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There he was, standing in the locker rooms. Harry had been practicing endlessly, pushed to the brink by Roger so that he'd prevent the other seeker from getting it and, if the Slytherins proved to have a better team, catch as quickly as possible. He had no doubt that while the snitch wouldn't have been hard to spot in normal daylight, Roger was banking more on luck in the incredible downpour.

The impervious charm was easily learned wandlessley in two days, as it was one of the first they ever learned, but it had also taken two days from Transfiguration practice. He groaned as he could hear Ravenclaw's cheers as the others stepped out, and he took one last glance at the room, considering his chances. After all, he was last, so perhaps he could still run away? Cho wasn't bad, far from it, but her tactics did rely more on distraction and Draconus hadn't seemed to awaken to girls yet.

The entire area was the mahogany wood the entire school seemed to favour, with metal cabinets for clothing and hangars at each side of the walls. To the far end was the bathroom, and the girls had a seperate area connected by a doorway that lead into the main hanger, as apparently in Hogwarts girls were turstworthy and boys were stupid perverts. The Slytherins had a locker room right next to them, the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor being at the opposite sides. The benches were polished quite well, considering the shabby look to the rest of it, and he supposed some player had once decided splinters were very unpleasant in the arse.

His own uniform had a large, silver, number seven on the back, with a smaller one on the front. It was primarily blue with bronze chippings. The black linings were misleading, as each one held small warming charms the other teams hadn't seemed to figure out yet. He decided not to practice that particular spell, or any other unless strictly necessary, wandlessley until he finished basic transfiguration. After all, it'd be dead useful as a surprise in a duel.

Eventually, a whistle was blown and he heard cheers as the Slytherins began stepping out, making him feel a bit queasy. Would they cheer like that for him, or would it be dead silence? Realising his thoughts were bringing him nowhere pleasant, he focused on the badge pinned to his uniform. Each player had one, unless they either had no house or were unaware of it, or just didn't care. Personally, he had wanted to demonstrate his loyalty, so he pinned it on.

Unique to him, it was the Ravenclaw eagle with a Raven above it, a Griffin below and two wands, one black, one stark white, on either side. It represented his two main houses, Potter and Black. Hopefully, he could eventually add Hogwarts, if he ever got down to the Chamber. He resolved to do so once the match was over, and while everyone was asleep. He and Tom already agreed it would probably be best if he claimed it, so he could simply add Hogwrats rather than some three names he'd have to sign on every letter.

Eventually, the whistle blew one last time and with no other options, he sprinted out, jumped on his trusty Nimbus Two Thousand he'd bought as soon as he'd gotten the chance last year. With so much money, why leave it wasting away? It was still being invested, which left him a fair fifty-thousand for personal use a year. As it was one of the first things he'd gotten that he knew would always be prevalent in his life, it was on par with several other possessions dear to his heart. Only the Marauders Map, made by his Father and his friends, The Invisibility Cloak that had belonged to his family for generations, theoretically also a Hallow, the album of photos of his parents personally weaved by Hagrid, and his wand were on par or above, though he did look at the album every night.

Carefully flying up and weaving around the goal posts, he landed with the rest of his team in the center, who flipped a galleon for their side. His won and got the one with slightly smaller posts, and flew into position. He chose the Crow's nest at the top, observing the was an excellent keeper, and did wonderfully under pressure, but against the Slytherin, all was fair in war. He'd been hit a dozen times by bludgers, and the boy had lost a tooth. Thankfully, Pomfrey had been able to grow it back. Unfortunately, it caused the boy to lose some nerve.

But Harry was ready, kicking away a ball that was heading for the posts which Roger, who hesitated one in every ten shots because he thought he saw one of the metal balls coming, had missed. The Slytherins booed, but He just bathed in the cheers that were much more prevalent in the other three houses. While his typical style wasn't so aggressive, the Slytherin dirty style called for it, and he wanted his team to get more points before he caught the Snitch.

Kicking away the Quaffle from Marcus Flint, he noticed the score: 140-60 in favour of Ravenclaw. Roger had wanted them one hundred points ahead before the golden ball was caught, so he taunted Draconus a bit, trying to buy time. Of course, they failed and he just sighed, swooping down and making different shapes. The heavy downpour was a nuisance, but he'd practiced hard in it, so the extra weight didn't bother him. Thus he could do loop-de-loops mid-air, jump down and grab his broom with one hand to stop a quaffle pass, and dive down hard.

He wasn't a professional seeker by any means, but simple tricks were in his range. Victor Krum was well down for his incredible dives, and while his were certainly quite dramatic, only a few of his opponents ever bought their validity. Cedric Diggory hadn't fallen for one, the older boy proving to be his only real competition. But his muscles were finally growing fatigued, when he noticed they were in the lead by over a hundred points.

