�t recognize it, but Dean seems to.

�There it is!� Harry looks at Dean, confused. �That�s the mirror that Ron spent a lot of the year standing in front of. He finally showed it to me. It�s amazing. It shows you your heart�s desire.�

�Yes Mr. Thomas. And, do you know what I want at this precise moment?� The three of them turn to look around the room. From around the other side of the mirror strides the person that Harry expected, but the other two seem surprised about: Quirenius Quirrel.

Harry shrugs. �That would, naturally, imply that I care about what you want.�

�Professor Quirrel?!?!�

Harry doesn�t look at them. She avoids looking at all of them and, instead, looks at the mirror.

�Well, Miss Potter, be that as it may, I need you to get me the Stone.�

Harry shrugs again. �Once again, you�re making the implication that I can do something that I can�t.�

Quirrel looks at her with a smirk. �It�s just like Dumbledore to hide the stone in something like this. It�s all his fault if someone dies today.� With that he points his wand at Dean. �Harry Potter. You will get me the stone. Or I will kill your little Gryffindor friend.�

Harry shrugs. �We�re not really friends.�

Dean looks hurt, but Quirrel looks confused. �You�re not going to try to save him?�

�Is that what I�m supposed to do?� Harry looks around at the three other people in the room. Neville and Dean both nod at her furiously. Harry sighs with a shrug. �Well then, since I always do what�s expected of me�.� She starts down towards the mirror and stops in front of it. �And what am I supposed to do here?�

�Tell me� What do you see?�

Harry looks into the mirror. All things considered, she really doesn�t care about the stone. She doesn�t, really, know what it is or what it does. She looks into the mirror and watches her reflection put the stone into the pocket of her robe. Harry feels the weight settle into her pocket and her reflection smirks at her before dissolving into a scene Harry wishes were to truly come to pass.

�What do you see?�

Harry smiles a malicious smile. �I see myself, my friends, and my parents, helping me to torment the Dursleys to the point of submission and complete humiliation.�

Quirrel looks thoroughly confused. �What?�

�But that�s beside the point, Professor. I want to know why you were hunting and killing unicorns.�

Quirrel smiles a smile of pure evil. �I want to sssee her, Quirrel. I want to tell her myssself.�

Quirrel nods and turns around. He slowly removes the turban that always rests atop his head. As he removes it, the smell of garlic gets worse and worse until it permeates the whole room. What is finally revealed is something Harry never imagined in the fist place, and never wants to see again.

On the back of Professor Quirrel�s head, only recognized by the pictures of him in the history books, is Voldemort. Or Voldemort�s head, actually.

�You sssee, young Potter? Sssee what I have become? I am a ssshadow. I wasss once the mossst feared wizard of my age and now, now I am a ssshadow attached to the head of a sssnivelling little sssnot. I am not even a ssspirit. No. The killing curssse took more than that. Took ssso much more than that.�

Harry shrugs. �Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?� Voldemort looks shocked. �Sorry. I don�t do that. If I were anywhere near that compassionate, Ron wouldn�t be targeted by all the houses and most of the ghosts. Some of which, he doesn�t even know exists.� Harry smirks around the room. �So, sorry, if you were expecting forgiveness for killing my parents and sticking me in the worse possible family environment ever imagined, I can�t give it. I�m not in a very forgiving mood.�

Voldemort laughs. �You think I need the forgivenessssss of a child for sssomething I did many, many, yearsss ago?� The laugh gets higher. �No�I want you to underssstand. Thisss iss what I mussst do to sssurvive. Killing unicornsss to ussse their blood to ssstay alive. It isss what I have been reduced to. Me! The darkessst dark lord in a century! Reduced to thisss!�

Harry shrugs. �Am I supposed to be moved by your little situation? Am I supposed to care? How the HELL are you still alive, anyway?�

Voldemort laughs. �Well� Sssince you are going to die ssshortly, I�ll tell you a sssecret. I made ssseven horcruxesss. I�ll live forever at thisss rate.�

Harry smirks. �No. I don�t think so.� Harry steps forward. �I have no idea what the bloody hell you�re talking about, but I�m not gonna let you start up that war again.�

�And how doesss the little girl expect to ssstop me?�

Harry smiles, pulls a vial out of her pocket. �With this.� With that, she throws the vial at Voldemort housed in Quirrel�s body. Quirrel screams in pain as the acid begins burning through his flesh. Within moments, there�s nothing left but a steaming stack of bones.

Dean and Neville turn away, gagging at the smell and sight of the charred remains of the body that was once their Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. As Harry watches, a wisp of white smoke flies out of the body and disappears.

Harry looks at it, kicks it a little, and shrugs. �I think we should head back up. Everyone�s probably waiting for us. Or they�re trying to get through everything to get to us. Either way, we should probably head out.�

The two boys nod their heads, nauseated by the whole thing. Harry starts walking out, the two boys following her as they try to keep from losing all their meals from that day and the previous.

