The Philosopher’s stone

"I have completed the task, Professor." Draco said standing in front of Quirrell.

A few days ago, Quirrell had presented himself as a servant of the Dark Lord to Draco.

Voldemort didn't seem satisfied with Quirrell anymore, especially after the adult wizard lost to a student in combat.

He wanted a more capable servant to do his bidding.

Quirrell in place of Voldemort had asked Draco to send Dumbledore a fake letter from the ministry to get him out of Hogwarts.

Though he also took the opportunity to inform Harriet about Dumbledore's absence.

"G-good job!" Quirrell said in an annoyed tone. He was very upset at how the Dark Lord forgot about his sacrifices once he lost to Draco, not even giving him a second chance. "T-tell me boy, why did you help P-potter recover from my jinx against her during the Quidditch match? How can you claim to serve the Dark Lord faithfully while p-protecting his enemy?"

"Apologies Professor, but at the time I didn't know you were attempting to claim her life, I thought she was simply too nervous to properly control her broomstick." Draco didn't show any emotion at his threatening tone. "Besides, I believed it wouldn't do for the master's enemy to die in an accident. And neither should you be attempting to rob him of his vengeance."

Quirrell stared daggers at him. "G-go back to the common room and wait f-for future orders."

Draco nodded, he could read Quirrell's superficial thoughts about not including him in the effort to get the stone.

The teacher wanted to take all the credit for acquiring it for Voldemort.

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After dinner, Harriet sat nervously in the common room.

She was thinking about what she was about to do.

Slowly, the room emptied as people drifted off to bed.

She wanted to ask for Draco's help, he was the obvious candidate to help her reach the stone before Voldemort.

But he had caught a cold.

She not only heard about it, but saw him sneezing and coughing.

'Anything that can possibly go wrong, does!' She thought, annoyed. Eventually, she got over it and sighed. 'At least I won't have to ask my friend to risk his life.'

She ran downstairs to her dark dormitory.

Took out her cloak and then her eyes fell on the flute that Hagrid had given her for Christmas.

Harriet pocketed it to use on fluffy, she didn't feel much like singing.

After sending a letter to Dumbledore to warn him about Voldemort's attempt to steal the stone, she ran towards the third floor, hidden under her invisible cloak so as not to be caught by Filch.

The surprise was written all over her face when she reached Fluffy.

'A harp?' Harriet thought while inspecting the bewitched item. 'So this is how Voldemort went past Hagrid's cerberus.'

Seeing the instrument beginning to slow down its melody, Harriet took her wand out and waved it at the harp, making sure that it would continue to play for the next hour.

She then slowly crept towards the trapdoor, feeling Cerberus' hot, smelly breath as she did so.

'Alright.' She gritted her teeth and stepped carefully over fluffy's legs.

Using her wand to pull the ring of the trapdoor, she swung it up and opened it.

Staring downwards, Harriet saw nothing, no way of climbing down, only darkness.

Storing away her invisibility cloak, she gritted her teeth again and jumped down.

Cold, damp air rushed past her as she fell down.

With a funny, muffled sort of the thump, she landed on something soft.

She sat up and felt around, her eyes not used to the gloom.

It felt as though she was sitting on some sort of plant.

Harriet raised her wand and chanted. "LUMOS!"

'What is this stuff?' She looked around. 'Some sort of plant… is it here to break the fall?'

Harriet widened her eyes noticing the plant was beginning to move, she leaped up and struggled towards a damp wall.

She had to struggle because the plant began to twist snake-like tendrils around her ankles.

Despite the rush of adrenaline, Harriet knew she had to think first before acting.

Although she was still a first year, she recalled reading in Draco's notes about sentient plants.

'Which one is it?' Harriet asked herself. 'Is this one that is extremely afraid of fire? Or is it light?'

Since she wasn't willing to risk calming down and be stuck at this place, Harriet decided to become more aggressive.

Pointing her wand downwards, she chanted. "INCINDIO!"

The plants where she pointed her wand started lighting up on fire, as it screeched in agony.

As the fire consumed a segment of the floor made of plants, Harriet finally noticed a gap and decided to explore it.

Landing not much far below, on a stone floor, Harriet noticed she had passed the second barrier.

'Since Fluffy was from Hagrid, this segment must've been made by Professor Sprout.' She thought before moving on.

