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Authors Note: Thanks for all the nice reviews. Here's chapter ten. I hope you like it and please review.
-Chapter Ten-
Blaise had been watching Potter all morning. She had to talk to him, and that had to happen soon, but Weasley and Granger were always around, not giving the poor boy a moments peace. Everyone had heard about how the Fat Lady had been attacked, and how Potter had defended her, that only proved that Potter didn't need babysitters. But no, Granger and Weasley refused to leave his side even for one bloody minute!
Blaise growled quietly to herself. She was just considering about kidnapping Potter, or stunning his two sidekicks, when she passed the trio outside the library. She pretended to tie her shoelaces. That way she could hear what they where talking about.
"Look Ron, Herm, I'm not going to blow up the library." Potter was saying. "There's really no need for you to come and search for a book that only I am interested in, and didn't you say that you had to read the book Herm gave you Ron? What was the name again? 'The Hobbit'?"
"What?" Granger turned to Weasley. "You haven't read it yet?! It's been two months since I gave you that book. Even Neville would've read it by now!"
"Some of us have other things to do beside reading," Weasley defended himself.
"Yeah, drool over every girl that passes." While the two of them were arguing, Potter had quietly slipped through the doors and into the library.
'He really should've been a Slytherin.' Blaise thought as she followed him in. She searched between the huge shelves, and at every turn her hopes of finding Potter fell and fell. It was extremely hard to find Potter if he didn't want you to, and in a library as huge as Hogwarts', it would be nearly impossible. She had tried to follow him a few times, but he always managed to get away. Blaise rounded a shelf and nearly knocked Potter over. He didn't even look at her, just continued to read the tittles on the books. "We need to talk." She said quietly to him, pretending to do the same.
"About what?" Potter asked taking a book down and flipping through the pages.
"About Rex Chase and you." He looked sharply up at her, but his face was still as expressionless as a rock.
"Meet me by the one-eyed witch on the third floor," he said after a while. Blaise just nodded and was off. She borrowed a random book on dragons not to make it look suspicious and went to the third floor. While waiting for Potter she discovered that the book wasn't as dull as she had thought and that dragons were, in fact, fascinating creatures. Someone cleared their throat and she looked up, only to find Potter watching her in amusement.
"Please tell me that you're not about to turn into Hagrid." He said and she glared. He came over to her and took out his wand. For one second Blaise thought that he would hex her, but then he tapped the statue and whispered something. At once the statue's hump opened and Potter climbed down into the darkness. "Well? Are you coming or not?" Blaise gulped, but followed. She had never been fond of dark places. Once she had reached the bottom the opening above her closed, and the two of them were left in complete darkness. "Lumos." Blaise heard Potter's quiet, steady voice and a second later his wand lit up. "Now, what do you want to know?"
"I told you about the attack on Durmstrang, right?" Blaise began.
"Yeah, after nearly kidnapping me."
"If I remember correctly, I was the one who ended up glued to the wall!" she protested, but Potter only smirked. "Now, if I told you, how could Chase send that fwooper to Dumbledore? As I see it there are two explanations to that," Blaise continued, without giving the Gryffindor time to answer. "One: you know Chase personally and work as a spy for him. Or two: you and Chase are the same person." She held up her fingers as she ticked off the possibilities.
"Or three: you are out of your mind." Potter said. "Have a nice day." He walked past her and was about to begin to climb, but Blaise grabbed his cloak.
"You are not leaving until I get an answer." She growled. "You may fool the teachers, your friends and the rest of the Agents, but I want an answer, and I want it now!"
Potter turned to her again, the cold, hard look in his unnaturally green eyes made her want to run and hide.
"You want an answer? Fine, I'll give you an answer. I met Chase some time before the school year, and has known him since. Happy? Good." He turned and began to climb the stairs. Before he got out of the secret passage, he looked at her over his shoulder. "One word about that and you, and your family, will find yourself in the hands of Voldemort before you could say Quidditch." Then he was gone.
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"HA! Chess!"
