AN: Hey guys. I am glad you enjoyed the last chapter.
For obvious reasons, the fourth year will be significantly longer (word count) than the previous years. I hope you guys still bear with me, as we will finally get some more HarryxFleur scenes and of course lots of action with Harry's unique approach to the Triwizard Tournament.
Let's jump right in, shall we?
Enjoy!
The recognizable sections belong to JKR
Chapter 29
September 1st, 1994
Harry sat in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express, waiting for his friends to join him. In his lap lay the latest edition of the Daily Prophet.
The Dueling Duet's Deadly Dance
By Rita Skeeter
Magical Britain is still healing from the shocking events of the night after the Quidditch World Cup. Now, new information has surfaced on what had actually occurred. Of course, the story would not be worthwhile, if Harry Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World, was not somehow involved in the events.
Our national hero had only weeks earlier been declared the youngest winner of the Under 18 Dueling Championship in Moscow. According to our reports, Harry Potter was present at the World Cup with his recently declared innocent Godfather, Sirius Black. However, their precious godson-godfather time was interrupted by a nasty surprise.
As my readers well know, the peaceful celebrations that went until deep into the night came to a halt when several groups of people covered in white masks and long dark robes started setting tents on fire and randomly attacking the innocent campers.
Harry Potter found himself facing such a group of masked individuals, who according to reports from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, had been torturing a foreign witch with the Cruciatus curse.
Naturally, our Hero could not bear to witness such atrocities and came to the woman's rescue. However, the means by which he defended the injured woman might surprise and shock many of my readers. Four out of the six masked attackers did not survive their encounter with young Mr. Potter.
The four dead have been identified as Mr. Theodore Nott senior, Mr. Rolf Goyle, Mr. Thomas Selwyn, and Mr. Robert Montague. According to official reports by the St. Mungos, all of the deceased died upon impact with spells of certainly darker nature.
Mr. Jacob Warrington survived his encounter and is currently in critical condition. The healers estimate that he might survive but will likely be paralyzed from the waist downwards due to an almost untreatable injury to his lower spine. Marcus Avery was the last member of the masked group and survived his encounter with Mr. Potter unharmed.
The questions my readers will be asking themselves are of course: What led these fine members of our magical society to create such chaos at the World Cup and use an Unforgivable on a foreign guest? Could they have been under the Imperius curse, as many of the members of the small group had once claimed, almost a decade ago?
One shall also address Potter's involvement in the events. Was it truly necessary to return fire with lethal force? How damaging is killing for a fourteen-year-old's still-developing mind?
Interestingly enough, Harry Potter did not face the masked aggressors by himself. Fleur Delacour, daughter of Sebastian Delacour, and fellow dueling competitor of Mr. Potter, stood by his side and stroke down the masked attackers together.
When did Harry Potter and Ms. Delacour get so closely involved? I am sure all of my readers remember the drama from last summer after the infamous duel between the two got out of hand in Paris. Our couple was forced to face each other again during this year's tournament in Russia. Mr. Potter defeated the older competitor after the latter still suffered from her injuries from previous duels.
But was their deadly dance at the World Cup really necessary? Since when is Harry Potter the wizarding world's jury, judge, and executioner? Did he only act in self-defense, or was he perhaps the aggressor from the beginning?
Harry Potter will not face any legal repercussions from his actions, as he had been granted immunity from prosecution by the French government for defending a representative.
Two things are for sure:
Harry Potter is keeping us on the edge and involved in the ever-so-fierce drama that occurs wherever he appears, and this Reporter will definitely keep a closer eye on our Deadly-Dueling-Couple.
For further information on the history between Harry Potter and Fleur Delacour, including all events at which they have been seen together and exclusive photos, turn to Page 4
For further information on Mr. Potter's tragic victims turn to page 6 (The Daily Prophet offers his condolences)
Harry chuckled... Of course, Rita Skeeter had found a way to somehow still portray him in a bad light. However, all in all, the article had been fairly accurate.
Flashback
Sebastian Delacour had led Fleur and Harry away to a location outside the camp, where the French officials had set up their temporary camp.
