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FINALLY it's done!
I know it's been a while since the last chapter. Hopefully this chapter will make up for that. I hope you all like it as much as you did the earlier ones.
Also the book capitalized the "H" in Horcrux. Personally, I don't care if it's capitalized or lower-cased. I'll probably end up switching randomly between the two. I know that some people may be bothered by that. Just grit your teeth and bear it. What matters is that you can understand the story & plot without any trouble and I tried to avoid as many mistakes as I could.
Arrrgghhh! That sounds means:
I'm in a bad mood at this moment. Oh well, stuff happens and you just gotta' deal.
I know a lot of you are bothered by the long wait, but it couldn't be helped. This chapter just did NOT want to be written. But since it's here you can tell that I didn't abandon it and I pushed on regardless. Something about it just dissatisfies me though. Oh well.
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ChapterIntro:
Skip This Part If You're Familiar with Hogwarts School, It's Founders, & It's Houses
Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft & Wizardry is a place for children who were born with a talent for magic to gather together and learn how to control and use their abilities. The school was founded by four mighty magicians who recognized the importance of having a safe place for children to train in magic without risking danger to themselves or to anyone else.
The founder's names were Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, Godric Gryffindor, and Salazar Slytherin.
When they built the enchanted castle that would become one of the greatest magic schools in the world, they decided that students should be divided into House's, or dorms as they are often called. Each house was under the direct rule of a founder and took their name and symbol from that founder.
Ravenclaw was the eagle, Gryffindor was the lion, Slytherin was the snake, and Hufflepuff was the badger.
Each Hogwarts student wears the crest of the House to which they belong sewn onto their uniform to avoid any confusion about House affiliation.
Students come to Hogwarts upon reaching 11 years of age and are sorted into the House's to which they will belong for the duration of their education by means of an enchanted wizards' hat that looks into their mind to discover just what sort of person they are. The "Sorting Hat," as it is called, will also take its' wearers preferences (if any) into account when making its determination. Though the Sorting Hat is said to posses some other abilities, the matter has never been thoroughly investigated.
In any case, this system of organization has worked so well that the tradition persists even to this day.
For all that it is a famous and well populated school that has stood for many centuries, it still possesses secrets that have either been long forgotten or have yet to be discovered. Many student have explored the school hoping to learn its' secrets.
One such re-discovered secret is the Room Of Requirement.
It is to here that a certain secret passage from the Hog's Head Inn in Hogsmeade exited.
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Chapter 11 – Too Much Talk
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They immerged from the secret passage into a cavernous stone room.
This was fortunate because it was occupied by several dozen children ranging from eleven year olds to nineteen year olds. Clearly, these were some of the students of the wizard's school.
They did not look as though they had been enjoying their school life, and the atmosphere of the room was in no way cheerful.
That changed, however, the moment the moment Harry was spotted.
Excitement and hope filled the eyes of everyone who turned to see the new arrivals.
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The room exploded with exuberant shouts.
"HARRY!"
"It's Potter, it's POTTER!"
"Ron!"
"Hermione!"
There then followed a confusion of hands and faces as the new arrivals were engulfed, hugged, pounded on the back, their hair ruffled, and their hands shaken by what seemed to be well over twenty people.
Sebastian and Ciel were quickly introduced to Seamus Finnigan, Lavender Brown, Terry Boot, Ernie Macmillian, Anthony Goldstein, Michael Corner, both the Patil twins, and everyone else there.
A normal human would have found it a near impossible challenge to remember all the names and the faces they belonged to. A genius human would have found it more than a little difficult. However demons are very good with details and naturally have a perfect memory, so the Earl and his butler had no trouble in memorizing everyone's identity.
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"Okay, okay, calm down!" Aberforth shouted, "Keep crowd'n in like that and you'll crush them."
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Everyone backed up a bit, but though the shouting lessened the chattering didn't. Everyone had questions for Harry, Ron, and Hermione and would constantly turn to one another debating among themselves the merit of each other's questions and the possible answers.
