Disclaimer: Harry Potter and friends belong to J.K. Rowling. I make no money from this story.
**Any print in italics is quoted directly from J.K. Rowling, or is memory/flashback.**
WARNING: THIS STORY IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE.
A/N: Yes, people we are starting to slip away from cannon from here on out. Some events will happen similarly, but many things will be different. Enjoy!
A/N: I am starting back to classes and may be slower on updating. I will try to get at least 1 chapter every 2 weeks, hopefully closer to 1 chapter per week. Also, THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER OF HLP. We will be starting a new story for the second book and each book thereafter. Look for HLP2 – Slytherin's Secrets coming soon.
"If you are going to be here, you must be quiet."
Harriet could hear the quiet, firm voice of Madam Pomphrey. She opened her eyes and glanced around. She was once again lying in the infirmary. The curtains around her cot were closed but she could hear Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape talking quietly to the headmaster.
"Are you sure it was Voldemort?" Dumbledore's voice asked.
"Yes, it was stuck to the back of Quirrel's head all this time," McGonagall replied softly.
"Is the child alright?"
"Poppy says she will be fine," this time it was Snape's voice that answered. "I am hoping when she wakes up she will tell us why she was there in the first place."
"Quidditch practice ran late," Harriet spoke up.
The curtain slid open and the three adults stared down at her.
"How long have you been awake," Professor Snape questioned.
"Not long, sir. I had just heard that last question you asked and felt I should explain myself."
Professor Snape's expression became forbidding. "By all means, enlighten us."
"Well, sir, Wood kept us late at quidditch practice. I was behind on my potions essay and took a shortcut to Gryffindor tower. I didn't even realize I was near the defense classrooms until I heard Professor Quirrel's voice. He was arguing with someone, Voldemort I guess, about killing me. I didn't even realize I was moving closer to the door until I was there. My scar was hurting something fierce and I think I made a sound because they came out and started attacking me. I'm so glad you and Professor McGonagall showed up because they likely would have killed me…" she trailed off, reaching around on the table for her glasses.
Harriet put the glasses on her face and looked around the now clearly visible room. Madam Pomphrey was just coming out of her office. "Madam, may I have some water please?"
Voices outside the door ended any further conversation. Herman, Rhonda and several of their friends burst into the room.
"OUT," Madam Pomphrey screeched at them as she handed a goblet of water to Harriet, "this is a hospital, not the great hall. You may leave and return in groups of two. If you are quiet I will allow you to visit Miss Potter."
They hung their heads as they trooped out silently. Harriet watched the three teachers slip into Madam Pomphrey's office out of the corner of her eye. A moment later, Rhonda and Herman appeared in the doorway.
"Madam Pomphrey, may we visit Harriet?" Rhonda requested in a low voice.
"Yes, come in Miss Weasley. You may visit for fifteen minutes. If Miss Potter is not over-excited, she may leave the infirmary tomorrow."
Rhonda and Herman sat down in chairs, one on either side of the bed.
"Did you see all the gifts people sent you?" Rhonda asked, gazing around at all of the get-well gifts piled around the bed.
"Oh, Merlin," Harriet groaned, "Why do they do this?"
"Because you are 'The Girl Who Lived,'" Herman smirked.
Harriet groaned again, "well, I expect you to help me eat all of this candy," she looked around again. "Gods, I have no idea where I am going to put all of this."
They spent the rest of the visit going over what had happened. It didn't surprise Harriet that the entire school had learned what had happened. Before they realized it, Madam Pomphrey was ushering her friends out.
"You can see them again tomorrow at the end of the year feast if you rest now," the old nurse instructed.
Harriet was overwhelmed by the volume of voices as she opened the door to the great hall. The noise trickled down to silence as people noticed her standing there. The room was awash in Blue and Bronze, signifying that for the first time in years, Ravenclaw had won the House Cup. Harriet winced as three of the four tables began to clap and cheer, the Slytherins quite obviously unimpressed. She hurried over to the Gryffindor table and sat down across from Herman and Rhonda.
