Harry Potter And The Hidden Prince

" Can you believe how easy the exams were? And to think I read up on extra points in case they came out with Neville. " Richard huffs out, frustrated at the difficulty level of their exams.

Annie on the other hand, was down right dead. She seemed like a walking ghost from the way she was swaying to and fro with each step she took. " What happened to you Ann? " Louis questions worriedly, " Suffering from insomnia at the current moment, read up on more then I should have till late at night and couldn't sleep properly for the past week. I'm gonna hit the hay while my brain can still function, see you guys at dinner....or not. " With Annie gone, the two boys strolled to the dining hall for lunch with famished stomachs.

" So...I've got a plan. " Louis says out of the blue as he takes a bite out of his fifth Jello cup. " A plan for what exactly? " Draco asks as he joins the two boys seeing as the dining hall was practically empty. " The one you were told about two weeks before the exams? " Richard helps remind the young Malfoy kindly as he stabs his piece of sausage and wats it like a barbarian.

" Ah, that plan. " Draco says embarrassed , " Yup, that plan. So, now that all the other things are out of the way. I'm guessing that the golden trio have caught up on things by now and are going to be doing some ' investigation ' " He air quotes the word, " And our soon to be fired DADA professor is going to be there to confess all his deeds, or somewhere along that line - " Draco cuts in before more can be said, " And this concerns us how? "

Louis rolls his eyes at his blonde friend before continuing, " The important point is, is that the Merlin shitting Professor is going to be there, and I want him to suffer for what his done. " At this point Into his ' Plan ' Louis was emitting dark waves due to his anger he has for Professor Quirrell. " No killing Louie. You know that. " Richard calmly states as he stabs another sausage, " But that doesn't mean he needs to be in one piece, does it? " Louis was obviously testing how far he can go for his vengeance based on his questions.

Richard wasn't even going to try to argue with his cousin, he'd just have to make sure that the victim is alive and not dead on the ground by the time the other professors reach the room. He was now contemplating on getting another vacation. ' Draco's family is hosting a ball soon, maybe I should go, wait....All Princetons are invited to their ball this year...I have a sad life. '

Depressing thoughts aside, Richard watched as the golden trio made their way to Hagrid's hut from a distance. " We should get ready right about now, Harry's no doubt going to piece together everything soon, and we don't want to be caught off guard when it happens. "

And so, the small group of boys made their way to Fluffy's room unnoticed to those they passed by.

Arriving to the Room with the mirror of erised perched in the middle, the three boys went their separate ways and to their own spots, hidden in the shadows from plain sight.

It was only after three cups of Jellos and a small picnic did Quirrell arrive, talking to the face on the back of his head, the professor was to distracted to sense the three boys only a few feet away from him.

When the professor had at last shut up, the three boys waited once more for Harry to arrive. and two cups of smoothies later did the boy arrive, battered and a tad bit sweaty.

The plan was in action at last, while Quirrell rambled on and on about his role and what he did, Draco came out from his hiding spot and sneaked up to the mirror with a hammer in hand. Richard turned invisible, and went to the small flight of stairs from where Harry previously stood with his wand in hand. Louis turned invisible as well and walked up to Quirrell, a devilish smirk on his face as he got ready to cast his spell.

The drama had at last came tilt he point where Quirrell held Harry in a tight grasp turban down, while the boy grunted in pain from his scar due to the face on the back of Quirrell's head. " Look into the mirror and tell me what you see! " The man yelled in anguish at the boy, forcing him to look into the mirror.

Forced to look into the mirror, Harry noticed something odd, his reflection had a look of despair as it patted down all over seeming as if it lost something important. " Well?! Where is the stone!? " The bald man yelled hysterically as he tightened his grip on the boy even more.

However, before Harry even had the chance to utter a sound, a hammer appeared out of nowhere and smashed hard into the mirror, shattering it completely. Quirrell was the first to react as well as the face on his head as they both screamed in horror " NOOOO! " Knowing now that their chance was gone and all his planning had gone to waste, Quirrell shoved Harry aside and made a break for it to the small flight of stairs.

Unfortunately, he tripped out of nowhere when he made it to the top of the stairs, dazed and confused at what had happened Quirrell was hit with a unknown spell along with a knock out spell, rendering him unconscious.

The face at the back of Quirrell's head realised that the best chance he had to getting out alive.....sort of, was by ditching the professor and attempt to possess the chosen one meant to kill him. With a raspy wail like cry, the face removed itself from it's host and floated to the half conscious boy like a turtle on steroids.

It was to bad for him when Louis began to cast his spells like a machine gun. The first spell he casted was one of time manipulation, where the target hit by it would have time around it slowed down ten times, making the subject slow like a plant growing. The second, third, fourth, and fifth spells were to make sure the soul in pain unimaginable and unable to scream in pain, Louis was just acting petty when he catsed these spells. The last spell cast was a advanced tracking spell, placed deep into the soul where it couldn't be seen, felt, or found. And only the caster would have the power to remove the spell or have it there for eternity.

When he at last felt satisfied, Louis let out a breath of air he didn't know he had been holding. " Yahhhh, we're going to have to talk about this " Richard points to the indistinguishable face, " and your temper. " Dravo comes to Louis' side and nods in agreement with Richard.

" Are we done now? Dinners about to be served and the professors are about to arrive. " Draco points out as he starts to drag Louis by the arm with his left hand and Riachrd with his right. " Wait, " Draco stops moving, " are we just going to leave professor Quirrell there? " Draco asks unsure, " Don't worry about him, I cast a truth spell on him before knocking him out, he'll be sprouting out all the things he's done while hosting Volderwort. " Richard reassures, " Your just making fun of his name aren't you? " Rochard nods " Yup, and so is Louie and Ann. "

Once his doubts are reassured, Draco nods and resumes to drag the two Princetons to the dining hall.

The disfigured face in the fog, had somehow managed to move despite the pain he was going through and escape Hogwarts before the professors arrived.

That night, the professors found the mirror of erised shattered, Harry Potter unconscious on the ground, and Quirrell at the top of the steps knocked out. It was without a doubt the busiest night in Hogwarts with the students gossiping about what they were guessing happened to the boy-who-lived and their DADA professor right after their exams, spreading like wildfire.