With the winter break over, the Technomancers returned to Hogwarts. Harry was currently in the Bunker when he received a private message from L'ange Noir.

Monsieur MacGrath,

I look forward to working with you if you ever find yourself in France again. I've heard great things about the heroic Savior of Empire City and would love to see you in action in person, not in a video. Perhaps I could show you how the French deal with your First Sons. You will surely be impressed with how well we do. Until we meet again, Garcon Éclair.

L'ange Noir.

"'Lightning Boy?' That better not stick."

"What better not stick," asked Blaise as he and Neville carried a crate into the Bunker.

"Just a nickname from a new friend. What's that?"

"Part two of our Christmas gifts," said Neville as they set the crate down. Neville reached in and when he pulled it back out, it was covered in a gauntlet all too familiar to Harry.

"The armor is in?"

"Mrs. Akagi just dropped them off right now," said Blaise. "And me and Neville were the only ones picked to carry the crate."

"How was I supposed to know they'd arrive today?"

"Check your phone," said Neville. "She said Sakura sent you a message." Harry pulled out his phone but saw no new messages on it.

"That's odd. I didn't get a message."

"Wonder what happened. So what friend sent you a message?"

"The Black Angel. She's a hero in France much like myself and Cole in the States."

"MacGrath, we seriously need to have a talk about you hogging all of the attention of the girls to yourself," said Blaise as he pulled out a helmet.

"I can't help it. Mom groomed a gentleman"

"If you're a gentleman, I'm Thestral."

"Fuck off."

"Language, Harry," said Holly. The boys watched as Draco rushed in and towards Isabel's 3D printer. He set a program and turned it on before using his magic to overcharge it.

"Draco," said Neville. "You know Professor Daniels doesn't like us doing that to the printer." Draco ignored his housemate and continued to monitor the printer's progress. When it was done, he grabbed what had been printed and rushed out of the Bunker. The boys exchanged a look before following him out, Harry locking the building behind them. They followed the Gryffindor to a clearing and saw he was assembling something.

"What are you doing," asked Blaise.

"Shut up and let me concentrate," said Draco.

"Ok," said Isabel as she walked over carrying a lithium ion battery. "Why the hell do you need this?" Draco said nothing and took the battery from his teacher. Isabel looked at the boys curiously.

"Don't look at us," said Harry. "He just rushed into the Bunker, overcharged your 3D printer and then rushed out."

"He did what?" Harry watched as he fished something out of his pocket.

"Is that the Philosophers Stone, Draco?"

"Yes," said the Malfoy heir. "Now kindly shut up."

"You know you weren't supposed to touch either thing," said Isabel.

"I said shut up! I need to concentrate!" Draco held out the Stone and Harry watched as he channeled his magic into it before using it to turn the 3D constructs into steel.

"How…?"

"Shut up." Draco concentrated and combined what he had in front of him together before welding the pieces in place. Draco set the object down in the clearing. Isabel and Harry looked at it and saw what looked like a plane.

"You wasted my resources on a model plane," asked Isabel.

"Everyone back up," said Draco.

"Why do we…?"

"Unless you want to be crushed, back up." Harry used Schematic and looked at the plane before turning to everyone else.

"Back up," said Harry. "It's not a model plane!" Draco shot a single Lightning Bolt at the plane hitting circuits which were aligned in a Digi-Rune shape for expansion before taking off, the others close behind him. Harry Spark-Stepped out of the way as the plane fully expanded in an instant. Harry and Isabel turned around and spotted lightning sparking off of the plane as it settled itself. "Asshole!"

"I said to back up," said Draco as he dusted off his robes.

"Draco," said Isabel. "Ten points from Gryffindor." Draco shrugged and went to the plane.

"What on Earth possessed you to do this," asked Neville.

"Well," said Draco. "I remembered seeing Harry's design that is currently being worked on by Danzo and his company. I asked him during the party about why it took so long, and he said because of size of the parts and the time it would take to make sure everything was perfect. I got to thinking, what if we downsized the scale and upscaled it with magic."

"I've had the same thought before," said Isabel. "The stability was always a major issue."

"You didn't have tech integrated Digi-Runes," said Luna as she walked over. "Runes designed specifically to work with technology."

"And formed with circuitry where the energy can constantly flow through it and give it enough power to make the expansion more permanent," said Draco. "There's also another runic design connected to a switch to make it shrink back to its original size for storage."

Harry looked at the plane. "It's using the Induction design from the Hover Skates."

"The same design your friend Zed is using for the hovercraft prototype at DMT."

"We need to test it's pressurized interior to make sure it's safe to fly."

"We've already got someone who wants to test that," said Luna as she gestured to the cabin. Harry and Isabel looked up and spotted Lena waving at them from the cabin.

"When did…" started Isabel.

"She just Charged up there."

