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Something gold was glinting just above me. The Snitch! I tried to catch it, but my arms are too heavy.

I blinked. It wasn't the Snitch at all. It was a pair of glasses, how strange.

I blinked again. The smiling face of Albus Dumbledore, Y/N grandfather, swam into view above me.

"Good afternoon, Harry," said Dumbledore.

I stared at him. Then I remembered everything happened.

"Sir! The Stone and Y/N! It was Quirrell! He's got the Stone! And he got Y/N! Sir, quick--"

"Calm yourself, dear boy, you are a little behind the times," said Dumbledore. "Quirrell does not have the Stone nor Y/N. "

"Then who does? Sir, I--"

"Harry, please relax, or Madam Pomfrey will have me thrown out." He chuckled.

"Also, Y/N is next to your bed." I turned to my left and saw another body laying down.

"But unfortunately, she hasn't woken up yet." He sighed.

I swallowed and looked around him. I realised we must be in the hospital wing. I am lying in a bed with white linen sheets, and next to me was a table piled high with what looked like half the candy shop.

Same goes to Y/N; she got lots of presents, even flowers.

I feel terrible for allowing her to join us if it wasn't me. This won't happen to her.

"I'm sorry professor." I looked down to my lap.

"Don't be sorry, at least it's over now."

"Also those are tokens from your friends and admirers," said Dumbledore, beaming.

"What happened down in the dungeons between you, Y/N and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally, the whole school knows. I believe your friends Misters Fred and George Weasley were responsible for trying to send you a toilet seat. No doubt they thought it would amuse you. Madam Pomfrey, however, felt it might not be very hygienic, and confiscated it. "

"Also. . . Harry, you must keep it a secret what you saw down there in the dungeon, we usually would use a spell to make you forget about it but. . . I trust you; I want you to keep her secret." He said.

Is he perhaps talking about what happened to Y/N? About her eyes started flickering into two colours like (Y/E/C) to red eyes?

"Also I am happy that you and your friends kept the secret what happened to the troll back then, especially her eyes." He added.

"Of course professor, she's my. . . friend, I can keep her secret." I smiled.

"How long have we've been in here?"

"Three days. Mr Ronald Weasley and Miss Granger will be most relieved you have come round, and they have been anxious."

"But sir, the Stone--"

"I see you are not to be distracted. Very well, the Stone. Professor Quirrell did not manage to take it from you and Y/N. I arrived in time to prevent that, although you were doing very well on your own, I must say. "

"But sir. . . Y/N mostly did everything." I mumbled.

"Also, you got there? You got Hermione's owl?"

"We must have crossed in midair. No sooner had I reached London than it became clear to me that the place I should be was the one I had just left. But I was late."

"I couldn't have kept him off the Stone much longer -"

"Not the Stone, boy, you -- the effort involved nearly killed you and Y/N. For one terrible moment there, I was afraid it had. As for the Stone, it has been destroyed. "

"Destroyed?" I said blankly. "But your friend -- Nicolas Flamel--"

Oh, you know about Nicolas?" said Dumbledore, sounding quite delighted. "You did do the thing properly, didn't you? Well, Nicolas and I have had a little chat and agreed it's all for the best. "

"But that means he and his wife will die, won't they?"

"They have enough Elixir stored to set their affairs in order and then, yes; they will die."

Oh.

"Professor, about the invisibility cloak, do you know who sent it to me?"

"Ah, your father happened to leave it in my possession, and I thought you might like it. " Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Useful things. . . your father used it mainly for sneaking off to the kitchens to steal food when he was here. "

Steal food? Hahahaha.

"Professor, may I ask you a question. . . "

"Fire away. "

"Quirrell said, Snape--"

"Professor Snape, Harry. "

"Yes, him -- Quirrell said he hates me because he hated my father. Is that true?"

"Well, they did rather detest each other. Not unlike yourself and Mr Malfoy. And then, your father did something Snape could never forgive."

"What?"

"He saved his life. "

"What ?"

