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Year 2 - Identity
Year 2 - Identity
Year 2 - Identity
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He kneaded his eyes and peered out into
the main part of his flat. His flat was tiny
– there was only a kitchen, a bedroom and
a bathroom, and none of it was in awfully
good condition. There were, however, lay-
ers and layers of warding over everything.
If someone even breathed in the hallway,
Quirinus would know about it. And since
there were no alarms going, there was no
one else inside. Just me, he told himself
again.
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him to the Ministry, so that he’d ended up
in Azkaban. He’d done enough bad things
that he’d have been driven mad quickly,
and would have been too mad to be scared.
But Quirinus wasn’t in Azkaban, he was
in a dingy flat in South London with noth-
ing to do and far too much time to himself.
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A Ravenclaw that had done horrible things
though, and was not sent to Azkaban,
would be forced to think about things, and
that, Quirinus thought, was a worse pun-
ishment.
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Quirinus, to a Ravenclaw… Quirinus had
never failed at anything before, not a test
or assignment, not a job application…
And to fail at something he’d invested so
much in… Quirinus rubbed his temples
and sank back into his pillows.
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can see you in your bedroom, you know!”
Quirinus’ stomach dropped. “So I know
you’re there, and I’m not in the mood to go
blasting down any doors today, but I will
if I-”
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a little embarrassed at the stutter that
slipped out. He thought he’d grown out of
that years ago, when Professor Flitwick
had put an end to the bullying.
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“No,” Black said, looking confused. “Mak-
ing sure you haven’t hurt anyone else.”
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come out of the past year – but he had no
such talent in Legillimency. He wished he
did, though; he would have been very in-
terested to see what Black was thinking.
“We kept you out of Azkaban, and out of
Voldemort’s-” Quirinus twitched. “-hands,
and the more I think about it, the less I
think you deserve it.” Black’s voice wasn’t
angry, or cruel, just troubled. “I’m going to
make sure you aren’t responsible for hurt-
ing anyone else.”
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the one who gave Croaker to Voldemort-”
Quirinus couldn’t help the twitch that ac-
companied the name. “- and also the one
who killed Krognug the goblin and broke
into Gringotts – so if you go to either of
those places, don’t expect a- well, don’t ex-
pect a warm welcome.”
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again, not in the same way as before, but
he’d have no problems getting information
out of you if he ever found you again, and
you’re too smart to stay stuck in a low-lev-
el Ministry job.
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“Nothing suspicious,” Moody replied, limp-
ing back into the room. His magical eye
roamed over Quirinus, while the other eye
stayed perfectly still. Quirinus shivered.
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think.” For the first time since arriving,
Black smiled, or rather, smirked. “Until
next time!”
§
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captured by a ragged wizard huddled be-
side a rubbish bin.
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at home in the dim, cramped space of his
shop; he was a squat man, with one eye, a
hunched back, and rather lopsided smile.
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knowingly. “Aren’t ye, Mr Malfoy?”
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in any of those.”
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into one of his pockets.
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much he could do about Draco’s choice of
company at school, but he could certainly
help it in his own home. And, he rather
hoped Draco would find he didn’t miss his
Housemates, and that he would find him-
self enjoying the pureblooded children’s
company, the way Hydrus did.
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Other than at meals, or on special occa-
sions, Lucius had hardly seen Draco all
holidays. Lucius had made no more ef-
fort to have contact with Draco, than Dra-
co had made to have contact with him. It
wasn’t that Lucius didn’t care for his son
– though he had been furious when he
learned about Draco’s misadventure down
the trapdoor with Potter – it was simply
that Lucius didn’t know what to do with
him, the way he did with Hydrus.
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with his Gryffindor son. Lucius sighed
again, and called Hydrus over to him.
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training over the summer. He ought to get
in with no trouble at all.
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thy of such loyalty.” Again, Draco stayed
silent. “They must be remarkable people
to have earned such a response from you.”
Draco waited. “What does not please me,”
Mother said, her voice still light, “is the
way in which you chose to display that
loyalty.”
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Granger. And, he was rather fond of him-
self, and if the Dark Lord had managed
to get the Stone, Draco would have been
killed, along with his friends.
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expression, and Draco thought it might
have affected him more, had he not grown
used to it on his brother’s face. Still, this
was Mother.
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brow.
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Far better that I say nothing, and go along
with them, than contest her imprisonment
and be prohibited from seeing her.” Moth-
er eyed Draco for a moment. “Do you un-
derstand me?”
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But now, Draco had friends, and he want-
ed to go along with them, regardless of
what his family thought. He still cared
for his family, but they could be rather
narrow-minded about certain things, and
stubborn about others. His Sorting, for ex-
ample. Draco would have huffed, but Moth-
er was still there, watching him closely.
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“Very good,” Mother said. “So, no more
reckless adventures?”
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said quietly. She hesitated and then said,
“Are you writing to your friends?”
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on friendly terms with her, because they
were at the Ministry coffee shop so often –
glanced between them and slipped away.
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my friends are here, you’re here... And-
well, it’s so abrupt! I have a week to give
them an answer, and if I take it, it’s only
another week until I’d have to start! But
Scrimgeour and Mad-Eye and Charlus
Potter are the legends in our Ministry,
but they’re only that way because of El-
liot Pinard! And after they did this thing,
Potter and Scrimgeour both went on to be
Head Auror!” Dora had a dreamy look on
her face. “I mean, Pinard was an Auror
during Grindelwald’s time… the things he
must have learned- and Anastasiya Orlov,
and Ken Sato are huge names. I grew up
reading their biographies- well, not Sa-
to’s, but he’s only five years older than I
am, so-”
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Dore murmured a thank you to the wait-
ress, who was back with a cup of tea, and
looked up. There was a very small, very
nervous smile on her face.
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years, now. I’m a school teacher, and only
because Dumbledore doesn’t listen to the
Ministry.
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Chapter 2:
A bad idea
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Dumbledore had requested that he stay
there for the summer as well, in the inter-
est of keeping him intact until the school
year began. Remus hadn’t understood
that, but Dumbledore had said something
about a curse, and then hadn’t elaborated,
because he feared a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Remus had decided to trust that Dumble-
dore had good reasons for requesting such
things and had gone along with it.
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it, and hung his cloak up on the hooks in
the hallway. He could smell lunch cooking
downstairs, and he could hear thumping
upstairs. While it sounded like it was a
rampaging hippogriff, Remus knew it was
more likely to be Sirius and Harry.
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“What did he do?” Remus called after them.
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practice,” Harry said, before Sirius could
finish. “And I’m a bit bigger now-” That
at least, was true; Harry had grown a few
inches since school finished, though he
was still small compared to Padfoot and
Moony.
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ing a problem,” Sirius said.
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ly concerned, however, just a bit confused;
his attention was on Remus. “Everything
all right?”
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thought it was a waste of time and mon-
ey. “Said she might stop by later, though.”
Sirius cocked his head. “Are we expecting
Dora?”
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– to keep him company while Padfoot and
Moony were gone.
“Finally!”
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“Keep your hair on, Moony,” Padfoot called
out the door.
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“Who?” Harry asked. “Kreacher or Moo-
ny?”
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as well as a letter and a present for Har-
ry. Draco had given him the biography of
Fulbert the Fearful – a wizard famous for
being too afraid to ever leave his house –
in the hopes that Harry might “at the very
least learn that caution is a real thing”, as
well as a box of chocolate frogs.
“Potter,
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day with Severus earlier this week, which
was nice.
Draco.
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“I know he’s his godfather and every-
thing,” Ron said, “but imagine spending
the day with Snape.” Harry, who’d stayed
in Snape’s office one night several years
ago – after Snape decided Padfoot was
an unfit guardian and kidnapped Harry
– could easily imagine such a thing, and
shivered. “What do you think?”
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“The wards won’t recognise a house elf
coming in,” Harry said, shaking his head,
“but they’d recognise you, and I don’t think
Mr Malfoy would-”
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Harry said, sighing, “so that won’t work,
and I don’t know how to make Portkeys.”
Ron shook his head, to say that he didn’t
either. “I could get Padfoot to organise a
raid tomorrow,” Harry said thoughtfully,
“and see if he could take us along.”
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steps.
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the door.
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“Kreacher apologises,” Sirius heard
Kreacher say.
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odd scene before him.
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“How did you know?” Draco demanded. “I
didn’t even know until this morning-”
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one with the clunky foot he’d been given
at St Mungo’s. Whatever he was using
now let him wear a shoe, though he still
walked awkwardly.
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they’d planned to do before Draco had
shown up, he still hadn’t decided.
“-condition?”
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“But I don’t want to alienate him entirely,”
Black continued. “That seems… cruel.”
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“Who are they talking about?” Weasley
asked.
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was doing, giving him time to think, but
if he’s there too long, he’ll either become
desensitised, or the guilt will drive him
mad.”
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things.”
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pression blank.
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then stomping footsteps. Her face bright-
ened when she saw him standing there,
though, and Remus felt a smile tug at his
mouth.
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could have a bit of a wander around, get to
know the area and all- Are you okay?” she
asked.
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visiting, and what not-”
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anything but supportive? If this is some-
thing you’d like to do, then I won’t hold
you back. It was always going to be like
this.”
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twitched, and she looked up at him, frown-
ing.
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guing the point, but it was so unlike her
not to. “Are you expecting me to ask you to
change your mind?” she asked.
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“If you did,” she said, “then you’d either
have begged me to turn the position down,
or you’d be telling me that we can make
this work. Instead you told me goodbye. I
want this- I want- us. But if you’re not pre-
pared treat it like it matters, and to fight
to keep it, then why the hell should I?”
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Chapter 3:
A chance meeting
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For the first time in a while, it was only
Remus, Sirius and Harry that sat down to
lunch; usually, one of them was absent, or
Matt, or Dora or Marlene were with them,
or one of Harry’s friends. And, for the first
time in a while, conversation didn’t flow
as freely as it usually did.
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“Monday,” Remus said.
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git – didn’t say anything to help Remus,
just looked at him, as if he too was inter-
ested in hearing the answer.
“But Tonks-”
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“So you don’t love her anymore?” Harry
asked, and Remus saw his nostrils flare;
he was reading Remus’ scent.
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Instead, all Sirius said was, “All of this is
between you and Dora, and I can’t force
you to talk about it, or listen to me. But
for the record, I think that Harry’s got the
measure of things a lot better than you do
at the moment.”
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but I’m managing.” Sirius couldn’t tell if
that was true or not; Dora was a metamor-
phmagus, and so perfectly capable of mak-
ing him see only what she wanted him to,
while he was looking at her. She even had
some control over her scent. “How- How is
he?”
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a moment, her scent wavered. Then, it was
calm again, and she glanced at him, then
at the book in her hand, which she lobbed
into the box on Prewett’s desk.
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as Dobby returned the book to its rightful
place.
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Dobby! Poor Master! Poor Harry Potter!”
“What?”
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warts,” Dobby whispered. “And Master
Draco must be careful!”
“Dobby-”
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“For the moment, yes,” Padfoot sighed.
“Hopefully, though, Moony can pull his
head out of his- Arthur!” Padfoot lifted a
hand in greeting, and Mr Weasley, who’d
just tumbled out of the Floo in front of
them, beamed and made his way over.
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chuckled at them, but didn’t turn away
from his conversation with Arthur.
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returned Percy’s hello in a grave voice,
and then winked at them when Percy had
turned away.
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Hermione was excited to see them all, but
as soon as Mr Weasley had claimed her
parents’ attention, she asked Harry and
Ron about Draco, and how he was going.
So, while they shopped, Harry and Ron
told her the story about their almost-ad-
venture to fetch him, before he’d shown
up, and Hermione’s reaction was exactly
as Harry would have predicted it to be.
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and George.
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flash of lilac fabric, a glint of white teeth,
and got a scent of a rather overpowering,
vaguely floral cologne, before he was being
pulled toward the shop. He reached for his
wand, panicking, but before he could do
even that, Padfoot was there, prising the
other man off him.
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lour. “Even if you were the Minister you
wouldn’t have the right to go about seizing
people’s children.”
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Harry followed his gaze to see Fred and
George grinning at each other, while they
tucked their wands away.
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closely. “You look-”
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“He didn’t ask for that,” she snapped.
Hydrus glanced at Ginny, who held her
ground, scowling.
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ing steadily red.
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easier to carry, and Ron tucked one into
the bag with his new robes. “Shall we
go and wait outside?” Mr Weasley asked
them, ignoring the Malfoys.
“Fath-”
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“Yes, actually,” Mr Weasley said. “It’s a
sad day when a boy’s the one reminding
an adult how to behave in public.” Draco
flushed, and Mr Weasley gave him anoth-
er sad, but kind smile.
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which he snapped shut. Mr Malfoy’s eyes
lingered on it. “Is there a problem here?”
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Weasley said kindly. Mrs Malfoy was ap-
proaching now, and Draco glanced at her,
nervous.
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Chapter 4:
Old and new
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were changing the title from N.E.W.T.s
For Newcomers to N.E.W.T.s For Nitwits,
but Percy wasn’t allowed to know that she
knew that, so she was keeping her mouth
shut.
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“Can I have this?” he asked.
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and years ago, but still. He won an award;
I’ve seen his trophy!” His eyes narrowed.
“This was obviously meant to be mine. Fa-
ther must have given it to you by accident.
I wonder what he’s written in it.” And just
like that, Percy’s eyes were bright again.
“But-”
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that it wouldn’t end well. If she didn’t win
outright, then she’d have Fred and George
help her steal it back later.
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ing - at Mum’s insistence - of things to
wash and pack ready for Hogwarts next
week, but only managed to write anoth-
er two things before her gaze flicked to
the diary. Warily - for no good reason -
she picked it up. It was warm, which she
hadn’t noticed before, but she shook her
head and put that down to Percy holding
it before. A flick through its pages told her
it was empty, which she thought was odd;
surely Riddle ought to have left a tally of
house points, or a list of homework to do,
or his girlfriend’s name, or something.
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a stupid, girly way to start, and Fred and
George would tease her if they ever found
out.
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Then, as if written by an invisible hand,
more words appeared: Who are you?
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The Prefect?
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that. Not everyone was like Mr Malfoy
and sneered at the name Weasley. I don’t
think I’ve ever met a female Weasley be-
fore.
1992.
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a day or two?
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rocks and splattered their faces and robes.
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his patronus Padfoot, and led the way up
the rocky path. He heard Brown and Dale
muttering behind him, and could smell
their doubt; he thought they were expect-
ing him to start sobbing, or run back to the
boat at any moment. With a wry smile, Sir-
ius brushed his fingers against the back of
Marlene’s hand, and kept walking.
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are outside the guardroom, waiting. Pair
off once you’re there, and split off into the
blocks of the prison, and one pair in the
main building to oversee visitors. You re-
member your way around from training?”
Marlene, Dale and Brown all nodded.
“John, you’ve been here enough times to
know your way around, and-” Blackburn
seemed to notice Sirius for the first time.
“-Black.”
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en’t causing any trouble. If they are, settle
it youselves, or call for Dementors.” Out of
the corner of his eye, Sirius saw Marlene
glance at him, but he ignored her. “We’ve
got Proudfoot and Ackerly on meals and
medications, so expect to see one or both
of them between five and eight. Next shift
starts at eleven, and then we’re free to
go home.” Blackburn looked delighted by
that prospect.
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“Sirius, look,” Marlene said, catching his
sleeve. Sirius did look. The cell was emp-
ty, which wasn’t unusual - he’d noticed
only one in about three cells were occu-
pied - but what made it stand out was its
colour; every brick, every bar, every bolt,
and even the toilet within the cell were
gleaming silver in the dim light.
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er Sirius or Remus tried to talk about it.
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“I’ve- I can think of things I’d rather be do-
ing,” she said, after a pause, and then of-
fered him a weak smile. “But really, Sirius,
it can’t be easy for-” Sirius only just heard
her, and when she realised he wasn’t pay-
ing attention, she cut off. Then, her hand
was - very lightly - on his arm, and she
was looking past him into the cell they’d
arrived at.
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etched tally marks. He heard Marlene
swallow beside him.
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his grey, prison shirt, and his eyes - still
that same, watery blue - sat above sunken
cheeks. His fingers were more claw-like
than ever, with his spindly fingers, and
long, ragged nails. His hair was greasy
and hung around his shoulders in colour-
less lumps. Sirius was sure his prison at-
tire had fit when he arrived, but now, his
clothes seemed to have swallowed him.
There was nothing left of Peter that re-
sembled the chubby, loyal boy he’d been
in fifth year.
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in his and she was tugging gently, but Sir-
ius shook her off and took a step forward.
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Sirius looked at him in his tiny cell, watch-
ing him pull at his hair, and shiver under
the thin blanket and thought it was pun-
ishment enough; everything Peter had
done was to make sure he survived, and
he had, but while he was alive, he wasn’t
living. “You aren’t!” Peter cried. “You-”
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around?”
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Azkaban.
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“Ew,” Harry said, wrinkling his nose. That
drew a reluctant chuckle out of Remus.
“Liar.”
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“I’m not lying.”
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it. Remus swallowed and pushed his eggs
away, suddenly feeling far less hungry
than he had before.
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come with her, since Remus wouldn’t.
“Dora,” Dad said, lifting a strand of her
hair, which had gone a deep blue-purple.
He pulled her into a hug, and rubbed her
back, and then stepped away and pulled
something out of his pocket. It was a photo
of her, Mum and Dad, taken at the Dad’s
work’s Christmas party, last year. He set
it on the mantel, and Tonks swallowed the
lump in her throat.
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here.”
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Chapter 5:
The cup and the cafe
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“He’s… quieter. Spends an awful lot of
time doing his holiday homework in his
room, while Greentooth sits on Greyback’s
throne and shows everyone how she can
make a teacup dance.” He rolled his eyes.
“Debbie’s eyes just about fall out every
time Greentooth lifts her wan-”
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“How long are you home for?”
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ity, would certainly discourage fights and
make people think twice about refusing to
pay. A sly grin slid onto Matt’s face. “Tom
says I’m better than you, too.”
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of times she’d stayed – and moved them to
Grimmauld. Clothes, books, and Remus’
photographs had all been moved. Mugs
hadn’t been on either of their lists of pri-
orities, so there Dora’s mug sat. Remus
couldn’t look away from it, couldn’t help
thinking of the small hand that had once
clasped it, think of the lips that had once
sipped from it-
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the shoulder. Remus quickly grabbed two
teacups – one that had been his father’s,
and another that had come in a ghastly
floral set that his Aunt Catherine sent him
for his twenty-fifth birthday – and then
slammed the cupboard shut.
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“Sirius hasn’t said anything about it,”
Remus said stiffly. “Harry’s been the one
on my back, oddly.” Matt grinned. “And
I’d appreciate it if you didn’t finish that
sentence. I’m not in the mood to hear it.”
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places.”
Diary?
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did you have to think about?
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and Hermione.
A Malfoy in Gryffindor?
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“Hogwarts is safe, right?” Draco asked. Be-
fore him, rested a pensieve, which Severus
was having him add his memories to. Un-
like Occlumency and Legillimency, pen-
sieve magic was simple, and also safe for
children to use. Draco would be thirteen
in a year, and Severus had moved on to
teaching him how to separate individual
memories.
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pened, Draco?” Draco was silent, staring
down at the pensieve. Then, he put his
wand to his temple, and drew it away,
murmuring the charm to extract a mem-
ory. He lowered it into the basin in front
of him, and then out rose Dobby, the Mal-
foy’s house elf.
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that was the case, Dobby would have found
a way to let me know, like he always does.
So then I thought maybe Father didn’t ask
Dobby to say that, but that would mean
that Potter really is-”
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tle elf, and get any answers you can from
him.”
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§
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know and Mad Eye would organise a port-
key to France to strangle her if he found
out she’d just gone to coordinates that had
been pushed under the door of her flat one
night.
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grumpy expression she was wearing. And,
last but most importantly, it was one of
the only disguises she could do, since her
hair refused to turn any other colour than
the one it currently was.
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when a small, olive-skinned man slipped
out of the breakfast crowd and made his
way over to the café. Tonks watched, in-
terested, as he glanced at a piece of paper
that Tonks was willing to bet was identical
to her own, and then disappeared inside.
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“Sorry,” she muttered, dabbing her news-
paper in her tea before it could drip onto
her clothes.
“A man-”
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“Filthy things,” Sato said, wrinkling his
nose.
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was like the enchanted ones at the British
Ministry.
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slight accent that made Tonks think she
was Italian.
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do anything, the pigeon had pecked said
bread crust, and bloomed into a scrawny
young woman.
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Tarek gaped at her.
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the newcomers.
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move on, I think?”
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cylindrical porcelain.
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Then why, a little voice in the back of his
head murmured, sounding – which, at this
stage, didn’t surprise Remus at all – like
Harry asked, is your greatest fear that
that mug is the only thing you’ll ever have
left of her?
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Chapter 6:
The Defence professor
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“Excuse me,” Mrs Weasley said, sighing.
She headed for the stairs, then called over
her shoulder, “Arthur’s outside getting
the car ready, Harry, if you’d like to put
your things in before the rush.” Padfoot
checked his Sidekick.
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for long enough-” They really had, Harry
thought; it had been four days and they’d
heard nothing. “-and that if he doesn’t
send me a letter – even if it’s just a signed
bit of parchment – that I’ll be popping out
of his fireplace for a chat.”
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towed his heavy trunk out into the Bur-
row’s garden and Mr Weasley helped him
lift it into the car. A few, gently probing
questions from Harry revealed that it was
indeed the same car Ron had proposed
they use to visit Draco, and Harry was still
smiling to himself by the time the Weasley
children started to bring their trunks out.
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“I’ll swap you?” Harry offered, and she
smiled gratefully and passed the trunk
over. “Do you want me to take that, as
well?” he asked pointing at the slim book
in her hands.
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stole something from their room and the
three of them were in there negotiating
for about an hour.”
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“I had his broom; lazy git made me carry it
for him!” Ron said.
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King’s Cross with only a few minutes to
spare once they’d parked and unloaded,
and then George dropped his wand in the
middle of the station and changed the co-
lour of a sign.
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“I bet,” Harry said, as they started toward
the barrier, “that we’ll get the worst seats-”
“What the-”
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“Sorry, shh,” Harry said, trying to pat her
with a finger. She bit him. Scowling, he
set the cage atop his trunk, and followed
Ron away from the barrier in the hopes
that people would stop pointing. “What do
we do?”
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tives would be coming back through, and
Harry didn’t like their chances of finding
Mr and Mrs Weasley amongst them all.
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didn’t solve the problem of their pets and
luggage. Same went for Harry’s broom,
which could carry him and his trunk, but
not Ron, and not through London where
muggles might see.
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“You’re alone too,” she pointed out.
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She was right in some ways; Granger ap-
peared with her trunk only a few minutes
after Draco, chatted with them both for a
bit, and then asked after Potter and Wea-
sley. She-Weasley shrugged, but looked
worried instead of offended. Draco was
feeling very uneasy; he’d had Dobby hov-
ering over his shoulder all morning, tell-
ing him to be careful, and that he must
remember Harry Potter wasn’t safe. Know-
ing Potter’s luck, it was entirely possible
that something had gone wrong, before he
could even get on the train.
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of whom had seen either Potter or Weas-
ley - and then, they were joined by one of
She-Weasel’s friends.
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whether she was being serious or not. He
moved a little anyway; just enough that
he could see the green of the trees blur-
ring past outside. “It’s more likely to try if
you’re not looking at it.”
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“-and I think I’m too honest for Slytherin.”
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§
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said grimly. He’d been on it several times,
and much preferred flying or Apparating,
or even using the Floo.
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about that, and there was still the matter
of Harry’s things.
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sandwiches an hour later, he found them
laughing so hard they were crying, in com-
plete and utter silence.
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ed conductor. “Do you have a way to tell
the teachers we’re here?”
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his hand on the broom – no doubt to keep
it afloat – and started along the path to the
school. Ron, pleased to only have to carry
Scabbers’ cage, trotted after him.
