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Chapter 20: Ron Weasley's Totally Awesome Adventure!

It was a lovely Wednesday afternoon when the last end of term exam was completed. They were free from essays and study sessions until their second year began. That was assuming that they had passed all of their exams, but as Hermione once put it, how could they not with the amount of time they put into it?

Several of the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff first years, including Harry and Hermione found themselves relaxing under a tree on the shore of the Black Lake, where they watched the giant squid play in the cool water. Unfortunately, not all of the first year students could simply relax now that the exams were done.

"So what did you put down for question twenty-nine a of the charms exam?" Hermione began to interrogate Ernie Macmillan. "I wasn't sure if I got all of the parts of-"

"Oh, Hermione," Neville finally snapped. "Give it a rest. The exams are over and done with. If you got anything less than an 'outstanding' I will personally go with you to find Professor Flitwick and have him go over whatever you missed."

"Really?" Hermione asked with her eyes lighting up. "Truly you will?"

"You have my word, Hermione," Neville said solemnly to the amusement of the rest of their group of friends. Harry noticed that Lavender, Parvati and Susan Bones seemed to have a very annoying case of the giggles at this point.

"I'll hold you to it," Hermione said while shooting Neville a shrewd look that promised of pain if he ever decided to go back on his word.

"So, what are you guys planning on doing this summer?" Hannah Abbott shyly asked Hermione, Harry and Neville. Annoyingly she would blush whenever she looked at Harry.

"Gran has set up some flying lessons for me," Neville said a bit embarrassed. "I never got the hang of it after that first class. Oh, and she said I can start renovating Granddad's old greenhouse," Neville said while suddenly not making eye contact with anyone. "It kind of went into a state of disarray after he died, but Professor Sprout told Gran what talent I have with Herbology, so over the next few summers we're going to restore it.

"Oh, that's wonderful, Neville," Hermione gushed, "You're going to have to tell me more about it once you have the specifics made. I on the other hand don't have too much stuff going on. Mum, Dad and I are going to take a small holiday to Spain at the beginning of the summer for about three weeks. After that I'm just going to study and read up for next year. I think my Pappy is coming for a week or so but it's up in the air. His health has been rather frail lately. "

"You'll have to visit me and Lexi when you're not too busy," Harry commented. "You know she is just dying to see you again."

"Lexi?" Lavender questioned, her face squished up in a look of confusion. "Who is Lexi? Is she your cousin or a muggle friend of yours?"

"Nah," Harry said with a bitter laugh realizing once again the wizarding world didn't seem to care about his not famous sister, but then again in his new friends defense he didn't exactly flaunt Lexi around like a doll. "She's my baby sister. We live together at my Aunt, Uncle and cousin Dudley."

"You have a baby sister?" Ernie asked in complete shock. "Why haven't we heard about her sooner?"

Hermione had made a loud tisking noise when Ernie asked his first question, "Don't let Lexi hear you calling her Harry's baby sister. Lexi is just a little more than a year younger than us and she'll be coming to Hogwarts our third year."

"But that still doesn't explain why we never heard of her before," Susan Bones piped up. "There was never a mention of Harry having a sister in any of the books written about him and when he defeated Voldemort as a baby."

"I guess that goes to show you, you can't trust everything you read," Harry replied nonchalantly while Hermione wacked his arm for his jibe against books. "I don't know why no one knew about Lexi after my parents died. But I do know they kept her birth very secret and it was done through muggle means. So, that could be a factor in why no one really knows much about Lexi."

"But why haven't you said anything before," Lavender all but whined out.

"Do I know everything about your family?" Harry sharply asked. "I didn't think so," Harry continued since nobody replied. "I should be no different than anyone else. My personal life should not be made public because of something that happened to me a long time ago."

"Wow," Neville said changing the direction of the conversation. "She was born the muggle way but she was a witch?"

"I was born the muggle way," Hermione said with a frown gracing her features. "What's so wrong with that?"

