I am sorry to say that this will be the FINAL chapter of the Fanfiction, I know it was a short story, but at the moment I find myself thinking that I said everything that I wanted to say in this story, anything else and I would just do what we in Italy call "Adding Water to the Soup" (roughly translated) which means that any more and I would just be adding useless stuff just to make other chapters and make the story longer without actually adding anything important and resulting with a "diluted" story in my hands. I am sorry.

I just hope you won't find this a let-down, I did my best to have a good chapter, other than that, thank you for reading me, I hope you will enjoy this even just a little, keep following me though.

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" Alohomora" – spells/Parseltongue

"Let's finish this" - dialogue

" Can it get any worse? " - during flashback/ Creatures, thoughts/Legilimency

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Chapter 5: Maybe using the mirror was not a good idea after all...

Hogwarts – after the Troll's failed rampage -

Time had passed since the Troll incident and the school had slowly returned to a semblance of normality for what were Hogwarts' standards.

The new addition to the Time Traveling group, The House Elf Dobby, was once again just like in the past helping Harry and his friends, this time by acting as intermediary between the Silver trio and the Marauder Duo with his "usual" alacrity-bordering-obsession for Harry after taking Kreacker's place at Grimmauld Place.

Pomfrey still had her hands full of young patients that seemed determined at making her regret of taking the profession as an Healer, especially whenever a seventh year presented him or herself with the result of a badly-planned 'Kinky game' in a broom closet, making Poppy once again curse Albus for not accepting her suggestion of spicing the older students' food with "Hormones Dampening" potions so to spare her the annoyance of turning back the boys' "wands" from being purple or feathers-covered.

Filch kept stalking the Weasley Twins after the third bathroom started singing a chinese rendition of Frank Sinatra's greatest hits, with Filius immediately behind him eager to discover how they did it because fan of the Muggle singer.

And Pomona was still baby-talking to plants that most of the times were lethal and could be used as defense mechanism of the castle but that she still insist to use in her lesson to children, Hagrid still whining about the injustice of HIS pets being considered "dangerous" while the woman was permitted to grow Man-Eating sunflowers in one of the greenhouses with the excuse of those being good to cure back problems by the use of their petals.

The only ones acting out of ordinary were Severus and Minerva, immediately after the delivery of the brooms both professor had started a silent, and quite childish, war to each other in order to have the other crack before the match, the only 'Rule' was that they could not target the players of the opposite Team directly...

Not that Snape lacked the "gitness" necessary to target everyone else in the House of the opposite Team of course.

The most entertaining part of this war between the two Head of House was during Lunch and Dinner, it wasn't rare to see McGonagall start singing after having her drink tampered with by Snape, and her rendition of "I Dreamed a Dream" never failed to receive a standing ovation from everyone in the Hall.

Nor it was strange any more to see the Potion Master yelp in pain because his fork or his cup decided to bite him once or twice.

"Seriously, any more childish and those two will start throwing Stinging Hexes at each other!" Hermione said with an annoyed huff.

"OW! SEVERUS!" McGonagall yelled with a frown.

"You were saying?" Harry asked with a smirk, watching in amusement as Albus tried to stop both professors from giving a bad example to the students AND Flitwick from issuing a betting pool about who would win between Minerva and Snape in a duel.

"Soon we'll have our first Quidditch Match, the one against Slytherin, any suggestion?" Ron asked.

"Don't get nervous," Harry suggested.

"Oh, really? Thanks! It's not like I was, I dunno, the former captain of the Chudley Cannons and then the Head of the Office of Magical Sports and Games..." the red-haired boy said, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"You asked for it, I just answered your question," Harry said with a shrug.

"Idiots, the two of you are just two idiots, we need to plan what to do if Dumbledore use the Mirror of Erised once again," Hermione commented with a sigh.

"I'll do what I did last time, act all surprised and such, two visits and the old goat should give me the talk about how the Mirror works, he has a love for theatrics and will probably pull that "I appear from nowhere" trick of his," Harry answered.

"I know I won't act like last time!" Ron said with a smirk.

"Should I get worried?" Hermione asked.

"You just go with your parents, me and Harry will take care of the rest," the boy answered.

"That's it, I will ask Dobby to inform me when you will receive the Cloak and then pop here at night to keep an eye on you two," the girl said with a defeated sigh.

"Nope, you will go relax and I will reign our dear ginger-head, you need to relax a little more, my dear Minister," Harry said, taking her hand and kissing it.

"I found that term a little offensive, thank you," Ron said crossing his arms.

"So?" Harry asked with a wide smile.

"Grrr! You are the prattiest of the pratty prat!" the other answered, sticking out his tongue.

"Why I didn't accept being sorted into Ravenclaw last time? I could have missed all these problems!" Hermione said with a whine.

"We love you too, you are our precious, beautiful bookworm that we adore with all our hearts!" Harry said, hugging her tightly.

"Yeah, what would be of us if you weren't here? We would be lost without our gorgeous know-it-all!" Ron said, adding himself to the hug.

"Don't think that your words, although flattering, will work this time; I am regretting being your friend at the moment," the girl answered with red cheeks.

"And what if we add some more compliments and sweet words?" Harry asked.

"And then we also pet your wonderful bushy hair while praising your infinite intelligence? Will you forgive us?" Ron added

"...maybe," she answered weakly, face completely red now.

"D'aaaaaw!" both boys cooed happily, hugging their friend even harder while nuzzling their cheeks on hers.

Quidditch Pitch – before the start of the match – Slytherin changing room -

"Okay, idiots! Professor Snape gave us three firsties, but I have to admit that those three managed to outshine some of you," the Captain, Marcus Flint, said with a glare.

"Higgs! This time you'll stay here, let's see how Potter does in a real game," the tall boy said.

"WHAT!? Come on Flint! We can't risk the game just to 'Test' a first year!" Terence Higgs, normally Slytherin Team' Seeker, said with a disbelieving expression.

"You saw him fly during our training, how was he?" Marcus asked back.

"...he was good," the other admitted grumbling.

"Glad you understood, Granger will take the role of Beater this time, she may not have a lot of strength when repelling a Bludger, but she has an aim that I still find simply ridiculous," Flint then said.

"I still find it unfair," another boy answered crossing his arms.

"Bletchey?"

"Aye-aye, but so help me, if the carrot-top here let the others score just because his brothers are in Gryffindor I will tear off his head," the Team's Keeper said waving the Captain off.

"Good, now hurry up and change, I want to win against those Gryffindorks!" Flint ordered with a last glare.

While the others were changing, the Time-Traveling trio had hastily erected a small Privacy Barrier to shield what they were saying from the others.

"At least Wood used to cheer for us before every match," Ron said, shaking his head.

"It's also true that he used always the same speech," Harry answered.

"True, how do you feel, Hermi? This is your first match after all?"

"Curiously I am calm, I thought I would have been at least a little nervous," Hermione answered, a little surprised herself.

"Strategy? Any idea?" Harry asked.

"Well...nothing personal, but Gryffindor did manage to win those matches last time because you were a good Seeker, Harry, unless your talent in that dropped since we came back, we shouldn't have problems," the girl answered.

"And if you counter Quirrel's curse the match will last even shorter," Ron added.

"Okay then, each of us will focus on its own job in the game, hoping to not have the others submerge us in goals," Harry said with a nod.

"HOY! I take my role as Keeper very seriously, thank you!" Ron said with his ears turning crimson.

"Sorry, sorry! Hermione just needs to pay attention to the twins," Harry said.

"Which one? Hikaru or Kaoru?" Hermione asked with a smirk.

"What?" Ron asked curious.

"Aah! Japan, I liked that meeting, the hotel had a wonderful mini-bar," Harry answered with a little laugh.

"You should have accepted to accompany me in that meeting with the Japanese Minister of Magic, Ron, the Minister's daughter couldn't stop calling Harry 'Harui'," the bushy-haired girl answered laughing at her friend's sigh.

"Ow, come on! Just because I wear round glasses doesn't mean that everyone else that does looks like me!" Harry said with a pout.

"What are you two talking about?" Ron asked curious.

"It's about a Muggle show, both the 'Hitachiin Twins' and 'Harui Fujioka' shares a rather remarkable resemblance with Fred, George and Harry, especially when in the show Harui wears glasses," Hermione explained.

"It doesn't help that our names sound similar..." Harry added with a sigh.

"Bah! Whatever," Ron answered as Flint signaled them to follow him outside.

Once the two Teams exited the whole stadium exploded into cheering, every single eye looking intently at them, hoping to not lose a single detail.

"Okay...I am getting nervous now," Hermione said.

"Welcome to the wonderful world of Quidditch! try to think what would feel like playing during the World Cup then, this has nothing on that," Ron said with a wide smile as they marched towards Madam Hooch.

"Surprisingly, that does not help me," the girl muttered.

"Cheer up! You were, and will be again, Minister of Magic, you can't get scared from this," Harry said, giving a reassuring squeeze to her shoulder.

"Okay," she answered with a nod.

In the stands – Professors seats -

"Are you okay, Filius? You still feel light-headed?" Minerva asked with a worried tone.

"Uh? No-no! I am just worried to see three first year students playing against older students, that's all," Flitcwick answered.

It was a rather shocking discovery for the trio that the Sorting Hat was able to influence memories in case of need.

The Hat had justified it as it being Helga Hufflepuff' countermeasure in case of dire needs, should a Memory Charm showed as being not enough, the Hat ability of entering people's head and subconscious would have been able 'remove' blocks of memories in a way to stop those from being ever unlocked or reconstructed even by a Master Legilimens and substituted by perfectly-made fakes.

The down side was that the subject would remain slightly dizzy and light-headed depending on 'how big' the memory removed was, the bright side was that this thing was up to the Hat itself discretion to use, making the risk of Albus abusing it non-existent.

"You seem quite desperate, Severus, using those three at the first match against us," Minerva said with a casual voice.

"Considering that we had won every other Cup before this I am not worried, and still, even if it pains me a lot to have Potter playing for my House, I am pretty sure he will be able to play in an acceptable way...surely better than that dunderhead you added to the Team two months ago, you seem to be the one that is desperate to win," Snape answered with a pleasured sneer at her narrowed eyes.

"The fact that those three play like 'veterans' of Quidditch is not part of your calmness I bet," Pomona Sprout answered.

"Not at all," the Potion Master answered with a straight face, even if a momentary jerking upward of his mouth betrayed his mirth.