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had expected, ignored him.
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work out whether that was a compliment
or not. “You did not, however, think to send
anyone a letter with details of what had
happened, or your whereabouts.” Snape’s
mouth was a very thin line. “I had thought,
Potter, that you’d been told to have a care
for your safety, this year.” Harry stared
at his shoes, and Ron decided to ask him
about that later.
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sent a message, because otherwise-”
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gate, and deal with them as they see fit.”
Ron hoped they dumped Lockhart’s in the
lake.
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watching the trees. Ron wondered what
he was thinking.
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having you write letters.”
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make sure that they are adequately grate-
ful.”
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“Would- do you want to come in?” she
asked.
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“Please,” Remus replied. She busied her-
self in the kitchen, still too shocked to be
angry or upset, or flattered that he was
here. She burned herself twice on the ket-
tle, and dropped one of the teacups on the
way to Remus, and had to start again. “Are
you all right?” he asked, as she summoned
the sugar from the kitchen; she knew how
he liked his tea.
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“I’d worked that much out,” she said, an-
noyed. She could see her reflection in the
window, though, and her hair had gone an
odd, red-orange. She was just pleased to
see it a colour other than- well, other than
the colour of Remus’ hair. “How are Harry
and Sirius? I’ve been meaning to write to
them, but-”
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would have started, surely?”
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it’s not a very big deal over there. It just
means he’s faster and has better senses
than the rest of us.”
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ended it with him – fixable though they
were – and Remus being here didn’t au-
tomatically fix any of them. “You know I
won’t go back with you,” she said. “I have-
I’m going to stay with the course, here.”
“And-”
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bully you into coming, or-”
“What-”
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my friends dead – or pretending to be, in
Peter’s case – and in Azkaban.” From his
tone, he could have been discussing the
weather, but his eyes were warm, and very
focused on her. Tonks didn’t know what
to say. “I’ve missed you,” he said, though
that much was obvious.
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“I want this,” Remus said, and warmth
rose in Tonks’ chest. “More than my job.”
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this than he’d let on. “For all I knew, you
might have set your menace of a cat on
me, and not let me in.” Tonks waited im-
patiently. “They’re in my office,” he said
finally.
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Tonks didn’t know what to say. Her heart
was in her throat, and she was so happy to
have him back that she thought she was
about half a second from bursting into
tears and embarrassing herself.
“You- really-”
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Chapter 7:
Home sweet Hogwarts
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That said, Bella had been in prison for
nearly eleven years, and seemed more like
her old self than Peter, who’d only done a
few years so far. Sirius couldn’t help but
wonder what her coping mechanism was;
after the things she’d done, she shouldn’t
have been able to last this long, and still
hold a coherent conversation.
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her. “There’ve got to be a few decent mem-
bers of every family.” Bella curled her lip.
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I genuinely don’t care for your opinion at
all.” Again, Bella looked disappointed; no
doubt she’d been wanting news, even if it
was just from Sirius. News was hard to
come by in Azkaban, and fuel for hours
and hours of thought. Sirius didn’t feel any
desire to offer her that, if he could help it.
She’d have to wait for Narcissa’s next vis-
it.
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Nervous and young and only eleven,
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Then to Gryffindor you’ll go,
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Then you’re with air in Ravenclaw,
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but Ron shook his head at him.
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briefest moment – probably just to un-
nerve him and let him know that she’d no-
ticed them sneaking in – and then read
the first name on her list of first years.
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“Good luck,” Harry mouthed, and she
smiled nervously at him, then turned to
listen to something a blond girl was say-
ing.
“You-”
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ler both went to Hufflepuff, and Astoria
Greengrass went to Slytherin, while her
sister – or twin, Harry wasn’t sure – went
to Ravenclaw. Draco looked thoughtful,
but clapped more genuinely for those two
than he had for the other first years. Harry
wondered if he knew them. Then, Gryffin-
dor gained a few new members; Andrew
Higgs and Andrew Kirke went to sit down
by Lavender.
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Ravenclaw, Alice Noshi went to Slyther-
in, Gryffindor gained Demelza Robins and
Georgina Trace, and then, finally, it was
Ginny’s turn.
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“Welcome,” Dumbledore said, getting
to his feet. “I hope you all had safe and
pleasant journeys here.” His eyes landed
on Harry, who grinned. Ron had a very
sheepish expression on his face. Seem-
ing amused, Dumbledore lifted a hand. “I
won’t keep you from your meals much lon-
ger,” he assured them. Fred and George
cheered. “But I must inform you – those of
you returning, at least – that at very short
notice, Professor Lupin has accepted a po-
sition at Beauxbatons Academy!”
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of the staff table whose job Harry didn’t
know.
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sighed happily.
“Do you-”
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up from loading her plate, and smiled.
“-and that’s Ginny.”
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“I had no idea,” Harry said honestly. “And
Dumbledore’s not joking when he said
short notice; Moony was here, getting
ready on Thursday.”
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into the stupid thing,” he said.
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“Why?” Draco asked, frowning.
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“-a joke, Hermione,” George was saying.
- 215 -
ing his baked potato. “Granger and I are
trying to correct that habit, but with rath-
er limited success, I’m afraid.”
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asked.
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his Yorkshire pudding, oblivious.
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§
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been calling him Malfoy.
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last fifty years.
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which I thought would be fun, until I ac-
tually met him. He calls me Woolsy, when
he talks to me at all. You’d think after
six brothers, he’d know our name by now!
Tom waited. Transfiguration is great, but
I’m not very good at it. I might have to ask
Hermione or Percy for some help, but I
love Charms and Potions is easy, once you
get past the fact that Snape is a git.
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with Luna, and Luna introduced me to
Vivienne, who’s in Ravenclaw, and Vivi-
enne’s sister is in my Defence and Potions
classes, but I don’t know if I like Astoria
yet.
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quiz too, and Fred and George don’t have
Defence until tomorrow, so I don’t know
if they’ll get it too. I guess I’ll just have to
wait and see. Tom tried to think of some-
thing to say, but nothing came to mind.
Ginny beat him to it. Demelza’s just come
to get me for dinner. I’ll talk to you soon,
and I promise I won’t leave you for a whole
week again!
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Chapter 8:
Of boggarts and brothers
Dear Sirius,
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Beauxbatons is very different to Hogwarts
in a lot of ways; for one, quite a few of the
students are only here during the day, and
Portkey or fly home at night. For another,
they don’t have Houses. Students that live
in the dorms are sorted by age and gender,
and that’s really it. I thought that was odd,
but Madam Maxime thinks Houses incite
petty competition, and you know, I think
she might be right to some degree. How
many times did we hex someone when we
were younger, just because of the colour
of their robes? On the downside, though,
if students don’t like each other here, it’s
often much harder to sort out, because it’s
not just a House thing.
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lief.
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The handwriting changed again, to Dora’s.
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magic is all non-verbal, but there are ways
around that too, because he can’t speak
verbal counter-charms. Eldar’s quite weak
with his range of spells, but he’s bloody
good at dodging and he tackled me to win
yesterday. I’m still not sure how I feel about
that, but Sato made a good point when
he said that duels aren’t always magical,
or fair. I’m trying to work out how I can
make my metamorphmagus stuff work for
me beyond resisting spells and dodging in
a duel, but no luck yet. Any ideas?
Love from,
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“Good of Flitwick to let us off early, isn’t
it?” Ron said happily, as the four of them
trooped downstairs to lunch.
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“You’re just grumpy because you were
awful at them,” Ron pointed out. Harry
thought he had a fair point; Draco, who’d
grown up with Dobby, had likely never
had to dust or mop or wash a dish in his
life, while Ron, who’d grown up watching
his parents use and pronounce cleaning
charms, had mastered it on his first try,
before even Hermione.
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“Start with your father,” Draco said,
smirking.
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They were some of the first into the Great
Hall; other than Lavender and Parvati,
who were at the Ravenclaw table with
Padma and Cormac McLaggen and Katie
Bell, who were arguing about something
to do with Quidditch, and some of the old-
er students, it was just the four of them.
They picked a spot as far away from Ka-
tie and McLaggen as possible, and Harry
checked his watch, hoping lunch would
appear soon.
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weakly, but Harry just arched an eye-
brow at her and she smiled. “Oh, all right,
they’re awful, but don’t tell him-”
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“Dragon.” Ginny scowled and snatched an
apple out of the bowl in the middle of the
table.
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have a Boggart in it.”
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“Lockhart’s boggart is a banshee?” Ron
asked, looking surprised. “I’d have thought
it would be a giant pimple, or tooth decay,
or a grey hair-”
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scarred mouth, and- well.” She shivered
and took another bite of her apple. “Even-
tually we managed to distract it long
enough for Colin to get out of the class-
room and find McGonagall, and she came
and saved us.”
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“That isn’t silly,” Hermione said at once.
Ginny smiled at her, and stole half of Ron’s
sandwich from his plate. Ron, who’d just
taken a bite of the other half, made a full-
mouthed, muffled protest, but Ginny just
pulled a face at him.
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a beard to thick, or gave the hangman a
happy, smiling mouth instead of a sad or
screaming one.
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the first Bravery Against Fantastic Beasts
Award, which is, to my knowledge, still
presented to witches and wizards worthy
of its honour due to feats of magic or nego-
tiation where magical creatures are con-
cerned…”
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top, and Harry grinned to himself.
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afraid I can’t comment, Tom said, and Gin-
ny sighed again. But if your skills match
your enthusiasm for Quidditch, then I
wouldn’t let yourself be dissuaded. Ginny
smiled; over the summer, she’d smuggled
the wizarding wireless away to her bed-
room, and dictated the Harpies-Magpies
match for him.
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Please, Ginny. I love hearing your stories.
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it thrown at me.
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of Harry’s, I think.
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Ginny wiped her eyes impatiently, and
glared at the diary. I just don’t think your
brothers are as brilliant as you do, and I
worry that they’ll hurt you-
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all.
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had pointed out – finished. Potter, on the
other hand, had a simple fan sitting on his
desk and was lounging back in his chair.
During his stays at Grimmauld Place,
Draco had seen Mr Black sitting the same
way.
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their wings, and Moon’s bat actually flew
up to the ceiling to hang from one of the
support beams instead.
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well. Draco yawned and tossed his things
into his bag, wondering if he could sleep
through Charms without Flitwick notic-
ing.
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to Charms.
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They’d changed his camera back, or course,
but damaged the film in the process and
Colin hadn’t been at dinner, nor had he
wanted to speak to Ginny when she went
up to talk to him. Fred and George had
just laughed and told her he’d come around
when she suggested they apologise.
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him, but they still did! But the only people
who’ve ever been angry with me are my
family, and either we sort it out, or Mum
does, so no one’s ever upset for long, except
sometimes Percy. But Colin’s different to
my brothers and I don’t know what to do-
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by with normal diaries.
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Chapter 9:
Tom’s project
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“You’re a- she’s a banshee,” Quirrell said,
turning to Sirius.
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I make you uncomfortable?” Keira asked,
gliding forward.
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I saw the paper.”
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him no choice but to shuffle after her. Any
worries that Sirius had had about Kiera
and Madam Wolple being able to handle
Quirrell vanished at once. “And I think
we’ve kept you long enough, Auror Black.
Surely you’ve got more important things
to do than help old women staff their
businesses.” She smiled at him, revealing
missing teeth. Those that were there were
yellow and cracked.
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ahead of time, before she could make a
fuss about wanting to pay her part.
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needed taking care of, but right now, she’d
give her wand for any of her brothers, or
even Harry or Draco or Hermione to come
and help her.
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have been amusement. “Where am I?” The
boy smiled rather charmingly, and took a
step toward her. Ginny did her best not to
flinch.
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Mum-”
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“Dormitory,” Tom supplied. “Writing to
me.” He smiled charmingly again, and
Ginny felt some of her worry fade; Tom
was her friend, and he’d certainly look
after her until she got back to her dorm.
“This is my project, Ginny. Do you like it?”
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der. “I’m just very protective of my diary.
It’s my only link to the outside, to you. I’d
be upset if something were to happen to
it.”
“I want to know.”
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one of the armchairs. “Very well. When I
was sixteen, there were- bad things were
happening here at the school. There was
a monster on the loose, you see, and a girl
died, and they were going to close Hog-
warts.” Ginny looked at the other, obliv-
ious people in the common room, and at
how quiet and scared they all seemed.
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down on a leather footrest.
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the room. “And no, as I have no desire to
remember him, he’s not here.”
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“And he’s brilliant. The greatest wizard
ever, or that’s what everyone says.”
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“My apologies; this Wizard-We-Won’t-
Name… then shouldn’t he be the great-
est-”
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“This You-Know-Who sounds like a joke,”
Tom said. “Defeated by four first years?”
He scoffed, and then glanced at Ginny.
“You seem to talk about Harry Potter a
lot, though.” This time, his smile was sly,
and Ginny found herself blushing again.
“Do you fancy him, Ginny?”
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warily. Bill had once offered to talk to her
about boys, after Ron told him that Ginny
fancied David, a muggle boy in the village
near home. She’d been four and he’d given
her a strawberry, and by the time Mum
had come back, she and David had decid-
ed they’d get married one day. When she
told Bill about it, Bill had laughed so hard
that Ginny was too embarrassed to ever
go back to the markets to see him.
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his biscuits and played cards with us, and
he’s so nice that I think I might still like
him sometimes.” Ginny frowned thought-
fully. “He never ignores me like my broth-
ers sometimes do, and never seems to care
that I’m the youngest or that I’m a girl…
but then other times he talks with his
mouth full, like Ron, or I hear him laugh-
ing about Percy with the twins and he’s
just another silly boy.”
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“Not ever?” she asked.
“No, it’s-”
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Slytherin common room started to waver,
and she found herself lying back on her
bed, with the diary open by her hand. She
blinked and rubbed her eyes. She didn’t
feel like she’d been visiting Tom, she felt
like she’d been sleeping. Her eyes fluttered
shut, but she forced one open so she could
see where the diary was, and move it, and
find her way under her covers.
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“Knew what?” Draco asked.
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“And you didn’t say anything?” Ron looked
at Draco like he was mad.
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“Honestly,” Hermione muttered, and then
smiled. “Have you just got out of bed?”
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“Thanks, Harry!”
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sent them back to Gryffindor with Draco
one night.
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Hermione and Draco returned just as Har-
ry and Ron were finishing, and Draco and
Ron immediately set up the chessboard,
while Hermione read ahead for Transfig-
uration, and Harry infuriated her by al-
ready being able to answer some of the
questions she muttered to herself.
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behind his) for the third time, Harry got
up to fetch his mirror, so he could have a
laugh with Padfoot.
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Chapter 10:
Things that bump in the night
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know.” Luna spent a moment think-
ing that through, and resolved to write
to Daddy when she had a free moment.
It would make for an interesting discus-
sion, if nothing else, and perhaps Daddy
could even write an article about it. Gin-
ny looked wretched, though, and Luna re-
turned her attention to the other girl. “Is
there a reason you asked?” Ginny bit her
lip and looked over at the other two girls
from Gryffindor, who were whispering,
and looking back at them. They could both
be very unkind, Luna had noticed.
“Colin!”
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“What?” Colin asked, shrinking back into
his chair. “Luna asked-”
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her.
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§
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to my dormitory, and Percy yelled at me
for trying to go up to his. Said it wasn’t
appropriate.” One of Ginny’s small feet
kicked the common room table, and Tom
gently stroked her shoulder. “And Fred
and George and Harry and Ron are off do-
ing something, but Draco was late to meet
Snape and didn’t tell me what, and I think
Hermione must have gone to the library,
because I can’t find her. I just- I always
imagined that everyone would be around
again, once I got to Hogwarts, but they’re
always doing their own things.”
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and then wrapped her arms around Tom,
who was perched on the arm of the chair.
He froze, but Ginny didn’t seem to notice.
“And you’re right; you’re always here for
me.” Her voice was muffled and he just
hoped she wasn’t getting snot on his robes.
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everyone else.
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while she’d been asleep. An awake Ginny
would be much harder to handle, he knew,
particularly if she was as wary of him as
she’d just professed. “Tom?”
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thoughts of her maybe-joke had fled.
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felt the real Ginny stir. Her body dropped
to the ground before she quite had control
of it again.
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“Lockhart could have caught us instead of
Filch-” While the weather wasn’t overly
cold yet, it had been raining for days and
Harry (and Ron, who’d come to watch and
fly the Nimbus afterward) had tracked
mud up three floors of the castle, and then
bumped straight into the caretaker and
his awful cat. “-and we’d both probably be
making him hair potions and addressing
his fan mail.” Ron pretended to vomit on a
Special Award for Services to the School.
Harry laughed.
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“Finally…” The voice seemed to come from
the very castle, but Harry would never
have imagined Hogwarts could sound so
cold or dangerous. Harry twitched and
dropped the trophy he’d been working on.
“Harry?”
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hadn’t just heard Peeves causing trouble,
or a student or teacher saying something
under their breath.
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“I expect Madam Pomfrey would like to
know that I’m hearing voices,” Harry said
dully. His eyes swept around the room
again. Everything was silent now.
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were damp.
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walking.”
- 300 -
but Harry didn’t think she looked comfort-
ed.
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but then he and Draco are going flying, and
Hermione was with Neville and Parvati,”
Harry said, as they flopped down onto the
grass by the lake. “Have you heard much
from Moony?”
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ade.” He gave Harry a significant look.
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“So tell me more about this voice. Is it still
around?”
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if it happens again, but I haven’t- I don’t
want to bother him when it’s probably
nothing.” Padfoot watched him for a mo-
ment, and Harry wondered if he thought
Harry should have told. He didn’t say any-
thing about it, though.
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that could hear it, and that we had that
warning from Dobby… I don’t think this
will be the last of the voice, and I don’t
think we can discount Voldemort from the
list of people to blame.”
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Chapter 11:
On Halloween
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“Sixth.” Moony took a sip of his butterbeer
and smiled at Harry. “Bellatrix was giv-
ing Lily grief for something or other; could
have been to do with Snape-” Padfoot’s ex-
pression flickered. “- or because Slughorn
had given her points-”
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He paused. “None of us were there, Lily
only told me about it later, so I don’t know
what spell it would have been-”
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way his mouth twitched.
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“How’d that go?” Harry asked, wincing.
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“We’ll see you tomorrow,” Moony said, as
Harry reared up into his normal self.
- 312 -
“Wrong,” Padfoot said. He grinned at Har-
ry. “He’s definitely wrong.” Harry just
sniggered and hugged them both before
slipping through the gates.
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He was right; Fred beamed and patted
him on the back.
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He wasn’t overly hungry, since Padfoot
had bought him dinner, but he was al-
ready late, so he’d intended to go straight
to the Halloween feast anyway, at least
until Peeves appeared in the Entrance
Hall, with a jar of some sort of potions in-
gredient in hand. The bell on his hat rang
in a soft, menacing way.
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Harry pulled his invisibility cloak on at
once, and moved quickly, but silently out
of the way. “Ooh, he’s tricky, isn’t he? Not
to worry, though-” Peeves fished another
eyeball out of his jar and held it up. “-Eye
can see you!”
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Harry’s neck and back. “Rip… tear… kill…
oh, yes… it’s been so long…”
- 317 -
he should be downstairs with everyone
else, but let him in anyway. Harry went
straight to his mirror, but Padfoot wasn’t
answering, so Harry took a deep breath
and had a shower. After trying, and fail-
ing to get Padfoot again, Harry left a note
on his bed, explaining what had happened
just in case the voice came after him – and
resolved to head downstairs. He’d have a
word with Dumbledore after the feast. He
nodded to himself.
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question at the same time, and then fell
silent.
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was blank. “Are you heading down to the
feast?”
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tomorrow’s match, and whether Hydrus’
broom could even carry his ego, Nimbus
2001 or not. The voice didn’t speak again,
but Harry was glad for company to take
his mind off it.
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“The ghost that attacked you?” Harry
asked. She nodded. “I’ll protect you,” he
teased.
“Ow-”
- 322 -
“Mrs Norris,” he said, looking around.
Ginny scowled.
“Where?”
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blood. Harry could smell blood. He looked
up and felt his heart jump into his throat.
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Anyone but him, Harry thought, closing
his eyes for a moment. Filch shuffled up,
rubbing his hands together, his pale eyes
drifting over the pair of them.
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The Headmaster might let me bring out
my thumb screws again-” Filch’s eyes,
which had been drinking in their terrified
faces, alighted on Mrs Norris. “Is that-
that’s not- Mrs Norris? What have you
done to her?!”
“We didn’t-”
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them, and then turned around, shouting
for a Professor. Harry and Ginny moved
away from the wall as much as possible,
but people were already talking amongst
themselves, and pointing.
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“That is enough, Mr Malfoy.” Filch had
found Snape, who was making his way to-
ward them. In his wake, Harry could see
his friends, looking worried and confused.
“They kill-”
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Filch.
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warningly.
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“I want to see them hanging in the dun-
geons-”
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Chapter 12:
The Chamber of Secrets
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who looked so scared that Sirius thought
she might be sick.
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cats had never been popular with the
students – but the way Harry shrank
back changed Sirius’ mind at once. Gin-
ny, looked like she might cry. This time,
Sirius was able to catch Harry’s eye, and
was surprised when Harry’s expression
changed from scared to pleading. “They-”
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“She was found by a message,” Snape con-
tinued, with a fleeting look at Harry and
Ginny. “’The Chamber of Secrets has been
opened. Enemies of the Heir, beware. I’ve-
” Snape hesitated. “To my knowledge,
such things were rumours.” Confused, Sir-
ius glanced at Remus who shrugged and
shook his head. Dumbledore’s eyes closed
for just a moment. Then they opened.
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“Miss Weasley?” McGonagall said.
- 336 -
“With Mr Potter?” McGonagall’s nostrils
flared. “We weren’t notified-”
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“Harry was with us,” Remus said quietly,
“notice - or lack of it - aside.”
- 338 -
Albus,” McGonagall dismissively. “Aside
from anything else, I sat next to him to-
night, and comforted him about his dead
roosters.”
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“So you’ve heard this voice twice now?”
Dumbledore asked. The intensity of his
stare made Harry feel like he was the only
one in the room. He nodded. “And neither
Mr Weasley or Peeves, who were with you
on these occasions, gave any indication
that they could also hear it?”
“Severus-”
- 340 -
arm. Dumbledore leaned back in his chair.
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all know, Hogwarts was founded by those
that our Houses are named after: Gryffin-
dor-” Dumbledore nodded at the four of
them. “-Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and, of
course, Slytherin.”
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“The Chamber of Secrets was opened fifty
years ago, when I was the Transfiguration
teacher here at Hogwarts.”
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time, trilled gently. “After that, a culprit
was found, and while the attacks stopped,
I, personally do not believe that that per-
son was responsible.” Ginny squeaked.
“Who-”
- 344 -
“I had one suspect,” Dumbledore admit-
ted, “who would have fit all of the criteria
except for the fact that he had a muggle
father, and a mother that may or may not
have been a witch, but, most significantly,
no evidence of a connection - that I have
been able to find - to Slytherin’s line.”
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“But we can’t rule him out,” Padfoot said.
- 346 -
sigh, half-smile, “I imagine I’ll be seeing
you regularly until things have settled.”
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“Not tonight.” Harry relaxed slightly.
“And, since I’ve sent Minerva away to do
other things, I suppose the position of es-
cort falls to me.” Ginny looked startled,
but relieved.
- 348 -
to be doing a good job of keeping everyone
away, though, and within seconds, Hermi-
one had thrown her arms around Harry,
and Ron had descended on Ginny and the
five of them were safely tucked away in
the second year boys’ dormitory.
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“My father used to tell it as a bedtime sto-
ry,” Draco said, his cheeks faintly pink.
“Nothing like hearing about Slytherin’s
monster attacking muggleborns to put
Hydrus to sleep.” Ginny knew he wasn’t
joking, and grimaced. They swapped sto-
ries quickly; Draco’s account was much
the same as Dumbledore’s, down to not
knowing who was responsible, where the
chamber was, or what the monster was.