"Oh, nothing," Neville quickly said to correct his mistake. "But it is unheard of for a witch or wizard born to magical parents to be born the muggle way. Honestly, she must be like the only one."

"I highly doubt that," Harry cut in, not liking the fact that his friend thought Lexi was unusual or different because of her birth. "There had to be other people hiding from Death Eaters that didn't trust St. Mungo's to be safe enough for their kids to be born in during the war."

"How do you know all this?" Lavender asked with wide-eye curiosity.

"A friend of my parents," Harry replied looking at Hermione in hopes that she could change the subject.

"So, what did you think of Professor Snape's potions practical?" Hermione immediately asked to the groans of all the first years around her.

After another hour of lounging around the lake, Harry, Hermione and Neville said their farewells and headed back to the castle to beat most of the dinner rush. Ernie, who had been suspiciously silent during the rest of the gathering, finally broke his silence after standing up to gain everyone's attention.

"Alright, listen up 'Puffs, and friends," Ernie amended turning his attention to Lavender and Pavarti. "I think today we were given a chance of a life time, and I do not want to see anyone of us ruining this opportunity for everyone. Everything that was discussed here does not leave this place."

"What do you mean, Ernie?" Susan asked genuinely confused.

"What I mean is that Harry Potter gave us an opportunity to become real, trusted friends of his and I intend to loyal to him," Ernie replied. "Harry opened up to us and shared a bit of his life that no one really knows about. He did that freely with no strings attached. I do not want to see anyone betray that trust that Harry placed in us. Whether you are a 'Puff or a Gryffindor, I hope you will all join me in protecting Harry's privacy. That means, no one outside of this circle of friends will learn about Harry's sister. It won't be in the Prophet nor will there be any people from this school trying to write this little girl to learn more about Harry, alright?"

Everyone murmured their agreement and Ernie smiled considering everyone easily followed his plan.

"Good," Ernie continued, "Now can someone share this with Neville as well? I don't think we need to worry about Athena. It seems like she has known about this Lexi for a while now."

"Lexi?" the disembodied voice of Sirius Black called through the dusty attic of number four, Privet Drive. It was a lot easier for Sirius to move through the Dursley household whenever he wanted now that he and Lexi had the invisibility cloak. "Are you in here?"

"Yes, Sirius," Lexi replied from her spot behind a large box that hid the tiny girl's frame. "I'm going through some of old things Aunt Petunia hid up here in the attic."

Sirius almost snorted since he knew why the items had been placed in the attic. Most of the stuff he had found Lexi going through where either things from Petunia's childhood or things that had been once owned by Petunia's parents Dave and Rose Evans. Anything that could be in some way related back to memories of Lily or Petunia's deceased parents were hidden up here to be lost to the dust. Unfortunately for Harry and Lexi it seemed that Petunia threw anything that was once Lily's in the rubbish.

A small smile spread across his face when he saw Lexi so intent in her little project to understand her grandparents better, at that's what Sirius thought her project was about. After the Christmas fiasco, the poor dear lost some of her sparkle, that spark that made her so lively and amazing. Sirius knew he couldn't take sides in the squabble that had developed between Harry and Lexi. He was both of their godfather, so he was determined to be there for both of them. All that Sirius was glad for was that Harry and Lexi made up. He would have to get something very special for the Granger girl as a gift for helping the Potter children make up,

"Find anything interesting?" Sirius asked still hidden under the cloak. He tended to never take it off while he was in the house. He was concerned that the one time he did would be the one time a Dursley would be looking for Lexi and would find him. While he was a person who loved to take risks, he felt being discovered was just one of those things that would be detrimental to his ability to take care of his godchildren.

"Just some old photos and cloths," Lexi replied a bit too distractedly for Sirius's taste. What he had to talk to the little girl about would require her full attention.

"Lexi, can you come over here for a minute?" Sirius began, hating how serious his tone sounded.

"What's wrong, Sirius?" Lexi asked as she walked around the box looking around the attic as if she could determine his location while he wore the cloak.