It was basically impossible for Harry or anyone else in his group to get a word in edgewise.
Thus, no one was paying any attention to the demons as they backed up a bit to stand unobtrusively behind Aberforth and the rest of their group.
Nor did anyone notice or hear the two's whispered conversation.
"Sebastian, we must not let anyone know what we are. At the first opportunity I want you to slip away and acquire two wands from the nearest enemy wizards. Don't let anyone see you do it."
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"Young Master, while it is possible for a demon to use a wizards' wand, there is still… how should I put this? A learning curve involved in employing such a tool. It is not just a matter of learning the right spells. It is important to familiarize oneself with the magical energies inherent in the wands and finding a balance with –"
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"Shut up," Ciel interrupted.
"I'm perfectly aware that I don't know how to use a wand, and while I don't yet know whether or not you can, it doesn't matter. I'm certain that I can at least fake it and I know that you can as well. Swish, point, mutter inaudibly, and no one will know the difference."
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"Are you so certain of that, My Lord?" Sebastian questioned mockingly. "Wizards can be surprisingly cleaver at times and often notice things that others overlook. I suspect it is either an inherent quality they are born with or may have something to do with the way they are trained."
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"You worry over nothing. Whether it is wizard magic or demon power, people see what they expect to see," said Ciel.
"I suspect that this place will be a hot bed of activity soon. People who are hurrying, fighting, and generally creating chaos and confusion will not pause to pay much attention to anything beyond the obvious. They will see a person with a wand make magic happen and not question the nature of the power used."
His eye glinted mischievously.
"They will think us wizards like themselves."
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"Very well, My Lord."
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"One more thing, I don't want anyone to know the truth about my past or hear the made up story I told my three new pawns. Those three swore to keep my secrets so I know they will say nothing. Eventually though, one or both of us may be asked. I order you to hint that dark wizards, Death Eaters, killed off my family because we refused to follow that deranged Dark Idiot. You will make it clear that it was a miracle we survived."
Ciel grinned.
"If asked about your past, you must say that you had to have been hit with some kind of memory spell that erased all personal information that related to yourself or your past, but not any facts or other non-personal knowledge that you possessed."
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Sebastian tilted his head, raised a hand to his chin, and smiled playfully. Despite the light cheerful tone of his reply, the look in his eyes was cold and empty.
"My goodness, Young Master. Even after all this time you still like to contradict yourself. For someone who has long claimed to hate lies in others you certainly seem to enjoy telling your own. Wherever did you gain such a double standard?"
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Ciel's answering smile was just as cheerful as Sebastian's and his visible eye just as dark and empty.
"What a thing to say. This is not a game of chess, but real life and I play to win. Therefore, I'm perfectly free to play as I like and make up whatever rules I please."
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The two of them shared a look.
Pleasant smiles and empty eyes.
Two cruel beings of similar mind sharing a moment of perfect understanding in which nothing was spoken, but everything said.
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"And what would you have me say if I am asked about you Master?"
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"Say that I was young and small. I hid and was not found. Say that when the Death Eaters were gone I explored the rubble my home had become and found you. I rescued you and you, in turn, have cared for me. We became each other's family."
Ciel smirked. "Isn't it all so very heart-warming?"
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"And the other details? It would not do to leave anything unexplained," said Sebastian.
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"We gained our power though our brilliance of mind and years of considerable effort. We went into hiding and devoted ourselves to study and training. I, to become strong so that I could take revenge and protect those that matter to me. You, to become the perfect butler devoted to your young master who gives your life purpose and to his protection. Nothing could please you more than to stand forever at my side."
Ciel stared into his demonic butler's eyes, his face like a calm mask.
"Do you understand?"
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Sebastian returned the look, his own face falling into the pleasant expression of his own false mask. He placed his hand over his heart and inclined his head and waist in a small bow.
