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Chapter 8: Harry Potter against Lord Voldemort: Act I.

- Harry, wake up Harry! Whispered an agitated voice. The so-called Harry fidgeted in his bed without seeming to stop. He was sweating, and above all, his scar shone with an unusual red on his forehead.

- Harry, said in a louder voice Draco. No longer, he shook his friend to leave her restless sleep. Harry woke with a start time. He trembled all over and his eyes were constantly go around the room with excitement, as if looking for something without being able to find it.

- Harry do you? Draco asked one worried. Harry heard his friend and laid his eyes on him. After about ten seconds seemed an eternity to Draco, Harry seemed to understand the question posed to him and deigned to respond.

- Voldemort, he will get the stone that night, he whispered. Then, pulling himself together, he got out of bed and began to dress. Next to him, Blaise moved on his bed but did not wake up.

- Wait what are you doing? Draco whispered, not to wake their fellow students.

- In your opinion, 'said Harry irritably. I'll stop him! You think I'll stay in my bed trying to get back to sleep while Voldemort tries to come back to life! On the last words he put on his shoes and walked to the door.

- Wait! said Draco, who had raised. His face had suddenly become very determined and his eyes were full of determination. While Harry was facing him, he added.

- I come with you.

Harry and Draco were wrapped in the cloak of Potter, and for the first time since his failed duel with his brother, Harry is delighted to be able to get their hands on the famous cape that he had never been able to try even when he was little, his father had always prevented. Unlike Ryan. Harry wondered what would be the head of his father if he discovered who had inherited the mantle.

The two Slytherins headed for the tower of Ravenclaw. Harry had indeed declared he would not go on an adventure without his two best friends, and Draco was no attempt to contradict him. After all, they were going to need all the help possible.

On the way, Harry had begun to explain to his friend what was going on. He explained what the philosopher's stone and that it was guarded by a particular three-headed dog named Fluffy (Draco had also made a funny face on hearing this detail, but made no comment) . But, said Harry, the stone is guarded by powerful enchantments in place by the teachers. Harry explained to him that Voldemort finally had a man to help him survive drank unicorn blood.

The two boys arrived at the Ravenclaw tower, and after giving the password, went back inside. They were lucky, Elizabeth did not sleep but was still in a chair, reading. She was the last present in the common room, but Harry was not surprising, knowing that the young Black suffered from insomnia and often read at night.

They soon began to date and in less time than it takes to say, Chocolate Frogs, she rose from her chair and followed the adventure.

All three found themselves very quickly to the Gryffindor tower, and after a quick confab, Elizabeth Neville went searching for one. He could not risk that two Slytherins are noticed among the lions.

After ten minutes the Ravenclaw came out of the tower along with a Neville who looked a little sleepy.

- What's going on Harry? Gryffindor asked a sleepy voice. Eli said we should go save the Philosopher's Stone, what's the story? he said between yawns.

- Come on, we will explain on the way, Harry said in a voice pressed. Neville rejoined the three teenagers under the invisibility cloak, and all were slightly cramped.

- I had a vision that night, he began to tell, I saw Voldemort, or at least what's left of him, trying to capture the philosopher's stone.

Harry was in the hallway leading to the third floor. He followed a man, a man wearing a turban, and that Harry recognized as the p-pr-Professor Quirrell. What was he doing in this corridor at this time of night? Harry wondered. The teacher walked around the corner, and soon he found himself in front of Fluffy, who fell asleep when the teacher had conjured a harp. Then everything went black, felt like Harry snapped, as when he took a Portkey. He lives in a huge room where there was a life-size chess game, which Quirrell murmured, probably one of the old magic OGCM, then a dark and narrow, with a table on which were vials. Everything was going very fast, Harry was barely time to ask that the images and sensations paraded.

Then, suddenly, he found himself in the room he had seen in a dream several times. The room was the mysterious mirror. Quirrell took off when the turban, and Harry yelled, seeing as Voldemort's head encased in the skull of a professor of defense against the forces of evil. All he heard was to wake up with a piercing whistle 'I must Potter Philosopher's Stone, comes the look'.

Harry was then awakened by Draco, and without even taking the time to think, he had decided to save the Philosopher's Stone. He could not prevent a decent person anyway, who would believe his brother jealous and frustrated the boy-who-had survived?