A couple of pieces of parchment quickly granted him immunity against any and all prosecution, since he had just been declared the youngest official bodyguard, hired by the French DMLE to protect the Delacour family during their stay at the World Cup.
Harry was very thankful for that. The last thing he wanted to get involved with was any legal battle with the old pureblood families, of the ones he had just killed. Their children would be waiting for him at Hogwarts anyway.
He had waited for Sirius, who finally found his way toward Harry an hour later. In the meantime, Fleur had attended to his small cuts and bruises and the two had talked about the upcoming year at Hogwarts.
Fleur had finally filled him in on why they might see each other again sooner than Harry thought….
The Triwizard Tournament would be held at Hogwarts next term and Fleur would be one of the competitors for Beaoxbaton. The Veela seemed positive that she would be chosen by whatever impartial judge would choose the champions for the schools. Then, Fleur explained the tournament's history very briefly.
Harry was conflicted...Winning the tournament might be a useful challenge, help him improve, and set a benchmark for his powers. However, he really enjoyed the quiet term at Hogwarts he experienced last year and could use the time to work on his own projects.
When Sirius finally arrived, Harry explained everything that happened before the two disappeared to Grimmauld Place. Sirius was immensely proud when Harry had finished recounting his victory over the Death Eaters. His Godfather had gone to school with some of the men and knew of their alleged crimes during the war. They were certainly far from innocent.
Afterward, Sirius teased Harry mercilessly about his 'Deadly Duet' with Fleur Delacour:
"James would be so proud of you if you managed to bag a Veela in your fourth year already…"
At that, Harry decided that it was time for bed…
Over the next few days until the start of term, Harry did his usual shopping for school. Besides refilling his supplies, buying the new books and some treats for Hedwig, Harry also got his robes adjusted.
He could hardly believe how much he had grown, and he would love to know how much was due to the rituals and how much just his natural growth spurt.
He had grown almost four inches during the last year… (well more like 15 months, due to the time turner) and now stood at a very proud five feet and nine inches. If he kept growing like that, he would certainly reach the height of around six feet and two inches of his reflection in the Mirror of Erised, in only a few years.
Due to his dueling training and workouts, he had also filled out considerably…especially around his chest, arms, and thighs. A curious glance at the weighting scale at Grimmauld Place had put him at 150 pounds.
Some might consider it heavy for a 14-year-old but considering his body composition and newly acquired muscle mass, Harry was very pleased with it. He still felt athletic and quick enough for his duels. The extra mass, also let him appear a bit older to the outside world and more often than not intimidated people his age.
End of Flashback
The door to his compartment slipped open and Terry stepped in, carrying his trunk. The boy had attended the Quidditch World Cup with his family and Harry had seen him shortly after Ireland's win, on their way out of the stadium.
"Hey Terry, how are you? Did you escape the chaos at the World Cup?" Harry greeted his friend.
Terry grimaced and took a seat beside him: "We got away, but it was close. Our tent and many of our possessions were burned in the fire. My dad is actually one of your biggest supporters in the Wizengamot right now. I'm glad you finished what you started when attacking those bastards in the masks."
"Thank you, Terry. That means a lot to me, especially since half the wizarding world is asking for my head once again. Do you know where Susan, Daphne, and the other are?" Harry asked curiously.
Terry visibly frowned: "I would not expect them to join us, if I were you, Harry…You have to understand…You killed the family members of many Slytherins that day. Selwyn is even a cousin of Daphne's father, whereas Tracy is distantly related to the Notts. I don't think they resent you for your actions but being overly friendly with you right now would mean pretty much suicide for them in Slytherin.
I exchanged some letters with Daphne about it…she is not scared for herself, only what the older boys might do to her younger sister, Astoria. Rape of younger year girls is not exactly a singularity in the house of the snakes." Terry explained
Harry grimaced: "I guess I can understand that... But what about Susan and Hannah?"
