I don't own anything from Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling
"Really? 'Enemies of the Heir beware', that just sounds gay. And written in blood, how cliche." Harry commented dryly
Max had just got done telling him about what happened last night during Halloween while he was training with Mariah. Someone had written a message on the wall in blood as well as petrified Mrs. Norris. Harry didn't at all care for the caretaker's cat nor was he afraid of Salazar Slytherin's mystical chamber. According to the message, The Chamber of Secrets (stupid name) had apparently been opened by the Heir of Slytherin.
Max laughed, "You would just make fun of the situation while everyone else is scared shitless." It was true, students wouldn't walk around school alone. They would go around in groups of four or more.
A majority of the students assumed that it was Harry behind Mrs. Norris' attack. All because he was a parselmouth and parselmouths are obviously all evil. Harry didn't really mind though. His parselmouth ability proved its usefulness once again by making most of the students stay away from him. He got scared looks from a majority of the student body, but he'd rather get those looks than have them try and talk to him.
Harry shrugged, "Not my fault everyone in this school is scared of some stupid legend."
"Yeah," Max agreed, "Oh shit! It's Wednesday isn't it? That means we got the blonde-tosser first thing, dammit!" he complained/whined, not that Harry blamed him. Lockhart was a pain in the ass.
Defense Against the Dark Arts was almost as much of a joke as it was last year, however this year, at least they could understand the professor when he spoke (which was almost as worse as Quirrell's stuttering, seeing as all Lockhart talked about were highly exaggerated versions of the feats he never committed). Quirrell was just useless in general, but even though it was a step up, it was painfully clear to everyone, especially the Ravenclaw females who had been infatuated with him previously, how much of a fraud he was.
Max took great pleasure in seeing Shannon looking sour about a particular class they had with him where he had her act as a werewolf while he "demonstrated" how he dealt with it. He had wanted to use Harry initially for the werewolf, but much to Max's amusement, as soon as his name was called, the Quidditch Star simply walked out of the class, flipping the professor the bird in the process. He got two days of detention for that stunt and a 'stern' talking to from Flitwick, which mainly consisted of the tiny professor trying to reprimand Harry for his actions while simultaneously trying to fight off the smile that was fighting to break through his 'teacher facade'.
"Good morning class!" Lockhart said a little too cheerfully as he entered the room. He flashed the class his award winning grin causing the less intelligent females to sigh dreamily.
"As some of you might have heard," he began, "Dumbledore has given me permission to start a little dueling club. And seeing as how we just ended a chapter, I have decided that to get you all excited for the opening of the club tonight, that we will have a little dueling unit in class just for today." He announced happily
That got some excited whispers from the class, most of them (all the male population) knew Lockhart was useless. But, this didn't sound too bad. They got to practice magic after weeks of just reading from books.
"Quiet, now! Quiet!" Lockhart called out, "Now I want you all to break out into groups of two and spread out."
Most girls immediately looked to Harry. Harry noticed this and sprang to Max's side in order to avoid any confrontation with fangirls.
"If I didn't want to spend any more time in detention, I'd leave right now." Harry muttered to Max
"Hey, this could be fun." Max whispered back, "We get to use curses and jinxes on each other with no consequences."
"Now!" Lockhart called out, gaining the class' attention again, "On the count of three, you will fire a spell at your partner in attempts to disarm, and only disarm." An order that would most definitely be ignored. "Ready! One! Two! Three!"
Many of the students shouted at the top of their lungs when the said the spell, some dropped their wands because they weren't 'ready', but most didn't even produce a spell. Just stood there dumbly trying to remember how to do the spell they want to use.
"Come on!" Harry urged to Max, "Give me your best shot!"
Max knew that Harry could take anything he could dish out, so he didn't hold back in firing as many stunners, trip hexes, and leg-locker curses as he could.
Harry was slightly surprised at the volume of spells coming his way. Nymphadora had fired off nearly twice as much and her's were completely silent, but she had been practicing with Harry for two years before she reached that number. Max did not practice and surprisingly said the incantations under his breath.
Harry batted away three of the five stunners with the tip of his wand (the other two completely missed), he jumped over the two trip hexes, and simply sidestepped the leg-lockers.
"Been practicing some silent casting?" Harry asked
Max grinned, "I see you doing it all the time, seemed like a useful skill."
"Oh it is, but firing spells like those are too easy to dodge and block. You need to get more... creative." Harry smirked causing Max to hastily erect a 'protego' in preparation of what he knew was coming.
Harry gave his wand a counterclockwise twist with a slight flick downwards. The result was a barely visible gold thread shooting out of his wand at high velocity. The thread passed through Max's shield like it wasn't even there and then wrapped itself around the surprised fourth year's arms and legs. Max fell to the ground and started to squirm in an attempt to break free from his bindings.
"You won't be able to get out of that." Harry said, "It's about as strong as it gets. I could hogtie a dragon without it breaking free."
Max stopped squirming "What is this stuff?" He asked
"My personal modified version of a shield that stops physical attacks." Harry said, "It was used in the siege of castles to stop the giant boulders launched by catapults, you kinda created a big golden shield. It was only used once the wards fell. Problem was it was extremely hard to keep up, took maybe five wizards to keep it up for maybe five minutes at a time. You could move it almost
anywhere though and as fast as you wanted it." Harry flicked his wand causing Max's bindings to dissipate into golden mist. "I just concentrated it into a thin stream so it doesn't take nearly as much energy to keep up."
"Your a right scary dude, you know that?" Max said rubbing his wrists
"If I wanted to be scary I could have constricted the bindings until your hands were cut off or simply used it as a whip and lynched you." Harry said seriously
"Why are we friends again?"
"I've been asking myself the same question for four years now." Harry looked around at the rest of the class. It was rather pathetic that most of them couldn't even produce a shield charm right. At the rate they were going at so far, only about half their class would be able to pass their OWLs next year.
Harry spied Lockhart on one side of the classroom. He was surrounded by concerned and amused students, watching their teacher roll around on the ground begging the girl who accidentally cast the tickling charm at him to cancel it. Only problem was she didn't know how.
"Let's leave." Harry said and walked towards the door.
Max got up off the floor, "Right behind you."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow up." Harry said disbelievingly, "You're telling me that Longbottom, our incredibly stupid and untalented Boy-Who-Lived, is a Parselmouth?"
Max nodded his head affirmative, quite disbelieving himself. During Lockhart's dueling club the night before, there had been two interesting highlights. One was Lockhart getting knocked on his ass by Snape, the other was finding out that their resident Boy-Who-Lived is a Parselmouth.
