Harry walked out of his astronomy exam feeling confident with Theo at his side. Draco, Pansy, Blaise were still taking the test and Harry planned on waiting for them before heading for the third floor.

Theo had been informed about the Philosopher's Stone but he didn't know about their plan to get the stone that night. He had noticed that they had been holding back information but didn't comment, he was just happy that they were telling him something. The voice, on the other hand, had been screaming that they were dirty liars and how they should have told the whole story.

Harry and Theo were mindlessly chatting about how they thought they did on the exam when three Gryffindor's, more specifically, Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley, ran past them, muttering about something. The only thing that Harry could pick up was, 'Fluffy' and 'Snape'.

Theo watched as Harry's widened and he let out a gasp, his eyes following the three lions down the hallway before he looked to Theo and exclaimed, "We need to follow them, now. I can't explain other than the fact that Quirrell is going to steal the Philosopher's Stone and they are going after it. I don't want them to get hurt."

Harry spoke quickly and Theo took his words seriously, following Harry as he ran down the hallway after them. Once they caught up, they opted to try and look more casual until they got to the area where the hallways crossed into the dungeons. After that, they proceeded to hide behind corners and wait until the trio passed into the next hallway.

Once they reached the third corridor and they were hiding near a corner, Theo accidentally hit a suit of armour, gaining Hermione's attention. She immediately whispered, "Did you hear that?"

Harry slapped his hand over his mouth silently as they heard Ron and Neville tell Hermione she was ridiculous as she slowly walked towards their location.

Before they knew it, their silence was futile and Hermione saw them. "Harry? What are you doing here? Why are you following us?"

"We know about the Philosopher's Stone too," Harry quickly compensated. "We just wanted to help you guys and make sure you didn't get hurt."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. After her behaviour earlier in the year towards him, she was surprised he was acting this way but hesitantly agreed to him coming along, much to Ron's chagrin.

"Why are you letting this slimy bastard come with us, 'Mione?" Ron snarled, trying to look as menacing as he could. To Harry, he barely scratched the surface of being as intimidating as a cute kitten.

Theo smirked, "You should be grateful that we're here to save your sorry arse. At least now you might not be a complete embarrassment to your house with us here."

Ron spluttered for words and didn't respond, choosing the just turn on his heel childishly and walk away. Neville, on the other hand, looking completely confounded and needed a quick jab about how clueless he was to keep on moving.

They reached the door and Harry stepped forward and stated, "First, let's set some ground rules."

The other four nodded, some more hesitantly than others, and he continued, "First off, Ron and Neville are going to do whatever Theo, Hermione or I say."

"What? You're joking, right? Us, taking orders from a couple Slytherins?" Ron laughed, as if it had been a joke. He was soon shut up with an angry look from the Slytherins and a warning look from Hermione and Neville.

"It's the only way you're going to get out of this alive," Theo said seriously. Hermione continued for him, "They're right. The teachers probably set up all the traps in here so they're going to be nearly impossible for us to do."

Ron gulped and the two of them nodded. Harry quickly said, "Secondly, if someone tells you to run, run. This is a life or death situation and me and Theo do not want your blood on our hands. Third, if someone dies, Neville or Ron, basically whoever is left standing, needs to run and get the closest teacher. Deal?"

The rest of them nodded and they entered the room, greeted with the familiar face of Fluffy the three-headed dog. Harry immediately took notice of the harp playing itself and took advantage of the opportunity.

"Quirrell's already been through here, come on," Harry said, brushing off the surprise at his announcement of who was really guilty in the situation.

Hermione exclaimed quietly, "What do you mean, Quirrell? He can barely even cast a spell without stuttering, how do you expect him to do something like this?"

As Harry and Theo moved the paw out of the way and lifted up the trap door, Harry quickly answered, "Never underestimate the enemy," before jumping in himself.

Neville squeaked in shock before looking up and noticing that the three-headed dog was waking up. The rest of them quickly jumped in as well, the trap door shutting behind Theo, who was the last to enter.

