Hey, NeoRyu777 here with another update! Many of the questions I've been recieving, such as "when can Harry use Terran spells again?" and "Where's the portal gonna be?" are answered in this one. But the fun's not over just yet, heh heh. There's an aspect of his own nature that's gonna bite him in the ass.

Disclaimer: J.K.R. owns Harry Potter, not me. If I owned Harry Potter, I'd be living a casually rich life with my girlfriend.

Chapter 4: Secrets of the Chamber

Harry didn't stop cursing for fifteen minutes after discovering that the diary was missing. When they told Hermione, it was a sign of her horrible mood that not only did she fail to reprimand Harry for his foul language, she joined him for a minute.

"OK, enough of the cursing," Daphne ordered as they went outside for some fresh air. "We need to figure out what to do next!"

Harry nodded and calmed down, trying to think logically. "Only a Slytherin could have stolen the diary, but not many would want to, considering how they think I'm the Heir of Slytherin now."

"Perhaps someone wanted to see who your next target was?" Blaise suggested.

"Perhaps," Harry agreed, "but unlikely. We need to find the Heir."

"I have an idea," Theo said abruptly. "Whenever we have some free time, let's split up around Hogwarts and guard different sections! Maybe one of us will see the Heir in action!"

Daphne smacked his head. "And get one of us killed or Petrified? I don't think so!"

Harry patted his Item Bag. "I can use one of my Soft potions to cure Justin's Petrified state. Maybe he'll be able to tell us."

For the lack of a better idea, they agreed. Harry and his friends were outside of the hospital wing's doors just in time to hear someone else talking.

"… second attack today, oh the poor dear."

"The attacks are becoming much more frequent," Dumbledore said gravely. "We must find the Heir and soon! Poppy, has Pomona told you the status of her Mandrakes?"

"They're not nearly mature yet," Madame Pomfrey's voice said sadly. "Pomona said she's going to try and find a special fertilizer she heard about, one that makes plants grow and mature at five times their normal rate."

"I hope she finds it. Where was he found?"

"Not far from the Ravenclaw Common room."

"I see. I shall continue searching for the Chamber."

"Good luck, Albus."

"I believe I shall need it. I suspect only a Parselmouth can locate and open the Chamber."

Dumbledore opened the hospital wing doors and saw Harry and his friends. "Ah, you heard about the attack?"

"No. Who was it?"

"Keith Richards, a Muggleborn Ravenclaw."

Harry sighed. Poor kid. "Professor, I was exploring the castle when I found this strange potion in a cupboard. It looks very similar to a picture of what the Mandragora Potion was supposed to look like." He pulled out one of his Soft potions. "Is there a chance we could use it to cure Justin and find out who the Heir is?"

Dumbledore took the potion from Harry and eyed it critically. "It does look like the Mandragora Potion," he agreed, "but it might be wise to see if it will cure the Petrified students first. I shall give this to Professor Snape, and he'll analyze it. Was there any more where you found it?"

"No, just the one," Harry lied. I'll be damned if I'm going to show you my stock of Terran potions!

"A pity. I shall deliver this to Professor Snape immediately."

That was in the middle of November. There had been two more attacks in the past two weeks: a Hufflepuff, and a fifth year Gryffindor had been Petrified. Harry knew he had to find the Heir and fast. Harry's Legilimency scans had not managed to find who had the diary. Whoever had it was being very careful now.

At the end of November, Harry talked to Snape about the Soft potion. "So, how's the potion analysis coming?"

Snape rubbed his brows. "It's not coming along well at all. It's almost as though it uses none of the standard potion ingredients!"

"Will you trust me if I told you that it will cure Petrification? I have experience with this potion before."

Snape looked at Harry before nodding. "I shall tell Dumbledore immediately."

The next day, Snape informed Harry that Dumbledore had refused to use the potion on the grounds of Snape was unable to decipher the ingredients, giving it an unknown effect. Harry nodded in understanding. Apparently Dumbledore had his good points. He was wise in protecting the school, but it seemed he had a blind spot for Harry.

Harry was walking outside with his friends for some fresh air, enjoying the wintry cold, when he spotted people at Hagrid's hut. "Hey, there's something going on over at Hagrid's! Come on!" He ran off, leaving his friends to try and catch up. Harry's weighted clothes slowed him down quite a bit, but he was still able to run at a fairly fast speed.

Harry and the others got there in time to hear a conversation finish.

"… public is demanding that something be done. And Hagrid, your record is against you."

"But I didn't do it! I even set yeh a letter with the proof o' how I didn't!"

"Yes, yes, Hagrid, we know you're not a Parselmouth, but the fact remains you are the only one apart from the current teachers to have lived through the experience, and you were expelled for it."

A pause. "Where'm I gonna go? Please, anywhere but Azkaban!" Hagrid's voice was horrified.

"Don't worry Hagrid, it won't be for long. Maybe a month or two while we get all this cleared up."

Harry couldn't take it anymore. Someone was arresting Hagrid for no good reason! He slammed open the door with an open palm, emerald eyes blazing. There was Hagrid, Lucius Malfoy, Dumbledore and a short man wearing a bowler hat. He recognized the man with a bowler hat as Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic. "You will not arrest Hagrid," Harry said angrily. "You have no evidence whatsoever, and you cannot simply disregard the law."

"Now see here…!"

"No, YOU see here!" Harry raised his voice above Fudge's. "If you arrest Hagrid, you'll be meeting my law-wizards in court for abusing your power and disregard for the law!" This was a bluff; Harry didn't have any law-wizards yet, but now Harry fully intended to get some. "Should be an interesting show," Harry continued, his voice almost pleasant now as he saw Fudge's nervous face. "Minister of Magic arresting people for no reason, throwing them in Azkaban without a trial… I wonder how many others you've done this to… ah, I can just see the papers now."

"Perhaps we can come to some sort of arrangement?" Fudge asked, sweating.

"I don't think so," Harry replied coldly. "Now, if you were a smart man – which I'm beginning to doubt – you'd leave now, and think very carefully before you start arresting innocent men. If you do, I might just consider forgetting this ever happened."

Fudge nodded quickly. "Gentlemen," he said hastily in farewell before he fairly flew out of the hut.

