Harry Potter in Changed Prophecy and the Philosopher's Stone -Book 01-

Harry could never quite remember how he managed to take his exams while waiting for Voldemort to burst through the door at any moment, in fact, photographic memory was more like being able to remember everything you read, but it was more like re-reading it in your mind, rather than understanding it. However, the days went by slowly and there was no doubt that Fofo was still alive and well behind the locked door.

It was scorching hot, especially in the written exam room. The students had been given new, special feathers to make them, previously enchanted with an alti-glue spell.

Nothing that left Harry in a difficult situation, since he had studied hard and read all the books he could with Hermione, so that they could both make the most of their desire to learn everything, with the difference of her trying hard in the exams and Harry having a narrative voice in his mind with each question read.

There were practical exams too. Professor Flitwick called them into the classroom, one by one, to see if they could make a pineapple tap on the table. Professor Minerva watched them turn a mouse into a snuffbox and awarded points for the beauty of the box, and deducted them when the box had whiskers. Snape made them nervous, sniffing at their necks as they tried to remember how to make the forgetting potion.

Harry did the best he could, trying to ignore the searing pain in his forehead that had been bothering him since the trip to the forest. Neville thought Harry was having an anxiety attack caused by the exams, because Harry couldn't sleep, but the truth was that his old nightmare was keeping him awake, only now it was worse than ever, because there was a hooded figure in it, dripping blood from its mouth and growling grotesquely.

Perhaps it was because they hadn't seen what Harry had seen in the forest, or because they didn't have cursed scars burning their foreheads as if something was going to burst out of them.

The last exam was History of Magic. An hour of answering questions about old wizards who invented self-stirring cauldrons and they'd be free, free for a wonderful week until they found out their exam results.

When the ghost of Professor Binns ordered them to rest their quills and roll up their parchments, Harry couldn't help but mentally cheer that the exams were finally over, while the others celebrated euphorically.

This was all because it aimed to force his self-study to double in derivative things, both imposed school subjects and the creation of mental projections and protections from the incredible book with mentions of mental manipulations, mental spaces, expansions of mental dominion and everything that involved this art of controlling your mind as if it were a realm totally molded to your choice, the author of such a book and creator was truly incredible at this.

Harry was well aware that he was a novice in this respect, and he was lucky never to have looked anyone directly in the eye at this school.

He understood that any source of defense would be weak at first, in terms of strength. In order to come up with the idea of something he was very interested in in the No-mag world, it wasn't necessary to create a source of defense full of power and magical riddles that more wizards would be familiar with, but rather a source of defense focused on No-mag knowledge, which would surely be few of the wizards who would understand the complexity of such an act.

Having been focused on his exams and the creation of this protein mind map for a few weeks now, Harry had finally calmed his thoughts and aimed to pay attention to his best friend, who had already noticed him completely immersed in thought, and seemed to be increasingly in need of his attention.

Whether it was lying on his lap, leaning on his shoulder while he read, or even following him around in a mischievous way.

- That was much easier than I thought. - Remarked Hermione, as they joined the numerous students going out into the sunny gardens. - I didn't even need to learn the werewolf Code of Conduct of 1637, or the revolt of Elfric the Ambitious. - Hermione always liked to go over the exams afterwards, but Ron said it made him feel bad.

So they walked down to the lake and sat in the shade of a tree. The Weasley twins and Lino Jordan were tickling the tentacles of a giant squid, which was sunbathing in the shallow water.

- No more revision. - Ron sighed contentedly, stretching out on the grass. - You could put on a happier face, Harry, we've got a whole week to find out if we've done badly, there's no need to worry now.

Harry rubbed his forehead.

- I'd like to know what that means! - He exploded in annoyance. - My scar doesn't stop hurting, I've felt it before, but never so often. Even my mind doesn't seem to grasp the complexity of this derivative form of magic to calm my mind. - Harry continued to remember when he concentrated on his subconscious, only to notice a kind of dark, unstable and extremely powerful mass that connected itself to his mind, it didn't, it was more like it was protecting something hidden inside, like it was trying to stop something from escaping and keep his innocence intact.

- Find Madam Pomfrey. - Hermione suggested.

- I'm not ill... - Replied Harry. - I just don't know what's wrong with me, maybe some No-mag medicine can solve it.