- While Voldemort is inside Quirrell? Neville asked in disbelief as they came close to the third floor. But it's disgusting, he said, shuddering.

Harry said nothing, his jaw clenched and his face assumed an air of determined thinking about the task ahead. He realized he could die tonight. After all, there was talk of Voldemort, the greatest wizard of all time who was apparently powerful enough to defy death, which was terrifying to say the least. But Harry was not afraid. It was resolved, determined. It was perhaps not the boy-who-had survived, but he knew he had to. He could not sit still in his little life so that Voldemort could return to power and that person did nothing to prevent it.

There are worthwhile things to be fought for, even if it includes sacrificing something, he thought.

Elizabeth Black was not afraid. Absolutely not. When his best friend and his cousin were picked her up they go to save a stone that allowed to become immortal hands of a demonic sorcerer, the first feeling which was then passed through was not fear, this that would have been natural for a witch of just twelve, but a proud determination, like his best friend.

Elizabeth Black was perhaps only a baby when the war against Voldemort had ended, but she knew. She knew that hundreds of people died, families torn apart, including his mother, who was the last descendant of the great family Partison, the grandmother of Neville Lestrange killed by shortly after the fall of Voldemort shot Crucio, the family of Ted Tonks also killed because they were Muggles, and that their son was a mud-blood who had dared to marry a Black and the list continues indefinitely. She knew that Voldemort to power meant danger for the Muggle-born-of-the-breeds and traitors to their blood which she was undoubtedly part. So when Harry told him he was going to stop him, of course it had followed him immediately. In any case, it would follow Harry anywhere.

If there was a good person who was able to prevent Voldemort to capture the philosopher's stone, in the spirit of Elizabeth, this could be his best friend. She knew he was powerful, she had seen all this year to train, and she knew, just as her Harry was worth more than what people were thinking, was worth more than his worthless brother . It was obvious it was enough to know him to know he was very powerful, it was as if it radiated from him, it was enough to see over how easily he managed while disconcerting the first time, how easy it could learn and master new spells. Elizabeth wondered sometimes if it was not the innate talent that Harry Ryan rebuffed and made him as bad to his older brother, for perhaps unconsciously, he felt threatened by his brother.

Elizabeth gave a look at his best friend, and reassured her that she lives. He was determined he was not afraid, as if it did, he hid it very well, better than Draco and Neville next. Neville shook slightly and Draco tried to hide his fear under a bluster that he only half succeeded. But when he saw Harry, Elizabeth fears disappeared immediately. No, nothing could happen to him as Harry was there.

- It is said Harry in a firm voice, while the three children arrived at the door behind which was Fluffy.

- Wait two minutes Potter, Draco interrupted while seeing Harry about to open the door. How do you control the beast with three heads?

- Quirrell was asleep with a harp, explained it. Turning to his friends, he asked them.

- Are you ready? All three shook their heads, and not ask for more, Harry opened the door leading to the forbidden third floor corridor.

Harry was right, Fluffy was already asleep, close to the harp. The four young wizards hurried to go to the door.

- I'll go first, then announced Harry. He raised his hand to cut short protests by Elisabeth and Neville. If ever something happens, do not do something stupid and go for Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore. His friends nodded his head, and Harry, after taking a deep breath, lifted the hatch and after a quick look inside, jumped.

- Harry, all right? asked Elizabeth.

- If yes, answer it. You can come is good, there's something to cushion the fall!

- Hearing this, Elizabeth gave a little sigh of relief, then hastened to join his friend, followed by two boys.

They jumped in and landed on something soft that had cushioned their falls.

- Thank goodness that there were these plants, Draco commented nonchalantly in an attempt to hide the fear rising in him.

- Keep all motionless, then ordered Neville in a firm voice. All three turned to him and found with surprise that he was no longer on the plants but was found and removed. His face was focused and had his wand out.

- What is happening? asked Harry. But before he could add something else, he felt something enter his leg.

- It's a net of the devil, then explained the three witches Neville trying to struggle to escape the grip of the plant. Stop your struggle, we must relax or he will kill you very quickly! he said in a louder voice.

- Very reassuring Longbottom, and now what do we do? Draco asked with a sneer. Stand still while the tentacles trying to choke you was easier said than done.

- If I remember correctly, a net of the devil loves the darkness and humidity, so I have to light a fire, Neville mumbled under his breath.

