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{Gabriel}

{Harry}

~Hayden~

"Parseltongue"

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Warning: Swearing, some mention of violence.

The Breaking of the Team

Harry lounged casually in an armchair in Dumbledore's office, not batting an eyelid at the lecture he was receiving from the assembled crowd of idiots. Dumbledore sat in his elegant wing backed chair {COUGH Throne COUGH}, his elbows resting on his desk and his hands folded beneath his chin and a frown of disapproval adorning his features. Professor McGonagall was comforting a shell shocked Lily Potter, who sat on the chair beside Harry a stunned expression of disbelief on her face and a few tears in her eyes as she gazed at her wayward son. Snape looked decidedly disturbed for some reason. James Potter was 'interrogating' him with Sirius Black standing behind him. Though in truth the 'interrogation' was less asking questions about the incident and more James yelling at him about something or other that he wasn't listening to.

"Are you even listening to me?" James nearly screamed.

"No," was the deadpan response, that stopped James short for a second.

He'd been summoned to the Headmaster's office the second he stepped into the Great Hall for breakfast that morning. As soon as he arrived it was to be met with accusations that he'd murdered; or at least arranged the murder of; Vernon Dursley. While he was expecting some suspicion to be directed at him for that, he wasn't expecting a full out investigation to have been ordered by James Potter, on the word of a 'reliable source'. It didn't really matter to him; he wasn't going to hide behind lies or excuses. When James eventually got his head out his arse and asked the simple question 'Did you do it', Harry would just say that he had arranged it. He wasn't ashamed, he didn't feel guilty and he knew that he was bulletproof in this case. The only question was who that source was, and how to punish them. Unfortunately, Harry had a very good idea who the source was, and it was a problem he didn't want to contemplate yet.

Sirius stepped in to allow James a moment to recover his wits from such a blunt answer "Harry, this is a murder investigation, it's serious," for once the dog animagus didn't grin at that joke "Now the muggle police are looking into it to, however something tells me they won't find anything. I'm going to ask you something and I want you to answer honestly. Did you kill Vernon Dursley,"

"Not with my own hands,"

Sirius closed his eyes briefly "Meaning?"

"I arranged it," Harry explained.

Lily choked back a sob and McGonagall pulled her into a hug, the stern Scotswoman showing a rare moment of open compassion. Harry suspected that if it hadn't been Lily Evans that needed comfort and support, then McGonagall would be her usual no nonsense, professional self. However, he had grown up listening to James and Lily tell Hayden stories from their school days, about how Lily was always the old Transfiguration teacher's favourite student. It seemed the professor still had a soft spot for the muggle studies teacher.

Sighing Dumbledore leaned forward and bowed his head in what appeared to be resignation. Internally however, he was dancing with glee. It was exactly the opportunity he needed to finally separate the Potter twins. With Harry soon to be out of the way, Hayden would gradually but surely fall back under Dumbledore's control. All he would need to do is appear like he had tried to help 'poor, misguided Harry' but ultimately failed, despite his best efforts. Perhaps he could even spin events so that James was seen to be the bad guy, the one who got Harry sentenced to Azkaban. Perhaps even the Kiss. Fudge would probably go for that, if Lucius Malfoy suggested it, which he would if only to inflict pain on the Potter family. Lucius had never forgiven Hayden Potter for vanquishing the Dark Lord, nevermind the fact that the pureblood Lord had denied his master by claiming the imperious. Triumphantly, he sent a small legilimency probe at James, influencing him to 'uphold the law' despite his personal feelings on the matter.

Oh how Albus was reminded of another night so many years ago, when the boy in front of him was still innocent and optimistic, rather than cynical and difficult to control as he was now. A pair of mind probes, some fake memories showing a jealous Harry acting spitefully towards his compassionate twin and a few carefully chosen words had James and Lily ready to give up their son; thinking it was in the boy's best interests of course. Two memory charms later and they had no idea about Albus involvement in the matter. His act of grandfatherly disappointment in them the next day had secured Hayden's trust. In his confidence though, Albus had forgotten to remove himself from Harry's memory of that night. A mistake, Dumbledore now admitted, though to be fair to himself he hadn't really expected Harry to survive six years in the Dursley house. Even if he did, he likely would have seen his headmaster as his savior and been loyal to him for saving him from the abuse for most of the year.

'The boy just had to run away and grow a backbone, though, didn't he' Albus seethed mentally.

Sighing heavily in resignation, James stood up straight "Harry James Potter, you are under arrest for the murder of Vernon Dursley,"

"JAMES!" Lily cried in outrage. Sirius was looking at his friend as if he had grown a second head and Snape looked at the messy haired man suspiciously. Harry, Albus saw, looked incredibly amused by this turn of events which unnerved him slightly.

"James, my boy, don't you think this is a little bit rash," Albus pleaded, continuing with his plan regardless of the unexpected reaction from the currently brunette child sitting opposite him "He is just a child after all,"

"I'm sorry Albus but the law must be followed. Mr Potter, please turn over your wand and prepare to be escorted to a Ministry holding cell to await trial,"

"Prongs, this is insane, he's your son," Sirius barked in anger

"He confessed in front of six people, Padfoot. He doesn't even feel bad that his actions tore a family apart," James had tears in his eyes at his point, even as a shaking hand drew his wand "You think I want my son in that hell hole; but he has to carry responsibility for his actions,"

Harry chose that moment to speak up "Actually, I won't be going to Azkaban. You can't touch me over this,"

To say that confused the occupants of the room would be a dramatic understatement. They were all practically scratching their heads trying to understand just what the young boy meant by his words. Sirius literally scratched his head, completely puzzled.