“I’ve been thinking, though, Potter,” he
said. “If you’re the only one that can hear
it… what if it’s a Kelpie?”
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shape. Who’d give a mouse a second look,
when they’re after a monster? And there
was water on the floor, Ginny! Maybe it
came up through the toilet from the lake,
and attacked Mrs Norris-” Ginny glanced
in the direction of the ajar bathroom door,
and didn’t feel quite as safe as earlier.
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said, shrugging.
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“Oh,” she said. “Right, yes, but-”
“What about-”
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“Right,” Draco said, nodding. “Merlin,
Granger, how are we supposed to carry all
of that?” He snatched up the list and read
it aloud. “Prophets from 1942, books about
Kelpies, books about Slytherin- You too,
Potter- really? You want that?” Harry had
just added Nature’s Nobility to the list.
- 354 -
thinking that the pair of them were blood
traitors, as well.
- 355 -
hand, and Tom’s diary in her lap.
Tom?
- 356 -
caught didn’t do it.
Ginny-
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get you out of the diary-
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My sweet Ginny. Ginny felt colour rising
in her cheeks, and was thankful that she
wasn’t in the diary, where Tom could see
it. Can you do me one favour, and not tell
anyone about what I know? I don’t think I
could stand that pressure.
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Chapter 13:
Bludger gone rogue
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nudged Ginny’s mind in the direction of
his diary again.
- 361 -
said. “Was Ron okay last night? And Dra-
co? Did you find anything out?”
- 362 -
Tom withdrew, frustrated, as Ginny
swapped her pyjamas for a pair of worn
jeans and a lumpy jumper with a large “G”
on it, and skipped out of her dormitory to
meet Colin.
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“You wish, Potter,” Hydrus sneered, his
face an unpleasant purple colour. “I just
want to be there to see it when it knocks
you off your broom.”
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it; with their platinum hair, the Malfoys
were easily visible in the guest stand, be-
sides a much friendlier gold-and-red head,
a sandy coloured head, and a mop of shag-
gy black hair.
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go red with anger, or white and a sickly
sort of green with shock and fear.
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and even if I did, what would I cast? Fi-
nite might work, but in this rain, I’d just
as likely hit Harry and it could undo one
of the charms on his broom, and if I cast
anything to destroy the bludger and miss,
I’ll hurt him.” Sirius was dying to get his
hands on a broom and a bat and go and
sort it out himself, though he had to ad-
mit, Fred and George were probably doing
as good a job as he’d be able to. “I just hope
his friends have the presence of mind not
to try anything either.”
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“Come on, kiddo,” Sirius muttered, cross-
ing his fingers.
- 368 -
“First your parents, then last year it was
my brother-”
- 369 -
carry it into the Gryffindor stand, where
it might hurt his friends; he could see Ron
and Ginny and Draco, all very distinct be-
cause of their hair, and once he’d found
them, he saw Hermione, and Colin – who
was madly taking pictures – and the other
second year Gryffindors.
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and gave the bludger a solid whack. From
below, Colin’s camera flashed up at them,
illuminating the raindrops.
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vices, Potter,” Hydrus said. “Maybe then,
they’ll be able to afford decent brooms.”
- 372 -
“And Johnson takes a bludger to the shoul-
der!” Lee called. Harry groaned again, and
Fred and George looked at each other, gri-
macing. “Montague takes possession, damn
him- Sorry, Professor. Now Pucey has it,
and-” The crowd groaned. “-ten points to
Slytherin. On the upside, Angelina’s all
right, folks, just a bit bruised. She’s play-
ing on. Don’t know why the bludger was
allowed to get her – Weasley and Weasley
are over with Potter, instead of watching
the Chasers, which is an interesting tactic
by Gryffindor, but I’m not sure how-”
- 373 -
“What the bloody hell-”
- 374 -
Wood – who’d obviously been about to say
the same – could. “I want this over, but
not if it means Slytherin wins.” He for
one, wanted to wipe the smirk off Hydrus’
face, and if he could do that in front of the
Malfoys, then all the better. “I’ll manage.
And you two should get back to the rest of
the team. I can’t see past you when you’re
circling-”
- 375 -
“Are you ready to resume?”
- 376 -
“And we’re back!” Lee called. “Montague
in possession, but- Oh! Nice bludger from
Weasley – not sure which one, sorry lads!
– and now Bell’s got the Quaffle, dodges
Pucey, passes to Spinnet- Spinnet’s got it
past the Keeper, ten points to Gryffindor!
Brilliant work! That’s thirty to one hun-
dred and ten, Slytherin’s way, but could
this be a comeback for Gryffindor?”
- 377 -
though- Ha! How’s that for justice, Wil-
kes!”
- 378 -
“Potter’s just taken a nasty hit from a
bludger!” Lee said. “Doesn’t look good from
the way he’s holding it- hang on- the bludg-
er’s coming back for him- that’s not natu-
ral-” Harry, who’d heard the whistle of the
bludger the second time, didn’t think; he
could still see the glint of the snitch on the
ground, and with the bludger behind him,
the only real way to go was down.
- 379 -
Harry could barely see, what with the pain
and his tears and the rain, but he was only
a few feet from the ground now and start-
ed to pull up. Then, there was a flash of
gold, and he reached for it with his good
arm.
- 380 -
“You all right?” Harry asked groggily. Hy-
drus whimpered, and convinced he was at
least alive, Harry turned away from him
and managed to push himself upright. Hi
ears were ringing, or maybe that was the
crowd’s noise. He wasn’t sure.
- 381 -
Angelina, who was cradling her own arm,
were standing over him, looking worried,
but closer still was Lockhart.
- 382 -
“Lie still, Harry. I’ve used this charm
countless times, it’s very good-”
- 383 -
“What he said,” Harry said, waving his
good arm at Ron.
- 384 -
spell… But you’ll notice, Harry, that the
bones are no longer broken. Yes. Perhaps-
Perhaps you ought to drop by the hospital
wing, for a bit of a tidy up-”
- 385 -
“Not anymore,” Harry said, grimacing.
Padfoot glanced at his hand, and his eye-
brows shot up.
- 386 -
“Harry needs to go to the hospital wing,”
he said, turning to Moony, who stepped
forward at once. Padfoot’s gaze had land-
ed on Lockhart, who was trying to disap-
pear into the crowd, but was having very
little success getting past Ron. Lockhart
seemed to deflate as Padfoot advanced on
him.
- 387 -
Harry’s departure was serenaded by Pad-
foot shouting at Lockhart.
- 388 -
Pomfrey, who marched over seconds later,
looking furious.
- 389 -
Other than Draco, Colin was the only one
of Ginny’s friends that she ever brought
the diary out around. Her brothers would
try to take it, to see what she was read-
ing, Hermione – much as Ginny liked her
– could be nosy, and Harry was just gen-
erally curious, and would no doubt get it
into his head to try to rescue Tom, if he
found out that he existed.
- 390 -
So who was attacking Harry, Ginny? Tom
asked.
- 391 -
ought to visit him. It’s not curfew-”
- 392 -
“I’m going to put this away.” Ginny closed
the diary. “Don’t go without me, all right?”
Colin was already halfway up the boy’s
stairs.
- 393 -
Tom added a tiny bit more pressure until
she fell silent. “Just worried about Har-
ry, is all.” Colin accepted that without a
problem, as Tom had known he would,
and didn’t even look at Tom oddly, when
Tom stumbled. Most of Ginny’s movement,
thankfully, relied on muscle memory, but
whenever he thought about it too much,
he tended to cross her feet, or forget just
how small she was. It was frustrating, re-
ally, but all he had to work with at the
moment.
- 394 -
here.”
- 395 -
grew suspicious.
- 396 -
Chapter 14:
A late night visitor
- 397 -
“When are you going back?” she asked.
- 398 -
ius, you can’t very well march down there
and-”
“I-what?”
- 399 -
“When did you become so boring?” he
asked.
- 400 -
“No, thanks, I should be right,” he said.
He tried to catch Marlene’s arm, with the
intention of using it to draw her down for
a kiss, but she dodged him, and stuck her
tongue out as she left the room. He could
hear her chuckling as she moved down the
hall. Sirius summoned a quill, and focused
his attention on the crossword.
- 401 -
conjured bed beside Hydrus – stir.
- 402 -
Potter should have stayed home when he
missed the train-”
- 403 -
“No, Harry Potter!” Dobby said, clapping
his hands to his mouth. “Dobby thought-
Dobby thought if Harry Potter was hurt,
he would be sent home-”
- 404 -
“Who opened it, Dobby?” Harry asked.
- 405 -
tect me, Dobby, but I’m not leaving, so the
only real way to protect me now, is to tell
me what you know. It’s the only way I’ll be
safe. Who’s doing this?”
- 406 -
McGonagall, looking in horror at the thing
on the bed.
“He’s not-”
- 407 -
“He has been petrified,” Dumbledore said.
Harry suspected the information was as
much for his benefit as Madam Pomfrey’s.
Dumbledore reached down to take the
camera from Colin. “I wonder…”
- 408 -
When Ginny awoke, she was achy all over
and didn’t feel as if she’d slept very well.
In fact, she couldn’t remember going to
bed at all, but obviously she had.
- 409 -
resting in a small puddle of ink on her
bedside table, and wrote Tom’s name.
- 410 -
go to the hospital wing, Ginny. Maybe
you’re getting sick. How do you feel?
- 411 -
There was a knock on the door, and Her-
mione looked in.
“I-”
- 412 -
“Know what?” Ginny asked, worried.
- 413 -
came and sat with her at lunch, and that
she got halfway to the hospital wing to
visit Colin before getting too upset. She
thought Harry was the one that found her
on his way back to the common room, with
his newly healed arm, but her mind had
been wandering and she’d called him Tom,
and then run off before she had to explain,
or before she let on just how fragile she
felt at the moment.
- 414 -
I could really use a friend right now.
Please, Tom?
- 415 -
fore Ron and Hermione, given his family’s
potential involvement. “So it was Dobby?”
- 416 -
“And what do you think about it all?” Dra-
co asked finally.
- 417 -
swallow.
- 418 -
Chapter 15:
Someone to blame
- 419 -
have your father’s talent for my subject,”
McGonagall said, examining the hedge-
hog-turned-hairbrush he’d made that les-
son. He was quite pleased with the way it
had turned out. With a complicated move-
ment of her wand – that Harry couldn’t
quite follow – it was a hedgehog again.
- 420 -
the crate it had been in at the beginning
of the lesson. “How is your arm?”
- 421 -
It was unnerving. Her nostrils flared, not,
Harry didn’t think, out of anger, but rath-
er because she was smelling him.
- 422 -
undue.”
- 423 -
little group. He wondered if she’d realised.
- 424 -
two about Dobby after their conversation
outside the day before, and Draco had been
aloof ever since, despite Ron and Hermi-
one handling the news as Harry had ex-
pected; with surprise and interest, but not
with blame directed at Draco.
- 425 -
“Good,” Ron said. “’Cause that’d be stu-
pid.”
- 426 -
“Leave him,” she said. “It’s not us he’s re-
ally worried about, I don’t think.”
- 427 -
ness has made you realise it’s only a mat-
ter of time before we’re the only friends
you’ll have left?” Daphne and Pansy, who
were in seats by the bed, scowled at Dra-
co. Zabini stood up and offered Draco his
chair.
“I don’t-”
- 428 -
“Oh, who cares what she thinks,” Hydrus
said, rolling his eyes.
- 429 -
patted Hydrus’ hand. Draco tried not to
roll his eyes. “And the company here isn’t
great. I had Potter yesterday, thank Mer-
lin he’s gone, but now I’ve got the mud-
blood.” He waved his arm at Creevey, who
was lying, frozen, a few beds down. Draco’s
stomach twisted. “It’s not all bad, though;
whenever my leg’s hurting, I just look at
the stupid, scared expression on his face,
and it makes me feel better.” On cue, the
girls laughed and Hydrus smirked, appar-
ently pleased with himself.
- 430 -
“Yes,” Draco said, not trusting himself to
say anything else.
- 431 -
frey’s door opened.
- 432 -
“Draco,” Severus said, and Draco gave him
an unhappy look, and made no attempt to
move. “My office was locked.”
- 433 -
“You said I could come here when I needed
to,” Draco said, staring at his feet.
- 434 -
“No.”
- 435 -
“There isn’t anything in storage?”
- 436 -
mind reader-”
“Did he-”
- 437 -
“And then there’s Granger-”
- 438 -
purebloods.
“Because- Father-”
“So?”
- 439 -
neither does Hydrus, so someone has to,
and that leaves me!”
“But someone-”
- 440 -
“Someone does not have to,” Severus said,
pre-empting his godson’s next thought.
“Perhaps they should, perhaps it’s not fair
that they don’t-”
- 441 -
sure he was still welcome, after the fuss
he’d made that afternoon.
- 442 -
liked to think he was observant. She-Wea-
sley glared at him, as if daring him to con-
tradict her. Draco took a sip of juice, and
decided to let the matter slide for the mo-
ment. “So where’d you vanish to this af-
ternoon?” Weasley asked Draco.
“How-”
- 443 -
Chapter 16:
Bad company
- 444 -
holey blanket around his shoulders like a
cloak. “Why are we here? Is Moony about?”
Peter asked. “And Prongs?” Thankfully,
Peter seemed to snap out of it before Sir-
ius had to respond. “Oh,” he said softly.
“That’s right.” He crawled back into the
furthest corner, and folded himself up
into a ball. Sirius watched. “You’re not re-
ally here, then, are you? Just like James
mustn’t have been. Or perhaps it was Har-
ry.” Sirius wasn’t sure what to say to that,
but couldn’t bring himself to leave either.
“I’ve been thinking of you a lot lately,” Pe-
ter said. “Or I think I am; it seems I’m see-
ing you all the time.”
- 445 -
“And here I was thinking I was the stu-
pid one of the four of us,” Peter said. He
pursed his lips. “Well, perhaps I was, but
you can’t say I’m not creative; an Auror,
hmm? Just like- just like- before?”
“What?”
- 446 -
“I- I’m enjoying your company, odd as that
might sound. Or- well, it’s not really odd,
is it? We were friends, once. Good friends,
in fact, until I spoiled it all.”
- 447 -
and pressed himself back further into
his corner. “And he tells me of course it
would, but this is James, and I know-
knew James, that that’s what he’d say.”
His eyes met Sirius’ without really seeing.
“Would it matter?”
- 448 -
“Peter?”
“For what?”
- 449 -
and Sirius fed a happy memory to his pa-
tronus without thinking. All around him,
however, the prisoners started to howl.
- 450 -
“Senior Undersecretary,” Brown said,
leaping to his feet. Sirius refrained from
rolling his eyes, but only just. He nodded
politely, if stiffly, and Crouch did the same,
then turned back to Brown.
“No,” he said.
- 451 -
“No!” Brown said. “No, we were just wait-
ing-’
- 452 -
girls and her red bed hangings. Instead,
she was in a chilly room, with a window
that showed not the sky, but dark green
water, and was tucked under a green sheet.
Tom, who was lying next to her, flicking
through a book, glanced over.
- 453 -
lap. “Are you feeling better? You weren’t
looking well when you arrived.”
- 454 -
the front of it. She wasn’t sure if it was a
rune, or a family crest, but Tom moved his
hand and she couldn’t see it anymore. Gin-
ny checked her watch, but it never seemed
to work in the diary. She started to push
the covers off.
- 455 -
smile crept onto his face. Ginny wondered
what he was thinking, but didn’t dare ask.
- 456 -
some time with me, not sleeping, not wor-
rying about the Chamber, or the Heir, or
about poor Colin, or being bothered by Per-
cy.” Ginny had to admit that sounded nice.
“A charm, at least, I can help you with.”
- 457 -
and magic to rebuild his own was unlikely
to end well for him.
- 458 -
– and met her eyes.
- 459 -
sheets of his bed. “I enjoy spending time
with you.”
“Hermione!”
- 460 -
her, Draco grumbled under his breath, and
mopped up his spilt ink. Ginny dropped
into the seat between them, and Her-
mione thought it was just luck that had
placed Madam Pince at the other side of
the library. Otherwise, Ginny’d have lost
points, and would already be on her way
back to the tower.
- 461 -
“Yes,” Draco said. “I do mind, actually.
I’m only a paragraph off finishing and I’m
not moving. You can either go somewhere
else, or you can pretend I’m not here, but-”
“Ginny?”
“Draco-”
- 462 -
“Ron’s not likely to show up, is he?”
“So Ron-”
- 463 -
and really not very knowledgeable when it
came to that sort of thing. But, she’d read
books where people fancied each other,
and it couldn’t be that different, really.
- 464 -
“You- don’t know him,” Ginny said, face
still red. “He’s older.”
- 465 -
classes together?” Ginny hesitated.
- 466 -
Chapter 17:
The Gaunt line
- 467 -
crets, which had become something of an
obsession for him, Hermione wasn’t sure
how he was still finding time to sleep. She
looked at the bags under his eyes again,
and thought that maybe he wasn’t.
- 468 -
out last time.”
- 469 -
He stood, tucking the books they’d been
reading under his arm, so that he could
return them to Madam Pince on the way
out. Hermione was just trying to think of
an excuse that would let her go with him,
when Ron stood.
- 470 -
thought Ginny should be heading down to
dinner and hoped to catch her on the way.
It had been a few weeks since that day in
the library – at this very table, in fact –
and Hermione had tried to talk to Ginny
about her mystery boy several times, but
never had any luck. There was always an
excuse, or Ginny was with other people,
or, Ginny was nowhere to be found. Her-
mione suspected she was avoiding her,
and worried that she’d somehow managed
to upset or offend the other girl.
- 471 -
“I’m hungry though, too,” Draco said. He
flicked his wand, and his things stacked
themselves into a neat pile, which he
tucked into his bag. He stood. Hermi-
one’s eyes narrowed, but she didn’t say
anything; she hadn’t missed the fact that
none of the boys had let her go anywhere
by herself since Colin’s attack. There was
always one of them with her, and she ap-
preciated it, she did, but she also thought
it was a bit silly. If Slytherin’s Heir want-
ed to attack her, the fact that she had her
non-muggleborn friends with her, proba-
bly wouldn’t stop them.
- 472 -
the Manor. Hermione suspected that had
everything to do with not wanting to deal
with his father or Dobby, but she didn’t
ask, and Draco didn’t volunteer the infor-
mation.
- 473 -
“Ginny?” Hermione pushed the door open.
The dormitory was empty, and the bath-
room door on the far side was open, and
the bathroom itself was dark. Ginny’s bed
was messy and unmade, and her diary was
resting on her pillow, but Ginny herself
was nowhere in sight, even though Her-
mione had just seen her in here, and there
was nowhere else she could have gone.
- 474 -
spent the day in the park across the road,
having what Draco thought might have
been the most intense snowball fight he’d
ever had; it had been Draco, Potter, Black
and She-Weasley against McKinnon, the
twins, Granger and Weasley, and they’d
all been cold, wet, battered, and extremely
pleased with themselves by the time they
trudged back inside.
- 475 -
“Shh,” Weasley One said, waving at Weas-
ley and Weaselette, who were taking bets
on the colour of the jumpers they’d get that
year.
- 476 -
but it’s a bit of a pain. And she knows we
get books through Lee, too, now-”
- 477 -
smile made it very clear that she includ-
ed Black in that. “-don’t cause too much
trouble.” Hermione laughed as McKinnon
hurried up the stairs.
- 478 -
pressed with the colouring of her jumper,
and even more unimpressed with the fact
that she owed Weasley a sickle.
- 479 -
He helped Weasley feed the chickens and
gnome the garden, helped Prefect Weasley
set the dining table and helped She-Weas-
ley hang out the washing. Father and Hy-
drus would have been horrified but Draco
felt rather pleased with himself for discov-
ering the clothespeg, and so what if he’d
embarrassed himself by asking why the
Weasleys only used one knife and one fork
when they ate.
- 480 -
before coming home. Harry didn’t blame
him, after the watery, well-intentioned ra-
tatouille Tonks had attempted to make on
their first night in France.
- 481 -
more when he said he couldn’t find Master
Regulus’ favourite book.” Padfoot arched
an eyebrow. He put a hand on Harry’s
shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “Want to
tell me what this is about?”
- 482 -
done to you?” Something in his tone made
Harry look up.
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“Good,” Padfoot said, nodding.
“Quirrell?”
- 484 -
for a year,” Padfoot said.
“Nothing?”
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he get a body from the Chamber? Sly-
therin’s monster attacks muggleborns, it
doesn’t convert them into body parts for
the Heir to use, or a restorative potion-”
- 486 -
Padfoot and Moony, Harry was tucked un-
der a blanket on the couch, poring over
Nature’s Nobility again. He was sure he’d
regret being up so late, when tomorrow
he had to catch an international portkey
back to London so that he could catch the
train back to school, but he couldn’t help
himself.
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Prestigious family… lost wealth in goblin
rebellion… nothing left but pride in the
end… Line extinct. Harry skimmed over
the paragraph he’d read so many times
before. Only there, at the very end of the
paragraph, the sentence Line extinct had
been crossed out. Heart pounding, because
that was not the case in the school’s copy,
Harry held the page up for closer inspec-
tion.
- 488 -
lo Gaunt to connect him to three words:
Merope Gaunt. Squib? And the second
line descended from her to connect to two
words: Tom Riddle. Tom Riddle didn’t have
a father, so either Regulus hadn’t known
him, or hadn’t cared. Harry didn’t know
or recognise the name Tom, but it meant
something to him, all the same. Using the
newspaper cutting as a bookmark, Harry
shut the book, dimmed his wand, climbed
off the couch, and padded over to the guest
room door. He knocked, once, softly, but
neither Padfoot or Marlene replied.
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“Harry?”
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“I told you,” Harry said, but didn’t seem
happy about it at all. He was very pale,
and was sitting very still. “What do we
do?”
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“I am,” Harry started, but Sirius cut him
off.
- 492 -
“That we know of,” Sirius said.
“Harry-”
- 493 -
“That isn’t the point-”
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the door open, but Dora was standing in
the doorway of her and Remus’ bedroom,
blinking at them. “It’s two in the bloody
morning, for Godric’s sake. I have work to-
morrow.” Harry could see Remus sitting
in bed behind her, but he obviously knew
better than to interrupt.
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“It’s no one’s choice,” Harry snapped.
“There’s a prophecy that says so.”
- 496 -
yourself in front of one of the monster’s
victims? Is that your plan, Harry?”
- 497 -
his monster myself, I’m asking to help.”
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Chapter 18:
A professor’s perspective
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their guardians as Harry, however. Oth-
er parents lack the ability or the time to
homeschool their children, and so, for as
long as they are willing to send us their
children, we are willing to accept them.”
He popped the sweet into his mouth, look-
ing grim.
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“That’s not what I meant to imply,” Sirius
muttered.
“Then-”
- 501 -
“But,” Dumbledore said, “the Ministry will
simply fill the positions with their own
people, with people from the Department
of Management and Control of Magical
Children, the School Board, or from the
Wizarding Examinations Board, and stu-
dents will be encouraged to return to re-
sume their studies.” Dumbledore sucked
on his sweet for a moment. “My students
are, as you’ve said, in danger, and I’m do-
ing what I can to resolve that-”
- 502 -
leaving them in the hands of the Ministry
would align with that at all.”
- 503 -
having been around on several occasions
to see Lily verbally tearing strips off Sly-
therins who’d judged her for her blood.
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be very indicative of that student’s desire
to stay, I should think,” Dumbledore said.
“I struggle to believe-”
- 505 -
“And then there’s the muggle parents,”
Dumbledore sighed. “Mr Creevey’s father
has, of course been notified, and some will
have been told by their children, but the
rest…? The rest have no concept of blood
status, or what the name Voldemort means
– if they know the name at all – and as-
sume that Hogwarts is dangerous anyway
because to them, magic is the unknown.”
