Twins: A Different Life

The Stone is Wanted by Who!?

Harry was working on his edited version of the map still, he had started to draw it up, which was a task in itself – there were just so many things to remember. Putting Hogwarts down on parchment was much more difficult than he could have anticipated, and he admired his father and uncle all the more for it. On top of that, he was still trying to find a lead to who was after the stone and repeatedly coming up black. This made him so frustrated and irritable,  he was forced to go through his entire mind and reorder it. It helped him focus and he realized he was better off searching for the mysterious Riddle at the current time. 

He was sitting in Defence where Quirrell was stuttering through something pointless and Harry decided to check the map, his head shot up when he saw 'Tom Marvolo Riddle' practically on top of Quirrell as usual, his eyes narrowed and he discretely cast his heat signature spell to see for any hidden presence behind the Professor. When he didn't find any he looked at the map again to check and the name was still there. He canceled the spell and frowned in thought; what in Hades was going on? He knew the map was fine as he had gotten Remus to check it and it clearly stated Riddle was in the room. He silently left when the bell rang trying to work out the puzzle and absently rubbed his scar which was burning slightly. Rose pushed past him and he froze as everything clicked into place. Tom Marvolo Riddle disappeared in the late 50's early 60's just as the whisperings of the Dark Lord Voldemort began. The genius and model student Riddle was somehow connected to the Dark Lord, but how? Then it came to him, Voldemort couldn't be a real name, it emerged in the early '60s before it boomed and was feared, but Voldemort had disappeared on Halloween when the killing curse had backfired. Now the Philosopher's Stone, which created the elixir of life, was hidden here, and the Dark Lord was famous for his ability to possess people; Harry had done his research.

"Harrison!" Draco's voice entered his whirling thoughts.

"What?" His voice sounded off.

"You phased out and froze, I called you 5 times." Harry blinked.

"I need to do something." He muttered and began running full pelt back to the common room, he tore through tapestries and jumped downstairs, he flew into the common room ignoring the alarmed looks, and nearly fell up the stairs in his haste to get to the dorms. He rushed to a desk and pulled out the journal he had been using for all of his research on Riddle, just as Draco fell through the door. He waved his hand, sealing the doors shut, and pulled out a quill. Harry wrote down the name Tom Marvolo Riddle and rearranged it, his eyes widened as his suspicions were confirmed.

"I cannot believe it," He breathed completely stunned. He couldn't believe he didn't work it out sooner: with his scar and someone wanting to steal the stone, who else would be desperate for the Philosopher's stone so suddenly and an actual threat to it? Dumbledore must have known, placing it close to him to try and ward him off with his presence. He suddenly hired both the Potters, both of which were for runners in the last war and both very good with a wand.

"What is it, you've gone strange?" Harry looked at his best friend with the shock still written on his face.

"I've worked it out, who wants the stone," Harry told him.

"What? How and who?"

"I should have seen it before, it was glaring me in the face," Harry muttered to himself.

"Who is it?"

"Remember I asked you about Riddle?"

Draco nodded.

"Well I did some research into him, he's from a long line of unblessed from his father's side but I couldn't get the info from his mother because I didn't know her name. You cannot get information on a certain person, just a surname it's a loophole," Harry explained and Draco nodded in understanding,