Dumbledore's Apprentice The First Year (COMPLETE)

Alisha Moonglow is a 12 year old girl, tortured by some cruel force of nature, but when Albus Dumbledore rescues her from the lips of a Dementor she learns she has gifts, gifts that will open doors she never knew were closed, gifts that will earn her a place in Hogwart School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This will be updated every Monday.

This is finito but I will be posting sneak peeks, diary entries, quizzes and fun stuff like that!


17. Fluffy

Now, I've spent this entire book probably making it out that Alisha is this perfect, pretty, clever, strong, kind little girlie. But she isn't. Everybody has flaws, and Alisha's ones were pretty big, it's just that they were swept over, covered up, in a way. This would have made a normal person big headed, but Alisha WAS NOT normal. She noticed her flaws, and desperately tried to get rid of them, without success, but because nobody told her it was ok not to be perfect, that it was normal, she spent that whole year worrying about her flaws. But anyway, I've gone off the point now, so let us begin this chapter PROPERLY starting with one of Alisha's flaws.



Carefully, Alisha slipped out of bed, not wanting to awake the still sleeping Amaris. She followed the trio out into the common room and watched as Neville fell to the floor, under the Petrificus Totalus charm. She un-jinxed him and sat him up, unconscious, in an armchair and tiptoed after her fellow classmates. They ran to the Forbidden Corridor and unbolted the mysterious door.


"It's still asleep!" Whispered Hermione, "It's been enchanted by that harp!" They scurried along the passageway, but suddenly the room became quieter and, darker.

"Hermione could you put that light on, it's gone out."

"I don't think that's the light Ron." All three of them looked out, the harp had stopped, and the huge build of a three headed dog towered above them.

"RUN!" Screeched Harry and they raced along, desperate to reach the trapdoor in time. Luckily they did, and the lid slammed close, just as one of Fluffy's huge heads appeared at the entrance. Sighing with relief, the trio began to look properly at what they had landed in.

"Isn't this -?" Began Ron.

"Devil's Snare, yes." Squeaked Hermione.

"We're going to die!" Yelled Ron.

"No, no, I'm sure there's something. Oh yes, Devil's Snare hates sunlight!" Announced Hermione.

"Then start a fire!" Suggested Ron, as the plant began to reach out for the children.

"But there's no wood."


"Oh yes, sorry; INCENDIO!" The plant seemed to whimper and released the children, dropping them into a strangely inhabited room. Hundreds, maybe thousands of strange birds swarmed above. At first the friends tired running across, but not even the Alohamora charm could budge the heavy oak door.

"Hang on. Is it just me or are those more than birds?" Inquired Ron.

"No, I think you're right, they're keys!"

"One of them must unlock the door!"

"But there's millions of them!" Whinged Ron, but Harry was already speeding across the room to where three broomsticks hovered almost impatiently above the ground. A one player, thousands of Snitches version of a Quidditch match later, they were finally through the door. On the other side was an enlarged chess board, with pieces twice the size of the children at either side.

"How do we get across?"

"I think we have to play."


A few minutes later, they were well into the game, Ron had taken charge and was commanding pieces about with the air of an army General.

"Harry, I think we've nearly won. If I move there and the queen takes me then you're free to checkmate the king!"

"NO!" Harry was astounded at how truly Gryffindor Ron was being. This particular game of Wizard's Chess had been extremely brutal, and Harry didn't want his best friend going the same way. 

"It's the only way Harry!" Said Ron, taking his place on the spot near the queen. Then it was white's turn to move. The queen knocked Ron to the floor with an almighty 'SMASH!' she then kicked him across the floor to a corner of the room.

"Checkmate." Muttered Harry. The king dropped his sword and the doors at the dim edge of the room swung open. Both he and Hermione rushed to Ron's side.

"Harry, you have to go on alone."

"What, no I can't go alone."

"Well, I can't leave Ron and he can't come can he?"

"No, but."

"See you in a bit Harry." Said Hermione gruffly shoving Harry through the door. 'Great.' He thought to himself. He walked into the next chamber, where a large and truly disgusting troll, three times the size of the one he'd fought before, lay unconscious with a bloody, pussy lump on his head.

