Spells and Visions; A Harry Potter story

Chapter 9: Home Again

"Harry?" Hermione whispered. The thought struck me that I could go to him, but then I remembered all the things I would have to go through. Dumbledore would probably already be there by now. I stood up anyway.
"Let's go," I said, without any plan. Neville and Hermione stood up instantly.
Putting the camera around my neck, the three of us left the the common room and went up to the third floor. We had the cloak put loosely around us. We didn't even care if we were seen now. There we waited. But did we do now?
We stood before the door with the three-headed dog, and just as I reached to the handle, the door flung open.
It was Dumbledore. With Harry, unconscious in his arms. I gasped.

"You came looking for him, I suppose?" Dumbledore said with a smile.
"Actually, yes, Professor," Hermione said.
"Well, he is alive and well, and, wait, why am I hearing myself twice?"
"Oh, sorry," I said, as I clicked on my camera on the 'off' button. I reached for the camera hanging around Harry's neck and clicked on the 'off' button too.
Dumbledore laughed.
"You are a smart girl, Jynx."
"Thank you," I smiled. We walked back with Professor Dumbledore.

"So you've seen everything, I reckon?" Dumbledore asked.
"Well, Neville and I have heard everything, but Harry had in the last stage put the camera in his shirt for safety, so I am still confused about a few things," I told him. "Like, how was Voldemort with him? Was he in Quirrell's body?"
"Well, you've quite figured that one out, Jynx. He was on the back of Professor Quirrell's head. That's why the professor had been wearing that turban all the time."
"To hide him," I whispered. "There's something else, though. Why were they both screaming in the end?"
"Harry was screaming because his scar hurt him so bad, he couldn't see. Professor Quirrell screamed because when Harry touched him, his body started to crumble."
"Crumble?" Neville said. "I'm glad I didn't have to see that now."
"Why?" Hermione asked, who knew even less than us.
"Because the only thing Voldemort can't understand is love. Quirrell was full of hatred and shared his soul with Voldemort, that's why he couldn't touch him."

"So it was never Snape?" Hermione whispered to me.
"No, it was Quirrell all along," I answered, yawning. "Sorry, I am just so tired."
We stopped at our floor and said the password.
"Goodnight, all of you," Dumbledore said.
"Professor, what if Harry doesn't wake up?" Hermione asked, as she stepped through the hole.
"Oh, he will, he is not dead."
"But the last Quidditch match is tomorrow."
"There is nothing we can change about that," Dumbledore said, and the portrait hole closed.

"Goodnight," I said to Neville, and Hermione and I went to our dormitory, while my brother went to his'. Silently, we changed into our pyjamas and I noticed I still had Neville's camera. I would give it back to him tomorrow.

The next day, Ron was let out of the hospital, and we were extremely happy to see him. I give the camera back to my brother, who kept it around his neck. We got to the Quidditch match, where Gryffindor had to play against Ravenclaw, but without Harry, it went wrong. If we won this match, we won the championship, but that didn't happen. I cheered for Fred and George, who did their very best, but they still lost.
People kept asking where Harry Potter was, and somehow the news had spread. Harry was a hero again, and people talked only good about him, except of course Draco Malfoy, who was jealous.

Two days later, Dumbledore came with he news that Harry was awake. Ron, Hermione, Neville and I went to the hospitalwing immediately.
"We won't cause any trouble," I comforted Madam Pomfrey, who almost looked angry that so many kids at once visited Harry.
"Oh Harry, we were sure you were going to- Dumbledore was so worried-" Hermione started.
"The whole school's been talking about it," Ron said.
Harry, Neville and I told Hermione and Ron what they didn't know yet, then Harry told all of us exactly what Neville and I hadn't been able to see.
Then Harry told us that he had spoken to Dumbledore, and that the Philosopher's Stone had been destroyed. That meant Nicolas Flamel and his wife would die soon. He also said that it was Dumbledore who had sent him the Invisibility Cloak; he had kept it after he had had gotten it from Harry's father.
Then Madam Pomfrey grew impatient and shouted: "You've had nearly fifteen minutes, now out!"