Lucius Malfoy cleared his throat. "Now that our esteemed Minister has taken his leave, it is time for me to do what I came here to do." He pulled out a paper. "The school board is calling for you to step down. You have proven yourself unable to protect our future, our children. The board will assign someone else the position of Headmaster for next semester, and your deputy will handle the school until then. As you can see, these orders have all twelve signatures."

Dumbledore nodded. "I see. Well, if the board wants me to step down, then of course I shall oblige them. Who am I to disregard the will of the people? But, I think you'll find that I will never truly be gone, not while there are those still loyal to me. Those who seek help need only to ask."

He left, and Hagrid was looking at Dumbledore's back in shock. He turned to face Lucius. "Yeh can't do that! Dumbledore's the only thing keepin' the Heir from killin'!"

Lucius didn't even bother to answer. He just left, following Dumbledore. Harry was of mixed feelings. It was true that he had some differences with the manipulative old man, but Dumbledore was extraordinarily powerful, and it was quite likely his presence had been keeping the Heir from attacking too often. Things are about to go from bad to worse.

I hate it when I'm right. It was early December, a mere week and a half after Dumbledore's departure, and there had already been three attacks. Cho Chang from Ravenclaw, Ernie MacMillan from Hufflepuff and a fifth year Gryffindor had all been Petrified. Almost everyone had signed the form to go back to their families over break, obviously wanting to get away from the dangerous place that Hogwarts was right now.

McGonagall had taken over Dumbledore's duties while he was away, and the strain on her was clearly showing. She had bags under her eyes from no sleep, trying to juggle her classes, Headmaster duties, and finding the Heir of Slytherin. Flitwick was helping, but there was only so much he could do. Lockhart was no help at all.

Harry was still searching everywhere he could think of for the Chamber and scanning everyone with Legilimency to find the Heir, to no avail. He was even openly using Seth, telling it in English in public to try and find someone who smelled like a Basilisk, but even Seth couldn't find the Heir.

Harry suddenly heard a scream from down the halls. He rushed over as fast as his weighted legs could carry him, and his heart caught in his throat. There, on the floor, was the Petrified form of Hermione. There was already a crowd, so Harry was thankfully safe from the accusations that he did it. Above her was another message written in blood. "Her skeleton will lie in the Chamber forever," Harry read out loud. "Who else is missing?" he yelled to the crowd, who fell silent. "Who's missing?!"

Four red-heads immediately looked at Harry. "Potter!" they yelled in unison. Fred and George linked arms with Harry, and took him to a corner.

"You're coming with us," Percy said coldly.

"What's going on?" Harry asked.

"Ginny's the one missing," Ron said in a voice that screamed desperation. "I know you and I have had our differences, but please, help us save her!"

"I would, if I knew where the Chamber of Secrets was!" Harry answered. "I mean, only one person died last time, and that was Myrtle… in her stall… no fucking way… how could we have been so blind?" Myrtle should know!

"What?" Fred asked.

"Myrtle died in her stall in the girl's bathroom, where the Heir of Slytherin and the Basilisk killed her! The entrance must be in there somewhere!" Harry said quickly. It's the best guess we have! "Daphne! Blaise! Theo!" The three Slytherins, who were standing away from the crowd, talking in low voices, looked up. "Blaise, take care of Hermione! Daphne, Theo, you two are with me! I think we've found the Chamber of Secrets!"

"We're coming too!" the Weasleys said together.

Harry mentally cursed. That means I won't be able to draw on Quetzalcoatl in battle without giving away my secret. Damn. "Fine, fine, come on!"

Blaise began levitating Hermione to the hospital wing while Harry's group ran to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. When they reached it, Harry immediately saw Myrtle. "Hey, Myrtle, there's been another attack…"

"And you're looking for the Chamber?" Myrtle asked softly. "Yes, I saw a redhead today speaking strangely to one of the sinks. It opened up."

Harry understood this. "Myrtle, she's being possessed by Tom Riddle's diary. He was the Heir of Slytherin."

Myrtle gasped. "Tommy was the Heir! Oh, I knew I shouldn't have trusted him!"

Harry turned to see his six companions behind him. "Don't just stand there, look at the sinks! Try to find anything related to a snake!"

It took a minute, but finally Ron yelped. "Oi, Potter, I think I found it!"

Harry rushed over. Did he? Is that a… yes, it is! "A snake engraving," Harry breathed. "The Heir must have to speak Parseltongue to it to open it up. No wonder no one's ever found it."

"Enough of the awe, Harry, just open it up already!" Daphne snapped, her nerves already frazzled. Harry couldn't blame her. We're about to open up a Chamber with a giant basilisk ready to kill and eat all of us to save the first girl Weasley in generations from a possessive diary of Lord Voldemort. Could this get any weirder?

Harry took a deep breath. "Open up."

And with that, the sinks began to shift and rearrange, resulting in a large hole. Theo peered down it. "Looks pretty slimy," he commented. "Any chance of some stairs?"

"The slide'll be faster," Harry answered. "Theo, you're first."

He promptly jumped down. "Wheeeeeeeeeee…"

Harry sweat-dropped. He's enjoying this way too much… "Daphne, go on."

"Whatever." She jumped down, sliding down without making a sound.

"Weasleys?" Harry asked pointedly.

"I'll stay here in case for when the teachers get here," Percy volunteered. "They'll need to know what's going on."

"We're next!" Fred yelled, and then jumped down. "Yahoo!"

" Bonzai!" George agreed as he jumped in after his twin.

"Weasley?" Harry asked, looking at Ron, who looked rather green, but nodded. Harry was proud of him. Even afraid, his loyalty to his sister overrides everything. "Jump on in, then."

Ron took a deep, calming breath, and leapt in. Harry waited a couple of seconds before doing the same.

The slide was long and very, very grimy. Harry shot out of the slide and landed in some mud, near some of the others. Grimacing, he pulled out his wand. "Scourgify," he said irritably, cleaning up his robes a bit. The robes were far too dirty to clean with such a simple spell, but it lightened them up a bit. The others, seeing Harry clean himself up, did the same.

"Come on," Harry ordered, and they were about to go down the long tunnel in front of them when another shape shot out of the slide. When it picked itself up, everyone saw that it wasn't Percy, like they expected, but Gilderoy Lockhart!

"Well done, well done," Lockhart said with a grin, his wand aimed. "You found the Chamber of Secrets."

"Lockhart, what are you doing?" Harry demanded. "We're trying to save someone here!"