"Lena! Get out of there! You don't know how to fly it!" Lena pouted and crossed her arms.

"We know someone who's qualified to fly it," said Harry. "Dan."

"Hermione's father," asked Blaise.

"He was RAF. Royal Air Force. Hermione told me he learned how to pilot aircrafts while he was in the service. We could have her Vid-Call him and ask him to test out the plane."

"We need flight clearance," said Isabel. "It's not as simple as just testing it. We gotta make sure there are no flight paths in the testing area."

"To make sure there are no collisions, right," asked Blaise.

"Right. I'll find a way. Don't worry. We can save the testing for the summer. For now, we can just store it away until then, make sure everything still works with periodic tests. If this thing is operable and safe, Draco you may have found a way to preserve resources and a way to mass produce not only this but Harry's design as well."

"That was the plan. Harry's design is meant to go into space right? If that's the case, people will want similar non-weaponized designs to act as transport for potential colonies. A chance to see other worlds. A chance to build something new among the stars. We'd need a way to mass produce these ships for colonization."

"That is a very big step to take already," said Isabel. "We need to find a way to counteract radiation against magic for any mages who'd want to colonize. And we still don't know if we can effectively reach other planets in a relatively short amount of time so we don't end up needing to rely on Cryogenics to keep the colonists young so they can reach whatever planet they decide to colonize."

"One way to fix this then. MacGrath, we're going to Akagi Industries and getting that design finished."

"Why drag me along?"

"It's your design."

"Hey," said Luna. "I want to see this done as well."

"Hold it," said Isabel. "No one is going anywhere right now."

"Why not," asked Draco.

"…Crap," said Harry. "Mom's done learning how to undo the binding on my magic using the Elder Wand. I'm not supposed to go anywhere until a few weeks after the binding is done"

"Why is that," asked Lena behind Neville, making the timid boy jump in surprise.

"His magic will be slightly unstable," said Isabel. "Especially since we don't know how his Technomancy will act, it's risky." Harry sighed.

"Let's get this unbinding over w…" Harry blinked as another Kessler Node activated.

"Unbinding your magic will not happen. Binding it with the Elder Wand meant something about it affected your magic entirely. I do not know what will happen with it. I strongly advise you do not unbind it until you fully know what will happen. The effects could be… hazardous to your health and magic. Or it could forever alter how your magic works. Again. Do. Not. Unbind your magic."

Harry shook his head as his eyes glowed with white circuit lines for a moment before returning to normal. "Ok… Never mind."

"What was that,' asked Isabel.

"Kessler Node," said Luna. "What was it this time?"

"He advised against unbinding my magic," said Harry. "Said to wait until we know more about the adverse side effects that may happen as a result of my Technomancy."

"Should we listen to this," asked Lena. "Kessler was a madman."

"But he's been right so far," said Luna. "I say we listen."

"Kessler wasn't sure what would happen," said Harry. "Unbinding normal magic is documented, but rarely for someone who's 11. Technomancy has never been bound before. Mainly because it hasn't existed before. We don't know what will happen."

"In other words," said Isabel. "Better safe than sorry. Better tell Cindy she just learned this for nothing."

"Oh, she's going to love that."

"Dammit," said Blaise. "I wanted to compare how powerful he is compared to a Conduit."

"Wouldn't be an accurate estimation," said Harry. "You know I can't generate as much electricity as Draco or even Cole."

"Who's to say that undoing this binding wouldn't change that? We know your magic is currently being suppressed. And you still have no problem doing the normal spells and we've seen what you can do with Technomancy. Why wouldn't your lightning be more powerful?"

"Because I'm still just a Mechanist."

"Who can switch into a Conduit. I've contacted Gaige. She's not able to find a way to switch herself into a Conduit to power whatever she wants to do. There's something different about your magic than anyone else."

"There's no proof of that. For all we know, I'm just a Mechanist. I don't know why Gaige is unable to change into a Conduit using a similar method to what I did, but it's got nothing to do with my magic."

"Well," said Luna. "He's right about that." She walked away from the plane and faced them as they all watched her. Luna called Lightning down on herself and everyone watched as her eyes shined with green circuit lines.

"Ok…" said Blaise. "How?"

"I'm not sure. But maybe it has something to do with whatever is down there." Luna pointed at the lake. Harry stared at it and then remembered the momentary blackout the Technomancers experienced during the boat ride to the school.

"Our magic changed from the Blackout," muttered Harry as he walked over to the lake. "Whatever caused us to have an adverse reaction, it's down in the bottom of the lake. If we can get Gaige to the same spot, we can test that theory."

"You'll be putting her in danger," said Isabel.

"Not if people can be there to make sure she doesn't fall into the water when her magic cuts out. But in the end it's up to her."

"I'll send her a message then. Still hold off on talking with Danzo, though. His company is going through something right now. He's a bit stressed." Harry nodded before heading back to the Bunker. As he walked in Holly got his attention.