The five of them landed in thick vines that slowly began to wrap around them. Ron began to cry out for help and the rest began squirming as it took a tight hold on them.

"It's Devil's Snare! Dammit- I can't remember how to get rid of it!" Harry exclaimed through the darkness, slowly beginning the panic before asking, "Does anyone remember it from Herbology?"

"It's- Oh Merlin- It's deadly fun... I- I can't," Hermione started, trying repeatedly to remember before being cut off by Neville.

"It's deadly fun but will sulk in the sun!" Neville shouted, happy to finally not be completely useless.

Harry yelled, "Lumos Solem!" He was forced to use wandless magic because the plant was wrapping around him, rendering his arms immobile ad he was unable to grab his wand. However, it was not a very difficult challenge and he completed the feat effortlessly.

The plants shrunk away from the incredible light and let the five of them fall to the ground. Theo muttered, "Good going, Harry," while the others just gave short, approving nods.

The group now found themselves walking into the next room. The ceiling's were three times as high with many columns stretching down. There were dozens of keys floating along the ceiling and a pristine looking door. There was also a broom flying in midair about five feet in front of Harry.

The three Gryffindor's began to discuss what their next move would be while Harry stormed up to the door and pointed his wand at it, shouting, "Bombarda!"

The rest of the group jumped as the door exploded while Harry just scowled and muttered, "This is too easy... I wonder..."

"What is it, Harry?" Theo asked, concerned.

Harry shook his head as if to get rid of his thoughts. "Nothing, just an afterthought."

The lions noticed the small exchange and Hermione could tell that the afterthought actually meant something but brushed it off and followed his lead.

The next room held a large chess set with pieces that were three times as tall as Harry himself. He thought over a number of possibilities in his head before asking, "Are any of you good at chess?"

Hermione piped up, "Ron is great at it, nobody has beaten him so far this year and he plays just about every day."

Ron's face turned red as he looked down at his shoes. Harry raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is that true?"

The youngest male Weasley suddenly felt very bashful under Harry's scrutinising gaze. He mumbled, "I mean, I guess."

"Is that a yes or a no? Our lives are on the line here and if you're too shy to speak up than I can't know if we can trust you." Harry barked out, reminding everyone there of a very strict teacher and they suddenly felt as if they were the ones being scolded.

"Yes, it's a yes." Ron said, much more confident than before. He didn't want Harry Potter to show him up much less go around saying he scolded him like he was a child.

Harry sighed and ran his hand through his hair before saying, "Okay, for this room, you command us."

Ron's eyes widened but he got over his shock when Harry barked at him to get moving. His mind began racing but he quickly commanded everyone to go to a place on the board. Since there were only three spots that needed to be filled, Harry and Theo were told to move to the side because they were the least expendable of the group.

Harry was stunned as he watched the logical side of Ron's brain at work. He commanded Hermione and Neville as if he had been an army general and he spoke with the confidence of one too. He was extremely impressed by the redhead's strategies and took mental notes on his observations.

As the game was nearing an end, Ron came to a realisation that he would have to be sacrificed to ensure victory. He turned to Harry and said, "I'm going to need to get taken out but don't worry about it. Once I'm down, Neville can take down their king."

Harry nodded, impressed by the maturity he was showing as he watched the sword of the queen threw Ron to the side like a rag doll. He gasped as he noticed that Ron had a rather large gash on his head and was bleeding profusely.

Hermione shouted his name and prepared to step off her square to check on him when Harry demanded, "Hermione, stop. Once the game is finished you can check on him."

She nodded, stunned at her own illogical decision as she watched Neville finish the game. The moment he said, "Checkmate," the game was over and they had won. The sword fell from the King piece's grasp and rattled as it collapsed to the ground. All the pieces returned to their original positions and the door behind the board opened.

Harry let out a breath and ran towards Ron, where Neville was already shaking him and shouting, "Ron! Get up!"

