Evil Twins

By Megan Drew

Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger sat in the Gryffindor common room one Saturday evening at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. It was their fifth year, and Ron and Hermione had finally made their--ahem--affection for each other official. Harry as yet had no girlfriend, but he was at that very moment trying to work up the courage to ask Cho Chang out. Anyway, they were all very bored and Harry kept wishing Ron and Hermione would quit exchanging those secretive glances.

"Is there anything to do besides sit here?" asked Ron grumpily.

Harry shrugged.

"If you want, I'll leave you two alone for a while," he said, grinning.

Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but decided not to and just tossed her once-bushy, now-straight and silky, brown locks and sent Ron another glance. He returned it and they both smiled at each other.

"Will you guys stop that?" Harry burst out. "I'm getting really annoyed here!"

Ron and Hermione stood up and stretched at exactly the same moment.

"Wanna walk down to Hagrid's, Hermione?" asked Ron, who had exchanged his mop of hair for cool red spikes over the summer.

"Sure," said Hermione in an I'll-go-anywhere-as-long-as-it's-not-here tone.

They took hands and turned to go.

"Hey!" said Harry. "Remember me?"

"Have a nice evening, Harry," called Ron, not hearing or caring.

The portrait hole swung open before Ron and Hermione reached it. Professor McGonagall walked in with two other people. Two people who looked exactly alike.

"Come here, Miss Granger," snapped McGonagall, stepping inside with the identicals.

"But Professor," protested Hermione, "Me and Ron were just about t---"

"Be that as it may," said McGonagall loudly, "I have a more pressing matter on hand than your love life, Miss Granger. Come here."

Grumbling, Hermione reluctantly dropped Ron's hand and walked over.

"This is Megan and Lisa Drew," said McGonagall crisply. "They are transfer students from EagleNest academy."

"Come again?" said Ron blankly.

"It's an American school," explained Hermione. "Of course they would be American, look at their robes."

The two girls were wearing short, glittery blue robes with sparkly red around the neck, sleeves and hem, and white stars dotted the robe.

"You got a problem with our robes?" asked one of the girls, tossing her shoulder length orange spikes. She was wearing ying-yang earrings.

"Of course she does," said the other one, whose hair was darker. "She's British. They all have a problem with style."

Two pairs of green-gray eyes surveyed Hermione's plain black robe with disdain.

"Miss Drews," snapped McGonagall, "You will change into Hogwarts robes as soon as possible. Miss Granger will show you your dormitory and explain the rules to you. Excuse me now, I have a meeting with the headmaster."

McGonagall turned and walked briskly out of the common room.

Megan and Lisa stared at Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who stared back at them.

Finally-- "I'm Megan," said the one in ying-yang earrings.

"Lisa," said the other one.

"Harry Potter," said Harry, thinking that the American girls were cute but not too polite.

"Ron Weasley," grunted Ron, wishing Hermione would wear robes like that.

"Hermione Granger," said Hermione a bit stiffly. "I guess you were sorted into Gryffindor then, right?"

Megan and Lisa grinned.

"Yeah," said Lisa. "A hat on a stool sang a weird song and then we had to try it on. "

"Y'all have a pretty cool setup here," added Megan. "And don't take what we said personally. Your robes are alright. But why are you all wearing the same kind?"

"It's the rule," said Ron. "Didn't everyone wear the same robes in your school?"

"No," said Megan and Lisa together. "We just dress the same cuz' we're twins."

"Hey, it's Ron Weasley, Lisa," said Megan suddenly. "Fred and George's brother. And hey--these are the people they're always talking about!"

"You know Fred and George?" asked Ron incredulously.

"Duh," said Lisa. "They've only been writing us since they were eleven."

"What?" Ron's mouth dropped.

"Didn't they ever tell you they had penpals? They're always talking about you three. Is there really a three-headed dog here at Hogwarts? And did you guys really take a dragon up to the Astronomy tower and then get caught? How stupid is that? They also said something about you guys going to parties with werewolves or something."

Hermione choked; Harry burst out laughing; Ron sat there looking rather overwhelmed.

"It's not all completely true," said Harry finally.

"And how did Fred and George know all that?" inquired Ron indignantly.

"That's not important," said Hermione. "Come, I'll show you your dormitory."

Megan and Lisa grabbed their suitcases and followed Hermione. Before they left, they turned to Harry and Ron.