Harry smirked coldly "There is no law that prevents a wizard killing a muggle; at least not in this country; which really goes to show just how bigoted and corrupt your ministry is."

"But, the ministry put arrest orders on Death Eaters for that very crime," McGonagall spluttered.

Surprising everyone, it was Snape who spoke up in response to that "Actually, it was the for the crimes of exposing magic to muggles, the use of the unforgivable's and the murder and torture of wizards and witches that the Death Eaters were wanted for," the Potions Master explained, even as he wondered why he hadn't caught on sooner. Then he looked at the cold face of the boy and he had his answer. When he took his position spying for Dumbledore, he'd been given background information on all the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord himself. The youngest male Potter bore no small resemblance to the child that would later become the darkest wizard Britain had ever seen. Looking at the complete apathy his once best friends son showed at the taking of a human life, Severus Snape couldn't help but wonder if he was watching the birth of his master's successor.

Inclining his head to the Potions professor for speaking up, Harry stood "Since I have committed no crime; not that you could prove it if I did; I believe we are done here," With that Harry made for the door, making sure all of the room's occupants saw his smug grin before he left. {Thank Father for Theo Nott} {Aye, we would have been toast if he hadn't let us in on that little secret. We should probably buy him a present; maybe a new pistol} {A pistol? Really. He saves our ass and you want to buy him a pistol?} {...Maybe a machine gun? Or a rocket launcher, those are always fun!} {Better} Not letting on that he was having a mental conversation as he walked away, he acted as nonchalantly as he could. As he placed his hand on the the door handle though, the Headmaster's voice called out and stopped him before he could pull the door open.

"Before you leave, how did you manage it, my boy, if you'll forgive an old man's curiosity?" He wanted to know where the weak spot in his wards was, so that he could cover it for future incidents. He was fuming at the fact that the blasted boy had escaped his plans again, but at least he himself was covered in this incident. Speaking up for the boy had made sure that he himself couldn't be blamed for the preteen almost ending up in Azkaban.

He mumbled something that sounded like 'not your boy' before he spoke aloud "I sent a demon," Harry grinned, his killing curse coloured eyes lighting up as the old man blanched at the thought of the rebellious preteen being in touch with demons. Harry continued "To him, killing the Dursley's was just business, ergo allowing him past your little defences,"

While many occupants in the room were stuck on the demon thing, Lily had picked up on something else entirely. She sat bolt upright and looked him dead in the eye as she asked in a small voice "Dursley's, plural?"

Harry's smirk was as cold as ice and no small amount of maliciousness could be plainly made out in his eyes when he replied "You didn't think I'd stop at just one, did you?" And then he was gone.

Realizing the implication of what her son had just said Lily raced to Dumbledore's fireplace, grabbed a handful of floo powder from the mantle piece and threw it into the fire turning the flames bright green. Without wasting a moment, she called out Arabella Figg's address. She was spat out quickly, badly startling the cats she encountered in the batty old woman's home. Surprisingly though, Figg didn't offer her tea or cabbage soup or stale biscuits. Instead, she was sitting on the couch, dabbing her eyes with a tissue.

"Oh Lily!" she exclaimed, "I didn't know you were coming, though I suppose you want to comfort your poor sister. Oh it's just terrible what happened!"

With a sinking feeling in her stomach, the redhead didn't even notice her husband, former friend and former professor's coming through the fireplace behind her. In a daze she staggered out of the house and onto Magnolia Crescent, making her way around to Privet Drive. On her way she passed a pair of woman; community volunteer's their vests said; scrubbing away at a huge bloodstain that marked the pavement. There were few people out and about, despite it only being mid September and a Saturday morning at that. But those few she did pass she heard comments that chilled her to her spine, like "that poor boy" and "dreadful thing that's happened. I wonder how Petunia's coping?". Reaching Number 4, she found her sister sitting on the doorstep. At first glance you wouldn't think 'sister'. Lily was 32 with bright red hair and vibrant green eyes, still retaining her youthful beauty and appearing perhaps a few years younger. The years had not been as kind to Petunia. Only 35 herself, her face looked years older than Lily knew it to be and despite only having one child to Lily's three, Petunia had never lost the baby fat that now clung to her stick figure frame. Her neck was, bluntly, rather horse-like and her hair no where near as eye catching as Lily's.

But Lily didn't care about that. What she cared about was the fact that her sister was crying, publicly, and clutching a baby picture of her son to her chest and Lily instantly knew what had happened.

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While Lily was heading to check on her family in Little Whinging, Harry had made his way back down to the Great Hall hoping to catch some breakfast before the day started.

{Well done in your handling of that}

{Thanks. It's the next part that'll be hard though}

{Gotta say, I'm surprised. I didn't peg that kid for a Michael}

{Wouldn't that make me Lucifer?}

{Er...let's drop the angel analogy, 'kay?}

{Good idea}

Dropping down into his seat on the Gryffindor table, he found Terry had already built a plate of doughnuts, croissants, pan eu chocolate's and other sweet pastries and breakfast foods for him. Harry gave him a bright smile and thanked him profusely, his mood already considerably better than it had been only half a minute earlier. In response Terry blushed and looked down, mumbling your welcome under his breath, before going back to alternatively reading the Daily Prophet headline and sending Harry speculative glances. Dri was on Harry's other side, his eyes unwaveringly being kept on the trio that sat opposite. Hayden was sitting stiffly and looked tense, while the Weasley twins looked devastated.