Rhonda immediately hugged her. "Harriet, I'm so glad you are better. I swear if I had to listen to Lavender and Pavarti going on about whether you were going to live or die, I think I would have smothered the both of them in their sleep," she shot a glare toward the end of the table where the two offenders sat chattering with Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas.
Harriet giggled, "the certainly gossip a lot don't they?"
"I doubt there is a secret in this entire school that the two of them don't know," Herman put in, piling pancakes on his plate and dousing them with a liberal amount of chocolate syrup.
Harriet glanced at his plate and shuddered. She delicately stacked three pancakes on her plate and topped them with strawberry compote and a strong dose of whipped cream.
"You are probably right," Rhonda replied, stabbing a sausage with her fork.
The rest of the conversation was cut off as Dumbledore stood and tapped the side of his goblet with a knife.
"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 needs awarding, and the points stand thus: In fourth place, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and forty-six points; in third, Gryffindor, with three hundred and seventy-two; Slytherin has four hundred and twenty-two and Ravenclaw with four hundred and ninety-five."
There was a lot of clapping and cat-calls from the Ravenclaw table and several boos from the Slytherin table. Harriet could see Draco Malfoy and his goons making obscene gestures toward the Ravenclaw table.
"Ahem," said Dumbledore. "I have a few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes… First—to Miss Rhonda Weasley for cool use of logic when other's lives were endangered, I award Gryffindor fifteen points."
Rhonda blushed a shade of purple that had her looking like a radish with a sunburn.
Second—to Mr. Herman Granger for exemplary academic and research skills, I award Gryffindor fifteen points."
Herman smiled proudly as Gryffindor table clapped. Gryffindors all around them were ecstatic—they were thirty points up.
Third—to Miss Harriet Potter…" Harriet blushed as the room fell silent. "...for pure nerve and outstanding courage in the face of almost certain death, I award Gryffindor House twenty points."
Cheers broke out at Gryffindor table and Fredrica and Georgia began chanting "We are tied with Slytherin, we are tied with Slytherin…" Harriet could see speculation in the faces of many of the students from other houses. She imagined there was quite a bit of whispering going on.
In all the excitement, Harriet nearly forgot about exam marks. She saw the look of surprise on Herman's face when he saw her exam marks.
"My uncle insists that I keep my grades exemplary," she explained before he could question her. She changed the subject, "how did you two do?"
"I did well," Herman said modestly, holding up a paper that was all 'Outstandings.'
"I did okay," Rhonda said, frowning down at her paper. "I got E's or A's in everything except History of Magic."
"That's alright," Herman said, "few people can focus on the topic when Professor Binns drones on incessantly."
"Yeah, next year, read ahead and take notes on each chapter before you come to class, then even if you fall asleep in class, you aren't missing anything," Harriet suggested as she hefted her trunk and Hedwig's cage onto a trolley to be taken to the train..
"I'm going to miss you two over the summer," she whispered, tearing up.
"Me too, I promise to try and write to you every day," Rhonda hugged her.
"I'll write too. Perhaps our parents will let us get together over the summer?" Herman suggested.
"Mine won't mind, mum loves company," Rhonda replied.
Harriet scuffed the toe of her trainer on the floor. "Uncle Toby travels a lot. I don't know if he will let me visit, but I will ask. If not, I will see of Cousin Andy will let me come when I go to stay with her."
"Your uncle sounds really strict," Rhonda moaned.
"Uncle Toby? He's okay. He's just worried that I'm going to get hurt or kidnapped or something. Besides, his job keeps him really busy over the summer. I'll ask him anyway. Maybe he will let me stay at your house when he is out of town if it is alright with your mum," Harriet suggested to Rhonda.
Rhonda brightened, "I'll be sure to ask mum as soon as we reach the platform. Is your uncle going to be there to pick you up?"
"No, he's still going to be at work when we get in. My cousin Dora is picking me up. Come on, let's see if we can get a carriage together," she rushed outside, eager to avoid any more questions about her uncle.
A/N: Here ends book 1 of HLP. I hope you enjoyed it. Please stay tuned for HLP2: Slytherin's Secrets. I hope the first chapter will be up in the next week or so.
Also, anything in Italics in this chapter is a direct quote form Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone by J.K. Rowling.