Ron couldn't be bothered, as it was too hot, and he and Harry had only been saying hello to each other for the last few days.

- Harry, relax. Hermione's right, the Stone is safe as long as Dumbledore is here. In any case, we never found any proof that Snape had figured out how to get past Fofo. He nearly had his leg blown off once, he's not going to try again any time soon. And Neville is going to play Quidditch for the England team before Hagrid betrays Dumbledore.

No matter how much Harry listened to the redhead, who never understood what he was referring to and only thought that Harry was nervous all the time because he wasn't acting like a Hero, nothing could rid him of the feeling that tormented him that he had forgotten to do something, something important. When he tried to explain what he was feeling, Hermione said:

- That's the exams. I woke up last night and had already read half my notes on Transfiguration when I remembered that we'd already taken the exam.

Harry was sure that the feeling of restlessness had nothing to do with his studies. He watched an owl glide across the blue sky towards the school, a letter in its beak.

Hagrid was the only one who sent him letters. Hagrid would never betray Dumbledore. Hagrid would never tell anyone how to get past Fluffy... Never..., but... Harry didn't trust easily, and if something was threatening him, then he had to sort it out and soon in order to keep his safety firm and intact.

Harry jumped to his feet as his ideas clicked into place and his mind clicked back to something he'd heard before, but never really paid much attention to.

- Where are you going? - Ron asked sleepily.

- I just thought of something. I've got to go.

- Why? - Hermione gasped, running to catch up with him. She saw no reason to stay there if Harry left.

- Don't you think it's a bit strange? - Said Harry, hurrying up the grassy slope. - What Rubeus wants most in life is a dragon and a stranger comes along who happens to have dragon eggs in his pocket, when that's against wizarding laws? Either Rubeus is hanging out in a place that's frowned upon by society, or something's been set up and it's lucky that he finds Rubeus soon enough to want to gamble, don't you think? Because I didn't realize it before.

- What are you talking about? - Ron asked, catching up with his colleagues, but Harry, striding through the gardens towards the forest, didn't answer.

Hagrid was sitting in an armchair at the front of the house: his trouser legs and sleeves were rolled up and he was shelling peas in a large bowl.

- Hello! - He said, smiling. - Have you finished your exams? Do you have time for refreshments?

- Yes, thank you. - Ron said, but Harry interrupted him.

- No, we're in a hurry, Rubeus, I need to ask you something. You know that night you won Norbert? What did the stranger you played cards with look like?

- I don't remember. - Replied Hagrid, nonchalantly. - He wouldn't take off his cloak, even after I asked him to.

Hagrid saw the three of them look astonished and raised his eyebrows in doubt.

- It's no big deal, there are a lot of strange people in the PUB in Hogsmeade village. It could be a dragon salesman, couldn't it? I've never seen his face, he hasn't taken off his hood.

Harry bent down beside the bowl of peas:

- What did you talk to him about, Rubeus? Did you even mention Hogwarts?

- Maybe... - Said Hagrid, frowning, trying to remember when he had certainly been drunk, but he wouldn't hand it over to the children as if he were an alcoholic. - He asked me what I did and I said I was a gamekeeper here... Then he asked what kind of animals I looked after... So I said, and I also said that what I'd always wanted was a dragon... So I don't remember very well. Because he kept buying me drinks, let me see... ah, yes, then he said he had a dragon's egg and that we could play a game of cards with it if I wanted to..., but I had to be sure that I could look after it, I didn't want it to end up in an old people's home, so I replied that after Fofo, a dragon would be a piece of cake.

- And did he seem interested in Fluffy? - Harry asked, trying to keep his voice calm.

- Well, he did. How many giant three-headed dogs do you come across, even at Hogwarts? So I told him that Fluffy is a sweetheart if you know how to calm her down, just by playing a bit of music or showing a loyalty to her or her duties and she'll fall asleep, giving you permission and consent to touch her while she's off guard. - Hagrid suddenly looked horrified. - I shouldn't have told you that! - He exclaimed. - Forget I said that! Hey, where are you going?

Harry, Ron and Hermione didn't speak until they stopped in the entrance hall, which looked very cold and gloomy after their walk through the gardens.