"Are you daft?" Theo asked Neville genuinely, only to receive an offended look from the chubby Gryffindor. Theo snorted in response.

"Move away, don't touch him," Harry commanded, waiting for them to obey. After a moment, he cast a healing spell on the cut on his head, which closed it after a few seconds before putting his hand on his arm and pushing a fraction of his magic into him. This performed a quick assessment before Harry summarised, "He's fine, just unconscious."

Theo was stunned to see Harry perform healing magic so easily but brushed it off as one of the many things Harry could do that no other his age could do. The voice in his head, however, was getting louder by the minute and was extremely jealous. It was louder than it ever was before and Theo was terrified that something was going to happen. It had never been that bad before.

The four of them now moved onto the next room and the moment they stepped in, a long line of purple flame shot up behind them and black flames shot up in front of them, just past the only object in the room, a table. On the table were 7 potions lined up horizontally.

Harry walked up to the table and noticed a piece of paper, which Hermione picked up. She read through it and said, "It's a riddle."

When Theo gestured for her to read it, she did:

"Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind,
Two of us will help you, whichever you would find,
One among us seven will let you move ahead,
Another will transport the drinker back instead,
Two among our number hold only nettle wine,
Three of us are killers, waiting hidden in line.
Choose, unless you wish to stay here for evermore,
To help you in your choice, we give you these clues four:
First, however slyly the poison tries to hide
You will always find some on nettle wine's left side;
Second, different are those who stand at either end,
But if you would move onwards, neither is your friend;
Third, as you see clearly, all are different size,
Neither dwarf nor giant holds death in their insides;
Fourth, the second left and the second on the right
Are twins once you taste them, though different at first sight."

Harry and Hermione's minds spurred into action while the other Gryffindor just looked on in confusion. Theo, on the other hand, watched in interest as Hermione and Harry discussed the riddle as if they had been doing it for years.

Suddenly, Hermione pointed at the third bottle and said, "So this one must be the one to move ahead."

Harry nodded, agreeing with her and said, "Yeah, that's right. The one on the far right must send you back then." He looked around at the group and said, "Neville, I'm going to send you back to get help. Take this, drink it, and go back."

Neville nodded quickly, although he didn't want to leave the heroics to two Slytherins and a know-it-all Gryffindor, and drank the potion before turning around and running through the flames back to the chess room.

Hermione watched as Neville disappeared into the flames and sighed before looking at Harry for the next instruction. Harry moved the potion to go ahead closer towards him and cast the doubling charm on the potion twice, so there were three potions for them to drink from. He handed one to each of them.

"Before we do anything, are you both sure you want to continue on? I have no idea whats on the other side but this is your only chance to stop," Harry offered. He mostly did this to reassure himself that they weren't being dragged into it if they got hurt in the next room.

When the other two reaffirmed that they wanted to continue, Harry muttered, "Bottoms up," and they drank the surprisingly tasteless potions.

The three of them walked together towards the flame in unison, none of them hesitating as they walked through the flames easily.

On the other side, only Hermione was surprised to see Professor Quirrell muttering to himself in front of a mirror. His head snapped around and faced them and he smirked when he realized it was just three little first-years who had come to defeat him.

"It was Quirrell..." Hermione whispered under her breath, having never even thought of it until Harry and Theo had claimed it was him.

Harry scoffed and said, "We've known for months now."

"What are three little first-years doing here on a night like this? You must be suicidal to have thought you could take on me," Quirrell said confidently, without a care in the world.

Harry pulled out his wand and started the battle by yelling, "Stupefy!"

While Harry's audacity took Quirrell by surprise, he easily recovered and cast a spell back. All of Harry's practice with running away from Dudley had given him good instincts and he jumped away before throwing a hex his way.

After a few seconds, Theo and Hermione joined in the battle but were quickly incapacitated when they were tied to a wall with a quick, 'Incarcerous' from Quirrell.

The battle between Harry and Quirrell continued for a few minutes, both landing multiple blows on each other when finally, experience bested power and Harry was hit with a full body bind curse.