He sighed again. “And that can’t be helped,
not with the Statute of Secrecy as firmly
in place as it is at present.” Sirius fiddled
with the dogtags he wore around his neck,
not sure what to say. “I do, however, agree
with you; it is not my place to withhold in-
formation from parents when it concerns
the safety of their children. When we are
done here, I will speak to Minerva and Po-
mona and Filius and Severus and deter-
mine how best to address them.”
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“Forgive me, Sirius,” Dumbledore said,
leaning forward in his chair, “but may I
ask why things are so different this year?”
Sirius, ridiculously, felt like a teenager
again, being asked why he and James had
blown up a suit of armour, or persuaded
Peeves to harass Snape.
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monster no one knows anything about,
and- and Voldemort. I just want him safe.”
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“Dumbledore can’t and won’t close the
school,” Sirius said, and Remus wasn’t en-
tirely surprised. “But he said that what I
do with Harry is up to me.” Remus flicked
his wand at the teapot and cups he kept
on the table in the corner, and they float-
ed over, along with his teabags and pot of
sugar.
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“You still haven’t said why you’re here.”
- 510 -
“I was thinking of sending him here, actu-
ally.”
“No,” he said.
“Does Harry?”
- 511 -
“I haven’t asked him yet,” Sirius sighed.
“But I think he’ll adjust to the idea-”
- 512 -
the Potters – told you so after your first
week at school – and look how that went.”
Sirius had a funny look on his face.
“Moony-”
- 513 -
different?”
- 514 -
in any way, shape or form my decision to
make.”
- 515 -
Won’t be on the train. I’ll work something
out. Be careful; I was right. See you soon.
Harry.
- 516 -
for someone to contradict him, but no one
did.
- 517 -
himself by making Scabbers run back and
forward along the seat after a bit of corned
beef from Ron’s otherwise untouched
sandwich, and Hermione vanished behind
a truly enormous book called Branches of
Magic and Their Use.
Hi, Tom.
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Try what? Have you been working on an-
other project?
- 519 -
of her book.
- 520 -
I feel- very close to you. I- I think it’s sim-
ilar to the way that you’re able to visit
me in the diary… now I can visit you on
the outside. I think this might be the be-
ginning of a solution to get me out of that
book. His voice sounded so hopeful that
Ginny couldn’t help but smile. I’m sorry I
startled you.
- 521 -
Thanks, Ginny said. I’m sorry I told Her-
mione your name. She’ll never let it go,
now.
- 522 -
night, after dinner.
- 523 -
back of the Defence classroom, and were
twenty minutes into the lesson when the
door opened and Harry slipped in. Ron
thought he looked far more tired than he
should, given he was returning from the
Christmas holidays.
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beast seems like a small sacrifice, in the
scheme of things.”
- 525 -
“What’s the monster?” Harry repeated.
- 526 -
keen deductive work, Miss Granger; those
are the exact conclusions I myself reached
only a few weeks ago-” Ron snorted.
- 527 -
go revealing everything to you… We’ve
all heard of your penchant for trouble and
your love of saving the day-” Malfoy – the
one Ron didn’t like – laughed, but their
Malfoy – who was calmly screwing the top
back onto his inkpot – looked amused as
well. “I’d never forgive myself if you got
yourself injured following information I’d
given you.”
- 528 -
vis asked. “For avoiding the monster?”
Nott and Bulstrode exchanged grim looks
over the top of her head, and Ron won-
dered – not for the first time – if Davis’
lineage might not be as pure as people like
Malfoy and Greengrass thought.
- 529 -
“-and so-” Lockhart smiled his silly smile
at them all. “-I was supposed to keep this
quiet, but I think you deserve to hear it;
I’ve approached Professor Dumbledore for
permission to start a duelling club at Hog-
warts.” Even Ron sat a little straighter
in his seat. “I expect notices will go up in
the common rooms sometime in the next
week-”
“Is-”
- 530 -
“No, I’ve said too much already. Mr Goyle,
I think you can start with the reading for
today; Holidays with Hags, Chapter Four.”
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Chapter 19:
A disarming day
- 532 -
“I don’t,” Hermione sighed, “understand
why we always seem to end up in here.”
Harry blinked, wondering if her frown
had more to do with the location than any-
thing.
- 533 -
“They don’t mind,” Harry assured her.
“They’re hardly up here anyway.” Hermi-
one’s frown didn’t quite go away.
- 534 -
the usual.”
- 535 -
“Dunno,” Harry said, shaking his head.
“He’s the Heir, though, so surely he’d have
to be here-”
- 536 -
“It’s in Hogwarts: A History,” Hermione
said, rolling her eyes. “Gryffindor had
a sword, Ravenclaw a diadem, and Huf-
flepuff a cup.”
- 537 -
“Why’s that?” Hermione asked curiously,
but Harry refused to say anything more.
She looked disappointed, and he was cer-
tain she’d be off to the library as soon as
she could, to read up on the Founders’ ob-
jects.
- 538 -
could, to have ready for his return… But
then, over the summer, following Croak-
er’s possession and death, the Ministry
had searched the homes of its employees
and Ministry associates. Mr Malfoy would
have had things to hide. Things Dobby
would have known about. Things Dobby
might have decided to warn Harry and
Draco about.
- 539 -
“Well, obviously Sirius was worried,” Ron
said. Both Hermione and Draco looked a
little surprised at that, and Harry was
surprised as well, that Ron had guessed
it. “I don’t know how you talked him into
it, Harry; if it was Mum and I was the one
with a murderous lunatic after me, she’d
have probably just put me in a Body-Bind
and tucked me away in my room.”
- 540 -
He chuckled. “He wasn’t happy about it
all, but I’ve promised I won’t go looking
for trouble-”
- 541 -
“You’ve been speaking with Peter?” Mar-
lene asked, looking up from a letter from
Neville Longbottom. She’d sent him a let-
ter after his Sorting the year before, to
congratulate him, and they’d fallen into
an irregular correspondence during the
school terms; during holidays, they tend-
ed to bump into each other at St Mungo’s.
- 542 -
“That’s what you got out of all of that?” Sir-
ius asked. He spun on his heel to pace back
the other way, almost bowling Kreacher
over in the process. Kreacher, though, had
years of experience dealing with his Mas-
ter, and dodged with ease. He settled him-
self with his dinner and a single – rare –
butterbeer, by the fire and the Black family
tapestry, with a contented look on his face.
Marlene didn’t spend enough time in the
drawing room to know if this was a habit
of Kreacher’s, but he seemed at ease, and
Sirius hadn’t commented on it. That said,
she doubted he’d even noticed;
- 543 -
pacing to scowl at her, and then bowed
into Padfoot. He didn’t seem to know what
to do as a dog though; for a moment, Mar-
lene thought he might have been enter-
taining the notion of destroying one of the
pillows on the couch, or going to gnaw on
the tapestry, but then thought better of it
and turned back into a human again. The
pacing resumed.
- 544 -
“You told me he didn’t, that he just want-
ed you to see both sides-” Sirius stopped to
scowl at her again. Marlene dropped her
eyes back to her letter, and waved at him
to continue.
- 545 -
“Ask Robards to assign Aurors to the
school,” Marlene said, folding Neville’s
letter up. She’d read it – the parts about
what was for dinner at Hogwarts, and the
conversation Neville had had with Nearly
Headless Nick - to Alice and Frank tomor-
row.
- 546 -
It had clearly been the wrong thing to say.
Sirius’ face shut down entirely, and he was
silent for one… two… three… four… five
seconds, and then he opened his mouth,
and Marlene braced herself for what would
doubtless be a scathing retort, when Siri-
us blinked and tore his pocket in his haste
to retrieve his mirror from his pocket.
- 547 -
quirk up at the corner.
- 548 -
“Maybe Reg did circle it,” Sirius said. “I’ll
have a look in the library here, see if I can
identify it. Can you send the clipping back
with Hedwig?”
- 549 -
“Locket?” she asked.
- 550 -
and he was looking around, as if for help.
“I’m sorry, but the posters were promoting
this for people in second year and up-”
- 551 -
ded at her.
- 552 -
mildly revolted at the idea of belonging to
anyone. “Now, the charm is Expelliarmus
and the wand movement is as follows-”
Lockhart gave his wand a quick twist. “-so
now-”
- 553 -
ple between them and the platform. A re-
sounding silence met Lockhart’s question,
and he straightened himself and waved a
hand at Snape, who nodded.
- 554 -
ed. “Very good, an excellent demonstration,
Professor Snape. Just be glad it wasn’t a
real duel; I’m sorry to tell you that if we
were playing for keeps, that things might
have gone rather differently.”
- 555 -
Chapter 20:
The speaker
- 556 -
hand.
- 557 -
scowled, and muttered – only just loudly
enough for Harry to hear him – the spell
again, this time, with his wand pointed at
George. “Did-”
- 558 -
“I’m speechless too, Professor.” He’d re-
trieved his wand, and was standing beside
Fred, with a hand over his heart. “Perfect
spell, old chap; that wand movement, that
catch-”
- 559 -
her swap with Ginny. Hermione looked
grateful for it.
- 560 -
“Tell Weasley to check his trunk for dung-
bombs before bed tonight,” Draco said,
pinching the bridge of his nose. “I prom-
ised those two I’d sneak one in there.”
- 561 -
Huffleuff’s Seeker, and Percy’s Prefect
friend from Ravenclaw – with some trepi-
dation.
“And perhaps…”
- 562 -
ing Hydrus beat or hurt another student,
or by having Hydrus embarrassed and an-
gry at losing to another student. Really,
why hadn’t the boy just had the sense to
keep his mouth shut, and then Severus
could have had Diggory and Clearwater
duel, or made the Weasley twins face off
against each other.
- 563 -
in response, but didn’t hear what had ac-
tually been said. “-now, to your ends of the
platform. On three; one, two-”
“-three!”
“Petfrificus tot-”
- 564 -
sure, and Hydrus’ face turned comically
revolted. He coughed up soapy bubbles,
and Harry grinned. Ron looked ecstatic,
and lots of the onlookers were laughing.
“Tar-”
- 565 -
upright. The spell missed Hydrus’ wand
arm, but hit his other arm, which plas-
tered itself to his side. “Torpeo!” Harry
said again, and Hydrus hopped out of the
way, and tried another full Body-Bind. The
spell ruffled Harry’s hair, but, thankfully,
missed. “Ventus!” Hydrus tumbled to the
platform, bringing him down to Harry’s
level. Harry thought Lockhart might have
said something. “Exp-”
- 566 -
hiccoughed a bubble, which made it all
the better. Harry grinned, and Hydrus’
expression darkened.
- 567 -
hart’s spell to hit it; it, however, only flew
into the air with a hiss that Harry didn’t
understand and landed with a thump.
- 568 -
zen somewhere between horror and sur-
prise. The snake let out a hiss that didn’t
seem to mean anything. Ginny shuddered,
and wrapped her arms around herself.
Snakes didn’t talk- well, they did, but only
parseltongues were supposed to be able to
understand them, and Ginny wasn’t- Gin-
ny couldn’t be a parselmouth. That was
a Dark gift, and Ginny was a Gryffindor
and- “-for hurting,” the snake continued,
making Ginny flinch, “ssso hurt you I will-
”
- 569 -
ning for the doors as soon as she was free
of the crowd.
- 570 -
was startled to see he was wearing the
same surprised expression as Hydrus.
Harry glanced around; Snape and Hydrus
weren’t the only ones. Just about everyone
in the Hall looked either disbelieving or
frightened, and Harry saw long, red hair
– Ginny’s hair – disappearing through the
door. Hermione’s bushy head followed just
after.
- 571 -
just about empty, because everyone else
was downstairs, likely listening to Lock-
hart try to take credit for getting rid of the
snake.
- 572 -
he ever-”
- 573 -
“You could understand me,” Harry said,
still frowning. “Just not the snake-”
- 574 -
right, Harry. Lockhart was right? Did you
hit your head in your duel-”
- 575 -
the corridor, out of breath and clutching
her side. “What’s- why did you leave? Are
you all right?”
- 576 -
“What?”
- 577 -
ry found the Heir-” Tom did something
that sent a spike of pain through Ginny’s
head. She pressed her hand to her temple,
wincing. “-in an old book. It’s- oh, Ginny,
it’s You-Know-Who!” A thrill of fear ran
through her.
“You’re sure?”
- 578 -
“Fine,” Ginny said again, too overwhelmed
to come up with any other words.
- 579 -
Chapter 21:
The Heir’s heir
- 580 -
a question that none of Harry’s friends
would repeat to him.
- 581 -
she believed the rumours too.
- 582 -
“Shall I-”
- 583 -
silent. “First and foremost, are you all
right?”
- 584 -
Harry was well aware of McGonagall look-
ing at him with pity, not because he could
see it, but because he could smell it. It was
a sickly sort of smell.
- 585 -
“Indeed?”
- 586 -
going to go from here.”
- 587 -
“But the fact remains, that they are scared,
and people who are scared can be danger-
ous,” Dumbledore said. “I have no wish
to see you in danger, Harry, and so, must
ask if you’re sure you want to remain at
Hogwarts.”
- 588 -
sion that this Chamber business might
be the way to go about it…” His cheeri-
ness faded, and he was left looking grim.
“I heard whispers over Christmas, though
everything seems to have fallen quiet in
the last week.” He paused and glanced at
McGonagall. “Whether that’s a good thing
remains to be seen.”
- 589 -
“It seems likely,” Dumbledore said grave-
ly. “Obviously we are doing what we can
to keep the students safe but-”
- 590 -
him down, Harry. As I said before, I have
no wish to see you in danger-”
“I’m always-”
- 591 -
“Or for the prophecy,” Harry said quiet-
ly. McGonagall made a soft, questioning
noise, and Dumbledore shook his head at
her.
- 592 -
and very responsible-” Dumbledore’s eyes
were sad. “-but you are not alone in this,
Harry, and it is not solely your responsi-
bility-”
- 593 -
he said, lifting a finger, “I want my stu-
dents safe, Harry. All of them.” Dumble-
dore caught Harry’s eyes with his own,
and Harry did his best to hold the contact,
until it became too much.
- 594 -
“You nearly got yourself crushed,” Harry
retorted, arching an eyebrow at him.
- 595 -
thrown at me, for being the Heir.” He rolled
his eyes and Draco’s expression tightened.
He opened his mouth, and then closed it
again. Harry didn’t mind the silence. His
talk with Dumbledore had given him lots
to think about.
- 596 -
ner… Which wasn’t much,” he added dis-
approvingly.
- 597 -
I dunno, gave me some of his powers or
something.” Harry grimaced. “In a sense,
I am the Heir, because I inherited those
powers from someone from the bloodline-”
- 598 -
Hermione? You could have gone with
them, instead of waiting-”
- 599 -
“What are you smiling at?” Draco asked.
- 600 -
“I don’t know,” Tom lied. “I just thought,
instead of you only hearing my voice, that
I could try to create our own little place in
your head, where you can see me, and I
can see you. Like being in the diary, with-
out having to be.” Ginny’s mind was about
as good; as empty as the pages of his dia-
ry, and very much open to him.
- 601 -
here, in her head, as it did in the diary.
She made a quiet, pleased sound, but her
frown didn’t fade.
“Yes.”
- 602 -
too still and too quietly. Tom was just glad
she’d be dead in a few weeks.
- 603 -
“Maybe not here,” she said. Her mental
self climbed out of its chair, and looked
around the mindscape. “How do I get out
of this?” she asked.
- 604 -
chattered away in his mindscape. I won-
der what the Headmaster wanted to talk
to him about. He really did. In all likeli-
hood, Dumbledore was probably just con-
cerned for the boy, but Harry Potter trou-
bled Tom. He was nosey, but apparently
quite resourceful – he had, after all, man-
aged to trace Tom’s family back to Slyther-
in, something that had taken Tom himself
almost a year – and Tom could just tell he
would do his best to interfere as soon as he
got the chance.
- 605 -
feated Tom’s older self twice.
- 606 -
had managed to get that particular gift was
beyond Tom. Parselmouth – in every case
that he’d ever heard of (and there weren’t
many) – was only inherited through blood.
Tom was even beginning to fear that his
older self might have- that he and Harry
Potter might be- related.
- 607 -
not to sound impatient. Now hush; may-
be they’ll explain more. Thankfully, she
didn’t argue with him, or talk back. Tom
strained Ginny’s ears. He’d missed part of
the conversation, thanks to her interrup-
tion.
“I know that.”
- 608 -
Chapter 22:
Head hunting
- 609 -
are,” Sirius said, looking out over the
ocean as their boat skipped over a wave.
Wellington, who was sitting up the front,
shook; Sirius could smell his suppressed
laugh.
- 610 -
Sirius didn’t like it. He wanted to put his
ears back, and lift his hackles. “Clearly
you’re quite well informed already.”
- 611 -
“I’m sure if you approached Dumbledore,
then, he’d be happy to give you more infor-
mation.”
- 612 -
“He’s not normally like that, is he?”
Wellington asked. He looked grim, and
punched in the numbers without seeming
to think about it; his eyes held Sirius’ the
whole time.
- 613 -
course he’d love to fix it; might get himself
back into his role as Senior Undersecre-
tary, feel like he’s back in the loop.” Even
as he said it, though, something niggled
at Sirius. He pushed it aside, as the tele-
phone box settled in the Atrium. “I wasn’t
going to indulge him, though.”
Tom.
- 614 -
Ginny, he replied warily; she wasn’t call-
ing him, or checking to see if he was there;
she knew. It was very, very basic Occlu-
mency, being able to detect another pres-
ence in one’s mind – in fact, most people
knew instinctively – but Ginny had nev-
er noticed before, and so she’d clearly set
this up, perhaps even subconsciously. He
probed the top layers of her thoughts, and
found pain, and guilt and stubbornness.
It was very interesting. Tom didn’t like it.
What’s wrong? he asked. He tried to take
a look through her eyes, but couldn’t; not
without being forceful, anyway; bits of
Ginny’s mind were restricting his access.
- 615 -
explained the mental defences; he proba-
bly had torn something in his haste to get
back to the diary to plan, and Ginny’s head
was busy patching itself up. She probably
didn’t even know.
- 616 -
tone, and then tried to sound sad. I really
had no idea such a thing would happen-
About what?
- 617 -
hurt so much-
- 618 -
Have to manage on my own, Ginny said. I
don’t think that’s a bad thing, really. I do
appreciate your help, but- well, I know my
first year classes bore you-
- 619 -
I think you need to rest, Tom said, sooth-
ingly. We’ll talk about this later, when I’ve
had more of a chance to think about things,
and worked out how to make the common
room without hurting you too much.
No, Tom-
- 620 -
Tom, Ginny said crossly, as soon as she felt
him, I told you, you can’t be in my head-
- 621 -
head a day later? she asked.
- 622 -
What gave you that idea? he asked wasp-
ishly. The fact that I’ve been trapped there,
for years and years, all alone, or-
- 623 -
that he’d left, and that he’d never talk to
her again, except she could feel him in her
head.
- 624 -
Tom-
- 625 -
What rankled most about it all, though,
was that she was- she wasn’t wrong; he
had been too obvious about spending time
in her head, and he’d shown her too effort-
lessly just how much power he could have
over her, if he so chose. Yes, the worst thing
about all of this was that it was partially
his fault. He kicked the armchair again.
- 626 -
They needed to be out of the way, or at
least distracted before he could really get
started. He knew exactly how, thanks to
the conversation he’d overheard, but he
didn’t know how to get to Potter. Tom sat
down in his own armchair, and thought.
- 627 -
felt himself at the other end. He threw
his Occlumency up, to block the other out,
while he prepared his Legillimency for
an attack. Tom had no intentions of join-
ing up with his other self, the weak one,
who’d lost to Potter too many times, and
who had no supporters that weren’t in Az-
kaban, nor did he have any intentions of
joining up with any of the other bits of his
soul; he’d split it for a reason.
- 628 -
now? Tom wrote, sure now, that that some-
how explained what he’d felt.
- 629 -
back, putting his hands up. “Not just sit
there.”
- 630 -
I’ve never really liked Quidditch, a smooth
voice said. Harry didn’t recognise it, and
he looked around. There was no one near
him, though and the voice had sounded so
close. Stupid game, if you ask me.
- 631 -
Chapter 23:
A piece named Tom
“Potter!”
“Harry!”
“Harry, mate?”
- 632 -
“Easy, Potter,” Wood said, as Harry squint-
ed up at him. “It’s not good for your head-”
- 633 -
tender lump.
- 634 -
arms hovering by his sides, likely ready to
catch Harry if he needed to. Harry shooed
him away.
- 635 -
said softly. I wouldn’t want to be alone
with me, if I was you.
- 636 -
ry become an Animagus – which Padfoot
could very well lose his job over, if anyone
found out?
- 637 -
He took the stairs two at a time, which
made his injured head hurt more and
more, but Harry hardly noticed, so intent
he was on getting himself to Dumbledore’s
office.
- 638 -
in reply. He started up the stairs. Dumb-
ledore opened the door to the office just as
Harry lifted his hand to knock.
- 639 -
on the lump on Harry’s head, moved to
Harry’s eyes at once. Dumbledore moved
back, seemingly to get a better look at him.
- 640 -
Now tell him-
Shut up!
- 641 -
He’s worked it out, Tom said.
- 642 -
But that isn’t what I meant when I said
how I’m doing it, Tom said.
- 643 -
of way.
How’s that?
- 644 -
“Yes, sir.”
- 645 -
What does he mean? Tom asked sharply.
- 646 -
“He’s- hurting me,” Harry mumbled, and
then slumped sideways. His pulse still
hammered beneath the skin at his neck,
and his chest still rose and fell without
difficulty, so Albus forced himself to relax.
He added higher armrests to the chair, so
that Harry couldn’t fall out of it. He’d just
finished doing that, when the fireplace
flared green.
- 647 -
fetch his furry-”
- 648 -
repositioning himself on the back of the
chair, and for the sounds of Albus’ instru-
ments whirring on their table. Then, the
fire flared again, and Sirius stepped out.
He took several steps forward, toward
Harry, then it seemed to register that he
was unconscious, and paused.
- 649 -
glance at Sirius.
- 650 -
mind magic. Any of the three of us-” He
gestured to himself, Severus and Albus.
“-have the skill to aid him, I’m certain,
but it’s not worth the risk. He is perfectly
capable of causing enough damage to Pot-
ter’s mind without us blundering around
in there as well.”
- 651 -
himself, or was He talking to you through
the boy?”
- 652 -
for the possessor to ingrain themselves
deeply enough to have any real power over
their victim. Since I’ve seen first-hand
how Potter regards the Dark Lord, I high-
ly doubt there’s any degree of trust there,
which suggests it’s the latter.”
“So-”
“Recharge?”
- 653 -
Snape and Quirrell stepped back, looking
revolted, but Dumbledore cleared it away
with a sweep of his wand, and moved for-
ward with Sirius.
Thank Merlin.
- 654 -
and making me control the monster, and
attack Colin, and Mrs-”
- 655 -
“Why’s he here?” Harry demanded.
- 656 -
“Can you help me stop him from possess-
ing me next time he tries?” Harry asked.
“I don’t want to attack anyone else-”
- 657 -
amount of skill,” Dumbledore said. “Skill
that Voldemort has, but Tom…”
- 658 -
“What do you mean by Tom?” Sirius asked.
“That’s twice that you’ve-”
“How-”
- 659 -
“They’ve had a lot of trouble with time
turners,” Sirius said. “Awful accidents,
like across-time splinching, and whole
families being erased from the timeline,
and they’re experts-”
- 660 -
crux? And what did that mean? First off, it
meant that Voldemort hadn’t split his soul
once – in the locket – but that he’d done it
again with- well, Sirius didn’t know what
it was with, but it was with something.
And second, if it was a horcrux, and it was
behind the Chamber of Secrets attacks,
how on earth were they supposed to stop
it?
- 661 -
Chapter 24:
To be a host
- 662 -
from beaming at Dumbledore, to shooting
Sirius a pleading look. Sirius nodded at
Snape, who rolled his eyes, but looked un-
surprised.