- We have to find Dumbledore. - Ron said. - Rubeus told that stranger how to get past Fofo and who was under that cloak was Snape... it must have been easy, after he got Rubeus drunk. I just hope Dumbledore believes us. Where's Dumbledore's office? - Ron continued only for Harry to grab him abruptly by the arm, preventing him from opening his mouth in the corridor.

They looked around, hoping to see a sign pointing them in the right direction. No one had ever told them where Dumbledore worked, nor did they know anyone who had been sent to his office.

- I guess we'll have to... - Harry began, but they unexpectedly heard a voice from across the hall.

- What are you doing up here? - It was Professor Minerva Mcgonagall, carrying a pile of books.

- We want to see Headmaster Dumbledore. - Said Hermione, taking courage, thought Harry and Ron.

- To see Albus? - Professor Minerva repeated, as if that was a very suspicious thing for someone to want to do. - Why?

Hermione swallowed:

- It's a sort of state secret. - Harry said, pretending to be mysterious, but he instantly wished he hadn't said it, because Professor Minerva's nostrils widened and she didn't find it funny at all.

- Albus Apparated ten minutes ago. - She informed him dryly. - He received an urgent owl from the Minister for Magic and then left for London.

- He's gone? - Ron exclaimed frantically. - What now?

- Albus is a great wizard, Weasley, his time is in great demand.

- But it's important. - Harry dictated this time.

- Is anything you have to say more important than the Minister for Magic, Potter?

- Of course... who gives a shit about those dirty politicians. - Said Harry, throwing caution to the wind. - Professor... It's about Niklaus Flamel's Philosopher's Stone.

Whatever Professor Minerva was expecting, it certainly wasn't that. The books she was carrying fell out of her arms, but she didn't catch them.

- How do you know? - She let it slip, staring at the corners around her.

- Professor, I think... that Qui... - Harry almost let it out, so that he could correct himself. - That someone will try to steal the stone.

She looked at him with a mixture of shock and suspicion.

- Professor Dumbledore will be back tomorrow. - He finally said. - I don't know how you found out about the Stone, but rest assured, no one can steal it, it's extremely well protected.

- Minerva, I... just keep an eye on Quirrell.

- Potter! Don't accuse others without proof. - He bent down and picked up the fallen books. - I suggest you go back outside and enjoy the sun. - And so he left quickly, but with a clear focus on where he was going, because he might not believe in children meddling in things that were none of their business, but in something so serious, anything was cause for investigation.

And hearing about how Harry had mentioned Quirrell's name, apart from the fact that Albus had stopped focusing on the staff in general and was now standing guard around the DCAT teacher, made Minerva feel a chill in her stomach.

But the children didn't come back. When they left her side, they immediately debated:

- It's tonight. - Said Harry, when he was sure that Professor Minerva was no longer around. - Quirrell is going into the trapdoor tonight. He's already found out everything he needs to and now he's got Dumbledore out of the way. He's the one who sent that letter, I bet the Minister for Magic will be shocked when Dumbledore shows up.

- It's Snape, Harry... only someone from Slytherin would do that.

- Use your head Ron and not the petty prejudices of a shitty society, every time we suspected something, it was Quirrell who was around, look around and not just at your prejudice towards Slytherin. Quirrell is no fool. - Harry replied, already irritated by the redhead's feud with Slytherin, snakes or anything to do with the house.

- But what can we... - Hermione lost her voice. Harry and Ron turned around, Snape was standing there.

- Good afternoon. - He said softly, with the younger ones staring at him and Harry analyzing him. - You shouldn't be inside the castle on a day like this. - He said with a strange, crooked smile.

- Well, what can I do... - Harry began, having no idea what he was going to say, but a smile soon appeared on his face. - I like to cosplay as a vampire just like you, you know... wandering around dungeons in that wavy cloak, in fact, when are you going to teach me the spell to make my cloak look like that?

- Insolent like your father, Potter. - Severus snorted back, but with a slight laugh hidden from him. - Walking around here like that, people will think you're up to something. And Gryffindor really can't afford to lose any more points, can they? Especially you, Potter, who threatens the chance of four houses at once.