Harry was finding out during breakfast due to the fact that he had been unable to attend (not that he would have) do to Quidditch Practice.
"Man, I've been missing a lot of stuff this year." Harry said to himself. First it was missing Mrs. Norris being petrified and seeing the message with the rest of the school, now it was missing the discovery of another parselmouth. Waht would happen next? Max would grow a pair and ask Shannon out, pft yeah right!
"No kidding, but what you're doing is much more important." Max said, "With all the time you've been putting into quidditch, you better win the World Cup."
"Yeah, you better Harry." Roger Davis, the newly elected Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain said from down the table. "Because we're spotting a team of rookies right now."
Harry had played quidditch with Roger for two years and had gotten used to Roger's laidback attitude. Therefore he didn't really mind when the boy talked to him.
"You play Gryffindor on Friday right?" Harry asked, "That's rough mate, with Wood, the Twins, and the 3 Foxes, you'll have your hands full."
"No, you guys can win it easy." Max disagreed, "Just have Cho catch the snitch as fast as possible. Longbottom's not even very good, he just has a good broom."
"He's actually right, having Chang catch it will be about your only shot at winning. As much as I hate to admit a seeker could win a game for you, but you just don't have the talent in chasers to work with. Chang is your only chance but hey, she's way better than Longbottom."
Said girl, hearing that three of the better looking boys in school (one of them being a recent quidditch star) complement her flying skills, started blushing beet red in embarrassment.
"Aww, is ickle Cho embarrassed?" Roger teased, Cho just slid further down the bench.
"Let me know how it goes would you?" Harry said, "I'll miss your game, we got our first game on Friday too."
Roger's interest peaked, he asked "Who are you playing?"
"Argentina."
"Ouch, they got Enrique at keeper right? He supposed to be one of the best in the world."
"Yeah but our Keeper is only a few ranks below him and our Chasers just outclass theirs. Plus we got me, so it's practically impossible to lose."
"Rather high opinion of yourself, don't you think?" Max teased
Harry shrugged, "I'm allowed to have one if I want. You do always say I'm a bit of a narcissist, might aswell make it true." Harry got up and left breakfast without another word.
Come Friday night, Max sat in the Ravenclaw Common Room, waiting for Harry to come back from his first professional game. They weren't allowed to have a Wizard Wireless Radio at school, so Max couldn't have listened to the game. The only way to get news from outside of Hogwarts was through the Daily Prophet.
Speaking of quidditch, the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team won against Gryffindor in a fairly quick match. Cho Chang caught the snitch over Longbottom in half an hour, it wasn't much of a contest, the Lions were better than Ravenclaw overall but couldn't capitalize early enough in the game in order to get far enough ahead. Bell, Johnson, and Spinet were good chasers, but not good enough.
It was late, almost midnight, and Max was beginning to fall asleep. Luckily, Harry chose that moment to walk in looking extremely tired.
"Well? How'd it go? Did you win?" Max asked excitedly. Harry didn't answer, he just collapsed on the couch and shut his eyes.
After a few moments he answered, "Yeah, we won. 440 to 390, they caught the snitch."
Max was impressed (and ecstatic on the inside), it was hard to win by that much without catching the snitch. This just proved Harry's point that chasers were much more important than the seekers, chasers were consistent and you could use a strategy. With seekers it was more about luck, normally whoever saw the snitch first caught it. Only on rare occasions did two seekers go head to head.
"SWEET!" Max yelled before remembering that everyone was sleeping and continued in a low whisper, "How did you do?"
Harry took another moment to answer, "I scored 20 goals, had 14 assists, and 2 seeker blocks."
"Dang dude! That's awesome! Wait to go." Max whispered excitedly.
This was probably one of Harry's most important games. Seeing as the press had not yet been able to get an interview off of Harry, they had no clue what to write about him. There had been a lot of speculation (most of it bad) about how Harry, the youngest player in the pros, would play. They mostly assumed the English Scouts recruited Harry in order to raise their publicity and draw more fans. All of England would be in for a shock tomorrow when they learned how well Harry played, they'd be singing his praises and be calling him a quidditch protegee.
"Yes, yes now could you keep it down?" Harry said irritably, "I just walked up fuck knows how many effing flights of fucking moving stairs in this effing big as hell castle. I'm not walking anymore, I'm sleeping on this couch tonight. Goodnight." Harry collapsed headfirst into the pillow.
"Come on Harry, pretty please?" Max begged
"No."
"Just one quick ride, thirty seconds is all I'm asking."
"No."
"I'll make you any potion you ask."
"Don't care."
"I'll poison your breakfast."
"No you won't."
Max sighed, Harry got all the cool stuff. It was about a week before Christmas Break and Harry had gotten just about the coolest thing Max had ever seen. According to Harry, after they won their last game a new broom manufacturer approached the English Team Management and presented to them a new prototype broom that's to be released in the coming summer. The manufacture called it the Firebolt, and offered one to each of the English players if they used it in all of their games. Harry said the broom was near unbreakable, could go naught to 150 in under ten seconds, had nearly full manoeuvrability, and was in another ballpark when it came to price.
But Harry, being the everlasting douche that he is, won't let Max even touch it. Max may not like playing Quidditch, but he certainly liked flying.
"If you won't let me fly it, can you atleast let me see what's in that other package you brought?" Max pleaded, it had been killing him to see what was in the rather larg box Harry had brought back from his game.
Harry grunted which Max took for an affirmative response. He quickly opened the box before Harry changed his mind, only to find...
"What the hell are these?" Max said in absolute puzzlement, there were blue plastic jugs of powder and little bags of pills in the box.
"Protein shake mix, a muscle regeneration supplement, a few different kinds of multivitamins, and a muscle mass stimulant." Harry said without looking up from his book
"Heh?" Max said intelligently
"Stuff that will help make me stronger." Harry clarified
"Is this part of your quidditch training?" Max asked as he opened up one of the plastic jugs, he got a bit whiff of the light pink powder inside. "Man that smells! And you have to drink that crap?"
"Once a day and after every workout, plus one of those little packages of pills everyday. I'll tell you if there's one thing muggles got right, it was muscle training." Harry shook his head in wonderment
"Wait this is muggle stuff?"
