Chapter 2

We walk towards the car and dad takes Harry's trunk, and shoves it in the boot.

"Good to see you Harry, how was your summer?" Dad asked with a smile, while shutting the car boot.

"It was good, I was looking forward to going to Ron's. He said they will meet us at Diagon Alley." Harry said, looking at his watch.

"Yeah I know, we will be picking up Ginny at the same time." Dad said looking at me.

I just smile and wait in the car. Harry and dad get in the car and we set off to Diagon Alley. I start thinking about my research into the trace magic. I think I have a way to get rid of it, but I need my wand to test that theory.

"So what house do you think you'll be in?" Harry asked, looking at me while I was still thinking about research.

"I don't mind any to be honest, I just want to research and learn." I said, while taking out a pen and paper from a bracelet mum made me.

It's got a door that will let me put things in, and take them out at will. It also has in enlargement charm on it. I start writing down my theory of the trace, and place it back into my bracelet. Harry looks at me questionably, I just smile and continue the conversation.

"What house do you think I'll be in?" I ask, with a smile.

"I'm hoping you'll be in Gryffindor, but my gut says you'll be in Ravenclaw." He answers, with a sad smile.

"Don't be sad, I'll end up wherever I end up. How is Hogwarts itself? Like the grounds and stuff?" I ask, changing the subject.

"Big, very big, you might get lost at first, I know I did. But you'll get used to it." Harry said. "It's a bit dangerous though, but fun as well."

"So Harry, you never told me what happened at the end of the year?" I ask, with a glint of curiosity.

He looks at dad, and when dad just shrugged, he took a deep breath and started his tale. He told me about the defence against the dark arts teacher, how Voldemort was possessing him, how he tried to get something called a philosopher's stone, which produces the elixir of life. He told me about having to get past a three headed dog, a chess set, and a potions riddle. There was more but that's all that interested me.

He continued, he said he met the teacher by some mirror. The Mirror of Erised, a strange mirror that shows your hearts desire. Well Erised is just desire backwards. He thought he would meet Mr Snape there but it was a man called Quirrell.

"Why do you and dad hate Mr Snape so much? Mum always says nice things about him." I asked still confused about it all.

Dad and Harry just look at each other and then to me, and shakes their heads at the same time.

"You'll know when you get there, I'm not going to risk getting beat up by your mother again." Dad said, shivering at the last time he bad mouthed Mr Snape.

Harry continued his story, he found Quirrell by the mirror trying to get it out. He asked why it was him, and got told all the things he done and how Mr Snape was trying to stop him.

"I told you Mr Snape was a nice person." I interjected.

They just shook their heads again, and Harry continued. Apparently he could see the stone in the mirror, but couldn't get it. So a voice, that was not his told him to get Harry, to get it. Then he unfurled his turban and Voldemort was underneath.

"What did Mouldy look like?" I ask with a smile.

"Mouldy?" Harry asked confused, then look at dad.

"*Sigh* She means Voldemort, for some reason she refuses to say his name." Dad just shakes his head and continues to drive.

"Why do you call him that?" Harry asked with a bit of a smile.

"Calling him by a name he chose, gives him an advantage. So I made a new one for him, one that suits him better." I say in a proud tone.

Dad nearly crashed, he was laughing so hard, and so was Harry, it looked like he stoped breathing for a moment.

"Can we finish with the story?" I asked getting annoyed by them.

After a few moments, Harry composed himself, nodded and continued. So Harry had the stone in his pocket, and somehow Voldemort knew he was lying about what he saw. Quirrell attacked, but when Harry touched his face it started to hurt him. And Harry grabbed at his face and passed out. When he came to, he was in the hospital wing, and Dumbledore was at his bed.

"Well Mouldy must have done some very dark magic to still be alive." I say, remembering some things I've read about.