Quickly flying to the top, his enhanced vision looked around, tapping a rune he'd carved on his glasses to allow him better vision at night, which simply stacked on his hawk's sight, thus allowing him to see near-perfectly. Time was a pressing issue, as the longer he spent the higher the chance Slytherin had of catching up once more, so he flipped around for a better vantage. He spun around and around his broom, trying to see even the faintest glint of gold.

That's when he spotted it. While under his broomstick, making another round he looked up and saw the snitch! Quickly flying upward, Draconus spotting him and attempting to follow, he was nearly there, when he heard screams. Whipping his head around, he saw no one nearby, until he realised they were inside his head. Also, his vision was blurry, ice forming alone his arm as he just touched the small ball. This was wrong, his vision hadn't failed him in ages!

Just when he snagged it, a lightning strike came down, and over a hundred Dementors were illuminated, to the faint calls of the crowd while he began to pass out. Draconus attempted to catch him, but when one of the creatures hovered too close to the other boy, he too fainted out of fear, a small yellow stream behind him. His vision growing smaller and smaller, he held his hand in front of him, looking at his reward, and smiled. He'd won. Then, he passed out.

When he awoke in the Hospital wing, he groaned. Every year, somehow, someway, he landed here. Beside him were his friends all sleeping Erebus at his feet, Nyx curled up by his side as HEdwig sat on the headboard, trilling softly as she rested. Even Twig, as he'd chosen to name his bowtruckle, was splayed in his breast pocket, and he could detect the faintest sound of snoring from the small creature. He smirked slightly, and sighed. He'd been stripped of his main robes, lying in dry trousers and his undershirt under a warm blanket. In his hand, still lay the cold metal of the Snitch, and he sighed as he realised he really had won.

Eventually, he heard voices coming toward him as all his friends moaned slowly awakening. His smirk grew and the voices eventually reached the door, pulling it open as he saw Dumbledre, Flitwick, and the rest of his team come inside. That was when Hermione noticed he was awake.

'Harry, oh Harry, I'm so sorry! I'm ever so glad you're alright, everyone was so worried when you fell! Dumbledore saved you. But he was so angry at the Dementors!' She hugged him tightly, burying her head in his shoulder.

'It's alright, Hermione, I'm fine. Now, look at me.' She pulled back, and he brushed away her fringe as he looked her dead in the eyes. 'Did Ravenclaw win?' She blushed, as she didn't nod her head.

'Neither one won, and nobody could find the snitch afterwards, so the game en-' She was cut off as Daphne leaned in to hug him, but he stiffened and she looked away, Harry missing her disappointed face near tears. That was when everybody else came by, and he raised the snitch in hand.

'Well, looks like we won after all. Well done Harry, though perhaps next time don't try killing yourself in the process.' Roger said, grinning. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with a proud gleam as he inspected it, and gave it to Hooch who was standing nearby, announcing Ravenclaw had officially won, cancelling the rematch.

He listened as everybody congratulated him, focusing instead on the pile of sweets nearby, giving some to a hungry looking Ronald who devoured them eagerly. His dislike of Bertie Bott's extended far, and it was significantly easier just to give the bottomless pit them, seeing as how he never chewed them long enough to tell what flavour it was. He preferred his Chocolate frogs, as warmth seeped through him and he read the card, Agrippa. Deciding Ronald had earned a gift from eating his least favourite sweets and apparently missing breakfast, the boy thanked him profusely as Harry waved it off.

Everybody but Daphne seemed in high spirits, though she dodged his questions on why as she sat there, seemingly sulking. When Hermione had offered to talk, she went bright red, and ignored the girl, sinking even deeper as the girl went back to spend time with Harry. The Matron wanted him a bit longer for observation, and Dumbledore informed him that after the entire public yelling at Cornelius and his secretary, Umbirdge, for this incident, the amount of Dementors had been severely decreased, with roughly one hundred or so, as before there had been maybe three. It had increased to two after there had been an incident in Gryffindor Tower, and Dolores Umbridge, the apparent speaker for the Minister, just informed everyone it was necessary. Erebus whimpered at these comments.

As he thought back, he had noticed something odd. Rather than try and suck out his soul, as would be expected, the Dementors had seemingly bowed, his passing out a mere accident due to their auras. But he waved it off as a trick of the lightning, and just continued to entertain his guests. Of course, they were all kicked out when Pomfrey arrived at six, telling them he needed his rest. As he laid his head back, he focused on the little Bowtruckle attempting to catch a fly. Amused, he carefully guided the bug to his companion, who reached out, snagged it, and tore into the head, much to Harry's displeasure.

