Harry Potter: A Fan Fiction - Volume 1 Chapter 56 The Stone

‘Geeez, what is wrong with these vampires? Why do they like mutual destruction so much? Is this a thing amongst these guys? I guess I have some probing to do later…’

As the world’s attention is directed at Romania at the moment Viktor knew that he couldn’t really help much but give up on looking around for his spoils. Luckily there should be enough test subjects for his research on the vampires in his laboratory and under his direct instructions, his team of ‘mad’ muggle scientists whom he ‘recruited’ long ago should be working on these very resilient test subjects right now. How a scientist’s mind worked is a mystery, they are willing to do anything for the sake of truth, they would even beg if they had to. Much to Viktor’s convince, there are tons of talents in the muggle world that are deprived of the chance to make something great just because they lacked the funding and a much needed push. Viktor wouldn’t waste these talents, not in his watch. His search for the truth, power and freedom has only just begun, having the help of these many heads would do him wonders in accomplishing his tasks.

What do they say? More heads are better than one? (especially when these head’s processing abilities are augmented by virtual intelligence)

“Natasha…”

“Yes Milord?”

“What is the status of your mission?”

“Mr. P is showing great intelligence and talent as I have stated in previous my report. I have also managed to get close to him and become friends, he hates fake people who are childish and annoying like the read headed Weasley and the blond boy Malfoy. Apart from too many girls being attracted to Mr. P which causes me some minor issues there’s great progress on the mission status as he came to realise what Hagrid took from Gringgots at the start of the semester. Right now he took great interest in exploring the mysteries of Hogwarts, he keeps on going to the third floor at night despite the headmaster’s warning as you have predicted.”

“And did you manage to decipher the layout of the third floor where the stone is hidden?”

“Yes Milord, however, the stone is not there the moment I infiltrated. I surmise it is hidden elsewhere and until the moment you predicted came it won’t be shown.”

‘Why is Dumbledore making this little joke of a maze instead of properly protecting the stone just as he promised to the Flammels? That crazy old fool will spit blood when master’s plans are realised.’

Natasha thought as she brushed her red curly hair to the side of her left ear while she pretended to read beside one of the eye candies in school at the moment, man of the year, slayer of giants, bane of werewolves, devourer of princesses, (rumors) the boy who lived, and most importantly Mr. Savior of the wizarding world (European version)… Harold James Potter himself, who is clearly struck by hormones at the moment as he swallowed his seemingly non-existent saliva before looking away.

“Umm Natasha…”

Harry asked the only friend he got ever since he enrolled in Hogwarts as she seemed more pleasant in his eyes than the others.

“Yes Harry?”

Natasha slowly lifted her chin, looked towards Harry’s direction and away from the book she was reading.

“Can I trust you with a secret?”

Harry’s face is serious, like he was about to confess of his crimes about stealing glances at his ‘friend’ when she is busy reading and dreaming about the two of them running through the horizon where the sky is always golden.

“Umhmm…”

The lovely redhead gave him a nod and a nasal response without second thoughts that did not require the use of tongue which is very convenient for her as she hated to speak her mind. (at least in Harry’s perception, but mehh it’s her training)

“Well, you see, the day Hagrid took me to Gringgots, he took something else before the whole Gringgots heist ever happened. I believe it is the sorcerer’s stone that sir Nicolas Flammel entrusted to his ‘loyal friend’, which I think is Headmaster Dumbledore.”

The young wizard intentionally stopped his quiet speech as if he was waiting for the million dollar question from the other party.

“And… Your point is…”

“I want to steal the stone to resurrect my parents.”

Natasha closed her book much to Harry’s shock and with a raised right brow she asked as if in confusion. “Are you sure?” to which the boy only nodded his head with much determination.

“You see… I found out that there’s a door in the third floor of the castle that houses a three headed dog that guards a trap door. It is highly likely that the headmaster hid the stone in that place, the reason for his sudden warning at the sorting ceremony. I talked to the grounds keeper two days ago and found out that the three headed dog is actually named Fluffy and would sleep like a log with some music. I’m planning to go at Christmas break where there’s going to be lesser people in the castle.”

“That answers a lot of my questions. Except for why you are telling me this, unless you plan to involve me in this little heist of yours. Are you sure that the stone can revive your parents? What is your plan in case we are found out? And how prepared are you? Christmas break is only a few days away.”

This is why he took a liking for Natasha, she is the epitome of meticulousness if there is such a thing. She is very smart and mature, plus those glasses she’s wearing didn’t serve to bring down her appeal but simply buffed it up a couple of times. He felt a sense of needing to protect her whenever he looked at his friend who seemed like she couldn’t hurt a fly even if she tried to.

“That’s why I’m telling you this, I’m not good at all in planning things out. I go a little spontaneous most of the time and it could be a little dangerous in some occasions. So yeah. I need your help… Please?”