"I just need to talk to you about something really important," Sirius began trying to lighten his tone as he spoke. "You remember what I told you the goblins suggested I do before Christmas?"

"Yeah," Lexi replied squishing her nose in concentration. "They wanted you to change your appearance so that you could walk around like a free man. Didn't they want you to get plastic surgery or something like that?"

"Yes, that was it exactly," Sirius answered proud that his goddaughter was as sharp as a tack. "After long consideration and many heated discussions with Moony, you remember him, right?" Lexi nodded and Sirius went on, "I've decided that I won't do anything as drastic or permanent as change my appearance in that manner."

"Why not?" Lexi asked her confusion evident on her face. "Don't you want us to live with you and to be able to go out in public?"

"Of course I do, Lexi," Sirius replied with a sigh. "I'm just very leery about trusting the goblins, no matter how nice they were to you on your first visit to Gringotts. Having plastic surgery would completely change my appearance for ever. Moony and I did some research and I think I found a way to have the same effects that plastic surgery would cause without the permanent side-effect."

"What do you plan to do?" Lexi asked eagerly.

"Well, pixie, I plan to have a charm cast on myself that is typically used for hiding an object-" Sirius began only to be cut off.

"But if you are hiding yourself then how can we go live with you eventually?" Lexi asked in one breath.

"Lexi," Sirius began, while placing his hand on her shoulder to give her an indication of where his invisible form was and as a means to calm the young witch down. "You didn't let me finish. The charm is used for hiding an object, not a person. For an example, a house could be hidden from all but those that know the secret. People could look right at it, but their eyes would either see a vacant lot or the buildings next to it."

"Since I am a living, breathing person, I cannot be hidden by the Fidelius Charm," Sirius continued. "We don't think anything that can be classified as alive could be hidden with any variation of the charm. But instead, Moony and I tweaked the charm a bit and instead of hiding an object, we will be hiding a thing, more specifically my real identity."

Lexi's eyes lit up with comprehension. "So, if they were looking right at you, they would not know you were Sirius Black?"

"Even if I was standing right next to a wanted poster with my picture and name right on it," Sirius replied with a nod. "They would look right at me and would accept any other name for me, other than Sirius Black. Although, Moony still thinks I may appear familiar to them, as if they had seen me before. It is largely experimental, but it's the best option we have."

"And if this doesn't work?" Lexi asked. "Or perhaps you decide you want someone to know your real identity?"

"If it doesn't work Moony and I will reassess all my options," Sirius said with a frown on his face. He liked to think optimistically. If he went into something believing it would work, he was more confident that it would. "Also, I will still need a key part of the original Fidelius Charm, a secret keeper to share the secret with those who need to know and to guard the secret in their heart to protect it from those who should not know."

"How will you know if it works?" Lexi curiously asked, yet another question.

"Well, I plan to walk into the Leaky Cauldron," Sirius replied a bit smugly. "If no one freaks out because I'm the wanted mass murderer, Sirius Black, then I'm good. If they do freak out, then I'll get out of there faster than you can say 'Marauder'."

Lexi giggled in response to the last part of Sirius's statement. "So, when do you plan to do this?"

"Right away," Sirius replied, glad that Lexi agreed to the plan without too much fuss. "I just need my secret keeper to come with me to Moony's place, were we'll cast the spell."

Lexi nodded her head in understanding, before Sirius sprung the last part on her.

"Alexa Potter, will you be my secret keeper?"

"Are you sure you're alright, Harry?" Hermione questioned for what had to be the thousandth time that evening.

"Yeah," Harry absentmindedly replied as he rubbed his livid scar. "I've just got a headache. Don't worry about it. I'll survive."

"I'm just concerned, Harry," Hermione replied with a frown. "I think your irritating your scar by constantly rubbing your head. Are you sure you won't go see Madam Pomfrey? Maybe she can give you something for the pain? I know it's nearly curfew but I'm sure we won't get in trouble if we're going to the Hospital wing."

"Positive," Harry replied while giving Hermione what he thought was a reassuring smile. "I'll just go up to my dorm room and lie down for a while. I'll be fine by tomorrow morning?"

