Commentator: Hello all! I am the Commentator! You may remember me from such fanfiction as 'Harry Potter Abridged (With Commentary)', and 'Naruto Abridged (With-er Commentary)'! But I'm here to be serious at the moment. Well, a bit more serious than usual. I am here to introduce you the sequel to Anonymius' fanfic 'Philosopher's Stone With A Difference,' 'Harry Potter and The Blood Traitor', set during the events of 'Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets'!

Professor: It's a bit convenient, don't you think, how you're able to participate in something that's not parody related when Anonymius is currently encased in a genetically engineered strangling plant?

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Commentator: I assure you that's just a happy coincidence! Now then, without further ado, here's the first chapter, 'Birthday Surprise'!

Harry Potter's twelfth birthday was perhaps the best birthday he ever had. Not that his previous birthdays had been bad. On the contrary, all of them as far as he could remember were pretty good. What made today the best, however was that Harry felt that he had more friends this year than before. It wasn't that he never got along with anyone invited; it was just that he didn't really know them, and he was sure none of them really knew him either. They were just happy to be at the birthday party of the famous Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. The only people he felt glad to be at these gatherings were his family, the Hogwarts game keeper Hagrid, and his best fried Ron Weasley.

This year, however, he had gained new friends, namely Hermione Granger and Darren Eago, however Darren's parents wouldn't allow him to come but he had still been able to send a card and present. Others today included Harry's Quidditch team. He also felt that he had gotten to know the people that had been invited every year, such as Seamus Finnegan and Parvati Patil, a lot better than in the past ten years. Other Muggleborn first years such as Dean Thomas and Hannah Abbott had also been invited.

His mum appeared happier towards him than she had been for the past few weeks. Harry still remembered when he had returned home from Hogwarts that his family wanted to know everything about what happened with the Philosopher's Stone. And so Harry told them, about how it seemed that Professor Loki tried to kill him during the first Quidditch match, how they thought that he must have been after the Philsopher's Stone, how none of the teachers believed them, and about how they took it upon themselves to stop what they thought was Loki and Eago after the stone. How they went down into the chambers, got through the trials, with Harry eventually facing Quirrell (Who turned out to be the traitor) and Eago, how they stopped them from getting the stone, how Dumbledore stunned Quirrell, and how Eago fled in spectrel form (His siblings screamed when he told them about the man-faced bird).

After finishing his tale, his dad, unsurprisingly, laughed.

"That was incredible Harry-" He began to say, before getting a stern look from Harry's mum, "Um, I mean, that was very bad of you, Harry, very irresponsible."

What? Harry had become used to being treated like a hero at school for doing what he did. To come back to be told off for stopping a dark wizard from returning to power…

"What? How was what we did wrong?"

"HOW WAS IT WRONG?" His mum roared, standing up. Harry would have stood back if it was possible, if he wasn't sitting down in the chair. He had never seen his mum so furious, her bright green eyes, the same eyes he had, which were usually serene and tranquil that could become fiery had never looked so inferno-like.

"WHAT'S WRONG IS THAT YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED, HARRY! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? Didn't you care, what would have happened if you had died, how that would have affected us?"

At this point, his mum started crying, her face becoming red. This was worse than her most furious temper. She later became angry again, "AND TO DRAG YOUR FRIENDS INTO IT AS WELL!"

"I didn't drag them into it!" Harry countered, standing up, "I tried to convince them not to come with me, but they wouldn't listen!"

"DON'T YOU DARE TALK BACK TO ME!"

But Harry stood his ground. Usually when his mother was this angry, he would cave in. But not this time. He would give his case and not back down, not when he thought he didn't do anything wrong. His mother continued.

"You should have left it to the teachers instead of going into danger yourselves-"

"I told you, they wouldn't listen!"

"McGonagall didn't listen to you. Hagrid wouldn't listen to you, but you could have gone to any other teacher."

"We thought that if McGonagall didn't believe us, then none of the other teachers would," Harry said.

"You didn't even try!" Harry's mum snapped.

"Even if we did, we didn't think the teachers would believe us against a teacher!"

His mum appeared stumped. But she quickly recomposed herself.

"And did you really think that a first year would have made any difference against a Hogwarts teacher and the most terrible dark wizard who ever lived?" His mum demanded.

"I thought that I might as well had tried!"

"It wouldn't have made a difference, Harry! You would have been killed if it wasn't for Dumbledore!"

"Dumbledore said that it's thank to us that Eago didn't get the stone!"

"From what Dumbledore told us, they wouldn't have even been able to get the stone out of the mirror if you didn't go down there in the first place."

Harry was stumped. Come to think of it, if he hadn't gone down there, Quirrell would have remained stuck on the mirror. He would have never been able to get the stone out. Was it really all for nothing?

His mother's face softened.