She went down a stone passageway, which was her only way forward.

All she could hear apart from her footsteps was the gentle drip of water tickling the walls.

The passageway sloped downward, and Harriet was reminded of Gringotts since it was very similar, architecture-wise.

Though that also made her feel an unpleasant jolt of realization.

She remembered hearing that dragons were said to be guarding vaults in the wizards' bank.

If she faced a dragon, a fully grown dragon… she sighed, wrapping herself up with her invisibility cloak.

After a brief walk, Harriet began hearing something.

A soft rustling and clinking seemed to be coming from up ahead.

'Is it a ghost?' Harriet thought. 'It seems to be…'

She reached the end of the passageway and saw before her a brilliantly lit chamber, with a ceiling arching above her.

It was full of small, jewel-bright birds, fluttering and tumbling all around the room. On the opposite side of the chamber was a heavy wooden door.

'Perhaps these things will attack me if I try to cross the room.' Harriet guessed. She knew she had to stay vigilant for traps. 'They don't look very vicious, at least. But I suppose they wouldn't need to be if they all swooped down at once.' She steeled her confidence after considering her options, still confident on her invisibility cloak, she decided. 'I see no other choice…'

She took a deep breath before crossing the room.

She feared that she wouldn't fool them by simply becoming invisible, and suffer from an onslaught of sharp beaks and claws tearing at her.

Luckily, nothing happened.

She eventually reached the door untouched, pulled the handle only to find it was locked.

Harriet tugged and heaved at the door, but it didn't budge.

Not even when she attempted the unlocking charm she produced any result.

'Of course.' Harriet thought. 'These birds must be more than guardians like fluffy.' She watched the birds soaring overhead, glittering. 'They aren't birds!' She realized. 'They are keys! Winged keys! So this is Flitwick's trap!'

Walking forward, Harriet chanted. "ACCIO!"

But nothing happened.

'Dang it! Spell proof.'

She looked around once again and couldn't believe what she hadn't noticed.

'A flying broom?! Where did it come from?' She asked herself, ashamed. 'But there are hundreds of them!' She examined the lock on the door for clues. 'Maybe a big, old-fashioned one… probably golden, like the handle.'

After taking more time than she wished she had, Harriet settled on one key.

Big, old-fashioned and golden.

It's wings were crumbled up, meaning that someone had grabbed it.

'At least I've trained as a seeker for the past year.' Harriet reassured herself.

Seizing the broomstick, she slowly removed her cloak to check out if the keys wouldn't attack her, and kicked off into the air, soaring into the midst of the cloud of keys.

'It must be a trap.'

As soon as she tried to snatch the key, the bewitched keys darted away so quickly that it was almost impossible to catch.

Not for nothing, though, was Harriet the youngest Seeker in a century.

She had a knack for catching things, but this one seemed impossible as it kept running away.

'I've got to close on it!' Harriet though, not taking her eyes off the key with a damaged wing.

Eventually she managed to press it against the wall, finally catching it.

Harriet landed quickly, and ran to the door, the key struggling in her hand.

She rammed it into the lock and turned.

CLICK!

It worked.

The moment the lock had clicked open, the key took flight again, looking very battered now that it had been caught twice.

The next chamber was so dark, she couldn't see beyond the doorframe leading to the previous chamber.

However, as soon as she stepped past into it, light suddenly flooded the room to reveal an astonishing sight.

She had just been standing on the edge of a huge chessboard, behind the black chessman, who were all taller than her.

Facing them, way across the chamber, were the white pieces.

'You've got to be kidding me…' Harriet thought, considering wrapping herself under the invisible cloak and attempting to go past the white pieces. '... Professor McGonagall.'

Almost cueing her thoughts, the white pawns blocked her path with their swords.

She recalled Draco and Ron's matches, only wishing she had played more with them.

She walked up to a black knight and put her hand out to touch the knight's horse.

At once, the stone sprang to life.

The horse pawed the ground and the knight turned his helmeted head to look down at Harriet.

"Do I- er- have to join you to get across?"

The black knight nodded.

'This needs thinking about..." She said. "I suppose I've got to win without three of the black pieces...."

Finally, after considering her options, she was ready to play.

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She had just charged through the door and up the next passageway.