"See ya tomorrow," said Lisa, grinning wickedly.

"I can't wait to meet Fred and George," said Megan, with an identical wicked grin on her face.

*****************

The next morning, Harry and Ron trudged into the Great Hall sleepily. Megan, Lisa, and Hermione were already eating.

"So," Megan was saying, glancing over her schedule, "When do we have our Dark Arts class?"

"Excuse me?" spluttered Hermione.

"She's kidding," laughed Lisa. "So Gryffindor's the best house, huh?"

"What ever made you think that?" said a cold, drawling voice.

Hermione turned away, but Megan and Lisa surveyed the interrupter coolly.

A slender, pale guy with sleek silver blonde hair and pale grey eyes stood there, looking at them with interest, but at Hermione with disdain.

"What the hell are you?" asked Lisa rudely.

The guy's eyes flickered.

"Draco Malfoy," he said quietly.

"What a gay name," remarked Megan. "I'm Megan Drew. "

"No," said Lisa. "I'm Megan Drew. She's Lisa Drew."

"No, I'm not!"

"Don't believe her," said Lisa to Malfoy. "She's Lisa. What's your name again? Great Old Fagboy?"

"Draco Malfoy," said Malfoy clearly. "So what made you think Gryffindor's the best house?Granger's in it."

"Umm, let's see," snapped Megan. "We're in it."

"And you're not," added Lisa. "THAT'S what makes it the best."

"Is Malfoy bothering you two?" came a voice from behind Malfoy.

Malfoy whirled around. There stood Harry, Ron, and two other guys, who were both tall and gangly, with short red hair and freckles.

"Hi, Fred, hi, George," said Megan and Lisa together.

"Hi, Megan, hi, Lisa," said Fred and George at the same time.

"You know each other?" asked Malfoy in dismay.

"Uh, YEAH," said Lisa. "If we didn't, we probably wouldn't have just said hi to each other. Just like we didn't say hi to you because we don't know you. You just came and slimed up our conversation without asking."

Malfoy turned abruptly and walked away. They distinctly heard him mutter, "Just like Potter."

Megan hurled a sticky pancake in his direction before anyone could say anything. It smacked the back of his smooth hair and syrup dripped down his neck. Malfoy screeched and ran off.

"That," said a voice behind them, "was deliberate, Miss."

They all whirled around. A tall, thin man stood there, with a sour face and greasy black hair.

"What are your names?" he said in his quiet voice.

Megan cringed in disgust.

"Tell the custodian who we are, Hermione," said Lisa, going back to her pancakes.

The man's black eyes flashed and his mouth tightened.

"That's Professor Snape," hissed Ron. "The Potions master."

Megan and Lisa burst out laughing.

"Excuse our mistake," grinned Megan. "We haven't been here very long. Are you the Snape that's head of Slytherin house?"

Snape was looking murderous.

"Yes, I am," he said. "And who might you be?"

"Megan Drew," said Lisa, offering her hand but quickly retracting it.

"Lisa Drew," snickered Megan, keeping her hand on the table. "We're new here. God, don't any of you Slytherins wash your hair?"

"Then I should tell you, Miss Drew, that flinging a pancake at another student is enough reason for me to take fifty points from Gryffindor."

"But I didn't know it was against the rules," said Megan, eyes widening innocently. "Really, it was only a pancake. And at our old school---"

"Well, now you know," Snape interrupted coldly. "Twenty points from Gryffindor for cheek, Miss Drew." Snape swished away in his long black robes.

"Asshole," called Megan. "He's got cheeks, too. And so does everyone else! Why doesn't he take twenty points from Slytherin for each student that has cheeks?"

"He means for impudence," explained Hermione. "You insulted him, of course he took points away. And throwing a pancake at Malfoy doesn't help."

"You're right," agreed Lisa. "We'll just have to kill him."

Hermione dropped the subject and no one said anything else about it. Eventually, the conversation turned to the Triwizard Tournament.

"So Cedric just died?" Megan asked Harry. "And this Voldemort person is still at large? Dude, that's not good."

"Don't say his name, please," said Ron.

"You're scared of a name?" mocked Lisa.

"Of course he is," said George. "Ronniekins is scared of almost everything. Now, take spiders, for instance. . . . "

"Shut up!" snapped Ron, because Hermione was giggling.