Harry's legs snapped together and his arms flew to his sides as he collapsed to the ground. The only thing he could move was his eyes, which looked up to see a sneering Quirrel standing over him.

"How," Quirrell started, "Disappointing. I expected more from the boy who defeated the most powerful wizard of all time." He waved his wand lazily and the spell on Harry was released but less than a second later he was thrown against the wall on the opposite side of the room, across from Hermione and Theo.

He fell to the ground, choking for air after having the wind knocked out of him. Before he knew it, Quirrell yelled, "Crucio!"

Theo and Hermione watched on as Harry convulsed on the ground, screaming in pain for what felt like ages. Theo felt totally helpless as the voice in his head rejoiced in Harry's pain but he felt nothing but guilt for not being able to help more. Hermione, on the other hand, stayed silent. While she felt totally awful for not being able to do anything, she was happy it was happening to him and not her.

Harry felt like it had been years that he was under the curse, the pain was so overwhelming that he could feel himself nearing unconsciousness. Despite the need to just fall asleep, he felt like he couldn't. His friends were in need.

When Quirrell got bored with torturing Harry, he let him out of the curse but quickly cast an Incarcerous on his too, leaving him tied against the wall. Quirrell walked over to the other side of the room, eyeing Theo with interest.

"You're Tiberius' kid, right?" Quirrell asked, looking Theo straight in the eye with a hard look.

Theo gulped but nodded. His father wasn't the easiest topic for him to talk about but he wasn't going to test his luck here in withholding information.

'Let me see him,' a voice rasped out from an unknown location. Theo looked around desperately but couldn't see anything except for Quirrell but it sounded like it was coming from right behind him.

A scared look passed over Quirrell's face as he stammered, "But, my lord, you are too weak right now! You're in so state to-"

'Do as I say, Quirinus.' The voice commanded harshly, leaving Quirrell no opportunity to resist as he nodded quickly and began unwrapping his turban.

Harry, who had recovered and was watching the scene, looked on in horror as Quirrell slowly unwrapped his turban, revealing a repulsive face on the back of his head. Harry gasped in pain as he made eye contact with the being and a sharp ache suddenly went through his mind. The face grinned when it saw he was in pain.

Quirrell turned around, allowing Theo to see the face on the back of his head while Harry just saw Quirrell's face, smirking. The voice said, 'Ah, you look so much like your father. Tell me, is he still loyal to the cause?"

Theodore gasped in shock at the face and whimpered, 'You- You're Voldemort?"

The voice chuckled, enjoying seeing one of his future follower's shock. 'Yes, though it is Lord Voldemort to you. Now answer my question.'

"Yes, my father is still loyal to the cause," Theo said quietly, trying his best to ignore Hermione's gasp of shock from next to him.

'Good, good," The voice rasped, apparently it didn't notice Hermione's gasp. 'Though I was quite angry with him when he married your blood-traitor mother. However, he made up for it with his undying loyalty to me. He was willing to kill her for me but I told him he needed to produce an heir first and here you are."

Theo felt anger well up in him toward his father and the thing in front of him. He was about to yell but Voldemort beat him to it as he said, 'Quirinus, turn around. I wish to see the Potter scum."

Quirrell did as asked and walked toward Harry before turning around, allowing his master a view of the first-year. He sneered at Harry in his weakened state and laughed out, 'Look at him now. Complete weak and worthless, I'd like to see you stand up to me now.'

Harry glared defiantly, "You'll never win."

Quirrell turned around quickly and exclaimed, "How dare you talk to him like that! Diffindo!"

The cutting curse that was sent towards the not-so-defenceless Harry was quickly blocked in an exceptional use of wandless magic and he quickly followed it up with a quick blast of pure magic, sending him back to roughly the middle of the room. Harry destroyed the ropes around him with a quick wandless and nonverbal, 'Finite Incantatem."

Harry went to attack immediately after but was cut off with a quick, 'Crucio' which Harry was unable to dodge as he collapsed to the ground, screaming for the second time that day. It was even worse this time and Harry felt, not for the first time in his life as if he wanted to die.