"Oh are you sure?" Hermione asked and she looked to be close to tears at this point. "I'm just so worried. It doesn't seem like Legilimency is the cause of your headaches, there just isn't anyone here in Gryffindor Tower that could be causing them. And since we don't know what is causing them it makes me very worried about you, Harry."

"I know, Hermione," Harry said before pulling the bushy-haired witch into a one armed hug. "But you'll see, everything will be fine by tomorrow morning."

"I'll go up with him, Hermione and make sure everything is alright," Neville volunteered from behind the duo. Neither Harry nor Hermione had noticed him before. Neville just seemed to have a way of keeping himself unnoticed when he wanted to be hidden.

"That's not necessary, mate," Harry replied not very comfortable having someone babysit him even if it would make Hermione feel better.

"It's nothing, Harry" Neville quickly replied. "I need to get something out of my trunk anyways. I'll just go up with you and reassure, Athena, over there," Neville continued in barely a whisper.

"Oh, thank you, Neville!" Hermione cried. Harry wondered what had his bushy-haired friend so worked up, but he let it go for the time being. It wouldn't do to put her into more of a state at the present moment.

After Harry bid Hermione good night, both Gryffindor boys headed up to their dorm room, only to find a horrible surprise. Instead of the nice, clean, ordered room that they had left that morning what they found was an utter mess. Robes, shirts, socks, books and rolls of parchment covered the floor. Almost instantly Harry recognized all of the items scattered around the room belong to him.

"Merlin, what happened in here?" Neville hissed as the door leading to the bathroom flew open.

"Harry!" Ron Weasley cried as he, Seamus and Dean rushed into the room. "Where is your invisibility cloak? We've got an emergency!"

Harry, and Neville, who had no knowledge of the cloak, looked dumbfound at the three boys in front of them.

For as long as Ron Weasley could remember he could recall his older brothers telling him the most amazing stories from their time at Hogwarts. Bill, his oldest brother, had a way of sharing stories that made them more of an adventure of a lifetime than simply a story from school.

So when Ron was finally old enough to go to Hogwarts, he was ready to have the adventure of a lifetime. And that adventure was off to a good start when the first person he met on the Hogwarts Express was a Muggleborn who was just as mystified and in a state of wonder of Hogwarts as he was. Well, that was until he found out the horrible truth about the boy, Harry that he met. He was Harry Bloody Potter, Hero of their world, and he played a horrible joke on Harry.

Being the butt of many of the twins' jokes at home made Ron extra mad at Harry for taking advantage of him like that, and so he made it his personal mission to teach him an important lesson. You never cross a Weasley.

The first thing Ron did was make sure all of the first years knew exactly what kind of a prick Harry really was. Ron had thought Charlie and Percy were exaggerating exactly how effective the Hogwarts Gossip Mill was, but Ron could endorse full heartily that it was fast and efficient to get information spread around the school. It sure had helped having Granger back him, at the time.

Though somehow Potter got to Granger and now they were practically married or something, for crying out loud, they never left the other alone for more than ten minutes if possible or something.

Ron was thankful when the twins actually back him up on something. They usually were just around to take the mickey out of him. However, since the 'precious Harry Potter' got the 'no first years are allowed their own broomsticks' rule over turned since he was so bloody famous, the twins were all for taking Ron's lead. They began the best pranking campaign that Ron had been witness to since the Weasley Family Prank War of '89.

Then before Ron knew it, the Christmas holidays were upon them and Harry went home for the break. Since his mum, dad and Ginny went to Romania to visit Charlie, Ron and his brothers all had to stay at Hogwarts. During that break, Ron was the king of the dorm room. His bedroom at the Burrow while not shared with anyone else was extremely small and cramped. There was no one else to share the room with and he finally had a large area that he could consider his room and his room alone. Life was great and Ron highly doubted it could get any better than it was.

And that was where everything began to go downhill.