- Go ahead! cried Elizabeth, which sank deeper into the plant.

Neville raised his wand and muttered something indistinct for the other three. A jet of blue flame out of his wand and burst towards the plant. In a moment Harry, Elizabeth and Draco felt his grip loosen the plant and they found their freedom. Getting up speed, they joined Neville near the wall, their faces dripping with sweat.

- It was not bad for a first test, Neville tried to joke, but the three black eye he received dissuaded from continuing on this path.

- Go, let's go, Harry ordered by smoothing her dress as a sorcerer. The other three young witches and followed him without saying a word. They entered a long dark corridor and humid. Elizabeth felt Harry shiver next to him, he did not know if it was fear or cold. The corridor seemed like an eternity. One thing was sure, he must be miles under the castle.

Soon they came to a massive wooden door, Harry managed to open a simple Alohomora. Inside was a high arched ceiling, the room was filled with small sparkling key fluttering everywhere. On the left wall were deposited brooms, there were exactly three.

- What's that mess? Draco whispered.

Elisabeth came near the exit door and examined it carefully. She tried several spells silently, then after five minutes, turned to the three boys.

- We must get a key to be able to open the door, nothing else works, she said. Harry, she said, I think it's time to use your talents to catcher.

- Your talent catcher, Draco murmured, turning to Harry, but he interrupted her.

- Draco, Neville, take a broom and follow me, he ordered in a firm tone. Eli does not get me wrong but your talent at Quidditch is poor.

The girl let out a small sigh nonchalant but said nothing. From a common movement, the three boys headed for the brush and grabbed one each.

Perhaps Harry had not had much opportunity to play Quidditch, but it was obvious that he's in the blood, and he was incredibly talented, as were able to see these two best friends. Watching his classmate on a broom, Draco made the following remark.

- I warn Potter, next year you are part of the Slytherin team even if I have dragged you!

Harry smiled at this reply, but said nothing, too absorbed in his search for the key that could open the door. He ends by identifying, among all others, a big silver key to bright blue wings, the wings slightly disheveled as she had already served. He rushed to her and left him no chance to escape. Once he held it in his hands, he motioned to his two friends who came down smoothly.

The next room was huge, and lit up as soon as all four witches entered it. In the center of the room was a huge chessboard, with pieces carved in stone, and human scale.

- What is that? Neville muttered in amazement. All four advanced slowly towards the center of the room, and found that if they wanted to go to the next room ...

- We must replace the parts and play a game of chess-size, Elisabeth then explained in a calm voice, and Draco nodded, visibly impressed.

- No offend guys but you're not good at failure, said Elizabeth, turning to his two childhood friends, who nodded knowingly. It was not that they were bad, they knew how to manage a minimum, but compared to their friend, and Draco, they were worth anything. The last game of chess that took place between the two cousins, who were also difficult to recognize their relationship as their parents had lasted more than seven hours and resulted in a draw. It seemed that the gift was a failure purely Black gene, shared by Sirius and Narcissa.

- We will follow your orders, 'said Harry and Neville nodded in assent. Draco and Elizabeth exchanged a long look, of course, before getting into position.

The party began. In the eyes of Harry and Neville, who followed blindly the orders of the Black descendants, the latter two appeared to be their masters Conductor: never any hesitation, it was as if thinking with one mind common, and c ' was impressive. This lasted several tens of minutes and the opposing team seemed to lose.

Suddenly, Elizabeth and Draco looked at each and then glanced tended to their two classmates.

- What is happening? asked Harry, who felt that something was wrong.

There is only one possible move to win the game, Draco explained in a slow voice. You or me Black?

- What? What's going on? Neville asked with a hint of panic in his voice.

- One of us will have to sacrifice, explained Elizabeth. She examined the scene around it was thoughtful, but it was Draco who spoke again, while Neville and Harry were watching her mouth wide open, stunned.

- It is better to be me, not you. You are the smartest of us, he admitted with a detached, Harry may still need you.

Elizabeth nodded, and before Harry and Neville could say anything, Draco had advanced on the box to the left. A rider came up to him and then gave a huge spear on which the horse was the Slytherin. It took a gliding of several meters and landed on the other side of the room. He gave a little cry of pain, and three young wizards hurried forward towards the end of the board and win the game. The opposing team bowed, and Harry saw the door open, but all three rushed towards Draco. It was bleeding in several places and had fainted.

