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Chapter 26

There was a strange crawling sensation all over my skin and my eyes felt like they were bubbling as I suddenly regained consciousness. I groaned as the memory of yellow eyes resurfaced in my mind and I recalled that I had been petrified. If I had been restored, than that meant the year was over. I just hoped that no one had died, the horcrux had been destroyed, the blade impregnated with basilisk venom, and the storyline intact.

I sat up, expecting to feel rather groggy, but I actually felt rather wide awake, just as I did before Riddle and Ginny set the basilisk on me. I supposed if my body had been preserved as stone for almost six months, I would be restored to how I was beforehand.

The medical wing was rather crowded. It appeared that everyone had just been woken up with the restorative draught, so everyone's families (except my non-existent one) were there to welcome them back to the land of the conscious.

Hermione's parents were talking to her where she was sitting up (I noticed with much smaller teeth than she had started with). Wendell and Monica Granger kept glancing anxiously around the room. A man by Michael's bed – who I assumed to be his father – had his wand out and pointing at his son while he performed his own diagnostic charms to double-check that everything was in order, Michael seemed mildly irritated even though he was going along with it. The muggles looked rather uneasy with the magic, and Sir Nicholas's ghost that was flying around did nothing to ease them. He seemed to think it was his duty to make sure that everyone in the wing was alright and kept on telling the parents that they were going to be okay.

I did a quick head count of everyone who had been petrified: Me, Hermione, Michael, Justin, Nick, Colin and Penelope Clearwater. Even Mrs Norris was there with Filch gently caressing her fur. All of their families were there, and I supposed I looked rather lonely all by myself.

Madam Pomfrey was standing in the centre of the room, talking to Professor Dumbledore. I jolted up. "Professor Dumbledore? Padfoot?"

"Calm down, Izzy. Padfoot is recovering in St Mungo's-"

I whooped loudly. "Take that J.K. Rowling! I'm the boss now!"

The hall fell silent and across the room, Hermione tentatively asked, "Who's J.K. Rowling?"

I shaped a sphere with my hands, "The creator of the world"

"So…she's God?"

"I wouldn't go that far" I shrugged. I had finally done something meaningful, and was one step closer to saving Sirius's life, and the plot of the third book wasn't going to happen!

Dumbledore took a step towards me, "Before you start celebrating" He cautioned, "You should know that Pettigrew escaped"

I blinked, "How?"

"I don't know" The headmaster admitted, "He somehow smashed through his cage in my office. Luckily, he wasn't needed in the trial and Black's account under Veritaserum was enough to free him"

"That's good" I said, both that Sirius was free and that Pettigrew was out. He could still get a body for Voldemort so that Harry could defeat him again.

"Anyway, I had best be getting to the Great Hall, dinner is about to commence"

He strolled abruptly off and I turned to the items on my bedside table. I had several boxes of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, accompanied with get-well-cards. Amid the other collection of chocolates and sweets, someone had placed my flitterbloom plant, which was doing exceedingly well, it was an emerald green and the tentacles were waving about energetically.

More importantly, on a blank space on the nightstand (where the sweets had been pushed to the side), there were two feathers. One was a dove-grey in colour, and the other was black with a dash of white, and when the sun slanted through the blinds across the window, a hazy green-blue-purple tint could be made out. It didn't take me more than five seconds to recognise they belonged to an owl and a magpie. And it took me a couple more moments of contemplation for whether it was a prank the twins were playing or not. I came to the thrilling conclusion that it was not a prank. Fred and George had completed the transformation, and in all fairness, they would have had six more months than me to do it.

Only a half hour later, Madam Pomfrey had declared us all healthy and allowed us to head down to the Great Hall. I walked next to Hermione who was unusually silent, yet I didn't make any moves to start a conversation, just let her think contemplatively. No doubt, she was wondering just exactly what had happened with the boys, seeing as the last thing she did was work out that there was a basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets and was petrified while attempting to warn someone what was happening with Clearwater.

At the doors to the Great Hall, Hermione broke off at a run as soon as Ron and Harry spotted her. She flung herself into a hug with Harry first and I watched in amusement as she offered Ron an awkward handshake. All three of them turned to look at me, still hanging back by the door, and my eyes flicked over to Fred and George who had noticed me but were still sitting down at the table. I raised a finger at them, signalling I would be over in a minute, but first I headed determinedly to the Slytherin table.