"So Hayden," Harry began pleasantly "When did you decide to throw me to the wolves,"

Hayden flinched "It wasn't like that Harry," he began

Harry snarled and slammed his fist onto the table, halting conversation in their vicinity "Bullshit; your dear father just tried to arrest me because you told them that this was me," 'this' was emphasized by Harry quickly snatching the Surrey paper from its place in front of Hayden.

"What?" Hayden seemed genuinely shocked "Arrest? But, he said he just wanted to talk,"

"Oh he talked alright. He tried to lecture me on right and wrong and then preached about forgiveness or some shit. Him, James Potter, told me to learn forgiveness. HA!" he laughed "And then he demanded I turn myself over to await trial. So thanks for almost landing me in Azkaban, you dick!"

"I never meant.." Hayden trailed off "Look, I'm sorry for that but did you expect me to keep this to myself. You had our uncle killed..."

"He's no uncle of mine," Harry growled, and Hayden held up his hands to concede the point.

"I get why you wanted him dead, Harry, I really do. If anyone deserved it he did. But what gives you the right to choose whether someone lives or dies. He had a family; a son. They might be the some of the most despicable people I've ever met but they loved each other; you took a twelve year old's father from him. That's...that's not your call to make, Har," ~Not to mention, you gave Crowley free reign over hundreds of kids to do it~

"You've been talking to Jesse haven't you, that's how you knew it was me," Harry snapped {I knew you smelled of Cambion yesterday!}

~He told me I couldn't trust you. I didn't listen to him. Now I'm wondering if I should have~

{You betrayed your brother because, what? Because he wanted revenge? He deserved it, even you said that}

~Just because he deserved it, doesn't make it right!~

Hayden spoke aloud again "This isn't you, Harry. Having someone murdered in cold blood is not the little brother I know,"

Harry broke eye contact "And you two," he spoke to the pair of red heads "you agree with him, I suppose. That I shouldn't have done it,"

"You had your uncle killed," Fred (he guessed) said "for what reason, I don't know. But we were raised to believe that family is everything and to kill a family member; it's one of the worst things you can do," George was silent but nodded to show his agreement with what his twin was saying.

Swallowing, Harry looked to his right to see Dri's impassive face watching the argument quietly. He had a feeling he might be losing a brother and a few friends over this. He couldn't handle it if he lost Terry and Dri too.

"That man deserved to die. Maybe Hayden's right and you shouldn't have killed him," Dri said, and Harry closed his eyes in resignation "But I'd have done the same in your shoes and not regretted it for an instant. I'm with you, bro,"

Harry gave a smile to the brother he still had, and turned to Terry. In answer to the unasked question, he pushed the newspaper he was reading across to Harry.

ALANA BOOT FOUND DEAD IN HOME

Harry winced.

"Was it you?" Terry asked.

Harry hesitated and looked at Hayden's gobsmacked face as he took in the fact that his little twin was responsible for another death, this time the mother of one of their best friends. The way Harry was acting after he saw the headline told Hayden everything.

"It was," the shorter boy admitted "I didn't mean to, not yet. But the shock of me appearing in her house was too much for her heart and she died,"

Terry trembled and bit his lip for a moment before taking a deep breath and visibly steeling himself.

He looked at Harry and shocked them all by saying "She wouldn't have lived long anyway. And like your uncle, she deserved nothing else," In a way, Harry was proud of the slightly taller boy. A year ago he would never have been able to summon up the courage to speak like that about his mother. Or his father, which Harry suspected might be the next barrier to break. Harry smiled at Terry too and then in his relief pulled his friend into a brief hug that once again caused Terry to blush. {He blushes around us a lot} {Gee, I wonder why that might be}

"Your mother is dead. Her killer is right there and you still..." Hayden stopped himself. That wasn't his secret to spill, no matter the circumstances. He just couldn't wrap his head around the fact that Terry was completely fine with his mother being killed. That Dri didn't care that Harry had arranged for his uncle to be murdered. No matter how bad Vernon Dursley and Alana Boot were, no matter how much they deserved death, Hayden couldn't believe that murdering them was justified. It went against everything he had ever known.

"I did what I did; I don't regret it. If you can't accept that, then...then I'm sorry. But we're through," Harry told his brother solemnly, before taking his plate and heading over to the Hufflepuff table to join Cedric (who was and would remain unaware of what Harry had done}, followed shortly by Dri and Terry.

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The word spread around Hogwarts faster than a squirrel on the energy drug (that Harry and Dri had gotten around to testing that summer, the results of which had been...interesting, to say the least): the New Marauders were broken up. Harry personally thought that when worded like that it made them sound like a rock band or something, but it wasn't important. The point was that Hayden, Lee and the Weasley twins had struck out on their own as a Prank group and had already hit Hufflepuff and Slytherin house as well as all the Gryffindor Sixth years and any teacher who's name (either name) began with the letter S: meaning Snape, Vector (first name Septima), Sinistra and Sprout had each been targeted. They had been let of for lack of proof, except in the case of the Gryffindor prank, where they got ratted out by some seventh year and received a few detentions each. Plus, Snape had put each of them in detention for 'breathing too loudly' (Hayden) and 'looking guilty' (the others) after they painted his classroom red and gold with Lion banners hung on the walls.