"Well, both are purebloods, so chances are they were distantly related to your victims as well. However, it's a bit more complicated for Susan. You publicly defied her aunt and pretty much resisted arrest when the Delacour guy granted you immunity. Madam Bones has to remain neutral in her position as Head of the DMLE, so she probably told Susan to keep some distance from you, at least until the whole thing blows over.
As for Hannah, well, she is pretty much just following Susan in everything she is doing, so she won't just show up by herself, will she?"
Harry nodded. He did not like those developments, but they made sense…at least he still had Terry. The two talked about the upcoming tournament (Terry had been told by his father) and what else the school year might entail. When the Express arrived at Hogsmeade station, the boys took a carriage by themselves up to the brightly illuminated castle.
He walked up the stairs to the main entrance. Already, Harry noticed the stares and whispers from the students around him. They all practically sprinted out of his way, when Harry suddenly felt the atmosphere around him change. Danger was approaching from somewhere.
"Terry, get out of here right now!" Harry whispered.
"What? No, Harry, I will stand with you." Terry responded, pulling his wand, even though no threat could be seen as of yet.
"This is no time to argue, get the hell out here. There is no need for you to spend the next couple of weeks in the hospital wing."
Terry looked uncertain, but finally nodded and quickly ascended the stairs, leaving Harry in the courtyard by himself. One by one, upper and middle year Slytherins started stepping forward out of the ring of students around him. The entire courtyard went absolutely silent.
Harry did a full 360 degrees turn and calmly analyzed the situation. He counted about 30 students that might be part-taking in whatever was happening right now. He needed to prevail for about three more minutes before a professor might check on what happened. Not even the Prefects from other houses looked like they were going to interfere. Harry was truly alone.
Montague, a tall sixth year, stepped forward. Harry had killed his father at the World Cup.
"Montague…how is the family? Were you guys cheering for Ireland or Bulgaria? I never had the chance to ask your father" Harry laughed.
Montague's face grew red in anger, and he pulled out his wand. The boy was stopped by Cassius Warrington. The seventh-year had been declared something like the Head within house Slytherin over the last two years:
"House Slytherin hereby declares open warfare on Harry Potter. Anyone that associates with him will be treated equally. You have taken family members from us, Potter, we will have our retribution. You can not escape what's coming."
"Have a go then, come one!" Harry challenged the older boy, his eyes flashing the emerald green.
"I wiped the floor with guys five times as dangerous and skilled as you. Do you actually think I am scared of any of you? You should be careful, whoever you threaten or house Slytherin will moan even more losses should anyone dare to attack me."
"Now begone!" Harry hissed in Parseltongue and enjoyed the shiver that ran through the assembled Slytherins.
Warrington actually raised his wand and Harry readied himself for the attack, when the voice of Professor McGonagall echoed through the courtyard:
"Everyone inside right, now! The first years are about to arrive, and I will not have their first impression of Hogwarts ruined by your childish quarrel. Anyone who is not sitting at his House table within the next minute will earn detention until the end of term with me!"
Harry shot a wink at Warrington and grinned at the surrounding Slytherins before striding inside, his wand still firmly held in his palm. The eyes of everyone in the Great Hall were upon him, as he entered and took his seat at the Ravenclaw table. It seemed, no one could believe he survived the encounter.
"How did it go?" Terry whispered from his side.
"Take a couple of days to think about whether you want to associate with me, Terry…I have been declared an enemy of house Slytherin and you will get hurt if you stay by my side. Perhaps, what the girls decided to do was the smartest solution."
Terry frowned and turned back to the ongoing sorting. When the last student was sorted into Gryffindor, he turned back to Harry and grinned:
"I think I always had a little lion inside me, mate. Time to let it out…I will stay with you."
The feast started and Harry tuck in, enjoying the variety of food in front of him. When all the plates and dishes disappeared, Dumbledore stood up to hold his beginning of the year speech.
"So!" said Dumbledore, smiling around at them all. "Now that we are all fed and watered, I must once more ask for your attention, while I give out a few notices.
"Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden inside the castle has this year been extended to include Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees, and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs. The full list comprises some four hundred and thirty-seven items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr. Filch's office, if anybody would like to check it." The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched.
