The philosopher's Stone

Harry woke up with an unpleasant feeling in his gut and knew what that meant. The old goat's plans (as his friend called him) were beginning to take shape. The chess pieces were placed on the board and he would have to take stupid risks for the sake of... whoever. Harry knew that in itself shouldn't mean much, but this was the magical world and if there was one thing Pietro Black had taught him over these months it was that a wizard should always trust his magic.

Pietro told him a lot about the old goat, but Harry realized that his friend had no negative feelings for the man. This confused him until Pietro took his doubts away. "Although he is manipulative and somewhat scary for an old man, Dumbles has never done anything to me or my family directly so I see no reason to antagonize the old goat," said young Black when Harry asked about it.

That said a lot.

First of all, Pietro didn't plan on helping him before and didn't care what Dumbledore's plan was for him, so much so that before a long period of time and coexistence Pietro had never helped him directly with anything. Only recently did the young friend give him many benefits, mainly from the disgusting soul fragment that had clung to him and that was very important to Harry. Because it meant that, even denying closeness, Pietro cared about him.

Of course, Harry was annoyed when he learned of Pietro's plans for the Sorcerer's Stone, but on second thought, shouldn't he have any benefits here? From the beginning, Pietro was always helping him, he never gave anything in return. So, rationally speaking, it wasn't wrong for Lord Black to want something for services rendered. That was a given.

So Harry decided to help whatever his friend's plan was. Of course, Pietro might not like boring things like friendship, friendship and stuff like that, but he would never refuse that, it was more than clear. He wasn't just going to suck either, Harry knew, Pietro believed in the principle of equal exchange. At least when it comes to helping others.

Harry chuckled as he remembered one of the most shameless phrases he'd ever heard.

"If you do me a favor, I will return it to you one day…but if I do you a favor, not even 1000 favors will pay your debt to me. After all you should know that there is a difference between the favor of an ordinary wizard and a magnificent wizard like me. They are worlds of difference."

Harry laughed so hard at the thought of it that he woke up the bereft Weasley, Ronald. Well, not that he minded.

Another thing he noticed about Pietro was... He knew more than he let on. It took Harry 2 weeks of living with Ronald Bilius Weasley before realizing what a human garbage he was, but Pietro, who never had direct contact, was able to determine Ron's personality with absurd ease. "He's just one envious rat in a big family full of envious rats a little more talented than he is.", said Pietro in one of their discussions. Interestingly, the young man hated Ron more than Dumbles and that said something about little Weasley.

In some crooked way, he knew about Hermione too and said she would be cute when she grew up, which Harry agreed. Although the witch had that bossy look and haughty demeanor it still couldn't be denied that she was cute even now.

But none of that matters for now.

The day was common. He had tests to take in a few days, but he knew things needed to happen today. Tonight would be when Voldemort would reveal himself to him. Pietro basically gave an account of all future events under the guise of seeing possible futures through his eyes.

Harry was surprised to learn of his friend's ability and asked if Pietro knew about him asking for help. The answer was disappointing.

"In the visions I have, my existence is not added... So basically I see things when my beautiful self is not present. Let's just say that in the visions this amazing young master doesn't exist... which is a huge loss to so-called fate."

Harry was still getting used to his friend's attacks of narcissism, but his personality really brought out genuine smiles al wizard... He wondered if that was what it was like to have a brother. He never had one in his current family so he had doubts but he hoped he would.

"Don't you find it strange that all Hagrid wanted most was a dragon and then suddenly, coincidentally, he got one?" Harry asked the members of what Pietro called the "Golden Trio", which was a far-fetched fallacy. If anyone could be called golden in this group of teenagers it would be the Granger girl and even she was still limited to the book complex.

Then the three went to Hagrid. He said he told the mysterious man who gave him the recently stolen dragon egg the secret on how to get past Fluffy (the 3 head dog and actually hadWhat names of these?) and then the trio ran in search of Dumbledore only to find that he, coincidentally, wasn't at school.

So, like the idiot kids they are, they ran to the third floor. They entered the room and saw the dog sleeping to the sound of an enchanted harp. Harry wanted to stop and study the charms, but he didn't have time. Who knows when the old goat would return and make his friend's plans for the Stone useless. He hurried to open the trapdoor and jump.

