Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Book 1

Chapter Nine: The-Boy-Who-Lived

A/N: Alright, this is the final chapter. Not that different from the book but I needed to write it in or everybody would be confused as hell. Anyway, here you go! I’ll start hardcore working on the second now!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter fandom nor do I make any money from this.

OOOOOO

“Ruthian was right all along. It wasn’t Snape.” Harry said nervously with wide eyes as he stared at Professor Quirrell.

“Severus? Yes he does seem the type, doesn’t he?” Said the Hogwarts professor calmly, not even stuttering. “Always snooping around, dark and dreary like. Very mysterious. Next to him, who would suspect, p-poor s-stuttering Professor Q-Q-Quirrell?” The man scoffed, taking a step towards Harry; the boy tried to step back, but fire sprung up behind him, hindering his options. “Now, you will help me find the stone. The Mirror is the key, I know that much. But how? I see me holding the stone, but how do I get it?” He growled, turning back to the mirror.

Harry stepped forward and gazed into the mirror before him; it was the same mirror that showed him his parents before, only this time the image was different. His face was not that of a scared little boy. It was confident, secure. The boy in the mirror reached into his pocket and pulled out a blood red stone and winked at Harry before putting it back again. And at that moment, he could feel the stone in his real pocket. Somehow, he had gotten the stone.

“Use the boy…use the boy…” Came a voice from nowhere.

Quirrell turned sharply towards Harry and growled out, “What do you see boy?”

“I…I see me shaking hands with Dumbledore.” Harry lied, staring into the mirror and never looking at Quirrell. “I’ve won the house cup for Gryffindor.”

Quirrell pushed him to the side and Harry felt the stone grind into his leg. He wondered if he should run for it. Was the potion for the flames still in his system?

Before he could decided, a whispering voice called out, “He lies…he lies…”

“Get back here Potter. Tell me, what do you see?” Quirrell reached for him, but a voice stopped him.

“Let me speak with the boy, face-to-face.”

At this, the professor quivered. “But you are not strong enough, master. Are you sure?”

“I am strong enough…for this…”

Harry watching in horror as Professor Quirrell started unwrapping his turban from his head. He would have screamed if he could, but he was frozen to his spot. The wrap to the floor and Quirrell slowly turned around. Fear gripped Harry at what he saw. Where there should have been a back to the professor’s head, there was a face; the most terrible face the boy-who-lived had ever seen. Chalk white with glaring red eyes and slits for nostrils, just like a snake.

“Harry Potter,” The face spit out with resentment and admiration combined. “She what I have become? A mere shadow of my former self. I am forced to seek refuge in other’s bodies’, sipping on unicorn blood to stay alive. Once I have the elixir of life, I will be able to have my own body again.” The face smiled widely; a wicked smile it was. “Now, why don’t you give to me that stone that lies in your pocket?”

Suddenly, Harry could feel his legs once again and stumbled backwards in his fear.

“Don’t be a fool!” The twisted face snarled, “Save yourself and join me or you will meet the same fate as your beloved parents. They begged for me to not kill them, like the dogs that they were.”

Fury rose up in the boy, and he suddenly felt very brave, “Liar!” He yelled with balled fists.

“How very…touching,” The face said as Quirrell walked backwards towards him, “I always have had a soft spot for bravery; and your parents were very brave, if not foolish. Your father died first by my wand, though he put up a courageous fight. Your mother was protecting you when I ended her life. Don’t make her have died in vain. Give me the stone and I’ll spare your life.”

“Never!” The words sprang from his mouth without him realizing he was even speaking. The boy-who-lived spirited towards the flaming doorway, but Voldemort yelled “Seize him!” and Harry felt Quirrell’s hands ghost close to him before grabbing his wrist. At once, a searing pain shot across Harry’s scar; his head felt like it would split into a million pieces; he yelled and struggled, gasping for breath and relief from the pain and, to his surprise, Quirrell let him go.

The professor shouted out and harry saw him hold in hand in pain; the entire thing blistering from burns.

“Seize him! SEIZE HIM!” Snarled Voldemort once again, and Quirrell lunged forward, making Harry fall back from fear, landing on his bottom. Instantly, both Quirrell’s hands wrapped around his neck. His scar lit afire with pain once again, yet it was the older man who cried out in agony.

“Master, I cannot hold him! My hands!” he cried out, holding Harry down with his knees. Harry could see his hands – they looked burned, raw, and red; smoke was rising from them.

“Kill him you fool and be done with it!”