Harry groaned. He was playing chess with Cassar, and the Elf was easily beating him. At first he had had no idea what chess was, but after Harry had explained it the Elf had suddenly become almost as good as Ron. The redhead was sitting in the corner of the common room, reading 'The Hobbit' under Hermione's watchful eye.
"That's the third time in ten minutes, Cassar." Harry said as he went over his options. "Are you sure Professor Madisa didn't teach you this game before?" he moved his knight to the right.
"Yep, as sure as my name is Cassar." The Elf replied, happily smashing one of Harry's last pawns. "Imir can confirm that, it's your turn by the way."
"Where is the dwarf anyway?" Harry asked. "I haven't seen him for quite a few days now, and he promised to teach me a few dwarf-spells."
"I have no idea where he is. He comes and goes as he wants, no one has managed to hold him captive or keep and eye at him for more than two, maybe three days at time." There was a thoughtful silence. "Though it is a bit odd that we haven't heard from him, he usually sends word every couple of days when we travel together. Madisa is very worried about him, and to tell the truth, so am I. But don't tell Imir that." Cassar added quickly. "He'll have my head for it."
"I wonder..." Harry mumbled and the Elf looked curiously at him. Harry decided that this time he was winning, and moved his queen to the left three spaces. "Checkmate." He said and the Elf stared at the board. "You should play against Ron," Harry continued. "He's the best chess-player in Hogwarts."
"I don't think I'm in that league yet," Cassar said looking up at Harry again. "But I will try. You are a mystery to me Mr Potter. We Elves have certain powers that are similar to those of a Profiler, it allows us to see and read a persons soul, intentions and thoughts. But every time I think I have reached your soul, I find a dozen new layers in my path. Not many people know how to hide their thoughts from an Elf; granted, not many people actually meet one of us. I don't think that the Elf-king himself could penetrate your walls."
"And lets keep it that way, shall we?" Harry replied and walked out of the common room, leaving a thoughtful Elf behind. 'This is getting out of hand.'
'Well, of course it is. You didn't expect it to be as simple as snapping your fingers, did you?'
'Not you again!' Harry growled. 'Why don't you leave me alone?'
'I just wanted to know if you've got the book yet.' The voice sounded offended.
'I'm on my way to get it right now, don't fret. Any other things you wanted to tell me?'
Before the voice could answer, a golden ball came flying towards Harry with such speed that it looked like a streak of lightning. Harry held out his hands and Giri landed in them, completely out of breath.
"Harry," the little bird chirped once it could breathe again. "The dwarf is back! He's in the White Wing where you go when you are ill. There's no one there. The human that tends to you is gone on some trip or other, and none of the other big humans know about it. He's hurt, badly." It stopped to get its breath back, then jumped into the hood of Harry's robe.
Harry began to run, and turning a corner he nearly crashed into Neville.
"Neville, thank God I found you!" Harry said quickly. "Listen, I need you to go to the greenhouses and find a few herbs for me."
"Sure Harry," the other boy replied. "Now or...?"
"Right now. I need the flower of a Nightdust and one leaf of Kriblykli. Hurry up." With that Harry set off again. "And bring them to the Hospital Wing as fast as you can!" he added over his shoulder before disappearing around another corner. It didn't take long before Harry stood outside the doors of the Hospital Wing. There was blood on the floor leading in through the doors, and Harry didn't waste any time getting in there. On the bed right opposite the door he saw the dwarf, the huge axe on the floor.
"Bloody hell!" Harry ran over to the bed and started to check the dwarf systematically for wounds. There was a deep gash in the little man's side, and his arm seemed broken. His clothes where bloody, and torn, and he had a horrible black eye along with smaller cuts. "Master Imir, can you hear me?" the dwarf nodded and let Harry begin with the Healing spells. "I need to know what happened."
"Death Eaters... was patrolling at the edge of the Forbidden Forest when I heard 'em... twelve of them, I think." Imir stopped to get his breath back. "Captured me, but I managed to get away... Got all of 'em before I came here."