"Izzy!" said Nott excitedly, and I remembered I was supposed to be on a first name basis with him and Zabini since they had sent me a Christmas gift. Actually, they had inferred that I could use their first name, but I had never even suggested to them that they call me by my given name.

I nodded at my yearmates before leaning towards Malfoy, "Draco, can I have a word with you?" I asked, politely, smiling down at him. He frowned at me for a moment before nodding and getting up rather awkwardly. I led him just out of the hall. With everyone inside getting ready to eat dinner, there was no one out here to eavesdrop on our conversation.

"What do you want, Deverill?" Draco sneered, narrowing his eyes, though I could tell he was mildly curious beneath the façade.

It was time to test the fan theory.

"I wanted to apologise" I began, fighting down the smirk that threatening to appear on my lips.

"For what?" He growled, folding his arms neatly, if a little aggressively in front of him.

"For saying you're a spectator" I said, he frowned even deeper, confused at why I would apologise, and for why I had decided he wasn't one. "I've decided you're actually rather hoop-shaped"

Draco scowled at me. "What?" He snapped, hating that I thought he was helpful in any way.

"Let me tell you what I think happened" I smiled sweetly, "In Flourish and Blotts over the summer, you tore a page out of a book. Hermione found a torn out page about basilisks in the Library – and she's not one to disrespect books in such a way. You took that page and planted it where Hermione would find it to help her figure out what the monster was, so that no one got hurt"

"No I didn't" he scoffed.

I raised my voice over him, "Dobby said that he had heard of Harry's greatness, and I highly doubt your father or mother gossips with their house elves about the boy-who-lived, therefore it must have been you. You're only putting on your hatred for Harry to live up to your parents' expectations of you. In conclusion, you're a hoop"

"I am not a hoop" he insisted, "I didn't tear out a page from any book. I didn't give Granger that book" I noted that he didn't call her mudblood this time. "I don't respect Potter or talk about his greatness, certainly not with house elf vermin"

I held up a hand to stop him from ranting any further, "I'm not trying to make you doubt you're a grade-A pureblooded twat. What I'm trying to say is that you're not a completely awful human being, and I think you have the potential to be a good person if you pave your own way and create your own image who society will see. At the moment, they just see you as the Malfoy scion and heir who will grow up to be exactly like your father. They're trying to compress you into their image, but you shouldn't let them" I finished, proud of my little speech, but also not wanting to give him a moment to send a defying comment back at me. I would let him stew for a while until he managed to catch me when I wasn't avoiding him.

With a quick spin, I strode back into the hall, heading over to Fred and George immediately. I pulled the feathers out of my pocket and slammed them down in the centre of the table, grinning at them when they looked up in surprise.

"You did it! Congratulations!" I squealed, wrapping an arm around George who was sitting next to me and squeezing him against my side. I high-fived Fred over the table. "How did you do it? You have to tutor me"

"We thought you would ask that" said George, pulling out a piece of parchment from his robes and handing it to me. I opened it curiously. "We put together an efficient schedule that should help you complete the transformation before the end of the summer so we can go to the Ministry and register together…" He broke off. Everyone around us on the Gryffindor table was looking behind me, so I turned around. There was no point, for as soon as I acknowledged him, Draco sat down next to me on the Gryffindor table.

I frowned at him peculiarly, but waited for him to speak. He took a moment for himself, while under the scrutiny of all the lions. At the end of the hall, the Slytherins were gaping at us and many of the teachers at the staff table looked ready to faint at the picture before them.

Draco leaned over to hiss in my ear, "You're wrong! That page I tore out from the bookshop wasn't anything to do with this, and it's really none of your business. I have no idea where the elf got the idea that Harry was 'Great', but he doesn't belong to my family anymore, so it's none of my business. And I'm not a hoop or a spectator. I am a player, and I'm going to prove it to you" He finished determinedly.

That plan had backfired in my face, and I wasn't going to let him slither away from this. As he stood up again, I grabbed hold of his arm and yanked him back down.