'Alright, I've dealt with Hagrid's, Sprout's, Flitwick's and McGonagall's. That leaves Quirrell's and Snape's.'

She had reached another door.

As Harriet pushed it open, a disgusting smell filled her nostrils, making her pull her robe up her nose.

Eyes watering, she saw, flat on the floor in front of her, a huge troll out cold with a lump on its head.

'That was fortunate.' Harriet sighed in relief as she stepped carefully over its massive legs. 'Without Draco here, I wouldn't have managed to deal with a troll this big.'

Though her high spirits were shaken when she realized that the dead troll meant she was still behind Voldemort.

Hoping he hadn't got his hand on the stone yet, Harriet rushed forward.

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Pulling open the next door, Harriet was relieved that there wasn't anything too frightening waiting for her.

Just a table with seven differently shaped bottles standing on it in a line.

'Snape's.' Harriet realized.

She stepped into the threshold, and immediately a fire sprang up behind her in the doorway.

It wasn't ordinary fire either, having a purple color. At the same instant, black flames shot up in the doorway leading onward.

She was trapped.

For now.

Harriet seized a roll of paper lying next to the bottles and read its message.

Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind.

Two of us will help you, which ever 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.

'Now I'm having to deal with riddles. Potions I could deal with much easier.' Harriet let out a great sigh. 'Well… I guess I will have to use logic then.' She approached the bottles. 'There are seven of them… three are poison, two are wine, one will get me safely through the black fire, and one will get me back through the purple.'

After a brief minute, Harriet had made her choice.

'The smallest bottle will get me through the black fire...towards the stone.'

She drank from it.

Harriet recalled that taste, it was a potion that gave a protective layer over herself against the magical fire.

Her entire body felt like ice for that moment.

After confirming it wasn't the poison, she rushed towards the black flames.

The black flames licked her robes and body, but she didn't feel them, despite how angrily they engulfed her vision.

Soon enough, she was on the other side.

In the last chamber.

There was already someone there.

Staring at a mirror.

Unbeknownst to her, a shadow that had followed her since she left the Slytherin common room, made pass the fire behind her too.

Thanks to his foreknowledge and potion knowledge.

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Draco could already hear Quirrell and Harriet talking.

"... I'm going to kill you tonight." Quirrell declared coldly, without his usual quivering tremble.

The Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts snapped his fingers.

"You are too noisy to live, Potter." Quirrell said.

Ropes sprang out of thin air and wrapped themselves tightly around Harriet.

"Now, wait quietly, Potter. I need to examine this interesting mirror."

It was only then that Harriet realized what was standing behind Quirrell.

It was the Mirror of Erised.

"This mirror is the key to finding the Stone," Quirrell murmured, tapping his way around the frame. "Trust Dumbledore to come up with something like this...but he's in London...I'll be far away by the time he gets back..."

All Harriet could think of doing was to keep Quirrell talking and stop him from concentrating on the mirror.

But the ropes had reached her mouth, and prevented her from distracting Quirrell.

He came back out from behind the mirror and stared hungrily into it.

"I see myself being rewarded for finding the stone… as I present it to my master...but where is it?"

Quirrell cursed under his breath.

"I don't understand...is the Stone inside the mirror? Should I break it?"

Harriet's mind was racing by that point.

'What I want more than anything else in the world at the moment, she thought, is to find the Stone before Quirrell does. So if I look in the mirror, I should see myself finding it — which means I'll see where it's hidden! But how can I look without Quirrell realizing what I'm up to?'

She tried to edge to the left, to get in front of the glass without Quirrell noticing, but the ropes around her ankles were too tight: she tripped and fell over.

Quirrell ignored her.

He was still talking to himself.

"What does this mirror do? How does it work? Help me, Master!"

And to Harriet's horror, a voice answered, and the voice seemed to come from Quirrell himself.

"Use the girl...Use the girl...."

Quirrell rounded on Harriet. "Yes...Potter...come here."

He clapped his hands once, and the ropes binding Harriet fell off.

She got slowly to her feet.

"Come here!" Quirrell repeated. "Look in the mirror and tell me what you see."

Harriet walked toward him.

'I must lie.' She thought desperately. 'I must look and lie about what I see, that's all.'

Quirrell moved close behind him.

Harriet breathed in the funny smell that seemed to come from Quirrell's turban.