- Neville you go back to the castle with Draco and accompany him to the infirmary. If you do not see us in several hours, tell Dumbledore or McGonagall, Harry ordered a very firm voice. Neville nodded and Draco began to levitate. With one last look at his friends, he wished them good luck in a hoarse voice and hurried back to the castle Draco.

Harry and Elizabeth looked at each other a knowing look, then went to the next room.

They were cut in their enthusiasm with smell absolutely pestilential. On the floor of this small dark room was a huge troll who occupied the room completely disgusting. -Apparently, Quirrell had already killed. Elizabeth and Harry had to step over to spend the next room.

- You think it's Quirrell who brought the troll in the castle on Halloween? Elisabeth asked suddenly as they opened the door. After all the coincidence is a bit big!

Harry shrugged but said nothing and the two friends went into the next room.

- Do you think there are still like that how? Elizabeth asked with a little exasperated tone.

- There is much longer, Harry assured her.

In this room was a dark brown wooden table on which were lined up seven jars of different shapes. As soon as the two young wizards were completely entered the room, a fire appeared, which completely blocks the entrance and exit.

Elizabeth and Harry approached the table where they saw a piece of parchment on which was written.

Faced with the danger, salvation is behind.
Two of us will lead to the light, One of the seven forward protect you
And one in back will eliminate the trap, two t can not offer a simple wine to nettle, three are deadly poisons, promise of agony Choose if you want to escape eternal torment, t To assist in this choice, you have four indices.
The first is so cunning treachery of their
The poisons are left of the two wines nettle;
The second, different at each end, If you go forward, zero is your ally.
The third: they are all different sizes, Neither dwarf nor giant in it is fatal.
Finally, four: the second, left and right,
Are twins of taste, but disparate appearance.

(Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone)

A puzzle, logic, Harry murmured. Immediately, the two witches began to think. Elisabeth muttered under his breath, and Harry thought that if anyone could find the solution, it was her. It was not bad logic and knew it was nothing compared to best friend, one of the best minds he had ever met. Harry and Elizabeth complemented perfectly. He had the power and relative ease to control any spell or potion in metamorphosis, and it was just pure intelligence to a certain brightness of spirit that made her exceptional in the eyes of Harry. He watched, his sapphire blue eyes so focused, his brow furrowed and frowning. From time to time she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and nibbled his lower lip, a sign of intense concentration. After a few moments, she looked up and met the eyes of his best friend. She smiled and said.

- I think I found the solution, she began. Of these seven bottles, three containing poison, two of wine, one can pass the flame to the front door, the last to cross the flames of the exit door. And if my deductions are good, the vial is the smallest that allows access to the next room.

Harry let out a deep sigh. The smallest bottle contained enough potion for two, but part of him wanted to force the girl to go back and promised to avoid the danger that after a few seconds of reflection, he came to a compromise.

- We will both drink this potion, he announced, and Elizabeth looked surprised her that anyway she would not have otherwise left the choice, but you'll put on my invisibility cloak . I know that the front room is the last, where is the philosopher's stone. You're going to stay under the cap and do withdraw if I tell you, right? he said in a tone so firm Elizabeth, despite its stubborn, did not even think to contradict.

They drank the potion while the two in the bottle and shuddered, the potion was freezing, as if they had to take a cold shower. Taking their courage, Elisabeth donned the cape and both crossed the black flames.

Before them stood a very large room and lit in front of the door, the famous mirror, Harry had already glimpsed in dreams. Forgetting all caution, or even his whereabouts, he rushed to the mirror and stood in front. What he saw then was going to continue for years.

He saw himself in the mirror, but he was not alone. Around him were his parents, but also Black, and the Longbottom Remus. His parents had their arms around her shoulders and looked at him with love and pride. Others present were smiling and waving of the hand. In the mirror, he had such a smile on his lips, he looked so happy. And Ryan was nowhere present, there was no scar on his forehead.

Harry recoiled from this view, not understanding why the mirror showed her that. Then, suddenly, the picture changed. He saw himself as currently, but its reflection in the mirror gave him a glance, and he felt something fall in his pocket. He immediately understood what it was.

- So Potter, surprised when one of the teachers he liked the least. You managed to go through all the trials? Impressive, he commented in a slow voice and cruel. He was close to Harry, to his left, but made no sign to approach. Harry drew back a little, and hoped that Elizabeth had taken refuge in a corner at the shelter.

