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I feel absolutely horrible that it took this long for me to get this done but life has been insane. I had a concussion then had to have surgery and life just got in the way. I hope you all can forgive me!

So for some reason this did not stick or something becuase I posted it, people were notified and then it wouldent open. If another problem occurs please let me know.

Harry had enjoyed his first school year at Hogwarts. He loved Hogwarts dearly, it was his home and he was very happy to not have had to leave it for schooling. He had made many friends in all of the houses. Even slytherin despite the stigma.

But Harry's best friends were Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy. The four of them were near inseparable. That was even more obvious now as they stared at the large, three headed beast that was sleeping by an open trap door. They realized it must have been the magical harp in the corner keeping those many heads, and their many, many teeth asleep.

None of them really wanted to be here. Really. But most of the professor were gone, there had been a horrible attack and they had been called in to help. Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape and even Poppy were all gone. Harry, Draco, Ron and Hermione had been heading back from dinner when Harrys scar began to hurt. He nearly collapsed.

While helping Harry up Hermione had noticed Professor Quirrell sneaking around. Then she saw him go up a floor and disappear into the door that held the three headed dog.

Hermione did what she does best and made a sudden connection.

"The sorcerer's stone!" she suddenly proclaimed, making all the boys, even the still woozy Harry look at her in confusion.

"Nicholas Flamel, he created the sorceress stone, and it's here, that dog must be guarding it!" She elaborated.

"Fluffy." Harry said petulantly making the others look at him in the same they had been looking at Hermione.

"Hagrid told me, he named that dog Fluffy."

"Right? So what should we do?" Draco asked.

"Go tell a teacher of course." Hermione said.

"Let's go tell my Mum." Harry decided leading the way to her office. She wasn't there, none of the teachers were there. A house elf, Lonny, told them where all the teachers were.

And that's when everything went down the drain as the four brave Gryffindor 11 and 12 year olds headed off to stop Quirrell form stealing the sorceress stone. Minerva was going to kill Harry when she found out.

Harry decided that the Hogwarts professors were too crafty for their own good. With a giant chess board, violent keys, trick potions and devils snare this was already more than he had expected. Harry was now on his own. Draco, Hermione and Ron were back a few rooms. Ron unconscious, Hermione bruised and Draco watching over them. Harry was now walking into a fire lit room, seeing Quirrell standing before the strange mirror, talking to someone.

"Professor." Harry spoke. The man spun slowly.

"Mr. Potter. What a pleasure." Gone was the stutter, instead he looked confident.

"You should not be here professor." Harry responded.'

"What a polite boy, let me see him." Came a hissing, light voice from somewhere Harry could not pinpoint.

"But master, you are not strong enough." Quirrell exclaimed.

"I am strong enough for this." Came the voice again. Then the man turned and began to unravel his turban thing. A face appeared beneath it, grey and wrinkly, weak looking.

"Who!" Harry took a step back, the sight made his scar hurt.

"Do you not remember me boy." The voice was cruel and mocking.

"You're Voldemort!" Harry made the connection.

"Do not speak his name boy!" Quirrell snapped.

"Quiet! Have the boy look in the mirror." Voldemort ordered and the man pressed his wand into Harrys back pushing him to the mirror.

"Tell me Harry, do you want to see your mother and father again? Do want them alive and happy? I can give you that. You just need to tell me where to find the stone." Harry had a moment of yearning, he loved his family now but he would be lying if he said he had not wished for Lily and James Potter. He shook his head, Voldemort was lying, and Harry knew this.

He looked in the mirror and saw himself. His red sweater torn and bloody, a cut lip and a small gash on his cheek. Mama was going to kill him for letting his clothes get messed up. The mirror Harry reached his hand into his pocket and pull out…a rock. A red, shiny rock that glinted in the light. Mirror Harry smiled at real Harry and Harry felt a sudden weight in his pocket. Oh…

"Where is it?" Quirrell hissed.

"I don't know."

"What do you see?"

"I am shaking Dumbledore hand…" Harry began.

"Do not lie!" Voldemort spoke before there was a pause. "His pocket." Harry jumped quickly backing away from the man…men? Person and a quarter?

Quirrell began to walk towards harry hands outstretched. He grabbed the boy, a triumphant look in his eyes before suddenly he began to scream. He pulled his hands back and Harry watched as they turned into ash.

"Get him!" Voldemort yelled as Harry began to run.

"But I can't touch him Master!" Quirrell howled.

"Get Him!"

Harry had a moment of thought. He turned back to Voldemort and Quirrell. He raised his wand and took a deep breath. Quirrell was walking towards Harry, his hands gone but a look of determination on his face.

Harry swished the wand to the right, to the left, into a circle and then intoned the word he recalled from the text he had "borrowed" from Grandpa Albus. "Libertas".

At first Harry was sure he had failed, Quirrell had not stopped but then Voldemort's hissing voice began to scream. Bright lights began to fly into the room and Harry felt a sharp pain in both his head and his heart. He watched Quirrell begin to crumble before the pain became too much and the light too bright and darkness came over him.