After that gruesome sight he desperately wished for sleep, which soon arrived. It had been a pleasant afternoon.

When he was released, the first thing he did was head to breakfast, where he filled his plate. Daphne seemed somewhat distant, but he paid it no mind. These events didn't last long, and he knew far too little about girls to be able to help. All he could do, and did, was ask Hermione to question the girl, but got no answer to his response when he brought it up later, leading him to believe it was something especially private, so he instead put his attention to Professor Vector in their Arithmancy class.

Arithmancy was a fascinating subject, essentially the equivalent of magical maths, though at first it simply taught that which was present in muggle primary. Now they had gone into the theory of creating their own spell, and would do so the next year, but were encouraged to begin experimenting now, with either a professor or student chaperone. All sorts of things could go wrong, which was why the theory was taught before anyone ever tried. A few unfortunate incidents happened before, but typically most listened.

He was creating the arithmantic formula for a teeth-cleaning one, eliminating the need for brushing, which he'd been surprised to learn didn't already exist as most relied on potions to keep nice teeth, when Vector came over. The professor was kind, and her heart-shaped face had crinkled lines, which were the sole demonstrator of her age. Her robes always seemed perfectly pressed, and without a speck of dirt. Her black hair reached her shoulders, along her forearm was a long scar she refused to speak of. Many students had speculated.

As he tried his best to work the formula, occasionally asking Hermione or Vector for advice. He turned to Daphne, who was trying to finish her own, and questioned why she was acting rather icily today. His only response was a curt 'None of your Business' and going back to it, leaving him dejected as his focus deteriorated. Eventually, Hermione noticed, told him to cheer up, and that Daphne would calm down eventually.

He desperately wanted to believe her, but it continued for the next week, his every attempt for an answer rebuffed. Eventually, as he was far too busy and unable to meet with her, began ignoring her too, as payback. If she wanted to try the silent treatment, he'd give it right back. So that was the entirety of the week, until he got a chance to visit the chamber.

Flitwick had cancelled his lesson, feeling ill, so Harry seized the opportunity immediately, heading to the girls bathroom, which drove thoughts of Daphne out of his mind. Sliding down, he reached the snake doorway, commanded it open and stepped into the dank chamber. While nothing had changed, even the Basilisk had yet to even begin decomposing, he could sense a different air around him. As if something had shifted.

Moving towards the snake carving he'd noticed before, he hissed open, and the bricks moved back, revealing a study. The inside was simple, with dark bricks, green velvet lining the bookshelves filled with rows upon rows of books, a chair seated at the desk. And in the center, was a pedestal, where lay a ring on a soft, green and silver velvet pillow. The pedestal itself was a white marble, and he eagerly moved forward, picking up the ring and looking it over.

It's emerald green gem was simple, with a black snake carved into it, radiating power. The band was silver, with small carvings of different initials, SS, RR, GG, and HH, the founders. It brought a chuckle as he realised how stupidly coincidental that was. Hesitating, he pulled it on and felt power flow through him, as the entire object shifted.

In its place was the exact same band, but four tiny gems that each had the appropriate animals of a lion, eagle, badger, and snake. All were carved wonderfully into a. H, with the legs and tail all hooked together. A ruby, sapphire, emerald, and citrine, with the animals carved in black. At the top, carefully inlaid, was Hogwarts, and lying at the bottom was Semper Unitum, and he smiled. The Hogwarts ring, United Forever.

He looked up, as his right hand was decorated with four rings, Poterimus on his middle, Black on his ring, Palpatine on his little, and Hogwarts on his index. The Pedestal has also changed, with a paper laid upon it in place of the pillow, and picked it up. The parchment was rough and yellow, ink faded but still visible. Carefully sitting at the chair by the desk, he read it thoroughly.

Dear Descendant,

Our times are coming to a close, and we wish to leave you this message, in case History has made a terrible mistake. Our lives have been fraught with peril, but through it all we've stayed true, holding onto our goals and each other. Mucb to the point our children have grown just as close. But Salazar was a fool, for once in his life, embracing the traits that made I great but not him. Rowena has fallen from heartache, and oh the irony that our most logical witch should die such a sad death. I am on my deathbed, with Helena defending our most precious creation, second only to our children-Hogwarts.

If you've received this, it means that the Castle stands and we were successful, but in her haste she fell too, thus unable to free the ring from it's confines in Salazar's chamber, locked though it is with Parseltongue., she retains a recording to be destroyed upon her death. I have left this here, to be received after the ring, to tell you the honest truth- Unity is true. It is happiness, it is incredulity, and it is laughter. But, it is also death, sadness, and loss. I was given the choice, and I chose Unity. But what did it cost me? A Brother, and Sisters. My Wife, even. In my drunken rage I thought I could bring her back, scoured the Earth for a relic thought legend. Oh look at me, I'm rambling.