"Duh, what wizard in their right mind would use plastic for anything? It melts when magic is cast on it. Coach says that this is the best way for me to get stronger, which I'll need if I wanna keep up with the adults." Harry lied, well... not a total lie. Harry didn't really need to get stronger, seeing as he could use magic to enhance his muscles enough to the point where he could rip a trolls arm out of it's socket. But channeling too much magic at one time can be harmful and doesn't improve your muscles. Harry didn't want to have to rely on magic all the time.
Max put the plastic jar back in the box as if it were a bomb and got up to leave. "Well, I'm going to go bother Shannon, have fun with your stimulants or whatever."
Harry looked up from his book to make sure Max was gone. Setting aside his book, he slid off his bed and moved over to his bookcase on his side of the room. He ran his hand down the spine of the big green book before pulling it. There was a small rumble before the bookcase opened forward with a creek and revealed a hidden room behind it. Slightly cliche, yes. Insanely cool to have a hidden room behind a bookcase, hell yes!
This is one of the only places in school Harry could go where he would not be bothered by anyone, not even Max knew about it. It was warded so that only someone like Professor Flitwick or Dumbledore could break in undetected. It was also the place where Harry kept his books of a more questionable nature that he had gotten from Nicholas, books that (if he were to be caught) could send him for a term in Azkaban.
The room was lit by torches with white fire in them, the bookshelf was small but contained large books bound in leather and looked to be hundreds of years old. An elegant chair sat next to a fire of white flames, an endtable piled high with books sat beside the chair. A chalk board took up and entire wall, on half was covered in arithmacy equations and the other half of the board was covered in a runic complex. There was a work bench on one side of the room that had pieces of wood and metal with runes edged into them. One piece of metal looked to be in the process of becoming a sword of some sort but the metal was warped and chared in some places, a failed attempt at making an ever-sharp and unbreakable sword that was tied to his blood so it could not be disarmed or taken from him without his permission. An engraving pen sat on the right side of the table right next to what only muggleborns would recognize as a laptop computer.
There were only a few things that Harry liked doing and they were fighting, studying, playing quidditch, and breaking the laws of magic. The last one was something he had great fun doing, completely changing an aspect of an accepted reality was exilerating to him, except no one knew it yet.
Harry had broken three laws of Transfiguration, one accepted theory of spell creation, and altered two supposedly unchangeable rune complexes. And He was just getting started. The laws existed simply because no one had ever questioned them and had taken what they said as complete truth, no one until Harry. There were two reasons he had not yet released his findings to the public yet. First off, who would believe a fourteen year old kid had broken an unchanged and accepted law that had lasted over a century? Harry was going to wait until he was older and more accepted in the eyes of the world to release his findings. And reason number two; it would be fun watching the reaction of the academic wizarding community as half their reality was shattered, great fun in Harry's opinion that is.
And now Harry was onto his next project; making electronics work around magic. It had taken some doing and a lot of favors from Alfred and Mipsey to do it, but Harry had gotten three laptops, six cell phones, and one desktop computer smuggled into Hogwarts. And now Harry was experimenting. The workbench he worked at along with the chest he kept them in was warded with an anti-magic barrier that kept all ambient magic away from the electronics, it allowed Harry a clean and safe working environment to make sure his experiments didn't blow up in his face.
"Ahhh, thought he'd never leave." Harry said, "Now where was I... Oh yeah I was replacing all the plastic components in the circuit board." Harry knew the laptops inside and out, memories that he'd lifted (legilimency) off of a computer designer over the summer made sure of that. After all, it would be stupid to try and take apart something if you didn't know how to put it back together.
Christmas break hit and Harry left for Marauders to celebrate with Remus while Max and Shannon left for the Foursythe's to do the same. While Harry may spend Christmas Eve with his mother, he and Remus did spend Christmas Day together which was more of simply having dinner together and then relaxing away for the rest of the evening.
Currently, Harry was eating his lunch in the main room of Marauders as opposed to his room. Everyone, even Harry needed a change of setting sometime and he had been cooped up in his room for the last three days. He needed to get out and do something, coach had given them the week off but under the threat to stay in shape or else they will be running the gauntlet (a quidditch player's worst nightmare, 4 bludgers were released along with the entire team having a beater's bat except for one person. That person had to dodge until they were either knocked from their broom or collapsed from exhaustion). Suffice to say, Harry spent two hours every day on a workout routine.
But now Harry was bored and was in the need of someone to bother... Ah, perfect.
"Nymphadora, what are you doing here?" Harry said
Said girl swung around and fired off a medium range stinging hex at Harry's head. Her reflexes had gotten better, but so had Harry's. By an insane degree.
Harry simply tilted his head ever so slightly to the side to avoid the spell by nanometers. It left a small smoking hole on the couch. Oh well, Remus could fix that.
"Harrikins!" The newly instated pink haired auror said excitedly, "I haven't seen you in so long!" she quickly came over and gave him an awkward one sided hug on the couch.
Releasing him she said with a scowl, "Don't say my name."
Harry rolled his eyes at her, some things never change. "Whatever, but what are you doing here?"
"I always come here on Tuesdays, it's the only day Mad-Eye will let me have a lunch break outside of the auror office. He gets his eyeball waxed or something on these days." Harry shuddered at the thought, "You're just never here to see me. And that reminds me!" She smacked Harry on the back of the head, "A National Quidditch Player, that's insane!"
"You should see our training regiment."
"Can't be any worse than Mad-Eye's." she said, "He had me running laps around our training facility once. Even though I'm not his apprentice anymore, he still treats me like I am. Which isn't so bad once you get to know the man, but he's still paranoid as hell and need's to take a chill pill every once and awhile."
Harry scoffed, "Coach has us run miles on a regular basis. I have to run around the Black Lake every other day." Not to mention the hell I go through whenever I fight with Mariah. Harry thought
Tonks gaped, "Thats like ten kilometers!"
"Twelve. But what did you expect, it's a nationally followed sport and I'm being paid a shit-ton to play. We're supposed to be the best our nation has to offer, so coach makes sure we're always in top condition no matter where we are." Harry said
There was a moment of silence before Tonks could think of a response, "You know," she started, "I couldn't believe my ears when I first heard you went national. Moody had the wireless playing some times when he used to train me, and when I first heard it come out of those speakers, I was so shocked that I completely forgot to dodge and took a banisher to the face."
"Good story." Harry said sarcastically, "I thought I trained you better than that Nymphadora."
Her face got red at the sound of her most hated word, "Oh, yeah! You wanna take a trip down memory lane Potter? Let's go here and now." She challenged
Harry yawned, "As much as I would like to put you in your place, I don't think your crush would like it if we trashed the place."