In that second Neville came hurrying through the doors. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the dwarf, but Harry's glare got him out of his stupor. He came over to them with the herbs and put them on the cabinet beside the bed, then he looked at Harry, waiting for orders.
"Take one petal of the Nightdust and give it to me," Harry said, not noticing that he was easily taking control of the situation without hesitation. "Thanks." He put the petal on one of the dwarf's bigger cuts. The dwarf hissed when his flesh healed under the petal, which was glowing pure white. Harry took the Kriblykli leaf and gave it to the dwarf. "Chew this and you'll get some of your strength back, enough to get you through the night at least." Imir took the leaf and started to chew, Harry turned back to Neville. "Go get Dumbledore and McGonagall, will you?"
"Sure, I'll be back in a second." Neville left.
Harry looked at the closed door. Poor Neville. He wouldn't remember who had told him to get the Headmaster and Headmistress. He turned back to the dwarf that was beginning fighting to stay awake. When he woke up he, too, wouldn't remember who had Healed most of his wounds. It was a nasty side- effect of chewed Kriblykli, and that was why Harry had chosen it. He didn't want to have to explain himself to Dumbledore, or anyone else for that matter. He hurried out of the Hospital Wing and towards the library. Time to pick up that blasted book the voice was babbling about all the time. But no such luck. Just outside the library he was stopped by Snape.
"Come with me Potter," the Potion Master said. Harry followed the man down to the dungeons and into Snape's office. "Sit." Harry sat in the chair in front of the desk. "Now, I want to know everything you know about Rex Chase and his activities."
"Sir, if I may say so, Rex Chase is not someone to mess with, and if I tell you anything I'd have to either cut out your tongue or kill you, and I really don't want to do either of them." Harry replied calmly. He was leaned comfortably back in the chair, eyes half closed and was petting Giri.
"Could it be that there is more between you and Chase except friendship?" Snape asked.
Harry didn't like his tone. It was full of triumph, as though Snape was about to reveal a big secret.
"I assure you Professor, there is nothing between me and Chase." He replied in the same calm way that could drive people nuts.
"I didn't mean it that way, Potter." Snape growled. He leaned against the desk, right in front of Harry, who looked up at him. The Gryffindor raised an eyebrow, asking for an explanation to that statement. "I am almost sure that you, Potter, and Chase are the same person."
"Not one person in the whole world, not even twins, are completely same." Harry replied.
"Don't play games with me Potter," Snape hissed. "You are Chase and Chase is you. You, my dear Potter, are a Pretender."
"I am not," Harry jumped up. "How dare you call me a Pretender? And what proof do you have?"
"You and Chase are never in the same room. At Chang's trial you disappeared seconds before Chase appeared, and in the storeroom. The Polyjuice wouldn't have transformed that smoothly and easily as you did."
"Me and Chase are two completely different people, Professor." Harry growled.
"Prove it Potter. Get Chase here, you do know how to contact him, don't you?"
"Of course I do, but he probably knows about this already." Harry replied. 'I really hate it when you take over my tongue, you know that?'
'Trust me.' Was the only thing Harry got in reply.
"So where is he?" Snape asked. "I certainly can't see him." Harry was about to say something when there was a knocking on the door. Snape growled, walked over and opened the door. Outside stood a hooded man. He swept past the Potion Master and into the room. The Professor turned and glared. "What gives you the right to-" The man took off his hood. Harry and Snape gaped. Right in front of them stood Rex Chase, his jewel-blue eyes boring into them both.
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I know, short again. But I've got a test tomorrow and got to study. Hope you liked it and please review.
Thanks to:
Lady FoxFire, Lily Evans, aqualaria, jake potter, Scarlett-Dragon, Sev Rickman, Pampered Tigeress, coconut-ice agent h/h, Korinna Myorin, Miranda Flairgold, Bumblebee Bucy, libertygrl413, WeasleyTwinsLover1112, lollipozz, krystaldragon, Mistress Creasacre, Tinabinma87, Ashley, Alex, Katherine and Sophie W.
The Saga 4 was taken down to be rewritten.