"Yes, My Lord. And may I add that your lies rather annoyingly resemble the truth?"
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"As you know, the best lies always contain elements of truth. It makes them all the more believable."
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Ciel stood back with his butler and watched as his three pawns were surrounded by eager babbling schoolmates.
Something had been bothering him for a while and now seemed as good a time as any to ask about it.
Since Aberforth was the nearest person who wasn't pointlessly chattering, the little Earl decided to address his query to him.
"Say, Aberforth," questioned Ciel, "I find it difficult to believe that a room like this, holding all these renegade students, could be allowed to exist inside Hogwarts without the people in charge doing something about it."
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"This is the Room of Requirement," said Aberforth. "It's the only room of its kind in Hogwarts. Not sure how it was made, and it tends to move around at times, and can be tricky to get into, but it can become whatever the person that first enters it needs."
He gestured at one of the nearby teens.
"Young Neville over there was being chased by the Carrows, they're You-Know-Who's people here, anyway he needed a hideout where they couldn't get him or send in anyone that worked for them and managed to get in here. The room suits the needs of the ones inside it, but you got to know what to ask for. In any case it was fully supplied with everything the boy needed except food. The room can't do food. But since he needed it and asked the room for some, the room created the passage we just came through."
Ciel glanced around the room a second time, this time considerably more impressed with what he was seeing. Remarkable… Ciel thought, I wonder if there are ways to modify or update the spell, maybe even apply it to other things. It's certainly something to think about.
Sebastian was likewise impressed. He was careful that no hint of his thoughts showed in his expression as he contemplated having his own hidden paradise of cats, one that Ciel need never know about or enter.
"What a remarkably convenient room. I shall have to make a point of finding out how it was constructed."
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"Indeed," the young demon commented, glancing at his butler. "In fact I order you to do so some time after this current mission is completed. I can imagine a lot of advantages in owning a room like this."
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"Yes, My lord." Sebastian said.
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Aberforth continued talking, oblivious to his listeners thoughts.
"Good luck with that. This is an old castle and a lot of spells 'ave been worked into and around the place. There's no knowing if any record of that spell still exists. In any case, it's been pretty useful now. It's lucky that the size of the room increased along with the number of people in it. Would 'ave gotten mighty cramped in here otherwise."
Aberforth glanced around at all the students and looked contemplatively at Harry for a moment, before turning to face Sebastian.
"You watch over those kids as best you can. I did my part and got you lot here, the rest is up to you. I got to head back to my inn. There's some things I want to think about."
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"Of course," answered Sebastian, smiling politely. "I thank you for your assistance, and you can rest assured that I am prepared to take matters well in hand and do whatever is needed."
Aberforth acknowledged his words with a decisive nod and went back through the secret passage, disappearing from sight.
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Eventually everyone started to settle down a bit and one boy, the students' apparent spokesman, came forward.
This boy, a teen about the same age as Harry, Ronald, and Hermione, was introduced to Ciel and Sebastian as Neville Longbottom.
Ciel felt a brief flash of pity for the boy. How unfortunate he is to be stuck with such a name.
Sebastian, being a skilled butler, was easily able to prevent himself from openly chuckling at the boy's name.
Neville's hair was a dirty-blond in color and rather darkish. He had the looks of a boy built to be overweight but who had not eaten enough, thus looking a bit saggy. Lack of sunlight had also made his clear skin pale in a manner that was sickly rather than fair. This combined with various bruises and a few vicious cuts (that looked in no way accidental) gave the overall impression of a weak pathetic boy who had been mistreated for some time.
Indeed, it would be easy to write Neville Longbottom off as a nobody born to be bullied, unless you happened to look into his dark eyes and see the steel determination glinting there.
Neville wasted no time in telling Harry and his friends what had been going on since they had last communicated.