"Yes. . . " said Dumbledore dreamily. "Funny, the way people's minds work, isn't it? Professor Snape couldn't bear being in your father's debt. . . I do believe he worked so hard to protect you this year because he felt that would make him and your father even. Then he could go back to hating your father's memory in peace. . . "

I tried to understand this, but it just makes my head pound, I should stop thinking about it.

"And sir, there's one more thing. . . "

"Just the one?"

"How did we get the Stone out of the mirror?"

"Ah, now, I'm glad you asked me that. It was one of my more brilliant ideas, and between you and me, that's saying something. You see, only one who wanted to find the Stone, find it, but not use it would be able to get it. Otherwise, they'd just see themselves making gold or drinking Elixir of Life. My brain surprises even me sometimes. . . Now, enough questions. I suggest you make a start on these sweets. Ah! Bettie Bott's Every Flavor Beans! I was unfortunate enough in my youth to come across a vomit flavoured one, and since then I'm afraid I've rather lost my liking for them -- but I think I'll be safe with a nice toffee, don't you?"

He smiled and popped the golden-brown bean into his mouth. Then he choked and said, "Alas! Ear wax!"

But then we heard a screaming and crying noise, it was coming from Y/N on the other side.

She's crying on her sleep while clutching her chest, in instant Madam Pomfrey came.

"Y/N! Dear!" She runs towards her; Professor Dumbledore is already beside her trying to calm her down.

"It hurts! It hurts! It's burning! I can't breathe!" She cried.

I can't stand seeing her like this; I climbed out of bed and walked toward her.

"Y/N, dear, where does it hurt?" Professor Dumbledore asked.

"It. . . it hurts in the chest grandpapa, I... I can't breathe." She cried, I went beside her and held her hand.

"I'll go take some more medicine." Madam Pomfrey said, but Professor Dumbledore went up to her and whispered something.

"But, Albus--"

"It's the same thing happened before, and it was the only thing that stopped the pain. I am sure he gave us more of 'that' just in case it happened again." I overheard what they said.

"Ha. . . harry, did we win? Wh. . . what happened?" She whispered as tears fall to her cheek.

I nodded "He didn't get the stone, it was destroyed." I said.

"Des...destroyed? But how, how about--" She's having a hard time breathing.

"Ssshh, don't talk. You have to breathe." I said.

"Here, drink this Y/N." Madam Pomfrey came back with a glass on her hand.

She weakly drank it and laid down, "I feel getting better." She said. "I can breathe now." She added.

Madam Pomfrey sighed in relief "that's great then."

After hours of resting, I heard voices at the entrance. I saw Ron and Hermione.

"Just five minutes," I pleaded.

"Absolutely not. "

"You let Professor Dumbledore in. . . "

"Well, of course, that was the headmaster, quite different. You two need to rest. "

"We are resting, look, lying down and everything. Oh, go on, Auntie Poppy . . . " y/n said.

"Oh, very well," she said. "But five minutes only." Both of us nodded.

Ron and Hermione came running into us, "Harry! Y/N!" They screamed.

"Ssshhh!!"

"Sorry."

Hermione looked ready to fling her arms around Y/N again, but Harry was glad she held herself in as her head was still very sore.

"Oh, Harry, Y/N, we were sure you were going to -- Dumbledore was so worried--"

"The whole school's talking about it," said Ron. "What really happened?"

Y/N told them everything: Quirrell; the mirror; the Stone; and Voldemort. Ron and Hermione were a perfect audience; they gasped in all the right places, and when Y/N and I told them what was under Quirrell's turban, Hermione screamed out loud.

"Godric!"

"So the Stone's gone?" said Ron finally. "Flamel's just going to die?"

"That's what I said, but Dumbledore thinks that -- what was it? -- 'to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.'" I said.

"I always said he was off his rocker," said Ron, looking quite impressed at how crazy his hero was.

"So what happened to you two?" Asked Y/N.

"Well, I got back all right," said Hermione.

"I brought Ron round that took a while, and we were dashing up to the owlery to contact Dumbledore when we met him in the entrance hall. He already knew, he just said, 'Harry's gone after him, hasn't he?' and hurtled off to the third floor. "

"D'you think he meant you to do it?" said Ron. "Sending you your father's cloak and everything?"