That wasn't to say that Harry and Dri had been idle either; it was just that their pranks were much more specifically targeted. Draco Malfoy often found himself throwing up mud whenever he dared to call someone a mudblood (a more common occurrence once he'd learned the New Marauders were suffering some infighting). Lockhart was hit with little bouts of amnesia, or had something done to tarnish his 'pretty boy' image. Snape was also hit by the duo as well. Terry and Harry had together brewed polyjuice potion and had stolen some of Snape's hair. Dri had drawn the shortest straw and had done a rendition of Barney the Purple Dinosaur in the Great Hall using the Potions Masters body; Snape had given Fred and George detention for that one too.

There was no us against them mentality between the two groups as many students believed, nor was there any open hostility between them; they didn't hate each other. But there was definitely a clear split in the group; those that supported Harry's decision (namely Theo, Dri and Terry) and those that did not (Hayden, Lee and the Weasley twins). When not hanging with his fourth year friends, Hayden could now be found spending more time with the other three members of the Golden Quartet. Colin hadn't really chosen a 'side' yet. Jesse had made his plainly clear when he left the school. That none of the teachers remembered him proved that he didn't intend to come back.

Despite the split in the group life continued on. Dri found his detention with Lockhart scheduled and groaned in annoyance. He attended the detention, through no small amount of grumbling. It was at breakfast the following morning that they next saw him. The detention had, according to Colin, gone on far longer than it should have, and Dri had come into the common room groggy and tired. However when asked, Dri said he'd had to answer fan mail in a grouchy 'why me' tone. However, Dri said something that got Harry thinking. He said it had lasted longer than he thought it had. As in he had lost track of time; but Harry knew Dri and didn't think he'd lose 3 hours. Knowing what he did about Lockhart, Harry was suspicious.

He didn't get long to think about it though. There was a notice on the Ravenclaw notice board towards the end of September that Quiditch tryouts would be held that weekend. Harry once again felt bad for Davies, as he had to build an entire team from scratch on top of the boys prefect duties and his OWL tests. By contrast, Slytherin and Gryffindor had a full team already tried and tested, both of them very good. Hufflepuff only needed a new chaser and one was readily available in the form of a fourth year girl; a friend of Cedric's; who had been a reserve player the year before. It was even worse for Davies, as most Ravenclaw's didn't want to play Quiditch; most were too interested in their studies though they could get as involved in the fervent support for their house in the matches as anyone could.

That sympathy lasted until the fifth year slung Harry over his shoulder and manhandled him down to the Quiditch Pitch, whereupon Dri threw his own Quiditch uniform (charmed blue) at him and Terry handed him his Nimbus 2000.

"Why exactly am I down here?" Harry demanded.

"Gabriel, you've seen the state of our team this year. I've gotten seven different recommendations; five of them from Gryffindor; that I make you our seeker. If you're as good as Potter and Diggory say you are, then you are being on my team,"

Davies left no room for argument. Whenever Harry opened his mouth to speak Davies would speak over him, or Dri or Terry would. Eventually, Dri threatened to burn, or better yet eat, the secret stash of chocolate Harry had hidden to save them from confiscation via Terry, Cedric or Hayden. He also casually mentioned that Cedric had sent word to his mother that Harry had already made the Ravenclaw team, and that she was sending him a box of homemade brownie's as congratulations; and that it would be a shame if that delivery had to be cancelled or redirected to someone else, now wouldn't it.

{Bloody blackmailer's} Harry grouched to his on-board passenger as he sat freezing in the stands, awaiting the Seeker tryout's. Terry sat next to him, no doubt equally freezing due to his almost equally small frame. But Harry appreciated that his friend had stuck around to cheer him on as Dri had been banished from the grounds due to conflict of interest.

{Well, they knew where to hit to get you on board. It's your fault for making your addiction so well known}

{Your addiction. You gave it to me, it's your fault}

Gabriel didn't respond to that. Harry thought he was in denial.

In all honesty, the event could barely even be called a tryout. Only Harry and Cho Chang were going for the seeker position, so he could all but guarantee himself victory in that regard. There was only one beater trying out, one Duncan Inglebee, a fourth year who had gotten the position on default. He was flying high above the pitch with third year Jason Samuels knocking a bludger back and forth. Davies had began the session by going one on one against the hopeful Keepers and eventually worked his way through to the least useless of the five potential players, which turned out to be sixth year Ellen Tamerlane. Tamerlane was then pitted against the seven chasers. Thirteen year old, Jeremy Stretton proved to be a capable flier and almost instantly made the team. The other Chaser spot was filled by fourth year Isobel Chambers. There had been fifteen hopeful's in total, including Chang and himself. Just over half of the average amount of players the other house's had per tryout.

For the Seeker tryouts, Davies gave Inglebee and Samuels a bag full of tennis balls and told them to hit them around the pitch for the pair of seekers. He told Harry and Cho that whoever caught the most would be the winner. Cho had first smirked confidently and then smiled seductively at him, no doubt trying to distract him. It didn't work. Pretty as she was she just didn't interest him anymore. Actually, if he was being honest he kind of hated her for how she had treated Terry in the past and still attempted to treat him like today; though the latter tended not to work out to well. While still quite timid and quiet, Terry was more willing to stand up for himself not to mention that Harry and Dri would unflinchingly humiliate anyone who picked on the light haired raven.

As expected Harry completely trounced his opponent. Having seen Chang's sloppy handling of her broom {Mind out of the gutter, Gabe!}, he was actually a bit glad he was on the team instead. If Chang had been Davies only option, well, Ravenclaw wouldn't have stood a chance. Or at least, that's what Harry initially thought. He was forced to reevaluate his opinion over the course of October's training session's.