- 663 -
Quirrell said.
- 664 -
“If it is an unwilling possession,” Sirius
said, unwilling to let on about horcruxes –
because he didn’t trust Quirrell with that
information – but needing answers, “then
he wouldn’t be spending all of his time
with them, would he?”
- 665 -
“But you said that moving around makes
him tired.”
“Yes, Potter-”
- 666 -
someone to see to the Slytherins while
Snape was with them, and to get the stu-
dents to their common rooms. Once there,
they were to be asked about any suspi-
cious behaviour or magic they’d seen that
day; most specifically, the hours before
Harry’d gone to Quidditch (because there
was no way of knowing when he’d been
possessed), and in the last half hour, since
Tom had left Harry’s head.
- 667 -
even think to come up with an insult to
follow the Death Eater statement. “And, if
you’ll excuse me, Headmaster, I’ll not have
another teacher managing my Slytherins
under these circumstances. I should be
there with them.”
- 668 -
rather think Madam Wolple will want me
back in time to help her close up.”
- 669 -
only at Harry, Quirrell bobbed his head.
- 670 -
to Gryffindor tower. You’ve had an event-
ful evening, to say the least-”
- 671 -
“Pardon?” Dumbledore asked, blinking.
“A horcrux. It’s-”
- 672 -
this information? The existence of a hor-
crux is not something that every Auror and
his godson-” At this, Dumbledore’s mouth
twitched beneath his beard. “-ought to
know about.”
- 673 -
nile, but he was clever, and Sirius knew
the moment he worked it out; his eyes nar-
rowed, almost dangerously at Sirius, and
then his face reset itself when he turned
back to Harry.
“Sirius-”
- 674 -
said, almost faintly. He sat back down,
and Fawkes flew to his side, chirruping.
Dumbledore’s mouth opened and closed
several times, and then, finally, pinching
the bridge of his long nose he seemed to
put away the other questions and judge-
ments he had, and asked, “And is it still
intact?” Sirius felt his expression sour.
- 675 -
yond magical repair is all any of the books
say about getting rid of them. There was a
huge purge centuries back, but no details
on how-”
“Mostly inanimate?”
- 676 -
It was an unspoken agreement between
Harry and Sirius not to talk about specif-
ics of that afternoon. Even Remus didn’t
know the full version of events.
- 677 -
the button for the fourth floor, then wiped
his sweaty palms on his robes. He, and the
other three non-Auror occupants of the
building – Mrs Hardy on the first floor,
and Olivier Roche and his daughter Marie
from the third floor - had been given small,
glowing blue pebbles that let them use the
lift (which had been charmed to refuse to
carry anyone without one), so that they
didn’t have to use the stairs.
- 678 -
In the first few months, it hadn’t real-
ly mattered, because none of them had
known each other all that well, and they’d
kept to themselves. As Dora’s course pro-
gressed, though, and the Aurors got closer
and more comfortable around each other,
things had changed.
- 679 -
plicated wards; some would repel peo-
ple, some that would create illusions – of
other wards, to waste people’s time, or to
make it seem like the stairs had moved al-
together – some that would trap them in
place until they could undo the runes that
bound them. Neither Beth or Luc tended
to target the staircase directly; instead,
they held little make-shift skirmishes all
throughout the building, and favoured the
staircase just as much as the hallways,
the other flats, and the small garden on
the roof.
- 680 -
tled down to dinner, and then – generally
Dora – would hear her voice telling them
that their dinner looked good tonight, or
did Dora just trip over the couch again,
because something just thudded on Asha’s
kitchen roof, or Canis had found his way
into Asha’s flat again (and Merlin knew
how he navigated the perilous halls), could
one of them please come and get him be-
fore she has an allergic reaction?
- 681 -
she’d started to use spells that needed ver-
bal counters against him) by startling her
in the hallway, but she also said it kept
her on her toes, and in his letters, Mad-
Eye said that one could never be too vigi-
lant. And so, Remus dealt with it in good
humour, as long as he could have his blue
pebble and the lift.
- 682 -
the name ‘Sato’ and thought that rather
explained it; Dora had told him in strict
confidence that Beth fancied the Auror co-
ordinator, but refused to act on it because
it would be unprofessional. Remus had
replied that they’d just be a very intimi-
dating, very capable couple, and Dora had
laughed and said he didn’t understand.
- 683 -
oblivious to the fact that she was intrud-
ing.
- 684 -
menacing our neighbours.” Canis yawned
in response, and Remus thought about it
for a moment, and decided it was best that
Canis was here; that way, he couldn’t yowl
at the front door to be let in, and the neigh-
bours couldn’t come by – either with him,
or to ask one of them to come and fetch
him. Yes, it was best that the cat stayed
here.
- 685 -
Harry, but Dora asked him what he was
doing, and then asked him to wait, so that
she could write too. Remus set the parch-
ment aside and tried to think who else he
could write to. Matt was due to visit on
the weekend, so there wasn’t much point
writing to him, and Remus was waiting
for replies from both Sirius and Hagrid,
so he couldn’t write to them either… And
then who else was there? He drummed his
fingers on his desk, then got up and decid-
ed to read a book.
- 686 -
about potion-making; more specifically,
polyjuice and the animagus potions, or
what sounded a bit like a mix of them both.
More than that, thought, Remus couldn’t
say; he was terrible at potions.
- 687 -
“Please,” he said, a little weakly, as she
headed toward their little kitchen. “Did
you do much today?”
- 688 -
because it meant he’d have a bigger role,
and more freedom with his curriculum.
- 689 -
it-”
- 690 -
a new staircase set-up idea. It’s nothing
that can’t wait until morning, surely. But
he followed Dora into the living room, and
craned his neck around the corner to see
who it was when she opened the door.
- 691 -
as she fixed his hair.
- 692 -
“I’ll get you a cup of tea,” Dora said, with
a look between them.
- 693 -
pinching his nose. “Ah, sorry,” Sirius said.
He took a deep breath. “So Harry met
Voldemort today, and we think we might
have found a horcrux.”
- 694 -
Chapter 26:
Losing control
- 695 -
You’re the Heir, she wrote. And Hermione
said the Heir is You-Know-Who, so that
means you’re him-
- 696 -
No trick, he wrote. I haven’t attacked any-
one. I don’t have a body, remember?
- 697 -
had gone through the page.
- 698 -
again – and it was obviously just brute force
behind it, because the tip of her quill had
snapped and cracked. The pinching sensa-
tion started again, and Tom endured it…
and shared it, so that she felt it too. She
winced – he felt that, barely – under the
pain of his intrusion, but kept at it. Tom
didn’t think there was anything sweeter
than her horror, as she watched the pages
fix themselves. She started trying to shred
it, and the page would tear, but fix itself
before she could get the page out.
- 699 -
Say you’re fine, he said. He could feel her
fury. Do it now, or we’ll go out there and
put her in the hospital wing with Creevey.
“Weasley?”
No.
- 700 -
Tom braced himself, and loosened his hold
on her jaw.
- 701 -
Stop it! she shouted. She was throwing all
of her mental strength against his, but it
wasn’t enough.
- 702 -
concentrated on dodging a loose shoe, and
Tom jammed her mouth shut before any-
thing else could come out. When he was
confident he had control, he forced out a
“Goodnight.” He needn’t have bothered;
all he got was a sleepy mumble from in-
side the other girl’s curtains.
No.
- 703 -
talk. Do you have anything you want to
talk about? Ginny ignored him, and Tom
had her tuck the diary under her pillow.
This is going to be very dull if you just sit
here silently.
- 704 -
But he hadn’t even tried to talk his way
out of it, or deny it, and then he’d told her
that it was her – and she couldn’t see why
he’d lie about that, so she thought it might
have been true – and then she’d known
it was true, because he’d proven that he
could walk and talk for her, that she was
nothing more than a puppet, and he’d hurt
her, and the diary hadn’t even had a hole
left in it, despite the fact that she’d stabbed
it over and over with her quill. And now
there was nothing she could do, she was
trapped, a prisoner in her own body, and
she couldn’t believe she’d been so stupid.
- 705 -
knew it couldn’t be good, and that Harry
was probably in danger, and Ron and Her-
mione and Draco, because they were Har-
ry’s friends.
- 706 -
You’ve ruined everything, she told Tom.
My family, my friends- and now I’m going
to lose them all, because who will want
anything to do with me after this?
- 707 -
“Percy,” she croaked. He was sitting in an
armchair, with bags under his eyes, but
looked alert all the same. He stood and
moved toward her.
- 708 -
as Bill or Charlie – but he hugged her now,
and Ginny clung to him for dear life. “I just
want him gone,” she said. “Please, Percy-”
- 709 -
had to be. “I-I’ll hold it until we get there,
and then you can have it. I’ll- hide or- some-
thing. I don’t want them to know that I-”
Percy took her hand, and squeezed, and
led the way toward the portrait hole.
- 710 -
No! No, no, no, no, no-
- 711 -
know. She’d thought he’d just left on his
own, or lost focus.
- 712 -
you near them- Tom was silent, probably
trying to work out whether she was be-
ing truthful or not. Then, Ginny’s mouth
opened.
- 713 -
best mixed with truth. And he knows
about me, so if you try to draw my wand,
he’ll put a Body Bind on me, and still go
straight to the Headmaster. And that was
the bluff, but Tom seemed to be believing
it. Ginny could taste victory. It’s over, she
said.
- 714 -
Ginny loved him for it. She just wondered
what Tom was playing at.
- 715 -
forward, and rolled Percy over with her
foot. Percy wasn’t even frowning, though
his glasses were askew. He hadn’t even
suspected.
- 716 -
he’d go straight to Dumbledore.
- 717 -
Lady knows we left together. She’ll tell
Dumbledore, and once they have me, they
have you.
- 718 -
er than her. He was just a boy, and Gin-
ny had enough brothers to know that boys
didn’t always think things through, par-
ticularly when they were angry, and Tom
was angry at the moment. She could feel
his fury bubbling in her head, adding to
her splitting headache.
- 719 -
ed from fighting her all day, but couldn’t
afford to let her know that, and she’d real-
ise if he had to control her for much longer.
But one misstep, and I’ll take control back,
and I’ll change my mind about your broth-
er. Percy was off to Myrtle’s bathroom to
stare into the mirror and wait for the bas-
ilisk to petrify him. Much as Tom hated
to admit it, Ginny was right that killing
him would stand out. But, the basilisk
also would have instructions – delivered,
hopefully coherently – by Percy, to roam
the school tonight and petrify or kill – Tom
didn’t care – anyone else it came across,
muggleborn or otherwise. That way, Per-
cy’s attack wouldn’t stand out at all, but it
would serve its purpose; by the time Percy
could be restored with mandrakes, Ginny
would be dead, Tom would have a body,
and it wouldn’t matter what Percy knew.
- 720 -
to have her voice back. It was too late for
Tom to change his mind and kill Percy,
but Ginny didn’t know that, so he knew
she’d behave. “I’ve just got the most aw-
ful headache.” Tom was almost impressed
with her composure. He’d expected tears
at the very least, and maybe a tantrum at
worst, but she’d been oddly silent. He pre-
ferred her that way, it was just… unnerv-
ing.
- 721 -
write and ask, though.”
- 722 -
Chapter 26:
Losing control
- 723 -
You’re the Heir, she wrote. And Hermione
said the Heir is You-Know-Who, so that
means you’re him-
- 724 -
No trick, he wrote. I haven’t attacked any-
one. I don’t have a body, remember?
- 725 -
had gone through the page.
- 726 -
again – and it was obviously just brute force
behind it, because the tip of her quill had
snapped and cracked. The pinching sensa-
tion started again, and Tom endured it…
and shared it, so that she felt it too. She
winced – he felt that, barely – under the
pain of his intrusion, but kept at it. Tom
didn’t think there was anything sweeter
than her horror, as she watched the pages
fix themselves. She started trying to shred
it, and the page would tear, but fix itself
before she could get the page out.
- 727 -
Say you’re fine, he said. He could feel her
fury. Do it now, or we’ll go out there and
put her in the hospital wing with Creevey.
“Weasley?”
No.
- 728 -
Tom braced himself, and loosened his hold
on her jaw.
- 729 -
Stop it! she shouted. She was throwing all
of her mental strength against his, but it
wasn’t enough.
- 730 -
concentrated on dodging a loose shoe, and
Tom jammed her mouth shut before any-
thing else could come out. When he was
confident he had control, he forced out a
“Goodnight.” He needn’t have bothered;
all he got was a sleepy mumble from in-
side the other girl’s curtains.
No.
- 731 -
talk. Do you have anything you want to
talk about? Ginny ignored him, and Tom
had her tuck the diary under her pillow.
This is going to be very dull if you just sit
here silently.
- 732 -
But he hadn’t even tried to talk his way
out of it, or deny it, and then he’d told her
that it was her – and she couldn’t see why
he’d lie about that, so she thought it might
have been true – and then she’d known
it was true, because he’d proven that he
could walk and talk for her, that she was
nothing more than a puppet, and he’d hurt
her, and the diary hadn’t even had a hole
left in it, despite the fact that she’d stabbed
it over and over with her quill. And now
there was nothing she could do, she was
trapped, a prisoner in her own body, and
she couldn’t believe she’d been so stupid.
- 733 -
knew it couldn’t be good, and that Harry
was probably in danger, and Ron and Her-
mione and Draco, because they were Har-
ry’s friends.
- 734 -
You’ve ruined everything, she told Tom.
My family, my friends- and now I’m going
to lose them all, because who will want
anything to do with me after this?
- 735 -
“Percy,” she croaked. He was sitting in an
armchair, with bags under his eyes, but
looked alert all the same. He stood and
moved toward her.
- 736 -
as Bill or Charlie – but he hugged her now,
and Ginny clung to him for dear life. “I just
want him gone,” she said. “Please, Percy-”
- 737 -
had to be. “I-I’ll hold it until we get there,
and then you can have it. I’ll- hide or- some-
thing. I don’t want them to know that I-”
Percy took her hand, and squeezed, and
led the way toward the portrait hole.
- 738 -
No! No, no, no, no, no-
- 739 -
know. She’d thought he’d just left on his
own, or lost focus.
- 740 -
you near them- Tom was silent, probably
trying to work out whether she was be-
ing truthful or not. Then, Ginny’s mouth
opened.
- 741 -
best mixed with truth. And he knows
about me, so if you try to draw my wand,
he’ll put a Body Bind on me, and still go
straight to the Headmaster. And that was
the bluff, but Tom seemed to be believing
it. Ginny could taste victory. It’s over, she
said.
- 742 -
Ginny loved him for it. She just wondered
what Tom was playing at.
- 743 -
forward, and rolled Percy over with her
foot. Percy wasn’t even frowning, though
his glasses were askew. He hadn’t even
suspected.
- 744 -
he’d go straight to Dumbledore.
- 745 -
Lady knows we left together. She’ll tell
Dumbledore, and once they have me, they
have you.
- 746 -
er than her. He was just a boy, and Gin-
ny had enough brothers to know that boys
didn’t always think things through, par-
ticularly when they were angry, and Tom
was angry at the moment. She could feel
his fury bubbling in her head, adding to
her splitting headache.
- 747 -
ed from fighting her all day, but couldn’t
afford to let her know that, and she’d real-
ise if he had to control her for much longer.
But one misstep, and I’ll take control back,
and I’ll change my mind about your broth-
er. Percy was off to Myrtle’s bathroom to
stare into the mirror and wait for the bas-
ilisk to petrify him. Much as Tom hated
to admit it, Ginny was right that killing
him would stand out. But, the basilisk
also would have instructions – delivered,
hopefully coherently – by Percy, to roam
the school tonight and petrify or kill – Tom
didn’t care – anyone else it came across,
muggleborn or otherwise. That way, Per-
cy’s attack wouldn’t stand out at all, but it
would serve its purpose; by the time Percy
could be restored with mandrakes, Ginny
would be dead, Tom would have a body,
and it wouldn’t matter what Percy knew.
- 748 -
to have her voice back. It was too late for
Tom to change his mind and kill Percy,
but Ginny didn’t know that, so he knew
she’d behave. “I’ve just got the most aw-
ful headache.” Tom was almost impressed
with her composure. He’d expected tears
at the very least, and maybe a tantrum at
worst, but she’d been oddly silent. He pre-
ferred her that way, it was just… unnerv-
ing.
- 749 -
write and ask, though.”
- 750 -
Chapter 27:
The reflection
- 750 -
Words that weren’t his – words that
weren’t even words – slithered out of his
mouth in a steady, menacing hiss.
Do it.
- 751 -
“Are you scared?” she asked incredulous-
ly.
- 752 -
“Well, I’m going to the kitchens,” she an-
nounced to the common room. “Anyone
else want to come?”
- 753 -
“What are you two doing here?” It was the
Fat Friar – she’d never met a more annoy-
ing ghost, always wanting to know about
her day, and if she was homesick – wring-
ing his hands. “Didn’t Professor Sprout
tell you – you’re not supposed to be out to-
night.”
- 754 -
him,” she said impatiently, pointing at the
Friar. He spun around, blocking her view
– and Smith’s, if the small, annoyed noise
he made was any indication – but before
she could crane her neck to get a better
look than that of the Friar’s translucent
midriff, an long tongue flickered around
the corner, followed by a pair of large eyes.
- 755 -
And now this. He sighed again, and hoped
for it to all be over soon. He didn’t even
hear the monster come in behind him, but
he did see it reflected in Riddle’s trophy.
- 756 -
map, but there was nothing there, just
her name in the otherwise empty library.
But she could hear it, and it was closer
this time. She felt tears prickle her eyes,
and reached for the cloak. Perhaps, if it
couldn’t see her, it couldn’t find her… But,
she’d read enough that night to know that
it would just listen to hear heart’s pound-
ing, or that it would smell her out. And,
if she was under the cloak, they’d never
find her, or what she’d found. She tore out
the page she’d been reading, and shoved it
into her bag.
- 757 -
hear footsteps, though, and took comfort
in that. Harry would kill her – again – if
Riddle got the map and cloak. Swallow-
ing a sob, she ran from her table. She’d
never outrun it, she knew. She wasn’t a
very fast runner, and she had a bag full of
books. She couldn’t fight it, or it would eat
her for sure, and if she closed her eyes and
refused to look at it, it would probably eat
her as well.
- 758 -
She took a deep, shuddering breath,
and looked into the window, rather than
through it. She could see movement be-
hind her scared reflection.
- 759 -
was last night, by Flitwick, and she’d been
glad; she’d much rather have her twin’s
company at a time like this, than her sis-
ter’s company back in Slytherin… even if
it did mean they had to share a bed, and
that she’d had to put up with her sister
snoring and hogging the sheets. “It’s near-
ly six and I want to get my things before
breakfast.”
“Isitsafe?”
- 760 -
“Hello?” she asked, and when there was
no response, decided it must just be a
pipe in the bathroom. She looked around,
shrugged, and kept walking. Then, she
saw the suit of armour ahead of her, mov-
ing. She frowned and drew her wand, and
went to talk a closer look. It wasn’t the ar-
mour moving, she decided after a second,
it was something in the armour, casting
dark green shadows over it. A reflection,
maybe.
- 761 -
if you’re going, I’m coming too. I want to
know how to keep him out.”
“ I’ll shower-”
- 762 -
“Really, Harry, it’ll be fine,” she said. “I’ll
find a book on mind magic, and do a bit
more reading on magical snakes-” She,
Draco and Weasley had been doing some
reading that afternoon, and found some
interesting possibilities for Slytherin’s
monster, but hadn’t had enough informa-
tion to confirm anything, one way or the
other. “-because now that we know who
it is, sorting out the monster and how it’s
getting around is the next step. Then we
can work out where it’s being kept, and we
can sort this whole mess out-”
- 763 -
“ I wouldn’t mind a walk,” Weasley said.
“And I can help you carry the bag.” Potter
looked relieved.
- 764 -
stay in our common rooms, so he won’t ex-
pect anyone to be out, and, even if he did,
he’d be stupid to risk an attack tonight,
with everyone on such high alert.”
She’d lied.
- 765 -
She’d said, “Come with me, all of you,” and
that had been it, but Draco had known.
And Weasley and the twins were panick-
ing too; they, like Draco, had noticed that
not only was She-Weasley missing, but
Prefect Weasley was as well.
- 766 -
run to hug his sister, and join his brothers
at Prefect Weasley’s bedside. Potter went
straight to the chair beside Granger’s bed,
and Draco followed him. His legs felt stiff.
Five other beds were occupied – Draco
recognised Astoria, and Flitwick, Smith,
the Hufflepuff ghost, as well as a girl from
Hufflepuff whose name he didn’t know. All
of them looked shocked, or confused, and
so incredibly still. It was unnerving.
- 767 -
“Why?” Potter croaked. “I mean- the
Greengrasses are purebloods, and so’s
Percy, and Smith-”
- 768 -
notice. “Miss Walker, Mr Smith and the
Fat Friar were all found near the kitchens,
and Filius was found in the trophy room.”
Her tartan handkerchief emerged from
a pocket in her robes, and she dabbed at
her eyes. “Thankfully, none of the attacks
were fatal, but I do wonder what the point
of it all was-”
- 769 -
“-letters written to the families of those af-
fected, of course, but beyond that-”
- 770 -
“Potter’s evidence. None of which is tan-
gible,” Lucius said, dismissively. “Hagrid
was responsible last time; removing him
now isn’t likely to hurt the situation, is
it?” He smiled; Dumbledore’s disapproval
was written all over his old face, but he
seemed not to have anything to say. Or,
perhaps he knew that Lucius’ mind was
made up.
- 771 -
just a key of sorts, or at least, that was the
impression that the Dark Lord had given
him when he first gave Lucius the diary.
He put it down to one of Dumbledore’s
many eccentricities. “No one is safe.”
- 772 -
were in attendance, and if the mudbloods
and bloodtraitors weren’t smart enough to
leave, they deserved whatever happened
to them. Dumbledore shook his head, an-
ger sparking behind his half-moon glass-
es, but he said nothing. Lucius gestured to
the hospital wing doors. “May we?”
- 773 -
ary had unleashed, and then disregarded
the thought; if she had known, she’d have
handed it right to the Headmaster and
he’d have burned it and Lucius wouldn’t
be visiting.
- 774 -
strode up to his son. Draco looked up, and
seemed not to recognise him for a few mo-
ments.
- 775 -
“I am.”
- 776 -
in a chilly tone that reminded Lucius of
Narcissa, somehow, “but you’d be stupid
to.” Lucius opened his mouth, angry now,
but Draco ploughed on. “Are you blind,
Father?! Five people and a ghost were at-
tacked last night-”
- 777 -
was at present. Then, Lucius might have
been able to better explain that this was
the Dark Lord’s work, and that it wasn’t
their place to question it. Lucius hadn’t
approved of everything the Dark Lord did
during the war, but he did believe it had
contributed toward the best cause, and so
he’d gone along with it. It was the same
now.
- 778 -
them, at least.” It was almost flippant, the
way he said it, but his eyes were sharp,
and watching Lucius closely.
- 779 -
matter what Draco thought he knew, he
had no right to speak to Lucius in such an
impertinent manner.
- 780 -
calm himself. He did his best not to let his
children see him riled, and he had no in-
tention of starting now. “If you truly want
to talk about disgrace, Draco, how about
we talk about the miserable look on your
face when I found you at Granger’s bed-
side? She’s a mudblood, she is nothing.”
Draco was pale, but his expression hadn’t
changed at all. “Or how about your accu-
sations of me, in the middle of the school?”
Lucius took another deep breath, and stood
tall over his son… though, not as tall as he
once had. Draco had grown this year, it
seemed. “I am on Board duty at the mo-
ment, and can’t take the time to deal with
your insolence now, but your behaviour is
unbecoming and will be dealt with later, I
assure you.”
- 781 -
Chapter 28:
Meeting Myrtle
- 781 -
wall beside his godson. Draco glanced up
at him, and nodded, then looked away
again. Severus sat, and tried not to look
down. Heights didn’t bother him, but he
never would have sat here on his own;
if he leaned back too far, he’d fall sever-
al storeys. Draco didn’t seem bothered by
that, though.