I am told I must teach you of the consequences of actions, to show you everything that could happen if you decide one path. For Darkness is in your future, young Heir, Rowena foresaw it, but we do not wish to see you die. Even in the terrible future that may come if you live, we cannot see the last of our true Blood die. So We have given you this library, filled with ancient texts, and our memoirs. It is with these you decide the truth. Your truth. My mind is failing me now and I will say this:

Unity is sad, yet it is Glorious. Companionlessnes is Grey, yet it is Peaceful. But you must not seek friends freely, to do so you must find those who are of true loyalty, and allow them to join you. Because Betrayal is the worst kind of pain, far more than loss or grief, at least in those rare occurrences you know they were by your side as long as they could. But Betrayal means they have been going against you since the beginning, even if they did not know it. In times of chaos you shall see your real friends, and you must pull them tight. Keep them close, and say, that they will not have to feel this pain. Not on my watch. I did it for as long as I could.

I wish you will see the foolishness in forgiveness, for all it does is allow them to betray you again.

Godric Gryffindor

As Harry sat there, stewing over the note, he analyzed it in his mind. Clearly Godric's mind had been failing, as much of the note was nonsense he spewed as death was coming down, but the last line was real. He had to decide who was a true friend, and the best way was through real hardship. Last year gave him a taste, but it was far from genuinely difficult, because his friends didn't get quite as much grief he did. Draconus and Luna pissed people off so much they didn't need a real push, but even after being injured they stayed with him.

He didn't know about Daphne anymore; He was once sure of her loyalty, but ever since last year she had been distant, which did not seem like true friendship to him. Hermione was incredibly loyal, but her blind acceptance of authority figures might get him killed one day. Trip was alright, but he suspected if the boy saw even a sprinkle of what he suspected was evil, he'd turn on him in a heartbeat.

Tom seemed alright, but he really had no events to say whether he was really loyal. As for Ronald… the boy was a wild card. Despite jealousy and an inferiority complex, the boy was loyal. But he also gave into social pressure. He'd try to maintain some connection, but in the end would go with the flow. Neville had the same application for a while, but now, with more self-confidence Harry was certain that if faced with a tough situation in staying or abandoning him in some form of crisis that might get him killed if he stayed, the boy would stick by his side. Now, he just needed an event that would test that.

For the moment, he'd simply focus on reading these books and learning as much as he could. Picking off a nameless book, he opened it, reading off 'Bravery and Courage- Godric Gryffindor.' Placing it back, he searched for one that would give the true answer to what happened at the end of their lives, whether it was the Goblins, Wizards, or something else. When he found it, after placing it in his bag and choosing the series that was their entire set of memoirs, he closed it back up and headed out, calling for Hedwig.

Right now, he needed to clear his head, and had no idea what to do. Everything seemed so confusing, and now he was questioning his future, and the loyalties of his friends. What could he do, to prove that they'd stay by his side? His detection charms only gave immediate threats, not those of the future. Gaaa, Why couldn't Gryffindor be straight with his answers!? Eventually, frustrated with everything, he flicked out his wand.

Walking over to a nearby boulder, he began casting the exploding curse. He channeled his rage and pushed himself. Daphne. Gryffindor. Slytherin. Hogwarts. Dumbledore. His projects. Time. The contract. Fickle People. The future. Darkness. Hsi friends. Every single thing that frustrated him, pushed him forward as he threw them over and over relentlessly.

'Bombarda!' Over and over until it was rubble, and he finished. Panting and looking over his shoulder, he spotted Erebus, looking up and whining. With a sigh, he walked over and patted his head, sitting down and breathing. Falling deep into his meditation, he decided to get in some wandless magic.

Now that his anger was nearly dissipated, he looked over the events of the day with a fresh perspective. Godric was not at fault, the man had been dying, but he still had no idea what to do about Daphne. As for his future… that was something he could do nothing about. He'd turn evil, or he would not. All he could do was fight, and try not to fall himself.

Sitting with Erebus was a wonderful experience, even with the terrible aura the Dementors gave off. He needed to feel peace, and the only way he'd get that was through acceptance. So, looking over the past events, acknowledging them, then deciding to move on rather than try and get justice or revenge, he breathed deeply.

Now relaxed, he got up and moved to the Great Hall for lunch. Kidney pie sounded really good right now, and with Erebus whining for food he knew he'd be unable to resist his puppy eyes. Smiling happily, he missed the repaired boulder, and Dumbledore looked upon him in sadness, and worry.

The future seemed far too ambiguous.

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