"Oh no, Potter, she's already dead," Lockhart said with that same grin. "Or at least, that's what I'll say. Poor Ginny Weasley was already dead by the time I reached her, and in their grief Harry Potter and the Weasleys were driven hopelessly mad, killing Miss Greengrass and Mr. Nott. Then I'll take some spare sheddings of the Basilisk and go back up. I'll be hailed for killing the Basilisk and discovering the Chamber!"

Harry shook his head. "We don't have time to deal with you. Expelliarmus!"

Lockhart was surprised by the spell and only just managed to dodge in time. "Say goodbye to your memories! Obliviate!" he screamed, putting all of his power into the spell.

A huge white light erupted from Lockhart's wand and started rushing at the seven students, and only one of them knew a way to get out of it. I hate this. "REFLECT!" Harry bellowed, creating a shimmering red diamond-like shield around him as he leapt forward to catch the blast.

The Obliviate spell hit Harry's Reflect and shot back towards Lockhart, who had no chance against his own spell. The spell rocketed into Lockhart, who slammed into the wall, falling unconscious. The remainder of the spell, the magic, blasted against the wall next to Lockhart. Harry heard the ceiling start crumbling.

"Cave-in!" Harry yelled, rushing forwards. The others took off after him, but suddenly a huge load of boulders fell from the ceiling, effectively blocking their way. Only Harry had managed to get through.

"Damn it!" Harry heard from the other side.

"Harry, get going and save Ginny!" Daphne ordered. "We'll work on digging this out of the way so you can get back!"

"Roger!" Harry said before turning and running. Along the way, he dispelled the weight charms on his clothes and had Quetzalcoatl put his junctions on, resulting in a huge speed increase. The hallway was pretty long, Harry had to admit, but it eventually came to an end in front of a huge set of double doors, guarded by a pair of jade snakes that looked almost lifelike.

Harry glared at the door. "Open up."

The double doors opened and Harry could see Ginny in the middle of the room, lying down in her pale-as-moonlight skin. Harry rushed over to her, keeping his senses alert just in case. "Come on, Ginny, wake up," he coaxed.

"She won't wake," a voice said. Harry looked up to see an almost-solid-looking young man, perhaps sixteen or seventeen, with black hair, wearing Slytherin robes.

:He looks a lot like you,: Quetzalcoatl commented.

Now's not the time. "Who are you?"

"Don't you recognize me? I am Tom Riddle," the figure said.

Harry's eyes narrowed. "Voldemort… at age sixteen?"

The figure looked shocked. "How did you know?"

"I worked it out after you told me your middle name," Harry said coolly. He shook his head. "Lord Voldemort is an anagram of your name."

"Impressive, Harry Potter. The girl won't wake, as I drain her life force and let it become my own. She was foolish, Harry, she poured her soul into me, writing so often. And I fed on it, becoming stronger. Eventually I was able to pour some of my soul back into her…"

"Resulting in possession," Harry finished. "You used her to open the Chamber and release the Basilisk."

Voldemort nodded with a grin. "You are quite clever. The girl told me a lot about you, you know? About how she never thought she'd have a chance with the famous Boy-Who-Lived. She told me how you vanquished the future me, and I felt myself wanting to see just how the real thing measures up. Now, let us see who is stronger: the famous Boy-Who-Lived, or the wrath of the Heir of Slytherin, the Dark Lord Voldemort!"

Voldemort raised Ginny's wand and fired a curse silently at Harry, who dodged; the Reflect had worn off only a minute before. "Expelliarmus!" Harry countered.

The spell just went right through Voldemort, who laughed. "I am not yet whole, Harry, you cannot hit me!"

"Oh yeah," Harry said grimly, "let's see you try this on for size! Espiritu expello!"

It was a spell Harry had located in the library in all his days of research. It was the Spirit Banishing Charm, designed to work on spirits and phantasms of almost any variety. Harry had spent some time to learn it, practicing on Peeves whenever he annoyed him.

A ghostly silver-white spell shot out from Harry's wand and struck Voldemort dead in the chest, sending him flying back several feet. He got up with a scowl, but he seemed to be gaining strength every second. He was slowly becoming less and less transparent.

I've got to find a way to get rid of Voldemort before he drains Ginny of all her life force! Harry thought desperately. Would a Holy work?

:If you cast Holy, you'll probably cause another cave-in!: Quetzalcoatl warned.

"That hurt, Potter. Let's see how you deal with Slytherin's pet, the Basilisk. Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts Four!" The Basilisk came out, but Harry didn't bother to shield his eyes from its glare; his junctions made him immune.

"Attack him!" Riddle cried

"Wait!" Harry spoke up. "Your master here is just a memory, not the real thing! Why do you serve him?"

"He is a descendant of Slytherin, my creator. Thus, Tom Marvolo Riddle is my master. Yet, you also speak the serpent tongue. Are you a descendant as well?"

Harry paused. "I don't know. I have not yet been able to trace my ancestry."

The Basilisk's tongue slithered out, tasting the air. "An honest answer speaks well of you, young speaker. Where did you acquire the ability to speak the noble tongue?"

"I believe it happened when Tom Riddle attacked me as a babe. His Killing Curse was somehow reflected off of me, and when he lost his body, he transferred the ability to speak to serpents to me."

"Why would I attack a babe?" Riddle spat. "No babe is that much of a threat to me."

"It is if there's a prophecy about it," Harry replied bluntly. "I don't know what exactly it says, but I've gathered that I'm supposed to be the savior of the world again."

The Basilisk appeared outraged and stared at Riddle, who had his head bowed not to see into its eyes. "You would attack and kill a youngling? You dishonor the Slytherin line!"

"His mother was a Muggleborn! He has Muggle blood!"

"That does not mean you can kill without mercy!" the Basilisk argued. "My creator, Salazar Slytherin, didn't want to take in Muggleborns because he feared they would tell Muggles of the magical world and have them storm the castle. He thought that even if they didn't tell, they would be forced to split from their families, causing more hatred for the magical world from that side!"

"Times have changed, miss," Harry said softly, recognizing the Basilisk's 'voice' as a female. "The Muggles now believe that magic does not exist. Even if a Muggleborn were to go screaming to the world that magic exists, he or she would be locked away into a facility for crazy people. A Muggleborn no longer has to fear their community or family, and each has the choice to forgo magical education or not. Tom Riddle here right now is killing someone to be brought back to life." He indicated Ginny, who was turning ever paler. "Riddle, in his past, has killed hundreds mercilessly and needlessly, in the name of Slytherin. I ask of you, miss, please help me save my friend."

