A few weeks went by, Snape kept his word by not speaking to anyone else but Dumbledore about Myla's duplication. Neville had refused to speak to her ever since he kissed her, Halle and Seika both were passing around flyers about cheer tryouts for next year. Myla worked on her ghost potion; while exams had started and they felt like a breeze for Myla either written or practical. 

Flitwick had them make a pineapple tap dance across a desk

Professor McGonagall had them turn a mouse into a snuffbox

Snape had them make a forgetfulness potion.

Myla was now walking with the golden trio; the girls were in delightful moods while the boys were not so much.

"I'd always heard that Hogwarts end-of-year exams were frightful." Hermione began. "But I found them rather enjoyable. "

"Speak for yourself," Ron advised.

Myla noticed that Harry grabbing his scar. "What's up with you, Potter?"

"My scar, it keeps burning," Harry answered. 

"It's happened before," Hermione recalled. 

"Not like this," Harry said. 

"Perhaps you should see the nurse?" Ron advised.

"I think it's a warning," Harry admitted. "I think it means danger's coming."

"Let's get tea with Hagrid and if it gets worse we'll see Madam Pomfrey," Myla suggested.

"Yeah, let's see Hagrid," Harry agreed. Minutes later, they saw Hagrid outside his hut; playing his flute.  "Of course."

"What is it?" Hermione asked. 

Harry started to walk faster; the other three moved to keep pace. "Don't you think it's a bit odd that what Hagrid wants more than anything than a dragon and then a stranger turns up who just happens to have one? I mean, how many people wander around with dragon eggs in their pocket?"

"More than you think," Myla answered.

"She's right," Ron nodded. "She's taken some off strangers...caused a fight between mum and our brother Charlie."

"Why didn't I see this before?" Harry asked himself. They ran up to Hagrid. "Hagrid, who gave you the dragon egg? What did he look like?"

"I don't know," Hagrid answered. "I never saw his face. He kept his hood up."

"This stranger, though, you and him must've talked," Harry said. 

"Well, he wanted to know what sort of creatures I looked after," Hagrid recalled. "I told I'm, after Fluffy. A dragon's gonna be no problem."

"Did he seem interested in Fluffy?" Myla asked. "He is a three-headed dog after all."

"Of course," Hagrid smiled. "How often do you come across a 3-headed dog, even if you're in the trade. But I told him, I said---I said the trick with any beast is to know how to calm him. Tale Fluffy for example, just play him a bit of music, and he falls straight asleep." The students looked at each other. "I shouldn't have told you that." They started to run back toward the school. "Where are you going? Wait!" A lot of things ran through Myla's mind as they rushed into McGonagall's office. 

"We have to see Professor Dumbledore, immediately!" Harry pleaded.

"I'm afraid Professor Dumbledore is not here," McGonagall broke the news to them. "He received an urgent owl from the Ministry of Magic and he left immediately for London."

"He's gone?" Myla asked.

"But this is important!" Harry exclaimed. "This is about the Sorcerer's Stone."

"How do you--" McGonagall began.

"Someone's going to try and steal," Harry blurted out. "And it's not Myla."

"Thanks for clarifying," said Myla, staring at him. 

"I don't know how you four found out about the stone, but I assume you, it is perfectly well-protected," McGonagall assured. "Now would you go back to your dormitories? Quietly." They did as they were told. 

"That was no stranger Hagrid met in the village," Harry began. "It was Snape, which means he knows how to get past Fluffy."

"And with Dumbledore gone--" Hermione began. 

"Good afternoon," Snape greeted; breaking their conversation. They looked back at him. "Now what would four young Gryffindors such s yourselves be doing inside on a day like this?" Hermione began to answer in a stutter.

"They were accompanying me to the Gryffindor common room to grab my harmonica," Myla answered. "Percy gave it to me for Christmas, and I wanted to show them what I've achieved so far."

Snape looked at her. "You want to be careful. People will think you're..." Snape looked at Harry. "Up to something." He then walked away. 