While the various professor were rolling their eyes at the Potion Master, McGonagall moved to sit near Jordan to try and reign the "over-zealous" Gryffindor that will comment the match.

"OOOKAY! Madam Hooch has just whistled the start of the match Gryffindor VS Slytherin, and I am still gonna say that it was unfair for them to use Harry Potter as a Seeker since the boy is obviously a Gryffindor that was mis-sorted, he has not the face of a bad boy and I discovered that his father was OUR Seeker back in his school days," the boy said in the magical microphone.

"JORDAN!" Minerva roared.

"Sorry, sorry! I was just saying that I don't find it fair..." the boy replied.

"I am warning you! Focus on the Game!" the stern woman answered.

"FINE! Gryffindor is really belting along up there by the way! Neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve - back to Johnson and - no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes - Flint flying like an eagle up there, seeing how bulk he is, it's kind of surprising - he's going to sc- no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle!" Jordan said as the deafening cheer of the House of Pride made the Stadium tremble.

"Is it bad that I am happy to see Wood keeping us from scoring?...naah, probably not" Ron muttered with a shrug.

"That's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and - OUCH - that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger, Granger did have a monstrous aim with that bat for a firstie, I'll give her that much - Quaffle taken by the Slytherins - that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger - sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which."

"One is a dunderhead while the other is an slightly taller fool," Snape suggested with a smirk.

"SEVERUS!" McGonagall yelled "Jordan was already an handful, I can't reign both!" she then muttered with a whine.

While McGonagall was deep in self-commiseration, Harry was boringly watching for the little bugger, the Snitch still flying around the grass near the Gryffindor Goal Rings, invisible to the two Seekers.

"Nice play by the Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes - she's really flying, and pretty too! Look at her ars..."

"Finish that statement and I'll wash your tongue with soap!" Minerva hissed with a fiery rage in her eyes.

"YIKES! There she is! She dodges a speeding Bludger - the goal posts are ahead - come on, now, Angelina! - Keeper Weasley dives – how did he catch that!? - No Goal for Gryffindor!" Jordan said without even trying to hide his disappointment.

"A little biased are we? Offended that we did not let you people win easily?" Hermione commented as she launched back a Bludger right at Fred, sticking out her tongue as he frowned at her.

"Slytherin now in possession, let's see what they will try," Lee Jordan in the meantime was saying,

"Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the - wait a moment - was that the Snitch!?" A murmur ran through the crowd as Adrian Pucey dropped the Quaffle, too busy looking over his shoulder at the flash of gold that had passed his left ear.

"PUCEY! YOU ARE A CHASER, NOT A SEEKER! FIFTY POINTS FROM SLYTHERIN AND YOU'LL SERVE DETENTION WITH ME!" Snape howled in rage, his face so purple that Vernon would have been proud.

"Can one get detentions during a game?" Pomona asked.

"I don't know, we are still in Hogwarts territory and the year is not over...so MAYBE is acceptable..." Filius answered uncertain.

Harry couldn't stop his smirk from surfacing, apparently the blond boy that took his place in the Lion's Team had seen the Snitch too and had launched a challenging smile in his direction before diving down to chase the gold thing.

"Ow! Gryffindor's Pride! I don't remember being like that though, I hope he will snap out of it by the way, I had to learn on my skin what happens when you act before thinking," the boy muttered, launching himself behind the Fifth-Year boy.

Neck-and-neck the two Seekers hurtled toward the Snitch while leaning as much as possible on the brooms to go faster.

While this was happening, all the Chasers seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to be doing as they hung in midair to watch the outcome of the challenge, exception made for the Weasley Twins and Hermione that were playing an impromptu match of 'Tennis' with the bludgers as balls, the few watching those three surprised to see the girl keeping up with the two red-heads.

"Potter and Maxwell are head-to-head! who between Gryffindor and Slytherin will win the match?...I hope it will be Gryffindor," Jordan said, muttering the last part and trying to ignore Minerva's growls.

Harry was faster than Maxwell and was slowly gaining distance on him, he could clearly see the Snitch in front of him and the bugger's wings fluttering so fast to be almost invisible.

"Wait for meee!" the Gryffindor Seeker said with a whine, making Harry chuckle at the cheekiness.

"Nope!" the boy answered darting up ahead, putting on a little extra spurt of speed for good measure, he had to stop his dive abruptly when a double Bludger almost caught him fully.

Glaring at the Twins' challenging smiles he once again moved to intercept the Snitch that in the meantime had disappeared from view.

"All right! With a wonderful double-shot the Weasley Twins stop the Slytherin Seeker, sure they almost beheaded him by aiming a little too much high than what was necessary, but it could happen to anyone to be wrong once or twice" Jordan said with a dismissive tone.

"Tch! If it was the other way around I bet the brat would have started casting aspersion about the attempted murder of a Gryffindor player..." Snape muttered with a sneer, his light glare making the Gryffindor commentator swallow nervously.

"We continue to play, Gryffindor still in possession and moving towards the rings to try to score." Jordan said, voice momentarily gaining few octaves due to the Potion Master's glare before returning to normal.

It was as Harry remembered last time, out of the blue his broom gave a sudden, frightening lurch forward before moving back in an instant to try to shove the boy off, as he gripped the broom tightly with both his hands and knees he started to chant the counter-curse on his own broom with eyes unblinking.

Even if knowing a good counter, he was having problems in casting it properly as the broom was zigzagging through the air, and every now and then making violent swishing movements that almost unseated him, having been forced to interrupt his chanting thanks to a particularly violent shake he almost lost control of the Nimbus, forcing the boy to momentarily end upside-down before regaining enough control to start casting the counter once again.

"What the...Potter can't have forgotten how to fly all of a sudden...a curse?" the Potion Master muttered with narrowed eyes, watching has the broom had started to roll over and over, with the boy only just managing to hold on.

He along the whole crowd gasped when a wild jerk later Harry had been swung off it and was now dangling from the broom holding on with only one hand.

"That's definitely a Curse...hold on, boy, I have a promise to your mother to maintain," Snape muttered, closing his eyes and taking in an huge breath, casting his own counter while fixating his eyes on Harry, widely surprised to see him copying his own muttering with unblinking eyes.

"Why he has lost control? He had not those problems during training," Flint asked.

"He has not lost control, the broom is reacting in real time, which means that someone is controlling it in person through a curse, I'll try to look for who is casting it, you keep the game ongoing!" Hermione answered, both looking as the broom moved away by itself when one of the Chasers tried to help Harry.

"Okay, look between the Gryffindorks, can't put it past them, throw a Bludger to the bastard once you see him, you have my permission!" the Captain said, moving to inform the others.

"With pleasure," the girl answered with a determined expression.

With Snape -

"Why Granger is glaring at me?...she doesn't...she is not thinking that I am the culprit? I admit I MIGHT have some resentment against Potter, but I am not so stupid to attack him during a Quidditch game...there are a lot of more discreet ways for me to do that, in the highly unlikely case I decide to kill him of course...thing that I won't do because then in the afterlife Lily WILL kill me even if I would be already dead when I arrive, and she always was one to do the impossible when she had a good reason...and the brat is actually a good student so maybe I can accept him in my house...maybe," the Potion Master thought in worry, he was seeing the girl move in his line of sight with a frightening scowl on her face.

With a powerful swing of her Beater bat she launched a Bludger against the other, the second animated ball bouncing from the one launched by the girl and moving at break-neck speed towards Snape, making him and Quirrel behind him shriek and drop down, momentarily forgetting the protective barrier on the stands blocking the balls from actually hitting the audience.

As the hook-nosed man was about to scream out several hurtful and very rude epithets about the girl, her mother AND her grandmother's propensity at selling their bodies for few Knuts to STD plagued hobos, strangers and animals he had to stop when he saw the girl fly close to him and mouth 'Quirrel' as she passed in front of Severus, making the man narrow his eyes at the Defence Professor that was still trying to adjust his turban.

"OUCH! Thank Merlin we have protective Charms on the stands, I have to say that Granger can shot a Bludger pretty far, with all the strength she had put behind the blow I am surprised the two didn't break in half from the impact!" Jordan said, judging the shooting a bludger at the professors just an incident like many others were doing.

Once the broom was once again responding to his orders, Harry darted at maximum speed towards the Gryffindor Seeker with a devious smile, making the other dive down to evade the human bullet.

"HEY!" Maxwell said with a frown, before paling at seeing the green-dressed first year dive to grab the Snitch "Ooh, Fuck!" the blond boy cursed before trying to reach Harry.

"Slytherin Seeker has once again found the Snitch and is now trying to catch it, how can someone wearing glasses find it so easily I can't explain, Seeker Maxwell is behind him, but between broom and different sizes he is falling behind!" Jordan said with a desperate tone.

"Catch it Potter and I may start considering you almost useful to have around!" Snape hissed.

"If you don't want him, we can ask again to the Hat to re-sort him, I am sure Gryffindor will be good too for him, I would even let him play Quidditch, it would be bad making him stop after his first match," McGonagall said casually.

"Why not Ravenclaw then? He and Granger would be able to find a good intellectual challenge there, I can easily take both," Flitwick commented off-handedly.

"I am sorry to say that I'll have to keep him around since I already tried to have him re-sorted," the Potion Master answered with a sigh.

"Threatening the Hat of throwing it in a vat of corrosive potion is not exactly asking gently, Severus," Professor Sprout answered.

"Details," Snape said, unconcerned by her words.

"Slytherin Seeker is close to the Snitch! Come on, Maxwell! no...no...ARGH! How the Hell that little bast..." Jordan said with a growl, his commentary stopping when McGonagall teared the microphone away from his hands to declare Slytherin the winner as Harry held high his hand with the struggling Snitch in it.

"I would like to apologies for my outburst...but it hurts..." Jordan said once Minerva had finished chewing him alive and returned the microphone to his hands.

"It's not his fault if he plays for another Team, he just tried his best to have them win, he would have done the same for Gryffindor had he played for us," she then said.

"Sorry, Lee," Harry said, flying near the boy with a sad smile on his face.

"Uh?...ehm...it's okay...I guess, you were just playing..." Jordan answered with a uncertain tone.

"I am not a slimy snake, Lee, I won't be the next Dark Lord, I am just dressed in green instead of red and gold," Harry said.

"If you say so," the other answered shrugging.

"We'll talk to him, don't worry, he is not dangerous," Fred said.

"I know that he is not dangerous, I am just trying to make friends in other houses as well," Harry answered.

