-Chapter 12-

The Writing on the Wall

"No Liza they're not being insulting to old ladies; they are really type of what –people? Creatures? Whatever- called hags in the magical world." Harry explained patiently to his sister.

"So what about vampires?" she asked following Harry into the Leaky Cauldron. Hermione and her parents who were talking with Liza's family came in after them.

They earned more than a few looks from the patrons but Harry ignored them. "I've never met any myself. But I can tell you with certainty that none of them glisten in the sunlight. If they do it's because they are being burned alive."

"Was that hard to find out?" Liza asked smirking.

"It wasn't but even if it was, it'd been worth it.." he replied seriously. He narrowed his eyebrows when a man dressed in expensive suit approached them.

"Lord Potter?" the man gushed. "I'm Jordan Pace, let me just say how glad I am that you've decided to join our society."

"Thank you Mr. Pace." Harry said through a forced smile. "Is there something I can do for you?"

Mr. Pace blustered. "Yes, actually. I'm here on behalf of-"

Harry interrupted him. "You know what? How about you owl my solicitor and make an appointment? I'm kind of busy right now. You understand right?"

"Oh of course, Lord Potter!" he said. "Forgive me. I'll make an appointment then."

"You do that." Harry said and walked pass him.

"What was that about?" Liza asked.

"Who knows?" he replied.

They exited the Leaky Cauldron and Harry took out his wand tapping at the bricks that separated the Diagon Alley from the muggle London.

He turned to Elizabeth's parents when the archway opened. "Wrights you guys are with me. Everyone else get what you need and meet us at the um- Flourish and Blotts. Got it?"


"Gilderoy Lockhart-" Elizabeth read the sign in front of Flourish and Blotts. "Wasn't that the guy who wrote half of the books in that letter you got me?"

Harry nodded and waved when he saw the rest of their group walking towards them, bags full of stuff hanging from their hands.

The crowd around the bookshop consisted mostly of middle-aged witches trying to get inside. The doorman looked like he had just about enough and was about to pull out his wand. Harry snickered at the sight.

"We can actually meet him!" Hermione said. "I mean, he's written almost the whole booklist!"

Harry raised an eyebrow but refrained from commenting.

Entering the shop they grabbed copies Standard Book of Spells Grade 1 for Elizabeth and the Grade 2 for Harry and Hermione. He and Hermione had long past gone Grade 4 in their private studies, much to the delight of the bushy-haired girl. Liza had wanted to join but had decided to wait until she had her own wand.

They were at the register when a voice called out. "It can't be, Harry Potter?"

The crowd suddenly parted an excited whisper running through the shop. The photographer for the Daily Prophet raised his camera and Harry and the Gilderoy Lockhart reached forward, grabbing his arm. Harry instinctively raised his other arm and clasped it down on the man's wrist. He yelped in pain backed away.

"What exactly do you think you're doing?" Harry asked irritated. "Touch me again and you'll lose that hand."

Lockhart chuckled nervously rubbing his hand. "Like to joke around, do you Harry?"

"Why don't you try it again and find out?" Harry asked smiling.

Lockhart let out a strangled laugh and gestured to the cameraman.

"You snap that picture and the Daily Prophet can expect a harassment lawsuit heading its way." A voice said from behind him.

"Ah Mr. Kirkland, how nice of you to join us." Harry said, greeting his solicitor. The photographer lowered the camera reluctantly.

Harry knew that he was coming off as a bit arrogant but he couldn't help it. Everything about this Gilderoy Lockhart from his perfectly combed hair, expensive robes and the shark-like smile, just felt off to him. Lockhart swallowed visibly but the smile never left his face.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he said loudly, getting everyone's attention-Harry guessed in an attempt to save some face. "What an extraordinary moment this is! The perfect moment for me to make a little announcement I've been sitting on for some time!

