A/N: I'm going to make this clear. I don't own the Harry Potter series or it's characters. That right goes to JK Rowling

End of Year Celebration

When Harry woke up, he felt a familiar cold cloth on his forehead. When he tried to raise his arms, only to find they were heavy.

Harry blinked, and saw his father looking over him with a smile on his face.

"Dad," Harry said.

"Hey kiddo," James said.

Memories from last night flood into Harry's head and he shot up. "The Stone…"

"Whoa, it's okay," James said. "The Stone is safe."

"But Professor Quirrell! He's after the Stone!" Harry said.

"Quirrell isn't a threat anymore," James said.

"H-He been captured?" Harry asked.

"Not exactly…"

Harry's heart sank. "He's dead. I killed him."

"Yes, and no," James said. "Quirrell is dead, but you didn't kill him. Immobilize him with an impressive full body bind curse, yes."

"But the Blisters—I caused it—"

"But it didn't kill him." James sighed. "His death was brought onto him when he became Voldemort's vessel. Voldemort had no tension to keep Quirrell alive. He was just using Quirrell to get what he wants, knowing that when his soul leaves Quirrell's body, Quirrell died. Even if you didn't do what you did, there was no way of saving Quirrell."

Harry swallowed and looked around. He realized he was in the hospital wing. He was lying in a bed with white linen sheets and next to him was a table piled high with what looked like half the candy shop.

"Tokens from your friends and fans," James said noticing Harry's expression. "Somehow the word of your battle against Voldemort got around the whole school. Although I wish Fred and George didn't go into such a length to try to send you a toilet seat."

"Are you mad?" Harry asked.

James looked at Harry. "What do you mean?"

"I kept looking into the Sorcerer's Stone even when you advised against it," Harry said, "I led my friends to danger when we found out you and Dumbledore was missing instead of waiting for you to come back."

James sighed. "I'll admit, I was upset at first when Hermione told me what you four have done. But, no, Harry. I'm not mad. I'm actually proud of you."

Harry blinked. "You are."

James nodded. "If you haven't done what you did, Quirrell would have found a way to get the Stone, and Voldemort would have come back and everything your mother did to protect you would have been for nothing in the end. Not only that, but by going after an unknown enemy, you saved the whole school from a possible attack that would have probably followed with Voldemort's return. You and your friends are heroes, Harry."

"What about the stone?" Harry asked.

"I'll take it from here, James."

They looked to see Dumbledore entering the room.

"Professor Dumbledore," Harry said trying to sit up.

"Stay, Harry. Madam Pomphrey would have my head if you try to get up on my account," Dumbledore said. "I thought I come and check up on the school's hero."

"I'll give you some time to talk to him," James told Harry before leaving the room, but not before bowing with respect to Dumbledore as he walked up to Harry's stack of candy.

"Ah! Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean. May I?" Dumbledore picked up the box.

"I thought you don't like that stuff," Harry said.

"Oh, I do. Ever since in my youth when I came across a vomit-flavor one. But every once in a while I try for a nice toffee flavor," Dumbledore said before popping a golden brown bean in his mouth. Then he choked and said, "Alas! Ear wax!"

"Professor, what happened to the stone?" Harry asked, "How did I get the Stone out of the Mirror? And why—"

"Why did you see your mother giving you the stone?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry nodded.

"Well to answer the second question, it was one of my more brilliant ideas, and between you and me, that's saying something. You see, only one who wanted to find the Stone—find it, but not use it—would be able to get it, otherwise they'd just see themselves making gold or drinking Elixer of Life. My brain surprises even me sometimes. As for your last question, I think it has to do with what you told Ms. Granger before she headed back."

Harry thought about. "You mean about my mum's protection."

Dumbledore nodded. "The Mirror of Elrise cannot be fool Harry Potter. You wanted to save the Sorcerer's Stone, but at the same time you hoped that the same protection that saved you as a baby saves you again, and thus the Mirror merely combined both of your desires."

"But my mum's protection did work," Harry said. "Quirrell couldn't touch me."

"Yes, and Voldemort failed to get what he wanted thanks to it," Dumbledore said.

"Professor, You-Know-Who—"

"You can call him Voldemort, Harr. Always use the proper name for things. Fear of name increase fear of the thing itself."