He continued, "As ever, I would like to remind you all that the forest on the grounds is out-of-bounds to students, as is the village of Hogsmeade to all below the third year. "It is also my painful duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not take place this year."
Many hardcore Quidditch fans groaned and loudly voiced their disagreement. Harry rolled his eyes…was Quidditch all these people thought about?
Dumbledore went on, "This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy — but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this
year at Hogwarts —"
But at that moment, there was a deafening rumble of thunder and the doors of the Great Hall banged open. A man stood in the doorway, leaning upon a long staff, shrouded in a black traveling cloak. Every head in the Great Hall swiveled toward the stranger, suddenly brightly illuminated by a fork of lightning that flashed across the ceiling.
He lowered his hood, shook out a long mane of grizzled, dark gray hair, then began to walk up toward the teachers' table. A dull clunk echoed through the Hall on his every other step. He
reached the end of the top table, turned right, and limped heavily toward Dumbledore. Another flash of lightning crossed the ceiling.
The lightning had thrown the man's face into sharp relief, and it was a face unlike any Harry had ever seen. It looked as though it had been carved out of weathered wood by someone who had only the vaguest idea of what human faces are supposed to look like, and was none too skilled with a chisel.
Every inch of skin seemed to be scarred. The mouth looked like a diagonal gash, and a large chunk of the nose was missing. But it was the man's eyes that caught his curiosity. One of them was small, dark, and beady.
The other was large, round as a coin, and a vivid, electric blue. The blue eye was moving ceaselessly, without blinking, and was rolling up, down, and from side to side, quite independently of the normal eye — and then it rolled right over, pointing into the back of the man's head, so that all they could see was whiteness.
The stranger reached Dumbledore. He stretched out a hand that was as badly scarred as his face, and Dumbledore shook it, muttering words Harry couldn't hear. He seemed to be making some inquiry of the stranger, who shook his head unsmilingly and replied in an undertone. Dumbledore nodded and gestured the man to the empty seat on his right-hand side.
The stranger sat down, shook his mane of dark gray hair out of his face, pulled a plate of sausages toward him, raised it to what was left of his nose, and sniffed it. He then took a small knife out of his pocket, speared a sausage on the end of it, and began to eat. His normal eye was fixed upon the sausages, but the blue eye was still darting restlessly around in its socket, taking in the Hall and the students.
"May I introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" said Dumbledore brightly into the silence. "Professor Moody."
It was usual for new staff members to be greeted with applause,
but none of the staff or students clapped except Dumbledore and Hagrid and Harry, who all put their hands together and applauded, but the sound echoed dismally into the silence, and they stopped fairly quickly. Everyone else seemed too transfixed by Moody's bizarre appearance to do more than stare at him.
So that was Moody, Harry chuckled. Sirius had told him about the man, that had been the best Auror in the ministry when Sirius started as a cadet.
Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"As I was saying," he said, smiling at the sea of students before him, all of whom were still gazing transfixed at Mad-Eye Moody, "we are to have the honor of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event that has not been held for over a century.
It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."
"You're JOKING!" said Fred Weasley loudly.
The tension that had filled the Hall ever since Moody's arrival suddenly broke. Nearly everyone laughed, and Dumbledore chuckled appreciatively:
"I am not joking, Mr. Weasley," he said, "though now that you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun who all go into a bar . . ."
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly.
"Er — but maybe this is not the time . . . no . . ." said Dumbledore, "where was I? Ah yes, the Triwizard Tournament . . . well, some of you will not know what this tournament involves, so I hope those who do know will forgive me for giving a short explanation, and allow their attention to wander freely:
"The Triwizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. A champion was selected to represent each school, and the three champions competed in three magical tasks.
The schools took it in turns to host the tournament once every five years, and it was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities — until, that is, the death toll mounted so high that the tournament was discontinued."
The majority of students in the Hall were whispering excitedly to one another.
"There have been several attempts over the centuries to reinstate the tournament," Dumbledore continued, "none of which has been very successful. However, our own departments of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Games and Sports have decided the time is ripe for another attempt. We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that this time, no champion will find himself or herself in mortal danger."