"When young Harry here stepped into Flourish and Blotts today, he only wanted to buy my autobiography-"

"No I don't." Harry said casually taking full advantage of the fact that he was a kid, generating snickers all around.

"Which I shall be happy to present him now, free of charge —" Lockhart continued ignoring him. The crowd applauded again. "He had no idea that he would shortly be getting much, much more than my book, Magical Me. He and his schoolmates will, in fact, be getting the real magical me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have great pleasure and pride in announcing that this September; I will be taking up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

The crowd cheered and clapped and Harry found himself being presented with the entire works of Gilderoy Lockhart. Forcing down the urge to curse at the man Harry placed the book set on a nearby desk.

"Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter?" said a voice Harry had no trouble recognizing.

"Famous Harry Potter, oh sorry was that Lord Potter?" said Malfoy. "Can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page."

"I don't have time or the patience for your shit Malfoy." Harry said not even looking at him, cursing magical contracts for not having a way to keep annoying arseholes away from him. The one he had signed with Draco only covered his inclusion in Black family and not being able to harm Harry or his friends, a clause that he could update at a later date if he wanted to. Otherwise Draco was free to do whatever he wanted. Which he thought was quite a waste, but the one who had made the contract was very clear about it. Besides the ponce might be useful later down the line. Preferably as a human shield.

He was about to exit the shop when someone crossed his path. Closing his eyes he took a breath calming himself. Why couldn't he get a break?

"Lord Potter," the man said. "Lucius Malfoy, we meet at last."

Staring at the offered hand, Harry's mind instantly flashed back.

"My father wanted to teach you a lesson," Draco said. "He wanted me to ask some of the older students to take Granger and… you know."

Pure rage rose up in his chest; his body suddenly filled with magic, threatening to break out. The inside of the shop groaned under the pressure. He released his wand from his wrist holster.

"Mr. Malfoy…" He said, vaguely noticing that they had attracted quite a crowd. Harry shook his hand glaring at him. He internally smiled when Mr. Malfoy winced at his look.

"I've been waiting to meet you for quite some time Mr. Malfoy." He said.

"Why is that?" Mr. Malfoy said looking confused.

A grin came to his face. "You've been threatening my friends, Mr. Malfoy. And I don't take too kindly to that sort of thing."

"Lord Potter I think you're mistaken-"

Harry suddenly stepped closer, cutting Mr. Malfoy off.

"Listen to me you prick," he whispered menacingly. "I know what you did, and if I think I could get away with It, I would've already killed you where you stand. You want to teach me a lesson? Then come after me! Leave my friends out of it, or-"

"-or what?" Lucius replied smirking.

Harry grinned back. "Or dying will be the least of your worries."

Stepping away Harry nodded at him, all traces of anger on his face completely masked. "It's good to meet you Mr. Malfoy."

He turned around and walked out of the shop, the magic built-up in his body dying down.

"Harry!" Hermione called him. "Harry, wait!"

He stopped and glanced at her through the crowd. "What?"

"Are you alright?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.

"No." he said. "I'm not."

She took his hand and they started towards the Fortescue ice cream parlor. "You really need to control your magic better Harry. It was getting hard to breathe in there."

"Sorry." He said.

"It's all right." She said. "While there's plenty of reasons to hate Lucius Malfoy, the way you talked to him seemed personal. Is there something you want to tell me?"

"I guess you have a right to know." He sighed. After making sure Hermione's parents were out of earshot, he told her. "Remember the contract I had drawn up between me and Draco so that he won't be banished from the Black family? When he and I were talking about it he told me that his father had told him to tell a couple of older Slytherins to take you. And… well you can guess the rest."

Hermione froze in place and she looked like she wanted to throw up.

"H-He'd do that to a child just to get back at you?" she said, her voice shaking.

Harry smiled mirthlessly. "That was the kind of person that our dear Headmaster hired to teach a school full of children. And don't worry about dear old Lucius. He'll get what's coming to him and then some."