"Friends, eh? Little Harry will need some help then, oh brother of mine!" George said with a smirk.

"That's what we are here for, having the coolest guys in Gryffindor as starting friends will help," Fred added.

"Thanks, I'll count on that," Harry said with a smile, joining the rest of the Team in the changing room.

"Still gonna say that he should have been one of us," Fred commented, watching the boy disappear in the crowd.

"Yeah, should we tell him and Granger of mom's plans about inviting them for the holidays?" George asked.

"Maybe we should, cutting some slack would be good for them, a bit of Weasley-style hospitality will show them that the Wizarding World can be funny too," Fred answered with an happy nod.

"Have you never the impression that mom has some kind of secret plan or something?" George asked with a frown.

"...Nah! That's absurd!" both twins said at the same time, erupting into laughter at the stupidity of the thought.

With Quirrel – road towards the Castle - in the meantime -

The possessed professor was calmly walking towards Hogwarts with a frown on his face, cursing himself for getting scared of a Bludger and interrupting his curse casting, after that he had the slight impression Snape decided to glare at him for the rest of the game, stopping Quirrel for trying again.

"I don't know how Severus came to suspect me for the curse on the broom, I was sitting behind him! the boy got lucky, but the next attack will be the good one and we will finally kill him," Quirrel thought angrily, but his own anger was nothing compared to Voldemort's one.

"They boy can't run forever! soon his luck will finish and I will be there waiting to strike!" the Dark Lord hissed in hate.

"We will get him, Master, do not worry, the boy will die!" Quirinus answered in determination.

"We need a new plan, how shall we do it? Oh, I know. We'll turn him into a flea! a harmless, little flea, and then we'll put that flea in a box, and then we'll put that box inside of another box, and then we'll mail that box to ourself, and when it arrives...we'll smash it with a hammer! It's brilliant, brilliant, brilliant, I tell you! Genius, I say!" Voldy said with a maniacal laughter, secretly missing being able to cast magic by himself to summon the cracking of thunders for added effects to his evil plans.

"Won't we spend a fortune in owl delivery?" Quirrel asked, curious.

"Be quiet, fool! Do not interrupt my careful planning!" the Dark Lord answered.

"Quirrel, just the one I was looking for..." Snape said with a deep sneer on his face.

"Oh, good! As if my day couldn't get any worse..." the Dada professor muttered with a sigh.

He secretly prepared himself to play the poor stuttering fool to hopefully sway the Potion Master's growing suspicions on him.

With Albus – few months later – Corridor of the third floor -

A disillusioned old man was silently moving through the corridors of the school, mumbling to himself as he left the Cerberus Room with a shrunken Mirror of Erised in his pocket.

"Over sixty empty classes, where to put the Mirror?...the one near the Library sounds promising, tomorrow I'll have Harry receive the Cloak, a subtle use of minor compulsion charms on the letter and he will go directly there no matter where he will go after receiving it, he won't be able to resist the impulse of using it," the old man muttered with a pleased smile.

Behind him, three first year students were also Disillusioned, following the old Headmaster thanks to the Marauders Map.

"Do you think he will notice if we swap the Stone right now?" Ron asked, letting the other two read his thoughts.

"Probably not, I don't think he will remain in the room before giving me my father's Cloak, once he has done we will just enter and swap it with the fake," Harry answered.

"The runes I used should be able to 'Reflect' the magic of whoever touches it, giving the impression that our copy is in fact magical," Hermione said.

"By the time the goat shagger will notice, we will have an iron-clad alibi," Harry said.

"I am still expecting an Howler from mum for not convincing you two to come to the Burrow for Christmas," Ron said.

"You usually spend Christmas here, I was surprised to hear that she tried to change things so to have the two of us with her," Harry answered.

"She probably wanted to see if she could have an early "influence" on you two, I am glad dad talked her into renouncing," Ron answered.

"Nothing personal, but had she managed, I would have drank only by a flask spelled to open only to me, I would have been even more paranoid than Moody," Hermione said.

"Me too, Mione, me too," Harry said with a nod.

"I remember you that you are still talking about my mother, guys," Ron said with narrowed eyes.

"Sorry, Ron," Both Harry and Hermione said, the three still following the wandering old man through the corridors of the school.

Few minutes later, the three students and the Headmaster entered in the abandoned classroom, the Time Travelers watching as Albus moved every old piece of furniture in the far corner of the room with a flick of his wand.

"Let's see..." the old man said returning the Mirror to its original size and levitating it in place.

"No...a little bit more to the left," Albus said moving it few centimeters to the left with a thoughtful expression.

"No, it is better more on the right," Hermione thought with narrowed eyes.

"Here we go...just like after we married, we spent three weeks deciding where to put the couch," Ron thought with a sigh.

"HERMIONE, NO!" Harry thought with wide eyes as the girl used her wand, moving the Mirror to the right.

"What the...I said to the left!" Albus hissed with narrowed eyes, moving back the thing where HE said.

"To the right! It reflects better when one enters!" the girl said with a growl, moving the Mirror where she had put it.

"Left!" Dumbledore said.

"Right!" Hermione countered, turning the Mirror in the "ball" for her ping-pong match with the old man.

"I said Left! In the corner it attracts more the attention of who enters!"

"Right! Like that it immediately reflects whoever pass the door!"

"Left!"

"Right!"

"Left!"

"Right!"

"I AM ALBUS DUMBLEDORE! IF I SAY LEFT THEN IT MUST BE LEFT!" Albus roared in anger, uncaring that maybe someone was in the room with him, whoever it was was not respecting his decision and he didn't like that.

"I WON'T TRUST YOU TO DECORATE A ROOM PROPERLY! THE MIRROR IS BETTER ON THE RIGHT!" Hermione answered with her own roar, she had not inherited her mother's organizing skills just to let an ignoramus fail at positioning a simple Mirror.

"There is only one solution at this then, whoever you are I challenge you!" Dumbledore said with furious eyes.

"Yes, it's the only option!" she answered.

Silence reigned as both challengers waited for whatever signal for the start of their confrontation, once one of the old chairs piled in the far corner fell down in a loud clang both drew their wands...

"Rock-Paper-Scissor!" Both yelled at the same time, pointing their wands towards the ceiling and shooting two masses of sparks shaped like huge hands, Albus' closed fist was met with Hermione's opened hand, prompting the girl to cheer loudly.

"AH! I won! It will go to the right!" the girl said with a smug tone.

"FINE! This time you won, but next time I will decide where to put the furniture!" Albus said with a snarl, moving in position the Mirror and leaving the room while muttering several curses at the mysterious voice.

"I had not lost a round of "Magical Rock-Paper-Scissor" since decades! even Grindelwald had no chances against me, accepting being arrested after I bested him at that, how could I lose now!?" the Headmaster muttered, shaking his head in sadness.

"Serves him well! He should have not challenged me!" Hermione said triumphantly, both she and the boys dropping the spell around their bodies and returning visible.

"While she inflate her ego, Ron, help me with the stone," Harry said, shaking his head at the girl's antics.

"Coming!" the Weasley boy answered, joining his friend.

"You can talk all you want, you won't ruin my celebrating my victory!" she said with a smug smile.

"If you say so," both boys said at the same time, shrugging.

"IDIOTS!" she yelled, glaring at both.

"Shush! Just help us and then go back to your parents, if they find out you disappeared they will freak out," Harry answered.

"Okay, okay! Just pay attention, you two!" the girl answered, re-casting the disillusion charm on herself before leaving the room.

"She has good intentions and a wonderful brain," Harry said.

"It's just bad that she manage to turn it off whenever someone touch a sore spot," Ron said, both sighing before returning to their job.

The Next night – Mirror's Room -

An half-snoring Dumbledore was waiting for his precious boy-who-lived to reach the room, sure that his subliminal message would be enough to drive the boy towards the old man's latest "Lesson" for him.

"Where is he?" he muttered with a yawn.

It was in that moment that Harry and Ron entered the Room.

"Both? I thought I had spelled it to have Harry come here alone...did I forget to do that?" the old man thought, oblivious that the three had removed the compulsion charm on the letter and moved the tracking spell on the cloak to a pebble in Harry's pocket.

"What room is this? And why there is a Mirror in it?" Ron asked.

"I don't know, I just...felt compelled in coming here," Harry answered, both barely managing to cover their smirks.

"R-R-RON!" Harry then screamed, trying to project as much horror as he could.

"What's wrong?" the other asked worried.

"I...I can see someone in the Mirror, here with us!" the boy said.

"Someone? Harry, we are alone here,"

"That woman...m-m-mom?" Harry said with trembling voice.

"Ha-ah! It worked! I am a genius!" Albus thought in smug pride.

"Where is she?" Ron asked in confusion.

"Behind me...she...she is smiling, she is happy!" Harry said, trembling.

But the boy was not trembling because overcome by emotions and sorrow, but because he was straining his self-control and Occlumency training to not laugh evilly at his mother and his family's actions.

He was watching as a mouth-gagged Albus Dumbledore was being pummeled into a paste by his father James and Sirius, both slapping the Headmaster silly while a cheerleader dressed Lily was cheering for them.

Behind his father and godfather, a comically-long line of people that had been at a certain point "manipulated" by the old man was in wait with a ticket in hand waiting for their turn, each one with a different weapon in their hands, from a more conventional pair of brass knuckles to a two-by-four or even a kitchen sink.

He somehow wasn't surprised to see Tom Riddle himself (in his appearance as Hogwarts student) armed with a rock-filled sock, crooning his neck to the side to see how long he will be forced to wait before his turn.

What's more was that he was there as well, apparently being in a young body still with its hormones "dormant" didn't stop his mind from wandering into Adult Territory, proved by the fact that in the reflection, in the far side of the room an adult version of Harry was expressing the more "animal" side of his love for his current girlfriend, and by the way the bushy-haired woman had her mouth wide open and the bed kept rocking back and forth, she was enjoying it as well.

"Hoy! Let me give a look! I want to see your parents!" Ron said, distracting Harry from his personal pervert movie.

"Hu? O-Okay!" Harry answered, flustered by his slip of concentration, he had been barely able to send his memories of his first "meeting" with the Mirror of his past life before getting distracted by the smut.

"WHOA! LOOK AT THAT!" Ron said in awe.

"Did you see them?" Harry asked, feigning surprise.

"No, I see myself!" the other answered.

"What did you see? Let me wonder...Quidditch Captain? Head Boy?" he asked with a smirk, remembering what the other saw the first time.