- I know you have Voldemort in your head, then threw Harry with more courage than he felt. He ignores the thrill of hearing the name Quirrell of his master. I know you are here for the philosopher's stone, but you will not get it, this is not the question.

The eyes of the teacher then took a scary red color, but Harry tried not to show how he was afraid he did not show that he was wondering what he was doing. Because it should not kid ourselves, he had a tiny chance they could get away in good health. He hoped that Neville and Draco was already back in the castle, and Elizabeth did nothing desperate attempt and would have the good sense to leave before it's too late.

- I do not understand you Potter, you should however, be the first to want to join us, you who are rejected from your family and all those blood-traitors and impure. I've seen this year and saw great potential in you, a great power. This would be such a shame to see all that talent wasted.

Harry shook his head. He could not deny that the discourse of Quirrell aka Voldemort spoke. But he could not join completely.

- You are wrong, and I never go along with Voldemort! Exclaimed the young wizard. Better to die!

Let me talk to him! Hissed a voice that seemed to come from Quirrell skull itself.

- But Master, then answered it with a trembling voice, you are sure ...

Quirrell let me! Commanded the voice of a fiercely. Trembling, slowly Quirrell took off the turban that covered his head and turned back by Harry.

It screamed as he felt his scar burn him, as if someone had used a blowtorch on the forehead. Blinded by pain, he could not cope with the awful spectacle before him. Elisabeth she could and she had to suppress a gasp of disgust.

In the skull of Quirrell interlocking face of a man in a snake, translucent, with bloodshot eyes. It was just a horrible sight, because this face seemed to radiate evil in its purest form, a kind of madness cruel and malicious. Elizabeth had to make a huge effort not to show his presence, especially seeing Harry collapsed on the floor, screaming. She trembled at the scene unfolding before her. No matter what his friend had said, if things went wrong, she would not hesitate to remove the invisibility cloak.

Harry sat up, trembling. Voldemort was facing him, triumphantly on what was his face.

So Potter, it changed its mind? Voldemort laughed. You are wrong t'entêter you know? I give you a single chance to gain power and recognition. You deserve much better than your whole family of traitors and mud-blood! Join me, you will not regret it I promise.

- You can not promise me, you is not even alive, said in a voice cruel the young Slytherin. And it will not change anytime soon! It is I who is the philosopher's stone, he added in a loud voice.

The appearance of Voldemort's face twitched in anger upon hearing these words, and he tried to rush towards Harry, but he was ready.

His hand was in his left pocket, tightening around his wand. With a sudden movement and firm, he pulled out his wand and cast the first spell that came into his mind.

- Reducto! he shouted towards Quirrell. The spell was fast and flawless. Professor Quirrell, home to Lord Voldemort in his head was shattered by Harry Potter, Slytherin, eleven.

The blow was so swift, so brutal that Elizabeth could not believe his eyes. Harry had just killed ...

- Harry, she cried, pulling off the Invisibility Cloak and rushing to his best friend. He had his hands on his knees, bent forward. He was pale and sweating profusely.

- Harry's it going? repeated it once it was close to him. She bent over and banged their faces almost.

- Harry, she repeated more softly. It looked up and their eyes met. What she saw the upset. Her emerald green eyes were like haunted.

- I killed a man Eli said, his voice haggard. I killed a man, repeated it. He rose, and Elizabeth was not long pray for the hug.

- It's going to go, do not worry, she said, squeezing hard. She felt, if tense, trembling like a leaf. He kept saying, I killed a man, I killed a man.

- Listen to me Harry, she said so in a firm voice, taking him by the shoulders, forcing him to look up. You had no choice, it was you or him, it was you and me against the most evil wizard in history. Anyway Quirrell was condemned, Voldemort never would have let him live, even after getting the Philosopher's Stone. You did the right thing!

He nodded his head slightly and she was released. They stayed a few seconds in tense silence.

- Eli Why me? Harry suddenly asked in a weak voice. It was not me the boy-who-have-survived! It is not I who defeated Voldemort at the age of one year! It is Ryan that would do the job, he is the elect of the wizarding world, the savior, he said out of breath.