- 782 -
wouldn’t get him anywhere at the mo-
ment. “If it was Potter you might not even
bat an eye, because it happens so regular-
ly, but-” Draco startled him by making an
odd, sobbing sound, and Severus stopped
talking at once, trying to decide whether
he should comfort Draco or not. He was
a little reluctant to, however, because Lu-
cius could walk out at any moment, and
that could well make things worse.
- 783 -
“He did send you!” Draco leaped to his feet
and would have stormed off, but Severus
caught his sleeve.
“Sor-”
- 784 -
but if Lucius was aware of them, he gave
no indication. Draco scowled.
- 785 -
gardless of what he personally believed.
He’d never have called him stupid.
- 786 -
this would be Draco’s attitude for the next
little while. He’d come out expecting a sad
or confused Draco, and wasn’t entirely
sure what to do with an angry one. There
was no point in defending Lucius – Dra-
co wouldn’t listen, but Severus suspected
Lucius was in the wrong – but agreeing
with Draco would just make him angrier
and that wasn’t likely to help matters.
- 787 -
“They seem to have misplaced them-
selves.” McGonagall’s nostrils flared, but
she looked more worried than angry. Lit-
tle Ginny Weasley looked like she might
be ill, and Draco’s anger had already been
replaced by fear. “Keep an eye out, if you
would, Severus, and if they turn up, please
escort them back to Gryffindor.”
- 788 -
“Certainly,” he said, standing.
- 789 -
grim again; Harry suspected he’d remem-
bered why she was at the library, and that
Ron, like Harry and like Draco, were all
responsible because they hadn’t gone with
her.
- 790 -
of a long-faced, bespectacled girl in Hog-
warts robes, floating just above the first
toilet cubicle.
- 791 -
“Erm, no,” Harry said, deciding not to
talk about Ginny’s encounter with her,
“just that you lived here.” Ron was silent,
still staring up at her, bewildered. Myrtle
watched him for a long moment, and then
drifted down to the ground, so that she was
of a height with them, rather than hov-
ering up near the ceiling. She was a tiny
bit shorter than Ron, but Harry thought
she might have been a bit older than they
were.
- 792 -
“No,” Myrtle said. Harry stared at Ron,
confused. Had they got the bathroom
wrong? “His brother attacked me! I was
just sitting at the sinks, minding my own
business when he burst in here and ban-
ished me down the drain-!”
- 793 -
“He’s the one that attacked me,” she said.
She floated up a little bit, so that she could
look down on them.
- 794 -
“Olive Hornby fancied him, but I never
had anything to do with him. And the only
odd thing I’ve seen is two boys in a girl’s
bathroom.”
- 795 -
feeling. It occurred to Harry that he relied
on that, far too much these days. “It was
awful. And I’m not entirely sure what it is,
but it has big, yellow eyes-”
- 796 -
like this, can we?”
- 797 -
and Harry was sure he’d be back to talk
to Myrtle – if only because she seemed to
like him – and hopefully, Lockhart would
pass news of whatever he found onto Mc-
Gonagall or another teacher.
- 798 -
“But fear not, Harry. I’m on the case now,
well and truly-”
- 799 -
taking care of things. They ought to sleep
much more soundly once they’ve read my
take on the matter.”
- 800 -
the arrangement Harry had with Dumb-
ledore. Harry wasn’t sure whether he was
comforted by that, or frustrated.
- 801 -
“They were in the first floor bathroom,
Professor,” Lockhart said. McGonagall
raised an eyebrow at Harry, who held her
gaze. “Trying to solve this business with
the Heir, no doubt.”
“I don’t mind-”
- 802 -
Gilderoy.”
- 803 -
Chapter 29:
Falling into place
- 804 -
the Head of House.
- 805 -
them murmuring about it all morning.
Next to him, She-Weasley shifted, and one
of the twins put an arm around her.
- 806 -
– that is, the teachers – will likely escort
you to and from lessons, but that is yet to
be discussed, and again, I will keep you
updated.” She glanced around the com-
mon room, and then nodded once – in an
almost-sad-almost-proud sort of way – and
then she left.
- 807 -
there-”
- 808 -
“She was killed by the monster last time
the Chamber was opened,” Potter said.
“And Percy was just attacked there…
seems like there’s a bit of a pattern. Mc-
Gonagall said they searched it last time,
but couldn’t find anything, but she’s said
she’ll go and talk to Myrtle and she and
the other teachers will have another look
around.”
- 809 -
“No,” Weasley said. “She wasn’t very help-
ful.”
- 810 -
“You can carry it around in your school-
bag,” Weasley Two added. They were the
only ones that seemed entertained by it;
She-Weasley seemed least amused of them
all, and just stared.
- 811 -
“I think Hermione was – as usual – right,”
he said. All Draco could think of was how
still she’d been in the hospital wing that
morning, and how scared. Going with her
wouldn’t necessarily have kept her safer –
Astoria, a pureblood Slytherin was proof
of that – but what if it would have? Would
they ever know? Draco’s misery wriggled
in his chest, along with the anger at his
father. It was an unpleasant combination.
“I say we pass this onto McGonagall at
dinner-”
- 812 -
was blaming Draco.
- 813 -
what he’d been about to say, Draco could
tell from where his eyes went, and his wor-
ried expression, that Potter’s name would
have been the next word.
- 814 -
not slept much at all the night before, and
then there was the emotional trauma and
whatnot. Poor Ginny. Tom chuckled in her
mind, but she didn’t respond. Pleased, he
went back to listening.
- 815 -
“The fact that he’s involved at all is more
than enough for me, thank you,” Malfoy
said curtly.
- 816 -
sort of arguing was exactly what he need-
ed; if he could keep them at each other’s
throats, keep them distracted, then he’d
have a much easier time of things. He
wondered if or how he could use Ginny…
perhaps have her start a rumour about
Malfoy, or-
- 817 -
That’s your plan, isn’t it? she asked.
- 818 -
thrust a mental cage around the part of
Ginny’s mind that was Ginny’s control and
pushed her back into a corner, where she
wasn’t as bothersome. And, he clamped
her mouth shut so hard he tasted blood.
Ginny shrieked, frustrated and rattled
the cage.
- 819 -
last time-”
- 820 -
know he’ll want to,” he added, when Mal-
foy glared at him, “but last time-”
- 821 -
tell the school… someone will have seen
something-”
“Malfoy, you-”
- 822 -
“Oh,” Malfoy said. He was silent for a mo-
ment. “Best not. Hydrus is going to be a big
enough pain without you there.” He and
Weasley watched each other for a moment
and then Malfoy made an odd gesture and
said, “Brothers.” Weasley nodded.
- 823 -
Chapter 30:
Dumbledore’s dismissal
- 824 -
This was a letter with important news, the
sort of letter that had to let them know
what was going on – though Ron was sure
the school would have already – but had
to do so in a way that wouldn’t make Mum
worry more. Percy was good at that sort of
thing.
- 825 -
Ron dropped his quill, and put his head
in his hands. He hoped Malfoy was hav-
ing some luck with his brother and Dob-
by, and that they’d know where to look for
Riddle. He hoped that knowing where to
look would help them find him, and that
once they found him, they could make
him close the Chamber. He hoped that
the Mandrakes were ready soon, so that
he could have Percy and Hermione back,
and that Ginny could have them and Col-
in, and that maybe she’d cheer up a bit.
- 826 -
for at least ten minutes.
- 827 -
ing down. “The Board moved quickly, from
the looks of things. He appointed McGona-
gall as Headmistress while he’s gone, but
that’s all just formality; the Board’ll run
the school until they find someone they
like better…” Ron’s frown was mirrored on
Harry and Malfoy’s faces. “But they’d all
have seen me if I’d gone in, and I thought
the school’s looking bad enough as it is-”
- 828 -
“Apparently not. Father was talking to
the witch when I first got there-” Ron felt
bad for Malfoy, really, he did, and grate-
ful for Dad, who, while embarrassing at
times, tended to be a decent bloke. “-and
then Lockhart was talking to her by the
time I left.” Ron rolled his eyes, and Harry
blew out a breath, apparently frustrated.
“I think they took his picture.”
- 829 -
ing curling his hair.”
- 830 -
ples. He’d got back from France in the
early hours of the morning, and it felt like
he’d just dropped off to sleep when his
Sidekick started to burn. Scrimgeour had
said something about a breakout in Azk-
aban, a hostage, that he was needed, and
then the Sidekick had gone quiet. Twen-
ty minutes later, he’d stepped off the boat
and found Rodolphus Lestrange with a
wand at Crouch’s throat, in angry negoti-
ation with what was probably the majori-
ty of Britain’s DMLE, and all Sirius could
think was that he was so glad it wasn’t
Peter.
- 831 -
several hours, Scrimgeour had called in
the dementors – figuring if Crouch was go-
ing to be harmed, that Rodolphus would
have acted already – and Rodolphus had
given in.
- 832 -
piece of work if she so decided.
- 833 -
“I did,” Sirius said quietly.
- 834 -
“Just about,” Sirius said, amused. “And
pretty… erm… worked up, I suppose.”
- 835 -
escape of a Death Eater – and two others,
if he’d had his way – but he just couldn’t
believe it was a coincidence.
- 836 -
their heads together, and Brown stared at
Crouch, who’d just reached the beach.
- 837 -
had, I think you’ve earned the right to not
worry about other wizarding affairs for a
few hours, at least.”
- 838 -
§
- 839 -
and Dumbledore’s just not the man to
stop that.” Mr Lockhart was overcome
with tears at this stage in the interview,
his emotion plain to see, but he apolo-
gised and pressed boldly on. “I just can’t
help but feel responsible, in a way; if I’d
taken charge earlier, then perhaps those
students would still be up and about right
now. I’m just glad none of the attacks have
been fatal… I don’t think I’d be able to live
with myself if they had been.”
- 840 -
the wizarding public may remember the
Chamber’s opening fifty years ago, which
closed eventually, but was never resolved,
and still remains a mystery.
- 841 -
§
- 842 -
Sirius was sure someone would have let
him know if Harry had been attacked, and
if not, was sure that it would have made
the paper – given that Harry was easily as
much of a public figure as Lockhart – but
he couldn’t actually be sure, not until he
could see Harry, could talk to him. Sirius
grabbed a handful of Floo powder, and lit
a fire in the grate with his wand.
- 843 -
ple knew where the house was; Snape,
Matt and Harry’s friends and some of Har-
ry’s friends’ parents were really the only
ones that were in on the Fidelius charm.
Others, like Mad-Eye and Robards, and
Dumbledore probably knew – and certain-
ly knew the postal address outside the Fi-
delius charm, but weren’t in on the Secret
and tended to get into contact with Sirius
in other ways anyway. Sirius glanced at
the fire by his feet, which was just, faintly
tinged with green from the dropped pow-
der. “Could you get it please, Kreacher?”
- 844 -
dore looked very out of place in the hall-
way, and his eyes were fixed on Sirius, who
lifted an arm and gave it a wave. Dumble-
dore’s eyes followed the movement.
- 845 -
“I would imagine that’s the embellished
version,” Dumbledore said mildly, “but
probably factual at its base.” He sat down
at the table while Sirius righted the other
bench.
“All true.”
“And Harry-”
- 846 -
up. Sirius couldn’t read his expression or
decipher his scent all that well, but when
he finished reading, he snorted once, soft-
ly.
- 847 -
when you mentioned horcruxes, and in
the interest of finding the one that’s trou-
bling us at the moment, I’d first like to see
the locket you spoke of, and then I shall be
off… back in time, so to speak.”
- 848 -
he, after all, is descended from the Sly-
therin line, and Tom has to have learned
about the Chamber from somewhere.”
- 849 -
he added, to be sure there were no loop-
holes in the command. “Until morning.”
One could never be too careful with loop-
holes. They’d given him his freedom, after
all… well, loopholes and a purpose had,
anyway. “And I’d like you to tell me if he
wakes,” he added. “He’s not to leave the
house, and neither are you, without my
leave.”
- 850 -
Chapter 31:
Sick and tired
- 851 -
all day trying to sort it out. I tried to get
you this morning, to see how you were af-
ter last night-”
- 852 -
ry had guessed, and guessed accurately.
“And then I daresay he’ll adjourn to the
library, to try to find any references to the
Chamber or the monster.”
- 853 -
found us and now we’ve got detention.”
- 854 -
cerned. Sirius arched an eyebrow. “Does it
really matter?” Harry asked. Before Sirius
could say anything else, Harry had added,
“I’m hardly enjoying myself, Padfoot-” And
there was something of Lily’s in his voice.
“-but I’m alive and I’m not petrified, which
is a start. And with Dumbledore gone,
Tom’s going to think he has free reign, and
someone has to do something, and if I’m
not fine, what can anyone do about it any-
way?” Sirius wondered how many times
he’d had this conversation with himself in
his head.
- 855 -
“I’ve got Ron and Draco,” Harry said de-
fensively.
- 856 -
off to France with Remus and Dora.” Har-
ry shook his head, as Sirius had known he
would.
“How-?”
- 857 -
of the island. Took Crouch hostage and
wanted Bellatrix and Rabastan – that’s his
brother – and his freedom in exchange.”
“Mmhmm.”
“Why?”
- 858 -
and Sirius wondered if this was the best
thing to have talked about, given there
were so many other things going on. It
was too easy to forget that Harry was
just twelve, sometimes. “But- erm- maybe
they will. Or maybe he said something to
Crouch, or somehow communicated with
one of the other two. We’ll sort it all out,
I’m sure.”
- 859 -
“They’re escorting you to dinner?” It was
a good idea – sort of. What if the monster
came and attacked them all at once? But,
Sirius was glad that Harry wasn’t wonder-
ing around on his own; McGonagall was a
formidable witch, and probably well up to
the challenge of keeping Harry safe. Or,
as safe as Harry could be.
- 860 -
“Tell Dumbledore what I told you,” Harry
said. His face disappeared from the mir-
ror, and Sirius could hear his footsteps,
and those of the other two. “Bye, Padfoot.”
- 861 -
the doorway, looking uncertain. “He said
you hardly touched lunch.”
- 862 -
where your brothers are, and have some-
thing to eat and drink, and- well- just not
be alone?”
- 863 -
Tom walked Ginny down into the common
room, where the rest of Gryffindor was
gathering under McGonagall’s beady eyes,
he cast a silent, tricky little hex he’d cre-
ated back in his fifth year. It was a child-
ish hex, but the beauty of that was that no
one had ever suspected polite, proper Tom
Riddle of being the one behind it. If they
suspected anyone at all, it was usually Av-
ery or Nott. McGonagall blinked when the
spell hit her, but did nothing more than
frown and straighten her robes.
- 864 -
look unsteady on her feet, and had the
lightest sheen of sweat on her forehead.
- 865 -
door of the end cubicle. Potter and the two
seventh year girls were over with her, and
she alternated between being sick, apolo-
gising, and trying to shoo them away from
her. The Quidditch captain and the twins’
friend were watching over the door, but
let Tom pass.
- 866 -
think we should get someone?” Almost in
response, a silvery cat appeared in the
bathroom, and then streaked out. While
everyone watched, Tom reached behind
Ginny to twist the broken tap three times
clockwise, and twice counter-clockwise;
without opening the Chamber, that would
let the basilisk know that it was needed.
- 867 -
Then, Snape was there – obviously Mc-
Gonagall’s cat had fetched him from the
Great Hall – ushering them out of the
bathroom and down to dinner, while Mc-
Gonagall stayed in the bathroom with an-
other teacher that Tom didn’t know, for
company.
- 868 -
was fading, and the monster was awake
and ready to deal with Malfoy. Potter
would remain in the dark, and after an-
other few days of feeding off the school’s
fear and Ginny’s misery, Tom would be
strong enough to get his body back.
- 869 -
Chapter 32:
Closure
- 870 -
Ron was worried too. “Or maybe Snape
caught him, or something.”
- 871 -
Ron were the only two left, and the dying
fire was casting grim shadows on the com-
mon room walls.
- 872 -
Snape, he wrote, after a moment’s hesita-
tion. Draco went to see Hydrus after din-
ner and hasn’t come back yet. We thought
someone should know. Harry. Then, Ron
reached over, plucked the quill out of Har-
ry’s hand, and wrote and Ron.
- 873 -
and then be angry that we told Snape.”
Harry mustered a weak smile.
- 874 -
“Shall I?” she asked, gesturing at the door.
- 875 -
one, then it’s likely something important.”
And, frankly, with a sister whose husband
had almost broken out of Azkaban today
– along with said sister – and two sons at
a school in crisis, it was more than like-
ly that it was her presence that would be
needed tonight than Lucius’.
- 876 -
“Well enough,” Severus said. “I- it’s Dra-
co.”
- 877 -
“Lucius,” Narcissa heard herself say, faint-
ly, “didn’t you say the students weren’t go-
ing anywhere unescorted?”
- 878 -
“Leave him,” she said, shaking her head.
“Oh, Severus, I don’t understand! Why
Draco?! He’s a pureblood, he ought to have
been safe!”
- 879 -
he was being sarcastic.
- 880 -
he’d listened and said he understood.
- 881 -
ing for Petrified people now, and Sprout
and I are responsible for the restorative.”
And, though she was annoyed at him for
his earlier rudeness, Narcissa would be
lying if she said she’d rather a random
Healer taking care of Draco than Severus.
He had presumed too much in regards to
Draco, but that didn’t mean he was any
less capable as a potions master.
“But St Mungo’s-”
- 882 -
ded. “Good. I have some arrangements to
make.”
- 883 -
come sight, and Tom enjoyed the quiet of
it; there was no Ginny here, to whine at
him, or insult him, or to try to push him
out, though he could still feel her when
he probed out with Legillimency. Come
morning – or whenever Ginny woke – he’d
have to go back to her, to make sure she
didn’t give him away, but for now, it was
just him, and the knowledge of all he’d ac-
complished; Ginny’s brother and friends
were falling victim to his monster one by
one, and his attacks had driven Dumb-
ledore from the school. Potter had han-
dled Granger’s attack well enough, but
Tom hoped Malfoy’s death or Petrification
would unsettle him further. Tom thought
he’d like to watch Potter’s slow descent
into hopelessness.
- 884 -
§
- 885 -
If anyone else had noticed Draco’s absence,
they didn’t comment on it, but despite the
tight walking formation, the space around
Harry felt oddly empty. Hermione wasn’t
chattering away at his side about some-
thing or other she’d read, and her masses
of hair weren’t obscuring Harry’s peripher-
al vision the way they usually did, nor was
her over-full book bag knocking against his
leg as they walked. And Draco – while not
as talkative as Hermione – wasn’t there to
bicker with Ron, or tease Harry about silly
things he’d done or said, or catch Harry’s
eye and smirk when someone else said or
did something silly.
- 886 -
one there. Ron was by him now, looking
closely at the walls as they walked.
- 887 -
Harry reached for her shoulder and gave
it a squeeze, and that made her jump and
stare at him.
- 888 -
crux wouldn’t be easy. But Ginny didn’t
need to worry about that, and she looked
like she could use some comfort, so Harry
mustered a smile.
- 889 -
“Maybe there isn’t anyone to watch us in
the Hall,” Katie Bell said, glancing back
up the stairs.
- 890 -
can’t trust me to take you back upstairs,
and you’ll be safer on your own.” Snape
stared him down, and McLaggen shook his
head – in the meekest gesture Harry had
ever seen him make – and stepped back
in amongst his friends. “Ten points from
Gryffindor for idiocy.”
- 891 -
ances. “Weasley.”
“Zabini.”
- 892 -
volved…” He looked at Harry, almost ex-
pectantly.
- 893 -
the middle of them.
- 894 -
course of action for Hogwarts and for you
as students.” This time, Harry definitely
heard her voice catch, and he exchanged
a wary look with Ron. “These past few
hours, I have been writing letters to your
families, so that they too are aware of the
situation; it will affect them, after all.” Mc-
Gonagall pulled a handkerchief from her
pocket and dabbed at her eye. Murmurs
broke out in the Hall, but ceased as soon as
she held up her hand. This time, her voice
was steady. “You are to eat your breakfast
here, and then you will be escorted back to
your common rooms, to pack your things.”
- 895 -
until it is deemed safe. We shall keep you
updated by post.”
- 896 -
Chapter 33:
Out of time
- 897 -
“Who are you?” Gilderoy asked blankly;
the man’s robes were simple but expen-
sive, but the man didn’t look expensive.
He had a terrible, slumped posture, and
his straw-coloured hair hung in uncombed
strings around his ears.
- 898 -
Crouch’s robes. “Do you have a few min-
utes?”
- 899 -
ry could be the feature of my second edi-
tion-”
- 900 -
ter all, one of the most notable wizarding
names of our time, and I have an estab-
lished fan-base. You’ll sell thousands of
copies!”
- 901 -
Riddle or not.” Ron sighed and kicked the
bed, and Harry jumped at the noise. His
hand went to his wand, and he looked at
Ron, wide-eyed.
- 902 -
his eyes. Harry jumped again, though, as
the door opened to admit Seamus, Dean
and Neville, all of whom were sooty from
a game of Exploding Snap.
- 903 -
what Riddle wants,” Harry said, watching
the other boys out of the corner of his eye,
“but if he wants to do Slytherin’s work, and
clear the school of muggleborns, or if he’s
following some other pattern with the at-
tacks, or if he wants me, or- or something
else, then he’s running out of time.”
- 904 -
reading?”
- 905 -
“Tell me!” Barty snarled.
- 906 -
would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it;
there was something so… rewarding about
hearing Lockhart screaming and broken,
when he was usually so confident. Barty
had always thought that was the beauty
of torture; wealth or lineage or education
didn’t matter; under the Cruciatus curse,
everyone screamed the same.
- 907 -
As if summoned by the thought, McGona-
gall’s cat appeared in the room, glowing
and blue. Crouch trained his wand on it.
- 908 -
was embarrassing, but it would serve him
well. “Please, just- just stop.”
“Which is where?”
“Parseltongue?”
- 909 -
“That’s the one.” He would have nodded,
but it was too painful. Crouch considered
him for a long while.
- 910 -
ry tried to get Padfoot through the mirror,
but all he got was darkness; he suspect-
ed the mirror was in a bag, or a drawer
and so he let his own mirror revert back to
normal; Harry stared at his own reflection
for a few seconds, and then slid it into his
rucksack, so that he’d have it on the train.
- 911 -
as well, acting a general sort of supervisor;
since they couldn’t be with every student,
Harry assumed they’d decided to just split
up and try to cover as much of the castle
as possible.
- 912 -
to him that it was all right.
- 913 -
Dobby mustn’t- Dobby would be in such
trouble-”
- 914 -
wrung his hands, and Harry decided to
push his luck. “Without Riddle, though,
we won’t know what he did to Draco and
the others, and how to fix it. Colin’s been
like this for months.” Harry waved a hand
at Colin’s bed.
- 915 -
He connected, hard, before Harry could
stop him, bounced off, and then started to
hit his head on the stone floor. The bed-
side table crashed to the ground, narrowly
missing him. Harry dragged him upright,
trying to tell him to stop, but Dobby strug-
gled and kicked and shrieked and eventu-
ally, won free. With a teary look at Harry
and Draco, Dobby vanished. Harry felt ill,
and hoped Dobby wouldn’t hurt himself
too seriously.
- 916 -
ry.” Whose diary, though? Hogwarts was
a boarding school; there were bound to be
a few around… but, if it was a horcrux,
then maybe it was Riddle’s diary, left from
when he was here. So maybe it had been
left in the library, or in the Slytherin com-
mon room. Or, perhaps it had been sent in
with Hydrus, since Mr Malfoy was some-
how involved.
- 917 -
any drama or investigative detours?”
- 918 -
to last summer, where they’d met the Mal-
foys in Flourish and Blotts. Mr Malfoy had
taken one of Ginny’s books, and mocked
her for it. Second hand, he’d said, as if it
was a crime. And then Padfoot had come
over, and Malfoy had put the book back
and left.