"The heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their short-listed contenders in October, and the selection of the three champions will take place at Halloween. An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Triwizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a thousand Galleons personal prize money."
At every House table, Harry could see people either gazing raptly at Dumbledore or else whispering fervently to their neighbors about the prize money. Harry chuckled. A thousand Galleons were not much to him. Winning the Dueling Championship in Moscow had earned him 2000 Galleons and he had more than enough in his vaults.
But then Dumbledore spoke again, and the Hall quieted once more.
"Eager though I know all of you will be to bring the Triwizard Cup to Hogwarts," he said, "the heads of the participating schools, along with the Ministry of Magic, have agreed to impose an age restriction on contenders this year. Only students who are of age — that is to say, seventeen years or older — will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration.
This" — Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, for several people had made noises of outrage at these words, and the Weasley twins were suddenly looking furious — "is a measure we feel is necessary, given that the tournament tasks will still be difficult and dangerous, whatever precautions we take, and it is highly unlikely that students below sixth and seventh year will be able to cope with them. I will personally be ensuring that no underage student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hogwarts champion."
His light blue eyes twinkled as they flickered over the Weasley twins' mutinous faces. "I, therefore, beg you not to waste your time submitting yourself if you are under seventeen. "The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving in October and remaining with us for the greater part of this year.
I know that you will all extend every courtesy to our foreign guests while they are with us, and will give your whole-hearted support to the Hogwarts champion when he or she is selected. And now, it is late, and I know how important it is to you all to be alert and rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning. Bedtime! Chop chop!"
Harry got from his seat and leaned over to Terry: "Don't wait up for me in the dorm…I've got a couple of things to take care of."
Terry nodded and took his leave from the Hall. Harry also left the large crowd, stepped into an alcove, and threw his cloak over himself in one fluent motion. Then he took out the map from within his robes and checked if the first floor and entrance to the Chamber were clear.
It had been two months since he had last seen Salazar and Harry could not wait to tell the Portrait about everything that had happened. He descended down into the chamber, passed the dead Basilisk, and climbed through the entrance that led to Salazar's personal Quarters.
"Hey there, grumpy man, I'm finally back!"
"Harry! It's good to see you are still alive, how has your summer been and how did the dueling tournament go?"
Harry told the Portrait everything. Starting with the successful ritual on the Summer Solstice, to his victory over the other contestants. He described a couple of his victories in more detail, especially the one with Fleur Delacour, his final duel, and the use of the Inimicus against a human.
The founder's eyes gleamed in pride at his heir. Harry had truly brought glory to the house of Slytherin. Harry continued with the chaos at the World Cup and the battle against the Death Eaters.
"I am glad you showed no mercy, Harry. The fewer followers of Tom remain when he comes back, the more difficult it will be for him to rise to his full power again. Tell me about Fleur Delacour…how do you feel about her?"
"I honestly don't know Sal; I am so confused…I really enjoyed dancing and fighting with her. But she is always so proud and a bit egocentric. I still remember the way she hugged me and how warm it made me feel…
I guess I don't even have to mention how incredibly attractive she is...but she is also smart, witty and decided to remain with me in times of danger, prooving her loyalty...
All I know is that I can't wait for her to come here in October…Oh, I haven't even mentioned yet: The Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year. Fleur will be competing for Beaoxbaton." Harry explained excitedly.
Salazar gave his heir a knowing grin: "What about you, will you be competing?"
"Officially, I won't be able to. But it would be nice to be chosen anyways and prove my superiority. I am certain, that I would be the best choice for the school anyways."
Salazar nodded: "You definitely would be. You have just won the Under 18 Dueling Championship and perform magic none of the seventh-years even know about. Try to find how exactly the champions are chosen and see if you can trick whatever person or device, they use for it."
Harry agreed to that plan and Salazar continued:
"What about your other plans for this term? Any new projects?"
Harry grinned: "I am glad you asked. There is a couple actually. First of all, I want to improve my passive Leggilemency skills. It's an incredibly useful talent to have, especially against people that have no concept of the mind arts and virtually no shields."
