Summery: Harry picks a different spot to host the DA

Rated: K+

Author's Note: My excuse- it was 3:00 in the morning when I thought this up.

Disclaimer: No professional writer in their right mind would think up a short story at 3:00 in the morning for a series they already completed. Therefore, I cannot be JK Rowling. Donations de la pity are appreciated XP

Time Period: Harry's fifth year

Potter Shorts

Cursa

Chapter 3: Harry's Solution

By the time Harry had arrived at the place the DA had agreed to meet, everyone was already there.

"Where've you been, mate?" Ron asked irritably. "We've been here for 10 minutes."

"I was getting last-minute supplies out of the Room of Requirements," Harry replied, shifting the weight of the book bag on his shoulder and pushing through the crowed.

"So," George said with a grin, "are you going to tell us why you asked us to meet in a girl's bathroom?"

Harry looked at his friends. "You haven't told them yet?"

Ron, Ginny, and Hermione grinned. "It's your surprise so we thought we'd let you tell them," Hermione said.

Harry shrugged and addressed the group. "We wont be staying here. This was simply our meeting place. Once we reach the secured location, I will fill everyone in."

As everyone started talking excitedly, a ghost swept down in front of their leader.

"Hullo Myrtle," Harry greeted, turning away from the sink to face the transparent being. "Is Dobby here?"

"Yes," Myrtle answered sweetly, batting her eyelashes and turning her head to show off her best side.

"Here is Dobby, Harry Potter, Sir!" squeaked the elf, appearing at Harry's side suddenly.

"Excellent. You two know what to do- keep an eye out for Umbridge and the Slytherins and warn us if they are coming."

The two nodded and Harry turned back to the sink.

"Open," he hissed quietly, smiling slightly as the group suddenly fell silent with shock as the sink slid away to reveal a dark, steeply sloping tunnel.

"One person can go down at a time every three seconds. Once you reach the bottom, move out of the way to make room for the others coming down behind you," Harry instructed them, motioning Ron forward because he had done it before.

Closely following her brother, Ginny gulped noticeably as she neared the entrance.

"Are you going to be okay?" Harry asked her quietly. He had forewarned her where they were going so it wouldn't be so much of a shock to her, seeing as what had happened the last time she had been in the Chamber below.

Ginny nodded bravely and pushed off.

Harry stood by the entrance to help everyone sit down and brought up the rear once everyone else had gone. By the time he slid smoothly onto his feet, all of the torches had been lit so he could see the expectant faces gazing at him.

"Welcome to the Chamber of Secretes," he announced, unable to hold back a grin at some of the looks he had earned. "I know it's kinda crowded in here, so if you would follow me to the main chamber, I can answer your questions and we can begin."

Heads turned, watching him as he moved through the group and started off down a corridor before following behind nervously, looking around with open curiosity all the while.

The trio had spent several hours in the last week down here cleaning up the place and discovering what the chamber was capable of. They had banished the rodent bones, boulders and snake skin, transfigured the rotting basilisk body into a brick, lined the rooms with torches to light the way, and moved supplies from the room of requirement to the main room where they would be practicing spells. Every day, they would discover a new room or some other ability the Chamber had, but the one thing they knew for sure was that, because of his parselmouth, Harry had complete control over all it as long as he knew what to say.

Everyone came to a halt when Harry did, in front of a large door with stone snakes on it that looked almost alive. "Open," Harry hissed again, his voice echoing in the silence that made the opening door almost thunderous as it moved.

Inside, it was completely dark as the group filed in.

"Lights," he hissed and immediately the torches sprung to life, revealing the room where he had fought the basilisk three years previous. In the back of the room was a statue of the giant snake with a sword through its mouth, but scattered around the floor were enough beanbag chairs for all of them to sit on. Pillows and matrices lined the walls, ready for use.

Once everyone had taken a seat, Harry began, "Alright, well, since I am the only one in the school who can get in here, I figured this would be the safest spot to have our meetings. Before each session, we will all meet in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom and come down here to practice. Anyone have any questions?"

"Yeah, I have a question," Neville asked. "What is with the giant snake behind us?"

"I'm not quite sure," Harry admitted. "After we moved the basilisk remains, it was just there the next time we came down, so we figured we'd leave it."

"Blimey, so you fought that thing by yourself? It's huge!"

Collin Creevy raised his hand as if he were in class. "Why are you the only one who can get in here?" he asked.

"Well, the chamber seems to only respond to parseltongue. We wont have to drag out the mats when we start because the Chamber will do it for us when I ask it to."

"What about if someone faked parseltongue? We all heard what you said to get in here, so couldn't we imitate it to get in?"

"Ron already tried that," Harry replied with a shrug. "But no matter how much random hissing and spitting he did, I couldn't understand him. And if I couldn't, neither could the Chamber." He looked thoughtful. "Though, he did get close a few times when he tried to mimic me; I suppose if he worked at it, he would eventually get it, but it would take a while." He shrugged it off and looked around at all of them. "Right, then. Are we ready to start?"

Hermione raised her hand. "I think we should decide on a name to call ourselves."