"No! I am a Pornostar!" Ron said with a wide grin.

"WHAT!?" Both Harry and Albus said with wide eyes, the two students pretending to not hear the Headmaster.

"Yeah! I am in one of those moving adult magazine of Percy! IIIIH! There is a Veela too!" Ron said in awe.

"Please, tell me you are joking!" Harry pleaded with a greenish tint on his face, Albus nodding fervently at his words.

"LOOK AT ME GO! Two veelas and and the Keeper of the Holiday Harpies at the same time! WOOOO!" Ron said with a loud yell, moving through pelvic-thrusts.

"Let's go away, I don't like this Mirror, I think it warps the mind or something!" Harry pleaded.

"I think it shows what we really want inside our hearts, you want your family back and I want..." Ron said.

"And you want to be a damn pervert, I already figured that! Now let's go! Tomorrow I will ask to Professor Snape to Obbliviate me, I don't need the image of you doing...doing THOSE THINGS!" Harry said with a disgusted whine.

"You are just jealous," Ron answered, both disappearing under the Invisibility Cloak and leaving the room.

Once sure the two were gone Albus conjured a bucket and released the content of his stomach several times, using a cleaning spell on his eyes to clean them from what he saw in the boy's mind confirming that the Mirror was indeed showing him that.

"I need to talk with Percival...he can't leave around those filthy books! He shouldn't even own them at all! The worst thing is that I can't even say to Molly HOW I came to know this, a Mirror of Erised is a dangerous Magical Artifact the Department of Mysteries is still looking out for after I "borrowed it" from their offices...Guck! That poor boy, it will take a while to "clean" his head...and I don't envy the poor sod that will be tasked with that!" the Headmaster said, biting down a new wave of disgust.

"At least the Stone is still there, for an instant I feared that is desire to have back his family would have triggered the spell to "deliver" the Stone no matter the instructions about wanting but not using it, tomorrow I will say that I knew the two visited the Mirror and give Harry my prepared speech, as for now I need to calm down and forget what was inside the Weasley boy's head before approaching him," he then said with a sigh, shrinking the Mirror to once again move it in the last room of the Stone's protections.

With Harry and Ron – Slytherin Dorm -

The two laughing boys were safely tucked in their beds, smirking at delivering a small punishment to the old fool.

"How long before we can start making gold, Harry?" Ron asked eagerly.

"Two weeks, I need to prepared the ritual for that, good job with that story about the Pornostar, for an instant I too fell for that, how did you come up with that?" Harry asked.

"Who said I came up with that? It was all true, I saw a Muggle DVD and always envied those actors for doing that for a job!" Ron answered with a wide smile.

"You...you..." Harry tried saying before going green on his face, rushing towards the bathroom to vacate his stomach.

"HEY! I may not be an Adonis! But you can't stop me from having dirty dreams!" Ron yelled, the ruckus waking-up the others in the dorm.

"What's happening?" Theodore asked half-asleep.

"Oh, God! Please don't ask!" Harry said from the bathroom.

"Oh, for Morgana's secret collection of dildos! Now you are exaggerating!" Ron said in annoyance.

Some time later – Hagrid's hut – night -

It was the night after the Quidditch game against Hufflepuff, contrary to last time Snape was not referring, but he decided to seat near Quirrel with his wand at ready and 'casually' trained on the man the whole time while the Potion Mater kept his arms crossed, Albus was there too on the DADA professor's other side trying to reign the Dungeon Bat, convinced of the stuttering professor's innocence.

The victory of Slytherin was pretty fast, all for the ire of Gryffindors of course.

Now the trio of Time travelers were once again under Disillusionment Charm and marching solemnly towards the Half-giant humble abode.

"Why are we doing this?" Ron asked with a yawn.

"Do you want to wait for the egg to hatch and then spend MONTHS baby-sitting a fire-breathing killing machine?" Hermione asked back with narrowed eyes.

"I was just asking!" the poor boy answered, raising his hands.

"Calm down, you two! We will just switch the dragon egg with a transfigured chicken egg and then send the original to Charlie," Harry said.

"I still don't understand, what would have happened had Hagrid managed to keep it? A Norwegian ridgeback is bloody gigantic! Is not something he can keep in the backyard," Hermione said with an exasperated sigh.

"How was repeating the same holidays with your parents?" Ron asked.

"Bah! Not bad, sure I had to see my father once again argue with my mom about the price of the hotel, but I liked spend some more time with them," the girl answered.

While they were talking they reached the small house, for one where an half-giant lived, and opened the door with a wordless Alohomora, Ron quickly using a Sleeping Spell on Fang just to be sure.

Pointing at the boiling pot on the fire Harry gestured to the two to get close to him, nodding Hermione took out of her pocket a small egg, few incantations later and the chicken egg turned in a perfect replica of the Dragon one in Harry's hands.

"If we are lucky, Hagrid will just think that the guy simply tried to fuck with him," Harry thought.

"Yeah, can you imagine? A rampaging giant hunting you down because you just crashed his dream," Ron thought in answer.

"Just because we are talking about a Voldemort-possessed Quirrell, otherwise I would just feel pity for the poor guy," Hermione thought, shaking her head.

Walking silently out of the hut, the three students were about to return to their Dorm when they saw a cloaked figure leave the school to move towards the Forbidden Forest.

"Can it be?...isn't that?" Ron asked with wide eyes.

"Apparently we and Voldy choose the same day to take care of our issues, what do you think?" Harry said with narrowed eyes.

"Let's call Sirius and Remus, we'll need as much help as we can," Hermione said.

"DOBBY!" Harry called out.

"Yes? Master Harry-Potter-Sir called?" The little house elf asked, appearing in front of them with a Pop!

"Please take here Sirius and Remus, it's VERY important!" the boy ordered.

"Dobby will be back immediately!" the little thing said, vanishing instantly.

"Harry?" Ron asked, watching as his friend started using his wand to draw on the grass a long set of runes.

"I am summoning the Elder Wand, I'll need you guys to cover me, it will take few minutes, so wee need to keep Voldemort occupied, now that he is out hunting it means that he is at his weakest since he'll need the unicorn blood to prolong his staying in Quirrell's body, in case of emergency, my mother's protection will be our secret weapon," Harry answered, completing the Hollow's Symbol on the grass and positioning both Invisibility Cloak and Resurrection Stone in the middle of it.

"Harry! What's happening?!" Sirius asked worried.

"Voldy is out to hunt, we are about to give him the finishing blow now that he is exceptionally weak, we need to buy Harry some time to summon the Elder Wand and complete the Ritual to become the Master of Death, I don't know what he is planning, but he never failed me as an Auror," Hermione answered.

"I'll help Harry, Remus! You cover the kids, but you all must remember that even if weak we are dealing with the one deemed THE DARKEST Evil Wizard of our history," Sirius said, once again calling Dobby to fetch whatever was necessary for the Ritual.

"Okay! let's go, you two! We have a Dark Lord to kill," Lupin said.

"I just hope that whatever you are doing is worth it, mate!" Ron said.

"Please, pay attention," Harry pleaded, kissing Hermione.

"I will, you just hurry and join us, we will deal with this together, as we always did with the annual Dark Lord meeting back when we were kids," the girl answered.

"You manage to joke even now, that's just too cute," he said with a smirk.

"I guess you rubbed off on me," she answered.

"HOY! If you don't mind, we have a mission!" Ron said, chuckling at their blushing faces.

"Sorry,"

"Nah, no problem! Just shut up and come, bookworm!" the Weasley boy answered laughing, grabbing the girl to drag her.

Once the group was away, Sirius turned to look at Harry.

"Okay, let's get this thing on going," he asked.

"Okay, I need some Acromantula's Poison..." Harry said, starting the preparations.

With Quirrel – Forbidden Forest -

A beautiful, majestic unicorn was running at top speed through the forest, the magical creature giving off an aura of elegance, class and all around regal upbringing.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!..." the Unicorn thoughts though, were at the moment FAR from elegant or dignified as a new cutting curse flew pass its head, missing him by a mere millimeter.

"HOLY SHIT!" the animal thought, watching a near tree collapse under a new curse.

Behind the magical creature, that was elegantly peeing itself in fear, a cloaked Quirrell was panting heavily while giving chase, grateful that his wordless casting was good enough since his actual panting would have made casting spells quite difficult.

"Faster, Quirinus! FASTER!" Voldy ordered from the back of Quirrel's head.

"I am...trying...Master!" the DADA professor answered with a strained voice.

"Use those cutting curses! Aim at the legs!" the Dark Lord said.

"Do I have too? It's so pretty! I always wanted to meet an unicorn!" Quirrel said with a whine.

"Are you a virgin?" the possessing spirit asked.

"No,"

"Then feel lucky that at least I am giving you the occasion of seeing one in person whenever we go for our hunts!" Voldy answered.

"But...their blood taste awful! It's like licking the bottom of an used cauldron after eating thestral dung!" Quirinus said.

"...You already did something like that?" the Dark Lord asked with an uncertain tone.

"...It was on a dare when I was a student myself, I couldn't let that Ravenclaw have the last laugh!" the other tried to say to justify himself.

"I swear, if not for the fact that I have my own schedule, I would be between the ones saying that inbreeding is the true ruin of the Wizarding world..." the Dark Lord muttered with a defeated sigh.

"What was that, Master?" Quirinus asked.

"Just keep hunting the pretty horsey, Quirrel..." Voldy said, rising his eyes to the sky in despair.

"Is all of this really worth it to conquer a world filled with idiots?" he thought grimly, both he and Quirrel shrieking in surprise when a blasting hex atomized the terrain between them and the Unicorn.

"Don't you dare touch that wonderful unicorn, you bastard!" Hermione roared with blazing eyes.

"Really? And what will you do to stop me, my cute little first year?" Quirrel said with an expression of mock fear, when a whip of dark-purple fire destroyed several trees near him he couldn't help but gulp a little louder than what he wanted.

"I am not a "normal" first year, Quirrel, both you and Voldy should know by now that me, Ron and Harry are special," the girl answered with an hard glare.

"Voldy?" the Dark Lord hissed angrily.

"You see, Moldyshorts...me and my friends decided to come back to fix some loose ends on our lives, luckily for us, you are one of the biggest ones, so after this, we'll only have to deal with Malfoy and few of your other buddies," Ron answered with a smirk, shooting various blasting hexes at the trees to create an improvised 'Arena' for them to use.