She closed her eyes, stepped in front of the mirror, and opened them again.

She saw her reflection, pale and scared-looking at first.

But a moment later, the reflection smiled at her.

It put its hand into its pocket and pulled out a blood-red stone.

It winked and put the Stone back in its pocket… and as it did so, Harriet felt something heavy drop into her real pocket.

Somehow… incredibly… she'd gotten the Stone.

"Well?" Said Quirrell impatiently. "What do you see?"

Harriet screwed up her courage.

"I see myself shaking hands with Dumbledore," She invented, recalling Ron's vision. "I-I've won the house cup for Slytherin."

Quirrell cursed again.

"Get out of the way." He said.

As Harriet moved aside, she felt the

Philosopher's Stone against her leg.

Dare she make a break for it?

But she hadn't walked five paces before a high voice spoke, though Quirrell wasn't moving his lips.

"She lies...she lies...."

"Potter, come back here!" Quirrell shouted. "Tell me the truth! What did you just see?"

The high voice spoke again.

"Let me speak to him...face-to-face..."

"Master, you are not strong enough!"

"I have enough strength...for this..."

Harriet felt as if Professor Sprout's plant was rooting her to the spot.

She couldn't move a muscle.

Petrified, she watched as Quirrell reached up and began to unwrap his turban.

What was going on?

The turban fell away.

Quirrell's head looked strangely small without it.

Then he turned slowly on the spot.

Harriet would have screamed, but she couldn't make a sound.

Where there should have been a back to Quirrell's head, there was a face, the most terrible face Harriet had ever seen.

It was chalk white with glaring red eyes and slits for nostrils, like a snake.

"Harriet Potter..." It whispered.

She tried to take a step backward but her legs wouldn't move.

"See what I have become?" The face said. "Mere shadow and vapor....I have form only when I can share another's body...but there have always been those willing to let me into their hearts and minds...Unicorn blood has strengthened me, these past weeks… My faithful servant Quirrell drank it for me in the forest...and once I have the Elixir of Life, I will be able to create a body of my own....Now...why don't you give me that Stone in your pocket?"

So he knew.

The feeling suddenly surged back into Harriet's legs.

She stumbled backward.

"Don't be a fool." Snarled the face. "Better save your own life and join me...or you'll meet the same end as your parents...They died begging me for mercy..."

"LIAR!" Harriet shouted suddenly.

Quirrell was walking backward at her, so that Voldemort could still see her.

The evil face was now smiling. "How touching..." It hissed. "I always value bravery....Yes, girl, your

parents were brave...I killed your father first; and he put up a courageous fight...but your mother needn't have died...she was trying to protect you...Now give me the Stone, unless you want her to have died in vain."

"NEVER!"

Harriet sprang toward the flame door, but Voldemort screamed. "SEIZE HER!" And the next second, Harriet felt Quirrell's hand close on her wrist.

At once, a needle-sharp pain seared across her scar; her head felt as though it was about to split in two; she yelled, struggling with all her might, and to her surprise, Quirrell let go of her.

The pain in her head lessened, she looked around wildly to see where Quirrell had gone, and saw him hunched in pain, looking at his fingers, they were blistering before his eyes.

"Seize her! SEIZE HER!" Shrieked Voldemort again, and Quirrell lunged, knocking Harriet clean off her feet landing on top of her, both hands around her neck.

Harriet's scar was almost blinding her with pain, yet she could see Quirrell howling in agony.

"Master, I cannot hold her — my hands — my hands!"

And Quirrell, though pinning Harriet to the ground with his knees, let go of her neck and stared, bewildered, at his own palms.

Harriet could see they looked burned, raw, red, and shiny.

"Then kill her, fool, and be done!" Screeched Voldemort.

Quirrell raised his hand to perform a deadly curse, but Harriet, by instinct, reached up and grabbed Quirrell's face.

"AAAARGH!"

Quirrell rolled off her, his face blistering, too, and then Harriet knew:

Quirrell couldn't touch her bare skin, not without suffering terrible pain, her only chance was to keep hold of Quirrell, keep him in enough pain to stop him from doing a curse.

Harriet jumped to her feet, caught Quirrell by the arm, and hung on as tight as she could.