Sure, he knew about devil's slime, but he pretended not to know just so Hermione would have her moment of glory.

"Lumus Maxima". He yelled at the witch to "save" the two boys' skins.

Then they found a room with flying keys. He was the Gryffindor Seeker so it was obvious who that test was created for. Picking up the broom he flew quickly before grabbing the key and throwing it towards the 2 helpers before opening the door and moving on to the next kid's test.

Interestingly, it was a wizard's chess game, the only skill the retarded redhead had was his expertise in chess. By this time any doubt in Harry's mind about the old goat's manipulation had largely vanished. So the game continued.

They moved into another room... this one had sleeping trolls. If they had woken up then this would have been a worthy challenge, but... this room was the challenge prepared by Quirrell... he brought these trolls.

Now that Harry thought about it, why when he entered the great hall to warn about the trolls... did the professor pass out? Or did he fake a faint? Harry finally realized who was the real culprit in Hermione's near death. It also makes everything even clearer in his mind. How did the teacher who can bring trolls for the protection of the Philosopher's Stone send trolls? Ridiculous. What's more, how could Dumbles not know who brought the magical beast into the walls of Hogwarts?

Pietro had said that Snape had no reason to want the Stone as potion masters earn very well and his early-year speech about cheating death with the often disgusting liquids wasn't just for talk. That meant there was no need for Snape to go after the stone, at least he didn't need to, but that didn't mean he didn't try to take it to someone else, or so Harry thought... now all he could do was that he was being biased towards the greasy one.

But Harry was furious. Dumbledore's lack of responsibility for bringing such things as the Stone became homicidal. Let's not even think about allowing a psychotic teacher to teach in a school full of kids and allowing that same teacher to let magic-resistant monsters into the school...

Hermione could have died from it. But again, she was a muggleborn. The most that would happen is her parents being published to forget that one day she will have a daughter and nothing else. The thought of it really sent waves of fury right at the little wizard, but he controlled himself.

"Come on, we have to stop 'Snape' from stealing the Stone." He said pretending to still distrust Professor Snape.

"Yes." Hermione replied. Harry was glad Ronald had fallen behind in the chess judging. He couldn't bear to be alone with the red-haired genius of the endless chatter about Quidditch... Harry almost left the team thanks to the redhead's nagging about the sport.

Hell, he didn't even know about Quidditch before entering the wizarding world. How does he expect to have a conversation about this subject?

Anyway, Snape's test arrived and Harry was convinced that the only one who took the protection of the Stone thing seriously was the potions master. A riddle, followed by several bottles filled with whatever liquid they had... so he could pass through the black flames.

That was a worthy test!

Or an assassination attempt on anyone with less-than-genius brains. If Harry was alone, he would have no problem getting past that, but again he gave Hermione the chance for glory. He already had too much on his own plate to manage and he doesn't need more.

Harry knew that Dumbles would expose all the happenings to the school and that it would draw attention to him... while facing a weakened Dark lord, he didn't need crazy people trying to convince him to sign napkin pieces.

So he drank the potion and walked in... to bump into Quirrell.

As expected.

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"Use the boy"

"Come here, Potter... tell me what you see."

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"He lies. Let me talk to him."

"Master is still weak."

"Strong enough for this."

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And the plot remained exactly the same. Harry was surprised by what happened because it was exactly as Pietro had said it would be. Even the words the adults used were the same... the only difference would be the scene the boy-who-lived saw in the mirror... insteadof living parents, Harry found himself hugging Pietro. Their arms were resting on each other's shoulders and they were smiling in the boy's direction.

In that moment Harry knew what he wanted. What he really wanted more.

Not something impossible like resurrecting your parents.

Not fame and glory. He hated the one he already had now.

Not wealth. According to Pietro he was already richer than he could imagine and had more money than he would be able to spend in this lifetime.

What he wanted was recognition from his first true friend. He wanted Pietro to accept him...

And it was with this in mind that as soon as his doppelganger in the mirror put the Stone in his pocket... He used the transport amulet and sent the Stone to Pietro.

And so he turned to face the wizard and his parasite. Good thing touching the wizard would be enough to kill him.