- 919 -
And Ginny hadn’t been herself lately;
she’d been quiet, and pale, and in and out
of the hospital wing with headaches and
exhaustion… Harry knew, with sick cer-
tainty, that he was on to something.
“Harry?”
- 920 -
he’d listen at least. “It just- she wouldn’t-”
“What?”
- 921 -
“What?”
- 922 -
Myrtle was crying loudly in a cubicle when
they arrived at the bathroom. Harry shut
the door, so she wouldn’t draw Lockhart’s
attention like she had last time, and Ron
called for her to come out.
- 923 -
looked at Harry. Harry doubted his own
face looked much better.
- 924 -
Chapter 33:
Out of time
- 925 -
“Who are you?” Gilderoy asked blankly;
the man’s robes were simple but expen-
sive, but the man didn’t look expensive.
He had a terrible, slumped posture, and
his straw-coloured hair hung in uncombed
strings around his ears.
- 926 -
Crouch’s robes. “Do you have a few min-
utes?”
- 927 -
ry could be the feature of my second edi-
tion-”
- 928 -
ter all, one of the most notable wizarding
names of our time, and I have an estab-
lished fan-base. You’ll sell thousands of
copies!”
- 929 -
Riddle or not.” Ron sighed and kicked the
bed, and Harry jumped at the noise. His
hand went to his wand, and he looked at
Ron, wide-eyed.
- 930 -
his eyes. Harry jumped again, though, as
the door opened to admit Seamus, Dean
and Neville, all of whom were sooty from
a game of Exploding Snap.
- 931 -
what Riddle wants,” Harry said, watching
the other boys out of the corner of his eye,
“but if he wants to do Slytherin’s work, and
clear the school of muggleborns, or if he’s
following some other pattern with the at-
tacks, or if he wants me, or- or something
else, then he’s running out of time.”
- 932 -
reading?”
- 933 -
“Tell me!” Barty snarled.
- 934 -
would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it;
there was something so… rewarding about
hearing Lockhart screaming and broken,
when he was usually so confident. Barty
had always thought that was the beauty
of torture; wealth or lineage or education
didn’t matter; under the Cruciatus curse,
everyone screamed the same.
- 935 -
As if summoned by the thought, McGona-
gall’s cat appeared in the room, glowing
and blue. Crouch trained his wand on it.
- 936 -
was embarrassing, but it would serve him
well. “Please, just- just stop.”
“Which is where?”
“Parseltongue?”
- 937 -
“That’s the one.” He would have nodded,
but it was too painful. Crouch considered
him for a long while.
- 938 -
ry tried to get Padfoot through the mirror,
but all he got was darkness; he suspect-
ed the mirror was in a bag, or a drawer
and so he let his own mirror revert back to
normal; Harry stared at his own reflection
for a few seconds, and then slid it into his
rucksack, so that he’d have it on the train.
- 939 -
as well, acting a general sort of supervisor;
since they couldn’t be with every student,
Harry assumed they’d decided to just split
up and try to cover as much of the castle
as possible.
- 940 -
to him that it was all right.
- 941 -
Dobby mustn’t- Dobby would be in such
trouble-”
- 942 -
wrung his hands, and Harry decided to
push his luck. “Without Riddle, though,
we won’t know what he did to Draco and
the others, and how to fix it. Colin’s been
like this for months.” Harry waved a hand
at Colin’s bed.
- 943 -
He connected, hard, before Harry could
stop him, bounced off, and then started to
hit his head on the stone floor. The bed-
side table crashed to the ground, narrowly
missing him. Harry dragged him upright,
trying to tell him to stop, but Dobby strug-
gled and kicked and shrieked and eventu-
ally, won free. With a teary look at Harry
and Draco, Dobby vanished. Harry felt ill,
and hoped Dobby wouldn’t hurt himself
too seriously.
- 944 -
ry.” Whose diary, though? Hogwarts was
a boarding school; there were bound to be
a few around… but, if it was a horcrux,
then maybe it was Riddle’s diary, left from
when he was here. So maybe it had been
left in the library, or in the Slytherin com-
mon room. Or, perhaps it had been sent in
with Hydrus, since Mr Malfoy was some-
how involved.
- 945 -
any drama or investigative detours?”
- 946 -
to last summer, where they’d met the Mal-
foys in Flourish and Blotts. Mr Malfoy had
taken one of Ginny’s books, and mocked
her for it. Second hand, he’d said, as if it
was a crime. And then Padfoot had come
over, and Malfoy had put the book back
and left.
- 947 -
And Ginny hadn’t been herself lately;
she’d been quiet, and pale, and in and out
of the hospital wing with headaches and
exhaustion… Harry knew, with sick cer-
tainty, that he was on to something.
“Harry?”
- 948 -
he’d listen at least. “It just- she wouldn’t-”
“What?”
- 949 -
“What?”
- 950 -
Myrtle was crying loudly in a cubicle when
they arrived at the bathroom. Harry shut
the door, so she wouldn’t draw Lockhart’s
attention like she had last time, and Ron
called for her to come out.
- 951 -
looked at Harry. Harry doubted his own
face looked much better.
- 952 -
Chapter 35:
An Ally
- 953 -
your friends aren’t what you thought, Har-
ry.” Harry said nothing, and Ron hoped he
knew Ron couldn’t help it, that he wasn’t
really a traitor. “And put your wand away;
it’s not going to do you any good.” Ron
couldn’t see if Harry listened of not.
- 954 -
“Finite Incantatem!”
- 955 -
eased when Ron gave a slight nod. Gin-
ny was draped over the foot of Slytherin’s
statue, unmoving. Ron’s stomach twisted,
but he thought he managed to keep his
face blank.
- 956 -
“My Lord,” he murmured. The words tast-
ed foul in his mouth, but seemed to please
Riddle, who smiled.
- 957 -
around. The other you’s in hiding, because
he lost last year, and even when you were
in power, you stayed well clear of Dumble-
dore. You’re afraid of him, that’s why you
had to wait until he was gone before you
came down here-”
- 958 -
stared at him, face blank. “Afraid,” Riddle
said again, and snorted. “Dumbledore’s
been driven out of the castle by the mere
memory of me-”
- 959 -
“Well, you haven’t tried to hurt me or Ron,
yet,” Harry said. “So I reckon we’re safe
enough, yeah.”
- 960 -
“How dull.”
- 961 -
both know how that ended.” Riddle smiled
again, and Ron clenched his fists, thinking
of Percy’s scared, frozen face. “I didn’t dare
leave her alone after that, but it doesn’t
matter now. She’s played her part, will-
ingly or not.”
- 962 -
son for moving. “So what do you say, Har-
ry?” Riddle called, smiling broadly, diary
still in hand. “Are you ready to die?”
- 963 -
to do; he shoved Riddle, as hard as he
could, and Riddle was solid enough that it
worked; Riddle’s hissing cut off as he fell
backward into the water. Ron heard the
splash, and Harry’s startled laugh, but
didn’t look back. He ran for the statue.
- 964 -
“We need to get her out of here.” Ron
struggled under his sister’s weight, but
managed to keep hold of her, while Har-
ry jumped down. “Petfrificus totalus!” he
said, flicking his wand over Ron’s shoul-
der. A wet, and furious-looking Riddle
was fending Fawkes off with one hand,
and trying to pull himself up with the oth-
er, but was forced to duck underwater to
avoid Harry’s spell.
- 965 -
trust himself to be able to Side-Along with
two people, and he wouldn’t know where
to take them; obviously the castle was too
well warded to be an option, and he wasn’t
sure where the next best place for Ginny
would be.
- 966 -
§
- 967 -
to the students with McGonagall at his
side. Next to Sirius, Marlene was watch-
ing intently.
- 968 -
before McGonagall answered, Robards
pulled out his Sidekick.
- 969 -
us could hear him talking to people – prob-
ably the other Gryffindors.
- 970 -
Chapter 36:
Those few minutes
- 971 -
The Entrance Hall came into view, and
Ron was astounded to see just how many
people there were; all four Houses, from
the looks of it – Fred and George were
being kept at bay by McGonagall – most
of the teachers, and a whole heap of Au-
rors and other Ministry workers. To be
fair, they all looked just as astounded to
see him, Harry and Ginny, who had, Ron
supposed, just appeared with a Phoenix in
the middle of the school’s evacuation. He’d
probably stare too.
- 972 -
Ron spun on the spot, and Fawkes’ claws
dug into his shoulder as he tried to keep
himself steady. Harry was nowhere to be
seen. With a sinking heart, he turned back
to Sirius, who’d just passed Ginny off to
Marlene.
- 973 -
Sirius looked him up and down and asked,
“Are you hurt?”
- 974 -
it. Wait here.” Sirius turned away, back
to the Aurors and teachers, presumably to
get a group together.
- 975 -
being away from Riddle hadn’t helped
much, and the sick feeling in Ron’s stom-
ach came back, stronger than ever. She’ll
be dead in a few more minutes, Riddle had
said.
- 976 -
catch her when she swayed. Ginny let her.
“Is he okay?” she asked weakly.
- 977 -
she had minutes, and that was- well, min-
utes ago. She was running out of time, and
Harry’d been alone down there for min-
utes now too. Riddle could have called the
basilisk, and then what would Harry do?
- 978 -
“Wait,” a voice said weakly, and Ron turned
around to see Ginny on her feet, taking
small, unsteady steps toward them. Fred,
George and McGonagall were around her,
obviously ready to catch her if she stum-
bled. As Ron watched, she reached out to
steady herself on Fred. “I’m coming too.”
- 979 -
put her onto the stretcher, but she clung
to him, embarrassed and angry by how
hard it was to even keep herself upright.
- 980 -
been doused with freezing water. They
don’t need you. No one needs you. In fact,
they’re better off without you. Ginny was
sure it wasn’t actually Tom, but rather
her own imagination, fuelled by, well, fu-
elled by Tom’s influence. Or at least she
hoped; the only good thing she could think
of about him having his own body was that
he wouldn’t need hers anymore. It would
kill her, if what he’d said was true, but
at least she’d die as herself and not with
Tom in her head, controlling her mouth
and limbs.
- 981 -
easy to just close her eyes and let every-
one else worry about it all. But Harry and
Ron had come for her, and Ron was okay,
but she could still help Harry, or at least,
help the Aurors help Harry. It might be
too late for her, but with help, Harry could
stop Tom, or the Aurors could, and Gin-
ny thought that was worth dying for. Her
vision dimmed again, and she struggled
against it.
- 982 -
down there, otherwise.”
- 983 -
painting on the fourth floor. “We’re- this
is… wrong way…”
- 984 -
help…”
- 985 -
He didn’t look at the diary as he spoke;
the last thing he wanted was to draw Rid-
dle’s attention to it, because then it would
be that much harder to get.
- 986 -
colour. “And you’re alone as well. I rather
like my chances.” Though he’d liked them
a lot more, when Ron and Fawkes were
with him.
- 987 -
him and heard the flick of its tongue as it
tasted the air. He patted his pockets, des-
perate, but all he had was his wand and
the hat.
- 988 -
He eyed the pillars, and wondered if he
could bring one of them down on top of it.
He knew Bombarda, but he didn’t think
that would be strong enough. And, what if
it didn’t fall the way he wanted it to? And
spells would bounce off the basilisk’s thick
scales…
- 989 -
hiss of rage – though he wasn’t sure wheth-
er it was from Riddle or the snake – but he
took it as a sign that his spell had worked.
Harry wracked his brains for any other
spells that might help him, but the most
offensive spells he knew were Bombarda
and Incendio, and he didn’t think they’d
be particularly helpful. He just wished he
was good enough at Transfiguration to be
able to conjure a rooster. Harry was confi-
dent he could make a wolf, but he had no
idea where to even start with birds.
- 990 -
dle didn’t have a wand.
- 991 -
Feeling rather desperate – but it was
Gryffindor’s old hat, so it was bound to
know something useful - Harry pulled out
the hat and jammed it onto his head. The
basilisk was still hissing madly, in frus-
tration.
- 992 -
Chapter 37:
Blood and ink
- 993 -
it well enough to swing at or stab the bas-
ilisk. The problem was, what was he sup-
posed to do with it? Hacking blindly at the
snake’s body probably wouldn’t do much
more than make it angry, but getting to
the head would be tricky if he couldn’t look
at it. He could try to levitate the sword up
to cut at the basilisk, but he thought he’d
be more likely to lose it than do any dam-
age.
- 994 -
see was swaying green and every now and
then, a streak of red. The basilisk made
a horrible, pained noise and Tom shouted
angrily. Without thinking, Harry opened
his eyes for a better look. Fawkes was hov-
ering above the basilisk’s head with bloody
claws, and the basilisk was snapping at
him, with long, deadly fangs to little avail;
it couldn’t rear properly, because Harry’s
sticking charm was still in place; the last
third of its body was stuck, only a few feet
from the base of Slytherin’s statue.
Fawkes.
- 995 -
didn’t hesitate. He ran out from his hiding
spot, toward the snake, which was torn
between snapping at Fawkes, and trying
to work out where he was.
- 996 -
to keep the sword between him and the
basilisk. He was glad he had; a moment
later, the basilisk lunged for him. It was
off-target – missing him with its teeth by a
good few feet – but the side of its head still
knocked him over. Harry hit it on the nose
with the sword, and it backed off, hissing.
Fawkes swooped down again, giving him
a chance to find his feet.
- 997 -
pulled off his shoe, and when it didn’t ap-
pear to notice that, tossed his shoe down.
“ Kill Potter!”
- 998 -
The sword was sticking out of the top of its
head, looking like some sort of gruesome,
silver and ruby crown. Fawkes, who’d
alighted on the statue, let out a warble.
- 999 -
§
- 1000 -
body, but Sirius just felt brief heat, and
was hit by a few chunks of stone; Robards
and Proudfoot had got their wands up in
time to shield them all from the worst of
it.
- 1001 -
“You’ll stay with Ron and Snape,” Sirius
told Yaxley, who didn’t even try to argue.
She nodded unsteadily, and Sirius helped
her into the bathroom, where Robards and
Ron were standing by the sinks. One was
covered in scorch marks, and the mirror
above it was cracked; obviously, the man
who’d been in here before had been trying
to access the Chamber as well.
- 1002 -
ing.
- 1003 -
he thought he might have screamed.
- 1004 -
Fawkes away with his right hand. He
could feel the venom in him, feel burning
in his legs and chest, and a faint stinging
sensation in his fingertips and toes. Har-
ry used his right arm – the one he could
move without it being excruciating – to
reach for his wand, but Riddle kicked it
out of his hand and bent to pick it up.
- 1005 -
himself, and then, in one, swift, excruciat-
ing movement, rolled himself over onto his
front to grab the basilisk fang. Riddle only
laughed, and stepped out of Harry’s reach.
- 1006 -
The last thing he noticed, before everything
went black, was that Riddle was gone.
Harry managed a weak smile through the
pain, and thought that was worth dying
for.
- 1007 -
“Down there,” Ron said, looking down the
tunnel.
- 1008 -
“This way,” Sirius said, sniffing the air. He
could smell Harry and Ron clearly and be-
neath their scents was one that might have
been Ginny’s. Sirius gripped his wand, lis-
tening, but the tunnel was silent. He and
the other two made their way down quick-
ly but quietly, wands aloft.
- 1009 -
ius was very much aware of the situation,
and was sure – if everything turned out
okay – that he’d have more than a few
grey hairs he hadn’t had that morning. If
it didn’t turn out okay- well, Sirius didn’t
want to think about that. Losing Lily and
James had broken him. Losing Harry, he
thought, would destroy him.
- 1010 -
“Disillusionment Charm,” Sirius mur-
mured to Shacklebolt, who nodded.
- 1011 -
but then his eyes flicked to where Shack-
lebolt was, and he took a step back, wand
coming up. They were close enough that
Sirius could smell him, and how wary his
scent was. Sirius hesitated.
- 1012 -
to destroy it. Sirius glanced around, but
there was nothing unusual about, except
for the large black puddle on the Cham-
ber’s floor. Sirius was a little sickened to
see that it seemed to be mixed with blood.
- 1013 -
Sirius was ready, though, and had his
arms open and waiting by the time Harry
closed the distance between them. He hit
with considerable force for such a lanky
kid, but Sirius didn’t mind. Harry was
trembling, and his front was soaked with
whatever the black stuff was, and his back
was covered in blood. Sirius pulled away
and turned him around, worried, and Har-
ry stiffened, but obliged.
- 1014 -
spells yet…
- 1015 -
Chapter 38:
Back on the outside
- 1016 -
the bathroom – too slow to stop a pair of
twelve year olds from slipping through his
fingers, had lost the Imperius connection
with the other boy somehow, hadn’t been
able to re-open the Chamber, and had
nearly been taken by Aurors both at the
bathroom, and at his house after they’d
tracked him through the Floo.
- 1017 -
work out who he was, and his most valu-
able disguise – his father’s face – would
be useless. Today could well be the last
time he wore it. He didn’t know what had
happened between Potter and his Lord, or
how his Lord had fared against the Au-
rors, once they arrived. Barty only knew
that he needed to be careful now, that he
would need help.
- 1018 -
them everything if they weren’t careful.
- 1019 -
§
- 1020 -
chest rise and fall as she breathed, and
felt relief course through him.
- 1021 -
to yourself this time, shall we?” He let her
usher him onto one of the beds, and let her
poke and prod him with her wand, and
didn’t say anything when she clucked over
the new scar on his back. Padfoot watched
carefully all the while, and Harry, who’d
hoped not to have a big deal made of the
whole thing, sighed.
- 1022 -
Harry asked.
- 1023 -
“I’m- glad to see you in good health. You
had everyone quite- concerned.” Her eyes
lingered on Padfoot for a moment, and
Harry hoped he hadn’t caused a big scene.
- 1024 -
due within the hour, but I suspect Poppy
will want to keep her here for the night.”
She glanced around and spied Snape. “If
you’ll excuse me…”
- 1025 -
by Madam Pomfrey, the snap of Padfoot’s
Sidekick seemed loud.
- 1026 -
mentor’s Draught.
- 1027 -
“Not here,” Harry heard Scrimgeour reply.
“The Headmaster and I have some things
to discuss, and both have need of some an-
swers. Is your boy hurt?” But Harry didn’t
hear Padfoot’s reply, because his vision
was obscured by purple robes and a lot of
silvery beard.
- 1028 -
any differently.” Dumbledore didn’t smile,
nor did his eyes twinkle, but Harry could
smell his sincerity. “Well done.” Praise
was the last thing Harry had expected.
- 1029 -
§
- 1030 -
lot healed him when they got there. Hems-
ley’s dead.” Sirius’ heart stopped, and Har-
ry’s head snapped up, showing that he’d
been listening more carefully than he’d let
on.
- 1031 -
we’re done here, I’d like your help telling
Brown.”
- 1032 -
weeks. And he was there the other day,
when Lestrange-”
- 1033 -
seemed to appease Scrimgeour. He sat,
and Sirius sat beside him, next to Harry.
- 1034 -
Chapter 39:
In the office
“And how-”
- 1035 -
at Scrimgeour, barely looked at Harry and
Padfoot, and turned to Dumbledore.
- 1036 -
the diary in the first place – but Harry
couldn’t say that; Draco wasn’t impressed
with his father at the moment, but Harry
didn’t think he’d like to wake up to his fa-
ther in Azkaban, no matter how much Mr
Malfoy might deserve it. Harry could feel
Padfoot’s eyes on him, and Scrimgeour’s.
“Even when he was away from the school,
he did more than the people that were
here,” Harry added, giving Mr Malfoy a
pointed look.
- 1037 -
was.” This was followed by a curious look
at Dumbledore from Padfoot. Harry won-
dered what he was thinking.
- 1038 -
“The Weasley girl?” Scrimgeour asked,
and Harry nodded.
- 1039 -
“It was down in the Chamber,” Harry
said. “Riddle said something that made
me think it was important so I-”
- 1040 -
ing more.
- 1041 -
bad, though, for being the one to give up a
secret that had been kept for thousands of
years.
- 1042 -
“More to the point, do you know where Gin-
ny got the diary?” Padfoot asked. “Wheth-
er she was given it, or just found it-”
- 1043 -
Good.
- 1044 -
school.” His tone didn’t change, but there
was something hard in his expression.
- 1045 -
“Basilisk venom is highly potent,” Dumb-
ledore said, nodding slowly. “And very few
cures exist.”
- 1046 -
Chamber, and Tom, and Ron and Harry,
and the Entrance Hall, and she thought
she’d been with McGonagall and Fred and
George, but she couldn’t be certain.
- 1047 -
He’ll hate you, Tom’s voice whispered, but
it wasn’t actually Tom; Ginny couldn’t feel
him, anyway.
- 1048 -
“It’s not your fault,” Ron said, and Ginny
swallowed. Nice as it was to hear he didn’t
think that, she knew it wasn’t right. She
should have realised sooner, fought hard-
er, done something. If she had, then may-
be Ron and Harry wouldn’t have had to
risk everything to come and help-
- 1049 -
his head, and knocked his shoulder against
hers. Ginny gave him a tremulous smile.
“But you’ll come home tomorrow, right?”
- 1050 -
ward to hug him. “Not every day you al-
most die, is it?” She was making light of
the situation, but Harry could smell how
worried she’d been, and watched how her
eyes skimmed over him in a way he was
getting very familiar with; people seemed
to do it to him all the time.
- 1051 -
“What?” he asked, lowering his spoon.
- 1052 -
Chapter 40:
Doing fine
- 1053 -
there with him so they could pull faces at
each other about the whole thing. He was
happy for Moony and Tonks, of course, but
he didn’t need to hear ever sappy detail,
like Padfoot seemed to want to.
- 1054 -
ny pulled a face at him over the top of the
paper, and then Padfoot scowled, presum-
ably because Moony’d kicked him or some-
thing under the table. Harry grinned.
- 1055 -
caught Moony’s eye.
- 1056 -
“I said it’s a moonstone,” Moony mum-
bled. Padfoot stared at him for a long mo-
ment and then burst out laughing. Har-
ry laughed too, and for a moment, safe in
the kitchen at Grimmauld with his fam-
ily, Riddle, the basilisk and the diary all
seemed like distant memories.
- 1057 -
“At home,” Padfoot said. “What’s- Did
Crouch give us a lead?”
- 1058 -
“How?” Padfoot managed. “His cell was
warded against him transforming, and he
hasn’t got a wand-”
- 1059 -
shape-”
- 1060 -
lington and Yaxley showed up to relieve
him and Finch at five the next morning,
Crouch still hadn’t woken, and his house
elf hadn’t been of any help either; she’d
just sat at his bedside sobbing all night.
- 1061 -
ready to let Harry out of the Fidelius
Charm. He didn’t think Peter would come
after Harry, but he was forced to concede
that he really didn’t know Peter as well
as he’d once thought, and that he also had
no idea what Peter would be like away
from the Dementors’ influence. That, and
Peter had a thing for killing Potters. Har-
ry hadn’t been at all impressed with that,
and might have argued except Remus had
stepped in and vetoed the idea.
- 1062 -
of Voldemort less than a day before. If he
could have his time again, Sirius would
not have then told his godson that that
was exactly why they were trying to get
him to a safe place until they knew more,
so that he could stay well and truly out of
it; Harry had said his goodbyes to Remus
and Dora, and shut himself in his room
without another word.
By Benedict Heron
- 1063 -
harbouring said criminal in his own home.
- 1064 -
terest in joining them. Hogwarts was going
to be- different for her now. How could she
walk the halls, knowing what she’d dan-
ger she’d put everyone in? How could she
look her teachers in the eye? Even if they
hadn’t worked out her involvement from
her and Ron’s appearance in the Entrance
Hall during the evacuation, even if they
were all still oblivious, she’d still know.
- 1065 -
“Now, Ginny dear, are you sure this is a
good idea?” Mum asked.
- 1066 -
touched her when he got his body back?