"My crush?" She asked confused, "Oh you mean Remus! Oh please, I got over that last year. It was just a silly childish crush, nothing more."
"And that's why you come here every Tuesday? Because you're so over it." Harry challenged.
"The food is good and cheap, and then there's the off chance I get to see my favorite fourth year."
"I thought that was me." Max said from the door
"Maxie!" The over excitable metamorphmagus said and quickly ran over to give him a hug
"Uhh, good to see you too Tonks." He said as the girl that he was now about the same height with crushed him in a hug, he tried to pry her arms off but to no anvil. He looked helplessly over at Shannon who just gave him an evil smirk. Pft Slytherins, they all had the same smirk, they probably practiced in the mirror all throughout first year. Max didn't even bother to look to Harry for help, he already knew the answer.
"Good to see me!" She said in mock, "That's all you have to say after we spent almost my entire seventh year picking on Harrykins here. You were my partner in crime! But you never even wrote me a letter!"
Max looked over to Harry while still trapped in his Tonks-Hug, "I thought we were supposed to be the immature ones, not the other way around."
"You are immature." Harry said, "Just marginally less than she will ever be. She will forever be a child in the eyes of society."
Tonks turned around to face Harry, except her face wasn't her own. It was Harry's.
"She will forever be a child in the eyes of society." She mimicked
"Oh that's sooooo funny." Harry said sarcastically
"Oh that's sooooo funny." She mimicked causing Max and Shannon attempt and fail to hide their giggles behind their hands.
"Ok, you're all stupid." Harry said irritably
"Ok, you're all stupid."
"I'm going up stairs to my room."
"I'm going upstairs to my room."
"Why did I even talk." He muttered to himself as he walked up the stairs to his room ignoring his friend's laughter.
Shannon didn't know what to do.
Her fourth year of Hogwarts had been going fairly well. Her grades were up to her parent's standards, that arsehole Flint finally got the (painful) message that she didn't want to be his girlfriend, and neither Max nor Harry had done anything that embarrassing or annoying to her. It had all been going pretty well.
Until January came around that is.
It had been a regular day, classes had been a little bit harsher than usual but she somehow managed to suffer through them. Max had sat next to her during charms, he decided to have a one sided conversation with her about the second stage brewing process that came with making a cure to liver spots... He doesn't really know what proper conversation is. But Shannon didn't mind, Max had an endearing quality about him that just made you stick with him despite how annoying he can be. Merlin knows how he and Harry became friends. If he couldn't pull off one hell of a puppy-dog face and wasn't so amusing sometimes, Shannon was sure that Harry probably wouldn't hang out with Max at all.
Shannon knew Max liked her, knew it even before Harry bluntly pointed it out to her. She had just been ignoring all the obvious signs that pointed to it. In her mind, Max's crush was actually kind of sweet. But she'd never tell Max and God forbid Harry (lest he somehow already knew). If Max knew she thought that, he'd... well she didn't know how he'd act but she didn't want to find out. And Harry would just mock her in some way regardless of Her or Max's feelings. Harry just wasn't all touchy feely like that, at all.
Anyway, it all started right after charms...
"Crap, I forgot my Transfiguration essay." Shannon said suddenly remembering that she left her due homework sitting on the desk in her room. "I'll be right back." She turned to leave for the dungeons
"You want me to come?" Max asked
"No I'm fine, the older members of my house don't like any non-snakes knowing where our common room is. I'll just be a second." She quickly left, hoping to make it to Transfiguration before passing time was up.
Shannon fast walked down the fifth floor corridor (seeing as running was frowned upon in the house of snakes), ducked under two secret passageways and came out on the second floor only to find water.
"Oh that's just great! Who the hell flooded Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom." She said frustrated, no one even went in the stupid ghost's bathroom, why the hell was it flooded?
Coming around the corner and trying to avoid getting any water on her robe, she heard a noise. Someone was crying and it didn't sound like Myrtle.
She entered the bathroom and called out, "Hello?"
The crying stopped and silence reigned. Shannon looked around the bathroom nervously before she was knocked over into the water by someone.
"Ugh!" She cried indignantly and tried to get a look at the one who knocked her down, but she landed on her back and only caught a glimpse of long red hair.
"Hey!" Shannon called out but whoever it was was already gone. "Hmpf!" She didn't even know what to say, who the hell knocks someone over into water and then just runs off?
Something caught her eye, "What's this?" She walked over to what looked to be some kind of book on the ground. A book that hopefully had the name of the arsehole that pushed her into the water.
"Who the hell is... Tom Marvolo Riddle?" She thought aloud and then opened up the soaked book only to find blank pages. "It's a diary. What guy writes in a diary?"
And that's where the trouble all started.
Shannon left the blank diary of Tom Riddle sitting on the top shelf in her room, and it sat there for another week. But one night when she couldn't fall asleep and couldn't think of anything to do, she decided to write in the diary. But then the bloody thing started writing back to her!
Tom, it called itself, would write back whenever she wrote to it. Tom was amazingly charismatic even though it was only in writing, he was charming, entertaining, and a great way to vent frustrations she had. Writing to Tom was addicting, and she realized that. Unfortunately, it was a bit too late.
She started having moments where she'd black out and then wake up and not remember how she got where she was. Along with vague, weird dreams she'd have during these times. She couldn't quite remember them, only have odd senses of deja vu about certain things.
It was really starting to scare her, and it was starting to happen more frequently. It had been two months since she first started writing in the diary, and it had taken her this long to realize what the problem was. Tom was controlling her somehow! She tried destroying the diary but nothing worked! Burning, tearing, exploding, drowning, giving it to one of Hagrid's pets to eat, not even having the whomping willow spend time with it did anything! The diary would always appear on the top shelf of her room every time she tried to lose it. And now she was ready to suck up her pride and go to the one person she knew could help, Harry.
But on her way to the not-so-secret and easy to break into Ravenclaw common room, someone stopped her.
"Ah Ah Ah, not so fast Shannon dear."
She spun around so fast it almost gave her whiplash. And what she saw was about the last thing she was expecting. A boy, a very handsome boy stood directly behind her. He had dark wavy hair, aristocrat features, and clear blue eyes. He looked about two years older than Her and judging by the Slytherin Crest on his robes, he was in her house as well. Only problem was she had never seen him before in her life. And in Slytherin, everyone knew everyone.
"Who the hell are you?" She asked/demanded and went for her wand. It wasn't there.
