A/N: None here.
Disclaimer: Harry doesn't belong to me, blah, blah, blah. I only own Amelia, Ebony-Crested Dragon snakes, Silecia, Mithra, and any and all Dark Woods harps, along with anything else you don't recognize from the books. Oh, and I do use some of the same techniques Rowling uses with some fun lines I always enjoyed, so please don't sue me! I need all the money I can get for my student ambassador trip!
Parseltongue will be "..."
Chapter 30: The Recovery of the Diary
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After telling his friends about what happened the night before, all three agreed to start helping Silecia and Salazar look for the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets after classes. It's not as though they particularly cared about McGonagall (she did overly favour the Gryffindors), but this creature could pose a serious threat to friends and allies scattered throughout the school. Even Blaise was taking this seriously.
That night Harry and Silecia sat out by the lake as they had done for the past week after Harry was done cleaning the field finally. They amused themselves by playing a duet with Harry on the Dark Woods harp and Silecia singing in a rather ethereal voice. Both got so into it that neither noticed a tired-looking man sit heavily down across from them until the piece was over.
"Oh, hello Sal," said Harry by way of greeting, setting the harp carefully to the side. "Did you have fun on your trip?"
The man glared slightly at Harry. "If you think flying in hurricane winds is fun, then yes. Remus and Sirius wrote their reply," he added, fishing inside a robe pocket until he found it, handing it over. Silecia sat in silence, looking at Salazar, while Harry read the letter.
Dear Harry,
First of all, let us congratulate you on the broom. A Nimbus 2001? As much as it saddens us (and here Remus smirks at me) we have to admit Slytherin might be good this year for the Quidditch Cup. We are doing fine, and are planning to come back before the end of the school year. We have been doing nothing down here and feel as though we were just placed out of the way.
Our opinion on Deatheaters? Harry, Harry, Harry, do you really have to ask us that? Not to sound rude, but they did kill countless numbers of our friends, including your parents. We believe that answers that easily.
Okay, onto Animagi! Well, we are curious now as to what you three will be. Remus makes the point here that as a Professor he should not be helping you break the law to become illegal Animagi, but we feel we might be slightly hypocritical. With your Animagus form, it generally comes down to two things if you leave out the Patronus information: your blood and your personality. Although, Salazar has brought up an interesting case about your blood.
Remus and I also had a thought. We heard about your relatives passing on this past summer, and since we're going to be back by the holidays, would you perhaps like to stay with us?
Glad to have something to do,
Sirius and Remus
P.S. If you ever want to Floo us to talk, just call for us at "Thistlegate Cottage". Best use the hidden fireplace behind the painting of Sir Cadogan on the fourth floor. Can't miss him.
Grinning slightly, Harry put the letter into his pocket, feeling considerably warmer for no apparent reason. Catching Salazar's serious look, he remembered back to the letter and the warmth was quickly extinguished.
"Harry," started Salazar, "How is it that you have no Slytherin bloodlines and yet have the Parseltongue gift?"
Green eyes turned slightly away, unfocusing and completely missing the severe look that Silecia gave both companions.
"I'll tell you later, Sal. Goodnight Silecia." And he walked off with his harp, leaving a disgruntled pair of reptiles behind.
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"Welcome everyone, to this exciting match, Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw!" proclaimed Lee Jordan to the raucous crowds in the stands all around. "Hufflepuff has been tossed out the running by Gryffindor already, andRavenclaw desperately needs to win this match to make it to the finals! Beat those filthy snakes, Ravenclaw!"
"Mr Jordan," murmured Snape, now forced to sit next to the announcing boy as Minerva wasn't there to play buffer.
"Sorry, Professor," replied Lee, not sounding sorry at all. "Players are in starting positions- and they're off!"
Harry immediately flew upwards above the game, still pleased by his broom's performance. All the Ravenclaws had were Cleansweep 5's. Definitely not a match against a Nimbus, let aone a 2001 model. Let alone a whole team mounted on them.