And why hadn’t she known better than to
listen to words written on a page?
- 1067 -
he put himself in the diary. Sometimes,
in her dreams this past week, Ginny had
been Tom, sitting through a Charms les-
son, or sitting with other Slytherin boys
in the common room talking about class-
es, or teachers or students, or she’d been
Tom, patrolling the halls of an older Hog-
warts in the middle of the night on Prefect
rounds.
- 1068 -
looked like she might say more, so Gin-
ny gave her a hasty hug and then went to
get her trunk from Dad, who’d waited for
them. She hugged him as well, and Dad
helped her lift her trunk onto the train.
“I’ll see you in June,” she said, forcing a
smile, and then dragged her trunk fur-
ther into the train, in search of an empty
compartment. She wasn’t in the mood for
company, nor did she think anyone would
particularly want hers.
- 1069 -
ins asked if she wanted to sit with them;
they shared some of the same views, ap-
parently. Ginny bit back insults and tears
all at once, and both wished her brothers
were here to help her, and was glad they
weren’t; they’d be sure to get a detention
for fighting on the train.
- 1070 -
she was fairly sure he hated her and she
couldn’t blame him for that in the least.
Harry didn’t look at the Slytherins, but
they jeered at him, particularly the blonde
one that was Astoria and Vivienne’s older
sister.
- 1071 -
little angry. She took a step closer to him,
and was pleased to see he didn’t flinch
away from her. She was less pleased that
they seemed to have gathered an audience
of curious students both in the corridor,
or obviously listening from inside nearby
compartments. “You didn’t make me-”
- 1072 -
expression. But if they felt sorry for her,
then maybe they’d leave her alone, and
that, Ginny thought, was a priceless gift.
She turned to Harry, but before she could
say anything, Malfoy spoke.
- 1073 -
“But Father-”
- 1074 -
He really doesn’t hate me, she thought,
and felt her throat close over. No, don’t
cry, don’t cry-
“Ginny!”
- 1075 -
said, giving Malfoy a dirty look, before
turning to Ginny. “We’ve got a compart-
ment down the back.” Ginny nodded and
followed them, falling into line beside Har-
ry.
- 1076 -
though, when I asked-”
- 1077 -
Chapter 41:
Angry and alone
- 1078 -
ty chair between Snape’s and Sinistra’s,
and the lack of brightly coloured robes
between the two stood out, because both
of them were wearing black. Harry didn’t
particularly mind, though Hagrid’s chair
was still empty and he didn’t much like
that. Surely he’d been released?
- 1079 -
again, and not need to worry about your-
self, or your friends and family, just your
studies, and, in a few weeks, your end of
year examinations.” A few nervous chuck-
les echoed through the hall, but mostly
the chatter seemed relieved. “Those that
were attacked by Slytherin’s monster be-
fore last week’s impromptu break remain
in Madam Pomfrey’s capable hands, and
may be visited before curfew. Professor
Sprout is hopeful the mandrake restor-
ative will be ready sometime between the
Easter break and the end of term.” Harry
looked at Ron and grimaced; Easter was
still over a month away.
- 1080 -
Ministry is in the process of finding us a
temporary replacement, and they are ex-
pected to arrive by the end of the week.
Until they do, students from first to fourth
year will have a free period in the place
of their Defence lessons, while I will take
the O.W.L. and N.E.W.T. Defence lessons
myself.” Eager murmurs raced around
the hall in response to that, and Harry
couldn’t help but wish Dumbledore hadn’t
cancelled second year Defence; he’d have
liked to learn from the Headmaster…
Still, no lessons were probably better than
lessons with Lockhart.
- 1081 -
§
- 1082 -
At first, she’d looked like she’d be just
as bad as Lockhart; Daphne Greengrass
had made her cry in their first lesson, and
hadn’t managed to call anyone but Harry
or Ron by their first names; Ron because
of his hair and Charlie, and Harry be-
cause- well, who didn’t know Harry? Un-
fortunately, it meant she’d picked on them
a lot for answers to her questions, but at
least she didn’t have them up there act-
ing out scenes from Lockhart’s books, like
Lockhart had. And, in their second lesson,
she’d recapped on the disarming charm
they’d learned in Lockhart’s duelling club,
and then moved onto the Knockback jinx,
which Ron had enjoyed a lot.
- 1083 -
did happen to Lockhart? All the teachers’ll
say about it is that he was hurt during the
evacuation and wasn’t fit to come back-”
- 1084 -
was a funny grey colour, but Hagrid didn’t
seem to have noticed.
- 1085 -
to anyone else, so…” Ron shrugged and
took a sip of his tea, but it didn’t help; he
was still angry; angry with how Riddle
had treated Ginny, for what he’d nearly
done to her, anger at himself for not notic-
ing – she was his little sister, how could he
have not noticed she was being possessed
by Voldemort’s younger self? – anger at
Fred, George and Percy for not noticing
either, and anger at Ginny for not telling
anyone sooner.
- 1086 -
§
- 1087 -
but Luna and the two Andrews were the
only ones who’d sit next to her in classes
or talk to her between classes, and it was
always her family and Harry she sat with
at meals. When people saw her in the cor-
ridors, they’d stare at her, and walk just a
bit further away than they might have if
she was someone else.
- 1088 -
Often, to her complete shame she caught
herself missing Tom – or the Tom she’d
known to begin with, the Tom that she
could always talk to about anything, the
Tom that always had time for her, the
Tom that had never, once, let her feel like
she was alone. It wasn’t something she’d
dared confess to anyone, not to her parents
in letters, or to her brothers, or Luna, or to
McGonagall – who’d invited her to her of-
fice several times since term resumed, for
a ginger newt and a chat.
- 1089 -
Ginny, Tom’s voice said cruelly. And St
Mungo’s? Really? Tell them you miss me –
and I’m flattered, by the way – and you’ll
be off to Azkaban.
- 1090 -
really had a go at them. Not because they’d
done something, but because Ginny need-
ed to shout or get angry or hex something.
She’d been quiet for so long, and maybe, if
she shouted loud enough, she wouldn’t be
able to hear Tom anymore.
“Sorry, I-”
- 1091 -
“What are you apologising for?” she asked,
rolling her eyes. Harry opened his mouth
and closed it again, still looking confused.
- 1092 -
“Potions essay.”
- 1093 -
homework or just writing letters.
- 1094 -
“I’ll go,” Harry said, after a few seconds of
silence, and turned to leave.
- 1095 -
Charms. “If I borrow it, Madam Pince
might tell someone, or Fred or George or
Ron might see it and tell Mum and Dad,
or-” She’d said a bit much, and so she
looked away from Harry. “Thanks for the
offer,” she said, genuinely, “but I can’t. I’ll
see you later.” Harry stood there for an-
other few seconds, and then nodded.
- 1096 -
again, and flicked through the contents
for Sound-Proofing Charms. She couldn’t
just magically fix everyone’s opinion of
her, but she thought she’d be able to at
least improve what Demelza and Georgi-
na thought of her if she stopped keeping
them up at night with her hissing and
talking and laughing. That was if – Ginny
thought, looking down at the spell’s page
in dismay – she could manage the charm.
- 1097 -
Chapter 42:
Misadventures
- 1098 -
za had been in the room, drifting off to
sleep, and Ginny had set her bed hangings
on fire. Since then, she’d been more care-
ful about only trying when she was alone,
and that had been markedly easier these
past few days, because Georgina had gone
home over Easter.
- 1099 -
Advanced Charms, practiced what she
thought the wand movement ought to
have been – but, despite having copied the
sketch pretty well, it was a lot harder to
learn from a picture than a person – and
then lifted her wand ready to start again.
Then, something sticky hit her chin, and
when Ginny looked down, all she could see
was a lot of green.
- 1100 -
large bogey the size of her fist. Tom started
to howl with laughter in her head. Ginny
had a bad feeling this would end with her
in the hospital wing, and that would lead
to awkward questions about what she’d
been doing, and that would convince Mum
and Dad and McGonagall even more that
she needed to see someone. Ginny didn’t
want to see anyone.
- 1101 -
move, first gently, and then more violent-
ly, as if there was something alive inside
of it. Tom laughed away, and Ginny awk-
wardly cupped her face with one hand, and
reached for a tissue with another. As soon
as the tissue touched the bogey, it van-
ished – Ginny knew, because she ran back
to the mirror to check. What in Godric’s
name…?
- 1102 -
issue for her dormmates, she was sure it
would come in handy at some point. Per-
haps next time Fred or George annoyed
her… not that they’d done an awful lot of
that, lately. And Bill liked weird magic, so
he was sure to appreciate it, though there
was no way of knowing how long it would
be until Ginny saw him, or even when he’d
write back next; Bill’s work tended to take
him to remote places for weeks at a time.
- 1103 -
that annoyed her almost as much as it
made her feel like rubbish.
- 1104 -
Fred continued. Ginny’d heard from De-
melza – back before Demelza thought she
was a lunatic – who’d heard from the older
girls, about the staircase, and was able to
work out what had happened fairly quick-
ly.
- 1105 -
“Oh, brilliant,” Ron muttered. “Did every-
one see, then?”
- 1106 -
“I miss Hermione and Malfoy,” Ron told
him. “They’re much better friends than
you are.”
- 1107 -
head, grinning. “Do you reckon I should
read it? As a happy-unpetrification pres-
ent for Hermione?”
Kiddo,
- 1108 -
Speaking of, did you get the eggs from me
and Kreacher? Hope they were all right –
it’s been warm lately, so I hope they didn’t
melt on the way. I should’ve put a cooling
charm on the package, but I didn’t think
of that.
- 1109 -
there’s nothing of interest to you up there
at the moment. When you’re a bit older…
well, you’ll either find a way or make one.
All I’ll tell you is that you’ll have a bet-
ter chance than Ron – or any of the other
boys, likely as not – of managing it. And
that’s all I’ll say; Moony would be horri-
fied to know I’ve hinted even this much.
- 1110 -
volved with the Chamber (because there’s
no way of knowing how much, exactly,
Crouch knew about the Chamber). I heard
Fudge prattling on about Dementors the
other day, but I’m hoping Scrimgeour can
talk him out of it; he seemed to think it was
a stupid idea too, thankfully. I suppose I’ll
keep you posted on that, though thankful-
ly there’s only another month or so left,
and then you’ll be home for the summer.
Padfoot.
- 1111 -
§
- 1112 -
the victims,” Snape told him. “I assure you,
the restorative will be brewed the moment
the mandrakes are ready, but until that
time comes there is very little to be done
for them.”
- 1113 -
“Get out, Potter,” he said pointedly. Harry
left, and re-joined Ron, who’d waited for
him in the corridor outside.
- 1114 -
further compensation. “So he didn’t give
you a time frame?”
- 1115 -
Chapter 43:
Hearing things
- 1116 -
He and Harry had agreed not to tell Her-
mione that it was exam time – on the off
chance that she was able to hear them de-
spite her petrification – but Ron did spend
an hour each day reading her his notes from
class. If she could hear him, he thought
she’d like that, and if she couldn’t… well,
it was the thought that counted and it was
a good way for Ron to revise anyway. He
thought Hermione would be proud.
- 1117 -
in. Ron just hoped Percy had been able to
hear him, so that he’d have had time to
adjust to it all by the time he woke up.
- 1118 -
been too bad. He’d managed not to muck
up the practical too badly – and thought
he’d been close enough to red with his
burnt orange potion – and the theory had
been all right too. Ron, at least, had got all
twelve uses for dragon’s blood, when Har-
ry only got nine and Neville thought he’d
only got seven.
- 1119 -
with Binns.”
- 1120 -
Harry said.
- 1121 -
fainted dead away. Ron caught him, just
before he would have cracked his head
on the stone floor. Behind Ron, Laven-
der burst into tears, and Seamus yelped
as Neville slumped sideways onto Dean,
still conscious, but very pale and barely
upright.
- 1122 -
Harry was a dead weight, and reminded
Ron uncomfortably of the last time he’d
had to support someone like this; it had
been Ginny, after her ordeal in the Cham-
ber. This time, the hospital wing seemed
even further away, and for a moment, Ron
couldn’t be bothered with stairs, or carry-
ing Harry, or bothered with anything at
all. His grip on Harry loosened.
- 1123 -
on anything. He was crying quietly. Ron
pinched the arm slung over his shoulder to
see if Harry might wake up, but his head
only lolled to the side.
- 1124 -
saw Harry, and waved at one of the spare
beds, before directing Dean and Neville to
the chairs. “Clearwater, Finch- er Finch-
es?”
- 1125 -
her lips, and waved a hand at the window.
- 1126 -
had got very cold all at once, even though
it had been warm all morning.
- 1127 -
and see it in her head; see his straight
white teeth and smug mouth, and the cru-
el glint in his dark eyes. I think you’ll find
I’m very much here. The oddest part was
she couldn’t feel him. She’d checked her
head again and again, and braced herself
to keep him out, to keep him from taking
over again. But she hadn’t been able to find
him, nor had she been able to silence him.
Ginny wriggled her toes inside her shoes,
and then her fingers, and then opened and
closed her mouth a few times, just to be
sure she could.
- 1128 -
liked to make me happy, Ginny- Ginny re-
plied with a very rude word she’d heard
Charlie say once, but Tom only laughed.
No? Well, I think we should go back to
the castle. And then he seized her, like he
had months ago. Her limbs felt tight, her
tongue stiff, and despair swirled around
inside her. You’re mine, Ginny. It was just
as she remembered.
- 1129 -
she looked up to see Hagrid, looking ner-
vous but kind. The rough bark of the tree
behind her pulled her hair as she looked
up. Hagrid glanced over both of his shoul-
ders, and wrung his hands – one of which
was holding his battered umbrella – be-
fore speaking.
- 1130 -
“Forest calms me as well,” Hagrid said,
looking over her and into the dark trees.
“But outside s’not the best place ter be at
the moment. Can yeh walk, do yeh think?”
He offered her a massive hand and she
reached up to take it, and let him help her
up. “Best get yeh back to the school.”
- 1131 -
somehow; Dementors would explain why
she was hearing Tom, why she felt like
she had while she’d had Tom in her head,
but why she couldn’t feel him. He was in
her head, but just as a memory and from
her imagination. He wasn’t really there.
- 1132 -
come and fetch her. Gratitude welled in
Ginny’s chest.
- 1133 -
doors with his wand in his hand and Mc-
Gonagall behind him. His eyes swept over
Ginny and Hagrid and his expression
darkened. He wasn’t angry at her, though,
she didn’t think. Fudge, though, seemed
to shrink under Dumbledore’s hard stare.
“Cornelius,” he said, overly politely, “I be-
lieve Minerva asked you to wait for me at
the gates.”
- 1134 -
“I spoke with Minerva almost two hours
ago,” Fudge said. “Surely it didn’t take
you that long to hear from her that I’d ar-
rived? I should have been your priority-”
- 1135 -
ders of the school and not interfere with
the students at all. You will not target the
students. Those you would be interested in
have suffered enough.” Ginny could have
sworn Dumbledore looked at her again. “If
I find any Dementors on the grounds, I or
my staff will remove them back to the pe-
rimeter.” Fudge swelled, but Dumbledore
continued to speak. “If there are numer-
ous breaches, I will remove them from the
premises entirely.”
“But-”
- 1136 -
Chapter 44:
The waking world
- 1137 -
now that Crouch was in prison – attempt-
ing to allay the hoarde of parents that had
shown up about an hour earlier. Sirius
Black was near the front, doubtless mak-
ing his displeasure known.
- 1138 -
Minerva glanced at the boy in question. He
was looking much better than when she’d
seen him in the hospital wing, though
perhaps still a bit pale. Ginny Weasley
and Neville Longbottom both looked like
they’d seen better days too, though the
other Weasley boys seemed just as bois-
terous as usual. Ron Weasley was perhaps
a bit more sympathetic to his sister and
friends than the other two; it seemed not
even Dementors could temper the Weas-
ley twins.
- 1139 -
the rest of the Quidditch team – start to
pay attention. Albus was looking on with
a faint frown.
- 1140 -
you do it quickly, before someone gets
hexed, or before Sirius hears Potter’s name
and comes to investigate.”
- 1141 -
sobbed.
- 1142 -
play surprises with him.
- 1143 -
“I was going to ask if you’re okay,” Harry
said. “But- Well, not much point, is there?
I know you’re not.” He shrugged in a help-
less, apologetic sort of way. “Want a choc-
olate frog? Padfoot brought them.”
- 1144 -
the stars, or maybe at something only he
could see. Maybe he was looking at the
tiny, drifting black shapes doing patrols
around the edge of the grounds.
- 1145 -
bed.
“Night.”
- 1146 -
anything, she felt rather ill and stiff and
tired.
- 1147 -
beds around hers. Hermione spied Ron’s
bother Percy, lying very still in the bed be-
side hers, and then- “Draco?”
- 1148 -
ber of Secrets, that’s what Slytherin’s
monster is! That’s-”
- 1149 -
“Four months,” Hermione whispered.
- 1150 -
side of the bed, miserable, after her third
try. “My legs just won’t- hold-”
“Poppy!”
- 1151 -
than that Ginny was fine, and then Snape
went back to prowling between the beds
and Madam Pomfrey started to take Colin
through the same exercises as Hermione
had just done.
- 1152 -
sured her. “And you needn’t worry.” She
gave Hermione a pointed look, as if to say,
Now behave yourself and went back to
Colin’s bedside.
- 1153 -
“Hermione,” Weasley said suddenly, “you
should come and see these papers I’ve
brought up for Percy-” Prefect Weasley
was propped up in his bed, reading an old
copy of the Prophet, while Weasley One
and Weasley Two chattered away at him.
She-Weasley was nowhere to be seen.
- 1154 -
Potter, who’d apparently slain Slytherin’s
basilisk with none other than the sword
of Gryffindor – if Dumbledore was to be
believed - managed to destroy the diary
– and through it, somehow, destroy Rid-
dle – and in doing so, saved She-Weasley’s
life, since he and Draco had last spoken,
remained seated. He was currently scowl-
ing at Weasley’s back, as if to wonder why
he’d been left with Draco. And that was
when Draco knew he was about to recieve
bad news.
- 1155 -
time to get his expression under control.
- 1156 -
“Actually,” Potter said, “I expect he’s strut-
ting about the Manor like normal.” Potter’s
expression was distasteful. In the past,
he’d always tried not to show what he re-
ally thought of Father – though Draco had
a fair idea – but he either hadn’t bothered
this time, or he was having a harder time
hiding it.
- 1157 -
And he’d deserve it, Draco thought, feel-
ing ill.
- 1158 -
to worry, you haven’t missed much- Oh,
hang on, actually, your dad’s in prison for
setting Voldemort and a giant, murderous
snake on the school, and for almost kill-
ing Ginny Weasley… but other than that,
yeah, things have been pretty quiet…”
Draco aimed a weak kick at Potter’s knee –
as that was the only thing of a height with
the bed – but Potter avoided it, and Draco
huffed at him. “Besides, he’s your father.
Might be a right-” Potter glanced at Draco
and swallowed whatever he’d been about
to say. “You can’t want him in Azkaban?”
- 1159 -
ber… Yes, Draco was definitely feeling
ill. Potter apparently thought so too; he
looked around, panicked, and managed to
shove the empty water pitcher at Draco,
just before he emptied his stomach into it.
- 1160 -
Chapter 45:
Things needed
- 1161 -
silent, but he’d always slept that way. Col-
in’s deep breathing was coming from his
bed, and Hermione was fully cocooned in
her blankets, with the only real identifier
being her bushy hair, splayed over the pil-
low. Professor Flitwick was squeaking in
his sleep.
- 1162 -
each other, or their friends, and she was
sure Draco and Hermione would know all
about her and Tom and the Chamber.
- 1163 -
against her chest.
- 1164 -
ond hand as a little present for her, with-
out knowing what it was, but the fact that
someone had actively chosen to do so, that
someone had deliberately unleashed Tom
on Ginny and on the school…
- 1165 -
ous. He looked so much like his brother
and father- except for his eyes; oh, they
were the same colour as Mr Malfoy’s, but
softer, kinder. And worried, at the mo-
ment. Ginny wondered what she looked
like, and felt herself calm down a little. It
wasn’t Draco she was angry with, though
he seemed to be afraid that she was.
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punch him- but he was too tall for her to
reach his stupid pointy nose just yet…
maybe she’d just wallop him with Char-
lie’s oldest, heaviest broomstick.
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Draco wouldn’t look at her; instead, he
nodded at his knees. Ginny had nothing
more to say to him, not at the moment, and
thought that he might be done speaking
too. She unfolded herself from the chair.
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She didn’t say anything, and Draco didn’t
either, as she left.
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ilisk’s victims had left earlier that morn-
ing to pack, or had been collected direct-
ly by their families. Draco, with no word
on whether he was to catch the train, or
whether Mother or Father or Dobby would
be by to pick him up, had stayed. Sever-
us’ presence meant he’d made the right
choice, he thought.
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“I walked to the bathroom this morning,”
Draco said. “Astoria couldn’t yet, but they
still took her home.”
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expression to clear, and met Severus’ eye,
daring him to say anything else. He stayed
silent, waiting for Draco to speak.
“Pardon?”
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ing. Draco swallowed and bobbed his head.
“I agree that he should have closed the
school after Granger and the others were
attacked,” Severus said carefully, “but he
did truly believe that you would be safe. It
was idiocy, but not malicious-”
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knew that meant he agreed.
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wanted another opinion. Severus’ take on
it was sure to be accurate. “But he said
it’s hers to deal with, so he didn’t want to
say much.” Potter hadn’t outrightly said
that, but that was the impression Draco
had got. That, and Potter didn’t want to
say how bad she was, because he probably
thought Draco would blame himself and
Father.
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her ability to walk and talk, and her in-
formational processing is also functioning
– or, at least as well as it ever did - based
on her performance in class and her exam
results.”
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like a few extra days here or with Potter
or Weasley?”
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as Harry thought he must be wearing.
“Promise.”
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“Like a banana,” Marlene said, blowing
hair out of her face. “I might just take my
leave from work, and come back on the
morning of-”
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“You said it’s in August, though?” An-
dromeda turned her attention to Madam
Malkin, who’d just come in with a box of
fabrics, and nodded. “Wouldn’t go black
for the boy, then, might be a bit warm.”
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the dishes, and glanced out the window.
Her boys and Harry were just specks in
the sky over the orchard, but she could
hear them carrying on from where she
was. She smiled fondly, and glanced at
the clock. Her smile withered, then, Molly
heard Ginny’s door open, and heard foot-
steps on the landing. The mind healer,
a thin, grey-haired woman with square
spectacles appeared on the stairs.
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not comfortable talking about it… trust
issues, obviously.” Molly nodded, swallow-
ing to make sure her voice wouldn’t shake
before she spoke.
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Once she was gone, Molly leant against
the counter and sighed, trying to decide
whether to go upstairs and check on her
daughter, or give her space. The dishes
were done, which was a bit of a shame;
she could have used the distraction of do-
ing them by hand. Instead, she settled for
checking the oven – and taking her tea-
cakes out to cool – and going to check on
the laundry.
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were also very different, and that Ginny
was often a lot harder to handle than her
brothers. And, while they were close, they
didn’t have the same tight bond that Mol-
ly had had with her own mother, where
there were no secrets, where everything
was shared. That was painfully obvious,
particularly since school had finished.
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“No,” Ginny said.
“Are you?”
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“-Professor McGonagall said you didn’t
say much to her either, and Healer Mer-
berry-”
“She’s not.”
“Ginny-”
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rely more on the garden for vegetables for
a bit, but don’t you let that deter you, if
that’s what you need.” It hadn’t always
been easy, but Molly and Arthur had never
let any of their children go without things
they needed, and she certainly wasn’t go-
ing to start now. If Ginny needed to see a
mind-healer, they’d make it work. Molly
had even forgone her latest Witch Weekly
magazine and used the money for that to
enter the Ministry’s lottery.
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“Not a problem, dear,” Molly heard herself
say. “Did you want another one?”
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