"MOLDYSHORTS?!" Voldemort screamed, foaming at the mouth.

"Something wrong, Dark ponce?" Hermione asked.

"YOU BITCH! I am a Fuck-mothering Dark Lord, I killed a lot of people to earn this title and I will be addressed as such!" Voldy said in absolute rage.

"Shall I kill them, master?" Quirrel asked.

"WHY DO YOU ASK!? Just do it!" the Dark Lord ordered.

"Here we go, ready?" Ron asked, taking a dueling stance.

"Yes, just remember to not leave your guard down," Hermione answered.

"As if...Sectumsempra!" the boy answered with a smirk, starting the fight with a wide spell.

"Too slow!" Quirrel answered, rising his shield just in time to stop the attack, surprised by the rain of Stunners the girl launched on him at the same time.

"You can't defeat me! I am the Dark Lord and soon I'll have a new body and my revenge!" Voldy answered as the green light of the killing curse left his servant's wand towards Hermione.

With a loud Shrieeek! Fawkes intercepted the curse by swallowing it, exploding in fire immediately after.

"Now I'll have to listen to him whine about this, thank you!" the girl said with a bitter tone, lashing out a new whip of fire to force Quirrel to jump back, carefully pocketing the baby phoenix with a sigh.

"At least he is immortal, can't understand why he laments being killed," Ron said, uprooting a small tree and launching it against the DADA Professor.

"How did you come back? Moving through time is impossible!" Quirrel said, a putrid-yellow light leaving his wand and missing Ron, making the terrain behind the Weasley boy sizzle.

"A Fresh-rotting Curse, bleah! Disgusting," the boy muttered, summoning several rocks from underground to hit the Dark Wizard.

"One of us built a Time Door, what? Are you jealous we did the impossible?" Hermione taunted, she had noticed that Quirrel's aim seemed to go down the drain when his mind was under the 'weight' of Voldy's own anger.

"That ritual can not be used! Salazar himself could not complete it and even myself or Albus never managed," Voldemort answered.

"You used granite for the arch, don't you? The error was all there," Ron said with a chuckle.

"I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE USED BASALT!" The Dark Spirit yelled in rage.

"No, actually that would have been even worse, URO! (Burn)" Hermione said, the orange projectile missing Quirrel by an inch and setting part of the forest on fire.

"Eh, Hagrid will get an earful from the centaurs after this," Lupin muttered from his hiding spot, still angry at being immobilized by a duo of kids "for his protection".

Back with the battle against the Dark Lord -

"Why won't you die!" Quirrel roared, watching his spell getting intercepted by a wall of rock.

"Thanks," Ron answered.

"No problem, where is Harry?" Hermione asked.

"KILL THEM! KILL THEM! Kill-GUCK!" Voldy was yelling in utter madness, his screaming stopped when Quirrel's left arm went cut off at the shoulder.

"Sorry if I am late," Harry said with a smirk, the Elder Wand in his hand.

"POTTER!" Voldy yelled.

"It's MISTER Potter to you, Dark Dork!" the boy said, joining his friends.

"What took you so long?" Ron asked.

"The Old Goat had some wards around his office to monitor Dark Magic inside the School and surrounding area, I had to cast few barriers on the school's door to stop he and Snape from coming here," Harry answered.

"Why Snape?" Hermione asked.

"He checked where we were and saw we were not present in the Dorm,"

"THAT WAS MY 'WANKING HAND'!" Quirrel screamed, his eyes burning in an inhuman fury.

"Yuck!" the trio muttered with a greenish face, separating to evade a new Killing Curse from the possessed professor.

"Corvus!" Harry yelled, summoning an huge crowd of crows, covering himself in the veritable 'storm' of black feathers.

"This won't stop me!" Voldy roared as Quirrel summoned a wall of Fiendyfire to destroy the summoned crows.

"Reducto!" Hermione said.

"Perfringo! (smash)" Ron said, adding his spell at hers.

"I AM LORD VOLDEMORT, YOU FOOLS! You cannot stop me!" the Dark Lord yelled, dodging both spells that blew two craters near him.

"As if I will let you go around freely! Have you any idea how much time it took us to destroy those Horcruxes?" Harry said with a sneer, his sectumpempra cleaving in half the huge ball of black fire Voldy shoot at him.

"Pretty little if you think about it," Ron muttered,

"Coming back with the knowledge we needed did help, the fact he is just a wandering spirit possessing a body helps," Hermione added.

"Guys? I am trying to set up the mood for an epic showdown between Good and Evil, please stop point up the obvious!" Harry said with a whine.

"ENOUGH! Kill them, Quirrel!" Voldy ordered.

"I am trying, Master!" the professor answered, trying to block the kids with a binding spell.

"DON'T EVEN TRY IT! Stupefy!" Sirius yelled joining the scene with Remus.

"You too!" Quirrel roared in rage as the Stunners of the two Marauders where slamming against his shield almost tearing it down.

"Together?" Harry asked.

"Always and forever!" the other two said with a smile

"Vulnus! (wound)" Hermione said, blasting down the weakened shield of Quirrel and opening a deep wound on the man's back and across Voldemort's face.

"Sanguino! (bleed)" Ron said, making the possessed professor bleed profusely from the chest where the Weasley boy had struck with his spell.

"Imputresco! (Rot)" Harry said, making every wound on Voldemort's body gain a black tint and making the rest of his host's body rot alive.

"Don't forget about us! Sectumsempra!" Sirius yelled, cutting away the other arm of Quirrel.

"You killed James and Lily! DIE! Terebro! (drill/perforate)" Remus roared, blasting an huge hole in the DADA professor's stomach.

"BOMBARDA!" the five wizards yelled as one, atomizing Quirrel's body with the combined spells, leaving an huge deep crater in place of the possessed man.

"This...means nothing...Potter...I will be back!" a ghostly form of black smoke said, surfacing from the crater.

"Not this time, Voldy, as I said, you no longer have horcruxes helping you to cheat death," Harry said.

"No...there is still the one...IN YOUR HEAD!" the spectral form of Voldemort said flying towards Harry.

"Piss off, Bastard! I live here and I don't accept Roommates!" Tom's voice came out as his own spectral form came out from the boy's scar, the white smog repelling the black one that then let out a blood-curling scream of pain.

"Love hurts, bitch!" Tom said in triumph as both him and the Dark Lord started fading away.

"This can't be! I am Lord Voldemort! The Dark LOOOOOOOORD!" the black smoke screamed before exploding, signaling the true death of the Dark Lord.

"Well...I guess this is a farewell...guys..." Tom said as he kept fading away, his always now a weak whisper.

"Well...not necessary," Harry said with a smirk.

"What do you mean, Harry?" Remus asked.

"Now that the Evil bastard is dead, I can use the 'Good' Tom Riddle to create a painting, it's a bit of a Dark Magic to bind a soul to a painting instead of just a 'copy' of someone's psyche, but since I am dealing with a simple spark instead of a whole soul, it can be done without problems," Harry answered.

"It can be done?" Tom asked weakly.

"Normally is an Evil for of torture, but you are already 'dead' in a sense and a spark, there is literally not enough you for the spell to torture," Harry answered with a smile.

"Then hurry up...I am dying here!" Tom said.

"As you wish," Harry answered, unshrinking a frame with an empty painting in it, muttering several words to siphon the white smoke inside it, making the image twist to a wall of mist.

"I will give him a proper portrait once we have done, Albus is coming," Harry said, feeling his barriers drop under Albus and Snape's assault.

"What are you five doing here!?" Snape asked with a growl.

"Harry, my boy! This place is dangerous! Even if accompanied by...Sirius? Remus? What are you two doing here?" the Headmaster said, surprised by the presence of the two adults.

"Quirrel kidnapped us, he wanted to use Hermione to attract an unicorn and kill it, without being seen we called Dobby to have Sirius and Remus here to help us," Harry said.

"Professor Quirrel, Potter?" Snape asked with narrowed eyes.

"He said that his Master would have loved to have me there to die after taking the Stone, that the blood would have helped him getting strong enough to pass its protection and then kill me, what Stone was he talking about, sir?" the boy answered.

"The Stone!? Are you sure, Harry?" Albus asked, face pale in horror.

"Listen, that bastard had Voldemort sticking out from the back of his head, he even admitted that he was the Dark Lord and you are worrying about a rock!?" Sirius roared.

"And we should believe that He-who-must-not-be-named was here, Black?" the Potion Master said with a sneer.

"Check my mind if you want, ass-hole!" the other answered.

"Now please remain calm, Harry, I need to read your mind, it won't hurt a bit, do you trust me?" Albus asked.

"No...Of course Headmaster," Harry said with a tiny nod.

"It will take a minute, Legilimens," Dumbledore said with a low muttering, entering the boy's mind with as much attention as he could.

Once feeling the probe start, the Time Traveler had immediately started moving blocks of memory around as discreetly as possible, trying to stop the old man from seeing the three of them fight back, mixing real and fake memories so to make it appear like Remus and Sirius did all the fighting with Harry just giving the "finishing blow" by touching the man's face and the subsequent black smoke erupting and exploding, he was happy that that traumatic memory of his childhood helped justifying the professor's death.

Coming Out of the boy's mind, Dumbledore showed a surprised expression, immediately moving his eyes on his "personal" Death Eater.

"Severus, it may seem like the Dark Lord is finally dead for good, can I see your arm? We need further proof!" Albus asked.

"Actually, Headmaster, I don't have a Mark since months, apparently someone managed to remove it, and I also found out WHY I acted as a spy this whole time, and why I immediately moved to tell the Prophecy to the Dark Lord," Snape said with a snarl.

"This was...unexpected...I always thought you were an asshole that cost me my family," Harry muttered with wide eyes.

"I won't hold it against you, Potter, Should you want to talk about this later you will find me in my office, it's probably time that we talk about me and your father...even if I would prefer forget he even exist," the Potion Master said, never stopping his glare at Albus.

"I know how my father bullied you, professor, but I am not him," Harry answered.

"Later, Pot...Harry," Snape said.

"Listen, I planned to have the Prophecy being fulfilled without killing them! I wanted you to inform me when he planned to attack both Potter and Longbottom family, I would have had two baby-sitting trained house elves taking care of the two and then disappear once he arrived, like that the parents would have been there to raise them!" Albus said.

"But then you thought, why don't I send Harry to an abusive family? Like that he will latch to me like his Saviour and do whatever I ask!" Hermione said with an hateful sneer.