The pain flared through every nerve in his body and he felt as if every bone in his body was going to give out.

Hermione watched in horror as the situation deteriorated around her. Harry was under the Cruciatus curse and she knew that if you were under it for a certain amount of time it could leave permanent damage and Theo was just revealed to be the son of a loyal Death Eater.

When Harry was let out of the curse, his hands continued to jerk consistently as he turned onto his stomach and emptied its contents onto the floor. A few seconds later, Quirrell commanded, "Get in front of this mirror and tell me what you see."

Harry somehow still had the audacity to resist and snarled out, "I'll never do what you tell me."

Voldemort laughed, making Hermione and Theo cringe at the sound that vaguely reminded them of fingernails on a chalkboard. "You just wait, Harry Potter. The day will come where you are merely a slave in my dungeons and you will comply with my every command."

Harry looked horrified at Voldemort's words but his horror was changed into utter bliss as Quirrell pointed his wand at him and muttered, "Imperio."

All of Harry's pain completely disappeared and he found himself feeling like he was floating. Suddenly, Quirrell's words broke through his trance; "Walk up to the mirror and tell me what you see."

Harry suddenly felt like something was wrong. He felt like he couldn't resist the command but a sudden determination filled him and he snapped out of his reverie, grunting as he stumbled a bit. All the pain came back from before and he found his arms twitching harshly. When he regained his balance, he glared at Quirrell who countered by throwing a cutting curse at him.

As he was having difficulty remaining standing, he decided to dodge the curse by falling to his knees. Quirrell laughed at this display of weakness but was completely shocked when Harry began throwing a barrage of spells in his direction.

During this small battle, Harry quickly found himself being defeated again. He couldn't hold his own against an uninjured opponent who had decades of experience on him. When the first curse hit him, he was done.

'Was that wandless magic?' Voldemort asked, sounding surprised. Quirrell nodded in affirmation and prepared himself for his next command when he heard his master scowling.

'Torture him. Maybe if he knows what will happen if he remains light he'll want to join the winning side. With a little bit of training, he could change the fate of the war. Make sure there will be no permanent damage other than scars,' Voldemort said, thinking out loud.

Quirrell nodded and began throwing cutting curse after cutting curse. Before long Harry had cuts everywhere on his body and Quirrell began casting, 'Crucio' again. By this point, Harry's voice had gone hoarse from screaming so he was writhing on the ground as if he was having a seizure.

"Stop!" Theo exclaimed from the wall, standing motionlessly. The voice in his head was howling at this point and was begging Theo to let him out. It was saying that it could help Harry if he let him out.

Voldemort, on the back of Quirrell's head, was facing Theo and snarled, "Just like your blood traitor mother aren't you? Wanting to betray us?"

The voice began screaming and Theo couldn't get past the thrum in his head. He couldn't get past the pounding as he watched one of his best friends being tortured and him not being able to do anything about it.

LET ME OUT, the voice screeched, making Theo want to crawl into a ball from the pain it caused to his head. He whimpered, "Please, just stop. I'll do anything."

Voldemort sneered at his pitiful begs and ridiculed him further; "You'll never live up to your father's image and you'll always be like your poor, weak, worthless mother. When I get my body back, people like you will be my first targets."

Theo gave out from the pressure and let the voice take over.

Hermione watched in shock as Theo's eyes turned white and he began to convulse madly. After a few seconds, she became unable to discern whether or not it was even still Theo next to her.

A black cloud of smoke began to appear around him before taking the form a dark mass with two glowing eyes. Theo disappeared in a matter of seconds and the mass attacked. Everything that followed could be described as nothing less than pure destruction.

When Minerva McGonagall found Neville Longbottom outside of her quarters, panting as if he had just ran a marathon, she thought it was just a cruel joke. That is, however, until she heard the words Harry Potter, Theo Nott, and Philosopher's Stone.