Authors Note: Thanks for all the nice reviews. Here's chapter ten. I hope you like it and please review.
-Chapter Ten-
Blaise had been watching Potter all morning. She had to talk to him, and that had to happen soon, but Weasley and Granger were always around, not giving the poor boy a moments peace. Everyone had heard about how the Fat Lady had been attacked, and how Potter had defended her, that only proved that Potter didn't need babysitters. But no, Granger and Weasley refused to leave his side even for one bloody minute!
Blaise growled quietly to herself. She was just considering about kidnapping Potter, or stunning his two sidekicks, when she passed the trio outside the library. She pretended to tie her shoelaces. That way she could hear what they where talking about.
"Look Ron, Herm, I'm not going to blow up the library." Potter was saying. "There's really no need for you to come and search for a book that only I am interested in, and didn't you say that you had to read the book Herm gave you Ron? What was the name again? 'The Hobbit'?"
"What?" Granger turned to Weasley. "You haven't read it yet?! It's been two months since I gave you that book. Even Neville would've read it by now!"
"Some of us have other things to do beside reading," Weasley defended himself.
"Yeah, drool over every girl that passes." While the two of them were arguing, Potter had quietly slipped through the doors and into the library.
'He really should've been a Slytherin.' Blaise thought as she followed him in. She searched between the huge shelves, and at every turn her hopes of finding Potter fell and fell. It was extremely hard to find Potter if he didn't want you to, and in a library as huge as Hogwarts', it would be nearly impossible. She had tried to follow him a few times, but he always managed to get away. Blaise rounded a shelf and nearly knocked Potter over. He didn't even look at her, just continued to read the tittles on the books. "We need to talk." She said quietly to him, pretending to do the same.
"About what?" Potter asked taking a book down and flipping through the pages.
"About Rex Chase and you." He looked sharply up at her, but his face was still as expressionless as a rock.
"Meet me by the one-eyed witch on the third floor," he said after a while. Blaise just nodded and was off. She borrowed a random book on dragons not to make it look suspicious and went to the third floor. While waiting for Potter she discovered that the book wasn't as dull as she had thought and that dragons were, in fact, fascinating creatures. Someone cleared their throat and she looked up, only to find Potter watching her in amusement.
"Please tell me that you're not about to turn into Hagrid." He said and she glared. He came over to her and took out his wand. For one second Blaise thought that he would hex her, but then he tapped the statue and whispered something. At once the statue's hump opened and Potter climbed down into the darkness. "Well? Are you coming or not?" Blaise gulped, but followed. She had never been fond of dark places. Once she had reached the bottom the opening above her closed, and the two of them were left in complete darkness. "Lumos." Blaise heard Potter's quiet, steady voice and a second later his wand lit up. "Now, what do you want to know?"
"I told you about the attack on Durmstrang, right?" Blaise began.
"Yeah, after nearly kidnapping me."
"If I remember correctly, I was the one who ended up glued to the wall!" she protested, but Potter only smirked. "Now, if I told you, how could Chase send that fwooper to Dumbledore? As I see it there are two explanations to that," Blaise continued, without giving the Gryffindor time to answer. "One: you know Chase personally and work as a spy for him. Or two: you and Chase are the same person." She held up her fingers as she ticked off the possibilities.
"Or three: you are out of your mind." Potter said. "Have a nice day." He walked past her and was about to begin to climb, but Blaise grabbed his cloak.
"You are not leaving until I get an answer." She growled. "You may fool the teachers, your friends and the rest of the Agents, but I want an answer, and I want it now!"
Potter turned to her again, the cold, hard look in his unnaturally green eyes made her want to run and hide.
"You want an answer? Fine, I'll give you an answer. I met Chase some time before the school year, and has known him since. Happy? Good." He turned and began to climb the stairs. Before he got out of the secret passage, he looked at her over his shoulder. "One word about that and you, and your family, will find yourself in the hands of Voldemort before you could say Quidditch." Then he was gone.
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"HA! Chess!"