"Looking for this?" the boy asked innocently and twirled HER wand around his hand.
"Give me that!" She yelled and made to lunge for her wand but realized her shoes were stuck to the floor.
"You, are not going anywhere. Especially not to this Harry Potter." He smirked at her dumbfounded expression, "Yes, I read your thoughts. And as to who I am, I am surprised that you don't recognize me. You did spend the last month writing to me."
It took her a few seconds to process this, "Tom?"
He smirked at her and then the world went dark.
Max was frustrated.
Not frustrated with Harry, potions, school, or life. No, it wasn't that simple, he was frustrated with Shannon.
She had continually been avoiding him for the past month and he didn't know why. She wouldn't talk to him, or from what he could tell, anyone. Her grades had began to drop and she seemed to be getting paler and avoided going outside to enjoy the spring weather of March and light sun they had been getting.
She avoided all conversation like a plague and Max was getting worried. For the past two months, this had been going on and it needed to stop. But now he couldn't find her.
"Harry have you seen Shannon recently?" Max asked
"Define recently." Harry asked from behind his book
"Uh... I don't know, when was the last time you saw her?"
"Two days ago at dinner."
"And you haven't seen her since." Max pressed
"No."
There was a moment of silence, "Harry, have you noticed anything weird about Shannon these past few months?" Max asked
"Other than the fact that her grades have dropped, she has been rather anti-social, she has not been eating well, hasn't seen sunlight in weeks, and has been obsessed with that little diary of hers." He looked up, "Other than that no."
Ok, Harry was really observant. "And you're not worried about her at all?" Max asked
Harry shrugged, "I'm sure she just has problems to work out or something, don't worry about it."
"It's just that with Dumbledore gone, I'm worried about her. She walks around school alone and I'm afraid that whatever is attacking people will get her." Everyone was scared that something would attack them, when Malfoy Senior came and suspended Dumbledore from his headmaster position, everyone started to stay in their dormitories or spend as much time outside the castle as possible. But nevertheless, there were still attacks on a Hufflepuff boy, Sir Nicholas, and that Granger girl. All of them becoming petrified after Mrs. Norris and the little insufferable Gryffindor with a camera.
"Sheesh, would you stop pouring all your worries onto me?" Harry asked, "What do you think I am, a priest?"
"Some friend you are," Max started, "thanks I feel so mu-" But he was cut off.
"ALL STUDENTS ARE TO REPORT TO THEIR DORMITORIES IMMEDIATELY." McGonagall's voice rang out over the school
Harry and Max were already in their dormitory so they didn't have to move anywhere. But just because they didn't have to, didn't mean they didn't.
"Let's go check it out." Harry said and hopped off his bed and made his way out of their common room with Max following right behind him. Anything that warranted the entire school being put into lockdown was worth checking out.
"-oof that one of our students has been taken by the monster into the chamber." The deputy Headmistresses' scottish accent wrang down the corridor that Max and Harry were walking down. Harry quickly pulled Max into an alcove to avoid detection.
"What does this mean Minerva? For the school and the students." Madame Pomfrey asked
"I am afraid Hogwarts will be closed, send word to all the parents that their children will have to come home."
"Who is it that was taken into the chamber?" Sprout asked
A moment of silence before the transfiguration teacher answered, "Shannon Foursythe." She said gravely.
Upon hearing this, Harry immediately clapped a hand over Max's mouth to avoid the outburst he knew would come. Shit! This was not good.
"MHMHHHHHMH!" Max yelled into Harry's hand
"Shhhhh, wait until they leave. Then we can talk." Harry whispered fiercely
The sound of fading footsteps signaled the teachers leaving. Harry took his hand of Max's mouth and they both peaked around the alcove they were hiding in. There on the wall the teachers had gathered at, were words written in blood:
Her skeleton will lie in the chamber forever
Harry turned to Max, the boy seemed to be in a bit of shock.
"Oh shit, Shannon. Oh shit, Shannon. Oh shit, Shannon. Oh shit, Shannon." He kept on repeating to himself. Harry slapped him hard on the face.
"Shut up and focus. If you want to rescue Shannon we've got to move fast." Harry said and mentally started calculating everything he'd need to do.
"Right, uhhh... what do we do. We don't even know where the chamber is and we don't know what the monster is or how to fight it. I don't know what to do!' Max started to hyperventilate, Harry slapped him again to get him to calm down and because it was fun.
"Calm down, take a deep breath and focus. I know where the chamber it and the monster is a basilisk. Just let me take care of that."
"A b-b-basilisk? The monster is a basilisk?" Max stuttered, Harry nodded. Harry had been hearing the basilisk talk through the walls for months now and could guess what kind of snake it was by the attacks. Despite knowing what the monster was and having tracked down the chamber's entrance, but he decided not to do anything with the information. Dumbledore was still around and Harry had decided that he'd leave him in charge of it. He was the headmaster of the school and the most powerful wizard in the world, he probably had a handle on the situation. Harry was just a fourth year and didn't want any part of Slytherin's Chamber, after all, who in their right mind would want to face a giant, deadly snake that can kill you by having a staring contest with it? But ever since Dumbledore left, Harry realized that he might have to take care of this little problem himself.
"Yes it's a basilisk, but I'll take care of it. We still have the Heir to worry about though, and while I handle the snake, you'll have to handle him. Got it." Max nodded his head affirmative, "Now are their any potions you have that can help you?" Harry questioned
Max got thoughtful, "I have a few in our room, they won't be that much help but they'll be better than nothing." He had two elixirs to improve reflexes and stamina for a time, if only he had more time he could have brewed something more helpful.
Harry nodded, "Good we'll go get those, I've gotta stop there and get some-" Harry was cut off
"Max, Harry? What are you guys doing here?" It was Cedric who, judging by what he was wearing, was walking up from the quidditch pitch. He had made the seeker spot on Hufflepuff and had put them in the number two spot this year, he had spent the majority of his free time practicing his flying skills.
Harry sighed and relayed the situation, no use lying. Everyone would know by tomorrow and Harry trusted Cedric not to turn them in.
Cedric looked horrified at what had happened to his sorta-friend (Shannon). While never really talking to her as much as Max did, he hung around Max enough to get to know her well enough.
"I'm coming." He said
"Uh, no you're not." Harry said factly and turned to leave, time was precious right now.
"You need all the help you can get and I'm second to you in defence Harry, I can help." Cedric pleaded
"Harry, let him come." Max said
Harry sighed and with his back turned to them he said, "This isn't some stupid dueling club, this is real world shit and you could die." He said seriously, "But if you want to come, fine. But go change into something less restrictive and meet me on the second floor." Harry left with Max following closely behind him.