It was my turn to hiss in his ear, "If you want to prove to me you're a player how about you come up with your own views and opinions instead of copying whatever your father says. How about you get to know the people in the school; the muggleborns and the like. Perhaps you'll find out they're just as good as your pureblood chums" I let go of his arm but continued to mutter at him, "And I don't know why you're acting as if being a hoop is so bad. If your mother did a decent good at raising you, you'd know that it's great to be loyal and reliable" I turned away from him and he didn't waste any more time before stalking off back to the safer snake table. If he had remained any longer in lion territory he would probably have been torn to shreds.

Unfortunately as I turned around, it was clear the twins had overheard our conversaion.

"Eavesdropping?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

"Birds have good hearing" George shrugged unapologetically, and served some vegetables onto his plate.

"What was that about?" Fred queried, evidently more intrigued than his brother.

"I'm trying to teach him to be a good person"

The twins didn't seem convinced that is was possible for a Malfoy to become a good person as they fell silent soon after that, concentrating on eating their food before the Headmaster stood up give a speech.

"I am sure we are all grateful to have the petrified students back, especially now the problem has been solved. Firstly, I would like to give two hundred points to Harry Potter, and another two hundred points to Ronald Weasley for their part in defeating the Slytherin Heir" I rolled my eyes, but they had deserved it for defeating a basilisk, and a horcrux with Tom Riddle's teenage-self manipulating Ginny and getting people petrified. "Secondly, it is with great pleasure that I announce that end-of-year exams have been cancelled, except for OWL and NEWT exams which will commence at the beginning of next week. I hope these students will get the support they need in the next few weeks of stress" He beamed around at his subjects, "On another note, Professor Lockhart will not be returning to teach. He will spend the remainder of the year in St Mungo's trying to regain his memory after that unfortunate incident" Many students and staff cheered at that news.

Returning to the common room after that was quite dull and awkward. I stopped at the medical wing again to pick up my plant and gifts from the nightstand before retreating to the dungeons.

Flint approached me as I entered the common room through the wall-that-wasn't-a-wall. Apparently the Quidditch tournament had been cancelled just before the Gryffindor-Hufflepuff match, so he wasn't that annoyed that I had abandoned the team, though he strongly suggested that I practise my Quidditch over the summer to make up for missing the practises that had still continued despite the cancellation.

The next week found me hanging out in the Gryffindor common room, surrounded by panicked NEWT and OWL students attempting to cram in a little more revision before their Defence against the Dark Arts exam. One of the teachers had the bright idea of bulk ordering some better textbooks for the library which the students had pounced on at once – after having spent the year being taught by Lockhart – and therefore was in desperate need of resources to learn the facts that would come up on their exam – as it was highly doubtful that a question on Lockhart's favourite colour would make up the majority of their test.

Ginny was apologising for the third time for petrifying me, despite my insistence that it wasn't her fault, nor should she feel bad for lasting out against Riddle for most the year, despite him attempting to manipulate her into killing someone – for which she said was complete accident every time. She hadn't meant for there to be water on the floor, or a ghost in the way, or about four people checking themselves in mirrors and seeing the basilisk behind them.

Fred and George were trying to convince her as well that she should forget about the whole year and make a fresh start. They were also trying to convince me that the animagus transformation wasn't all that difficult, though they had mentioned that they had only managed to transform into their animals when they heard the news that their sister had been taken into the Chamber of Secrets and would likely die. They were so shaken up that they had accidentally done it – which was quite remarkable, really. They described the phenomenon as having ones internal organs fizzing as they changed, and suddenly finding yourself seeing the world in different colours, and having remarkable senses. Apparently the duo were having trouble learning to fly, and Fred had the horrible experience of flying in a window. George was still teasing him about it, though neither of them could see glass in their bird forms.

I had missed a lot while I was petrified, and I needed to hear Harry and Ron's version of the events leading to the Chamber of Secrets adventure, in case some small factor was changed or I mentioned something that I purely couldn't have known even if I was psychic.

I had also decided that I was in the Harry Potter Universe to stay, because not even being petrified could put me back in the world where this was all just a story. Being faced by that revelation was quite disturbing. In this universe, I literally had nothing. I had no family and no money. One of those I could fix. I would get a job in Diagon Alley over the summer and start earning money to buy school supplies.