The Basilisk looked right into Harry's eyes, and Harry lowered his shields. "Yes… I can see the truth there. Do what must be done."

"Accio diary!" Harry suddenly cried, and the black book zoomed over into Harry's free hand. Before Riddle could react, Harry brought out his gunblade and stabbed it into the diary, which started spurting ink.

Riddle screamed in pain before flashing white and exploding into energy, which settled back into Ginny, who almost instantly regained all of her color. She began to stir.

"Please, lady, close your eyes!"

The Basilisk closed her eyes as Ginny sat up, rubbing her eyes blearily. "Huh, where am I?" She looked around and saw Harry and the Basilisk. "Harry! I'm so sorry, I tried to tell you that it was me, Tom was possessing me and…" Ginny broke down and started to cry.

Harry pulled her into an embrace and rubbed her back. "It's ok, it'll all be ok…" After a minute or so, Ginny broke the embrace and saw the Basilisk.

"The Basilisk! It's out!" she screamed.

Harry barely stopped himself from clutching his ears in pain. "Yes, I know. She won't attack anyone who doesn't deserve it."

"Indeed, I was placed here not to rid the school of Muggleborns, but to protect the school should an enemy attack. I apologize for attacking so many students, but I had no choice. I had to obey Slytherin's edicts, one of which was to obey his Heirs unless one is challenged. Whoever more closely aligns himself with Slytherin's views would be my new master, and that is you, Harry Potter."

Harry's jaw dropped. So did Ginny's.

"H-H-H-Harry," Ginny stuttered. "Did I just understand the Basilisk?"

"If she said something along the lines of me being her new master, then yes you did understand her."

Ginny fainted. Harry caught her before she fell. She must have absorbed some of Tom's powers thanks to the frequent possessions, Harry thought.

"Now that she is no longer consciously present, there is something more I must tell you," the Basilisk continued. "I am the second-in-command and Hydra's contact on Earth, and she keeps in telepathic contact. Hydra believes you worthy of her mark that places you above any other snake-speaker alive. Show me your left hand."

Harry extended the hand, and the Basilisk leaned over it. A single drop of venom fell from one of her teeth and landed on Harry's hand. Harry refrained from hissing in pain as the venom burned its way onto his hand. When it finished, Harry looked at the back of his hand. It now had a tattoo of a nine-headed snake. It was already fading.

"To show your superiority, merely will the tattoo to resurface and it will."

Harry would have bowed, but he was still holding Ginny with his right arm. So instead, he bowed his head as deeply as he could. "I am greatly honored. Thank you."

Seth crawled out from Harry's sleeve and bowed its head. "I, too, am greatly honored to meet the commander in chief of this world."

"Ah, it is young Seth, companion to the dimension-traveler," the Basilisk greeted. "You have done well for yourself, I see. Keep it up, and maybe you'll replace me when I finally die."

Seth's eyes widened as far as they could go. He was apparently speechless. Thankfully, Harry decided to change the subject. "Listen, I need to get back to my friends. Thank you very much for helping me. What may I call you?"

"You may call me… Sanath. Go, return to your friends."

Harry nodded, pocketing the once-evil diary before picking Ginny up bridal style. Harry returned to the site of the cave-in, where the Weasleys plus Theo and Daphne had opened a hole for them to exit. Lockhart was still unconscious.

"Ginny!" the three conscious Weasleys yelled as they ran over to Harry.

"She'll be fine," Harry reassured everyone. "She just had a bit of a nasty shock. After I got rid of the thing draining her life force, she found out she had absorbed some of its powers, including the ability to speak Parseltongue."

"She's a Parselmouth now?" Fred and George asked together. Harry nodded. "Hmm. D'ya think she can convince some of the snakes around here to help with pranks?"

Harry couldn't help it. He started laughing. "O-Only you," he said between laughs. "Only you two could think of pranks at a time like this!"

Fred, George, Ron and Theo joined Harry in his laughter, and even Daphne giggled a little – though she'd deny it if Harry ever asked.

Harry suddenly turned serious as he set Ginny down next to Lockhart to rest. "Seriously, we've got a bit of a problem. You remember what I did when this ponce here tried to Memory Charm us?"

"You jumped in front of us, yelling Reflect," Ron said simply. "Why?"

"Well, that was one of my greatest secrets," Harry told him. "No one's supposed to know I can do that. Dumbledore Memory Charmed me my first day of classes in our first year to make me forget everything before Hogwarts. With some help, I broke the charm, but Dumbledore doesn't know. I need him to keep thinking it's in place, and since he can read minds… well, I need to take away those memories."

Ron looked suspicious. "Why would Dumbledore Memory Charm you?"

Harry sighed and looked deep into Ron's eyes, pulling him into one of Harry's memories. When they came out, Ron was shaking in anger. "That bastard!"

"My sentiments exactly," Harry agreed. "So you see, I can't let you remember. You don't know Occlumency."

"I understand," Ron said softly. Fred and George, seeing Ron's sudden maturity, stood beside him at either side, hands on his shoulders in a show of support.

"If it's good enough for him, it's more than good enough for us," Fred said.

"So get on with the Memory Charming!" George finished.

Harry nodded and took a deep breath. "Obliviate!"

The three Weasleys were now very disoriented before regaining their balance. Harry had just made them think that Lockhart had made an extravagant flourish, accidentally flipping the wand back towards himself, resulting in a backfiring of the Memory Charm. He had also erased the conversation after they had laughed.

"Let's get back up to Hogwarts," Harry said with a smile, and everyone nodded. Harry picked up Ginny again and carried her while Fred and George dragged Lockhart by the arms.

"Erm, Potter, how are we supposed to get up?" Ron asked, looking at the slide.

Harry felt rather stupid. "I don't know. Um, up?" he tried. Nothing happened. "Stairs?"

The slide suddenly twisted and morphed, turning into a perfect spiral staircase. Harry sighed in relief. "I just had to say 'Stairs' in Parseltongue." He began climbing up the stairs, only to stop when he suddenly heard some thunking. He turned around to see Fred and George still dragging Lockhart. "Um, guys? Can't you levitate him?"

"Nah, more fun this way," Fred said.

"What my devilishly handsome twin said," George agreed.