"And there goes Kavella up the field- dodges Warren- dodges Flint- heading for goal- damn! Slammed off course by a bludger from Draco Malfoy, pretty boy extraordinaire. One wonders why he got into this sport when it could ruin his pretty-"
"Mr Jordan! If you so much as make one more comment like that, I will bury your carcass so far underground that the earth's core will give you a grim death indeed!" snarled Snape, glaring at Jordan with Snape Glare 3.5. One usually preserved for Weasley twin pranks gone nasty.
"S-sorry, professor. Uh, anyway," grimaced Lee, thoroughly embarassed and quite ready to get back to the game. "Points now stand 10- 0 Slytherin. Ravenclaw better hope that Seventh Year Seeker Reqaire can get to the snitch first. And now, Slytherin in possession, once more-"
Harry stopped listening, looking around intently for the agile gold ball. By now, he had descended slightly, just sweeping over the tops of the stands where rows were unoccupied. Quickly dodging a bludger sent his way by Colliste, he darted back up the other side, gliding around the Slytherin goal hoops, craning his neck every which way-
There! Next to Reqaire's foot! He hadn't spotted it yet!
Gripping the broom and leaning forward slightly, he charged at the Ravenclaw Seeker, who currently had his back to Harry. Stretching out a limb, Harry quickly pulled his broom down as he correctly knew the snitch would go down. Giving a grin to Reqaire, who still hadn't figure out what had just happened, Harry flew around the field as Slytherin cheers rose and Lee Jordan announced the final score.
Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were out of the running. Gryffindor was going down.
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After that, time passed quickly for Harry, Draco, and Blaise. School kept them busy, though they never failed in now helping Sil and Sal (who loathed these nicknames) in trying to find the entryway. After Sal had told the three what was in the Chamber, Harry hit himself on the head, amazed he hadn't thought of it before. Blaise, now rid of the language-changing amulet, proceeded to laugh at the face Harry made.
Harry kept up relations with his prospective future Deatheaters, catching Ginny going into the Infirmary two days before the winter hols would start.
"Hey, Gin, you feeling alright?" he asked, holding the door open for her, as her arms were currently filled with books.
"Yeah, I'm all right. A fellow Ravenclaw got a serious injury in a bathroom a while back, though. Right now, he's in a coma, and he can't tell us anything. Poor Obsidian..."
While Harry had been the one to listen to her rant and rave about that insensitive boy, he could clearly see that the grey eyed boy did mean something to the young Weasley.
"Well, call on me if you need anything, then," he had assured her, and proceeded to go and try to steal that diary Snape had locked up in his private rooms again. He'd been trying to get at it for weeks. He knew there was something important about it. All he had to do now was go and collect his accomplice, whom he found on the second floor amongst a group of people.
"What happened?" he asked, approaching the blonde boy. Draco turned around, and Harry saw Amelia curled up around his neck, with two dragon eyes peering out from the back of his cloak.
"Another attack. This time it got the Grey Lady and that Gryffindor, Dean Martin."
Harry looked around the scene and shook his head. No way they could pin him for this one. Ginny was a witness of where he had been.
"Well, we can't do anything about it now, Draco. Come on, let's initiate the plan. This attack will have Severus even more distracted, which is to our advantage."
Nodding, Draco walked with his friend down to the dungeons, waiting for a moment while Harry pulled out his Invisibility Cloak and slipped it on. Draco took a deep breath and knocked on Severus' office door. When their professor gave him enter, he stepped in rather slowly so Harry could slip through as well.
"What is it, Draco? We are very busy currently sorting out the last attack," Severus said impatiently, signaling with a hand for his student to sit down.
"Well, sir, I had a question about all who have been attacked," Draco began, and was off with his conversation while Harry quietly snuck through the open door at the back of Severus' office which led to his personal chambers.
He searched quickly through the living room, the kitchen, and the study. Doubting that his professor would hide that black book in the bathroom, he crept through the hallway to the bedroom now, disarming Alarm Charms and curses along the way.
"Aha! There you are!" Harry whispered, using his second-plane vision to spot the book hidden under the sheets of the bed. He dropped the vision, thanked himself for learning to use it, and quickly grabbed the book. Smoothing the sheets back out, he silently ran back down the hallway and into Severus' office. The man seemed quite bored by whatever Draco was talking about, though he hid it well. Silently tapping his friend on the shoulder told him that Harry was done.