"There...there was need for Harry to understand the importance of self-sacrifice and..." the Headmaster said.

"Hoy! Albus?" Sirius asked with a calm voice.

"Yes-TWACK!" Dumbledore said, turning to watch Sirius just in time for his punch to connect with the old man's nose, squashing it and launching the old wizard few feet back, unconscious.

"Tell me that we can send him to rot in Azkaban!" the man asked with a growl.

"Quiet down, Black! Those three comes from the future, I am pretty sure they know what to do," Snape said with a glare.

"WHAT?!" the others yelled.

"Your godfather had not the decency to protect his mind when he challenged me to use Legilimency on him," the Potion Master said.

"SIRIUS!" Hermione said with a shriek.

"I was just saying!" he said.

"Now what?" Harry said, taking out his wand.

"Put it back, You won't be fast enough to disarm me," Snape said.

"HISSSS!" the snake around Harry's face hissed angrily.

"Salazar's stare can still kill you even when reduced," the boy answered.

"A Basilisk? Where did you get it?" Severus asked.

"In the Chamber of Secrets, he is normally thirty feet long," Harry answered.

"We are here too," Hermione said, jabbing her wand on the man's back, Ron near her doing the same.

"And we are here too," Remus and Sirius said.

"I am not an enemy, you fools, you three took away my Dark Mark, just for that I MAY be grateful enough, but you also removed the Dark Lord from my life, giving me finally enough freedom to do what I want and open my own Apothecary," The Potion Master said simply.

"Really?" Harry said surprised.

"I hate dealing with kids and you know that, with my own shop I would be able to breed my own projects and deal with other Potion Masters, people say that I have too high standards, but just like with Charms and Transfiguration, one can't mess with Potions, Longbottom is a clear example of what happen when one makes a mistakes when dealing with dangerous ingredients." the other answered.

"You know we will still ask for an oath of secrecy, right?" Ron asked.

"May as well, as long as I get some Basilisk skin, poison and fangs for free I will think about it," Snape answered.

Hermione answered to that by breaking both his knees and forcing him to look at her.

"Obbliviate!" she roared, making him go cross-eyed by the strength of the spell.

"Stupefy!" Ron said with a sigh, stunning the man.

"Still sour about when he called you 'Insufferable know-it-all'?" Harry asked.

"Yes, he wanted to blackmail us...he hates to deal with kids? Very well! I will erase what he knows about our being from the future and add a compulsion charm on him that will stop him from EVER leave the position of Potion Professor of Hogwarts!" Hermione said with narrowed eyes.

"And how do you plan to do that?" Remus asked.

"I will take away one of his tooth, spell it with the compulsion and then put it back with extra wards to let that tooth last forever, he will never understand why he can't find in himself the strength to leave a job he hates!" she answered.

"As long as you don't do excessive damages and no-one will know about it," Harry said.

"What now?" Sirius asked.

"Let's bring those two inside, while Ron and Hermione collect enough proofs to have the Old Goat arrested, I'll call the goblins," Harry said.

"Why the goblins?" Ron asked

"When I went there with Hagrid before school, I informed them of the Horcrux in Bella's vault, in exchange for that information and several materials harvested from Salazar I asked them to keep at ready several info that they would have "leaked" to every paper of the globe AND the ICW once I gave them to order," the boy answered.

"What kind of info?"

"Every bribe dear Lucius made to evade capture and have the law he wanted passed, especially the ones AGAINST Goblins, same goes for every other Pureblood Family that was "Under Imperius" when they were arrested, Oh! And while they were checking, they will also "casually" find several Dark Artifact that they then won't mention for safety reasons," Harry said.

"And since they will be publicly arrested as Death Eaters no-one will believe them when they will deny ever having dark artifacts in their vaults to begin with," Hermione said with a nod.

"No money, their bribes exposed and the infamy of being part of the Death Eaters terrorist group and several mysterious Dark Artifacts worsening their situation, I guess Malfoy Manor will be yours once again after all," Ron said with a laugh.

"What would stop the goblins from doing that with whoever they don't like?" Remus asked.

"They won't do that because they do have a code of honor, they are cut-throat businessmen that's true, but they are not stupid, they knew that had Voldemort conquered Britain, the rest of the planet would have stopped him at the borders with effective Auror force (unlike ours that after all those budget cuts can barely train) leaving the Goblins with ONLY pureblood wizards to deal with and so cutting their 'income' of gold to a measly tenth since no-one would leave their gold in the hands of the Dark Lord should he decides to take it from Gringotts by force," Harry answered.

"And in that scenario, the other branches of Gringotts around Europe would have also closed their contacts with the Bank in Diagon Alley to stop "traitors" from infiltrate them, practically cutting off Britain from the rest of the planet and collapsing our economy with the resulting lack of gold from all the half-blood and muggle-born families removing as one their money before leaving, " Hermione added.

"This not considering the fact that the Head of the Goblin Nation would have just be ableto simply order every vault here emptied completely as a way to piss off Moldyshorts and leave him and the entire Great Britain without a knut, knowing full well that the snake-faced idiot could have not retaliated without having every other nation jump him and his Death Eaters immediately after sticking out his head out of our borders," Ron said

"Goblins are nasty bastards if someone makes them angry," Harry said with a chuckle.

"Indeed they are, let's go, I want this old bastard in my old cell in prison, so he will know what I felt when I went there for his machinations!" Sirius said.

Epilogue – End of the year dinner –

Headmistress McGonagall rose to address the Great Hall, a satisfied smile on her face as she looked at the assembled students with prideful eyes.

Near her the pouting Potion Master was still glaring hatefully at Remus for "stealing" the position as DADA Professor, he couldn't even hold some form of power over the man with the threat of not giving him Wolfsbane or telling everyone of his Furry Little Problem since apparently Someone (Cough-cough! Hermione Cough!) could brew him the potions for free and the DADA Office had been equipped to hold him in both normal and Lycan State.

When the boy-who-lived endorse you, apparently for the Wizarding World and its sheeple it was enough to softening parent's worries enough to accept him, especially since a lot of them remembered Remus from when they themselves had been students.

"My dear students, as you may have noticed, several people are missing from the four tables tonight, the students that are not with us comes from the various families that had been arrested for their being part of You-know-who's circle of followers, it pains me seeing them missing our final dinner before you will all return home, but they will join us next year so don't worry, you will still be able to see your friends," Minarva said.

"At least, without the Adults' influence, a lot of them should be spared from following their ideals," Ron said with a nod.

"Professor Dumbledore won't return as Headmaster as he was found guilty of several charges that I still cannot disclose until the DMLE will have completed their job," she said with a frown, she too had been close at being arrested just like every other member of the Order of the Phoenix, luckily Amelia Bones understood that they were just following the orders of a delusional old man.

"As for today, Minister Bones and the new Board of Governors had accepted my position as Headmistress and Professor Flitwick nomination as deputy Headmaster, mister Lupin here has then gently accepted my request of being the new Head of House of Gryffindor," the stern woman said, nodding in approval as the Great Hall erupted in an huge applause.

"I can't hide the fact that I hoped to see some red decorate the Hall this night, Headmistress," Remus commented with a chuckle.

"What would have you preferred, Professor Lupin? To see me award huge amount of points for seemingly-petty things just to give Gryffindor the victory?" McGonagall answered, making the rest of the professor, sans Snape, laugh.

"It's not like it never happened," Harry commented.

"Do you think that Dumbledore will ever come out of Prison?" Hermione asked.

"He better hope to never leave his cell, Nicholas and Perenelle Flamel are still hunting him down for losing their Stone and forcing them to make another, I never thought that a multi-centennial wizard could punch people that hard, he almost literally shambled the old goat's bones before Hagrid managed to pry Nicholas off of him." Ron answered.

"I don't think he will ever come out, between the charges of child abuse, kidnapping, stealing of Magical Artifacts from the Ministry and various others he did at the time of Grindelwald I think he will spend the rest of his days there..." Harry answered.

"You are not telling the whole thing, mate, what is it?" Ron asked.

"Oh! Nothing, I just asked for a favour," the boy said.

Azkaban – Albus Cell -

Amelia Bones, newly elected Minister of Magic, was slowly walking towards the holding cell of the man everyone thought was the second coming of Merlin, she instead had always thought he was a little barmy even when she was a student and apparently she was right.

"Release me, Amelia! I should not be here!" Fudge said from his cell, a pleading look in his eyes.

"Had you stopped accepting bribes and actually captured Lucius and his colleagues after the last War this won't have happened," Amelia answered.

"Did you have to condemn Lucius and the other to the Demetor Kiss? They were outstanding members of our society!" Fudge answered.

"They were also murderers, rapist, sick people that killed left and right to their hearts content while following a madman, they were beyond redemption and both you and Albus should have learned that years ago! The Dementors were happy to have a snack with those animals," she answered, pointing at the catatonic form of Lucius that was looking at the wall with empty eyes.

Narcissa will just leave the Country with Draco soon after the Hogwarts Express will reach the station signaling the end of the school year, Harry had recognized some doubts in Darco's words when he had meet him at Diagon Alley, being far from Lucius' influence will help the boy to not become the junior Death Eater the boy used to be.

"Now if you excuse me, I have some news to give to Albus," Amelia said, walking towards her target.

"I heard that, Amelia...why you did that? You just butchered all those families to just avenge your loved ones, you should have showed mercy, you are not so different from them if you kill so carelessly," the former Headmaster said with a tired voice, appreciating the small reprieve from the Dementors remembering him about his sister death.

"A second chance should be given to everyone, but you saw how those people acted when we arrested them, they all proclaimed that their Mater would return and cleanse the Wizarding World from the ones they deemed unworthy, they would have jumped at the occasion of making raids for Voldemort," Amelia answered with a cold voice.

"Then why am I here? If you are so ready to concede sedond chances, let me go and give me the occasion to make amend to whatever error you people think I have done," Albus said.

"I don't do that because I KNOW how you think, making sure an innocent man goes to prison because you need a martyr boy-who-lived is not an "error" as you put it, it's a crime, and I know you enough to say that you would just "create" a new Dark Lord for you to destroy just to clean your name, you never understood that other people may be able to achieve the same goal if they work together, you just prefer to step in and say how everyone should act, you would have let Voldemort go because convinced that only Harry could have been able to defeat him," Amelia answered.

"But is true! He defeated him!" Albus said.