They make their ways through the doorway, into the room with the potions, back into the room with the giant chess-board, across the chess-board, through the room with the flying keys, down the long corridor to the room with the dead troll. That�s where they find everyone else.

Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall, Hermione, Daphne, Draco, Ron, and Hagrid with Norbert, are standing in the room, waiting for them.

�Ah, Miss Potter. Lovely to see you.�

Harry looks at him with boredom written on her features. �If you want it, the body of Professor Quirrel is in the room with the mirror.�

�Did he get the stone?� Harry shakes her head, but doesn�t mention the stone in her pocket. �Good, good.� With that, the Headmaster walks past them and through the door to the key-room. Harry watches him go with her group of friends.

�Hey�About what Quirrel said��

�Yeah?�

�Were you really gonna let him kill me?�

Harry shrugs and Dean pales. Then she smirks at him. �Of course not. He wasn�t going to kill you, anyway. He was trying to appeal to my inner hero. By refusing to touch the bait, I confused him. He wouldn�t have killed you because he could claim ignorance on everything else. Once he cast that spell against a student, there was no way he was getting back through Hogwarts alive.�

�But he was willing to kill you.�

Harry shrugs. �From what I�ve gathered, a lot of people want to kill me.� She sighs and looks around.

�So�How are we going to get out?�

Norbert purrs and launches himself at Harry. He rubs against Harry and begins sniffing at her. Harry turns scarlet at the young dragon�s perusal. After a few minutes, the dragon seems to determine that she�s unharmed and purrs loudly.

�Are you going to take us up, Norbert?� Norbert purrs again. �Thank you, Norbert.� Norbert spreads his wings and flaps them a few times experimentally. �Norbert� You have flown before, right?� Norbert purrs again and seems to shrug. �What do you mean it never occurred to you?� Norbert growls softly. �You know that I trust you, Norbert, but Draco has at least three broken bones. He�s delicate right now.�

�Do not worry, Miss Potter. Minerva and I shall take Mr. Malfoy with us. You can go with Norbert and whoever he can carry.�

Harry turns to Norbert who shrugs with a purr and a snarl. Harry turns back to them. �He says that he can carry the rest of us. Except for Hagrid.� The teachers nod and turn away, getting ready to head up back to the school proper. �Oh, and he refuses to carry Ron.�

�What?�

Harry shrugs at McGonagall. �He doesn�t like him. He says he smells like fear and bigotry.�

McGonagall looks between Harry, Ron, and Norbert. She�s about to accuse Harry of lying, but Ron makes a small movement and Norbert snaps at him. Ron immediately falls back, away from the snarling dragon. He whimpers as Norbert starts towards him. But Harry touches Norbert�s wing softly and the dragon pulls back with a snort at the whimpering boy.

�I think that we should head back now. I�m tired and we have stuff to do.�

�And discuss.�

Harry looks at Severus and Dean, who both spoke at the same time. Harry smirks at the two of them, who scowl and frown back at her respectively. Harry can�t help but chuckle at the two of them who are flustered.

Harry carefully climbs onto the back of Norbert. Hermione and Daphne climb onto the dragon behind their friend. Dean sits behind Daphne and Neville moves to sit behind them. They find out, however, that there isn�t enough space for all of them. Harry scoots forward, moving past the spine and onto the neck. She�s light enough that it doesn�t bother Norbert, but Hermione, Daphne, and Draco stow that bit of knowledge away for later. Neville scoots onto the back of Norbert, who flaps his wings experimentally. Determining that he�s okay, Norbert takes off, up the shaft they jumped through at the beginning.

Norbert takes them through the school, out the front door to land on the front lawn of the school. He lands with a growl at a group of gnomes destroying one of the outdoor herbology gardens. The five students get off the dragon, scratch him on his eye-ridges, and head back up to the school.

Just as the Slytherins and Gryffindors are about to part ways, Harry grabs Dean�s sleeve. �By the way� We heard a scream on our way up. Who�?�

Dean smirks. �Oh� That was Ron. Apparently, he saw a piece of lint or fur or something on his way down that he thought was a spider. It took me awhile to calm him down enough to get the Devil�s Snare off of him so we could continue on. He seemed to think that there was a nest of them in his hair. It was rather humorous to watch him squealing and rubbing his head and screaming.�

�I�ll bet.� With that, the group parts ways to prepare for the trip home. And, for Harry, to hide the Sorcerer�s Stone in her bag. She doesn�t know why, but it seems important.

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AN: Just the epilogue left. I may be a little late next week because this weekend is Comic-Con. In fact, I finished this early because my friends and I are staying together for the event and I�m not sure how much writing I can get done when I�m with them.

I have the seventh book. I�m reading it as we speak and have already started editing my plans for the future years because of info that has come out in it.
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Harry Potter; Year One: The Sorcerer's Stone