- Harry, Elisabeth said, sternly, you know full well that your brother is absolutely worthless. Facing Voldemort, he does not distance, he would view as two seconds, and I'm still kind of extreme! And it's not just a question of strength or power, but of courage and justice. You fought because you knew it was just because it was the right thing. That's what makes you different from your brother makes you someone powerful, someone special who is capable of great things. I trust you, Harry, added her voice very soft. And I'm so proud of you, so, does it end with a huge smile. Tears glistened in her blue eyes, and this view was the greatest balm that Harry could receive. Through tears of pain and fear ran down his cheeks, he smiled back.

- What we do now? Elizabeth asked after a few minutes. It's true that you have the stone?

Harry gave him a wink and left the stone from his pocket.

- I do not know how it got there, he explained, pointing to the stone, she watched carefully. I was looking in the mirror, suddenly I got seen and the stone fell into my pocket.

- This should be a delight to Dumbledore, 'said a dreamy Elizabeth. She approached the mirror and examined more closely.

The mirror, which Harry had dreamed in the past, was absolutely beautiful. As high as the ceiling of a classroom, with a carved gold frame, he was placed on two feet provided with claws. Elizabeth noticed an inscription above the mirror 'Erised ELRU ocnot EDSI Amega siv notsap ert nomen ej'. She looked at that sentence carefully for several minutes, then turned to Harry, who was watching.

- It is a mirror that shows your deepest desire, she said, slowly. If my assumptions are correct, Dumbledore has hidden the stone in the mirror, and only someone with good intentions could get it.

- Harry, she said after some hesitation. Do you have seen your deepest desire? What is it?

Harry shrugged but said nothing. Clearly he did not want to discuss this issue, and even if it pained him, she respected that. She took one last look at the image of his greatest desire reflected in the mirror and returned along with Harry, then slowly they both returned to the castle.

About half an hour later both were on the third floor.

- You go to the infirmary to see if Draco and Neville are going well, 'said Harry, firmly. I'm going to give the stone to Dumbledore.

Elizabeth nodded and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. She went towards the hospital while Harry went to the principal's office at Hogwarts.

On the way, the events of the night were constantly replaying in his head like a bad movie. The realization of what he had done, the implications of his actions, all jostling in his head and anxiety. And if Dumbledore did not believe him? And if he threw in Azkaban for killing a teacher? He had no evidence that the pre-pro-Professor Quirrell was possessed by Voldemort, deemed to be dead for a decade now.

He finally arrived at the gargoyle guarding the headmaster's office. Harry knew, because of Remus, the password for Dumbledore's office was always the name of a candy bar, Muggle or witch. Having no other choice, he enumerated one by one the names of sweets. It was the end of the twenty-third nest of cockroaches, the gargoyle was opened and revealed to Harry a spiral staircase on which he ascended.

He arrived in the office of Hogwarts, very anxious. Dumbledore's office was large and spacious. On the walls were portraits of the former directors of Hogwarts, some slept, others watched with curiosity and surprise. In one corner was a phoenix that Harry had ever heard, and next to the Sorting Hat.

The Sorting Hat put me in Slytherin, thought the young wizard, who has permanently cut off from my family and made me what I am today. I do not know if I should be proud or not.

There was no trace of Dumbledore and Harry had not the courage to visit his personal apartments.

- Excuse me, he said in a polite tone towards the tables. Do you know if Professor Dumbledore is sleeping? he asked to nobody in particular.

- What are you doing at this time in the principal's office? asked the portrait of a fat man with the look tough. Harry recognized the portrait, he was his distant ancestor, Bowan Potter, head of Hogwarts between 1821 and 1844.

- Leave him alone Potter, said the portrait of Phineus Black in an irritated tone. Professor Dumbledore is not at Hogwarts right now, he said more kindly for Harry. It is moving to London.

Harry shook his head in acquiescence, but said nothing. He knew he had to see Dumbledore to explain what had happened. But one side he would not say no to a lack of confrontation.

But he had to return the stone to Dumbledore deliver it to the shelter. Maybe I can drop into his office and then leave. This is perhaps not very Gryffindor, but after all, I'm in Slytherin. And if Dumbledore wants an explanation, it will only have to come see me, after all, he need only ask the portraits.

Harry made his decision. He took out the stone from his pocket and slowly put it on the desktop. After one last glance in the direction of the stone, he turned and left the office of Dumbledore.
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