"So what is it you needed to get?" Max asked as they entered their room Harry chose not to answer, preferring to just show Max rather than explain it. He pulled the green book that would reveal his secret lair.
When the bookshelf opened, Max gaped at him. When the hell had Harry made this?
"Stop staring, I'll explain later. Right now we need to focus."
"You're right, you're right." Max rummaged through his trunk, searching for the necessary potions. when he finally found them and turned back around, he had to stare. Harry was dressed in athletic shorts a chest plate made out of black dragonhide along with matching bracers and gauntlets. He had a rune covered sword strapped to his side and a wand holster on his ankle. Overall it was rather intimidating.
"Let's go." He cast an illusion over himself to make it appear that he was in his normal day cloths so that no one in the packed common room noticed anything was up when they snuck out.
They met Cedric on the second floor as they planned. Only a few teachers were out wandering the halls, but with Harry traveling in his cat form, it was easy to avoid them.
"So where is it?" Cedric asked
"Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom."
Both of the boys stared at Harry, "Why the hell is it there?" Max asked
"I guess it has access to the Hogwarts sewer system. It's how the basilisk gets around, through the pipes. This school was actually extremely advanced for it's time, having plumbing was unheard of evening in wizarding families back then." Harry said
"Yeah, thanks for the history lesson. Now can we get moving?" Max urged and rushed them down to the second floor girl's bathroom.
Upon entering, Harry immediately went over to the large circular sink in the middle of the bathroom and hissed a sound that sounded like complete english to him, but a terrifying hiss to Max and Cedric.
~Open~ Harry hissed
There was a rumbling sound, then the sinks began to move apart and sink into the floor, leaving a large open hole in the middle of the bathroom.
"So, who wants to jump into the dark, smelly hole where we know a deadly monster is waiting for us first?" Harry said cheerfully, Max needed no further prompting and jumped down the hole. He was closely followed by Harry and a reluctant Cedric who was trying to gather all his courage.
The hole turned into a slimey, winding slide that came out into a circular room that had hundreds of bones from dead rats and such covering the floor.
"That was fun." Harry said and cast a scourgify on his back to get the slime off, he did the same to Cedric and Max, "Let's move and remember, any sign of movement and you shut your eyes straight away. Let me take care of it." Harry lead them down the chamber only stopping briefly to admire the giant snake skin on the floor of one of the tunnels. They came to an intricate doorway covered in snakes, Harry hissed to get it open as well.
The door opened to reveal a wide open chamber covered in black marble. It was lit only by bleak torches so it was kinda hard to see the end of it. There were statues of snakeheads leading down to a much larger statue of what they could only guess to be Salazar Slytherin.
"Now that's slightly overkill with the sheer creepiness of it." Max said, "Although the statue looks kinda like a monkey." He said jokingly in attempt to lighten the mood, then he noticed the whole reason they came there lying motionless on the floor.
"Shannon!" Max yelled and sprinted through the puddles in order to reach her. He cradled her head in his lap and urged her to wake up. "Wake up. Don't be dead, please don't be dead. Shannon please wake up!" Max seemed to be on the verge of tears but Harry got to them and began to cast what looked like diagnostic spells.
"She's alive... But hey, that's odd." Harry had a puzzled frown on his face, "Physically, she's fine. But magically, she's slipping away. It's like she's being drained of energy." Harry began a chain of wand movements and a long latin chant under his breath in an attempt to break whatever spell she was under.
"She won't wake." A voice said from behind them. Harry spun around faster than Max or Cedric thought possible and shot eight different spells at higher velocity than they could keep track of. It was no use however.
The boy, whoever he was, didn't even move to dodge the spells. They just passed right through him as if he were a ghost.
"Ah, you must be Harry Potter. It's a pleasure to meet another parselmouth." The boy said completely unfazed, turning to Max he addressed him, "And you must be Maximus Boridius. I'm afraid I don't know who you are." He said this at Cedric, "You must excuse my manners, dear Shannon hasn't told me about you yet."
"You have you done to her!" Max yelled, "Put her back!"
"I am afraid I can't do that Maximus." The boy smirked, "You see, as She grows weaker, I grow stronger."
"And just who are you." Harry questioned calmly though his eyes were searching throughout the chamber in search of the basilisk.
"Excuse my manners once again, I am Tom Riddle."
"Riddle? I've never heard that name in any of the pureblood circles." Cedric said, everyone expected the Heir of Slytherin to be pureblood.
"Foolish boy!" Tom spat, "I care little for blood purity, seeing as I am a halfblood myself. But I am the true heir of Slytherin and the greatest sorcerer to ever live!"
"Uhh, no you're not." Max said, "Currently, Dumbledore is the greatest known sorcerer. I've never even heard of you."
Tom just smirked at them and took out Shannon's wand. He traced His name, TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE in the air with flaming letters. Then with a swish of the wand, the letters rearranged themselves into I AM LORD VOLDEMORT.
There was silence in the chamber, none of the fourth years were expecting that. "Well that's interesting." Harry said seeing as Max and Cedric seemed to be in a little bit of shock
"Interesting, that's all you have to say?" Tom mocked, "The greatest Dark Lord in history is about to kill you and all you have to say about it is interesting."
"No offence buddy, but you're not a Dark Lord. You're not even alive, but you're not dead either." Harry said, eyes catching a calculating gleam, "You're not a ghost either and it's not astrological projection, you couldn't pick up Shannon's wand if it were. You're something else entirely, a death echo of a sort. One that can interact with it's environment and drain the energy from someone. How curious."
"Enough! I am not some science experiment you can observe. You should show me some respect, some-"
"Shut up, I'm thinking." Harry respects no one, "But a death echo has to be tied to something that they spent a great deal of time with and you can't just drain the life of someone just like that. You need a ritual or a cursed object of some sort."
"Uh, Harry where are you going with this?" Max asked nervously
"That diary." Harry muttered to himself, "He's tied to that diary Shannon was writing in." Harry looked at Shannon's prone form, and lo 'n' behold, the diary was clutched tightly in her arms.
"ENOUGH!" Tom screamed, "Now you will die in this chamber, your bodies will stay here forever and you will-"
"Just call the snake." Harry interrupted, quite tired of this douchebag's constant monologue
Tom got red in the face and turned to the statue of Slytherin.
