Chapter Eleven: So, What Did You Do This Year?
That night, before he went to sleep, Harish wrapped the stone in a clean pair of socks and he placed in his trunk where it couldn't break or be stolen. The next evening was the end of term feast. It got out that Hermione had hexed Ron pretty badly the night the stone was stolen. Though no one knew that she did it to keep him away from the third floor. Either way, the first year girls all whispered throughout the feast. They still believed that she was Sirius Black's daughter. It didn't help that when Hermione noticed they were whispering about her, she look at them superiorly and sniffed haughtily.
"Another year has come and gone," Dumbledore had said, drawing everyone's attention. "And now we find ourselves on the very last day of school. Now before you all eat and pack up ready to leave, we must announce our winners for the House Cup."
He paused as everyone leaned forward in interest. "In fourth place is Hufflepuff with three hundred and four points. In third is Ravenclaw with three hundred and twenty-three points. Gryffindor has four hundred and sixteen points and Slytherin tops it all off with four hundred and thirty-two points!"
A storm of cheering broke out at Slytherin table. Some were banging their goblets on the table and others were so happy that they hugged each other in delight. The twins high-fived each other and then hugged Harish. He simply shrugged and began cheering with the rest of his house.
"Yes well done, Slytherin!" Dumbledore shouted. "But that isn't all. We have some last minute points to award."
"Last minute points?" Harish asked, his eyes drawn together.
"First, I award Ronald Weasley, for standing up to others in his year even though he was injured, five points."
Ron looked around, shocked and Seamus and Neville both thumped him on the back.
"Next, to Mr. Seamus Finnigan I award six points for cool intellect and outstanding detective skills."
A lot of cheering erupted at the Gryffindor and Draco whispered to Hermione, "They're tied with us now."
"And finally, I award two points to Neville Longbottom, who showed courage in the face of danger!"
The Gryffindors all cheered ecstatically and Harish groaned. If he hadn't have done that, Slytherin would have won. So, naturally, the entire house grumbled the rest of the night about unfair headmasters and meddling old codgers.
The next morning Harish and the twins packed up the rest of their belongings into their trunks. Though none of them knew that Harish accidently packed up the Enfolding String that was underneath a pile of his clean laundry, and Fred accidently took Harish's drawing notebook. It didn't matter all that much, as they already knew his father was Voldemort. Then they gathered their trunks and headed for the Hogsmeade Station to get on the train home. They claimed the back compartment as their own and were soon joined by Draco and Hermione.
"Both of you will write, or course?" Harish asked the first years.
Draco nodded, but Hermione frowned. "Can you get mail the Muggle way? I don't have an owl yet. I was thinking of getting one this summer."
Harish frowned at well at this statement. "I don't think so. Our manor is kind of…secluded."
Hermione nodded, looking sad.
"We can get mail," the twins piped up.
"It's all delivered in the village beneath our house."
"If you want, you can write us and we'll pass on to Harish whatever you want."
"Would you?" Hermione asked them.
They both nodded.
"I don't see why I need to write," Draco said, leaning back. "Harish will most likely come over to our manor over the summer."
"What if I don't?" Harish asked, coolly. "I might be busy this summer."
"Oh, I guess I'll write then."
Harish rolled his eyes. Draco was ridiculous sometimes.
"Anything from the trolley, dears?" the trolley lady asked.
Harish smiled and licked his lips.
"I'll have three of everything, please."
He picked out his candy and tossed some gold down on the trolley.
"Are you seriously going to eat all of that?" Hermione asked, her eyebrows were raised.
"Are you kidding?" George asked.
"Of course he will!" Fred exclaimed.
Hermione shook her head.
That evening when the train pulled into King's Cross Station, everyone said their final goodbyes. They climbed off the train and separated to find their parents. Harish found his father and he apparated them to Slytherin Manor. There Harish pulled the stone out of his trunk and bounded down the stairs to Voldemort's study. He held out the Philosopher's Stone for his father. Voldemort looked down at it, surprised.
"It's the Philosopher's Stone," he mumbled, not looking at the Dark Lord. "I stole it for you." Harish looked up at his father as he took the stone from the boy's hands. He was startled to find Voldemort smiling down at him with pride. "What did you do this year?"
Voldemort let out a small chuckle and the two of the were soon laughing together.