Quirrell screamed and tried to throw her off, the pain in Harriet's head was building, she couldn't see, she could only hear Quirrell's terrible shrieks and Voldemort's yells of: "KILL HER! KILL HER!" And other voices, maybe in Harriet's own head, crying. "Harriet! Harriet!"

She felt Quirrell's arm wrenched from his grasp, knew all was lost, and fell into blackness.

It was then, after making sure that Voldemort wasn't around anymore, that Draco made his move.

He quickly moved towards Harriet, and after confirming that she was alive, took the philosopher's stone from out of her pocket.

"Finally!" Draco grinned, looking at the stone in his hand which shined blood red in color. He then decided to cover his tracks, by using the stone to empower his next spell. "GEMINO!"

And the legendary alchemical substance duplicated itself into exact copies.

He had so many theories he wished to test, with so much raw power emanating from it, he felt most of them would be resounding successes.

Pocketing the original one into his enchanted pouch, Draco placed the exact copy back at Harriet's pocket.

He needed to convince both Dumbledore and Flamel that the original stone had been destroyed.

Before he left though, Draco took the invisibility cloak from Harriet and repeated the process.

He knew that, if the deathly hollows were as significant as the legends claimed them to be, his little stunt (even if empowered by the philosopher's stone) wouldn't make an invisible cloak that would last forever.

But he decided that the benefits far surpassed the risks.

Leaving Harriet behind, Draco made his way back to his dormitory.

But made a stop at the entrance of the third floor, he had a sleeping Cerberus to catch.

He only wished that he could get Fawkes while Dumbledore wasn't at Hogwarts, but he knew when not to push his luck.

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The next day, the story of Harriet's solo battle against Professor Quirrell became public.

The whole school was talking about it.

Though, Harriet would soon see that it was one of those rare occasions when the true story was even more strange than the wild rumors swirling around.

After she heard Dumbledore's wise words while recovering in the nursery, Harriet was greeted by her friends.

She had become quite fond of her Slytherin classmates; even towards Hermione, who was a Ravenclaw.

Draco, although still slightly ill, had come to wish her a quick recovery and apologized for not being there to help her.

Harriet quickly told him it wasn't his fault, explaining to him that without his previous help she wouldn't have made it through the traps at all.

She hugged him tightly.

The other girls didn't dare to interrupt them, while both Gregory and Vincent were busy preventing Theodore from ruining the moment.

Even Ron, who initially was very envious of how close Draco was to Harriet, smiled.

They separated after talking for a while, leaving Harriet to rest, and began preparing for tomorrow's end-of-year feast.

The next night, Harriet made her way down to the end-of-year feast and joined her friends.

She had been held up by Madam Pomfrey's fussing about, insisting on giving her one last checkup, so the Great Hall was already full.

It was decked out in the Slytherin colors of green and silver to celebrate Slytherin's winning the house cup for the seventh year in a row.

A huge banner showing the Slytherin serpent covered the wall behind the High Table.

When she finally walked in there was a sudden hush, and then everybody started talking loudly at once.

She slipped into a seat between Draco and Theodore at the Slytherin table and tried to ignore the fact that people were standing up to look at her.

Fortunately, Dumbledore arrived moments later.

The babble died away.

"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 your heads are all a little fuller than they were...you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts.... Now, as I understand it, the house cup here needs awarding, and the points stand thus: In fourth place, Gryffindor, with three hundred and twelve points; in third, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw has five hundred and twenty-six and Slytherin, six hundred and ten."

A storm of cheering and stamping broke out from the Slytherin table.

Someone standing outside the Great Hall might well have thought some sort of explosion had taken place, so loud was the noise that erupted from the Slytherin table.

Harriet, alongside Draco and the others banged their goblet on the table.

It was a delightful sight.

"Yes, Yes, well done again, Slytherin." Said Dumbledore.

It was the best evening of Harriet's life, better than winning at Quidditch, or Christmas, or ruining Voldemort's plans...she would never, ever forget that night.

Harriet had almost forgotten that the exam results were still to come, but come they did.

To their great surprise, both she and her group of friends passed with good marks; Draco and Hermione, of course, had the best grades of the first years.

Even Ron scraped through, his later good marks making up for his abysmal initial one.

And suddenly, their wardrobes were empty, their trunks were packed, notes were handed out to all students, warning them not to use magic over the holidays.