"Hogwarts isn't really Hogwarts anymore, Harry. Not with those sadistic Death Eaters in charge. Defense Against the Dark Arts is now just learning the Dark Arts. We're supposed to practice curses on the people that get detention and in Muggle Studies, which is now compulsory for everyone, we have to listen to endless lectures about how Muggles are like animals, stupid and dirty, and how they drove wizards into hiding by being vicious toward them, and how the natural order is being re-established."
Neville pointed to his various injuries and explained how he got each one because of disagreeing with the teachers and talking back.
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"Blimey, Neville," said Ron, "there's a time and a place for getting a smart mouth."
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"You weren't here. You didn't hear the thing's that's being taught," said Neville. "You wouldn't have stood for it either. The thing is, it helps when people stand up to them and say what's right, it gives everyone hope."
He glanced over at Harry.
"I used to notice that when you did it, Harry."
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"But they've used you as a knife sharpener," continued Ron.
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Neville shrugged.
"Doesn't matter. They don't want to spill too much pure blood. You know how they all are about lineage and coming from pure wizard families with no Muggle blood in the mix. They'll torture us a bit if we're mouthy but they won't actually kill us."
Harry did not know what was worse, the things that Neville was telling them or the matter-of-fact tone in which he said them. To have gotten used to this sort of treatment… just how bad had things at Hogwarts gotten since he'd last been there?
Ciel was thinking much the same thing as Harry.
He may be a demon now, but he still remembered what it was like to be a helpless innocent in the hands of those who enjoyed his pain. Consequently, even though he was now a demon and thus, by his very nature, inclined to take pleasure in the sufferings of others, he still preferred it when the ones in pain were those that deserved it.
He could understand if it was just teachers making an example of a troublesome student, but what he was hearing made it clear that punishments in this school were being taken too far.
"Just what kind of school is this? Are all the teachers here like that?"
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Neville looked over at Ciel.
"No, it's just the Death Eaters. Amycus Carrow and his sister Alecto. They're even worse than that traitor Snape. Amycus teaches Dark Arts and Alecto does Muggle Studies. The thing is, they do more than teach," Neville said.
"They're in charge of all the discipline. They like punishment, the Carrows. The other teachers are all supposed to refer us to the Carrows if we do anything wrong. They don't, though, if they can avoid it. You can tell they all hate them as much as we do. The only people in real danger are the ones whose friends and relatives on the outside are giving trouble. They get taken hostage."
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Ciel smirked, "Well than Neville, since these Carrows seem like such a disagreeable sort, perhaps we should make a point of getting rid of them while we're here."
The little earl turned to Harry and though his comments were directed to the green-eyed boy, his tone was such that his words carried to the ears of everyone there.
"Besides, the Carrows presence here will be a hindrance to your plan and they could be quite the bother for us when the Dark Idiot arrives. The fewer allies he has, the easier it will be to put an end to him once and for all."
As the room seemed to explode with the questions being shouted at Harry, Ciel quickly leaned in close to the boy and murmured some advice for his ears alone.
"They look to you as their leader, their symbol of hope. Look confident, show no doubt, and gather the support and information that you need. Harry, you cannot do this alone and they want to help," Ciel said before stepping back to let Harry face the crowed of shouting students.
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(Harry's P.O.V. [Mostly])
Harry gave Ciel a quick panicked look and mentally cursed the blue-haired boy for placing him in this situation.
Harry hadn't wanted to tell anyone else about the mission that Dumbledore had given him before his death. The old wizard had impressed upon him the importance of secrecy. The only reason that he'd told Ciel and Sebastian about it was because they'd pretty much forced him to.
Even if the strange pair had been rather nice about it.
Now everyone here knew that he had a plan to beat Voldemort and that Voldemort was coming.
Before, he might have had a chance to keep everyone out of danger and get them to stay here where they'd be safe. Now, everyone would want to help and there would be nothing he could possibly say to dissuade them.
He knew what he had to do, but had no idea how to go about doing it.
He closed his eyes, and took a few deep breaths to calm down and think.