The day after Christmas, Ron noticed a strange looking package on Potter's bed. Since it wasn't his, he had no intentions of touching it; however, its mere presence in the dorm room seemed to call to him. It wasn't wrapped like a Christmas gift, since all he could see was brown paper coving the mystery object. The thing was just a mystery.

By the third day of constantly seeing the package, Ron did something incredibly stupid. He opened it to see what it was. And boy was he surprised when he found the object within the mystery package was a real, genuine invisibility cloak.

Ron knew right then he should rewrap the package and put the cloak back, never to think about it again. However, that wasn't what he did. Instead he decided that trying it out once wouldn't hurt anything. It wasn't like there were many people in the castle to catch him out of bounds while he was testing the cloak out. So, he did that first night. And again the next night. And the next night…

Before Ron knew it, he was going out on nightly adventures with the invisibility cloak trying to find that adventure he was sure to have once he was a student at Hogwarts.

But not too much later, it was time for everyone to return from the break and Ron was well aware he had to return the cloak. But he didn't want to. The cloak was his way of having the great adventure at Hogwarts that he always knew he would have.

So he didn't return it right away. Instead he convinced himself he would return it later by putting it under Harry's bed, rewrapped and pretend like he had no idea how the cloak could have possibly gotten there. He needed to have his totally awesome adventure first.

Unfortunately for Ron, he never got the chance to test out whether his plan regarding the cloak would work since he got caught by none other than Headmaster Dumbledore one night when he was out of bounds. Ron had never been more embarrassed or ashamed of himself in his life. At first he blamed Harry for getting that stupid cloak, but Harry didn't make Ron take it. If McGonagall was right, then Harry had no knowledge of the cloak. This mess was all of his own making.

He was assigned nightly detentions with Hagrid, the Grounds Keeper, and he dutifully went to them, fulfilling his punishment. The hardest part was dealing with his brothers. He was lucky that Percy felt responsible for his behavior on one level, so he never wrote their mum and dad about Ron stealing the cloak. However, Percy acted like a complete prat to Ron and everyone else he came in contact with. And the twins, well, they had sort of bonded with Ron over Harry Potter, but now Ron was sleeping with one eye open, to try to anticipate their retaliatory prank on him.

Ron had royally messed everything up.

But the detentions were not so bad. Hagrid was a great bloke and not too many people knew what Ron had done, so he could keep that to himself. Malfoy may have constantly teased Ron for having to do servant's work but really, it was better than Malfoy teasing him over the truth of the matter. Not to mention Seamus and Dean, the friends he had made in his dorm never knew what happened, so they were very supportive of him when Malfoy would try to start something.

One day while Ron was serving one of his detentions the greatest thing happened. Hagrid let it slip that he had a dragon egg. Ron had finally found something cool and secret that was going on at Hogwarts! Over the course of a few days, Ron, Seamus and Dean went to Hagrid's hut to watch over the egg. Then finally on day it hatched! It was so wicked!

They helped Hagrid take care of the thing over the course of two weeks, in which time Ron was bitten by the Norriwegin Ridgeback that Hagrid affectionately named Norbert. Then suddenly one day Norbert was gone. A teary-eyed Hagrid explained to the boys that Dumbledore learned of the dragon and had to send him away or Hagrid could possibly be sent to Azkaban. According to Hagrid it was amazing that the wardens overseeing the Dementors never learned of the dragon's existence.

So just like that, Ron's great Hogwarts adventure was over. Until Hagrid mentioned Fluffy…

Apparently Hagrid let Dumbledore borrow his three-headed dog so to help him protect something that was between Dumbledore and some guy named Nicholas Flamel. Ron, Seamus and Dean went and visited Fluffy trying to see the dog through the keyhole of the door. Unfortunately, they only got a quick glimpse of the dog before Potter and Granger showed up ruining everything.

But Ron quickly put that behind him as he tried to figure out exactly what Fluffy was protecting. After trying to find more about this Flamel guy in the library and coming up with nothing, Ron decided maybe it would be easier to ask that brain, Granger if she knew of him. Low and behold Granger came through with them. She had the biggest book in the world, and information about Nicholas Flamel was in it, along with the information about the Sorcerer's Stone.