~Speak to me, Slytherin! Greatest of the Hogwart's four!~
"Remember, just as I said. Stay away while I fight the snake." Harry said to the two scared fourth years, "Don't even glance in my direction, no matter what you hear. Oh, and try and get that diary from Shannon." Harry calmly walked over to the slowly opening mouth of Salazar, his illusion around his armor and sword faded away causing Cedric and Tom to stare in surprise.
As soon as Harry began to see a snout appear from Salazar's mouth, he closed his eyes and began to feel that familiar flowing feeling that signaled magic was flowing through his body. It was another thing he learned while fighting Mariah. Harry had finally gotten good enough during their training sessions that he could hold his own against her for about thirty minutes straight before he tired out completely from the over exertion of his magic. Five months ago, their fights lasted seven minutes at a time, tops. And then Harry had a revelation that would improve his fighting skills to somewhere close to the level Mariah wanted him to be at.
There was always the problem of Harry overexerting himself when he used the technique of channeling magic into his muscles to make himself stronger and faster. He couldn't used too much magic without causing permanent damage to himself. So Harry couldn't improve any more than he already had unless he came up with a solution to the problem. So he did.
It took many hours, hell days even, spent in a meditative trance to achieve it but he had. Harry found a way to direct the magic flow in his body to such a degree, that he could expel any unwanted magical material in his body. It took time to do it, but Harry could now self cure himself of any curse cast on his person without a wand. He could also take all the used magic that went into his muscles and expel it out of his body and into the ambient magic floating around in the air. So now Harry could enhance his muscles as much as he wanted as long as he had the magic to do so. Unfortunately sending out so much used magic was bad for anything within the vicinity of Harry. He and Mariah put this skill to the test and nearly leveled a forest when Harry let off too much uncontrolled magic.
But this got Harry thinking, if he could expel magic in his body, why couldn't he take it in as well? When he tried it... it was like nothing else he had ever experienced. Harry could feel all ambient magic floating around him. It was like feeling vibrations in the air. And when the ambient magic was disturbed by living beings, Harry could feel it. Harry could feel the disturbance an ant made when it moved, and through this he could tell where the ant is without looking at it. The only problem about this is that it took a shitton of concentration and you could loose youself to your mind when you could sense everything around you. If you went to far, you could overload your brain with information. This almost happened to Harry and he was only save by Max shaking him awake from his trance. But as long as Harry didn't go too far, he could safely sense anything with his eyes closed. Like say an angery, half crazy basilisk that was being ordered to kill him.
~Kill the boy in front of you!~ Tom hissed
"This should be fun." Harry said to himself before rolling to the side to barely avoid the first strike from the massive snake. That snake was fast as fuck!
To Harry's senses, the snake was enormous, sixty feet long and as wide as he was tall. Harry unsheathed his sword and charged the basilisk in a blur of speed. His prototype, blood fused sword (prototype since Mariah broke the first one he bought) was about to be put to and insane first test and he was looking forward to it. Harry slashed at the side of the snake but much to his disappointment, his sword only left a thin line wound. A paper cut. The scales were probably as hard as titanium. Great.
Harry was forced to jump and do a flip in the air to avoid the tail. He managed it... mostly. The tail managed to catch his ankle as he came down. This unfortunately had the effect to send him off course and into one of the snake statues. Now Harry may be a bit more durable when channeling his magic throughout his body and he had taken much harder hits from Mariah, but smashing your head on a marble statue hurts no matter how you do it.
"Fuck that hurt." Harry rubbed the bleeding gash in his forehead, he didn't have time to inspect how bad it was. Giant snake out for his blood and all. The snake kept on making incoherent sentences and sprouting off really strange sounding insults at him. So the snake was crazy, also a bad thing.
Ok so kill it with a sword was out for now. Time for plan B.
Taking out his wand, while dodging the snake and trying to lead it as far away from his friends as possible, Harry cast a spell (while running away) that Max would recognize. A barely visible gold thread shot out of Harry's wand and began winding it's way around the snake. It had little effect. You can't really hogtie a snake after all. So Harry went for a different method, goudge out it's eyes.
Harry's thread lashed itself out like a whip at the snakes eyes turning them into a bloody mess. The snake screeched in pain and started to flail around wildly. It hit the ceiling a few times causing rocks to fall all over the cavern. Max was almost crushed by a particularly large one.
"Harry, watch it!" Max yelled and ducked a dark purple curse shot at him by the non-corporal Tom. He was lucky he had a reflex enhancing elixir in his trunk, else he and Cedric would be toast. Tom was a good duelist, not to mention impossible to hit.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I'll try and kill the fucking huge snake in a safer, non destructive manner!" Harry shouted back sarcastically and jumped over the snake's tail.
Harry was sure that the snake could no longer use it's killing gaze, Harry opened his eyes, knowing it was safe to take a gander at the giant beast. It was huge, at least six tons of pure muscle. It was one thing to feel it in a sixth sense sort of way, it was something else entirely to see it with his own eyes. It was colored a dark green color and had sharp spines traveling up it's back. The snake was starting to regain it's senses over the pain of losing it's eyes and started to smell Harry out. Not good. Harry decided to end it now and go in for the kill. The only vulnerable spot left on the snake was it's mouth. It's mouth however, was full of sharp, poisonous, dragon like teeth. Shit, this was a stupid idea.
Pocketing his wand, Harry unsheathed his sword and got himself in a fighting position. Feet spread a shoulder's width apart, all muscles relaxed, sword gripped in both hands in front of him ready to strike.
The basilisk seemed to have caught his scent and came at him screeching madly. Harry readied himself for the inevitable, all his instincts were telling him to get the hell out of the way but he ignored them and focused on what he was doing. The basilisk reared back and struck at him with lightning speed, Harry had a split second to react but it was enough. Just as the snake was about to take a bite out of him, Harry lashed out into the roof of it's mouth and drove his sword into its brain with all the strength of a troll. The basilisk however, was stronger and Harry was pounded into the ground by the snake's massive body.
"Ugh!" Harry grunted, yep he definitely just broke a rib or two. He could ignore the pain for now, but he'd have to fix his ribs eventually. He glanced at the basilisk lying next to him, it's body was twitching but it was dead. He let out a relieved sigh.
Harry then noticed a burning sensation on his arm. He closed his eyes, praying that it wasn't what he thought it was. But it was. Harry had punctured the venom sacks when he made the killing blow and now the venom it was dripping down his sword and onto his arm. Not good!
