After getting Harry to the hospital wing; Myla checked on Ron and then got treated herself before going to Dumbledore's office. Being in front of him alone was absolutely terrifying. She carefully explained everything she knew from being in the Chamber with the Mirror of Erised. 

"Do you know why I wish to speak to you, Ms. Weasley?" Dumbledore asked.

"Expulsion?" Myla asked.

"Not today," Dumbledore smiled for a second. "But you must understand the seriousness behind your actions; and the consequences that can follow it."

"Yes, sir," Myla nodded.

"Did you learn anything from this?" Dumbledore asked.

"That You-Know-Who is still out there," Myla answered. "A lot of people think he's dead...but he's trying to come back."

Dumbledore didn't seem so pleased with her answer. "I admit I was expecting a more childish answer of how foolish it was to go after the Sorcerer's Stone." Myla looked down at her lap; she admits she wished she turned something to gold before she gave it to Dumbledore. "How did you feel when you saw Voldemort?"

"Scared," Myla admitted. "A different sense of fear than when doing a potion in class with Professor Snape sensing your every move; even with his back turned."

Dumbledore laughed lightly. "Yes, that can be scary for a student." Dumbledore then got to his feet. "You had succeeded in getting the stone for your intent of use for it; so why did you give it back to Harry."

"Harry mattered more," Myla answered. "Losing a stone is nothing compared to the pain of losing a friend or someone close to you." Dumbledore walked over to two books on a table. "Sir, why does Harry's scar burn whenever he encountered You-Know-Who?"

"That is rather curious," Dumbledore agreed as he waved his wands, and the books started to float into the air. "You've been rather busy this year Ms. Weasley, with four inventions total. Three potions and one spell." The books then fell into Myla's lap.

Protection Charm Your Mind: A Practical Guide to Counter Legilimensy by Franciscu Fieldwake

The other book was called: Into the Mind

"I have instructed Professor Snape to train you in the art of Legimilimency and Occulmency over the summer," Dumbledore informed as he went behind his desk. "You will be working at Flourish and Blotts four days a week, the apothecary shop three days a week, and private lessons with Snape two days a week."

"I just broke a dozen school rules," Myla reminded him.

"And as you said, Voldemort is trying to come back," Dumbledore said. "We need to be ready for when he does." Myla looked at him rather strangely.  "Don't make me regret this."

"Yes, sir," Myla nodded as she got to her feet. "Is Harry going to be alright?"

"He shall awake in three days," Dumbledore answered. 

Myla turned to go then looked back. "Sir, which professor had placed the chessboard?"

"I did," Professor McGonagall answered; they both looked at her. "And it was your brother who beat it."

"Alright, Ron," Myla smiled, it quickly dropped. "Detention?"

"Till the feast," Professor McGonagall answered. "These classrooms aren't going to shine themselves."

For the next couple of days, Myla spent it telling everyone her side of the story; along with hearing the stories that floated around the school. Also, spent many hours cleaning up classrooms before they all left for the summer holiday. Myla and Ron stayed up for hours telling each other every single detail from getting to the trap door. She was beyond proud of Ron and his brilliance in beating the chess game. According to Seika and Halle, Phong was made cheer captain for the next year, and Benedict his co-captain. Myla was finally allowed to go see Harry after he had woken up.

"Hey, Harry," Myla greeted sitting on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," Harry answered. "Dumbledore said the stone has been destroyed." Myla made a face. "You really wished you used it before it did, huh?"

"You are more important," Myla said; this made Harry smile; and he frowned again. "Nicholas Flamel and his wife are going to die."

"Well, yeah," Myla answered. "Everyone dies eventually; we are born, we live, we die, and repeat. If the Flamels are accepting that death is bound to happen, then we should too; nothing to be scared of."

"You aren't scared of death?" Harry asked in surprise. "I thought everyone feared it."

"People fear the process of dying; how they will die, death itself is a different concept," Myla answered. "People tend to put the two in the same category. Though there are those who fear what will happen in death."