For some reason Nicholas Flamel and Dumbledore were hiding the Sorcerer's Stone in Hogwarts. So, somebody must be looking for it. And that meant that Ron's great adventure was back on!

Ron and his friends had spent some time trying to figure out who was most likely to want to steal the stone, and the only person they could think would want to do that was Snape. So, when Snape let it slip that Dumbledore was gone earlier that day, they knew that he would be going for the stone that night. With Dumbledore gone, it was the perfect time for him to try to get the stone.

"Harry!" Ron rushed out of the bathroom after looking through Harry's bath supplies in search of the cloak. They hadn't been able to find it when they looked though all of Harry's belongings in the dorm room. "Where is your invisibility cloak? We've got an emergency!""

Harry and Neville stared blankly at Ron and his friends. Ron didn't have the time to deal with this! He had the school, no, the world to save.

"What?" Harry sputtered, "How do you know about the cloak?"

"Um, that's not important," Ron said as he could feel his face turn red. "But what is important is that the fate of the world is dependent on whether or not we can use your cloak."

Neville just stupidly stared at Ron, while Harry was studying him. Ron just hoped that Harry would just hand over the cloak already.

"I don't have the invisibility cloak," Harry replied and Ron couldn't believe Harry's audacity.

"There is no need to pretend, Harry," Ron said with as much patients as he could. "I know you have a cloak. I, um, saw it before."

"You're the one who had it," Harry rightfully accused.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Potter," Ron replied angrily.

"It doesn't matter," Harry said and it clear that he was angry as well. "I don't know where you get off helping yourself to my belongings and disrespecting my personal space. But it doesn't matter since I don't have the cloak."

"What?" Ron couldn't believe his ears. While Harry did have a good point that Ron should have talked to him before looking for the cloak he had a good reason not to. Ron didn't want Harry involved. This was supposed to be his adventure.

"I sent my cloak home," Harry said making eye contact with Ron. "Why did you want it?"

"Doesn't matter now," Ron said grumpily. "Come on guys, we've got to do this by ourselves."

With that Ron, Dean and Seamus stormed out of the dorm room. They had a stone to protect!

Lexi looked around the small home in wonder. Even though she had met Remus numerous times she had never been over to his home before. It was very nice in a simple laid back sort of way. The living room, the room that Sirius apparated her into, just had a simple couch and chair as the only pieces of furniture in the room. The walls were lined with different books and a glance at the titles showed that they were both muggle and magical. On the fireplace, the only other significant feature of the room, were magical pictures of a time long ago considering her parents were subjects in several of them.

It never occurred to Lexi that Remus Lupin lost his whole family, the same day she and Harry lost their parents. But by looking at the pictures on the wall it was clear that was the case.

"So, let's do this," Sirius said with a clap of his hands. He couldn't fool Lexi. His nervousness was written all over his face.

"Are you sure this is what you want to do, Padfoot?" Remus asked with a very concerned look on his face.

"Of course, Moony," Sirius said dismissively. "We talked about this several times and we both know that this is the best option."

"Lexi," Remus said, kneeling down in front of her to look her in the eye, "What Sirius has asked of you is a great burden for someone your age to take on. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes," Lexi said with her chin held up high. "I would do anything to help Sirius. Just tell me what I need to do."

"Alright," Remus said with a defeated tone of voice. "I guess this is the best way to do this anyway. I'll cast the spell and Lexi will be the secret keeper."

"What are we waiting for?" Sirius said with a giddy voice. "Let's do this!"

Harry and Neville raced down the boy dormitory staircase after taking a few minutes to collect themselves and clean up a bit of the mess that the other boys made of Harry's belongings. As soon as they reached the common room they came face to face with a frantic Hermione.

"What in the world is going on?" Hermione hissed at them. "The other boys just went running out of the common room. Percy was so furious that he left grumbling about going to see Professor McGonagall."

