What a Year

Chapter Seventeen

I hate computers so much! That's all I'm even going to say. At least this rewrite is finished.

"You?" Harry broke my trance. "But...Snape? He was supposed to-"

"Yes, he does seem like the type doesn't he? Who would ever expect poor, st-t-tuttering Professor Quirrell?" This made no sense. How could it be Quirrell? My head was spinning out of control.

"But Snape tried to kill me," Harry spoke. "That day at the Quidditch match."

"No dear boy, I tried to kill you!" Quirrell exclaimed. "And if that fool wouldn't have been muttering that silly counter curse, I would have succeeded."

"So, Snape tried to save him?" I said aloud. "See, I told you Snape wasn't that bad, Harry."

"Now's not the time to discuss this," Harry whispered.

"Now, what does this mirror do?" Quirrell turned to face the glass. "I see it, I see what I desire. I see myself holding the stone, but how do I get it?"

"Use the children," I jumped about two feet into the air. Where did that voice come from?

"Come here you two, now!" Quirrell shouted.

"Harry, what are you doing?" I grabbed a hold of his sweater. "Why are you going to him?"

"Let go of me, Haylee," Harry said.

"Are you crazy? He could kill you," I cried.

"Let go of him, girl," the professor yelled.

"No, don't give into him, Harry," but he pulled out of my grasp.

"Yes, very good, now, tell me what you see," Quirrell told him.

"Don't listen to him, Harry!" I screamed.

"Be quite, child! Another peep out of you and you will wish you were dead,"

"I'd like to see you try," I challenged. What could he do to me anyway?

"Don't test me. Potter, what do you see?" he asked.

"Don't say anything!" I shouted.

I don't remember much after that. I saw Quirrell raise his hand, my back connected with the far brick wall, there was a crack sound, and everything went black.

"…doing here, Mr. Malfoy?"

"I was in potions and I cut my hand. Could I have a potion to clean it up please?" Did Malfoy just say please?

There was a loud sigh before the clinking of glass vials flew through my ears.

"What exactly were you cutting with?" Madame Pomfrey asked.

"A knife," came the reply. "So, is she going to be alright?" Who was the she he was referring too?

"Yes, she should be waking up in a few moments time. She and Mr. Potter were found down under the school. Mr. Weasley and Miss. Granger went straight to Dumbledore and told him that they were down there. I could only guess what happened. They were both unconscious."

"Hmm, well, thanks you for fixing my hand," The footsteps faded away.

"Ugh, what hit me?" My eyelids fluttered open. "It feels like I was run over by the Hogwarts Express."

"You were asleep for about an hour, dear," Madame Pomfrey placed a potion on my bedside table. "Do you remember anything?"

"Um, hitting a wall," I answered. "What am I doing here?"

"You and your brother were brought up unconscious. You can't tell me anything about being under the school?"

"No, I don't remember," I said. "Where's Harry? I know I was with him."

"Over there," she pointed. "Was in almost as bad a position as you when you got here."

"Is he going to wake up soon?" I asked.


"Can I leave please?" I asked. "I would like to go to the common room before the feast starts."

"I suppose, but be careful. You had a mid concussion," she answered.

"I'll try me best," I hopped off of the bed and headed up to the Gryffindor tower.

"Haylee, are you feeling better? We were so worried," wow, were they really waiting outside the infirmary the entire time?

"I'm fine," I answered. "What about you two?"

"Perfect," Ron answered.

"What about Harry? Madame Pomfrey wouldn't tell us anything," Hermione added.

"He should be alright," I said. "If you don't mind though, I would like to go up to the common room and change before heading to the Great Hall for the End of the Year Feast."

"That sounds like a good idea," Ron agreed. "I've been told by my brothers that the food is outstanding."

"For you, Ron, the food is always outstanding," Hermione and I laughed. "And I hope that Harry would meet up with us. That is if he wakes up in time."

"Why would I not wake up?" My ears perked up. He was awake, that was fast.

"Harry, you're OK," I hugged him tightly. "I was so worried that you wouldn't wake up. What happened down there? I don't remember what happened."