Harry blushed, but then said:

- But you're forgetting that I'm also the one who gets the most points when Hogwarts has never reached that estimate... especially for four houses, come on! Soon, I'll take a trip to Slytherin, it would be great to explore my friendships beyond the houses and break this silly, pointless prejudice. - Harry was saying everything under the scrutiny of the teacher. To Harry's surprise, he had noticed that the professor had never looked him directly in the eye since their first dinner at Hogwarts.

They turned to leave, but Snape called them back:

- And be warned, Potter, no matter what your grades, your performance in class and even less what points you've earned, if you wander off again at night, I will personally see to it that you are expelled. Good day to you. - Having said all that, the teacher finally left in the direction of the teachers' lounge. Outside, on the stone steps, Harry turned to the others.

- Right, here's what we're going to do. - He whispered urgently. - One of us has to keep an eye on Snape, wait outside the teacher's room and follow him if he comes out. That's because Quirrell will certainly be near him and we can't afford to be stopped by Snape. Hermione, you'd better do that.

- Why should I?

- It's obvious! - Ron said. - You can pretend you're waiting for Professor Flitwick, you know, like, "Oh, Professor Flitwick. I'm so worried, I think I got question fourteen wrong..." - Ron finished in a falsetto voice.

- Oh, shut up. - Hermione said, but agreed to keep an eye on Snape.

- And we'd better stay in the corridor on the third floor. - Harry said to Ron.

[ ... ]

However, that part of the plan didn't work. As soon as they reached the door that separated Fluffy from the rest of the school, Professor Minerva appeared again, and this time she was bewildered.

- I suppose you think it's harder for someone to get past you than a packet of spells? - She shouted. - Enough of this nonsense! And if I find out you've come back here again, I'll deduct another fifty points from every house! Yes, Weasley, I'll deduct points from my own house too if you carry on with this nonsense.

Harry and Ron returned to the common room. Harry had just said, "At least Hermione is on Snape's tail," when the portrait of the Fat Woman opened and Hermione walked in.

- I'm sorry, Harry. - She wailed, trying to hug Harry as she sat on his lap. - Snape came out and asked me what I was doing, so I said I was waiting for Flitwick, and Snape went to get him, I had to leave, I don't know where he went.

- Well, that's it then, isn't it? - Harry said. The other two looked at him. He was pale and his eyes were shining.

- I'm leaving here tonight and I'm going to try to get the Stone first.

- You've gone mad! - Ron exclaimed.

- You can't! - Said Hermione. - After what Professor Minerva and Snape said? You'll be expelled!

- So what? - Shouted Harry to the shock of both of them, who saw another image in him. - Don't you see? If everything goes on like this, Voldemort will not only be back, he'll be practically immortal, if not completely immortal.

- You'd think I'd let the bastard who killed my parents have his plans come true like this. Losing points doesn't matter anymore, don't you understand? Do you think he'll leave you and your families alone, and Gryffindor will win the house championship?

- If I get caught before I get the Stone, well, I'll just have to go back to the Dursleys and wait for Voldemort to find me there. It's just a question of dying now where I like, or dying later in hell! I'm going into that trapdoor tonight and nothing you two say is going to stop me. - And he looked angrily at them as he tried to formulate a strategy.

- You're right, Harry. - Said Hermione, in a weak voice.

- I'll wear the invisibility cloak and try to get past Fluffy, she can be tame when not threatened, at least I'll make it clear that I don't want to give up any of the Stone, but rather prevent someone else from doing so.

- But can she hide the three of us? - Ron asked. - What if the dog attacks you for not believing?

- The three of us?

- Oh, cut it out, Harry. Don't you think we'll let you go on an adventure alone? - Ron said, confident that glory was at last at hand.

- Of course not. - Hermione said energetically. - How do you think you'll get to the Stone without us? I'd better have a look in my books, maybe I'll find something useful.

- But if we get caught, you two will be expelled too.

- Not if I can help it. - Hermione said seriously. - Flitwick told me in secret that I got an A in the exam. They won't expel me after that.

After dinner, the three of them sat nervously in a corner of the common room. No one bothered them, after all, no Gryffindor student had anything else to say to Harry. This was the first night that this hadn't bothered him. Hermione flipped through her notes, hoping to find one of the spells they wanted to annul. Harry and Ron didn't say much. They were thinking about what they were about to do.