"Well, Professor, I look forward to our last Potions class before the holidays," finished Draco, now standing up and straightening his robes. Severus gave a dismissing gesture, and both boys quickly exited and ran up to their dormitory.
Hurriedly locking the door and casting a Silencing spell around the room, both boys settled now on Harry's bed. Harry fished out the black book from his sleeve and set it in front of them. He goggled at the front, where "Tom Marvolo Riddle" stood out in fading silver script.
"That was the book I sent you this summer. Father had apparently been entrusted with it by our Lord a while ago. I thought you would like it," said Draco, now looking at the little diary.
"I had never looked at it closely, but I noticed it had gone missing after getting out of the Hospital Wing. I think Tom had told me about this in passing once when I was little, and if I remember correctly..."
He reached over into his abandoned school bag on the floor and pulled out a bottle of green ink and a quill. Opening up the book to no certain page, he hurriedly wrote. "Hello Tom Marvolo Riddle, a.k.a. Lord Voldemort. My name is Harry Potter."
And both boys grinned as new writing appeared where Harry's had faded, the elegant, spidery script they both recognized.
"Hello, Harry Potter, my Dark Heir."
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A/N: Hello, everybody! Sorry this has taken so long and that it's short, but school literally did not give me a break for the last two months and it's taking me a bit to get back into the current of this story. School's out now though, so hurray! I am currently writing a little on my stories each day. Haha! I actually have a few currently in the process of being written that I have not even posted yet. Just a few plot bunnies!
ATTENTION!!!! I've been meaning to tell you the last couple times I have updated, but I finally revamped and re-posted my personal website. It's at http:shadowthestral.cjb.net .
It's also come to my attention that we can no longer post review responses. I am sorry for not getting to write back to each of you personally, but if you want a reply to your review (or just to talk) send me an email that listed on my profile page. Note: please use a specific subject title so I know why that email is there.
(June 3-6, 2004)
Disclaimer: Harry doesn't belong to me, blah, blah, blah. I only own Amelia, Ebony-Crested Dragon snakes, Silecia, Mithra, and any and all Dark Woods harps, along with anything else you don't recognize from the books. Oh, and I do use some of the same techniques Rowling uses with some fun lines I always enjoyed, so please don't sue me! I need all the money I can get for my student ambassador trip!
Parseltongue will be "..."
Chapter 30: The Recovery of the Diary
--------------------------------------
After telling his friends about what happened the night before, all three agreed to start helping Silecia and Salazar look for the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets after classes. It's not as though they particularly cared about McGonagall (she did overly favour the Gryffindors), but this creature could pose a serious threat to friends and allies scattered throughout the school. Even Blaise was taking this seriously.
That night Harry and Silecia sat out by the lake as they had done for the past week after Harry was done cleaning the field finally. They amused themselves by playing a duet with Harry on the Dark Woods harp and Silecia singing in a rather ethereal voice. Both got so into it that neither noticed a tired-looking man sit heavily down across from them until the piece was over.
"Oh, hello Sal," said Harry by way of greeting, setting the harp carefully to the side. "Did you have fun on your trip?"
The man glared slightly at Harry. "If you think flying in hurricane winds is fun, then yes. Remus and Sirius wrote their reply," he added, fishing inside a robe pocket until he found it, handing it over. Silecia sat in silence, looking at Salazar, while Harry read the letter.
Dear Harry,
First of all, let us congratulate you on the broom. A Nimbus 2001? As much as it saddens us (and here Remus smirks at me) we have to admit Slytherin might be good this year for the Quidditch Cup. We are doing fine, and are planning to come back before the end of the school year. We have been doing nothing down here and feel as though we were just placed out of the way.
Our opinion on Deatheaters? Harry, Harry, Harry, do you really have to ask us that? Not to sound rude, but they did kill countless numbers of our friends, including your parents. We believe that answers that easily.