"No, seriously," said Lisa. "I could understand being afraid of the actual Lord Voldemort. But being afraid of his name? Man, this guy must be pretty terrifying. "

"He is, " muttered Harry, last fall's events flickering through his mind. "He's anyone's worst nightmare. "

"Whoa, " whispered Megan to Hermione. "Is it that bad?"

Hermione nodded.

"Yeah, " she whispered back, shaking her head. "Harry's been--well--not at all himself since last fall. Sometimes he's perfectly normal, but sometimes I catch him with this kind of blind, terrible horror on his face--kind of like not knowing what's happening with you-know-who is driving him nuts. " She shrugged. "If I'd been through what he has, I'd probably have cracked by now. "

"Well, " said Megan slowly, "It sounds to me like this Lord Voldemort needs to be eliminated. Who does he think he is, anyway?"

Harry, Ron, Fred, and George were loudly discussing Quidditch now, which distracted Megan.

"You all play Quidditch?" she asked interestedly.

Harry nodded.

"I'm the Gryffindor seeker and Fred and George are the beaters, " he said. "We're short one Chaser, though, because Angelina graduated. Do you two play Quidditch?"

"Yep, " said Lisa. "And we've got pretty good brooms, too. "

"Harry's got a Firebolt, " said Ron with just the merest trace of jealousy. "What brooms do you two ride?"

"We've got SilverWing millenium editions, " said Megan. "Bet you've never heard of those, huh?"

"No, " said George. "What is a SilverWing?"

Megan and Lisa grinned at each other. Then, simultaneously, they put their fingers to their mouths and gave shrill, high whistles.

Two gleaming, sleek brooms made out of a bright orange wood came streaking into the Great Hall. They whooshed past three tables and halted right in front of Megan and Lisa. The twigs were perfectly straight and gleaming. Across the handles in thin green letters were the words SilverWing Millenium Edition.

"Why are they orange?" asked George curiously. "And how did you make them come when you whistled?"

"Simple, " said Lisa. "They're voice activated. And if I fall off or if someone steals it, all I have to do is whistle and it'll come. It has invisible wings, which come in pretty handy for knocking other people off their brooms since they can't see the wings. And they're orange cuz' we wanted them orange to match our hair. I don't play Quidditch that much. I like cheering at the matches, though. Does Hogwarts have a cheerleading squad?" Lisa hadn't even paused for breath.

"No, " said Fred. "At least not that I've heard of. But maybe McGonagall will let you start one. "

"Don't give her ideas, " groaned Ron.

"Shut up, " said Megan amiably. "Let her start a cheerleading squad. I, for one, am going to try out for Chaser. "

"Well, good luck, Miss Drew, " said a voice. They turned around to see McGonagall standing there. "I'm sure you can fly very well, Miss Drew, but I believe your Divination class started ten minutes ago. And you, Miss Granger, should be in Arithmancy. And you--Potter! Weasleys! What are all of you doing here? Get to class this minute!"

"We're going, we're going, don't have a cow, " said Megan.

"Superb brooms, " McGonagall remarked. "SilverWing Millenium editions, too! Well, well, well!"

"What is her problem?" wondered Lisa as they got up from the table. "She's always going on about something or other that doesn't even matter. "

"You haven't seen anything, " said Harry gloomily. "Wait till you meet Trelawney, we're going to her class now. "

"Aren't either of you taking Arithmancy?" asked Hermione, looking scandalized.

"No, " said Megan and Lisa together. Fred and George had vanished by now.

They climbed up a spiral staircase towards Professor Trelawney's attic. The silver ladder descended from the round trapdoor in the ceiling. The class climbed up, some groaning.

"What is all this crap?" said Lisa as she poked her head through the door and saw all the little round tables and poufs.

Harry chortled. He was beginning to think that Divination just might be interesting for a change.

******************

"Neville Longbottom is kinda klutzy, isn't he?" remarked Lisa as they were walking to lunch.

"He's alright, " said Harry, thinking about Neville's parents, who had been rendered insane by supporters of Voldemort. "He's like that because teachers make him nervous. Especially Snape. "

Ron grinned, remembering the boggart that had turned into Snape wearing a green lacy dress in their third year. He started to tell Megan and Lisa about it in great detail.

"And then when Neville said 'Riddikulus', the boggart turned into Snape and would you believe it, he was wearing a green d-----"

"Old story, Weasley, " drawled a voice. It was Malfoy.

"You again, " snapped Megan. "Do you Slytherins enjoy being pathetically annoying or something?"