"Wait, if I'm devilishly handsome, so are you," Fred pointed out.

"Why, so I am!" George exclaimed in false surprise. Theo started laughing.

Harry rolled his eyes and turned back to climbing the long staircase. Finally, they emerged at the top, where Percy was waiting.

"Ginny!" he cried.

"Hush, she's sleeping!" Harry hissed at him. "She's fine. Anyone else show up?"

"No one," Percy said irritably. He took a second look at them all. "You're all filthy! Scourgify!" Percy's cleaning spell helped a bit, but Harry suspected that the grime had gotten too far into the robes to ever fully wash out.

"Give it a rest, Perce," Fred told him. "We've been doing that since we first landed down there. The only thing that could clean it now is a house-elf."

"We should go tell a teacher that Ginny's safe now," Percy said in a relieved tone. "Potter… thank you."

"No problem. I'm not as evil as I look, you know. I like helping people." Harry paused. "Usually," he amended.

Percy struggled but couldn't fully hide an amused smirk at Harry's comment. "Let's go find McGonagall. She should be in the Headmaster's office."

Everyone nodded and followed Percy – George sighed and began levitating the still-unconscious Lockhart. Percy, as prefect, knew the password – "Jolly Ranchers" – and they walked up. Harry began frowning. He could sense the unique feline core of McGonagall, but there were also two more people; one was fairly powerful, while the other one had a compressed, tightly coiled feel to it.

They knocked. "Come in!" McGonagall's voice ordered, clipped. When the Weasleys, Harry, Daphne and Theo came in carrying Ginny and Lockhart, her jaw dropped. She blinked several times, trying to make sense of the situation, before finally sitting down in Dumbledore's chair.

Harry instantly recognized the other two people in the room as Arthur and Molly Weasley. He was shocked at discovering that the compressed magic belonged to Arthur, but Harry kept that hidden well. Before he could make any other observations, Molly Weasley had leapt up off her chair and rushed to Ginny, who was still sleeping in Harry's arms. "Ginny!"

Harry smiled. It was good to see the reunification of a family almost lost. It was… cathartic, in a way. By preventing one family from losing a precious member, my own hurt seems less somehow. Harry passed Ginny off to the almost hysterical mother, who quieted almost instantly as she held Ginny close. She sat back down next to her husband, and the two of them looked incredibly relieved.

McGonagall cleared her throat. "Would someone mind filling me in on what happened?"

Harry looked around, suddenly feeling several eyes on him. Ron, Fred, George, Percy, Theo and Daphne were all staring at him. "Um, maybe Percy should start with how he and his brothers found out Ginny was missing?" Harry asked weakly.

Harry sighed in relief when the stares turned to the tallest redhead child. "Very well," Percy said formally. "This morning, my brothers and I were trying to find Ginny, as our mother had received no reply to the query if she was going to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas. We asked a few of Ginny's friends in Slytherin, but they told us that when they woke up, Ginny's bed was deserted and quite cold.

"Fred and George confessed to Ron and me that they had a way of finding where she was, and disappeared into their dorm for a few minutes. When they came back out, they looked quite pale. 'She's not on the grounds,' they said.

"Naturally, our first instinct was to find you, Professor, but we first came across the message on the wall, the one that said 'Her skeleton will lie in the Chamber forever.' That was when we saw Potter, who at the time was quite upset over the Petrification of Hermione Granger. After a brief discussion, the four of us agreed to ask Potter for help; after all, he seemed to be the one with most information, and he is a Parselmouth. We thought he may have a few clues to the location of the Chamber," Percy concluded.

All eyes then turned to Harry, who cleared his throat and swallowed. I hate being the center of attention… Harry quickly told the story with as many details as he could, omitting his Reflect spell and the Mark of Hydra. He also left out his use of the gunblade to destroy the diary, instead claiming to have used a long, sharp, jagged stone. "It turns out that Salazar Slytherin actually wasn't that bad of a guy. He discriminated against Muggleborns to keep them safe, in his mind. He didn't want to break up any families by pitting Muggles against a Muggleborn witch or wizard, and he didn't want to risk the location of Hogwarts either. He placed a Basilisk in the Chamber for his Heirs to control to protect Hogwarts, not to purge it. So, I asked the Basilisk to sleep until I call for it. After that, I came back, used Parseltongue to make stairs up the slide, met up with Percy, and we all came here."

Everyone was staring at Harry still, who barely kept himself from shifting uncomfortably. Look away, come on, focus on something else! Harry took the mutilated diary out of his pocket and put it on the desk. "This is the diary. Ginny is innocent of all of Tom's acts. But she's got a few things she needs to work out. Since she was possessed so much, part of Tom's power transferred to Ginny. She is a Parselmouth now, like me."

That did the trick; now everyone was focusing on the sleeping form of Ginny. The Weasley parents looked a little concerned, but it was Molly who dissolved the worry. "She's still our little girl, and we don't love her any less for it."

Harry sighed in relief. For a moment, he'd been worried they would disown her or something. McGonagall cleared her throat. "Now that the incident has been dealt with, I shall consult Albus. He will need to know about these new developments."

Just then, almost as though it was cued, a flash of fire erupted behind everyone. It dissipated a moment later, leaving Dumbledore holding onto the feathers of Fawkes. He blinked, slightly confused. Did I miss something? Why is everyone here? "Hello, Minerva, Arthur, Molly, Mssrs. Weasley, Mr. Potter, Mr. Nott, Miss Greengrass." He quickly used Legilimency on McGonagall to find out what was happening. Harry not only found, but went into the Chamber of Secrets already? And he rescued Ginny? I have to see this for myself! He turned on Harry, reading his memories.

Harry had by now developed a habit of making copies of any new memories for outside of his core Occlumency shields even while doing other things. He had to focus on altering those that needed it, but he'd gotten so proficient at doing so that he only required a few seconds, and he'd changed the Chamber memories during the long climb up the spiral staircase. As a result, Dumbledore saw that Harry had reasoned with the Basilisk before Summoning the diary and stabbing it with a conveniently sharp rock. Then he felt Harry's shock when he found that he was the Basilisk's new master, before leaving with Ginny, joining up with the Weasleys, and coming to the office.

Dumbledore cleared his throat; he had only been in the office for a few seconds. "I see that Miss Weasley is safe and sound. Well done, Mr. Potter. You not only stopped the Heir, but have gained a new ally, though I'll thank you not to call on her unless Hogwarts is under attack."