The room gradually emptied as people went to bed.

- Better get the cloak. - Murmured Ron, when Lino Jordan finally came out, stretching and yawning. Harry ran into the dark dormitory. He pulled on his cloak and then his eyes fell on the flute Hagrid had given him for Christmas.

Harry had even thought of some things to do with Fluffy, which was why he had opened his Muggle suitcase and thought about putting the Cerberus inside, but that would give him away.

Then, just as he was giving up on the idea, before he closed the case, a small phoenix flew out of the case and pecked him affectionately on the nose.

- Hi, girl. - Harry murmured to her, who let out a low, happy chirp as she glided under his hands. - All right, things are going to be a bit hectic from now on, so promise me, if things get complicated or I fall without any sign of waking up... promise me that you'll get away from me and run out of the castle until we can meet somewhere safe or you can be free without me.

- I know it sounds crazy, but I don't want them to find you and take you away from me... okay? - She asked as if she understood, only for Harry to be surprised by her nodding and her incredible emerald eyes identical to his.

- All right, here, tuck yourself into this pocket... you'll be safe and comfortable. - Harry said, opening the right pocket of his overcoat, which allowed her to stay perfectly inside.

Then, at last, he ran back into the Gryffindor common room.

- We'd better put the cloak on here to make sure it covers the three of us if Filch sees our feet walking alone.

- What are you doing? - A voice asked from a corner of the room. Nevílle came out from behind an armchair, grabbing his frog, who seemed to have made another attempt to gain his freedom.

The chubby boy had a look on his face that only Harry had ever seen. He knew well how he acted when he wasn't in crowds, and now things might get complicated.

- Nothing, Neville, nothing. - Harry replied, quickly hiding the cloak at his back.

Neville took a good look at those guilt-ridden faces:

- You're going out again.

- No, no, no. - Said Hermione. - No, we're not. Why don't you go to bed, Neville?

Harry looked at the wall clock by the door. They couldn't afford to waste too much time, Quirrell might even be trying to get past Fluffy at that very moment.

- You can't leave! - Nevílle said. - You'll get caught again. Gryffindor is going to get even more tangled up. - It will continue because of what happened the last time Harry and Hermione were caught.

- You don't understand. - Ron said, getting angry. - This is important.

But Neville was clearly getting up the courage to do something desperate:

- I won't let you go. - She said, running to stand in front of the portrait hole. - I... I'll fight you.

- Neville. - Ron exploded, feeling that his night was being ruined by the boy. - Get away from that hole and don't play the idiot. - Ron cursed, pointing his wand in his face, something Harry didn't like at all as he walked forward, under Ron's smug gaze.

- Don't call me an idiot! I don't think you should be disrespecting any more regulations! And it was you who told me to stand up to people.

- It was, but not us. - Ron replied, exasperated. - Neville, you don't know what you're doing. - He stepped forward next to Harry and Neville let go of Trevor the frog, who disappeared from sight.

- Come on, then, try to hit me! - Nevílle said, raising her fists. - I'm waiting! Or do you think I'm afraid of you?

Harry, who was watching Ron start to twirl his wand, immediately held it back as he took it from the redhead's hand, under protest from him.

Finishing his walk over to the chubby little boy, Harry quickly looked down at him as he watched him clench his fists without the slightest fear of what he was doing.

Something that only Harry could smile at in response, because he really liked how his friend was more active away from the others, unlike the weak coward everyone thought he was.

- Listen, Neville, you're my friend and I don't want to lie to you. - Harry began. - Some serious things are happening, and I firmly believe that one of the teachers at our school is being possessed by a fragment of Voldemort. - Seeing the little boy's surprised face, Potter continued.

- That's right! The same bastard who killed my parents, who ordered his diners to torture your parents to the point of insanity and who did hundreds of shitty things before we were born. - Harry, who explained, showed that he wasn't joking at the moment and that even the pain of mentioning such things was apparent in his voice.

- And now one of our school's most cowardly teachers is carrying his soul and searching for the Philosopher's Stone hidden on the third floor. I wish I could say more, but we're out of time. What we'll do is go there and at least try to stop such things from happening until the principal returns to the castle.