Ciel was right. Even though he didn't feel ready to lead anyone, they were all looking to him. He couldn't let them down.
There was no choice but to move forward and make the most out of the situation.
The Horcrux that was hidden at Hogwarts had to be something important that once belonged to one of the school's founders, Rowena Ravenclaw. He didn't know anything about her, but one of the other students might know something.
Harry opened his eyes, took another deep breath, and started to speak.
"Quiet down everyone. Please listen to me!" He shouted.
He had to shout a few more times before the room grew quiet enough for him to be heard.
"Listen everyone! You-Know-Who is coming -"
The room once more exploded with shouts and chatter, but Harry kept on shouting.
"Listen to me!" The room quieted as they once more gave Harry their attention.
"He's coming because he knows that I've discovered his weakness and a way to stop him once and for all. He's scared and angry and right now he's never been more dangerous. That's why I want you all to stay here where it's safe while we, "Harry waved a hand to indicate himself and his 4 companions, "take care of this."
This time the shouts that filled the room were ones of protest. No one wanted to sit this out. They'd been living in fear, sitting around, and not doing anything constructive against the ones responsible for their oppression.
Now that Harry Potter, the boy they believed to be their hope and savior, had come they were not going to sit and do nothing, not any more. They'd had enough of that.
Harry's return to Hogwarts was a sign to them all that that it was at last time to fight and they shouted their determination to do so.
Harry raised his hands, indicating that he still had more to say, and eventually the crowed quieted down.
"I know you all want to help and while I'd prefer you all stay here 'til it's over, I can see that there's no point in my trying to get you to. And there are a few things I'll need help with. "
Everyone murmured their willingness to help and leaned a bit forward to listen intently to what their hero had to say.
"Firstly, we need a way to look around Hogwarts without getting caught by Snape, the Carrows, or anyone else on You-Know-Who's side. Second, there's something we need to find. You-Know-Who put a spell on it and hid it here, somewhere, in Hogwarts. You see…"
Harry hesitated a moment, still unsure about what to say or how much he should say. But he pressed on.
"You see, the thing is that we don't know very much about it or where he hid it. Just that it probably once belonged to Rowena Ravenclaw and that if we can find and break it, it will help us overthrow You-Know-Who. Has anyone heard of an object like that? Has anyone ever come across something with her eagle symbol on it for instance?"
He looked hopefully toward the various Ravenclaw students he saw in the crowd, but the answer did not come from any of them.
Instead, he was answered by a familiar feminine voice behind him.
"Well, there's her lost diadem."
It was Luna Lovegood. The pale, rather wispy girl he'd last seen at the safe-house before leaving to break into Gringotts bank. But why was the blue-eyed blond teen here? How did she know to come?
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Behind her he could see several other people emerging from the tunnel entryway.
"Hello there! We just got the word that you three were here!" Said a grinning Dean Thomas.
His best friend Seamus gave a roar of delight and ran over to give the new arrival a crushing hug and some pleased slaps on the back.
"Out'a the way you lot. Yer blocking the passage," said Aberforth as he pushed Dean and Seamas out of the way and exited the passage.
He was followed by Ron's red-headed and freckle-faced little sister Ginny and Ron's older brother's, the mischievous red-headed twins Fred and George. Behind them came two brunettes, Lee Jordan and Harry's old girlfriend Cho Chang.
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"It's great to see you guys," said Harry, "but why are you here? Aberforth, I thought you didn't want to involve yourself more in this then you already had."
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Neville pushed his way through to the open space near Harry.
"I sent for them," he said, holding up a fake Galleon coin. "Remember this? We enchanted a lot of them last year to communicate secretly among our DA group when you were helping us train. They worked really well and never got found out, so we all kept them. They've been very useful for passing messages."
Neville didn't even try to keep the excited grin off his face.