I belatedly realised that with Sirius out of Azkaban, I couldn't exactly stay at 12 Grimmauld Place anymore. I was annoyed that the locket was so vulnerably left there, but it shouldn't be disturbed at all. Hopefully I would be invited there in fifth year with Hermione and Ron when it became the Headquarters for the Order of the Pheonix and needed clearing out, so I could rescue it and potentially destroy it.

With a sigh, I stood up, making some excuse to my friends about wanting to catch up on the work I'd missed since Christmas, and heading off in search of Dumbledore.

Nearing the library, I spotted Michael Corner chatting with his Ravenclaw friends in an alcove and chuckled softly. I had asked him if he would generously let me keep the book we both wanted for a week so I could finish reading it with. His reaction was to scowl at me and remind me that we had both missed the deadline for the project, plus all the petrified students had been excused from handing it in. I had still wrapped the book in a piece of parchment and asked one of the older years to give it to him if they saw him. Corner hadn't spoken to me since, but he continued to scowl at me whenever he saw me at meals.

Dumbledore was in his office, as usual, writing up some official looking documents, although he put his quill down when I entered the room.

"Afternoon, Izzy" The headmaster greeted as I settled into the chair opposite him. "What do I owe this pleasure, or do you have another project for us to work on over the summer or next year?"

I chuckled softly, "No actually. Next year's all set to go off smoothly. May I ask who you're considering for the Defence against the Dark Arts position?" I asked, just to double check that it was going to be a smooth year.

"I was considering offering the post to my good friend and ex-Auror Alastor Moody" said Dumbledore and I blanched. He evidently noticed my expression as he added, "Do you have someone else you wanted to suggest for the position?"

I had not been expected that to have changed, though it was possible that Moody was considered for the position in third year but it was given to Lupin instead. I quite wanted Remus as a teacher, especially as Dumbledore expected me to know a lot about magic, and although I was learning well in the other subjects, if he randomly – though it was unlikely – tested me on my defence knowledge, I would be screwed. I needed the good teacher to help me catch up to where I was supposed to be in my learning. Not that Moody wasn't a good teacher at all.

Another argument in favour of Lupin teaching next year, was so that Harry could learn the patronus charm, which was very useful when Voldemort took control of the Dementors.

"I thought Remus Lupin might be a good replacement" I commented casually, "He has such trouble finding work due to his condition, and I know he'll make a good teacher"

"I considered offering Remus the position, but he's got his hands quite full with Sirius now he's recovering in St Mungo's. I could still offer him the position though, if it's quite important"

"That's a good idea. I'm sure Remus would like to show his friend how well he's been doing, by having a job at Hogwarts. Sirius will be so proud of him, and with Pettigrew on the loose, it's a good idea to have Remus stationed at Hogwarts. It might warn the rat away from the castle, in case Pettigrew had any ideas about going after Harry"

"I shall offer him the position then. He will still have plenty of time to visit Sirius in his free time. I hope he shall accept"

"Me too" There was a moment of silence before I tentatively spoke up. "Uh…a problem has arisen for this summer, though. I'm pretty certain I overstayed my welcome at the Burrow last summer. I did spend most of the time there until they asked, pretty firmly, if I wanted to go home for the last week. But my other accommodation is no longer accessible"

"You mean Sirius's house" stated Dumbledore calmly. My eyes widened slightly. He smiled, "It didn't take long to guess. Your friends mentioned that your house in under the Fidelius Charm, so I decided you were probably using an old family's house of one of the order safe houses. You seem familiar with Sirius – at least enough to know of the Marauders and his innocence. It wasn't so far-fetched to think you were staying at the empty Black family house"

"Do you know anywhere I can stay over the holidays?"

"I see no reason why you can't remain at Hogwarts. The castle will be empty, save for a couple of house elves and Filch. Some of the teachers will be in an out. Hagrid will obviously remain to take care of the grounds. Professor Sprout comes in every day to keep an eye on her plants, and Professor Snape often uses the Potions lab for his more elaborate experiments. A couple of the teachers have a permanent residence here, so I'll mention to them that you're staying at Hogwarts for a confidential reason and they shouldn't pry much further" Dumbledore nodded, "Is that alright with you?" That was surprising. Tom Riddle was never allowed to stay over the summer despite how much he begged for it. I guessed when Dippet was Headmaster the rules were much stricter. It always seemed to pay well to be Dumbledore's information source of the future who he was making sure trusted him and was on the Light side.