"We don't know exactly what they were up to," Neville began turning to Harry. "For some reason they were looking through Harry's stuff for something."

Harry was thankful that his friend wanted to protect his privacy, but honestly, there was nothing to hide from Hermione.

"Weasley wanted the cloak," Harry said and Hermione let out a hiss at his words. "We don't know what for, but for some reason he did."

"What could he be trying to do?" Neville asked.

"All Weasley said was that there was an emergency," Harry replied to Neville.

"An emergency…" Hermione began before she trailed off. "Harry, do you think it might have something to do with when we saw them on the third floor corridor? Maybe it had something to do with that three-headed dog?"

"It's possible," Harry agreed. "But I don't know what we could do."

"Three-headed dog?" Neville squeaked out.

"Yes, it's rather disconcerting to learn that we have a three-headed dog in this school, but fortunately it's locked up," Hermione distractedly replied. "Dear Merlin! You don't think that they are going to go into the room with that monster, do you?"

"They might be," Harry agreed. "We need to do something or that dog will kill them."

"Are we sure that is where they are heading?" Neville asked curiously.

"As sure as we can be," Hermione replied. "We really don't have that much time if that locked room is where they are going."

"We need to tell someone about this," Harry began taking control of the situation. "Hermione, you need to go to a professor. Neville will come with me and we'll try to stop them before they go into that room."

After they decided their game plan, they made their way to the portrait hole they were stopped by a friendly face.

"Where do you three think you are going?" Audrey asked. "Curfew just passed."

"Ron, Seamus and Dean are going to the third floor corridor," Hermione blurted out before anyone could think of a response. "They are going to be eaten by that three-headed dog."

Audrey's eyes seemed like they were about to pop out of her head. "Three-headed dog?"

"Long story," Harry jumped into the conversation. "We don't have that much time."

"Alright," Audrey replied. "I need one of you to come with me to explain to Professor McGonagall what's going on."

"I'll go," Hermione volunteered keeping with the plan. "We must hurry."

With that Hermione and Audrey flew through the portrait hole. Harry held Neville back with his arm.

"Let's give them a minute before we leave ourselves," Harry said. "We're still sticking to the plan. Even with McGonagall they probably won't make it to them in time."

"How are we going to stop them?" Neville hesitantly asked.

"By any means necessary," was Harry's only reply.

"Is this really the best way to test this out?" Remus pleaded with Sirius as they stood outside the Leaky Cauldron. "There must be an easier way."

He really hated the fact that Sirius was being so reckless. But Remus could understand how powerless Sirius felt since he was a wanted man. Sirius should have raised Harry and Lexi. He should have never been sent to Azkaban. They had all failed him.

"Sorry, Moony," Sirius said patting his friend on the back. "You know there is no other way to do this. You didn't readily recognize me until Lexi told me the secret. This is going to work."

"Good luck, Padfoot," Remus said giving his friend a manly hug.

"Don't worry, Moony," Sirius said with a smile. "Nothing is going to go wrong."

With that Sirius walked into the Leaky Cauldron, while Remus waiting outside for the screams to begin.

Neville was definitely out of breath as he followed Harry through the halls of Hogwarts. With what he learned today it was safe to say Neville was suffering from an information overload. However, he had to admit it was thrilling to be a part of what ever this was.

"We're nearly there," Harry stated startling Neville out of his thoughts. "Damn it, the door is already open."

"Are we going to enter the room?" Neville asked a bit worried about how safe it would be to do so.

"We'll assess the situation when we get a better idea about what is going on," Harry said as they thundered down the corridor.

Before Neville knew it they were in front of the open door. They slowed down as they approached the door, moving with caution, the approached the door way to find the most startling sight.

The three-headed dog was snoring loudly in the center of the room while an enchanted harp played a song. Seamus and Dean were cowered in a corner while Ron Weasley was completely passed out in front of them. Professor Quirrell was attempting to fight off two Dementors but seemed to be worse from wear. He was pressed down to the ground and it seemed like the Dementors were moving in to injure him.