"Good cover, " Ron complimented his sister. "Glad one of us knows how to tell lies without trouble."

"Now what do we do?" Hermione asked. 

"We got to the trap door," Harry answered. "Tonight."

"Go without me," Myla informed. "I have detention and won't be back till late." The other three nodded.

***

It was just as Ron said, Myla knew how to tell lies without trouble. As much as she wanted to help protect the stone; she too wanted possession of it. Turn a few things gold and the Weasley wouldn't have to worry about money for a long time. Myla wouldn't have to be sitting at the table helping with bills as much with her parents. Myla sent her clone to bed early; drew the curtains to not draw suspicion. She waited in the bathroom on the third-floor corridor until it was completely silent; with a quick transformation, she flew up to the door; opened the door using alhomora. Fluffy started to stare down at her; growling. Myla pulled out her harmonica and started to play a tune.

'Funny Percy's want for me to pick up a new hobby is serving my current hobby,' Myla thought to herself as Myla put Fluffy lowered all three head's going to sleep. Myla continued to play; she opened the trapped door and quickly slipped inside. Upon landing; Myla felt herself fall into a bunch of plants. Twisted snakelike tendrils wrapped around her body.

'Devil Snares.' Myla remained calm as she sank through the plants dropping to the floor below. 'So far...Fluffy is from Hagrid...Devil Snare...Professor Sprout...let's see what enchantment is placed next.' Myla followed the sound of soft rustling and clinking; she slowly walked down a chamber that had a light on the other side. 'This is the item the thief from Gringotts was after... must've got moved before they could get a chance to steal it."

In the chamber, its ceiling arched high above them, full of small jewel-bright birds, fluttering and tumbling. Myla rushed over to the wooden door on the opposite side. 'This must be Professor Hooch's enchantment...keys." Myla looked at the keyhole; then back at the bird keys multiple times. 'If I were Madam Hooch then to complete this..." Myla looked around till she spotted a couple of brooms. 'Perfect.' Though the moment she touched the broom; the keys started to fly all around her; attacking and blocking her vision.

"Oh, I got this far without using it!" Myla exclaimed pulling out her wand. "Immobulus!" All of them froze; Myla flew up quickly inspecting keys before grabbing a large silver key with bright blue wings. Myla was thankful for the day's Charlie taught her how to fly; it really helped in moments like these. She gently landed; leaving the broom in the middle of the room. She unlocked the door and then flew the key back into the air. "Reverte!" The keys went back to normal; not even in attack mode. Once Myla closed the door; she heard it lock.  Upon stepping into the next chamber, the light flooding the room let Myla see that she had entered a giant chessboard. Myla hated to admit it, but Ron was better at chess than her; whenever they played more than once. It was 5 out of 3, Ron with the higher win. 

"I wouldn't be a proper thief if I didn't have any tricks," Myla said as she started to walk across the board; the pieces in front of her got into a fighting position. Myla reached into her pocket, pulling out a vial...ghost potion. With a swig; Myla walked through the chess pieces to the other side. "That definitely saved me loads of time." Myla walked through the door and then looked back. 'Now, which professor or staff member put the chessboard?' Myla looked forward; in front of her stood a larger troll than from the Halloween feast; looked meaner too. At that moment; Myla felt her duplicate become one with her.

"Just in time." Myla duplicated again. "Distract the troll; don't get hit."

"Finally, something exciting again!" Myla's duplicate cheered. As the duplicate distracted the troll swinging its club; Myla went to another side. Once safely on the other side; her duplicate returned to her. 

In front of her, sat a table filled with differently shaped bottles. 'Snape." Myla walked in further; two fires sprang to life; purple flames behind her and black flames in front of her. On the table was a scroll filled with text.

Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind,

Two of us will help you, whichever you 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 forevermore,

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

First, however slyly the poison tries to hide

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

Second, different are those who stand at either end,

But if you move onward, 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 the second on the right

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

Myla read the paper a couple of more times through people picking up the smallest bottle. Myla opened the bottle; then with a dropped sucked in what could be three drops then closed the bottle again. She walked over to the fire, squeezed the liquid into her mouth, swallowing it. She kept walking through the fire until she was on the other side. 