Harry nodded seriously. "If you don't mind me asking, sir, why are you here? I thought the school board asked you to step down."

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with mirth. "It seems that several of them came to me this morning, telling stories of how Lucius Malfoy threatened their families, and then told me that they felt I should return to my position at Hogwarts."

The question is, is that real, or did Dumbledore Memory Charm them all? Harry asked himself. That does seem like something the Malfoy family would do, but Dumbledore's life of power is here at Hogwarts.

:There is no point to this line of questioning,: Quetzalcoatl asserted. :Even if Dumbledore did use the Memory Charm, there is no way we could prove it. And we know not to trust Dumbledore anyway.:

True enough, Harry admitted. "Welcome back, sir."

There was an immediate chorus of "Welcome back, Professor." Dumbledore smiled warmly at Harry. It appears as though my plan to make him dependent on me is working, Dumbledore thought in satisfaction.

"It is good to be back. Now, if I may ask, what has happened to Gilderoy?" Dumbledore asked, already knowing the answer.

"The git followed us," Ron said angrily. "Then he went on about how he was going to claim the credit for finding the Chamber, killing the Basilisk, and being too late to save Ginny. Then he said something about all of us losing our minds. Since none of us, at the moment, had our wands drawn, he decided to show off."

"Yeah," Fred agreed. "He did a few twirls of his wand, and then yelled 'Obliviate'."

"But the idiot had accidentally flipped his wand around and hadn't noticed," George added, rolling his eyes. "So his blasted himself into the wall. He hasn't woken up since."

"Oh dear," Dumbledore said with mock concern. He'd known Lockhart was a fraud the moment he met him, thanks to Legilimency. "Slain by your own sword, eh Gilderoy? It looks as though he'll be in the long-term ward of Saint Mungo's to recover his memory. Well, children, it's time you go and clean yourselves up. If I recall correctly from Minerva's reports, all of the Weasleys are going to return home for Christmas?"

"Yes," Mrs. Weasley said firmly.

Mr. Weasley got up. "Harry, thank you for saving our daughter. I would like to invite you to the Burrow for Christmas break."

Harry considered for a moment, but shook his head. "Thank you for the offer; it means a lot. But Christmas should be spent with family. I refuse to intrude on that."

"Are you sure?" Surprisingly, it was Ron who asked. "Listen, Pot – Harry. I'm sorry for doubting you all this time. I let my prejudice against Slytherin blind me to what you're really like. I'm sorry you had to save my sister for me to see that. Maybe we can start over?"

Harry smiled. "Hi, I'm Harry Potter of Slytherin." He extended a hand.

Ron shook it. "Ron Weasley of Gryffindor. Nice to meet you."

"Likewise."

"So, you coming?" Ron asked.

Harry shook his head ruefully. "I'm sorry, Ron, everyone, but I can't. Nothing against you guys, but I have some unfinished business I have to take care of. Besides, Ginny needs her family, not her crush, right now. She may be innocent of everything Tom did, but she may have a hard time coming to terms with what he did in her body. Me being there would only make that worse. Maybe next year, if the offer still stands, I'll take you up on it." Harry looked the Weasleys in the eyes, and saw their acceptance. He felt strangely better seeing that.

"OK, enough of the touch-feely moments!" Daphne blurted. "I feel horrid, and I'm willing to bet I look it too! There's slime in my hair, there's mud all over me! I need a shower, and I'm going to get it if I have to curse the walls down!"

Harry and Theo looked at each other and started laughing. They were shortly joined by everyone still awake. Even McGonagall cracked a smile. "Yeah, I need a shower too," Theo agreed.

"Let's get out of here," Harry said, heading for the door, Theo and Daphne following.

Fred and George shared a glance before facing the Headmaster. "We have to go," Fred said.

"Showers to take…"

"Pranks to plan…"

"Mayhem to create…"

"The usual," they finished together before taking off after Harry's group.

Ron looked at their quickly-retreating backs. He didn't bother to come up with an excuse. "Later, Mum, Dad!"

Dumbledore looked at Percy, his eyes twinkling. "You know, I think, considering what they've just accomplished, that they have earned permission to use the prefect's bathrooms for today. Please inform Miss Greengrass that the girl's password is 'Freshly scented'."

"Yes sir." Percy ran off after the others.

And so, for the first time in many, many years, Gryffindors and Slytherins walked side by side, chatting amiably, bonded by working to save a girl Gryffindor by upbringing, and Slytherin by nature, a Slytherin Weasley, Ginny.

That night, Harry was sliding back towards the Chamber of Secrets. Ginny may have been the tie between the Weasleys and Slytherins, but Harry needed to create the tie between Earth and Terra. He'd finally found a completely private place only he could access unless Voldemort was somehow resurrected, which Harry thought unlikely. And Ginny's probably not going to want to come back down here, either, after the experience with the diary, Harry thought to himself grimly.

Harry entered the inner Chamber, the place where he'd seen Sanath, who had returned to bed in the mouth of the statue of Slytherin. He reached the middle. Creating a stable, permanent portal was very tricky. Harry had to create the eight elemental symbols with blood in a circle around the place where the portal was to be. These symbols would then be able to draw magic from around it to power the portal. But the symbols had to be placed in a certain order as well, for balance. Holy and Dark, Fire and Water, Earth and Wind, Lightning and Ice all had to be on opposite sides. Not only that, but the circle had to be progressive, in the sense that each element, going around, seemed to lead to the next.

Finally, Harry worked out the order: Water, Ice, Dark, Earth, Fire, Lightning, Wind, and Holy. Holy was generally centered on peace of mind and healing, so it was only right that Water and Wind were around each side, Wind often symbolizing the mind and Water healing. Water, when frozen, turned to Ice, and winter, with which Ice was associated, had longer nights and shorter days, so Dark followed Ice. Earth was after that, due to the fact that the dead always returned to the Earth for their bodies to be recycled back into nature. Then came Fire, as deep within the Earth there was a core of magma, where Earth and Fire came together and mingled. Lightning was next, as Fire and Wind mixed to form the burning strike from the sky.

Thanks to Odin's gift of knowledge, Harry knew he had to make the portal very large, so as to fully effective in drawing the chaotic portal energies of the world to this one spot. Thankfully, Harry had come prepared for blood – the house-elves had been very helpful in providing the excess blood they had from cooking the large amounts of meat. Of course, Harry had convinced them not to tell anyone.

