Harry Potter and the Other Secrets of the Chamber of Secrets

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A/N: This is set after OotP.  I know they already covered the bit about the Weasley's going to Grimwald place, but I wanted to start with a quidditch match.

"And they're off," Arthur said, commentating this quidditch match.  "Its Ron (Keeper,) Harry (Seeker,) Hermoine (Chaser,) and George (Beater,) vs. Percy (Keeper,) Charlie (Seeker,) Fred (Beater,) and Ginny (Chaser.)"

Harry was very excited for the first time since Sirius died.  He had just been sprung from the Dursley's house, and he was playing his first quidditch match for over half a year, since that horrible… well don't think about that now… got to look for the snitch….  Anyways, it was against the legendary Charlie Weasley, whom Wood had said could have played for England if he wanted to.

Hermoine looked over at Harry just as he made a Wonky Faint, well that's not it, but who cares. 

"Has Harry spotted the snitch?  It looks like Charlie hasn't; he is looking around and catching up to Harry.  That's a very steep dive there.  Charlie pulled up ten feet from the ground.  Harry pulled up a few inches from it.  Wow, that was an awesome feint, even if it didn't work."  Arthur said.

Ron was also very happy.  He had just managed to block Ginny again, even if his team wasn't scoring much, neither was their team.  And he was doing much better than Percy.  Even if he was glad that Percy had finally agreed to play, he hadn't entirely forgiven him.  His apology was much too pompous still.  And Ron hadn't forgotten about that letter.  Normally it would be Bill playing opposite Keeper, but he was off, probably doing Order work.  Wait, there's Ginny streaking towards the goal he had drifted away from in his musings.   He raced over there but swerved off at the sight of a bludger from Fred on a collision course…

"Ginny Scores!  20 to 40, Ron's Team leading!"  Arthur said quite loudly.  Then he slipped off his broom in excitement and was hanging on by his crossed legs.  He managed to get himself up, but not before Hermoine stole the Quaffle from the distracted Ginny. 

Hermoine streaked towards the unprotected left golden hoop.

Percy saw her and raced to defend the hoop.

George hit a particularly well-placed bludger that hit the oblivious Percy a little lower than the stomach, and Percy doubled up in pain.

Hermoine scored.

And the infuriated Percy hexed the Quaffle 'out of here'.

The din was so great that no one could tell who said what insults to Percy.

Mrs. Weasley yelled that dinner was ready, and they all sat down huffily at the dinner table. 

"Hey Harry, how are you doing?"  Hermoine said.

"Just great."  Harry's sullen mood was back. 

Not that Hermoine thought he had no reasons to be sullen.  In fact, he had some of the best excuses in the world.  But he could live a little less… well unhappily.

"Come on, cheer up.  It's not like He is attacking right now."

            "Yeah, Harry, and that was an excellent Wronksi Feint."

            "Oh sure, Voldemort is just going to forget me especially with that…" Then he remembered he wasn't going to scare Ron and Hermoine with that stupid prophecy.  It was bad enough that he knew he was either going to be a murderer or be murdered.  Just a simple little 'r' or 'd'.  That's all the choice he had.

            "What?" chorused Ron and Hermoine, a little anxiously.

            Harry decided they didn't really want to know, and they were enjoying their summer.  "That, that, I was his only failure." 

            "Well at least that's nothing new.  For a second I was afraid you weren't going to tell us."

            Harry felt a guilty twinge. 'Oh well, I'll tell them later, when there are less people to observe their reactions.  Yeah, that's why I didn't tell them now.'

            "Well, who is going to go get the Quaffle?"

            "I'm not getting it.  It is your fault I banished it."

            "YEAH, YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT IS YOUR FAULT-" and then George and Fred started laughing, distracting Charlie his tirade, when he noticed that Percy had stopped moving and was getting grosser by the moment.

            "It's a Slime Freeze.  It freezes the taker in place for one hour while a bit of slime is excreted from their pores.  You should only use it on real Slimes." Fred and George explained.

            "Ron why don't you go find the Quaffle, I'm sure you don't want to eat anything else on your plate."

            Ron looked nervously at his plate for a second; then laughed. "O.K."  He went to go get his broom. 

            Hermoine was talking to Ginny about Ginny's latest boyfriend, discreetly looking for tips. 

            Harry asked Fred and George, "Hey how do you get that effect."

            "Well, as you are our benefactor, we don't mind telling you a few secrets," said Fred conspiratorially.