"Well, it is an old story, " shrugged Malfoy. "It happened in third year. There's much more going on now. The Dark Lord has risen. You two would do well to stay away from Potter and this Mudblood Grang---"

"Get the hell away from us, Malfoy, " said Harry quietly. "Or you might end up like you did on the Hogwarts Express at the beginning of the summer. " Harry was angry and so were Hermione and Ron, but unfortunately just then Snape walked up.

"Something wrong, Malfoy?" Snape's black eyes glittered behind his greasy hair as he surveyed them with a thin smile on his face.

"No, Professor, " Malfoy simpered. "Potter's threatening me, is all. "

"Teacher's pet!" hissed Lisa.

"Fag!" called Megan.

Malfoy's eyes flickered and narrowed.

"Is this true, Potter?" asked Snape.

"I wasn't threatening him, " said Harry, forcing himself to stay calm. "I was just telling him to leave us alone. "

"That's not true, Professor!" said Malfoy. "He said I might end up like I did on the train at the beginning of the summer, when him and his friends all hexed me. Isn't that a threat?" Malfoy smiled triumphantly at them.

Megan pulled out her wand and leaped to her feet.

"Reversa whirli!" she yelled. A small green tornado flew out of her wand and smacked Malfoy. Malfoy suddenly flipped upside down and began to spin on his head like a top, yelling his head off. The whole school roared with laughter.

"Reversi Whirla!" bellowed Lisa. An upside down tornado shot out of her wand. Malfoy flipped right side up, then began to spin again.

"S-s-s-stop!" Malfoy shrieked.

"Awhirl Irevers!" shouted Snape. A bolt of lightning issued from the the end of his wand. Malfoy stopped spinning and sat down, clutching his head. Snape rounded on Megan and Lisa, who were taking bows as if they had just finished giving a broadway performance.

"Come with me, you two, " Snape spat, turning.

"What for?" asked Lisa.

"We're not done eating, " said Megan calmly. "You wait till we're good and read--"

"Silence!" Snape screamed. "Come with me, Drews, NOW!You are going to the headmaster!"

"Oh, him, " said Lisa.

"We've met him already, " said Megan. "And anyway, him and McGonagall are probably busy. "

Harry frowned. Hermione gasped. Ron chortled slightly.

Snape's face was twisting in anger.

"You have five seconds to come with me, or I will make sure you are expelled from this school, " he said quietly.

"We're coming, we're coming, don't have a cow, " snapped Megan.

"Yeah, dude, take a chill pill, " said Lisa. "It's not the end of the w---"

"Quiet!" Snape hissed. They left the Hall.

"Whoa, " said Harry. "They really don't care what happens to them, do they?" He was amazed. Not in all his five years at Hogwarts had he ever heard anyone dare talk to Snape that way, or curse another student (and Snape's favorite student at that) right in front of him. If he knew Snape, and he did, Megan and Lisa would be packing their bags in a few hours.

"Do you know they got expelled from EagleNest?" said Hermione, with a disapproving look on her face.

"No, " said Harry. "What'd they get expelled for?"

"Well, apparently, they blew up the headmaster's office, " Hermione frowned. "And they hadn't even been there a week. "

"I'd bet a million Galleons they're going to be expelled now, " said Ron. "Defying Snape, cursing his favorite student--yep they're going to be expelled. "

"Don't count on it, " said Fred in his ear.

"George!" said Ron. "Don't do that. "

"I'm Fred, " Fred snapped. "And you can rest assured that Megan and Lisa'll still be here come tomorrow. "

"How do you know?" said Harry. He was starting to think that maybe the Drews could get out of punishment.

"We just know, " said George. "We're going to go listen. I'll bet you ten Galleons they won't get expelled. "

"I'll bet you ten they will, " announced Ron.

"Wait, " said Hermione. "I'm not so sure you should be--"

Ron smiled at her.

"C'mon, 'Mione, " he wheedled. "You don't have to come, but don't report us, okay?"

Hermione kissed him.

"Alright, Ron, " she said. "I'm coming. But don't call me 'Mione, okay? Are you coming, Harry?"

"Do you have to ask?" grinned Harry.

They left the Hall and crept up the corridors till they reached the gargoyle.

"Cockroach Cluster, " whispered Harry. The gargoyle didn't move.

Hermione pushed him aside. She pulled out her wand.

"Entra Revealus!" she whispered, tapping the statue's mouth.