Hagrid was there to take them down to the fleet of boats that sailed across the lake; they were boarding the Hogwarts Express; talking and laughing as the countryside became greener and tidier; eating Bettie Bott's Every Flavor Beans as they sped past Muggle towns; pulling off their wizard robes and putting on jackets and coats; pulling into platform nine and three-quarters at King's Cross Station.

It took quite a while for them all to get off the platform.

A wizened old guard was up by the ticket barrier, letting them go through the gate in twos and threes so they didn't attract attention by bursting out of a solid wall at once and alarming the Muggles.

"You must come and stay this summer at my house." Said Draco. "I'll send you an owl."

"Thanks." Said Harriet. "I'll definitely need something to look forward to."

People jostled them as they moved forward toward the gateway back to the Muggle world.

Some of them called:"Bye, Harriet!" "See you, Potter!"

"Still famous." Said Draco, smiling at her.

"Not where I'm going, I promise you." Said Harriet.

She, Draco, and Theodore passed through the gateway together.

"There she is, Mom, there she is, look!"

It was Ginny Weasley, Ron's younger sister, but she wasn't pointing at Ron, who had gone ahead of them.

"Harriet Potter!" She squealed. "Look, Mom! I can see —"

"Be quiet, Ginny, and it's rude to point." Mrs. Weasley smiled down at her daughter.

"Busy year?" Lucius suddenly said, appearing out of nowhere. Distracting Harriet from the Weasleys.

"Very, sir." Said Harriet, immediately noticing his similarities to Draco. "Nothing beyond my capabilities, thanks to your son."

"Oh, it was nothing." Draco said. "Father, allow me to introduce you to my friend, Harriet Potter. Harriet, this is my father, Lucius Malfoy."

Lucius grinned, proposing a handshake. "Oh Ms. Potter, we meet at last."

"The pleasure is all mine, sir." Harriet said, accepting to shake his hand.

"Ready, are you?" Suddenly, someone interrupted them.

It was Uncle Vernon, still purple-faced, still mustached, still looking furious at the nerve of Harriet, carrying an owl in a cage in a station full of ordinary people.

Behind him stood Aunt Petunia and a girl with a heftier physique, looking engrossed by the very sight of Draco.

"You must be Harriet's muggle family!" Said Mr. Malfoy.

"In a manner of speaking..." Said Uncle Vernon, a little intimidated. Although more from his wealthy appearance than from the magic he might possess. "H-hurry up, girl, we can't wait to make up for lost time."

Vernon walked away after bowing his head respectfully to both Lucius and Draco. Even the girl, Draco assumed was the female version of Dudley, bowed respectfully before leaving with Petunia.

Harriet hung back for a last word with Draco. "I only saw him like that when his boss came to visit us at home." She chuckled. "See you over the summer, then."

"Hope you have a good holiday." Said Draco.

"Oh, I will." Said Harriet, and he was surprised at the grin that was spreading over her face.

"They don't know we're not allowed to use magic at home. I'm going to have a lot of fun with my cousin this summer...."

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This year had been particularly useful for Draco, since it helped him learn some new things and push his limits outside training.

Not to mention the spoils he gained.

Norberta, the baby dragon would grow into a huge beast in no time. Regular visits were a given since normal training wasn't that much effective on her kind.

Moon had adjusted to her life living in Draco's suitcase, even after making full recovery. Perhaps he could eventually convince other unicorns to follow her, especially if the 'cloaked threat' (that nobody but Draco had seen in person) continued to attack them.

Fluffy had been troublesome in the beginning, but amongst the expanding numbers of his personal house elves, it wasn't hard to have it trained to follow orders. It was certainly a formidable beast since Quirrell opted to put it to sleep while being capable of slaying a bigger troll than the one Draco had killed.

Although Draco didn't know yet how to gain the trust of a Phoenix, he at least expected to get his hands on some acromantulas (and possibly also a Basilisk) by the end of the next school year.

Not to mention that he now had the original Philosopher's stone and one of the legendary deathly hallows, that he had yet to test.

All in all, a fabulous beginning at Hogwarts.

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(10/06/2021)

*Hey there! Thanks for reading my work! I hope this chapter is of your liking. I tried to conclude the book while addressing some of the plot points I've prolonged for the future. Harriet's showdown with Quirrell didn't change much compared to the original source.

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