            "Well the freezing effect comes from a bit of ground up basilisk eyes, and the slime is from magical snails."  George said matter-of-factly.

            "Don't you have qualms in using dark creatures," thinking of the possibility to use dark magic to become the 'r' instead of the 'd'.

            "Nope, If we used unicorn horns and a few other ingredients, we could get almost the same effect, but it would be much sloppier, and the persons state of mind would come into play, dark creatures are much more precise, therefore, actually less dangerous."

            "But don't tell mum that."

            "Yeah, she'd flip out."

            "Why?"

            "Traditionally there is a 'moral' ban on using dark magic…"

            "But there really is no definition for Dark and Light magic.  Just lists."

"I think at one time someone tried to define Dark Magic as anything that destroyed something…"

"But then Vanishing in Transfiguration would be Dark, and that is obviously ridiculous."

"Hey guys, I got the Quaffle," Ron said.

            "We want to talk to you about something after the match is over," murmured Fred.

            "Already?" Ginny and Hermione said in union.

            "I actually saw my wand by my broomstick and, um remembered, well, I didn't look for it I just said 'accio'."  Ron said, embarrassed he hadn't thought of that sooner.

            Everyone got back to the area they used as a quidditch pitch.

            "Now, I never thought I would have to say this as this is all family, but I want a nice clean game, from all of you."  Arthur said, looking pointedly at Percy, Charlie, Fred and George.

            They played until it got dark.  Harry saw the snitch several times, but feinted in the opposite direction to lead Charlie away and extend the game.  The score was 350 to 390, and Charlie's team was winning.

            "Harry, the sun is going down, Catch the Snitch Now!" Hermione said, after she caught on to what he was doing.

            "Okay, okay."

            All of the sudden, Harry felt a certain familiar coldness and could hear screaming.  He ripped out his wand, thought about winning the match, "Expecto Patronum."  A brilliant silver stag leapt out of his wand and drove the Dementors away.

            The match was canceled and everyone went inside.  Mrs. Weasley, once updated of the situation, yelled at everyone to get packed.  They were going to number 14 Grimwald place.

            Dinner was a rather silent affair.  Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were fuming, and everyone was thinking.

            Harry thought, Bloody Heck, this is my fault.  My parents, Cedric, Sirius, now the Weasley's wouldn't have to leave if it wasn't for me.  I'm just a kid, and I don't know enough to fight off Voldemort, yet.  Wait a minute YET.  That is a good idea.  I am NOT going to be a victim any more, or have my friends be victims too.  I will just have to learn all the magic I can to…

            "Psst, Harry, after dinner, meet us in our room."

            Harry finished his meal and thoughts, I guess if there is no difference between Light and Dark than lists it won't matter, and I'll try to learn both.  Besides, Parseltongue is supposed to be black magic also.  Well I'm about done and so I guess I'll just leave now.

            He got up and left the table.  As soon as he got to the hallway, hushed voices started in the dining room.  What the heck are they playing at?  Do they think that Voldemort is going to watch them through me?  Well, they might have a point.  He fought down anger and heaved a sigh and entered Fred and George's room.

            It looked like a full-blown potions laboratory.  There were stacks of products lying around with labels on top.  Very cool.

"Would you like a treat?"

"No thanks."

"Okay, Fred you have to try it then.  I tried the last one."

Fred rolled his eyes, then popped it into his mouth.  All his hairs turned into feathers, twice the size of what the hair was in length.

Harry and George burst out laughing.  "Your… nose!"  Harry squeaked out.  Fred walked over to the full-length mirror they had on the door, and burst out laughing as well.

"Feather Fantasies"

"How long will it last?"  Harry asked, after his laughing had subsided.

"We don't really know.  That is why we are trying it out on us first, to see if we need a reversal candy as well."

"The reason we brought you here is that our stock of Basilisk eyes have run out."

"They wouldn't have, because we can just use a simple spell to copy them."

"But mum came into our room and, er, accidentally stepped on them, all."

"We told her not to worry, they were just bat eyes with an engorgement charm on them, she wouldn't be too happy if she knew…"

"So she used a cleaning spell to wipe them up and obliterated them.  We can used damaged ones, but she…" George broke off into a brooding silence.

"Don't worry about it.  I can get you some from the Chamber of Secrets.  That basilisk I killed is probably still there…

They continued to talk until late in the night.  A few times Harry thought about rejoining Ron and Hermione.  But the memory of whispers and the fact that they still hadn't come up stairs to see where he was held him back.  They all fell asleep talking.