During first year, he'd heard horror stories about the monstrosity that was Gryffindor's quiditch captain Oliver Wood. The insane sixth year (currently) was obsessed with the idea of winning the Quiditch Cup for the second year running. Dri had won it for them, narrowly, the year before for which Wood was extremely and eternally grateful. To the end of maintaining Gryffindor victory, this year Wood had begun training his team very early in the term. The Gryffindor team had the pitch booked up on Saturday afternoon and far too early on Tuesday and Thursday mornings, each session for about two hours at a time. That schedule was difficult to work around, due to classes, but not impossible. The Slytherins however, couldn't accept that. They tried their best to disrupt the Lions training whenever possible. There was one incident that Colin and Dri reported to him (as it was after Harry and Hayden's 'disagreement') whereupon the Slytherins had taken over the Gryffindor booked pitch with permission from Snape to train their new seeker, Draco Malfoy. It turned out that instead of keeping fifth year Terrence Higgs on the team; a good and experienced seeker; and simply having their rich Pureblood families buy them better brooms, they'd decided to let super rich Lucius Malfoy buy his sons place on the team.

That incident ended with Ron Weasley {AKA the Carrot Topped Moron} had tried to curse Malfoy to 'eat slugs' {that's not even a real spell!} after he called Hermione a mudblood and ended up cursing himself on account of his broken, badly sellotaped wand backfiring on him. Ron had ended up flat on his back before rolling over and throwing up Dri and Colin were too fascinated to do anything but stare in amazement and take a picture {Sadist's}, so Hermione and Neville carried the spewing boy down to Hagrid, believing that he would know what to do. Harry had gotten a kick out of the fact that Hagrid's great advice was 'better out than in'.

Harry had never thought he'd meet someone as Quiditch crazed as Wood was. But then he met Davies. The prefect booked as many training sessions as he could. While Hufflepuff only really booked the pitch once a week; and Slytherin typically did the same, only they stole Gryffindor spots with 'special permission' slips as well; Davies had his team training just as often as the red and gold clad team regardless of time or weather. Davies pushed his team harder than Wood though, in an attempt to make up for the apparent telepathy that existed between the trio of Gryff chasers and the Weasley twins. Harry felt that he and Samuels suffered the least; the former potentially being the most physically fit person in Hogwarts and the latter having played Quiditch last year (though not under Davies admittedly). The two quickly formed a bit of camaraderie over being able to laugh at the fact that their teammates were not able to laugh after a training session; that their own laughs were tired and weary was not mentioned.

But regardless of how difficult it was for them, the training was paying off. Even Terry, nearly as Quiditch blind as Hermione, could see that. If Harry believed in reincarnation he would have thought that in a past life Davies was a medieval knight who was able to train commoners into efficient soldiers in record time.

Harry wasn't the only person kept busy by Quiditch. Much like Davies, the rain and wind didn't dampen the Quiditch fervor that burned within Oliver Wood. Which was what resulted in Hayden almost landing detention with Filch for tracking mud into the castle after one particularly nasty training session. He had bumped into the Gryffindor ghost, Nick (More commonly referred to as Nearly Headless Nick) who had been a little pissed of that 'half an inch of skin and sinew holding my(his) head on' had prevented his entry into the headless hunt. The delay in Hayden's journey to Gryffindor tower had gotten him caught by Filch. He had, fortunately, escaped thanks to the unexpected intervention of the unusual temporary Peeves-Nick alliance. In his thanks, Hayden had promised to attend Nick's deathday party on Halloween, dragging an interested Hermione, an unsure Neville and a freaked out Ron with him.

Which is why Dri was miserably sitting on his own at the Gryffindor table. As it was a School Feast, students weren't permitted to cross to another House's table during this meal. With the absence of anyone his own age that he both knew and liked (namely Hayden, despite the not-talking-to-each-other-but-still-really-friends-anyway agreement of '92) he looked terribly bored and remained that way, looking like a kicked puppy until Colin sat down beside him. Harry and Terry were at their own table with the Ravenclaw team. Just looking down the table a bit, he could tell that the other second years were a little bit jealous that Terry got to sit next to talented, intelligent and attractive Ellen Tamerlane, who most of the males in the younger years of Ravenclaw had a small crush on; including Jeremy Stretton and Jason Samuels both. Tamerlane herself was talking strategy with Davies, and Inglebee was mainly focused on his yearmate Chambers.

"I'm telling you, Jase, Puddlemore has a solid team this year. There's no way the Kestrel's could beat them," Stratton was insisting, despite the fact that Harry knew from an earlier conversation that he supported the Montrose Magpies. Tamerlane however, did follow Puddlemore.

"No way," Samuels argued right back, not even his infatuation allowing him to abandon his precious Kestrels. "Sure Puddlemore have a good Chaser lineup but their Keeper just doesn't cut it anymore; he's too old. And their Seeker falls for feints way too easily," Samuels was an unknown in terms of blood status. No one really knew how to class him. He was born to a pair of squibs, both born to pureblood families themselves (though several generations down on his father's side). He had known about the Wizarding World all his life, but his parentage stopped the pureblood elite's from allowing him into their clique's.

Samuels suddenly smirked "I have met their captain though," he said deviously, glancing at Tamerlane out the corner of his eye. She didn't stop her conversation with Roger but, he turned in the younger boys direction slightly, which gave away their interest.