"Coconut Nougat, " croaked the statue.

"Coconut Nougat, " repeated Hermione. The statue jumped aside and they hopped onto the ascending staircase.

"Where'd you learn that, Hermione?" asked Harry. He was beginning to think that the Entra Revealus spell might come in handy sometime.

"Lisa taught it to me, " replied Hermione. "I caught her going into the Slytherin common room. I asked her where she learned the password and she taught me that spell. "

"Shhhh!" hissed George. They ran and pressed their ears against the door.

"And to top it off, " Snape's voice was saying, "They both cursed Draco Malfoy with the reverse and spin hex. "

"Is that against the rules?" said a perplexed, innocent voice which could have been either Megan or Lisa.

"Headmaster, I think this merits expulsion or at the very least suspension. "

"But we didn't know it wasn't allowed! At our old school we cursed each other all the time and no one cared! No one had a cow if we threw a tiny bit of food at someone else, eith--"

"That will be quite enough, Miss Drew, " said the voice of Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster, sharply. "Whatever the rules at EagleNest were, they are obviously quite different from Hogwarts rules. Now, who did Professor McGonagall instruct to tell you the rules?"

"Lavender Brown, " lied one of the Drews.

"Lavender Brown is on holiday with her family in France, " said Dumbledore. "The truth, please, Miss Drew. "

"Hermione Granger, " muttered one of the twins.

"Alright, " said Dumbledore. "And did she?"

"Did she what?" snapped both Drews.

"Explain the rules, " said Dumbledore patiently.

"No, " they said together.

Harry heard a small noise of disbelief from Snape.

"Very well, " sighed Dumbledore. "Since you did not know the rules, I will not expel or suspend you. But I will, if this sort of thing occurs again. Detention for both of you, Fifty points from Gryffindor, and please ask Hermione to tell you the rules. Go to class now, and kindly refrain from cursing the other students. "

"Alright, " said Megan and Lisa together.

"Severus, please remain here, I need a word with you. "

The door opened and the five people listening outside it scrambled away from it. Megan and Lisa quickly shut the door and pressed their ears against it.

"Severus, do you remember what I asked you to do last fall? After the Triwizard Tournament?" asked Dumbledore.

"I do indeed, " said Snape. "It has not been easy, headmaster. Voldemort does not forgive easily. And I believe he still suspects me. "

"It has not been easy for any of us, " sighed Dumbledore. "But back to the subject. Sirius Black will be coming here in two days to deliver a certain object to me, and I want you to make sure no one will discover him. "

"But--headmaster--" stammered Snape.

"I realise that I ask much of you, Severus, but I can trust no one else here except Minerva with the job, and she is overseeing detentions on Friday night. There is no one else. "

"What is he bringing?" asked Snape in a low voice.

"A very powerful stone, " said Dumbledore. "It does not have a name. It's a sort of reverse Sorcerer's Stone. Instead of giving immortality and turning metal to gold, it turns things to stone and gives---eternal death. "

Harry caught his breath.

"Eternal death?" gasped Snape. "What is eternal death?"

"It is worse, Severus, " murmured Dumbledore, "than the Dementor's Kiss. With the Kiss the victim is still alive, and they have no recollection of anything. With eternal death, the victim is dead, but alive at the same time. It is immensely complicated. They are dead in the respect that they are unable to function, but alive in the respect that they remember their life, and they can see and hear and feel others living. Do you understand? They live their life over and over again, because it runs through their mind, and they know they are dead. It's horrible. And there is no cure. Except to drink the Elixir of Life, which can only come from the Sorcerer's Stone, which was destroyed. "

"Is the Dark Lord after this stone?" asked Snape in a reedy voice.

"We believe he may be, " replied Dumbledore. "And Sirius Black is bringing it here so we may destroy it. You understand that no one must discover us. Yours is the most difficult task, Severus. Can you do it?"

"I will, Albus, " said Snape.

"Very well, Severus. You may go. "

It was a few seconds before Harry realised with a jolt that they had to get out of there. He turned and bolted down the staircase. The others followed him, all running as fast as they could. They darted out of the statue and stood there, panting heavily.

"C'mon, let's scram before Snape comes, " said Fred.

They were all avoiding each other's eyes. All of them were partly wishing that they hadn't heard what had been said. On the other hand, Harry was in seventh heaven at the prospect of seeing Sirius again. His godfather was the closest thing he had to a parent, and he was determined not to miss this chance to see him.