"Our family has always been gifted in the mind arts. I will teach you the basics, but from there on you will just have to practice. I doubt you will find any detailed books on it at Hogwarts." The Founder explained and grinned.
"Next, I want to try to convince the headmaster to let me take my OWLs in three classes by Christmas or new year. By that time, I will definitely be able to get at least an Exceeded Expectations in each subject, if not an Outstanding."
At Salazar nods, Harry continued:
"This year I also want to learn how to apparate by myself. I am tired of being side-alonged and it's something I always wanted to learn anyways."
"Apparition will certainly be useful. You have my blood, therefore you can apparate right in the Chamber from anywhere outside of Hogwarts. Again, I will teach you the necessary theory, but you will have to practice down here in the Chamber on your own. Make sure to properly master the technique, so that you can vanish and appear completely silently, without the annoying POP."
Harry nodded his understanding: "Then, I also want to create my first spell…I noticed that I had no defense against the Unforgivables, neither at the Tournament nor at the World Cup. I need a practical shield that intercepts them and can be conjured rather quickly."
"Last but not least, I want to embrace my Peverell family legacy…Ever since visiting Ignotus Peverell's grave last Halloween, I have been thinking about the Hallows from time to time. Maybe it's time to approach Ollivander and ask him what he knows about the Elderwand."
"You should be careful Harry. People have been searching for the Hallows ever since their creation. Countless lives had been destroyed and blood spilled in their pursuit. Did you not tell me that your Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, had also been looking for them?" Salazar flinched.
"He gave me back my cloak, so uniting the Hallows is not his goal, if I am not mistaken. I think he is looking for a specific Hallow and used my cloak to gather information about their creation and perhaps their relationship to each other. Why else would he give it back?"
"If I had to guess, he is looking for the second Hallow, just as you did. Dumbledore has family buried in Godric's Hallow and he mentioned that the Mirror of Erised showed him his family, just as it did for me….
Dumbledore is way too old to be seeing his future family, therefore I suspect the mirror showed him his past family and perhaps a way to get them back? In case, he has no need for the Elderwand right now...
He beat Grindelwald and even Voldemort did not actively seek out a duel at the height of his powers. The Wand is of no use for him right now…I am sure it's the Stone." Harry explained his train of thought.
The two talked for a bit more about their respective theories when Harry suddenly remembered something else, he should be telling Salazar.
"Oh, by the way… your entire house has declared war on me and anyone that associates with me in public," Harry laughed
Salazar got enraged and started hissing in Parseltongue. "How dare they challenge my heir while sleeping in the very dorms I created for them! We can not let this rest, Harry! Tomorrow you will teach them a lesson."
"What can we do?" Harry asked curiously.
"Tonight, you will step down into the dungeons and erect an old Parseltongue ward at the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room. It will override the current password, so people will be able to leave, but not return there unless they state a very specific new password.
Also, the wards will only let an individual enter after they each stated the password themselves, no groups will get through it." Salazar grinned.
Harry could not control his laughter. This was ingenious. He could publicly embarrass house Slytherin and even Professor Snape. As the only Parselmouth, Harry was the only one that could take the wards back down.
"What should the new password be?" Harry chuckled.
"We will think about it tonight, but let me teach you the wards first, they are a bit more complex."
Two hours later, around three am in the morning, Harry finally understood enough of the complex wards to cast them himself. He took the stack of notes and made his way back up into the castle, checking the map. Everyone was deep asleep. No prefects, teachers, or caretakers were patrolling the corridors at this hour.
Harry sneaked down into the dungeons and to the bare stretch of stone wall that hide the entrance to the Snake-Pit. He took out his notes and started chanting in Parseltongue. The wards were old and very powerful.
Due to their Parselmagic nature, even Gringotts Curse breakers might struggle to break them down. Towards the end of the casting process, Harry added the password, barely able to stop his laughter at the dumb-struck expressions he could expect tomorrow.
He went back down into the chamber, to use the timer turner and finally get some sleep. Maybe there was more of a Marauder in him than he had originally thought. Sirius would definitely be proud of him.