The summer ended faster than any of them could believe. Elizabeth had joined Harry and Hermione in their accelerated training sessions. Remus and Sirius provided much needed guidance in area's that Harry didn't excel at and by the time last day of holiday loomed closer, Harry and Hermione had progressed near fifth year level in their studies and Elizabeth coming close to third. Even if it was just the practical sides of Defense, Transfiguration and Charms.

The topic of Elizabeth's brief flight came up on more than one occasion. After trying really hard and failing Harry deduced that it was probably because of the bindings on her magic had been weakened. And pent up magic probably acted up giving her a boost. Still it was quite impressive.


Harry had an elf Apparate the three families right onto platform 9 ¾. After saying goodbye Harry, Hermione and Elizabeth entered the train and started looking for an empty cabin. Well Hermione and his sister was, he was looking for the cute blonde he had encountered on his trip to Norway. He found her in the third one he checked reading a copy of the Quibbler.

"This one." Harry nodded his head toward the cabin. Hermione frowned when she saw the girl in it.

He slid the door open and the girl looked up. A wide smile graced her face when she saw him.

"Harry!" she greeted.

"Hi Luna," he said taking a seat across from her. "It's good to see you again."

Hermione taking the seat next to Harry-who was still staring at Luna with a smile-and cleared her throat loudly. He blushed and turned to her. "You want to introduce us?"

"R-Right," he said. "Hermione, Elizabeth this is Luna Lovegood, I met her in Norway. Luna this is Hermione Granger my best friend. And this is Elizabeth Clarke she's my um… she's a family friend."

Luna's wide smile turned to Hermione and she blushed when she noticed how pretty the girl was. She didn't understand it. She didn't lean that way… did she? She stowed that thought away for a later date to ponder. Hermione then remembered what Harry had just said.

"You met her in Norway?" she asked. "How come you never told us?"

He shrugged sheepishly. "Guess I forgot."

Hermione nearly scoffed. Even she'd have hard time forgetting a girl like Luna.

"So how was your summer?" Harry asked finally collecting himself. "Did you find any the Snorkack nest like you wanted?"

She sighed sadly. "No. We were following the one that was chasing you but it ran away when it saw a muggle tour guide."

"Oh well, better luck next time then." Harry said. "What about-"

"Hold on a minute there," Hermione interrupted. "Are you saying those silly creatures in the Quibbler actually exist?"

"They're not silly!" Luna said a bit angry. "And of course they exist! Didn't Harry tell you about the Snorkack that was chasing him?"

"From the look on her face I think Harry left out quite a bit of his trip." Elizabeth chimed in.

Hermione turned to the boy in question who was trying to look anywhere but at her. After about a minute of glaring on her part he smiled apologetically. "What? Lots things happened on that trip!"

"Apparently." She deadpanned.


"…Elizabeth Clarke!" McGonagall called out.

Elizabeth couldn't help but think CGI in movies and in TV didn't even come close to seeing a magical castle with her own eyes. While the magical ceiling could still be achieved by using special effects it was still impressive. She sat down on the stool and the professor placed the hat upon her head.

"Oh my! The other Potter!" it said in her head and she immediately panicked.

Don't worry child, I'm sworn to secrecy to anyone who places me on their head. The hat reassured her. Your secrets are safe.

'Oh thank god.'

You're quite different from your brother I have to say. It said. When he found out that I knew of his true heritage of him descending from Salazar Slytherin, he threatened me.

Elizabeth chuckled. 'Sounds like something he would do. So does that mean I'm an heir to this Slytherin dude too?'

You're a heir to Godric Gryffindor, just like your father. It replied. But I don't think you want to be there do you?

'I don't.' She said. 'Put me in Ravenclaw.'

Are you sure?

'Yes.' She said.

Alright. The hat said before bellowing, "Ravenclaw!"