"I know what you're thinking, Harry, " said Hermione as soon as Fred and George left and they were walking towards their Herbology class. "And I'm going to tell you straight that I don't think it's a good idea. You-know-who is after that stone. Please don't mess around in this. "

"The last thing I want to do is run into Voldemort, Hermione, " retorted Harry. "All I want is to see Sirius again, and no one is going to stop me. No one! Not you, not Ron, not the whole damn school!"

"Voldemort might, " said Hermione softly.

"Hermione's right, " said Ron. "You could be killed--or worse. "

"Please don't, Harry, " Hermione pleaded.

"Whoa, calm down, " said Megan. "Not to be the stupid one or anything, but I think I'm missing something here. Who is Sirius Black? And why is Harry so anxious to see him? I think there's something you all aren't telling us. "

Ron quickly explained.

"Ohhhh, " said Lisa. "I see. We've got a problem, don't we? And Dumbledore was wrong about something. "

"What's that?" said Harry.

"The Sorcerer's Stone, " said Megan. "There's another one. "

"WHAT!" yelled Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"It's true, " said Lisa. "It's in America. We don't know exactly where, but there is one in America. "

"No, " whispered Hermione. "There can't be. "

"There is, really, " Megan reassured her. "The guy who made it, I think his name is Nicolas Flamel. He made three, supposedly, and had one in Britain, where he lived, one in America, with his brother, and one in France, where his mother lived. "

"Wow, " said Ron. "You know more about this than Hermione, and that's saying something. "

"Wait a minute, " said Hermione sharply. "How come Voldemort doesn't know about those?"

Megan and Lisa grinned.

"Well, " said Lisa, "Let's just say there was only one book in the whole world that contained the true info about the Sorcerer's Stone. "

"And we have it, " added Megan.

"How'd you get it?" asked Harry, wondering what on earth he was going to learn next.

"Our Gramma, " said Lisa simply, "Is a witch. "

"We found the book in her attic, " said Megan. "It's called True History and Accounts of The Sorcerer's Stone. Look it up in records, Hermione. You won't find it, anywhere. We know, because believe me, we tried. We wanted to know how valuable it was. But a whole lot of people had never even heard of it. Trust us, Hermione, only one copy exists. "

They went into greenhouse three. The rest of the class was watching as Professor Sprout showed them how to dice blood sucking beets without getting hurt.

"The process, " she said briskly, "Is really quite simple. All you have to do is pinch their mouth shut---" she clamped the opening at the pointy end of the beet closed with two firm fingers--"like this, and hold it like that till you cut it in half. Now, who knows what we might use diced blood sucking beets for?"

Hermione's hand rose into the air. So did Lisa's.

"Miss Drew?"

"Um, maybe the house-elves put them in our food?"

The class tittered.

"No, " snapped Professor Sprout. "Miss Granger?"

"Diced blood sucking beets are commonly used to cure anemia, " said Hermione. "They are also a favorite food of vampires. Blood sucking beets can also be used to cure snakebites. "

"Correct, " said Professor Sprout. "Five points to Gryffindor. Now come on, you lot, everyone grab a beet, it's quite easy. . . "

"Blood sucking beets, " groaned Ron. "Why'd they have to be blood sucking?"

*************

Harry sat in the common room with Ron, waiting for Megan, Lisa, and Hermione.

"Harry?" said Ron apprehensively.

"Hmmm?"

"Are you still planning to. . . "

"For the last time, Ron, yes, I am going to see Sirius. I don't care about Voldemort, I don't care about eternal death, at least not about it happening to me, I DON'T CARE. I just want to see Sirius, okay?Voldemort can take himself to hell and back, but I'm going to see Sirius. " Harry spoke quietly, but his face reddened and he clenched his fists.

"Well, then, I'm coming with. "

"Yeah, so are we, " came three more voices.

There stood Hermione, Lisa, and Megan. Megan was clutching a large, old book.

"Here it is, " said Megan quietly. "True History and Accounts of The Sorcerer's Stone. "

"Well, let's have a look at it, then, " said Hermione impatiently.

Megan opened it and turned to a page which depicted a tall, blonde wizard holding three blood red stones in his hand.

"May I see that book, Miss Drew?"

They all froze. Slowly they turned around. It was McGonagall.

To be continued. . . . . . . . . . . .