Okay, onto Animagi! Well, we are curious now as to what you three will be. Remus makes the point here that as a Professor he should not be helping you break the law to become illegal Animagi, but we feel we might be slightly hypocritical. With your Animagus form, it generally comes down to two things if you leave out the Patronus information: your blood and your personality. Although, Salazar has brought up an interesting case about your blood.
Remus and I also had a thought. We heard about your relatives passing on this past summer, and since we're going to be back by the holidays, would you perhaps like to stay with us?
Glad to have something to do,
Sirius and Remus
P.S. If you ever want to Floo us to talk, just call for us at "Thistlegate Cottage". Best use the hidden fireplace behind the painting of Sir Cadogan on the fourth floor. Can't miss him.
Grinning slightly, Harry put the letter into his pocket, feeling considerably warmer for no apparent reason. Catching Salazar's serious look, he remembered back to the letter and the warmth was quickly extinguished.
"Harry," started Salazar, "How is it that you have no Slytherin bloodlines and yet have the Parseltongue gift?"
Green eyes turned slightly away, unfocusing and completely missing the severe look that Silecia gave both companions.
"I'll tell you later, Sal. Goodnight Silecia." And he walked off with his harp, leaving a disgruntled pair of reptiles behind.
-----------------------------
"Welcome everyone, to this exciting match, Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw!" proclaimed Lee Jordan to the raucous crowds in the stands all around. "Hufflepuff has been tossed out the running by Gryffindor already, andRavenclaw desperately needs to win this match to make it to the finals! Beat those filthy snakes, Ravenclaw!"
"Mr Jordan," murmured Snape, now forced to sit next to the announcing boy as Minerva wasn't there to play buffer.
"Sorry, Professor," replied Lee, not sounding sorry at all. "Players are in starting positions- and they're off!"
Harry immediately flew upwards above the game, still pleased by his broom's performance. All the Ravenclaws had were Cleansweep 5's. Definitely not a match against a Nimbus, let aone a 2001 model. Let alone a whole team mounted on them.
"And there goes Kavella up the field- dodges Warren- dodges Flint- heading for goal- damn! Slammed off course by a bludger from Draco Malfoy, pretty boy extraordinaire. One wonders why he got into this sport when it could ruin his pretty-"
"Mr Jordan! If you so much as make one more comment like that, I will bury your carcass so far underground that the earth's core will give you a grim death indeed!" snarled Snape, glaring at Jordan with Snape Glare 3.5. One usually preserved for Weasley twin pranks gone nasty.
"S-sorry, professor. Uh, anyway," grimaced Lee, thoroughly embarassed and quite ready to get back to the game. "Points now stand 10- 0 Slytherin. Ravenclaw better hope that Seventh Year Seeker Reqaire can get to the snitch first. And now, Slytherin in possession, once more-"
Harry stopped listening, looking around intently for the agile gold ball. By now, he had descended slightly, just sweeping over the tops of the stands where rows were unoccupied. Quickly dodging a bludger sent his way by Colliste, he darted back up the other side, gliding around the Slytherin goal hoops, craning his neck every which way-
There! Next to Reqaire's foot! He hadn't spotted it yet!
Gripping the broom and leaning forward slightly, he charged at the Ravenclaw Seeker, who currently had his back to Harry. Stretching out a limb, Harry quickly pulled his broom down as he correctly knew the snitch would go down. Giving a grin to Reqaire, who still hadn't figure out what had just happened, Harry flew around the field as Slytherin cheers rose and Lee Jordan announced the final score.
Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were out of the running. Gryffindor was going down.
-----------------------------
After that, time passed quickly for Harry, Draco, and Blaise. School kept them busy, though they never failed in now helping Sil and Sal (who loathed these nicknames) in trying to find the entryway. After Sal had told the three what was in the Chamber, Harry hit himself on the head, amazed he hadn't thought of it before. Blaise, now rid of the language-changing amulet, proceeded to laugh at the face Harry made.
Harry kept up relations with his prospective future Deatheaters, catching Ginny going into the Infirmary two days before the winter hols would start.
"Hey, Gin, you feeling alright?" he asked, holding the door open for her, as her arms were currently filled with books.