"Harry! I got the diary!" Max yelled after he slid over the wet floor (Cedric was shielding him from Tom's spells when he did) to Shannon's form, "What do I do with it?!"
"Toss it to me now!" Harry had an idea about what kind of magic went into making that diary, and the only way to destroy it would be to have something destructive enough to damage a soul. Fortunately or unfortunately, whichever way you looked at it, Harry had such a substance dripping down his arm.
Max threw the diary like a frisbee straight to Harry. Harry caught it and stabbed it down on one of the lower bottom fangs.
"No!" Was all the corporal Tom had to make out before he exploded into a bright white light.
Tom's scream echoed around the chamber and all was silent until that was interrupted by Shannon sitting bolt up and breathing heavily.
"Shannon you're awake!" Max said excitedly. She was not so excited, she looked around to dark creep chamber, over at Harry standing next to the giant dead snake, then back to Max before fainting and hitting her head hard on the marble floor.
"Oh shit. Uh Harry, got any healing spells"
"We don't have time to heal her now, we need to get out." Harry said though it came out as a low growl as Harry tried to ignor the pain from his ribs, the multiple scrapes on his body, and the basilisk venom burning through his skin. The poison was probably already in his blood stream, he had under two minutes to live. Super. "Quickly, grab her and come over here, I'm transporting us out."
Max grabbed Shannon and rushed over to Harry who was being supported by Cedric. Max had no idea how Harry was going to get them out of there, he looked half dead himself. Harry closed his eyes and before Max knew what was happening, they sank into their shadows without a sound. Max's yelped in surprise as darkness and the feeling of traveling insanely fast but not moving at all assaulted his senses. It was hard to describe.
Before they knew it, they appeared... In the headmaster's office? Max had never been here and only had it described to him by the Weasly Twins. It was exactly as they said it was, silver and gold doodads and doohickeys sat on the large desk in the room, paintings of past headmasters lined all the walls of the office, old leather books covered the shelves, and a golden bird perch sat next to the desk.
"Harry, why did you bring us here?" Max asked, "We need to get you and Shannon to the hospital wing. And Cedric you had that nasty gash on your shoulder."
"I say, how did you all get in?" One of the paintings exclaimed, they ignored him.
Harry didn't respond to Max's plead. Hunched over in pain, he waddled over to a cabinet on the far side of the room and started rummaging through it. There was only one theoretical cure to basilisk venom, but he didn't have any on hand and they had to be fresh.
He gave a little "Haha!" when he finally found what he was looking for. A box of lemon drops.
"Fawkes! Come and get it!" Harry shook the box a few times for good measure. He honestly had no idea if this would work, but it was his only shot.
Gods must be watching over him, because the majestic fire bird flamed into existence with a squawk.
"Can't believe that worked." Harry mutttered to himself.
Fawkes took in Harry's state and trilled in worry. Why was the nice boy who got him lemon drops out of Albus' warded cabinet hurt so badly?
"Yeah I know, I look like shit. And I'm probably going to die in a minute."
Fawkes chirped back a reply.
"Wait Harry, You're dying!" Max said in panic, Cedric didn't know what to say so he didn't.
Harry ignored Max, "Basilisk venom seeped through my skin, do you think you can heal it?"
Fawkes chirped again.
"You can understand the bird?" Cedric asked dumbly
Fawkes seemed to glare at the Hufflepuff.
"The bird has a name and doesn't take well to people who don't use it." Harry said, probably saving Cedric's ass from being roasted, "Now back to business, all I need is a couple drops and I'll be fine."
Chirp.
Harry sighed, "Yes you can have the entire box of lemon drops." that got Fawkes moving and he immeadiently tilted his head over Harry's arm and began to cry on it. Steam came off his skin and he sighed in relief. Harry rubbed the tears on his entire arm, sweet releif. His arm had been on fire.
"Whoah, Harry. You just got healed by a pheonix." Max said in awe, "Do you know how rare that is?"
"I don't know, very?" He didn't research trivial things like this
"Probably only around a hundred have been recorded in history."
"Cool, now I've gotta just heal my broken ribs." Harry took his wand out and prepared for the pain, He ran his wand down the break and muttered the incantation. His ribs snapped back together with a crack. "Sonofa Bitch that hurt!" Harry yelped, that was one of the few healing spells he knew. It healed the break instantly, only bad thing is that it forced you to feel all the pain the healing process would cause in a single moment.
"Holy shoot Harry, slow down for a second!" Cedric exclaimed, "Can you please tell us what the fudge is going on? Why the heck did you take us here?"
"Ok first off," Harry said, "if you ever use those stupid replacements for swear words again, I'll lynch you. And secondly, if you haven't heard, I was about to die and didn't want to. So I came to the only place where I thought I could be saved. Fawkes here loves lemon drops more than Dumbledore, inorder to get him to come I need to use some bait."
The pheonix boped Harry on the back of the head with his wing.
"Oh yeah, that's right." Harry tossed the pheonix his prize box. The fire bird caught it in his talons before flameing away with a trill goodbye.
"How are you on good terms with Dumbledore's pheonix?" Max wondered
"I'm not going to tell you, that's for me to know and for you to never to find out."
The four of them fell into silence (the unconcious Shannon had no choice).
Seeing as no one was going to talk, Cedric stepped up to the plate, "Well, now what?"
"I'm not quite sure." Harry said, "I guess one of us has to go tell McGonagall that we went down the Chamber of Secrets, chatted with the teenage Voldemort, killed the thousand year old basilisk, saved Shannon, and got healed by a pheonix."
"Not it." Max said
"I'm not going to either." Cedric said, the Gryffindor Head of House scared him.
Both boys looked to Harry, "I just got poisoned and had to face the basilisk. Fuck no am I going to deal with McGonagall, it's between you two."
"Rock, Paper, Sissors?" Max offfered
"... Sure."
AN:/ Ok, here's chapter 11 in my story. Shit it took me a while to type this one but i took some time off in december for the holidays. I have officially negated the Remus/Tonks relationship, it will not happen. Nor will there be a Harry/Tonks the pairing is Fleur/Harry and it will stay that way. This will be the last time i update for a while due to the fact that with the start of the new semester, i wont have a free period and alone time with access to a computer. I have a life and like to go out and live it so I will only type when i'm bored and have time, I just do this for fun remember. Anyway since you wont hear from me for a while, I decided to write a longer chapter, the longest I've done so far. Anyway, write lots of reviews, good or bad i don't care as long as I get some sort of response. It's late, i'm going to bed.
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