"Did you go to the last Quidditch match, heard we lost terribly to Ravenclaw?" Harry asked. 

"Yeah, I heard that too," Myla answered. "With all this free time, I have detention like every four hours just cleaning classrooms." 

"You do live up to your name of being a notorious thief, consequences and all," Harry laughed. "Are you going to be busy over the summer?"

"Ron won't," Myla assured. "Ron most definitely will not be busy. I on the other am going to be practically living in Diagon Alley all summer." 

"So, Voldemort truly is out there," Harry brought up. "We both saw him with our own eyes."

"Power truly can corrupt people," Myla gathered. "Professor Quirrell was a the muggles studies professor before he took up the Defense Against Dark Arts post, and as well know You-Know-Who has a great hate toward Muggleborns and Muggles."

"Do you think Voldemort will make a return?" Harry asked. 

"In time, yes," Myla answered. "Professor Dumbledore said we have to be ready for when he does, even if that means we just go about being students...why do you say his name?'

"Professor Dumbledore said to always use the proper name. Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself," Harry explained.

"I'll use the day I'm as brave as you," Myla said. "Until now, for me it's You-Know-Who."

"According to Professor Dumbledore, the reason Quirrell could not touch me is due to my mother sacrificing herself for me," Harry said. "Love."

"Love is an ancient magic, just like time, something that affects everyone and anything," Myla said.

"Did you give the stone to me because you love me?" Harry asked slowly.

"Of course," Myla smiled. "You are my friend, Harry. Love has many different forms, love between friends is one of them."

****

Feast day came; all the Gryffindors were in a gloomy mood; the Slytherins were rubbing it in everyone's faces on how they were going to win the house cup for sure.

Dumbledore got to his feet once the students quieted down. "Another year gone. And now, as I understand it, the house cup needs awarding, and the points stand thus--in fourth place, Gryffindor with 300 points. Third, place, Hufflepuff with 352 points. In second place, Ravenclaw...with 426 points. And in first place, with 472 points...Slytherin House!" The Slytherin house burst into cheers, while everyone mildly clapped. "Yes, yes, well done, Slytherin. Well, done Slytherin. However, recent events must be taken into account, and I have a few last-minute points to award. To Miss Hermione Granger, for the cool use of intellect when others were in grave peril, 50 points." Everyone cheered. 

"Second, to Mr. Ronald Weasley, for the best-played game of chess that Hogwarts have seen these many years, 50 points." More cheering happened. 

Percy was shouting loud. "My brother, you know! My youngest brother! Got past McGonagall's giant chess set!

"And third, to Mr. Harry Potter, for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house points." Gryffindors cheered even louder. 

"And fourth, to Ms. Myla Weasley, for the courage to choose to do the right thing at the last minute,  12 points." Everyone cheered as Myla went into shock, causing the others to laugh.

"OUR SISTER THE MOST NOTORIOUS THIEF IN THE WORLD!" George and Fred shouted over the cheering. 

"Maybe thievery can be a good thing," Myla said.

"I think good and bad is a blurred section for you," Seika stated. 

"We're tied with Slytherin!" Hermione squeaked. 

"And finally, it takes a great day of bravery, to stand up to your enemies, but a great deal more to stand up to your friends, I award ten points to Neville Longbottom!" Neville was in even more shock than Myla as people cheered. People piled him with hugs. "Assuming that my calculations are correct, I believe that a change of decoration is in order." With a clap, the Slytherin banners changed to Gryffindor ones. "Gryffindor House wins the cup." Everyone besides the Slytherin house stood up cheering. 

****

End-of-the-year results came in, Hermione had the best grades of all the first years, then Myla, and then Draco...which means Lucius Malfoy owed her 50 galleons. Their wardrobes had become empty, and Myla had found Neville's toad in the corner of the girl's bathroom. To her luck, he was passing when she stepped out.

"Neville," Myla called out.

"Mimi!" Neville jumped looking at her, his eyes quickly darted to the floor.

