𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓟𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 [√]

Part Twelve

Tonight is the night. He had heard Liam on the other two, planning to go get the stone tonight.

He sat in the Slytherin Dorm with Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, and Draco. They were doing the transfiguration homework when Draco nudged him.

Tobias looked up at him and hummed, "Shouldn't you get going?" Draco asked and Tobias cast a tempus and nodded before standing.

"Where are you going?" Nott asked. And Tobias gave him a look.

"Out," he replied before heading down to the common room. He exited the room and made his way to the third floor. He entered the only door on the corridor and went to the second door, he unlocked it.

He saw a Cerberus growling at him. Tobias raised his hands and light magic flowed out, the magic flowing into the three-headed dog head.

The dog fell asleep, and Tobias conjured up a harp and made it play itself. He exited the room, went to the first room, locked the door, and went to the corner. He heard the door open and stood stepping deep into the shadows, watching as the three entered the room.

He waited forty minutes for them to come back. He immediately knocked them out with his magic and took the stone, making sure they saw him.

He went out and took the stone to his Papa's room, he went down the stairs. He went into the door and saw Quirrell, Draco, and Severus standing there.

"Did you get it?" Quirrell asked and Tobias pulled the stone. He gave it to Severus, and the older man smiled at him and took the stone.

He motioned for them to follow them into his potions room. He laid the stone on the table, took a small chisel, and took off a small piece before dropping it into the pink potion, turning it into a peach color.

He put the potion in a vail and placed it on the table and the room grew a bit silent.

Quirrell slowly picked up the vail, took a deep breath, and drank it. Quirrell proceeded to cough and hold his throat. He glowed and his body split. Tom and Quirrell collapsed to the floor.

Quirrell gasped, sitting up and holding his chest. Tom still lay on the floor. Severus rushed over to him and Tom was skinny and a little pale.

Severus quickly picked him up, rushed him out of the room, and laid him on the bed. "Is he OK?" Tobias asked, and Severus nodded his head.

"He will be fine, he will be asleep for a few minutes. His soul will be stitching itself back together. He will need to eat a lot," Severus said, and the other two nodded.

A few hours later, Tom woke up with a groan. His red eyes opened, and he looked up and around the room, seeing everyone waiting for him to wake up.

"Tom," Tobias said, with a small smile on his face. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

"I'm fine," He said, sitting up, the rest were alerted to him.

Remus, who had come in the last few hours, came early, got them food, and ate while they made sure Tom was OK.

"Get some rest, Tom. Lucius will come to collect you later tomorrow," Severus said.

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Re-published: May 2, 2024, 10 am 

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