"Well," Hermione exploded, "if he did -- I mean to say that's terrible -- you could have been killed. "

"But we're alive and safe now." Y/N sighed.

"But was still injured." Ron rolled his eyes.

"No, it isn't," I said thoughtfully.

"He's a funny man, Dumbledore. I think he sort of wanted to give me a chance. I think he knows more or less everything that goes on here, you know. I reckon he had a pretty good idea we were going to try, and instead of stopping us, he just taught us enough to help. I don't think it was an accident he let us find out how the mirror worked. It's almost like he thought I had the right to face Voldemort if I could. . . "

"Yeah, Dumbledore's off his rocker, all right," said Ron proudly while Y/N giggled.

"Listen, you two have got to be up for the end-of-year feast tomorrow. The points are all in, and Slytherin won, of course -- you missed the last Quidditch match, Ravenclaw steamrollered us without you -- but the food will be good. "

"Of course, we won." Y/N smirked.

At that moment, Madam Pomfrey bustled over.

"You've had nearly fifteen minutes, now OUT," she said firmly.

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After some minutes, we heard other voices. In fact, many voices.

"Please Madam Pomfrey, we'll be quiet." I heard Draco's voice.

"You better be."

"Ah! You four are here, she's awake you four should visit her." Auntie Poppy said we heard clicking shoe noise.

We looked at the entrance and saw my four Slytherin friends, once they saw me they ran towards me.

"Y/N!" Kayden ran to me and hugged me, "I thought we'll lose you, thank goodness you're okay now."

"How come you let them in!" I heard the twins whine.

"They've asked me since before they got here in the hospital wing when they found out we have found them, they asked politely if they can visit her."

"Please can you let us see her, please even for a few minutes." I heard Percy.

"Merlin's beard, those guys won't stop. Madam Pomfrey, I think it's fine if you let them in. I'll let you know if they make a mess or be loud." Kayden walked up to them.

"Alright, Knight, I trust you with them. Come in, boys." They let them all in.

I saw the boys, Weasley twins, Percy, Oliver, Seamus, Dean, Neville, Draco, Marcus, Adrian, Blaise, Vincent, Gregory, Cassius, Terence, Theodore, Pike, Neville and Cedric.

"Hey, boys." I smiled at them.

"Y/N, I'm so glad you safe now, we were so worried when heard what happened." Oliver went to my left side.

The boys on my left while my Slytherin friends are on my right along with Hermione, Harry sitting at the end of my bed.

"Thanks for worrying but at the same time. I apologise for making you all concerned about me." I looked down to my hand as I grip on the bedsheets.

"But please don't do it again." Marcus placed his hand to my head and stroke my hair.

I heard growling noises, I looked up and saw the boys glaring at him, "Oh, look, they're jealous. If you fight here, you'll get kicked out." Kayden warned them while she smirked.

"Tch." Draco looked away but scoot over to me and sat beside me.

He held my hand "are you feeling better now?" He asked I can feel their glare at Draco.

I smiled and nodded "yup."

"By the way, Y/N, why were you screaming when you woke up?" Hary asked.

I bit my lip "I don't know, I was dreaming something but its more like a memory, we were having tea, and when I was drinking the tea I felt burning inside me." I mumbled.

"I felt like dying," I whispered as I felt tears fall to my cheeks.

Easton placed his hand to my back "let's just hope that won't happen again." He wipes my tears away.

"Thank you, everyone."

"Alright children! Times up!" Auntie Poppy walked up to us.

"Those two needs rest, and Knight here's your medicine." She handed her a bottle which she took away.

"Th...thanks." She hid the bottle to her pocket.

"So, children, out now."

"Bye, Y/N, see you tomorrow." The boys said.

"Bye, Harry/Potter and Y/N." Kayden and Hermione said together.

Both of them looked at each other and laughed but then "let's go Kayden." Henry grabbed her hand.

"Bye, everyone." I smiled at them.

Once they were gone, Harry went back to his bed and laid down.

"Good Night Harry," I said as I stare at the ceiling.

"Good Night, Y/N." He said.

Both of us went to sleep.