I nodded eagerly. "I was hoping to get a summer job, so I would be in and out of the castle a lot. That might be difficult having to head to Hogsmeade-"

"I can temporarily connect the fireplace in the Slytherin Common Room to the Floo" offered Dumbledore, "It will only be during the holidays of course" I nodded again, happily. This was a great outcome and it would work perfectly!

Having finished the conversation I'd come here to have, I made to stand up, but Dumbledore waved me back down again.

"There was something else I wanted to talk to you about" The headmaster began, and I listened somewhat worriedly, with no idea what he was about to say. "I see for your electives next year you put that you wanted to do Care of Magical Creatures and Ancient Runes" he said and I nodded uneasily. "What subjects did you do when you were at Hogwarts last?"

Oh dear. "I did Care of Magical Creatures and Divination" I said, trying not to wince.

"Then you should be able to get an easy pass in those for your OWLs" said Dumbledore, "So I'll put you in those classes. Then, you may as well make the most of going through it again, so you can get more OWLs that you did last time. It will broaden your potential future career paths if you have more qualifications. Which two subjects do you want to add to those?"

"Ancient Runes and Arithmancy?" I suggested, my voice was at a high pitch, "But surely if I have extra work to do I won't be able to do my mission"

"And what happens when you finish your mission?" Dumbledore asked, "You can't go back to the future. You said yourself that you no longer exist. You're getting a summer job for money so you can secure your future after leaving Hogwarts, you need decent qualifications as well. Why don't you want to do Muggle Studies?" I didn't know why Dumbledore really cared about my future, as long as I helped them win the war, he wouldn't mind if I died during it.

"I know a lot about Muggles. I may be wizard-born, but I was raised in a Muggle environment and went to a muggle primary school" I lied.

"So you could take the OWL exam on Muggle Studies and pass with flying colours anyway" said Dumbledore and I groaned.

"But sir, I won't be able to get to all of these classes"

"Which is why, as of next year, you will be supplied with a time-turner on a trial basis, to help you attend your classes"

"Me?" I gaped, "You want me with a time-turner? What about Hermione?" Surely they didn't want me messing with the time-stream any more than I already have, yet they were going to give me the perfect object to help me.

"I assume she got one in the old timeline as well" said Dumbledore, "Not to worry, she'll be receiving one as well, though she hasn't been told yet, so please don't inform her until McGonagall does in September"

"Of course, sir" I shrugged, still awed that I would be getting a time turner myself.

"You shouldn't find the school work any more challenging than anyone else, given your history" I held back a sigh, "Though you will have to catch up with what you have missed this year"

I nodded again, and the conversation moved swiftly on to Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew. Apparently there had been many articles in the Daily Prophet about the whole mess, and Pettrigrew was to be considered extremely dangerous. I had already seen a few posters that had been put up with a photo of Pettigrew from his school years. As a teenager, Pettigrew looked almost nothing alike compared to after spending twelve years in rat form, which was unfortunate, although at least it allowed a rough picture of who to look out for.

Only a few minutes later, I found myself in the pensieve, watching Dumbledore's memory of Black's trial. The accused was questioned under veritaserum which quickly cleared up any misunderstandings, and Sirius was soon released from his chains. The Animagus forms were noted for the three Marauders, and Sirius was not punished for not registering. Amelia Bones had decided he had spent more than enough time in Azkaban to account for it. And finally, Sirius was allowed free treatment for Dementor exposure at St Mungo's and the search for Pettigrew commenced with upmost urgency. As the memory sequence ended, my vision swam and I resurfaced from the pensieve.

I was just opening the door to leave the office when Dumbledore said, "Oh, and Izzy, perhaps find a different place to keep your diary. Miss Granger managed to get a sneak peak of the future from it"

I had decided to take the train back from Hogwarts so it didn't appear suspicious that I was staying behind. The compartment I was in contained myself, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fred, George and Ginny, and it was rather crowded with seven of us in there.

We spent the last four hours where we were allowed to do magic doing just that. After a couple of games of exploding snap – I lost most of them being too afraid of the explosions to properly concentrate, and therefore getting exploded on – Fred and George let off the last of their fireworks down the corridor on the train. Most students hurried into their compartments to avoid them, but watched the show through the glass doors.