"No way!" Stretton challenged.

"She knows Grandad and was at his birthday this year. You know she'll probably be there next year too,"

Harry chuckled slightly as he watched the pair try and gain Tamerlane's attention. The brown haired Stretton and the blonde Samuels were almost a comedy pair. While nowhere near Fred and George's level, the pair hadn't failed to amuse Harry with their antics yet.

Turning the conversation back to Quiditch, Stretton obviously deciding to wait for a chance to get even with his friend, Harry was asked "So, Harry, what team do you support?"

"Well, not any really," he admitted "I don't really follow the sport. I enjoy playing it sometimes, but I can take it or leave it,"

Both of the boys sitting opposite gasped "Sacrilege," Samuels whispered

"Heresy," Stretton gasped, before looking confused "Wait, if you don't follow Quiditch then why join the team?"

Harry growled "I got blackmailed into it," he emphasized the point by taking a bite out of a brownie and glaring at Dri, who instantly knew what was being talked about and grinned manically.

The pair looked between each other and then shrugged, unsure if they wanted to know. Samuels asked Terry the same question he'd asked Harry.

"I follow football more than Quiditch," Terry shyly admitted. Harry had figured that Terry would prefer football, having seen the surprising proficiency Terry had handled the ball with at the Burrow, Harry remembered, taking a drink from the bottle of coke he'd acquired.

{Bet you'd like him to handle yours proficiently}

Harry promptly sprayed that coke all over the unfortunate Jason Samuels sitting opposite.

"Er...sorry," Harry tried feeble only to receive a foreboding "Well, the good news is I just found a new target for bludger practice" in return.

Trying to forestall the murder of the new seeker via spoon; that Samuels was indeed twirling between his fingers simultaneously to wiping his face and glaring at his friend/enemy {frienemy?}; Stretton directed his speech at Terry and asked "What team?"

{Shut up, you got me into this mess in the first place. The hell with that comment anyway, man? Terry's like 12. He's far too young for stuff like that and...}

{and you'll murder anyone who hurts him with a spoon, we've heard the speech before. Weren't you only 8 when you charmed yourself to look like my vessel and started picking up chicks}

{I had a bad role model}

Zoning back in, Harry realized that he'd missed the answer to Stretton's question, and Chambers was now engaged in a fierce no holds barred debate against Terry, likely because the muggleborn witch supported a rival or something. Harry wasn't really into sports (unless Trickstering counted as one?) but watching Terry go straight for the metaphorical jugular was very entertaining.

All too soon it was time for the amazing feast of sugary goodness to come to an end. Hayden and his friends hadn't returned from the Deathday party, but Harry just shrugged and muttered 'their loss' under his breath. He rose along with the rest of his house, and with the team began to make his way back to Ravenclaw tower. However there was a commotion that stopped the many students in their tracks. The first thing Harry noticed was the water on the floor, which undoubtedly meant that Moaning Myrtle had flooded the nearby girls bathroom. Squeezing towards the front of the murmuring crowd, Harry saw the red writing on the wall.

The Chamber of Secrets has been opened

Enemies of the Heir, Beware

{Okay hang about. Why have we only faced moronic villains since we got here? I mean, if you are going to start a reign of terror you don't blood WARN the people you are going to terrorize!}

{Yeah the entire gloating set up of this whole thing reeks of Voldemort to me. I mean, I'm sure it would if I only had a nose...}

{If you start singing I will hit you}

{Why? I have a wonderful voice}

{No...just...just no. Don't talk to me}

"Harry?" Terry said, getting his attention and, when he saw he had it, pointed to the four people standing between two large groups of students putting them right in front of the ominous warning and...oh no. Mrs Norris. Filch would be out for blood and the first people the short sighted man would blame would be the guilty, rabbit-caught-in-the-headlights looking, Gryffindor second years. Neither Hayden nor his friends had it in them to do this, morally or magically, and Harry would defend them despite their differences but for God's sake couldn't they just not be standing at the scene of the crime like morons!

"'Enemies of the Heir, beware'?" Malfoy read aloud, unnecessarily. Harry could imagine that the blonde prat was about to go on, but while everyone SAW the blonde running his mouth, they heard nothing. Harry noticed Theo discreetly pocket his wand. The Malfoy heir was flushed with rage and Harry didn't even need to know lip reading to figure out what he was saying. {'Potter! I'll get you for this, Potter! Just wait until my father here's of this! Blah blah blah beeelaaah!'}

{Just keep going ferret. In a silencing charm, no one can you squeak}

{Kinda dark, dude}

~WHAT! THAT'S DARK TO YOU! BUT MURDER ISN'T!? Wha...I don't I can't...just, what?~

{Hey, you're the one that's looking like a cat murderer right now. Who does that make dark?}

~What? No...I didn't, I mean I wouldn't do this! Harry please, you've got to help me~

{Well, look how the tables have turned. If only I'd had a beloved twin brother who would have come to MY defense, well I might have been inclined to help them out, here}

{What, seriously}

Careful to hide what he said from Hayden, Harry replied {No, but he doesn't need to know that yet}

"What's going on here? What's going on?" Attracted no doubt by Malfoy's shout, 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 Harry almost felt bad for the man as he grieved for his only friend and companion {and more disturbingly, possible lover, but then who am I to judge?}. Almost. His constant tormenting of the children and lamenting about the lack of 'old punishments' kind of stopped dead any sympathy he may have had for the caretaker.