She immediately commanded Neville to lead the way before sending a Patronus to Madam Pomfrey and Severus while walking. Silently, she prayed that her training was enough for Harry to hold off whoever was down there.

The feeling of shock did not fade as she passed through each obstacle that five first-years managed to pass with a small amount of difficulty. The moment she saw Ron Weasley unconscious on the floor, she gasped and ran up to him, checking his heart rate to see if he was alright. She would never forgive herself in a student managed to get killed doing something that she had created.

She sighed in relief as his heart was still beating and he was in stable condition. She noticed that a cut on his head had been healed and turned to Neville, asking, "Who healed him?"

"It was Harry, Professor. " Neville said honestly, slightly embarrassed that he was being upstaged by a Slytherin but appreciated the fact that his best friend was alright. While Neville was not the brightest, he knew when he should tell the truth.

McGonagall sighed in relief and thought, thank Merlin that boy learns quickly. Otherwise, Ron Weasley might have died that night.

She continued on and noticed that instead of flames sprouting up behind them and ahead of them as it did when enchanted, nothing happened. Neville seemed to have noticed this as well.

McGonagall continued to walk past the table and was horrified at the image in front of her. The floor and walls were completely torn apart and three people were strewn around on the floor, one in the corner, still conscious.

Hermione Granger was in the corner with her head in her hands, completely horrified at what she had just seen. Theodore had just become that- that thing and destroyed everything. It completely ripped apart Quirrell and the only thing she could hear was the repeating thud of his head hitting the ground.

McGonagall held a hand out, gesturing for Neville to stay where he is and stay quiet as she approached the terrified eleven-year-old in the corner. Hermione was shaking like a leaf as she whimpered quietly.

"Hermione?" McGonagall asked softly. "Are you alright?"

Hermione snapped out of her trancelike state and looked her professor straight in the eye before breaking into tears and completely collapsing. "It was awful," She choked out in between sobs, leaning into the woman who was at her side. The professor merely rubbed her back reassuringly and muttered words of encouragement into her ears.

When it became clear to Minerva that Hermione was not going to calm down any time soon, she stunned the first-year wandlessly and nonverbally and levitated her body into the next room, where the ground was definitely stable.

She walked over to Theodore and turned him over, gasping as she saw his appearance. His eyes were open and completely clouded over and blue veins were prominent all across his face. She put her finger to his neck and confirmed her fears.

"Minerva! What happened here?" Poppy's high-pitched voice echoes throughout the room, heels clicking as she walked in.

McGonagall straightened herself out before standing up and turning to the matron, "I'm not quite sure myself, a tragedy..." She faded off, looking down at the eleven-year-old boy by her feet.

Minerva moved onto Harry as Poppy ran over to Theo, trying her best to ignore the stifled sob that Poppy gave off as she examined the boy. Poppy muttered, "Oh, Minerva... He's dead."

McGonagall nodded but didn't respond. All she felt was numb. How could she have let this happen on her watch?

A silent vow was made that day by Minerva McGonagall to protect her students no matter the cost. She had let Albus endanger their students for too long and she was done with standing by and letting it happen.

The moment Harry returned to consciousness, his arms began twitching uncontrollably and everything that had happened came back to him. The first thought that ran through his mind was, what happened to Theo?

He sat up quickly, before collapsing back onto the bed, feeling incredible pain course throughout his body. He groaned in pain and a quick, "Oh!" was heard before the clicking of high heels.

Moments later, Harry felt liquid going down and his first instinct was to force it away before he heard a familiar voice say, "Oh, don't worry. It'll get rid of the twitching. An after-effect of the Cruciatus curse."

Once he realized it was just the nurse, he willingly drank the potions, ignoring the awful taste and repulsive thickness of the liquid.

"What happened?" He asked hoarsely as he opened his eyes, taking a few seconds to adjust to the light before looking at the nurse straight on.

She clucked at him and said, "I think it's you who should be telling us that, Mr. Potter. What is the world possessed you to go there by yourself? And dragging along four other students, no less!"