Predictably Luna was sorted to Ravenclaw as well. To Harry it wasn't much of surprise given her intelligence. Hermione looked a bit miffed when Luna sat down right next to him, but flushed when the girl smiled at her. Harry eyes widened a bit at that but didn't give it much thought.

Dumbledore was giving his usual start of the year speech. He announced that they had a new defense teach and a new history teacher before introducing Gilderoy Lockhart and Michael Nooks. Harry groaned when heard the name of the imposter. "Oh come on! Not Lockhart!"

"Why is there a problem with this 'Lockhart'?" Luna asked.

"Yeah," Hermione answered. "He's a complete fake. I'm so glad Harry is teaching us. Do you want to join us too?"

Luna nodded happily. Like she'd pass a chance to spend more time with Harry.


Elizabeth received her schedule from the Transfiguration professor. She frowned when she read through it. "Um… professor McGonagall there's no language, maths or science class in here. Is there some sort of mistake?"

McGonagall looked at her puzzled. "What do you mean by language, maths and science?"

"Oh I forgot to tell you," Harry interrupted. "They don't offer those in here."

"But-"

"Hopefully we'll be able to fix that," he said and nodded at McGonagall. "Professor I'm sure I'll see you at the next school board meeting?"

"Lord Potter what are you talking about?" she asked.

"You'll find out then Professor." Harry said. "Someone have to drag this school to twenty first century."

"Are you implying that Hogwarts curriculum is outdated?" McGonagall asked her mouth thinned to a line.

"Hermione?" he asked. "Want to comment?"

Hermione looked up from the book she was reading.

"It is." She said. "Hogwarts is the only magical school in Europe that doesn't offer even the most basic language class. Not to mention it's missing any kind of arts class, wizarding economics and lot of others. Other countries don't even recognize the history degree. I can only hope the new professor Dumbledore hired will be able to fix that."

McGonagall stared at her student dumbly. "How come I'm only finding out about this now?"

Hermione shrugged. "Why don't you ask the headmaster? He's the one who hired a Death Eater to teach children."

"I'll think do just that Ms. Granger." She said before taking off in the direction of the elderly wizard.

The rest of morning was eventful as Ron Weasley received a howler from his mother. Apparently the magical portal to platform 9 ¾ had been closed and the Weasley had driven a magical enhanced car to get to school. Harry winced when he learned that the redhead had crash landed into the Whomping Willow. The guy was lucky to be alive.


Harry and rest sat down for lunch after a long first day. And they still had a half a day left to go. It took a while for him to notice that he was being watched. Not the ones usually got from fellow classmates, that is to say girls- no this felt a bit creepy. Looking up, he saw the very small, mousy-haired boy he'd seen trying on the Sorting Hat last night staring at Harry as though transfixed. He was clutching what looked like an ordinary Muggle camera, and the moment Harry looked at him, he went bright red.

Well that's a first.

"All right, Harry? I'm-I'm Colin Creevey," he said breathlessly, taking a tentative step forward. "I'm in Gryffindor D'you think-would it be all right if-can I have a picture?" he said, raising the camera hopefully.

"A picture?" Harry asked and the boy nodded before started rambling.

"…and then, could you sign it?" he finished out of breath.

"Signed photos? You're giving out signed photos, Potter?" Harry heard Malfoy shout and he had to calm himself from cursing the loudmouthed idiot. Something he seemed to be doing a lot. He turned around seeing the blond flanked by the two usual stooges.

"Everyone line up!" Malfoy roared to the hall. "Harry Potter's giving out signed photos!"

"Yes! The first one goes to whoever shuts this idiot up!" Harry shouted back smirking. Draco's eyes widened in fear when a couple of girls about two years older than them approached him.

Harry laughed as Draco walked as quickly as he could without running.


Lockhart reached forward, picked up someone's from the front row's copy of his book Travels with Trolls and held it up for the class.

"Me," he said, pointing at it and winking as well. "Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award — but I don't talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at her!"

Luna and Elizabeth exchanged a look.