After that, we spent the remainder of the journey practising the disarming charm. Ron's wand almost flew out the open window when Harry – who was getting pretty good at it – cast the charm on him.

I got Harry and Ron to recount the full details of their adventures at Hogwarts while I had been petrified. They went through their encounter with Aragog – asking Fred, George and Ginny not to tell Mr Weasley what had become of his prized possession – starting with them witnessing Hagrid being arrested and sent to Azkaban (luckily he was back out now). Then they described in detail their account of the Chamber of Secrets, whispering that Tom Riddle was actually Lord Voldemort. I had pretended to be surprised, though I was sure Ron was narrowing his eyes at me disbelievingly.

"But Izzy" George had also muttered to me so no one else could hear, except for Fred who really did have much better hearing now as well as George. It was slightly amusing that George could hear so well, considering he lost an ear in the Battle of the Seven Potters. "Was it really you who was petrified?"

They had already asked me that so I nodded again.

"You would tell us if you had pretended to be Dumbledore for six months, wouldn't you?" asked Fred.

"Of course" I assured them, knowing they wouldn't believe me if they really knew how much I was keeping from them.

They were almost at King's Cross, before Harry said suddenly, "Ginny – what did you see Percy doing, that he didn't want you to tell anyone?"

"Oh that" said Ginny, giggling.

"Percy's got a girlfriend" I said. She glanced at me in surprise that I knew. I shrugged, "What? I'm psychic"

Fred dropped his stack of books onto the floor, "Wait, its true?" He looked to his sister for confirmation.

"It's that Ravenclaw prefect, Penelope Clearwater" continued Ginny, "That's who he was writing to all last summer. He's been meeting her all over the school in secret. I walked in on them kissing in an empty classroom on day. He was so upset when she was – you know – attacked. You won't tease him, will you?" She added anxiously.

"Wouldn't dream of it" said Fred, who was looking like his birthday had come early.

"Definitely not" said George, sniggering.

"Say, Izzy" Fred turned to me and I gave him my undivided attention – having nothing else to give attention to. "We spoke to mum, and she said that you can come to stay at the Burrow for the last week of the holidays, as we're going to Egypt for most of it to stay with Bill who's working out there. Unless, you're parents wanted to pay for you to come with us"

"Thanks" I said, "But seeing as I've been petrified for most of the year, my father's been pretty worried about me, so he wants me to spend a lot of time at home this summer. I'm sure I can convince him to let me stay with you for the last week, though" I grinned, "Hopefully I'll have completed the transformation and we can visit the Ministry" George winked at me, glancing at the others to check they hadn't noticed that last part.

On the platform, I said goodbye to everyone and thanked Mrs Weasley for inviting me for the last week of summer. Harry was instructing Ron how to use a muggle telephone and gave him a slip of paper with the phone number on. I mentioned to Ron that he didn't need to shout down the phone, his voice would carry at a normal level to the receiver and it was considered rude to shout at the other person.

After that, I hurried to join the line waiting for the Floo, finally getting to the front and whispering under my breath so no one nearby could hear. "The Slytherin Common Room" I declared, and a moment later I was back where I had started that morning.

Someone, probably a house elf, had usefully placed a pot of Floo Powder next to it, but I wasn't planning on travelling anywhere else today. Instead I lugged my trunk back up the stairs to my dormitory and set about unpacking it again.

That's second year finished. I can't believe I've actually written this far.

I know it was pretty obvious and cliché to have Pettigrew escape so I'm terribly sorry, but I do have plans (cough…third year…cough). Anyway, here's to Rathael who openly predicted Pettigrew 'inevitably escaping' in the reviews. Also cheers and appreciation to them for pointing out a mistake I had made in chapter 24, which I have now corrected.

Finally, rereading this chapter I actually hate the implications of this chapter. It's tied up really oddly, and all my sort of finishes really don't do themselves justice. Like everything I've said about the next year sounds really cliché (like Pettigrew and the timeturners and staying at Hogwarts), but having written it I promise it's not like that at all. So I'm sorry if that's the idea you got from it. I will really try to exceed expectations (maybe even an outstanding?).