Harry groaned. He was playing chess with Cassar, and the Elf was easily beating him. At first he had had no idea what chess was, but after Harry had explained it the Elf had suddenly become almost as good as Ron. The redhead was sitting in the corner of the common room, reading 'The Hobbit' under Hermione's watchful eye.
"That's the third time in ten minutes, Cassar." Harry said as he went over his options. "Are you sure Professor Madisa didn't teach you this game before?" he moved his knight to the right.
"Yep, as sure as my name is Cassar." The Elf replied, happily smashing one of Harry's last pawns. "Imir can confirm that, it's your turn by the way."
"Where is the dwarf anyway?" Harry asked. "I haven't seen him for quite a few days now, and he promised to teach me a few dwarf-spells."
"I have no idea where he is. He comes and goes as he wants, no one has managed to hold him captive or keep and eye at him for more than two, maybe three days at time." There was a thoughtful silence. "Though it is a bit odd that we haven't heard from him, he usually sends word every couple of days when we travel together. Madisa is very worried about him, and to tell the truth, so am I. But don't tell Imir that." Cassar added quickly. "He'll have my head for it."
"I wonder..." Harry mumbled and the Elf looked curiously at him. Harry decided that this time he was winning, and moved his queen to the left three spaces. "Checkmate." He said and the Elf stared at the board. "You should play against Ron," Harry continued. "He's the best chess-player in Hogwarts."
"I don't think I'm in that league yet," Cassar said looking up at Harry again. "But I will try. You are a mystery to me Mr Potter. We Elves have certain powers that are similar to those of a Profiler, it allows us to see and read a persons soul, intentions and thoughts. But every time I think I have reached your soul, I find a dozen new layers in my path. Not many people know how to hide their thoughts from an Elf; granted, not many people actually meet one of us. I don't think that the Elf-king himself could penetrate your walls."
"And lets keep it that way, shall we?" Harry replied and walked out of the common room, leaving a thoughtful Elf behind. 'This is getting out of hand.'
'Well, of course it is. You didn't expect it to be as simple as snapping your fingers, did you?'
'Not you again!' Harry growled. 'Why don't you leave me alone?'
'I just wanted to know if you've got the book yet.' The voice sounded offended.
'I'm on my way to get it right now, don't fret. Any other things you wanted to tell me?'
Before the voice could answer, a golden ball came flying towards Harry with such speed that it looked like a streak of lightning. Harry held out his hands and Giri landed in them, completely out of breath.
"Harry," the little bird chirped once it could breathe again. "The dwarf is back! He's in the White Wing where you go when you are ill. There's no one there. The human that tends to you is gone on some trip or other, and none of the other big humans know about it. He's hurt, badly." It stopped to get its breath back, then jumped into the hood of Harry's robe.
Harry began to run, and turning a corner he nearly crashed into Neville.
"Neville, thank God I found you!" Harry said quickly. "Listen, I need you to go to the greenhouses and find a few herbs for me."
"Sure Harry," the other boy replied. "Now or...?"
"Right now. I need the flower of a Nightdust and one leaf of Kriblykli. Hurry up." With that Harry set off again. "And bring them to the Hospital Wing as fast as you can!" he added over his shoulder before disappearing around another corner. It didn't take long before Harry stood outside the doors of the Hospital Wing. There was blood on the floor leading in through the doors, and Harry didn't waste any time getting in there. On the bed right opposite the door he saw the dwarf, the huge axe on the floor.
"Bloody hell!" Harry ran over to the bed and started to check the dwarf systematically for wounds. There was a deep gash in the little man's side, and his arm seemed broken. His clothes where bloody, and torn, and he had a horrible black eye along with smaller cuts. "Master Imir, can you hear me?" the dwarf nodded and let Harry begin with the Healing spells. "I need to know what happened."
"Death Eaters... was patrolling at the edge of the Forbidden Forest when I heard 'em... twelve of them, I think." Imir stopped to get his breath back. "Captured me, but I managed to get away... Got all of 'em before I came here."