"You've been avoiding me since that detention," Myla said as she walked up to him. "How come?" Neville didn't bother to look at her. "Is it because of the kiss?"

Neville looked at her with wide eyes, his face began to glow red. "I didn't think I'd come back from the forest."

"It's alright," Myla said. "We are friends."

"Friends," Neville repeated. " So, you aren't mad?"

"I'm mad that you refused to talk to me for the rest of the year," Myla corrected. Neville gave a sorry smile. "Next time, you do something like this, I'll replace your tongue with your tie."

"I know better than doubt you," Neville said. "So this doesn't change our friendship."

"Not at all," Myla denied, she then leaned closer. "I for one am glad you chose me as your first kiss over Hermione." Neville's face became dark red. 

They were all given notes on not to use magic over the holidays, Myla had an exception; only when she was with Professor Snape; and only the spells for Occulmency and Legilimency. Now everyone was at the train station; boarding for the way back to King's Cross station. Hagrid was getting at people to get on the train before it left them behind. Myla boarded the train with Ron, Hermione looked back at Hary who was stalling.

"Come on, Harry," Hermione urged. 

"One minute," Harry said, he went over to Hagrid.

"Thought you were leaving without saying goodbye did you?" Hagrid asked. He then gave something to Harry. "This is for you?"

Harry stared, then slowly looked up. "Thanks, Hagrid." They shook hands, before engulfing each other in a hug.

"Go on, on with you," Hagrid instructed. "Oh, and listen Harry, if the dolt of a cousin of yours, Dudley, gives you any grief, you could always um, threaten him with a nice pair of ears to go with that tail of his."

"But, Hagrid, we're not allowed to use magic away from Hogwarts," Harry said. "You know that."

"I do," Hagrid confirmed. "But your cousin don't do he?" Harry then went back to the others.

"Feels strange going home, doesn't it?" Hermione asked. 

"I'm not going home," Harry denied. "Not really." Myla went and found the compartment with Seika and Halle. They laughed for the first half till Marco Flint opened the door.

"Can I...Can I talk to you three?" Marco asked nervously.

"About?" Halle asked as she put her arm in front of Seika.

"Cheer," Marco answered as he slipped inside, closing the door. "I don't have many friends...and hoped cheer could change that."

"Aren't you friends with Malfoy and those two trolls?" Myla asked.

"Not really, we are just housemates," Marco answered. "But, if you don't--"

"You can stay," Seika cut him off, the other two looked at her in surprise. "We shouldn't turn him away if he's truly looking for that feeling of belonging." They looked at Marco, from what Myla could tell his intentions were pure.

"Alright," Myla and Halle said at the same time.

"We can include you in our group for now," Myla answered. "And if things go well, then forever."

"Really?" Marco asked with a genuine smile. "You will include me."

"With cheerleading, you are in better luck with coming to me," Halle informed. "Seika isn't allowed to have boys over and Myla's busy with the consequences of her actions." This made Marco laugh. Soon they had switched into normals clothes as they finally reached King's Cross. Ginny immediately hugged Myla when they went across the barrier.

"Oh, how I missed you!" Ginny squeaked. "You must tell me anything."

Mom grabbed Myla's ear. "You are in so much trouble." George and Fred started to snicker. "All three of you will be de-gnoming the garden for the first three weeks you are off." They all groaned. She then turned to Harry. "Busy year?"

"Very," Harry smiled. "Thanks for the fudge and the sweater, Mrs. Weasley."

"Oh, it's nothing, dear," Mom smiled.

"Ready are you?" 

Myla looked, based on the description Harry gave. It was Uncle Vernon, there was Aunt Petunia and his cousin Dudley who looked terrified. 

"You must be Harry's family," Mom greeted with a fake smile.

"In a manner of speaking," said Vernon. "Hurry up, boy, we haven't gotten all day."

"See you over the summer, then," Harry said to Ron, Myla, and Hermione. 

"Hope you have--er--a good holiday," Hermione wished as she looked at Uncle Vernon.

"Oh I will," Harry said as he surprised everyone with a grin.