"I see you've all bought a complete set of my books-"

"Not by choice…" Elizabeth muttered under her breath, making Luna chuckle.

"-well done. I thought we'd start today with a little quiz. Nothing to worry about — just to check how well you've read them, how much you've taken in —"

Luna frowned when she read the quiz. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color? What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?

She was never known for keeping quite when she had something to say so she raised her hand.

"Yes, miss…?"

"Lovegood, sir." Luna said. "What is the meaning of this quiz sir? Why should we participate in what is an obviously a test designed to inflate your ego? We came to Hogwarts to learn and not to see who the best Gilderoy Lockhart fan is by writing these kinds of quizzes."

She had said this without a hint of humor on her face and laughter rang throughout the classroom, making Lockhart go red.

"Oh dear…" Elizabeth said laughing. "You are something else."

"What do you mean?" Luna asked, puzzled.

"Never mind, "Elizabeth said. "You're on with us for training tonight right?"

"Yeah."

"You'll see," Liza said. "Harry's really good."

Luna shrugged, not necessarily concerned about his skills of teaching. She was looking for a way to spend time with Harry anyway. He did funny thing to her body when they were together. Even the thought of him brought a smile to her face, something almost never happened since that day. She could still remember clear as ever, the day she lost her mother. Her father- who was a quite an energetic man had gone gradually quieted down since then. He had sunken into the magazine, going so far as to organizing long-term trips to distant countries in search of the rare creatures that interested him. When her father got this way Luna had used to visit their neighbors the Weasleys. But even Ginny had slowly lost interest in her, not enough to stop being her friend but enough to make her feel left out.

Luna had then met Harry on one of the trips, and suddenly she had new friend. She had been dreading coming to Hogwarts this year before but the moment she met him, that feeling had disappeared. He had been incredibly easy to talk to, taking all of her quirks-that she couldn't really help- in stride. And in a long time she was happy. She wanted feel that way again, she wanted be with him.

Lockhart finally recovering himself bent down behind his desk and lifted a large, covered cage placing it on it.

"Now — be warned! It is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to wizardkind!"

Luna highly doubted that, but got interested anyway.

"You may find yourselves facing your worst fears in this room. Know only that no harm can befall you whilst I am here. All I ask is that you remain calm."

Lockhart whipped off the cover.

"Yes," he said dramatically. "Freshly caught Cornish pixies!"

Luna raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yes, Miss Lovegood?" Lockhart asked with trepidation.

"Well- they're not very dangerous are they sir?"

"Really?" Lockhart said loudly. "Then let's see what you make of them!" And he opened the cage.

The classroom erupted in chaos as the creatures started zipping around, making a huge mess.

"The Freezing Charmin 3?" Luna asked from Liza. She nodded and after counting to three, they both spoke in unison. "Immobules!"

All of the blue creatures were suspended in place and Luna turned to the professor. "Like I said sir, not that dangerous."


Harry and Hermione walked out of the corridor and into the entrance hall. Both of them had been invited to the Headless Nick's death day party- and it had been horrible. He was hoping to catch up with Luna and his sister at dinner. He hoped neither of them had any trouble fitting in, like he did when he first came here. He had restarted their training a few days ago, and he had been pleasantly surprised that Luna was just as talented as the rest of them were. He had been thinking about starting proper combat training, after having some sessions with his two new uncles over the holidays. Since they had some experience in the area they had been more than happy to provide the assistance that he needed, after all they all knew that Voldemort was still out there.

He looked at his walking companion. After Luna had joined him with the training, Hermione had taken to the habit of running her arm through his every time they went somewhere. He couldn't help but sigh at the feeling of her warm body so close to him. There was something about her, that made his heart race every time he saw her and sometimes it even interfered with his work. And to make matters worse he now felt the same things around Luna as well, although not to the same extent (but he suspected that it'd catch up to the same as Hermione soon). Not that he wanted it to stop, the feeling was very welcome- like right now. There was no one around, just the two of them. He pulled her closer to him.