In the next second, he was incoherently yelling and sending spit flying in Hayden's direction. As it happened, Filch himself was also approaching Hayden, his hands slowly beginning to raise. Well; not happening, Filch. Harry wouldn't allow some avaricious old skeleton to harm his twin, no matter the debatably cruel prank he'd just started. He made to step in front of his brother.

"Argus!"

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

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

Lockhart stepped forward eagerly.

"My office is nearest, Headmaster - just upstairs - please feel free -"

"Thank you, Gilderoy," said Dumbledore.

The silent crowd parted to let them pass. Lockhart, looking excited and important, hurried after Dumbledore; so did Professors McGonagall, Crowley Potter and Snape.

Unwilling to go without answers, Harry grabbed Dri and Terry with a simple instruction of "Come on you two," willing the three of them invisible and just managing to slip inside the crowded office. Once in side, Dri started acting a little off...he shifted uncomfortably and was breathing heavier. The dark haired boy was trembling. Whispering despite knowing that the teachers and other students couldn't hear them if he didn't want them to. He was sure he saw Crowley look their way and wink, but the demon was a different story.

Dri checked that they had been unheard before he spoke "Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

Looking at his friend oddly, Harry quickly said "No reason," before facing the scene playing out in front of them again.

The tip of Dumbledore's long, crooked nose was barely an inch from Mrs. Norris's fur. He was looking at her closely through his half-moon spectacles, his long fingers gently prodding and poking. Professor McGonagall was bent almost as close, her eyes narrowed. Snape loomed behind them, half in shadow, wearing a most peculiar expression: It was as though he was trying hard not to smile. Crowley was in the back corner of the room sipping what was probably a very strong drink. Lily was standing by her son, a supportive hand on his shoulder as he sank further and further into his chair, Ron on his left with Hermione and Neville to the right. Lockhart was hovering around all of them, making suggestions.

"It was definitely a curse that killed her - probably the Transmogrifian Torture - I've seen it used many times, so unlucky I wasn't there, I know the very countercurse that would have saved her..."

Lockhart's comments were punctuated by Filch's dry, racking sobs. He was slumped in a chair by the desk, unable to look at Mrs. Norris, his face in his hands. Much as he detested Filch, Hayden, for his part couldn't help feeling a bit sorry for him, though not nearly as sorry as he felt for himself. If Dumbledore believed Filch, he would be expelled for sure.

Dumbledore was now muttering strange words under his breath and tapping Mrs. Norris with his wand but nothing happened: She continued to look as though she had been recently stuffed.

". . . I remember something very similar happening in Ouagadougou," said Lockhart, "a series of attacks, the full story's in my autobiography, I was able to provide the townsfolk with various amulets, which cleared the matter up at once ...

The photographs of Lockhart on the walls were all nodding in agreement as he talked. One of them had forgotten to remove his hair net.

At last Dumbledore straightened up.

"She's not dead, Argus," he said softly.

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 tear-stained face to Hayden.

"No second year could have done this," said Dumbledore firmly. "it would take Dark Magic of the most advanced -"

"He did it, he did it!" Filch spat, his pouchy face purpling. "You saw what he wrote on the wall! He found - in my office - he knows I'm a - I'm a -" Filch's face worked horribly. "He knows I'm a Squib!" he finished.

"I never touched Mrs. Norris!" Hayden said loudly, uncomfortably aware of everyone looking at him, including all the Lockharts on the walls. "I have nothing against squib's. I thought my brother was one for a few years when we were kids and I loved him anyway!" Lily was nodding to confirm that all of this was true.

"Rubbish!" snarled Filch. "He saw my Kwikspell letter!"

"Control yourself, Argus!" Lily snapped, her famous redhead temper showing itself in the face of accusations being directed at her son "I can assure that Hayden has neither the brains nor capability to petrify a living being so perfectly."

"An unusually fair assessment of your son's capabilities. Do you, perhaps, think that he is not the next coming of Merlin?" Crowley snarkily asked from his corner seat.

"My son is powerful for his age and not unintelligent, but not at that level. However," here she hesitated "I would disagree with your statement, headmaster, that no second year is capable of this magic,"

Dumbledore's eyes widened "You don't think..." he trailed off.

"No I don't. I know Harry was in the Great Hall all through dinner, as I'm sure the Ravenclaw Quiditch team can confirm. However, if we are correct in our assessments that Harry could have done this had he so wished, then might we agree that he may be able to undo it?"

It got everyone's mind spinning, before the headmaster turned to his defense teacher "Gilderoy, could I trouble you to bring Harry Potter down here please?"

"No need, Dumberdoor," Harry said, allowing the invisibility to slip off him while ensuring that the other two stayed hidden "I'm already here. And my name is Gabriel, please do try and keep that one piece of information straight, despite your ever increasing senility,"

"Feathers! Eloquent and insulting as always," Crowley greeted

"Fergus, still a douche, as always," Harry shot back

"20 points from Ravenclaw," the demon smirked

Harry gave a shark grin back "Bite me, you son of a nun,"

Crowley smiled creepily "Only you love,"

Harry scrunched up his face in disgust {Okay fair enough, point 37 to Crowley. What does that put us on, now}

The pair of them had a brief verbal spar everytime they came into contact with each other. Whoever got the last word earned them a point. The staff and student of Hogwarts had yet to figure out what the tally chart scratched onto the entrance hall wall under the names Growley and Angel. Actually, scratch that the Muggleborns and some half bloods figured out that Growley was their new religion teacher. Nobody said wizard raised people were smart.