In this chamber was a mirror, from what she could see it was the one Ron and Hary told her about. The Mirror of Erised showed the deepest, most desperate desire of the hearts. Myla walked up to the mirror; at first, all she saw was her appearance; but then it started to change. She found herself surrounded by the ones she loved; family and friends. All the Hogwarts staff was there, Dumbledore shook her hand. There was a tea shop that she had always desired to have in background; Mum never looked proud of her like that before...and from what she could tell her family was well off. Just what Myla currently wanted, to achieve her dreams of a tea shop and to make sure her family is taken care of.

"How did you beat me here?" Qurriell's voice broke in. Myla looked at the side of the mirror to see that there was someone else in the room.

"A mugshot for theft from when I was younger should spell it out for you," Myla said facing him with her hands behind her back. "I'm guessing you are here for the stone as well."

"I am not to let some foolish little first-year get it," Quirrell said. "You just want it for the gold."

"You lost your stutter," Myla pointed out.

"Each thief has its own technique," Quirrel defended himself.

"You are one lousy thief," Myla commented, making a face. There was a weak laugh that came from the DADA professor, but it wasn't him. "Who is here with you?"

"Lord Voldemort," Qurriell answered. "Before I met him, I was nothing but a foolish man...now all I want is power; with it, I can revive him." Myla pulled out her wand. "

"How does the mirror work?" Qurriell asked as he pulled out his wand. "After I use the stone, I can let you use it for your foolish want for gold."

"I'm not helping you," Myla denied as they raised wands at each other.

"Dumbledore came up with this, as the youngest potion inventor...a clever girl...how do I use the mirror?" Qurriell asked; he shot a spell; Myla blocked it. "Let's dance."

"Gladly," Myla smiled; they started to shoot spells at each other, dodging. At one point their spells collided causing an explosion; in the smoke Myl's duplicate appeared, the smoke cleared and Qurriell snapped his fingers; ropes appeared on Myla; tying her limbs together.

"I'd really hope you'd put up more of a fight," Qurriell said. 

"I still am," Myla's duplicate said holding the wand, a spell shot out hitting Qurriell and flying across the room. "Reverte." The original Myla got free as Qurriell got to his feet.

"T-two of you?" Qurriell asked in surprise. "Impossible."

"Oh," Myla said as she tilted her head.

"It's possible," her duplicate confirmed, they looked at each other with a smile.

"YOU!" they all looked over to see Harry.

"I was just here to stop her!" Qurriel shouted gesturing to Myla.

"Don't trust him, Harry," Myla advised; Harry looked at her, and he was surprised to see two of her. "It's true we are both after the stone..."

"I'm not surprised with you" Harry cut her off. "Rather impressed." This got Myla to smile, Harry then looked at Professor Quirrell. "It can't be. Snape--he was the one--"

"Yes, he does seem the type, doesn't he?" Quirrell asked. "Next to him or this Weasley...who would suspect p-p-poor,st-t-tuttering Professor Quirrell?" 

"But that day, during the Quidditch match, Snape tried to kill me," Harry said as he walked down the steps. 

"No, dear boy," Quirrel denied. "I tried to kill you! And trust me if Snape's cloak hadn't caught fire and broken my eye contact, I would have succeeded. Even with Snape muttering his little counter-curse."

"Snape was trying to save?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"I knew you were a danger to me right from the off, especially after Halloween," Quirrell explained. 

"You the one that let the troll in?" Myla asked as she became one again. 

"Yes," Quirrell smiled. "Not as pathetic as a thief as you think I am." Myla rolled her eyes. "Snape, unfortunately, wasn't fooled. While everyone else was running about the dungeon, he went to the third floor to head me off. He of course never trusted me again." Quirrell turned, going up to the mirror. "He rarely left alone." Harry groaned, grabbing his scar. "But he doesn't understand, I'm never alone. Never." Myla slowly walked up behind him. Now...I won't ask again Ms. Weasley...what does this mirror do? I see what I desire...I see myself holding the stone. But how do I get it?"