"Yes, sir. Well, Voldemort said the night he attack, he let someone name Wormtail send my dad on a wild goose chase," Harry said, "He also said he gave my mum a chance to escape alive. Is it true?"

"I don't know if Voldemort had intentions to keep anyone alive that night, Harry," Dumbledore said. "But if he did, I would think it create more questions than answers."

"What about the Stone?" Harry asked.

"Well, after hearing how four first years went all out to break many rules to save it, I talked to Nicolas Flamel and we agreed to destroy the Sorcerer's Stone," Dumbledore said.

"Destroyed" said Harry blankly. "Nicolas Flamel—"

"We agreed it was for the best," Dumbledore said. "Nicolas and his wife have enough Elixer stored to set their afairs in order, and they planned to go into a ver long, well deserve sleep. Now, if that's all, I better be off and let you sleep. Your dad will rejoin you later."

Harry nodded.

"Oh, and Harry before I go," Dumbledore said. "Nicolas Flamel sends his regards for the trouble he gave you, and wants to thank you for keeping the Stone safe."

…

The next visit that didn't include Harry's dad took some convincing. The head Nurse: Madam Pomfrey, was nice, but when it comes to a student's health she's very strict.

"Please!" Harry pleaded.

"No!"

"Come on, Pomfrey. They have a right to see him," James said, "I'll be right here making sure Harry doesn't overexert himself."

"Oh, very well," she said. "But no longer than fifteen minutes."

And so, she let Ron Hermione and Neville in.

"Harry!"

Hermione looked ready to hug Harry again, but she held herself in, which was a good thing, because his head was still very sour.

"Oh, Harry, we were sure you were going to—you had us all worried—"

"The whole school's talking about what happened down there," said Neville.

"What really happened down there?" Ron asked.

Harry told them everything: Quirrell; the mirror the Stone; and Voldemort. Ron Neville and Hermione were a very good audience, although Hermione did scream with Harry told them what was really under Quirrell's turban.

"So the Stone's gone?" said Ron finally.

"Yep!" Harry said. "So what happened to you three."

"Well, I got back all right," said Hermione. "Neville was trying to wake up Ron when I contact Professor Potter."

"I was sure surprised to find Hermione on the other end of the mirror," James said.

"Right, so we headed out using the brooms. We were about to meet up Professor Potter when we found Dumbledore at the entrance hall. Somehow he already knew and was waiting as well."

"By the way, Professor," Neville said. "How is it you got passed Fluffy?"

James pushed up his glasses. "A First Generation Maurders secret that I won't tell you until you're older."

"Okay," Ron said. "Listen Harry, you've got to be up for the end-of-year feast tomorrow. The points are in—we lost first place."

"Don't tell me Slytherin somehow got the lead," Harry said.

"No, but Ravenclaw house caught up and bypass both Gryffindor and Slytherin House for the win when they steamrolled Gryffindor in the last Quidditch match you missed."

Harry shrugged. "Having Raven claw win is better than Slytherin House gaining it's seventh win in a row."

"Well, kids, it's been fifteen minutes. If you stay here any longer, I think Pomfrey will have what muggles called an aneurism," James joked.

Harry Ron Hermione and Neville laughed as they said their goodnights.

…

The next day, James manage to convince Pomfrey to let Harry join the feast, which wasn't easy since she insisted on final check up on Harry.

Hagrid had came in earlier blaming himself for everything that happened to Harry, but Harry had reassured him that it wasn't Hagrid's fault.

The good news was that James lifted Harry's restrictions of one chocolate frog a day (it was hard to keep it when most of Harry's gifts from his admirers were chocolate frogs), but only if Harry agreed not to let himself get hype up on the stuff again just to find info on a certain wizard or witch.

Now, Harry made his way down to the end-of-year feast alone. The Great Hall was already full and was decked out in Ravenclaw colors of blue and bronze. Ravenclaw House was excited and celebrating. There was a huge banner with a raven at the wall behind the High Table.

When Harry walked in, there was a sudden hush that lasted until Harry sat at his table.

Then Dumbledore arrived and the Hall quiet down quickly.

"Another year gone!" said Dumbledore 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 your heads are a little fuller than they were… you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts… Now, I understand it, the House Cup here needs awarding, and the points stand thus: In fourth place, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two points. In third, Slytherin, Four hundred and twenty-six points. Second Place, Gryffindor with four hundred and thirty-two points. Finally Ravenclaw House with four hundred and seventy-six points."

