POTTER, BLACK AND THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS

Rosie yelled, "Harry! What did you do with Trumpkin's food?"

Harry sat at his desk, going through the album Hagrid gave him with a smile. "HARRY!" Harry rolled his eyes at her impatience and called out, "Check the pantry!"

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"I CAN'T FIND IT!"

Harry sighed and stood up. He walked out of the room and into the kitchen. He saw Rosie rummaging through the pantry looking for food for her owl. Harry walked beside her and looked into the pantry, seeing the food right by where she was looking. Rosie never could find anything.

He smirked and held out the food to her. Rosie paused when she saw it and smiled embarrassed snatched it from his hands, muttering, "Thanks."

Harry smirked again and walked back into his and Leo's room when he saw a small gray creature jumping up and down on Leo's bottom bunk and cheering, "Woopee!"

"AH!" Harry yelled. The elf cried out and fell off of the bed and flopped on the floor.

Rosie ran into the room yelling, "What's going on?" Her eyes fell on the creature and she looked at Harry dubiously, "You got scared of a house elf?"

Harry defended himself, "Well I didn't know!"

The House Elf cried out, "Dobby didn't mean to scare Harry Potter."

Rosie smiled gently, "We know you didn't."

"It's nice to meet you, Dobby," Harry assured.

The house elf smiled shyly, "It is an honor, for Dobby, to meet Harry Potter and friend. But Dobby comes with bad news."

"What is it, Dobby?" Rosie asked.

Dobby grew grave, "Harry Potter must not go back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Both Rosie and Harry looked at him like he was crazy. "But I have to go back, Dobby. It's my second home! I have to see my friends!"

"Friends that don't even write to Harry?" Dobby asked 'slyly'.

"Well I supposed they've been-" Harry paused and looked suspiciously at Dobby, "Wait a minute... How do you know that my friend's haven't been writing to me?"

Dobby looked sheepish and guilty as he reached behind his back, "Now, Mr. Potter musn't be angry with Dobby. Dobby didn't think Harry Potter would want to return to school if his friends didn't write him..." He pulled out a large pile of envelopes tied together with a thin piece of string.

Harry tried to keep his cool as he said, "Dobby, give me those... now."

Dobby whined and shouted, "No!" and started running around the room when Harry started chasing him. Rosie thought it was the funniest thing in the world.

Suddenly Angie walked into the room. She'd just gotten home with Regulus and the little ones to hear a loud crash of the lamp and ran into the room to see Harry chasing around a little house elf with Rosie laughing at the doorway.

Angie cleared her throat the 'mom' way making everyone in the room freeze. Angie caught sight of Dobby and sighed in relief. She knew what was going on.

"Angie Black!" Dobby cried, "Dobby is most proud to meet you."

Angie grimaced at being known, "But you didn't see me today, Dobby, understand?"

Dobby nodded furiously, "Yes, Miss, Dobby understands."

"Now, Dobby," Angie started, "I know why you're here."

Dobby's ears flattened against his head as he sagged sheepishly, "Yes, miss, but Harry Potter can not return to Hogwarts. It's not safe."

Angie sighed and walked to the house elf, kneeling down to his level, "I know, Dobby, but I promise that Harry will be alright. He's got Rosie and Ron and Dumbledore. He'll be alright."

THE BURROW

Angie and Regulus had a very busy day at the book store and Mrs. Weasley offered to take Rosie and Harry to Diagon Alley. So Angie dropped them off there and kissed them both repeatedly before returning to her husband. They had Leo and Cinderella at a neighbors house.

They were all digging into breakfast when a little red haired girl came rushing down the stairs, "Mummy, have you seen my jumper?"

Mrs. Weasley turned slightly to say, "Yes, dear, it was on the cat."

The girl suddenly caught sight of Harry and her eyes widened considerably. Harry saw her and smiled, "Hello?" the girl just walked slowly backwards until she booked it out of the room and up the stairs.

Harry looked to Rosie and Ron as the boys sniggered, "Wh-what did I do?"

Ron explained, "Ginny. She's been talking about you all summer. A bit annoying really."

"Morning, Weasleys!" An older red headed man called out as he walked through the back door into the kitchen.

Fred, George and Ron all said, "Morning, Dad."

"Morning, Arthur," Mrs. Weasley said sweetly as the man kissed her cheek and took a seat down at the head of the table.

"What a night!" Mr. Weasley commented, looking down at the paper, "Nine raids. Nine!"

"Raids?" Harry asked curious.

"Dad works in the Ministry of Magic," Ron explained, "in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. Dad loves Muggles, thinks they're fascinating."

"Hello, Rosie, how are you?" Arthur was asking.

Rosie smiled politely, "I've been good, Mr. Weasley, thank you."

Mr. Weasley turned and saw Harry, "Well now, aah! And who are you?"

Harry perked up with an apologetic smile, "Oh, sorry sir. I'm Harry, sir, Harry Potter."

Arthur's eyes widened, "Good Lord! Are you really? Well Ron's told us all about you, of course... You must know all about Muggles. Tell me, what exactly is the function of a rubber duck?"

Harry looked perturbed at the question making Rosie giggle. She'd gotten the same type of questions when Mr. Weasley first met her. Harry stuttered, "Oh, umm..."

Suddenly, a large brown owl crashed into the closed window making them all look over. Mrs. Weasley peered over to look and said, "That'll be Errol with the post. Oh, fetch it will you Percy, please?"

A tall boy with red frizzy curly hair stood and opened the window. He pulled the stack of letters from his beak and began passing them around, "Oh look, it's our Hogwarts Letters. And they've sent us Harry's and Rosie's as well."

"Dumbledore must know you're here. Doesn't miss a trick, that man," Arthur murmured impressed.

"Oh, no," Molly sighed.

Fred frowned, "This lot won't come cheap, Mum. The spell books alone are very expensive."

"We'll manage," Molly determined, with little hope in her voice, "There's only one place we're going to get all of this. Diagon Alley."

Mrs. Weasley – later on – filled Harry's hand with some powder, "Here's some Floo powder, dear."

"Floo powder?" Harry asked curiously.

Rosie giggled, "It's how wizards get around. In the fireplace."

Ron stepped into the fireplace with his own handful of powder and yelled, "Diagon Alley!" throwing the powder down into the floor. Green flames erupted from the floor and engulfed Ron before he disappeared with them.

Mrs. Weasley smiled gently at Harry, "You see? It's quite easy, dear. Don't be afraid. Come on. In you go," Harry stepped into the fireplace. "That's it, mind your head. That's right. Now take your Floor Powder and don't forget to speak very, very clearly."

"Diaganilly!"

There it is! Now I'm doing The Chamber of Secrets, than only parts of the third through sixth years since in this better future, not much happens. But read and enjoy!