"I'm sure glad I didn't have to fight that one." Harry said aloud, passing through to the next chamber. As soon as he had passed into it, fire sprang up at either end, but not just any old ordinary fire, purple fire blocking him from his friends and black restraining him from retrieving the stone. "This must be Snape's part." He muttered reading the bit of paper that lay next to the seven bottles. 

Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind,

Two of us will help you, whichever you would find,

One among us seven will let you move ahead,

Another will transport the drinker back instead,

Two among our number hold only nettle wine,

Three of us are killers, waiting hidden in line,

Choose, unless you wish to stay here ever more,

To help you in your choice, we give you these clues four:

First, however slyly the poison tries to hide,

You will always find some on nettle wine's left side;

Second, different are the one's at either end,

But if you would move onwards, neither is your friend;

Third, as you see clearly, all are different size,

Neither dwarf nor giant holds death in their insides;

Fourth, the second left and second on the right

Are twins once you taste them, though different at first sight.

"I wish Alisha was here, or Hermione, or anyone!" Muttered Harry, but there was no time to mope, Snape could be getting closer to the stone with every wasted minute, so Harry took a wild guess, taking a swig from the smallest bottle and dashing at the black fire. He could see the flames but not feel them, and at first he could see nothing but the flames, but finally he was through to the next chamber. Harry's mouth dropped to floor asa he saw who was waiting for him. No, not Snape; no, not Voldemort. Quirrell. Professor Quirinus Quirrell.


The Professor snapped his fingers, ropes appeared out of thin air and wrapped themselves round Harry. Quirrell started to explain all about his evil plans and about Snape, but Harry wasn't listening. He could've sworn he'd just seen something move in the chamber, something with red hair. Harry's attention then turned back to Quirrell, he then saw what he was standing in front of, the Mirror of Erised. 

"How does it work master, should I break the mirror to get to the stone?" Quirrell was repeatedly muttering to himself.

"Use - the - boy." Came a wheezy, croaky voice.

"Potter, here, now!" The ropes entangling Harry fell apart and he slowly stepped forward to wards the mirror. He stared into it. He could see himself there. And then, the him in the mirror pulled something out of his pocket. It was the stone! He winked and dropped the stone in his pocket. Harry gasped, there was now something heavy in his pocket. He peered slyly into it. Yes, there was the stone, Harry had the stone! "Well boy, what is it? What do you see?"

"Lie, lie, lie, lie!" Came a hiss from somewhere, somewhere nearby.

"I saw, Dumbledore, giving me, the House Cup! Yes, Gryffindor won, and Dumbledore gave me the house cup, yes, that's what I saw."

"He lies, let me face him!" Came that broken voice again.

"Master, you are too weak."

"LET ME FACE HIM I SAID!" It sounded stronger now. Harry saw something run across the room, to be closer to him, a particular something, but Harry couldn't quite place his finger on what it was. Quirrell smirked and started to unwrap his turban. A good five minutes later, Harry stood facing Voldemort himself. 

"See what I've become? A shadow, a shadow feeding off a weak and feeble man! Your parents, they died begging for mercy, do you want to die the same way, or w-"

"LIAR!" Screeched Harry. Voldemort sneered.

"Clever boy, your parents were very brave indeed, your mother died to save you, so give me the stone, unless you want her to have died in vain." In a split second Harry realised what the creature was. He started running and cried,


"Seize him!" Suddenly Harry fell to the floor and Quirrell was almost on him. Then he heard a whispered cry of,

"Potato." and Quirrell fell to the floor revealing Alihsa standing behind him. She grinned, "You called?"

"Alisha! I-I, where's Quirrell?"

"Oh, I'm not sure, but I think he's a potato!"

"A potato!"

"Yes! I invented this spell called potato and I think it turns people into potatoes!" 

"Ok then,"

"Harry watch out!" Voldemort was rising out of Quirrell's new body and came for Harry. He was knocked to the ground, for a second he saw Alisha rush to his side, but then everything went black.

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