"Anyway, I'd promised Ginny and Luna that if you turned up I'd let them know. We all thought that if you came back, it would mean revolution. That we were going to overthrow Snape and the Carrows. The words going out Harry. Soon everyone will be coming here."
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Then Aberforth stepped forward.
"I don't like this Harry, not any of it. Seems to me this fools task of yours is just going to end in certain death. But I got to thinking about what we'd all talked about before and it got me thinking. I realized that you lot were right. Better to try than to give up without any kind of fight. I've lived a long life, even out-lived my whole family. I already got enough regrets in my heart and I don't want to carry anymore."
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"This is all very encouraging news," said Ciel authoritatively, wanting to cut through any further side topics or chatter, "But miss…?"
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"Luna Lovegood," said Luna. "Nice to meet you."
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"A pleasure to meet you as well. I am Ciel Phantomhive," Ciel replied. "But miss Lovegood, what was that you were saying about a diadem?"
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Luna smiled.
"You don't have to be so formal, call me Luna," she said.
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"Hay," said Ron, "What's a diadem?"
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"It's similar to a crown or tiara," said Luna. "Ravenclaw's was supposed to have magical properties, enhance the wisdom of the wearer. I told you about it once, remember Harry? Daddy's been trying to duplicate it."
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"This is all good to know," said Ciel, "But where should we start looking for it? Do we even know for sure that this is what we are looking for?"
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"I don't know," said Harry, "but right now we don't have any other ideas so we might as well go look for the diadem and hope it's what we came to find."
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"But that's crazy!" Shouted one of the Ravenclaw girls in the crowd, "You're all crazy. Even if it's not just a myth, there's no way you can find it."
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"Yeah," said Michael Corner. "It's called the lost diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw for a reason. It's because it's lost."
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"When was it lost?" asked Harry.
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"Centuries ago, they say," said Cho, making Harry's heart sink. "Professor Flitwick says the diadem vanished with Ravenclaw herself. People have looked, but…" she glanced around at her fellow Ravenclaws, a wordless appeal in her eyes, "nobody's ever found a trace of it, have they?"
The Ravenclaw students all shook their heads.
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"Harry," said Terry Boot, "The diadem's gone, it's been gone for centuries. There's no one alive that knows anything about what happened to it."
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"That doesn't matter," said Harry. "We still have to look for it."
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"Then let's try looking in the Ravenclaw's dorm for clues," said Hermione. "It's a long shot, but at least it's a place to start."
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"If you want to know what the diadem's supposed to look like," commented Cho, "I could take you up to our common room and show you. Ravenclaw's wearing it in her statue."
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Suddenly Harry staggered and fell to his knees in pain as he was scorched once again by his scar, his mind bombarded by Voldemort's thoughts and feelings.
The watching demons recognized this as the same sort of inexplicable seizure that had struck Harry earlier that day at the mansion and left him with knowledge of the Dark Idiots weaknesses and movements.
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"He's on the move." Harry said quietly. "He's going to check on the hidden lake where the locket Horcrux used to be."
He glanced worriedly around at his friends.
"We're running out of time."
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I've been watching the anime NYARKO-SAN: ANOTHER CRAWLING CHAOS.
It's pretty good. In its own way it's just as good as IS THIS A ZOMBIE (KORE WA ZOMBIE DESU KA?).
Well anyway...moving on.
I'm going to get started on the 12th chapter now. I've got a nasty feeling that it will turn out to be a short chapter. I'll try to give it some length, but no promises. I want to get it done fast so I can move on to the ghost. I'm planning for that to happen in the 13 chapter, but again, no promises. Just know that I'm not giving up and have every intention of seeing this story through to the end.
But you know how it is, stuff happens, real life intrudes, and I get easily distracted.
So anyway, I hope this chapter didn't turn out too bad. It gave me alot of trouble and I ended up over thinking things and getting stuck.
Please review to let me know if you liked it.
It's because of you, my readers & reviewers, that I was able to press on with this. Your encouragement helped a lot.
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