{39 to 37 but out 27th is still being debated on it's should-it-be-countedness}

{27 was totally fair. No one said we couldn't use it. Also, countedness is isn't a word}

{I just used it so that makes it a word}

~What's 27?~

{You don't want to know}

Harry stepped forward to examine the cat; he gave it a once over and then made a show of doing some examining with his wand while he was really just playing naughts and crosses in his head with Gabe. When the match finished, he put his wand away and whistled.

"Whoever did this I'd like to meet them. Guy; or gal; must have be a genius. A dick to animals but a genius,"

"You found something?" McGonagall asked

"No. Nada. Nothing. That's the genius part. There is not a single magical trace on this cat,"

"So?" Filch sobbed.

"'So' that should be impossible. You can't cast a spell on something or someone without leaving magical traces behind, that can be used to identify who cast it. You can cast the only spell that doesn't leave trace itself to remove previous trace, but there will always be something left over that someone suitably powerful; like me; can find. In this case though, there's nothing. I can even find the spell. An effect like this the magical energy should be shrouding her but I don't see anything," he blew out a breath and stepped back from the table, a frown marring his handsome features. {definitely not cute, in any sense of the word regardless of what Ced, Dri, Hayden, Sirius and Remus say. And Anna. And Marlene}

"Can you reverse the spell?" Lily asked, though from the bleak look Harry held and his defeated and disappointed posture she was pretty sure she knew the answer

"No, not without being able to find and identify it first. If I tried, it could, hypothetically work," he sighed running his hand over his face "but if I tried it now, the odds of her surviving the process is extremely low,"

"No matter," Dumbledore declared "Professor Sprout recently managed to procure some Mandrakes. As soon as they have reached their full size, I will have a potion made that will revive Mrs. Norris."

"I'll make it," Lockhart butted in. "I must have done it a hundred times. I could whip up a Mandrake Restorative Draught in my sleep -"

"Excuse me," said Snape icily. "But I believe I am the Potions master at this school. Headmaster if I may; we seem to be in agreement that Mr Gabriel is not responsible due to his alibi, and that Mr Potter did not have the ability. However, I must ask, I noticed Potter to be conspicuously absent during the feast?"

Instantly the four teenagers broke out in excuses about the deathday party ""...there were hundreds of ghosts, they'll tell you we were there -"

Snape looked to Dumbledore "Headmaster, while such an alibi is undeniable we have no way of proving it at the current time. After all, the hundreds of ghosts will now have departed leaving only those who belong to Hogwarts. Even then it will take time to investigate. I propose a revocation of certain privileges until this story is proven beyond all doubt, which may take a few weeks. I personally feel Potter should be taken off the Quiditch team on a temporary basis,"

"Nonsense. Mrs Norris wasn't attacked by a broom. Besides, don't think we didn't notice that a 'few weeks investigation' conveniently causes Mr Potter to miss the match against Slytherin,"

"Innocent until proven guilty, Severus," Lily relaxed and sent a withering glare at Snape.

"My cat has been Petrified!" he shrieked, his eyes popping. "I want to see some punishment!"

"We will be able to cure her, Argus," Dumbledore sighed, "Considering the circumstances, I don't suppose you would consider an alliance with Hogwarts would you, Mr Gabriel," The aged headmaster didn't have much hope that such an offer would be accepted. After all, the boy bore him a lot of ill will and he was barely able to hold a conversation with the boy, let alone a civil one. But Harry Gabriel might just be the only person in the castle who could hope to match Albus himself, and such power would be needed to be directed against the current threat against Hogwarts, especially if it was as powerful as the second born Potter believed.

"Actually, I think I will," Harry answered, still frowning only know there was a genuine fear in his eyes; and that concerned Hayden, Dri and Terry. They believed their friend was fearless. Seeing him scared was a massive morale dropper "Whoever this guy is, he's powerful enough to be able to completely wipe his magical trace from Mrs Norris and hide his magical signature from me. Someone that powerful is someone powerful enough to take me down. I'm not comfortable with that and I think I'll probably need the power and resources you can offer me. So I think you've got yourself a deal,"

Crowley grinned sharkishly at the phrase.

Hmm, not sure about some parts of this chapter but I'm happy enough for now.

Some of you are probably wondering why Dumbledore asks for an alliance given that he was plotting to open the chamber a few chapters back: well, go read the paragraph that he offers the alliance in and pay very close attention to how he phrases his thought process.

So last chapter I got some reviews about how Jesse shouldn't be pissed off at Harry because he knows about Harry's home life and I expect to get the same about Hayden and the Twins in this one. Let me clear that up: Only the Potters, Black's, Dumbledore, McGonagall and Snape know, and even then none of them know the extent.

Jesse doesn't know at all, and his problem is allowing Crowley free reign more than anything else anyway.

The Twins don't know either and were raised in a very close knit family unit. They simply can't understand wanting to seriously hurt a family member.

Hayden knows about Harry's treatment, but not how bad it was. Even then he admits that Vernon deserved it but he's been raised to think of that sort of action as wrong and can't doesn't think it is morally acceptable to kill someone in cold blood. You have to remember: they're kids. Hayden is 12, the Twins are 14 and Jesse is 11. Harry is mentally older by millennia.

Moving on, many thanks to everyone who liked, favourited and reviewed. If you've been reading this from the start then I am immensely grateful you're still reading.

I think that's all for now. Cya next time! Yozza Out!