Seeing the thoughtful look on Neville's face as he pondered everything he heard, Harry promptly made his request:

- Choice! Come with us, help us prevent the Philosopher's Stone from falling into the wrong hands, or at least stay here, but know that just as I will stop any plans of Voldemort from rising again, I would like to see you doing justice for your parents.

- What do you say? - Harry finally asked as he headed for the dormitory door while staring at him.

Noticing Hermione clinging to his arm while the cloak covered them, leaving only their heads exposed, Ron squeezed in the middle with just enough space for one more person.

- I'm going! - Neville said determinedly, rolling his eyes at Ron. - But keep Weasley on a leash, otherwise, I will really break his face for pointing a wand when I'm clearly unarmed. - He continued under Harry's laughter, who would definitely love to see that.

Paying little attention to Ron's indignation, Harry quickly covered them all up, as they left the dormitory and walked, carefully but purposefully, in the direction they intended.

[ ... ]

At the foot of the first flight of stairs, they found Mrs. Norris, sneaking almost at the top.

Ah, let's kick her, just this once. - Ron whispered in Harry's ear, but Harry shook his head negatively. As they climbed, cautiously avoiding the cat, Mrs. Norris turned her lantern-like eyes towards them but did nothing.

They encountered no one else until they reached the staircase to the third floor. Peeves was swinging halfway up, loosening the carpet for people to trip on.

- Who's there? - He suddenly asked as they approached. And he squinted his wicked black eyes. - I know you're there, even if I can't see you. Are you a vampire, a ghost, or a filthy student? - And he rose into the air and floated, trying to see someone.

- I should call Filch, I should, if something's walking around invisible.

Coming up with some idea of what to do about Peeves, Harry promptly heard a very familiar voice coming from the shadows.

- Peeves! - Said the feminine and attractive voice of the head girl of Hogwarts. - The Bloody Baron has his reasons for walking around invisible and hiding his true voice. - Peeves nearly fell, shocked. He recovered in time and floated thirty centimeters off the steps.

- Sorry, Your Bloodiness, Mr. Baron, sir. - Said the poltergeist. - My bad, my bad, I didn't see you, of course not, you're invisible and with a different voice. Forgive old Peeves this little joke, sir.

- I have business to attend to here, Peeves. - Whispered the voice. - Stay away from this place tonight."

- I will, sir, you can be sure I will. - Promised Peeves, rising into the air again. - I hope your business goes well, Baron, I won't disturb you. - And he quickly left, floating down the stairs.

- Brilliant, Harry! - Whispered Ron, really believing it was some trick of his.

- It wasn't me, idiot. - Harry murmured, reprimanding him for exposing his name right there.

A few seconds later, the cloak they were hiding under was quickly pulled away from them by the agile hands of the seventh-year girl.

Her purple hair, presumptuous features, and a certain greenish and sarcastic look towards Potter were predominant.

They were there, in the third-floor corridor, they could see the door already ajar, with another obstacle ahead.

- Nynphadora... seriously, right now? - Harry asked indignantly, under her laughter.

- Oh, my dear lover... You know you can't fool me. Our bond prevents it, at least I was able to feel that something was bothering you. - She murmured this time to avoid attracting attention.

With her friends moving to the side, she promptly approached him, and to the surprise of the other three present, she simply kissed him in a way they had only seen in their parents or adults.

- Harry! Who is this Nynphadora? - Ron asked, only to receive a deadly glare from her.

- Don't call me Nynphadora! - She said sternly, her hair turning red to even more general amazement.

- But... Harry. - Ron said, not knowing how to explain himself.

- Harry can call me whatever he wants! But? What are a bunch of first-years doing here on the third floor, do you want a long and painful death as Dumbledore informed you?

- Guys! This is Nynphadora Tonks..., but it's best to call her only Tonks, otherwise, the Cerberus in there will seem like a puppy compared to what she can do. - Harry explained smiling, receiving another kiss under Hermione's questioning look and Neville's shyness.

- But, Harry... how do you know the head girl? - Hermione asked seriously and demandingly, not really knowing why.

- Well... - Harry began thoughtfully as he recalled times past. - It all started when I had a reality check about this society.

Part 02 in the next chapter due to the word limit of the chapter posting.

-- Introduced Characters --

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Nynphadora Tonks:

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-- Sexual Relations --

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