"Use the boy," a voice whispered. 

"Come here, Potter!" Quirrell shouted looking back. "NOW!"

"Don't," Myla denied as she raised her wand at Quirrell. "You stay right there."

Harry took a deep breath. "I'm a Gryffindor...I'm brave..." Harry walked up to the mirror not daring to look at Myla...this impressed Myla. 

"What do you see?" Quirrell asked. Myla carefully watched Harry, he stared for a few seconds; touched his pocket then jolted back into alert. "What is it? What do you see?"

"I-I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore," Harry answered. "I've won the house cup."

"He lies," a voice said. 

"Tell the tru--" Quirrel began, stopped when Myla put her wand to his throat. 

"Let me speak to him," the voice demanded. 

Quirrel looked away. "Master, you are not strong enough."

"I have strength enough for this," the voice assured. Harry pulled Myla back as Quirrel undid his turban. In the mirror's reflection, a face was revealed on the back of Quirrell's head.

"Harry Potter," the head said as Myla slowly walked around Quirrell. "We meet again."

"Voldemort?" Harry asked, Myla's eyes widened a little.

"Yes," Voldemort confirmed. "You see what I've become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another. A mere parasite. Unicorn blood can sustain me, but it cannot give me a body of my own, but there is something that can. Something that conveniently enough, lies in your pocket."

"Go," Myla ordered as she kicked Quirrell in the back of the knees, the man fell to his knees as Harry ran.

"Stop him!" Voldemort shouted, Quirrell snapped his fingers fire formed blocking Harry from leaving. "Don't be a fool. Why suffer a horrific death when you can join me and live?"

"Never!" Harry shouted.

"Bravery," Voldemort mocked. "Your parents had it, too. Tell me, Harry, would you like to see your mother and father again? Together we can bring them back. All I ask is for something in return." Harry pulled the stone out of his pocket.

"He's lying to you, Harry," Myla informed. "You can not bring back the dead, you can join them but you can not bring them back."

"Listen to me, Harry," Voldemort ordered as his eyes shifted to Myla. "There is no good or evil...there is only power."  And those too weak to seek it. Together, we'll do extraordinary things. Just give me the stone!"

"Liar!" Harry shouted.

"Kill him!" Voldemort shouted. Before Quirrell could have a chance to fly to Harry, Myla shoved her wand into Voldemort's eye causing him to cry out in pain, blood seeped from his eye socket. Quirrel stepped forward, then shoved Myla back then flew to Harry. The stone flew out of Harry's hand as he got pinned to the staircase. Myla ran over as Harry tried to pull away Quirrell's hand, then the man started to disintegrate. 

"Ah! Ahhh! AHHHHH" Quirrell screamed in pain. 

"What is this magic?" Quirrel demanded as he backed up.

"Fool!" Voldemort hissed. "Get the stone!"

"Protect it, don't steal!" Harry ordered as he ran to stop Quirrell, Myla picked up the stone as Harry put his hands on Quirrell. The man completely disintegrated, falling forward. Harry looked back when Myla put the stone in his hand.

"You didn't use it?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Stopping You-Know-Who is more important than my foolish desires," Myla said. 

Harry stared at her. "You truly are terrifying."

"Thanks," Myla gave a toothy smile. A presence appeared, and before any of them could respond a smokey form of Voldemort flew through Harry knocking him unconscious, then flew away. Myla caught him before Harry could hit the ground. She hosted him on her back and started to walk out, making sure the stone was secured. When she got to the top of the chamber, Dumbledore was standing at the door way. "Professor Dumbledore."

"Let's get Harry to the hospital wing, then can to my office so we can have a firm talk," Dumbledore instructed. 

"Yes, sir," Myla nodded.