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"Well, he told me that I'd been out for three days. And that Ron and Hermione would most likely be relieved that I was awake again," Harry said, sending a small smile to his friends.

"Of course we were!" Hermione said immediately. "Those were a terrible few days. We hardly did anything, we were so worried."

"Except get pestered by others who wanted to know what had happened," Ron said, shaking his head. "There were rumours floating around like crazy."

"Dumbledore said that too," Harry said. "Something like 'It's a complete secret what happened with you and Quirrell, so the entire school knows about it'."

"There were some pretty crazy theories," Fred said.

"And we may or may not be responsible for half of them," George added, grinning. The Twins shared a high five, which made the three known as the Golden Trio roll their eyes.

"One of the things Dumbledore told me was that you two were also responsible for attempting to send me a toilet seat," Harry said, smiling perhaps a bit smugly at them.

"Boys!" Mrs. Weasley said, scolding. "I told you no sending any toilet seats!"

"Ah, but mother dearest," George said, still grinning.

"You said no sending them to Ginny," Fred stated, crossing his arms. "You never said-"

"-We couldn't send one to Harry." George finished.

"And Madam Pomfrey confiscated it anyways," Harry said. "She thought it wouldn't be very hygienic, apparently."

"Still, boys, you really shouldn't have-" Mrs. Weasley started again, before Mr. Weasley grabbed her hand.

"Molly, dear, that's all over and done with, you know. No use scolding them over something years old."

She settled back in her chair, still looking a bit ruffled, but now silent.

"What did Dumbledore tell you, Harry?" Sirius asked, leaning forwards. He'd settled himself back in his chair, looking like he was eager to get back to the subject at hand.

"Right. Well, I was a little bit groggy, having just woken up, but I remember that I asked him immediately about the Stone. He said that Professor Quirrell didn't manage to take it from me. He got there in time to save it," Harry said, the sort of amused grin he'd been wearing now gone from his face, replaced by a much more solemn expression. "Apparently he realized as soon as he got to London that he was needed at Hogwarts."

"Damn right, he was," Sirius muttered. Remus sent him a slightly exasperated look, but Harry mostly ignored it in favour of continuing on. As before, with the mirror, it wasn't going to be particularly hard to tell the others. It was just going to be a bit… well, tedious.

"Dumbledore was the one who pulled Quirrell off me," Harry said. "He'd almost thought he was too late. And I told him he almost was, I couldn't have kept the Stone away from Quirrell much longer. Although, he'd been talking about me. He said the effort involved had nearly killed me. He thought it had, for a moment."

"Trust you to think of the Stone before yourself," George said, shaking his head.

"It's typical Harry, isn't it?" Ron asked the room collectively, and everyone nodded in agreement. Harry rolled his eyes again.

"But he told me then that the Stone was destroyed," Harry said, quickly bringing everyone back to the subject.

"Destroyed? But wouldn't that Flamel man and his wife have been living off of it?" Ginny asked.

"I was curious about that too, so I asked. Dumbledore was thrilled that I knew about Flamel, actually," Harry said. "He said something like, "You did do the thing properly then!" But regarding Flamel, he told me that they'd talked, and both of them agreed that it would be for the best that the stone was destroyed."

"Wait, so Flamel agreed to let him destroy it?" Fred asked, sounding confused. "But he knew he'd die without the Elixir!"

"To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure," Hermione said softly. Everyone looked around to her and she looked a little sheepish. "That's what you told us Dumbledore said."

"Yeah, that's what he said," Harry said, nodding. The Twins and Ginny still looked somewhat confused about how a man could just give his life up like that, but most of the adults looked like they could understand it. At least, to some degree. "Anyways, I asked him a few more questions. The one with the simplest answer was 'Could Voldemort find another way to get back to full power?' The answer, of course, was yes."

"There are always ways," Remus said thoughtfully. "It just depends on what lengths you're willing to go to get what you want."

"And for Voldemort, that's about every length possible," Mr. Weasley said.

Everyone nodded collectively for a few seconds, before Harry kept going. "The next question I asked was… Ah, right. Voldemort had told me that my mother hadn't needed to die, she was only protecting me. And I asked him why Voldemort would have wanted to kill me in the first place."

"That is a good question. What did he say?" George asked.

"He said that I was too young to know and that I'd find out when I was older," Harry said, the exasperated tone clear in his voice. Both the Twins groaned. "In fact, I still don't know," Harry added thoughtfully.

"Well, that's boring!"

Harry shrugged. "Believe me, I wish I knew the answer to that question. Either way, I knew it wouldn't be wise to pursue the topic with him, so I went on and asked another question. Why couldn't Quirrell touch me?"