Harry sighed distractedly and looked away before explaining the story, from being informed about the Philosopher's Stone by his friends to being tortured by Quirrell. After telling his story, he asked, "Where is Theo? Is he ok? And Hermione too?"

"Hermione is fine, just in a state of shock at the moment," She started, looking anywhere but at Harr. "But, I'm afraid Theodore didn't make it."

For Harry, the world lost all colour as the truth of that statement hit him. He whispered, "What happened? How did he die?"

"When we found him, he was in a very strange state. It appeared as if he had been dead for days and we looked through multiple old cases for any sign of what it could be and came to the conclusion that he was an obscurial." Poppy explained patiently, observing Harry's reaction to her words.

He looked up, confused, and asked, "What is that?"

"An obscurial is a wizard who has had their magic suppressed and that creates a dark force of magic called an obscurus. Obscurials are usually made as a result of being abused. Theodore's case is extremely rare, however, as he did seem to have access to his magic despite being an obscurial. I'm not sure if you knew this, but Theodore had a minor case of schizophrenia and we believe that he may have suppressed his symptoms, choosing to ignore them. As it got worse, it probably got harder for him to hide it and as he experienced intense emotions during your fight with Quirrell, it was released. As a result, his obscurus was released, killing Theo and Quirrell and injuring you even more severely than you already had been," Poppy explained quietly, watching Harry absorb the information.

After a few minutes of silence, Poppy spoke up, saying, "I'll leave you to your thoughts, please let me know if you need anything. "

Harry nodded in thanks as he laid back down, though he didn't fall asleep. He stared ahead as guilt began to haunt him and he asked himself what he could have done to save his friend's life.

Two months later, Harry was staying in the Zabini household in Italy with Blaise and Draco. The end of the year had passed quite quickly but not without a fair share of drama.

After the news was broken to the school at the end-of-year feast that both Theodore Nott and Quirrell had died, everyone was sent into a frenzy. This announcement was immediately followed up with Dumbledore awarding 50 points each to Hermione, Neville, Ron, and Theo and 100 points to Harry. This was quite an obvious way of letting the school know what had gone down.

Harry had been warned by Dumbledore not to tell anyone about what had happened so he listened and refrained from telling anyone, despite being asked by everyone. He felt incredibly guilty, especially because his friends had trusted him with their secret about the Philosopher's Stone and he couldn't tell them what had happened with it, but that all changed in the middle of the summer.

Spending the summer in Italy was not on Harry's list of things to do but he had no issue with it, especially when he knew the alternative. The biggest shock, however, came when Blaise handed him the Daily Prophet one day and it read:

DUMBLEDORE IN AZKABAN

On this day of August 20th, 1992, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was arrested in his home by the auror division and was tried for use of the unforgivable curses, more specifically the Imperius Curse, and allowing the death of a first-year student, Theodore Nott, to occur.

He was accused of these things by two teachers at Hogwarts itself, Professor Minerva McGonagall and Potions Master Severus Snape. Supposedly, Dumbledore had attempted to place the Imperius Curse on both Poppy Pomfrey and Minerva McGonagall herself! This was proven in a trial where McGonagall provided a memory and Pomfrey was investigated by mind-healers for evidence of the Imperius. Both of these proved true and he was sentenced to Azkaban for life as per the law that was made in 1717 that declared that any use of the three Unforgivables on another person is punishable to a life sentence in Azkaban.

In the case of his second accusation, not much is known surrounding the death of Theodore Nott and it has been kept private by the Wizengamot by request of Theodore's mother, Eloise Nott. What is known is that the incident occurred during the exam time at Hogwarts and four other students and a teacher (who was killed that night as well) were involved.

Harry gasped in shock and looked up at Blaise, who had one eyebrow raised and was looking at him with a questioning glance and he asked, "Can you tell us now?"

Harry nodded and told the story to his friends, not holding back a single detail as he told the tale of the Philosopher's Stone and the Obscurial.

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