Harry moved to help Quirrell but suddenly Seamus spoke up.

"Harry, Quirrell's trying to steal the Sorcerer's Stone," Seamus began to explain what was going on. "We thought it was Snape but he was the one that was trying to push his way past Fluffy."

"Neville, go help Seamus and Dean get Ron out of here," Harry commanded as he started to move toward Quirrell again.

"Harry, what do you plan to do?" Neville asked.

"I got to help Quirrell," Harry explained. "Nobody deserves to be kissed by one of them."

Not wanting to argue with Harry, Neville quickly rushed over to Seamus and Dean. The two boys each grabbed one of Ron's arms as they started to pull him across the room. Neville had his wand out and was carefully watching everything around them. He wasn't sure what he could do but he was going to give them cover should they need it.

"Urg," Ron started to say he began to gain consciousness while they moved around the room. "This was not an amazing adventure. This just sucks."

Neville tuned out the rest of Ron's ramblings as he turned his attention to Harry. He was trying to move around the room without attacking the attention of the Dementors, which for some reason seemed to be working for him. Every few steps Harry seemed to struggle as he moved closer and closer to the Dementors and Quirrell. Suddenly, Neville remembered Harry's reaction to the monsters during the first Quidditch match of the year. This was not going to end well.

"Potter," a hiss came from Quirrell that certainly didn't match his voice. "I've been waiting to see you."

"Master, please," Quirrell cried out. "I need all our concentration on the Dementors."

"Fool," the voice hissed out. "Show me to the boy. I need to see Potter with my own eyes."

Using his wand free hand, Quirrell unwrapped the turban around his head to show the most revolting sight. On the back of his bald head was another face. Neville bit back the urge to vomit upon seeing the thing in front of him. Idly he heard the sounds of retching behind him and he knew one of the other boys couldn't stomach this face.

"What's the matter, Potter?" the face asked. "Don't like your own handy work? You ripped me from my body all those years ago. Now I am forced to live off the energies and life forces of others."

"Voldemort," Harry said with such clarity and conviction that it made Neville shudder. The face was You-Know-Who, the Dark Lord…

"Master, no!" Quirrell screamed breaking the moment.

The silver mist that had acted as a buffer between Quirrell and the Dementors dissipated and the two Dementors surged forward. One approached Quirrell from the front, and the other attacked the face that was attached to the back of his head. As one, the two Dementors swooped forward and began what Neville believed was called 'The Dementor's Kiss'.

After a few moments the Dementors let go of the body and it fell to the floor, like a puppet with its strings cut. Then the Dementors moved towards Harry and Neville.

"Really, Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall scolded as she raced through the halls. "You should have returned to Gryffindor Tower."

Hermione, Professor McGonagall, Audrey and Percy Weasley were all racing towards the third-floor corridor. Somehow, Hermione was able to convince Professor McGonagall not to turn her away earlier. But with every step closer to the room with the three-headed dog, Hermione could tell that Professor McGonagall had changed her mind.

"Please, professor," Audrey jumped in. "We're nearly there."

And they were. Hermione could see the open door, ahead of them. Ominously Ron, Seamus and Dean were all huddled on the floor in front of the door. Neville and Harry were out of sight. Suddenly a Dementor came out of the room and rushed towards the three boys.

"Expecto Patronum!" Professor McGonagall roared as a silver cat rushed out of her wand and rammed the Dementor sending it flying away from them.

Hermione sped up and ran faster than the others. She darted around the boys and ran into the room. She continued to run forward seeing Neville and Harry on the floor. From what Hermione could see, Neville was convulsing on the floor, which most likely meant he was still alive. But a second Dementor was swept over an unconscious Harry.

Not knowing what to do, but knowing if she did nothing her friend would likely die. Hermione rushed forward and tackled the Dementor, pushing it away from where it was sucking Harry's forehead.

Suddenly everything felt cold to Hermione. So, cold and lonely, it was like she would never be happy again…

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