Hermione's head snapped up to him in surprise. She blushed when she saw the expression on his face. Harry opened his mouth to say something, when he heard the voice.

"…rip…tear…kill…"

It was cold and murderous sending chills down his spine. Alarmed he pulled out his wand.

"Harry?" Hermione asked, confused. "What's wrong?"

"You don't hear that voice?" he asked.

"What voice?"

"…kill…time to kill…"

"That." Harry said.

"I don't hear anything." she said a bit of fear showing on her face.

"Hmm." Harry said slowly starting towards the other end of the hallway. "It's moving away from us."

He grabbed Hermione's wrist and broke into a jog. "Let's go, it says it's time to kill…"

"Harry," Hermione said struggling to keep up with Harry's pace. "I've seen this movie before, it's the moment we both get killed by axe wielding maniacs!"

Harry chuckled. "I highly doubt that axe-wielding maniac can stand against grade four fire curses."

They ran up the stairs three at a time. The voice spoke again. "…I smell blood… I SMELL BLOOD!"

"I think it's going to kill." Harry muttered and upped his pace.

They ran around the whole floor, Harry having let go of Hermione's hand so she could run with him. They turned the last corner and ended up on a deserted corridor. Both of them took a second to catch their breath, all the while inspecting the hallway.

"There." Hermione pointed.

There were words written on the right wall, in deep red ink, although Harry doubted it was ink though.

THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED. ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE

It took a while for him to remember what the Chamber of Secrets of was, and it looked like Hermione already had. But before either of them could say anything he noticed something else. The whole place was flooded, and there was something hanging underneath the words.

It was Filch's cat. She was hanging upside down from a torch bracket her eyes wide and staring. Both of the Ravenclaws was silent for a second.

"We should leave," Harry finally suggested. "I don't like this one bit."

But it was too late. A rumbling sound marked the end of the feast and in moments the whole corridor was flooded by well-fed students on their way to their dorms. The noise suddenly died as the people at the front spotted the hanging cat. Harry and Hermione stood in the middle of the mass of students pushing forward to see the grisly sight.

The someone shouted through the quiet.

"Enemies of the Heir, beware! You'll be next Mudbloods!"

The voice was unmistakably the blond ponce's.

"Did you just threaten every Muggleborn inside the school?" Harry said, with hand over his mouth. "You did this didn't you!?"

Draco lost his smile, starting to sputter. While it was obvious that Harry was mocking him, some Muggleborns gathered stared at the Malfoy heir in apprehension. Luna and Elizabeth pushed through the crowd coming to stand next to them. Harry flashed a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. He had a really bad feeling about this.

"What's going on here? What's going on?"

Attracted no doubt by both his and Malfoy's shouting, Argus Filch came shouldering his way through the crowd. Then he saw Mrs. Norris and fell back, clutching his face in horror.

"My cat! My cat! What's happened to Mrs. Norris?" he shrieked. And his popping eyes fell on Harry. Harry stared back with indifference.

"You!" he screeched. "You! You've murdered my cat!"

"I advise against casting accusations like that Mr. Filch." Harry said calmly. "Also Draco sort of took responsibility."

"I did not!" Draco shouted back and Harry rolled his eyes.

"You've killed her! I'll kill you! I'll —" Filch ranted, apparently not hearing him.

"Argus!"

Dumbledore had arrived on the scene, followed by a number of other teachers. In seconds, he had swept past Harry's group and detached Mrs. Norris from the torch bracket.

"Come with me, Argus," he said to Filch. "You, too, Lord Potter, Miss Granger."

This time Harry held back on making a comment, as the headmaster had a valid concern at the moment. He gave Luna and his sister a reassuring smile.

Lockhart stepped forward eagerly. "My office is nearest, Headmaster — just upstairs — please feel free —"

"Thank you, Gilderoy," said Dumbledore.