"Yeah, I'm all right. A fellow Ravenclaw got a serious injury in a bathroom a while back, though. Right now, he's in a coma, and he can't tell us anything. Poor Obsidian..."
While Harry had been the one to listen to her rant and rave about that insensitive boy, he could clearly see that the grey eyed boy did mean something to the young Weasley.
"Well, call on me if you need anything, then," he had assured her, and proceeded to go and try to steal that diary Snape had locked up in his private rooms again. He'd been trying to get at it for weeks. He knew there was something important about it. All he had to do now was go and collect his accomplice, whom he found on the second floor amongst a group of people.
"What happened?" he asked, approaching the blonde boy. Draco turned around, and Harry saw Amelia curled up around his neck, with two dragon eyes peering out from the back of his cloak.
"Another attack. This time it got the Grey Lady and that Gryffindor, Dean Martin."
Harry looked around the scene and shook his head. No way they could pin him for this one. Ginny was a witness of where he had been.
"Well, we can't do anything about it now, Draco. Come on, let's initiate the plan. This attack will have Severus even more distracted, which is to our advantage."
Nodding, Draco walked with his friend down to the dungeons, waiting for a moment while Harry pulled out his Invisibility Cloak and slipped it on. Draco took a deep breath and knocked on Severus' office door. When their professor gave him enter, he stepped in rather slowly so Harry could slip through as well.
"What is it, Draco? We are very busy currently sorting out the last attack," Severus said impatiently, signaling with a hand for his student to sit down.
"Well, sir, I had a question about all who have been attacked," Draco began, and was off with his conversation while Harry quietly snuck through the open door at the back of Severus' office which led to his personal chambers.
He searched quickly through the living room, the kitchen, and the study. Doubting that his professor would hide that black book in the bathroom, he crept through the hallway to the bedroom now, disarming Alarm Charms and curses along the way.
"Aha! There you are!" Harry whispered, using his second-plane vision to spot the book hidden under the sheets of the bed. He dropped the vision, thanked himself for learning to use it, and quickly grabbed the book. Smoothing the sheets back out, he silently ran back down the hallway and into Severus' office. The man seemed quite bored by whatever Draco was talking about, though he hid it well. Silently tapping his friend on the shoulder told him that Harry was done.
"Well, Professor, I look forward to our last Potions class before the holidays," finished Draco, now standing up and straightening his robes. Severus gave a dismissing gesture, and both boys quickly exited and ran up to their dormitory.
Hurriedly locking the door and casting a Silencing spell around the room, both boys settled now on Harry's bed. Harry fished out the black book from his sleeve and set it in front of them. He goggled at the front, where "Tom Marvolo Riddle" stood out in fading silver script.
"That was the book I sent you this summer. Father had apparently been entrusted with it by our Lord a while ago. I thought you would like it," said Draco, now looking at the little diary.
"I had never looked at it closely, but I noticed it had gone missing after getting out of the Hospital Wing. I think Tom had told me about this in passing once when I was little, and if I remember correctly..."
He reached over into his abandoned school bag on the floor and pulled out a bottle of green ink and a quill. Opening up the book to no certain page, he hurriedly wrote. "Hello Tom Marvolo Riddle, a.k.a. Lord Voldemort. My name is Harry Potter."
And both boys grinned as new writing appeared where Harry's had faded, the elegant, spidery script they both recognized.
"Hello, Harry Potter, my Dark Heir."
--------------------------------------
A/N: Hello, everybody! Sorry this has taken so long and that it's short, but school literally did not give me a break for the last two months and it's taking me a bit to get back into the current of this story. School's out now though, so hurray! I am currently writing a little on my stories each day. Haha! I actually have a few currently in the process of being written that I have not even posted yet. Just a few plot bunnies!
ATTENTION!!!! I've been meaning to tell you the last couple times I have updated, but I finally revamped and re-posted my personal website. It's at http:shadowthestral.cjb.net .
It's also come to my attention that we can no longer post review responses. I am sorry for not getting to write back to each of you personally, but if you want a reply to your review (or just to talk) send me an email that listed on my profile page. Note: please use a specific subject title so I know why that email is there.
(June 3-6, 2004)