"Yes he did, but just because someone else defeated the Dark Lord and then gave Harry the opening to kill the bastard, you just needed someone to attack Voldemort, cripple him and then bring the Dark Lord in front of the boy for him to give the final blow, you would have spared Britain a lot of pain and sorrow," she answered.

"There were ways for Tom to return!"

"Horcruxes, I know, I am having the Unspeakable hunt down every information about them to create a special Fidelius-Charm, I will be the Secret Keeper of the whole concept of Horcrux, when I die, the whole thing will become unknown to everyone, making impossible the creation of another monstrosity like that,"

"Why are you here, Amelia?" Dumbledore asked with a sigh.

"It's Minister Amelia to you, Dumbledore...I decided to accept Harry's request to make you miserable just a little more," she answered.

"I am already under the effect of Dementors, what does that kid want more?" the old man asked.

"I asked me to give you a friend to share the cell," Amelia answered.

From his cell Albus could see Peter Pettigrew sob happily as he was took away from a cell, he was walking bowlegged and with a really heavy limping, his sobbing was sometime interrupted by fit of mad laughter showing that whatever happened had almost cracked his mind.

"This man will show you how deep he can go to make himself happy and how hard is for people who are with him, Bubba! We have a new friend for you!" Amelia said with a sick smile as a giant man was brought near her.

"Huuu! He is a little old, are you sure I can play with him, Minister? I don't exactly do gentle," the man said with a falsetto voice.

"We just need some time for Peter to recover, two weeks and you will have your snuggle toy back," the Minister said.

"Oh! Okay then! Ready for me to "introduce" myself, dear?" the man asked to Albus.

"I think that this may be considered police brutality," Albus said with a whimper, his buttocks clenching so tight that for him suppository would need a muggle riffle to be administrated.

"You liked to fuck up people lives, I think this is more like "Karma" instead," Amelia said, laughing heavily as the huge man pounced on Albus.

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" the old man shrieked, he just knew that now he would see that repeat in his memories when the Dementors will be close to him.

Back to Hogwarts -

"You are a sick bastard, Harry," Hermione said with a disgusted expression.

"I want my revenge to be as painful as possible, thank you,"

"Whatever, once finished Hogwarts we will just focus on having Hermione become Minister of Magic and finally drag the Wizarding World to the twentieth century, screaming and kicking if we had to," Ron said.

"Sounds good to me, I hope you will forgive me if I stop Lockhart from coming here," Harry said.

"With McGonagall as Headmistress I doubt he will manage, but an heavy dose of Obbliviating Spells will help us in that," Ron said with a devious smirk.

"At least don't kill him, a bastard he may be, but we shouldn't just go around killing whoever we don't like," Hermione said.

"But like this we lose half the fun!" Harry said with a whine, Ron nodding near him.

"Prats!" the girl said with a groan, making her two friends laugh at her despair.

Years later – what happened after the Silver Trio finished school -

Once again it will be an huge surprise to see a Muggle-born Witch being elected as Minister, but by the time she, Harry and Ron were of age, the Wizarding World would have mellowed enough to accept that.

When that happened, Remus had just become Headmaster himself with his wife Tonks as Headmistress and Sirius as Defense professor, their first act was starting to work towards removing the division brought to the school by having four Houses, they did not plan to let other Dark Lords-wannabe to have enough ground to find followers in bigots and such.

Harry became the Head of the DMLE by popular demand after he stopped by himself an Egyptian Dark Lord from trying to conquer Britain, people always questioning why he kept a magical portrait of an Head-boy dressed Tom Riddle in his office once elected.

Just like last time Ron became Head of the Office of Magical Games and Sports after a golden youth as a player for the Chudley Cannons where he managed to have the Team win the first Cup of their history by managing to convince several former classmate of Hogwarts to play with him, his wife Lavander working as news reporter for the Prophet and writing of his successes as a Keeper.

Snape never understood why he kept working as Potion Master even if he hated the dunderheads he was forced to teach to, he hooked up with Professor Sinistra that managed to have him act like a normal human being when with those students.

During their Third year the three Time Travelers managed to bring out Neville's spine, making him return the strong boy they knew, Luna was happy to accept his request of being his girlfriend and several years later of becoming his wife.

As Ron said, the sausages at their wedding were bloody amazing.

Ginny never recovered fully from her obsession for Harry since it was almost all her and not Molly's doing, she ended up marrying Colin Creevey that was a similar fan-boy of Harry, so at least they had something in common other than enough love to marry.

Harry had still put his home under Fidelius to stop the two from finding him, he feared Ginny would convince Colin to accept her having sex with Harry while the other watched and took photos.

Albus and Peter instead...well, they kept being 'friends' of Bubba "the jackhammer" and spent the rest of their time in Azkaban spending nights in the man's cell in turns.

All was well in the world without crazy Dark Lord and delusional Leaders of the Light, sure Harry, Ron and Hermione had to sneak out of their respective offices and act as vigilantes to have their "fix" of troubles and adventures so to not succumb to boredom, but everything else was going fairly well with the Wizarding World ever so slowly dragging itself towards more modern times.

Extra Chapter 1 – Let's Make a Movie!

Black Family House – Grimmauld Place -

It was the summer after the Silver Trio's Seventh Year at Hogwarts, the three Time Travelers were calmly waiting for the results of their Final Exam that would sign the end of their Hogwarts experience before starting their new jobs.

The quite lazy breakfast was rudely interrupted when Hermione entered the kitchen with an huge load of photos in her arms.

"Let's turn our adventure in a movie!" she said, excited.

"A movie?! Why?" Harry asked, Ron near him nodding at the question with his mouth still filled by food.

"Why not? I think that Muggles will like that," the young woman answered.

"We are already writing those books, always following your plans mind you, the first book is barely out in the bookstores so we still don't know if we'll have success, do you remember, Miss Rowling?" Harry said, smirking at the pen name the girl decided to use.

"Ow, come on! It's a wonderful name, and you know people are tired of the "usual" stories about wizards and whatnot, sure I do not plan to beat The Lord of The Rings, but I like to think that people will like our books enough to read all seven," Hermione answered, crossing her arms with a pout.

"Don't you think magical people will lament the similarities in our and their names? What about the Statute of Secrecy?" Ron asked.

"It will be a kids book, Ronald, as usual we'll say that any mentioning of people really existing is purely casual, as for the Statute, what a better way to hide a secret if not splattering it everywhere masquerading it as fiction? Muggles can't find Diagon Alley, at least we'll let them "Dream" about entering there with us," the girl answered.

"Okay, for now let's pretend this will work, what about the actors?" Remus asked, curious.

"Well, I have here some pictures of young actors for our First year, we'll just wait for them to "get older" to film the next one, I also have some spares in case you don't like who I choose," Hermione said, pouring the pictures on the table.

"Hoy! This one doesn't look like me at all! What the hell!" Harry said outraged, showing the picture of his supposed "face" in the movie.

"You sure? I think that just adding the glasses will make him perfect," She answered.

"Ron? Be sincere, look at this Retcliff brat and tell me if he looks even barely like me," Harry said, positioning the boy's picture near his face.

"You got to admit it, Hermi...they are not alike at all," Ron answered with a nod.

"Yeah, sorry but I can't look at this Daniel boy and say "Look, Harry Potter!", we'll need another actor, someone REALLY resembling Harry," Sirius said, shaking his head.

"Okay! Any suggestion?" Hermione countered with a stern look, crossing out the boy's name from her list.

"Not for now, but you know who would be cool for Malfoy's character? Macaulay Culkin!" Harry said

"The one of "Home Alone"? Do you think he will accept?" Remus asked.

"We have an infinite amount of money thanks to the Stone, we can have whoever the bloody hell we want for this," Harry answered.

"We'll put him in the Maybe column, any other?" Hermione asked.

"This one looks good for you, Hermione," Ron said, lifting a picture.

"Emma Watson? Are you kidding me? She is the farthest thing possible from "Hermione Granger" I can see in this pile of pictures, no, in the WHOLE PLANET!" Hermione said, scandalized.

"Okay, okay! Don't get angry! Who do you think will be good then?" Ron asked.

"Angelina Jolie..." she muttered, looking down with a blush.

"WHAT?!" the others yelled with wide eyes.

"We look like twins! Can't you see?" she asked in denial, lifting the picture of the woman and positioning it near her face.

"I'll just say that she is too old and stop there...any suggestion for the others?" Harry said.

"I say we call Jim Belushi for Hagrid, he is a funny muggle," Sirius said.

"OOH! I love that guy! Yes, yes, yes!" Harry said happily.

"We'll have to use some Hollywood tricks to turn him into a giant, but whatever, anyone else?" Hermione asked, writing the actor's name near Hagrid's on a piece of parchment.

"I want Brad Pitt as myself, he may not be as sexy and awesome as me, but he should be close enough," Sirius said.

"...Really?" Remus asked with raised eyebrows.

"Hoy! We got the money!" the other answered with a whine.

"If he gets Brad Pitt I want George Clooney as myself then!" Remus answered.

"Okay...we'll get both," Hermione answered uncertain, writing the two names down.

"What about Voldemort?" Ron asked.

"...Nicholas Cage, Voldy was bald and with no nose, but I bet Nicholas won't have problems doing that," Harry proposed.

"Why not, we can always try," Hermione answered.

"I think for Fudge...Woody Allen would be good, he or Robin Williams," Remus suggested.

"I think Woody Allen would be better, especially when he does that blabbering speech of his, we'll ask both just to be sure," Hermione said.

"I want Rowan Atkinson as Dumbledore, we'll have him wear a cheap fake beard and he will continually pretend that it's real instead, he will be the comedic factor in the movie!" Ron said.

"Hahahaha! Okay, we NEED to do that!" Hermione said with a nod.

"What about the director? I was thinking about Michael Bay," Harry said.

"WHAT!? We can't ask him! The movie will just be mass of things exploding every five seconds if he directs it!" Hermione said in horror.

"And?" the males in the room asked with a dumbfounded expression.

"Men! We'll find another Director and that's final!" she barked with a glare.

"Spoil-sport...Steven Spielberg?" Harry asked with a sad expression.

"I was thinking about James Cameron, but maybe we can get both, a join work of those two may help the movie to be a success," the young woman answered.

"...Perfect, we only lack someone for the three of us, Snape and McGonagall," Harry said, reading the rest of the names Hermione choose for the rest of the characters.

"McGonagall is easy, Merill Streep...but Snape?" Ron said.

"Well...there is this Italian singer that kinda looks like him," Harry said.