Harry then proceeded to painstakingly make the eight magical symbols in blood. Once he was certain he had them all correct, now he had to activate them. First, he went to Holy. "Cure." A pink light erupted from Harry's hands, embodying one of Harry's Cure spells, and moved over the symbol. Then, Harry went to Water. "Water." A clear blue started hovering over the symbol. Harry moved onto each element, casting a spell for each. "Blizzard." "Demi." "Quake." "Fire." "Thunder." "Aero."

Once all eight had one of Harry's spells, the spells flashed and sank into their symbols, which began to glow the same light of the spells. Harry stood just outside the circle. "I call upon the eight elements to create a link between the worlds of Earth and Terra! I bid thee, make a portal to Centra Ruins, and may it last until the end of time!"

As Harry finished the incantation, the light of the eight symbols began to swirl together in a spiral, going faster and faster until all eight colors – pink for Holy, blue for Water, light blue for Ice, black for Dark, brown for Earth, red for Fire, white for Lightning, and green for Wind – collided in the center of the circle. There was a great flash of light, and when it cleared, Harry was able to see a very large, light purple wormhole.

Harry let out a relieved smile. I've done it! he thought. Finally, the permanent portal is complete!

Just then, a figure Harry recognized as Odin stepped through. "I see you finally found a suitable spot," Odin observed with a smile. "Now, to add my personal touch, to make sure the worlds don't get any closer together." He waved his hands for a few moments, muttering under his breath, and the portal flashed white for a moment before returning to its former color. "There, done."

Harry gaped. "I thought that the portal would just make sure monsters don't show up where they're not supposed to!"

Odin shrugged. "I forgot to mention that I could add my own touch as a Guardian Force to make a portal a fixed length. Now the worlds won't merge. You were beginning to push it, Harry, there were random portals opening every now and then, but I was able to quickly kill the creatures about to go through them. If it had kept up much longer, I wouldn't have been able to get them all. Anyway, I'm going back to Centra. Later!"

With that, Odin stepped back through the portal and disappeared. Harry sighed. "Sanath!"

"What is it, Harry?"

"Monsters will be appearing every now and then from the portal in the middle of the room. Would you mind taking care of them? Just let me know if you have trouble."

"Yes, Harry. This actually solves the problem of finding my food as well, so thank you."

"No problem." Now I can take everyone to Terra for additional training, Harry thought in satisfaction. He suddenly realized that in the past day he'd cast nine Terran spells, and was promptly horrified. Quetzacoatl, how's my magical core holding up after all those spells?

:Actually, you only actively cast one – the Reflect against the Memory Charm. The rest could be considered similar to trading stock with another SeeD, so that didn't affect the core at all, aside from the day or two required to replenish those spells,: Quetzalcoatl explained. Harry felt quite relieved. :However, Reflect, as you know, is an Advanced Level spell. You were nowhere near ready to cast this with no negative effects. Your core's adaptation to wizarding magic has slowed to a crawl.:

Shit, what kind of a situation am I looking at?

:You would have had a very difficult time in your fourth year,: Quetzalcoatl responded. :However, your new bond to Sanath combined with the Mark of Hydra to alleviate these ill effects and even resulted in an overall increase in your magical adaptation speed. The bonding with Sanath forced your core's ability to use wizarding magic to mix with Sanath's innate magic, which mostly fixed the damage from your Reflect spell. The Mark of Hydra created a bridge between your Terran magic and your Earth magic, due to Hydra's presence in all worlds, which resulted in an easier transition to being able to use both.:

Harry was listening intently, and thought he understood all of this. So, about when can I use Beginner level Terran spells?

:I am uncertain, but it should be sometime over the summer, approximately your birthday. To stay safe, I would suggest early September.:

When I start my third year. Got it.

:There is… something else…:

What is it?

:Do you recall how I once told you that your body would never be able to handle one thousand Ultima spells?:

Yes.

:Well, you currently have 97 Ultima, 124 Flare and 113 Holy spells, as you know,: Quetzalcoatl said slowly. :Recall that you replicate these spells over time, but each spell doubles every four months, give or take a week. In essence, in approximately four months, you will have at least twice as many Ultima, Flare and Holy spells than any Terran could stock. According to my observations, at this point you will start feeling great pain by your core being forced to grow even larger. This will only get worse as time goes by. By the time you reach five hundred of each, I believe you will be quite insane.:

Harry did a quick mental calculation. But that's only nine months away!

:Indeed. I can think of just three ways to keep this from happening. The first and simplest way is to get rid of all the Ultima you have. Of course, this comes with the downside that wherever you do will be absolutely destroyed. The second option is to slowly up the amount of Ultima you can handle by casting two every time you gain three more. The third option is to gain an Animagus form as soon as possible.:

What?

:By gaining a secondary form, I believe you will be able to divide your stocked spells between your human form and your animal form, provided that it is a magical one. For instance, you could have two hundred Ultima spells, and then divide it up between you and your animal form so you retain one hundred and fifty, and the animal has fifty. As your core doubles your spells slowly, when you hit the point of pain too extreme to take, you can shunt some of your Ultima to your animal form.:

How do you know all this? Harry asked incredulously.

:I do not. It is merely a theory; I have no evidence whether it will work or not. Regardless, it is the best option if it does work.:

Harry almost fell over in shock and disappointment. Nevertheless, Harry had to admit, it was the best option he had available, since he was unwilling to compromise his magical core's adaptation to wizarding magic by casting Ultima. Looks like I have a lot of work to do; I have to be able to do fifth and sixth year spells before I can complete the transformation. Harry was a little more than midway through third year Transfiguration, and he was finding it difficult.

As Harry climbed back up the stairs to Myrtle's bathroom, he explained to Seth the situation and asked for an opinion on what he should do. Seth was loosely coiled around his arm at the moment, and was looking back at Harry's face.

"You have to be comfortable with at least fifth year Transfiguration as fast as you can? I would see McGonagall and try again to get her to teach you."

Harry nodded in agreement. He had been thinking along similar lines. "I need something to convince her to teach me, and I can't use my status as the Boy-Who-Lived."

"How about the truth?" Seth suggested.

Harry looked at Seth as though he were nuts. "She'd never believe me!"

"Take her through the portal and use Ultima. She'll believe you then," Seth insisted.