"Well, after you went down, Quirrell told me to look in the mirror and stuff. Somehow, I have no idea, but the stone appeared in my pocket and he wanted it," Harry started.

"You didn't give it to him right?" We all asked.

"No, what kind of a person do you take me for?" he asked continuing on with his tale. "Then, this was the craziest part; under Quirrell's turban was Voldemort."

"What?" I asked. "I think you hit your head too hard."

"No, I'm serious," Harry stated. "He was on the back of Quirrell's head, and he was talking to me."

"What happened to Quirrell then?" Hermione wondered. "I haven't seen him."

"He, kind of well, fell apart," he said.

"What do you mean, fell apart?" I asked. "A person doesn't just fall apart."

"When I touched him he began to turn to stone or something, and he just fell apart. I can't really explain it," he said. "Can we not talk about it right now? I'm hungry and I would like to see who one the house cup."

"Then let's go," Ron insisted.

The tables were full to capacity, and food lined the entire surface. Ron was right, the food was incredible. I couldn't believe that it was the end of the year already. Time sure did fly. Everything was spectacular. Except for the horrid green and silver Slytherin banners that hung overhead. They just had to win didn't they?

"Your attention please," Professor McGonagall hollered.

Dumbledore got to his feet and began his speech; "Another year has passed us by, and what an unusual time it has been. Now, as I understand, the House Cup has to be rewarded, and the points stand as this. In fourth place, with 312 points, Gryffindor, third place, with 352 points, Hufflepuff, in second place, with 426 points, Ravenclaw, and in first place, with 472 points, Slytherin," The table on the far side went ballistic. Stupid Slytherins, think they are so cool. I could see Malfoy and his band of thugs cheering along with the rest of those slimy gits. "Yes, yes, well done Slytherin, well done, however recent events must be taken into account," the room grew quite. Was he about to hand out more points? "And I have a few, last minute points to award." This has to be the best day ever. "To Miss Hermione Granger, the cool use of intellect when others were in grave peril, fifty points," Be burst into a thunderous applause. "Secondly, to Mr. Ronald Weasley, for the best game of chess that Hogwarts has seen in many years, fifty points," another round of applause. "And third, to Mr. and Miss. Potter, for pure nerve and standing courage. I award Gryffindor house another sixty points."

"Guys, we're tied with Slytherin!" I exclaimed. If only we had ten more points and beat them. Then I would really stick it to that jerk over there.

"And finally, it takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies, but a great deal more to stand up to your friends. So, with that being said, I award ten points to Neville Longbottom," Holy crap, we won the House Cup! Neville was in such a daze that he didn't even notice the congratulations he was getting. "Assuming my calculations are correct, I believe a change of decoration is in order," with a loud clap, the green banners switched into our red and gold ones. "Gryffindor wins the House Cup."

The entire table went crazy! McGonagall even let out a cheer. Glancing back over to the enemies table, I saw Malfoy with a look of disgust on his face. Sticking my tongue out at him in a childly manner, I took my black hat off and tossed it into the air. The others followed suite. Sweet, I was a trend setter.

My trunk was packed, the beds in the dorm were made, and we were finally headed back home. Back to the, god I didn't even want to say it, Dursley's. After everything that has happened, I really didn't want go back. Dudley and his friends were probably going to bully us to no tomorrow when we got back. I was not going to like that.

"Feels strange to be going home, doesn't it?" Hermione asked as the three of us loaded into the train.

"It doesn't feel like we are going home," I said. "Not really. Did you see where Harry went? He just goes to the randomest places."

"Why are you picking on me so much?" Harry asked from behind me. He just shows up out of nowhere also.

"Because it's fun," I said. "What do you have there?"

"Oh, Hagrid gave it to me," he flipped the cover open. "It's a bunch of pictures. Mum and dad are in here. See?"

"Awe, look how cute I was," I giggled at the picture of myself in mum's arms.

"Oh Haylee, what am I ever going to do with you?" I laughed. I loved my brother so much.

HermioneandMarcus- Sorry this one took forever, my computer is a piece of shit. I'm glad you liked the last chapter though.

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