A storm of cheering came from Ravenclaw Table, while Slytherin House booed loudly.

"Yes, yes, well done, Ravenclaw," said Dumbledore, "However, recent event must be taken into account."

The room went very still as Ravenclaws quieted down.

"Ahem," said Dumbledore. "I have last minute points to disk out. Let me see… yes. First—to Mr. Neville Longbottom! For managing to calm down while being strangled by Deville Snares to make sure his friends don't end up the same, I award him fifty points."

Neville's jaw dropped as Gryffindors cheered and patted Neville on the back.

"Next—to Mr. Ronald Weasley—for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor House, fifty points."

Ron turned as red as his hair as his brothers cheered. Even Percy was yelling for the other prefects to hear, "My brother, you know! My youngest brother! Got past McGonagall's giant chess set!"

Then it quieted down.

"Thirdly, to Miss Hermione Granger… for the use of cool logic in the face of actual fire, I award Gryffindor House fifty points."

Hermione buried her face in her arms, probably to hide her tears. Now, not only Gryffindor regained the lead, but they gained the points Harry couldn't earn his house in the last game of Quidditch against Ravenclaw.

"Finally, to Mr. Harry Potter…" said Dumbledore causing the room to go quiet. "For reminding us that although we are sorted into one house, we can always depend on the good traits of the other houses by displaying cunningness, loyalty, wisdom, and most importantly bravery, against all odds., I award Gryfindor eighty points—twenty for each of the House traits he displayed."

Gryffindor cheered hard and loud as many clapped Harry on the back. Even Ravenclaw House didn't seem upset to lose the House cup for that reason.

"If my calculations the Second Generation of Maurders: Neville Longbottom, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter brought Gryffindor's total up to six hundred and sixty-two points, which requires a change in decoration."

With the clap of his hand, the blue and bronze colors became gold and scarlet, and the huge Ravenclaw's Raven turned into Gryffindor's Lion. Professor Flitwick shook Professor McGonagall's hand proudly.

…

The next day the exam results were out, much to Harry's confusion as he nearly forgotten. To his surprise, Harry marked second best out of the first year class in Transfigurations and Charms and first in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and tied with Hermione in best in Astronomy.

Hermione beat Harry though in being the best student over all, with only marking second in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but she wasn't too upset considering she knew the secret about Harry's uncle Moony.

Ron and Neville manage to pass with good marks too.

They had hope that Goyle and Crabbe failed but unfortunately they barely scraped by passing scores.

Now their wardrobes were empty, their trunks packed, and Neville's toad secure. Notes were handed out to all students under seventeen to not use magic outside of school. Hagrid took them down to the fleet of boats and they sailed across the lake—the opposite direction they came from when they first arrived at Hogwarts.

James boarded with Harry Hermione Ron and Neville, much to Harry's embarrassment, on the Hogwarts express.

As soon as they got to King Cross station, they lined up to go through gates twos and threes so they don't attract any Muggle attention as they go through the wall.

Ron and Harry made plans to meet up during the summer after the Dursley visit.

On the otherside, much to Harry's surprise was his uncles.

"Hey, Harry!" Sirius greeted. "Did you had a good first year?"

"Uncle Padfoot, Uncle Moony, what are you doing here?" Harry asked.

"We thought we come to see you before your father takes you to the Dursleys," Remus said.

"We heard what you did for Hogwarts," Sirius said, ruffling Harry's hair. "I must admit, what you and your friends did by far out did anything we use to do."

"That's for sure," James said, walking up. "If you're done, we must go."

"Do we have to go to the Dursleys?" Harry asked.

"Sorry, kiddo, but we have to," James told him. "The sooner we get this visit done the sooner you can have fun with your friends and enjoy the rest of the summer."

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy the story so far. The next one is 'The Son and Nephew of the Maurders: the Chamber of Secrets"

Summary: What could be worse than Voldemort trying to steal the Sorcerer's Stone? Try the heir of Slytherin opening the Chamber of Secrets and releasing an ancient monster on all Muggle-borns and Squibs. But who could this heir of Slytherin be? And why is it a house elf is trying to kick Harry out of Hogwarts while all of it is happening? Only one way to find out.