In that second Neville came hurrying through the doors. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the dwarf, but Harry's glare got him out of his stupor. He came over to them with the herbs and put them on the cabinet beside the bed, then he looked at Harry, waiting for orders.
"Take one petal of the Nightdust and give it to me," Harry said, not noticing that he was easily taking control of the situation without hesitation. "Thanks." He put the petal on one of the dwarf's bigger cuts. The dwarf hissed when his flesh healed under the petal, which was glowing pure white. Harry took the Kriblykli leaf and gave it to the dwarf. "Chew this and you'll get some of your strength back, enough to get you through the night at least." Imir took the leaf and started to chew, Harry turned back to Neville. "Go get Dumbledore and McGonagall, will you?"
"Sure, I'll be back in a second." Neville left.
Harry looked at the closed door. Poor Neville. He wouldn't remember who had told him to get the Headmaster and Headmistress. He turned back to the dwarf that was beginning fighting to stay awake. When he woke up he, too, wouldn't remember who had Healed most of his wounds. It was a nasty side- effect of chewed Kriblykli, and that was why Harry had chosen it. He didn't want to have to explain himself to Dumbledore, or anyone else for that matter. He hurried out of the Hospital Wing and towards the library. Time to pick up that blasted book the voice was babbling about all the time. But no such luck. Just outside the library he was stopped by Snape.
"Come with me Potter," the Potion Master said. Harry followed the man down to the dungeons and into Snape's office. "Sit." Harry sat in the chair in front of the desk. "Now, I want to know everything you know about Rex Chase and his activities."
"Sir, if I may say so, Rex Chase is not someone to mess with, and if I tell you anything I'd have to either cut out your tongue or kill you, and I really don't want to do either of them." Harry replied calmly. He was leaned comfortably back in the chair, eyes half closed and was petting Giri.
"Could it be that there is more between you and Chase except friendship?" Snape asked.
Harry didn't like his tone. It was full of triumph, as though Snape was about to reveal a big secret.
"I assure you Professor, there is nothing between me and Chase." He replied in the same calm way that could drive people nuts.
"I didn't mean it that way, Potter." Snape growled. He leaned against the desk, right in front of Harry, who looked up at him. The Gryffindor raised an eyebrow, asking for an explanation to that statement. "I am almost sure that you, Potter, and Chase are the same person."
"Not one person in the whole world, not even twins, are completely same." Harry replied.
"Don't play games with me Potter," Snape hissed. "You are Chase and Chase is you. You, my dear Potter, are a Pretender."
"I am not," Harry jumped up. "How dare you call me a Pretender? And what proof do you have?"
"You and Chase are never in the same room. At Chang's trial you disappeared seconds before Chase appeared, and in the storeroom. The Polyjuice wouldn't have transformed that smoothly and easily as you did."
"Me and Chase are two completely different people, Professor." Harry growled.
"Prove it Potter. Get Chase here, you do know how to contact him, don't you?"
"Of course I do, but he probably knows about this already." Harry replied. 'I really hate it when you take over my tongue, you know that?'
'Trust me.' Was the only thing Harry got in reply.
"So where is he?" Snape asked. "I certainly can't see him." Harry was about to say something when there was a knocking on the door. Snape growled, walked over and opened the door. Outside stood a hooded man. He swept past the Potion Master and into the room. The Professor turned and glared. "What gives you the right to-" The man took off his hood. Harry and Snape gaped. Right in front of them stood Rex Chase, his jewel-blue eyes boring into them both.
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I know, short again. But I've got a test tomorrow and got to study. Hope you liked it and please review.
Thanks to:
Lady FoxFire, Lily Evans, aqualaria, jake potter, Scarlett-Dragon, Sev Rickman, Pampered Tigeress, coconut-ice agent h/h, Korinna Myorin, Miranda Flairgold, Bumblebee Bucy, libertygrl413, WeasleyTwinsLover1112, lollipozz, krystaldragon, Mistress Creasacre, Tinabinma87, Ashley, Alex, Katherine and Sophie W.
The Saga 4 was taken down to be rewritten.