Quirrell raised his wand to perform a deadly curse, but Harry reached up and grabbed Quirrell’s face tightly. The man tried to back off of him to get away from the burning touch, but Harry understood and followed him, pinning him to the ground. He felt the man push him away and he knew that all was lost and he fell into blackness, spiraling downward into its lightening embrace.

OOOOOO

"I wonder if he’s really hurt?" George whispered as he glanced at Harry.

It had been less than a day since the four students had made their heroic journey. Though many could find their deeds noble, more could find the idea of going into trapdoor under the paw of the massively scary three headed dog, quite insane. Alexis, Fred, and George fell into the second category, especially since three of the four had been seriously injured. In the short time since this had happened, Alexis had taken to saying that Hermione was the only one with enough brains not to get hurt.

"Can't be too bad." Alexis shrugged. "I wonder if Ronny-poo will wake up soon. I have an idea for a prank to play on him."

"Be patient, he’ll wake up soon enough” Fred sighed, “So what do you think happened down there?"

"Oh! I know!” Alexis exclaimed. “You see….Harry was all like 'I will avenge my parents!' and the other dude was like, 'Mwhahahahahaha, you shall never defeat me!' and so Harry was like. 'I will! I must!' and that's what happened!"

George gave her a look, “Right, I’m sure that’s how Ron and Ruthian got hurt too.”

Alexis mock gasped and pointed an accusing finger at the twin, “Why George, are you questioning my logic?”

“Hmm... maybe I am.”

“Well, it’s not like you can wake him up and ask him if I’m wrong.” She said smugly, turning up her nose at the boy.

Fred sighed, “You’re right, unconscious people are boring.” He said with a roll of his eyes. “Come on, it’s time for the end of the year prank on Snape.”

OOOOOO

"Another year gone!" Dumbledore said cheerfully. "And I must trouble you with an old man's wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been! Hopefully you heads are a little fuller than they were…you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts.” He paused, looking around the room at the amused faces, “Now, as I understand it, the house cup needs awarding, and the points stand as thus: In fourth place, Gryffindor, with two hundred sixty-two points; in third, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw has four hundred and twenty-six and Slytherin came in first with four hundred and seven-two points."

A storm of cheering and stamping broke out from the Slytherin table. Harry could see Draco Malfoy banging his goblet against the table. It was a sickening sight to him.

"Alright! We won!" Myou cheered, sticking her tongue out at Ami, who gave her sister a weak smile in return.

"Yes, yes, well done Slytherin, well done." Said Dumbledore, calming them down. "However, recent events must be taken in account." The room went stalk still. The Slytrherins' smiles faded a little. "Ahem. Yes, I have a few last minute points to award. First, to Ronald Weasley…" Ron went purple in the face. He looked like a radish with bad sunburn. "…For the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many, many years, I award Gryffindor House fifty points."

The cheers from the Gryffindor table nearly raised the bewitched ceiling; the stars overhead seemed to quiver. Percy could be heard telling the other perfects, "My brother, you know! My youngest brother! Got past McGonagall's giant chess set!" At last, there was silence.

"Second - to Miss Hermione Granger… for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor house fifty points."

Hermione buried her face in her arms; Harry strongly suspected she had burst into tears. Gryffindors up and down the table were beside themselves - they were a hundred points up.

"Third, to Miss Ruthian Abell, for taking down a full grown bull troll with her bare hands, I award Gryffindor house fifty points."

Ruthian smiled as the Gryffindors around her clapped her on the back. "It was nothing!" She boldly declared, though her face and arms were littered with bruises.

"And fourth to Mr. Harry Potter…" said Dumbledore. The room went deadly silent. "for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house sixty points."

The din was deafening. Those who could add up knew that Gryffindor now had four hundred seventy-two points - exactly the same as Slytherin. They had tied the house cup.
Dumbledore raised his hand. The room gradually fell silent.

"There are all kinds of courage," Dumbledore began. "it takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but even more to stand up to our friends. I therefore award ten points to Mr. Neville Longbottom."

Someone outside the Great Hall might have thought some sort of explosion had taken place, so loud was the noise that erupted from the Gryffindor table. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ruthian stood up to yell and cheer as Neville, white with shock, disappeared under a pile of people hugging him.

"Which means," Dumbledore called over the storm of applause, for even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were celebrating over the downfall of Slytherin, "we need a change of decoration."

OOOOOO

Kathryn: Read, review, rate? or i will off my sister!!!! mwahahahahaha

Victoria: *sweat drops* she's kidding. just do it cause you love us.