"Harry, Harry," she said softly, bending down and grabbing his hands, "I understand that you just wanted to help, and I appreciate that, but you're too young. You can fight dark wizards as much as you like when you're seventeen, but for now just concentrate on your school work. Please Harry," Her face had become serious. She squeezed his hands tightly, "Swear to me that you won't go looking for trouble again. Not until you are old enough."

Harry looked straight at his mother's worried face. Initially he did not want to swear anything. He still did not think he did anything wrong. However, he did not want to upset his mum. And it wasn't likely that something like this will happen again.

"All right Mum. I swear."

His mum smiled.

"Thank you, Harry."

She hugged him.

At the party, Harry's mum seemed somewhat cold towards Hagrid, although both unsurprisingly claimed that nothing was wrong. Harry's dad, however, was a bit more open.

"Don't tell your mother I've told you this," He told Harry, "But she's upset with the Hogwarts staff over what happened with the Philosopher's Stone. After telling you off, the next day we went to see the staff. She was furious with McGonagall for not listening to the four of you, she was angry with Hagrid for letting Quirrell and Eago know how to get past the first obstacle, she was angry with Dumbledore for having a rogue teacher right under his nose and she was generally angry with the whole staff for making the protections too easy. I don't think I've ever seen McGonagall so vulnerable! See, your mum does love you Harry. She wants to protect you, that's why she was so angry about you going down there and the staff for being 'incompetent'. I mean she was willing to sacrifice her own life to save you from Eago."

Harry's dad expression fell. From the looks of it, you could tell that he just told Harry something he was not supposed to say. It was almost an identical expression found on Hagrid when he said something he wasn't supposed to say.

"What do you mean by 'She tried to sacrifice herself to save me'?" This was the first time Harry had ever heard this.

"Nothing," Harry's dad grinned, "I was joking. Forget what I said."

But it didn't sound like he was joking.

"That didn't sound like-"

"Look, Harry, drop it, okay?" His dad said sternly. He was rarely ever stern, which was probably why he was so scary when he was. He was perhaps worst than Mum, Harry thought, Or Professor McGonagall. At least he was used to them being angry with him.

"Don't tell your mother what I said, okay?"

Harry nodded.

Despite this Harry had still enjoyed his birthday, and was in an optimistic mood when he went to bed, hoping to end the day on a high note.

Unfortunately, however, his bed was already occupied.

Standing on top of it was a small, greenish looking wide eye House-Elf. The elf was looking at him.

"Harry Potter!" it piped, disapparating from the bed and reapparating right in front of Harry, shaking his hand, "It is such an honour to finally meet you!"

"Er, likewise," Harry answered, "Um, who are you again?"

"Oh," the house-elf disapparated from Harry and apparated back to the bed, "How rude of Sammie! My name is-oh, Sammie's already told you it, haven't I?"

Sammie the House-Elf giggled.

"So, um, what are you doing here?"

Sammie's face had become serious.

"Oh I have come to warn Harry Potter about a plot! A vile, terrible plot to make bad things happen at Hogwarts!"

"What? A plot by whom?"

Instead of answering, Sammie just shook his head.

"No, no, Sammie cannot say! Sammie has come to tell Harry Potter not to go to Hogwarts, for Sammie admires him so!"

Not go to Hogwarts? Well, Harry didn't feel particularly strong about that either way. Except that Hogwarts was the only way to see his friend Darren. At that moment there was a CRACK and Addie appeared.

"Master Harry, Addie heard noise coming from your room, is everything all-"

He stopped the moment he saw Sammie. Addie's eyes widened.

"SAMMIE?"

"HARRY POTTER MUST NOT GO TO HOGWARTS!"

And with that, Sammie vanished. Soon the rest of Harry's family entered his room.

"What's going on here?"

So Harry told them everything Sammie did.

Afterwards, Harry could tell that his parents looked concerned.

"I think," Harry's dad eventually said, "That it's best you go to sleep and forget what that house-elf said. It was probably just a prank."

What Harry's dad said made no sense.

"Addie, you recognised Sammie. From where?" Harry asked.

"Why, Sammie is the Eago House-Elf."

"What?"

"He serves the Eago family."

"There, you see," Harry's Dad said triumphantly, "He was probably sent here as a prank by one of the Eago brothers. From what you've told us they're kind of your enemies, right?"

"Well two of them are, anyway."

"Well then, it's clear as to who sent Sammie here!"

Harry slept uneasily that night.

Was Sammie sent here as a prank by one or both of the Eago brothers? Should he take his warning seriously? Harry's parents were probably trying to protect him, because despite what his dad said they looked clearly worried.

Professor: (Anonymius does not own Harry Potter or anything rel-)

Commentator: Professor, stop disclaiming things that don't need to be disclaimed!

Professor: Sorry, Sir! (-ated.)