"Renato Zero? No, we need an actor, no matter how funny it would be to make the Potion Master of Hogwarts start singing in the middle of the Great Hall," Hermione answered, shaking her head.

(It's true! It's an Italian joke, Google "Renato Zero" and "Snape Harry Potter" and put the two pictures close, they look alike a little, if it helps, Google "Renato Zero / Piton" Piton is how Snape is called in the Italian translation of the books, it comes from "Pitone" a kind of snake ^ ^).

"We'll find someone for the Greasy Git, don't worry." Remus said with a smile.

"HO! HO! HO! I want this Chuck Norris guy for my character! He seems awesome!" Ron asked with wide eyes.

"SERIOUSLY, RONALD!" Hermione yelled in annoyance.

"If we ask to Chuck Norris for Ron, then I want Will Smith for Lee's character, can you imagine the Fresh Prince commenting Quidditch? It would be hysterical!" Harry said

"Those two are too old! We can't ask them!" Hermione said in anger.

"Talks the one that wanted Angelina Jolie!" Ron countered.

"We are like twins! Give her bushy hair and people won't tell us apart!" the young woman answered.

"Just listen to you! You are speaking nonsense!" Ron said, glaring at her.

The search for the actors was then postponed as both Hermione and Ron won't stop arguing for several hours no matter what Harry, Sirius and Remus tried to calm the two down.

Extra File 2 - A little teaser for the sequel of this Fanfiction -

Harry, Ron and Hermione were patiently waiting in the corridor outside the classroom, an annoyed expression on the face of both boys contrasting the downcast one of the girl.

"I already say that I am sorry!" Hermione said with a whine.

"I told you to let me take care of the ritual, I knew that there was a tiny possibility that we would have ended up in a "Loop" that would have forced us to repeat our seven years at Hogwarst and was already studying a way to stop it from happening, but you had to interfere!" Harry answered with a sneer.

"I thought that you mis-calculated the quantity of Elder wood ashes, I just added a grain or two!" she answered.

"Yeah, in the end Snape was right, messing with potions and Dark Rituals is a VERY bad thing!" Ron answered.

"After Five repetitions of those seven years I HAD to ask help to him, Albus was not thrust-worthy, but at least Severus understood why we needed to interrupt the Loops," Harry said.

"I know, okay? I didn't know that something that little could have had such a disastrous effect!" Hermione said with a loud sniff and a sigh.

"Sorry if I yelled, you only tried to help," Harry said, hugging her.

"Yeah, we are not angry anymore, now calm down and smile, okay?" Ron said, patting her back.

"You really forgave me?" she asked with an hopeful expression.

"Yeah, we would never hate you, especially me, I love you too much!" Harry said, patting her head.

"Okay...at least we managed to take the Hollows, the Philosopher Stone, our animal familiars and all our stuff with us, luckily here our wands are not checked for under-age magic, at least we will be able to defend ourselves" Hermione said, nodding.

"Good, remember, if they ask, we are three orphans from war and that we had always lived together." Harry said.

"Okay!" the other two answered.

"You can enter now, come in and present yourselves," the teacher said with a kind smile.

"Thank you," the three said as one.

Once entered they saw the teacher manage with some difficulty to calm the class down enough for the Time Travelers to speak.

"Nice to meet you, I am Harui, I hope we will be friends," Harry said with a bow.

"I am Herumi, I am happy to be here," Hermione said with a similar bow.

"And I am Roh, Nice to meet you," Ron said, bowing as well.

"The only desk free is the one on the back, you and the others will talk after the lesson," the Teacher said.

"Okay, Iruka-sensei," Harry said with a smile.

"If you say so," Ron added, taking a slap on the back of his head from Hermione.

"Excuse him, we are still teaching him manners," the girl said.

Teaser – Team Assignation day -

"Team 11 will be: Harui, Herumi and Roh, your sensei is Anko Mitarashi," Iruka said as the trench-wearing beauty entered the classroom.

"Oh, God! I love this world!" Ron said, crying tears of joy.

"Pervert prat!" Hermione said with a defeated sigh.

"Come on, brats! Let's go! You are my first Team and I don't want to fuck up!" Anko said, motioning to the three to follow her.

Teaser - New Nemesis – Ron -

"YOU CAN'T EAT MORE THAN ME! I AM AN AKIMICHI! OUR STOMACH IS LEGENDARY!" Choji said with a furious yell, glaring in hate at Ron and at the pile of empty plates near him, the red-haired boy's pile was several plates higher than the one of the Akimichi boy.

"Wanna bet I can instead, skinny princess?" The boy answered with a devious smirk.

"This means war!" the other hissed angrily.

Teaser - New Nemesis – Hermione -

"I am sorry Sakura, but Herumi had beat you once again in the written test, she will be the next "Kunoichi of the Year" if she keeps this up," Iruka said while giving back the corrected papers.

"WHAT?!" the pink-haired girl shrieked in denial.

"Troublesome, is not like it changes anything if you are first or not," Shikamaru said.

"Well, Shika...she DID register a better result than you too..." Iruka said in discomfort.

"SAY WHAT!?" the Nara boy yelled, his eyes shooting wide open.

"I am not lazy when it comes to studying, Shika," Hermione said.

"That's okay, I am just surprised, that's all," the boy answered with a lazy wave of his hand.

"And...Sakura...you may have a big forehead, but MY brain is still bigger than yours," Hermione said with a feral smile, making the other girl glare at her in hate.

"She is still angry for Sakura's jab at her hair?" Harry asked, surprised.

"So it seems, apparently she tried to have the other girls write a mocking song about it," Ron answered shrugging.

"I pity her then, our Mione can be really vicious if she wants to," Harry said with a sigh.

Teaser - New Nemesis – Harry -

"STAY AWAY FROM MY SISTER, HARUI!" Kiba yelled, almost foaming at the mouth.

"I just asked her some suggestions about my pet snake," Harry answered.

"Then why she can't stop talking about you?" the Inuzuka boy asked back.

"I am just very gifted with animals and snakes in particular, that's all," Harry answered, rising his hands.

"And she saw me 'practice' my Parseltongue on Hermione as well, that may have had part of the blame for her interest in me too..." the boy added mentally.

"You better stay away from her, touch her and I will kill you," Kiba answered.

"I already have a girlfriend, thank you," Harry said.

"Oh, yes! Herumi...kinda wasted for someone like you, she would do much better with someone else...like me for example," the other said with a teasing tone, missing the narrowing of Harry's eyes.

Thirty minutes later -

"...How do you think they managed to stick him to the wall without glue?" the ANBU asked in confusion.

"He said that that Harui boy used a stick to repetitively flung him against various walls, make his clothes disappear and then "change" his boxers from cotton to sandpaper before using a certain "Sticking Charm" to glue him there," the other ANBU answered.

"And you believe him?"

"I couldn't find traces of Harui-san's smell, footprints, fingerprints or even traces of his chakra from used techniques, or he did that "by Magic" or the Inuzuka boy is making up shit to cover the truth," the other answered.

"Maybe we will never know," the ANBU said, shaking his head as Kiba finally dropped from the wall, letting out a blood-chilling girlish scream as the sandpaper painfully "scratched" his ass all the way down.

"After this...I DON'T want to know," the other ANBU said, both masked nin shivering in phantom pain, watching Kiba whimper on the floor.

Teaser – Saving Anko-sensei -

"Ufufufufu! My dear Anko, I was told that you finally have a Team to teach, were are those poor brats? I need to tell them that they will soon need a new sensei," Orochimaru said with a low laugh.

"Don't...touch them...bastard!" Anko hissed in pain, her Cursed Seal burning like on fire.

"They were just unlucky, Anko-chan, they were paired with a Sensei with a death sentence hanging over her head after all," the Snake Sannin Answered with a smirk.

"I won't continue this if I were you," Harry said with a calm voice, he and the other two joining the scene.

"Really? And what should I fear from a trio of Gennin?" Orochimaru asked, his tone dripping in amusement.

"Damn, who is he? Voldy's long lost cousin?" Ron whispered to Hermione.

"Kind of similar on a lot of things, that's true," she whispered back with a nod.

"Let's make a bet, I'll hit you with a little trick of mine, if it doesn't work we will surrender..." Harry said, taking out the Elder Wand.

"A trick with a stick? Ufufufufu! Oh, my! I am pretty curious now," Orochimaru said with a little laugh.

"I wouldn't underestimate us if I were you...Tarantallegra!" Harry said, shooting the spell and nailing the Sannin on the chest.

"Gack!...And? You really think that a little light will...WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING HERE!?" the man said with a mocking tone, before turning to surprise as his legs started to dance an Irish jig by themselves.

"I CAN'T STOP! STOP THIS! THIS IS HUMILIATING!" Orochimaru ordered as he kept dancing.

"Oh, God! That's amazing!" Anko said between fits of laughter.

"Even by changing body it doesn't stop! What is this jutsu!?" the Snake Sannin asked as even after spitting out a new body he couldn't stop dancing.

"As I said, it's just a little trick, Herumi? Roh? Anything to add?" Harry asked.

"No, mate! I'll just watch the show," Ron answered with a wide smirk.

"I have an idea instead, Explosivo Castrado!" Hermione yelled, launching a bullet of yellowish energy at Orochimaru's crotch.

With a deafening Bang! The Snake Sannin found himself with his nuts detonated.

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Oh, God! Oh,God! Oh,God! Someone please kill me!" Orochimaru wailed in pain, incredibly managing to run away while dancing and with a bleeding crotch.

"Teach me that, girl! I don't care what it takes or what you want in exchange, but I want to be able to have his balls explode whenever I want!" Anko yelled, grabbing Hermione and shaking her wildly.

"Hurray...now the Horror will spread even more..." Ron said with a sigh.

"If we are lucky, she won't be able to reproduce it using chakra, otherwise, we will just pay attention when around her," Harry said with a similar sigh.

"Yeah, I like my bits were they are, thank you," the other boy said with a nod.

The end! Yes, I will make an Harry Potter/Naruto Crossover as a sequel, it will focus ONLY on the Golden Trio with minor details about Naruto since I want to focus on them mostly, still unsure if I will use the Orochimaru scene in the completed work, let me know if you want it to be there, okay?

I enjoyed writing this story, but this too had to come to an end sadly, I hope you will continue to follow me in my other projects, it was a pleasure presenting you this, thank you for reading ^ ^.

See you around, my friends ^ ^.

Tr230.