"Let's say for a moment that I did do that. How would I keep her from telling Dumbledore everything? Or, even if I managed that, how would she shield her mind from Dumbledore? I can't ask her to learn Occlumency without revealing why, and that defeats the whole purpose!" Harry took a deep breath to calm down.

"You raise a good point," Seth admitted. "Good luck."

"Thanks, I'm going to need it."

The next day, Harry informed his friends of what he'd done and his critical situation. Theo and Daphne were both speechless, and Blaise was his normal self.

"I admit to being rather surprised about this turn of events, but there is no time to waste," Blaise said calmly. "It is a rather good thing that you have opened the portal. None of us planned on leaving Hogwarts for Christmas, correct?" After receiving a round of nods, he continued. "We can all go to Terra, then, to further our training. Harry can return here after arranging instructors for us and use this time to request additional instruction from Professors Flitwick and McGonagall."

"Sounds like a plan to me," Harry agreed. "We still have a week until Christmas break, so let's make the most of it." They went to the room that Harry had picked out the year before for training and started practicing a variety of things, from aiming to the speed of casting to a physical workout. Harry used the time practicing with his third year Transfiguration, pushing himself to do better.

That night at dinner, Dumbledore got up to make an announcement. Harry knew full well what it would be, but listened anyway as the Hall grew quiet.

"I am quite pleased to announce something that I'm sure all of you will rejoice over," Dumbledore said pleasantly. "The Chamber of Secrets has been found, and the Basilisk within has been conquered! The Heir was actually one of Voldemort's old possessions taking over the body of one of our students, who shall remain nameless for his or her benefit. The item has been destroyed, and our school is safe again!"

As predicted, the entire Hall jumped up and cheered in relief and happiness. Harry even spotted some Hufflepuffs crying in joy. Some of the Slytherins – the pureblood supremacists – looked a little glum, but Harry didn't spare them a thought. He was just glad this ordeal was over.

Dumbledore raised his hand to quiet the crowd. "I would like to give credit where it is due. It was not I who saved the school, but Harry Potter." All eyes turned to the long-haired, lightning-scarred twelve-year-old. "He managed to piece together the few clues available and found the Chamber of Secrets with the help of the Weasleys and the ghost Myrtle. There, he destroyed the dark object possessing the student, and used his Parseltongue capabilities to convince the Basilisk to sleep until the school needs a protector. He has not only saved us, but helped to protect all future generations that few have ever managed. For that, I honor him. To Harry Potter." He raised his glass.

"To Harry Potter," the Hall echoed, raising their glasses. Only some of the Slytherins didn't raise their glasses. Most of the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws trusted Dumbledore, and quite bluntly, Harry's actions spoke for him. Ron's newfound friendship with Harry had helped convince the more skeptical students.

Harry didn't particularly care for the attention, but this time, at least, he had actually done something that warranted it. The students were judging him on his own actions. Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"Furthermore, our own Professor Sprout has informed me that the Mandrakes will be ready for harvesting just before Christmas break, and soon the Petrified students will be among us once more!" After a shocked pause, the entire school – again, minus some of the Slytherins – got to their feet and shrieked their joy. After that, everyone was excitedly chatting during dinner, but Harry was thinking of other things.

Since Harry no longer had to worry about the Chamber of Secrets and the rest of the attacks, he was able to focus almost completely on furthering his abilities. When he heard that the Mandrakes had been harvested and brewed into the Mandragora Potion on the last day before winter break, he had instantly gotten up and rushed to the hospital wing just in time to see Hermione being given her dose.

Harry quickly filled her in on everything that had happened, including the new portal and how Lockhart was now in Saint Mungo's. Defense class had been canceled for the rest of the semester, and Dumbledore would be finding a substitute for the remainder of the year. Hermione, as the natural bookworm she was, had read ahead and already knew the spells and potions that the teachers had gone over while she was Petrified.

There were only two things about the whole Chamber of Secrets ordeal that Harry regretted. He wished he had found the diary before and made the connection to Ginny so he could have prevented all the Petrifications, and Harry really regretted not being able to prank Lockhart as much as he'd liked – he was too busy trying to find the Heir to do much more than just simple pranks. I never did get around to putting his butt on fire.

Finally, it was time. The students were leaving via the Hogwarts Express. Harry watched them go, excited to finally have some privacy. He and his friends were practically the only Slytherins left in Hogwarts. There were a few recluses, but Harry wasn't worried about them.

Finally, Harry led his friends down to the Chamber of Secrets. They emerged clean – Harry had practiced some of his spells in the Chamber, and ended up cleaning up the place, which took a couple of days – and then approached the large portal.

"How did you make that?" Hermione asked, awed.

"See the symbols on the floor glowing different colors?" Harry pointed them out. "Those are the eight elemental symbols that, when in the proper balance, create a stable portal. It's a little complicated…"

"What are the eight elements, then?" Hermione asked pleadingly.

Harry smiled. "Fire, Water, Earth, Ice, Lightning, Wind, Holy and Dark."

Hermione frowned. "Ice is a separate element? Shouldn't that be associated with Water?"

Harry shrugged. "It has less to do with ice and more to do with the extreme cold. Heat is covered with fire."

"Ah," Hermione said in understanding. "What did you mean when you said they had to be in balance?"

Harry grinned; leave it to Hermione to be obsessed with learning every little detail. "Some elements are direct opposites, and as such they have to be on opposite ends of the circle. And because it's a circle, the elements have to be progressive in a sense as well, leading to the next."

"Which ones are opposites?" This time it was Daphne who asked.

"Water and Fire, Holy and Dark, Earth and Wind, Ice and Lightning. Ice is also weak to Fire but strong against Earth, and Lightning is weak to Earth but strong against Water. You'll find that when facing monsters, it helps immensely to have a type advantage on your weapon."

"What?" Hermione asked, confused.

Harry's grin broadened. "You'll find out soon enough. Follow me!" He entered the portal and stepped out in Centra, at the top of the ruins where Odin lived. A few seconds later, his friends had joined him. "Welcome, my friends, to Terra!"

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HA! Harry got effing lucky in that one didn't he? That Reflect spell should've basically stunted his magical growth, but he got saved by the Mark of Hydra. Too bad his magical core is multiplying his spells, or he could relax for a while. But no, now he's gotta become an Animagus, as a SECOND-YEAR! Ha-ha!

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