"Love," Sirius muttered, resting his chin on his hand. When everyone looked over to him he sat up. He cleared his throat and repeated, "It was love."

Harry was startled for a second, having forgotten Sirius knew that. But of course he did, he was there at the end of last year when Dumbledore told them that his mother's protection was gone.

"Yeah," Harry agreed. The others still looked confused, so he kept talking. "My mother died to save me. Love as powerful as hers leaves a mark in my skin, he said, even if she's gone. And because Quirrell was so full of hate and greed, and he was sharing his soul with Voldemort, he couldn't stand to touch something so good and pure."

Harry had the urge to roll his eyes at how choked up everyone else was looking- even Fred and George were remarkably pale and had serious expressions- before he remembered he'd had to stop and wipe his eyes off on the bed sheet when Dumbledore had first told him, too.

"Anyways, then I asked him if he knew where the Invisibility Cloak came from," Harry said, trying to move on. "I still had no idea. It was just a shot in the dark to ask, I wasn't expecting an answer."

"But you got one?" Remus asked, looking interested.

"I did. Apparently, my father left Dumbledore himself the cloak before he died," Harry said, looking back and forth between the two Marauders. If anyone could answer the question of why it had been with Dumbledore, they would be. But they both looked perplexed. "So you didn't know about that?"

"No. As far as I know, he had it in the days preceding Voldemort's attack," Sirius said. He laughed a little before saying, "He used to use it to sneak out of your house for a few hours every couple of days. He couldn't stand being locked up like that. It used to worry Lily so much. And I know he had a few close calls, but he never did get himself caught."

Harry smiled. "Dumbledore said that when he was at Hogwarts he'd used it mainly to sneak food from the kitchen."

Both Sirius and Remus laughed. "Well, yes, he did do that quite a lot," Remus said, "but that definitely wasn't what he mainly used it for."

"I don't think Dumbledore knows half of what we did back then, even now," Sirius said, looking amused.

"He probably wouldn't even want to know, to be fair," Remus said, cocking his head to one side.

The two Marauders shared another amused glance, laughing, and for a moment Harry could almost see them as they were when they were at Hogwarts. The tricky pranksters, sneaking around at night and laughing their way through detentions. But the marks of stress and premature age on both of their faces broke though the vision and brought his mind back.

Harry didn't really want to bring up what he'd asked Dumbledore next, seeing as it was apt to take the smile off of his godfather's face, but he knew he had to.

"But then, I asked him about something else that Quirrell had told me. That Snape only hated me because he hated my dad." Just as he'd thought, a scowl landed on Sirius's face and he sat back in his chair. "And Dumbledore told me that Snape only hated my father because my father… saved his life."

Both of the Marauders looked a little abashed at that, Sirius a bit angry and Remus somewhat ashamed. Most of the others looked mainly curious, however.

"He did?" Ginny asked. "Your dad saved Snape's life?"

Fred and George looked on the verge of saying something (Harry figured it would have been something like 'that's a shame') but caught sight of their mother staring at them and remained silent.

"Yeah, he did. It confused me at the time too. Dumbledore said that they'd had a rivalry not unlike mine and Malfoy's."

"I suppose that would be about accurate," Remus said. "From what I've seen of Draco, you two don't get along very well at all."

Harry nodded. "We don't. But Dumbledore said that was the breaking point, though. And that Snape likely worked so hard to protect me that year because he thought it would make them even. Then he could happily hate my father's memory in peace."

"But that's…" Ginny said, trailing off and looking confused.

"Yeah. I tried to figure it out then too, but it made my head hurt, so I stopped. And I moved onto my last question."

"Hopefully that was asking about how you got the stone?" Remus asked.

"You're wondering about that, then?" Harry asked, smiling a little.

"I have to say, I am. It's very curious."

"Well, I was curious too. But he never really explained how he did it. Then again, at the time I probably wouldn't have understood anyway, only being a first year. Either way, he said that only someone who wanted to get the stone who didn't want to use it could get it. I had no interest in using it; I just wanted to keep it away from Quirrell. So when I looked in the mirror, I got it."

"It was a smart idea," Remus mused, looking like he was trying to figure out how Dumbledore had done it. Everyone else was looking mildly impressed as well.

"But then, he got up to go," Harry said, laughing as he remembered what happened. "And he stopped at the pile of candy that I'd gotten and decided to try a Bertie Bott's Bean. Apparently he'd had a vomit flavoured one when he was younger and it kind of put him off of them. But he thought he'd be safe with a toffee flavoured bean."

"It wasn't toffee flavoured, was it?" Sirius asked, looking a bit amused once again.

"Of course not. It was earwax. He choked on it," Harry said, and everyone laughed.

