"Hermione, Ron! Come on! I want to see Harry!" I yelled, running down to the hospital wing, once we reached the door Madam Pomfrey told us 'NO VISITORS' how rude. Then she came back.

"Five minutes only!" She said.

Hermione, Ron, and I ran in. I saw Harry laying on a bed.

"Harry!" I said running towards him, I wanted to hug him but he looked a little sore so I had to hold back.

"Oh, Harry, we were sure you were going to - Dumbledore was so worried-" Hermione said.

"The whole school's talking about it," Ron said. "What really happened?"

Harry told us everything: Quirrell; the mirror; the Stone; and Voldemort. I could tell Harry thought we were a good audience; we would gasp in all the right places, and when Harry told us what was under Quirrell's turban, Hermione screamed, and I pretend fainted.

"So the Stone's gone?" Ron said. "Flamel's just going to die?"

"That's what I said, but Dumbledore thinks that - what was it? - 'to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.' " Harry said.

"I always said he was off his rocker," Ron said.

"So what happened to you two?" Harry asked.

"We got back all right," I said. "I brought Ron round - that took a while - and Hermione went up to the owlery to contact Dumbledore but we met him in the entrance hall - he already knew - he just said , "Harry's gone after him, hasn't he? Then he hurtled off to the third floor."

"D'you think he meant to do it? Sending you your father'd cloak and everything?" Ron said.

"We'll," Hermione exploded, "if he did - I mean to say - that's terrible - you could have been killed."

"No, it isn't," Harry said thoughtfully. "He's a funny man, Dumbledore. I think he sort of wanted to give me a chance. I think he knows more or less everything that goes on here, you know. I reckon he had a pretty good idea we were going to try, and instead of stopping us, he just taught us to help. I don't think it was an accident he let me find out how the mirror worked. It's almost like he thought I had the right to face Voldemort if I could. . . "

"Yeah, Dumbledore's off his rocker all right," Ron said. "Listen, you've got to be up for the end-of-the-year feast tomorrow. The points are in Slytherin won of course-"

At that moment Madam Pomfrey burst in.

"You've had nearly fifteen minutes, now OUT," she said firmly.

Everyone was at the feast. I kept looking over to the door to see if Harry would com. He finally came and sat next to me. Everything around the hall Slytherin. Dumbledore arrived moments later. The babbled died away.

"Another year gone!" Dumbledore said cheerfully. "And I must trouble you with an old man's wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year has been! Hopefully your head are all a little fuller than they were . . . You have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts. . . . Now as I understand it, the house cup here needs awarding, and the points stand thus: in fourth place, Gryffindor, with three hundred and twelve points; in third, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw has four hundred and twenty-six and Slytherin, four hundred and seventy two."

Ugh. The Slytherins cheered. As everyone else in the hall sat, and kept quiet.

"Yes, yes, well done, Slytherin." Dumbledore said. "However, recent events must be taken to account. . . Ahem . I have a few last minute points to dish out. . . Yes. . . To Mr. Ronald Weasley. . ."