The crowd let them pass, and in moments they were at Lockhart's office examining the cat. And the man himself was walking around the place making suggestions and boasting at the same time. Harry considered bringing out his wand and silencing the man for good.

"She's not dead, Argus," Dumbledore finally said. Lockhart stopped abruptly in the middle of counting the number of murders he had prevented.

"Not dead?" choked Filch, looking through his fingers at Mrs. Norris. "But why's she all — all stiff and frozen?"

"She has been Petrified," said Dumbledore ("Ah! I thought so!" said Lockhart). "But how, I cannot say…"

"Ask him!" shrieked Filch, turning his blotched and tearstained face to Harry.

"Oh yes," Harry said. "The second year boy somehow found a way to perform extremely advanced Dark Magic, and just let his victim hanging on the corridor for everyone to see, and waited so he could get caught. Brilliant reasoning, Mr. Filch."

Hermione looked down at the floor, struggling not to laugh out loud. The headmaster looked at him with twinkling eyes and Harry wondered if the man would try to use Legimency on him. He didn't.

"I have to agree with Lord Potter, Albus," McGonagall chimed in. "He may be just behind Miss Granger in his year, but I doubt that hardly qualifies as having the ability to cast such advanced spells."

Professor Flitwick nodded. "Indeed, the evidence against Lord Potter is just circumstantial."

"You may go." Dumbledore said.

Both of them got out of the room quickly intending to find the other two of their group. Luna and Elizabeth was waiting outside of the office, and with them at their tail they quickly entered an empty classroom.

"Okay I'm officially freaked out," Elizabeth said. "What the hell's going on?"

"What do you guys know about the school's founders?" Harry asked the younger two.

"A bit," Luna said. "I read that sometime after the foundation of Hogwarts three of the founders had a disagreement between the other."

"Let me guess, Salazar Slytherin?" Elizabeth asked.

"He wanted the school to be attended only by students pure of blood," Harry continued. "In other words the established 28 families - blood at least that's what everyone thinks. The stories say the he built a secret chamber inside the school. And when the time comes his heir will come and open it, unleashing a monster to cleanse the school."

"And that's what I don't get," Hermione said, her eyebrows scrunched up. "We all know who the last true heir of Slytherin is, and obviously he's not doing this…"

Harry pouted at being referred to in third person. Hermione ignored him.

"...and that only leaves the other one." Hermione said. "Which is unlikely. Unless Voldemort's inside the school again."

"I thought he died?" Elizabeth asked. "Didn't Harry defeat him last year?"

"He's not dead." Harry said. "Because I highly doubt that Quirrell was with him when the killing curse bounced back at him and destroyed his body. Which means he's possessed Quirrell's at a later date which in turns means he can leave his body when it gets destroyed."

"So he's possessing someone inside the school?" Elizabeth asked.

"It's possible," Harry said. "But who?"

"Draco Malfoy?" Luna suggested. "I saw that there is some tension between the two of you, and his family supports the pureblood agenda."

Harry laughed. "I can see how you'd come to that conclusion, but it's not him. Voldemort evil he may be-is a pretty smart guy- if he is possessing someone inside the school it's someone who we wouldn't even think twice about, someone who would easily blend in, a student who's not in the spotlight at all."

No one came to his mind. He sighed turning to Hermione. "We still haven't eaten, wanna ask Kippy to bring us something?"

Hermione nodded. "We'll talk about this tomorrow- I just remembered-we are going to try out for the Quidditch team tomorrow aren't we?"

"Right," Elizabeth said. "So I'll finally find out what this Quidditch thing is."

"It's basically set of lawsuits against the school for child endangerment," Harry said as they walked to their dorms. "But the game looks fun, I mean you do get to actually fly."

"Hurray!" Hermione said with fake enthusiasm, already dreading it. She only hoped that she wouldn't fall and die.