"You know, I got a bogie flavoured one once," Fred said, nodding. The Weasleys all rolled their eyes a little, having heard that before enough times.

"So I've heard," Harry said. "But I had a few other visitors before I got out. Ron and Hermione came, of course. And so did Hagrid. I think he was more upset than I was, he was half sobbing and thinking that he was the reason Quirrell was able to get so far. Because he told him about Fluffy."

"But it wasn't all his fault though!" Ginny said. "He would have found a way even if Hagrid hadn't told him!"

"That's about what I told him. He calmed down after a minute," Harry said. "And that was when he gave me the photo album with all the pictures of my parents in it." There were a few moments of silence as Harry thought about the photo album that was sitting in his trunk upstairs. He couldn't remember the last time he opened it. Though he'd looked it over so much that he knew every picture in it.

After a minute he realized that everyone was waiting for him to continue, and he cleared his throat. "Well, after that it was pretty boring. The next interesting thing happened with the end of year feast."

"Ah, and what an excellent feast it was," George said, grinning.

"So who won the house cup, then?" Sirius asked. "Gryffindor, hopefully?"

"Well, actually, Slytherin won," Fred answered, still grinning like his brother.

"Then why in Merlin's name would that be excellent? Nothing good could come of Slytherin winning anything," Sirius said.

"Oh, you'll see," Fred said, casting an amused glance over to the Trio, who were all grinning as well.

"What? What happened?" Sirius asked, looking back and forth between all of them.

"Well," Harry said, starting off, "I got to the feast late because Madam Pomfrey wouldn't stop fussing over me. Of course, when I walked in everyone fell silent for a few seconds and stared."

"Most of the talk at the feast was discussing the rumours of what had happened," Hermione said, nodding. Harry rolled his eyes a little.

"Well, Dumbledore started his speech right after I sat down, so there wasn't much more time for me to be gaped at."

Ron looked about fit to laugh, a smug expression on his face. "Yeah. He announced where everyone ranked. The Slytherins in the lead, followed by the Ravenclaws and the Hufflepuffs. And then the Gryffindors in last place."

"Why do you look so happy about that?" Sirius asked confusedly. Harry realized that most everyone probably knew about what had happened except for him, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley learning from their children. And from Remus's expression, he seemed to know as well.

"Because," Hermione said, "a few last minute points had to be awarded, owing to recent events."

"And how far was Gryffindor behind?" Sirius asked, looking like he was catching on.

"We were exactly a hundred and sixty points behind Slytherin," Hermione answered.

"Trust her to remember that," Fred stage whispered, earning an exasperated look from her.

"Ouch. But how did… He can't have…" Sirius said.

"Well, see, I got fifty points," Ron said, "for the best played game of chess Hogwarts had seen in many years."

"Fifty?" Sirius asked eyes wide. Ron nodded smugly.

"And I got fifty points too," Hermione said. "For the cool use of logic in the face of fire."

"A hundred points, right then?" Sirius said, looking shocked. Though he was still starting to grin.

"But don't forget about me, now," Harry said jokingly. The seriousness and the tense atmosphere were gone, at least for right then.

"How many did you get? You'd be sixty points behind then..."

"That's exactly how many I did get," Harry said. "Sixty points. For pure nerve and outstanding courage."

"Brilliant!" Sirius said, throwing his head back and laughing. "He tied you with the Slytherins! Bet they weren't too happy about that!"

"Oh no, they definitely weren't," Hermione said. "All of them looked quite sour. But Dumbledore still wasn't done."

"But who else could have gotten points?" Sirius asked.

"Well," Hermione said, thinking for a moment. "He said 'It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. Therefore, I award ten points to… Mr. Neville Longbottom'."

"He awarded the points to Neville? For trying to stop you?" Sirius asked, laughing again. "Oh, the Slytherins must have been murderous."

"They looked about ready to charge across the great hall when Dumbledore changed all the banners," Fred said. "The great snakes and green banners disappeared and big red ones with Gryffindor lions showed up."

"What I would have given to see that," Sirius said, shaking his head. "What a way to end the year. You certainly did go out with a bang, didn't you?"

"You could say that," Harry said. It was good to see everyone so happy, which was a change from what they'd talked through. And what they had yet to say.

"Here I thought no one could get themselves into more trouble than we did our first year," Remus said amusedly.

"Oh, you wouldn't believe what else he he's gotten into," Ron said. I mean, that was only first year. Second year was just as interesting, if not even more…"

I've decided to split the years up into separate stories, so the retelling of second year will be in a new story! It'll likely be called 'A Look Back: The Chamber of Secrets' or something along those lines. Keep an eye out for that!

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