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POV MC

I was worried.

Why?

Simple, I just received news from my Eldens in the dimension that the Philosopher's Stone was in my possession.

That meant two things.

The first one, Harry had sent the Stone, against all my predictions as I figured I'd have to get it myself. The second was that he was in danger. Hell, I knew Lily's protection was active and it would be hard for him to die, but still unpredictable things always happened.

This world was no longer a book or a movie for my entertainment. There were real dangers here. Dangers I had no clue about. Who knows if the No-Nose bastard hadn't found magical ways around Lily's protections? Who guarantees the wards weren't using the recycled soul fragment to power themselves? Perhaps my action, giving young Harry soul food is the cause of his death today.

But I didn't have to worry too long.

"Sir, the Potter heir is now being medicated by Miss Pomfrey in the infirmary." Memphis broke the news that she disarmed my wand. I was ready to go after the scar brat and fight Voldyshorts face to face. Bloody hell, I care about this little idiot!

This can only be a joke!

But even then I knew it wasn't. Harry grew on me these crazy months. He was my friend. My only male friend if excluded Uncle Ted who is a more father figure and Grandpa Gellert who was more of a business partner... although I don't have affectionate feelings towards him.

So now I had a friend my age who was an unbearable person. Looks like I was growing up as a person, huh? Hmm... now that I think about it...

I have. The rock. Fuck!

I had the Stone!

I got it...

hahahahahaha

I can create my kingdom now... my kingdom. Mine. Kingdom. Fuck!

Damn, Harry deserves a reward. Yeah, I'll make it up to you... maybe fix the Dursleys? But maybe he wants to take it into his own hands. I've already taught him to use legilimency and occlumency... if the bastards tried to hurt him, one look would be enough to pulverize his mind.

Well, I'll think of something when necessary. Now I just need to start binding the Stone to the core of the dimension and the Fidellius spell around the island. After that, I'll just wait until 4th grade and... well, do what I planned to do...

The year is ending... I should see Harry in the infirmary, but no one knows we've spoken... anyway, maybe hiding things is more problematic than I imagined. But I'm sure I can find a way to justify my proximity to Potter.

"You look happy, dear." Karine says as she walks into my room. She was wearing a fluffy maid's dress, but in a more naughty style. Instead of a full skirt with ruffles and other frills she was wearing a dress with a tight skirt, showing off her shapely ass and shameless beautiful legs.

I wonder what the inbred wizards thought seeing her walk into my room like that.

"Yes I am happy."

"Does it have something to do with a certain Potter in the infirmary?" she asked as she poured me a glass of red wine.

"You can say yes." I spoke as she accepted the glass and drank the alcoholic liquid. "You're not trying to get me drunk, are you?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Hahaha, kidding aside, is Harry alright?"

"Harry? Are you close?"

I smiled as I swirled the red liquid slightly. I looked at the girl without answering.

"You were with him when he disappeared, weren't you?" she concluded.

"You can say that."

"Are you going to be direct or do I have to rip you off?" The girl said defiantly.

"Heh, I wonder how you would do that..." before I even finished she had her mouth glued to mine. Yes, this girl had no manners, interrupting my beautiful self just like that. If I weren't so forgiving, I could offend myself and hurt him as a punishment.

The kiss deepened too fast and soon we were panting. Of course, I didn't use anything but my mouth to connect with her. I don't want to risk myerection incite her to more extreme things... after all I set the speed of our relationship to the level of kisses and that's it. No unnecessary groping on my part and controlled silly-handed permission on her and her sister's part.

Well, it was fine. It would be unwise to continue or you would lose control.

"Hah... Does that mean... hah... give up?" she asked is the answer was obvious. If I said I wouldn't be attacked again by the girl's delicious mouth and I didn't want to make things even harder for my dick currently confined in the tiny space of my pants.

"I quit." I say smiling when I see her disappointed expression.

"Stingy."

"Hahaha... sorry, beautiful." I told her and lightly kissed her sulky little face. "But I'm not going to run with things right now. As for your debt... Harry is an ally... No, he's almost in the friend category now. So much so that I'll need to help more than I've already done so he can fight Dumbles and Voldy..."

I sighed.

And I liked the old man a little.