"Harry," said the A.I..

"What's up?" Harry went to the prosthetic he and Neville were working on.

"Simulation 99% success rate." Harry dropped his Multitool and turned to Holly.

"Say what?"

"The simulation regarding the Temporary Magic Serum. The latest simulation has garnered a 99% success rate. The highest it's ever been." Harry went to the computer and checked the results himself. He ran the same simulation twice and saw the exact same results both times. Harry printed out the results and sprinted to the castle, pushing passed Isabel and Draco on his way to the Server Room to retrieve Holly before heading down to the Potions classroom, Isabel following out of curiosity. Harry started banging on the door. An aggravated Snape opened the door and scowled at Harry.

"Potter," he exclaimed. "What is so important that you are interrupting my class?!"

"I've done it," said Harry.

"What are you blithering on about? Done what?"

"My birth mother's project. Lily's project! I've done it…" Snape stayed silent for a moment before his eyes widened suddenly as realization struck. Harry handed him the printed paper and waited as he went over it. Snape finished reading it before turning to the class he was teaching. Fifth year Hufflepuffs and Slytherins.

"Class dismissed. We'll continue where we left off tomorrow." Snape waited for the entire class to file out and Isabel to walk in before sitting at his desk, re-reading the paper in his hand. "…Impossible…"

"No it's not. I've just cracked it. I had Holly run the effects of these ingredients. I reran the simulation twice. All three times 99% success. That's more than Mom ever dreamed of. She thought of the ingredients, I thought of the combination. But a computer simulation is nothing without physical application. Lily trusted you. Can you, out of respect for your former friendship with her, be the one to try and make this serum, Professor?" Snape stared at Harry and saw the same look of determination he saw so often in his former best friend. For the first time in years, Severus Snape lost his ever present scowl, in place of a remorseful look.

"I'm sorry, Harry. But I can't be the one to create this. This is your mother's legacy. Your legacy. I'm not declining out of malice. This is out of respect. Lily and I did not part on the best of terms. And my actions led to the death of her and your father. I can't in good conscience do this. Instead, I offer my knowledge for you to complete this serum yourself."

"Professor…"

"The Download spell you told me about. Use it to acquire my knowledge of potion making and finish your mother's work. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out how to complete the recipe. Perhaps, I was never meant to. You've done what neither of us were able to and probably would never be able to. Your mother started this project during our time in Hogwarts. She shared the idea with me and asked for my help. Gave me a copy of it. But I was never able to get it right. You're her progeny. It's only right you do this."

"Wow," said Isabel. "Pretty mature, Greasey." Snape ignored the name before allowing Harry to press two fingers to his temple and Download the Potion Master's knowledge.

"But remember, Potter. Do not use this for anything other than your mother's project. I expect you to use your own knowledge in class. Your magic works like a computer, right? Lock this away in a computer file, or something. Now get out of my classroom." Isabel turned to Harry as they left the classroom.

"So. Your mother's temporary magic project."

"She called it Project Hecate," said Harry.

"Goddess of Magic in the Greek Pantheon."

"Mythology. The Pantheon was the twelve Olympians. Zeus, Hades, Poseidon, Hermes, Ares, etc.…"

"You know what I mean. So. Ready to put this to the test?"

"Well, I would if Snape would've remembered I need his permission to use his ingredients cabinet."

"Dude. I have ingredients in the Bunker." Harry dropped his head with a sigh.

"Dammit. I think Ron's been hanging around the Bunker again. I swear his lack of common sense is contagious. Let's go."

"Would you stop saying things about Ron?"

"Not my fault he was let into the Bunker once and then never again after he wrecked Luna's initial P.E.T.E.R. designs. He has no place hanging around us. Fred and George even pointed out he was only trying to get close to me. Ron's mostly an idiot."

"Mostly. But he still manages to get by, somehow."

"Which is a surprise in and of itself." Harry pulled out his tablet as Holly appeared on his shoulder.

"Not really. You're surrounded by the smartest people of your class. I've monitored him by himself. He's trying his hardest to keep up with you, so he has a means of trying to get in your good graces."

"I can't be his motivation for improvement. He needs something else other than trying to make friends with me."

"Wow," said Isabel. "That sounds so familiar."

"Uh oh," said Harry.

"What is it?"

"Lockhart is signing books in London in a few months." Harry ducked as a blast of magic soared for his tablet. Two years ago, Harry and Isabel had learned that Gilderoy Lockhart had gotten his hand on Hiruzen Akagi's, Sakura's father's, research. Needless to say, the man found himself thrown around like a ragdoll with Isabel's Sanguimancy when she tracked him down a year before Harry started Hogwarts.

"That fucking asshole… I need to finish what I fucking started."

"We both know you can't get within 150 feet of him. Well beyond your range with Sanguimancy."

"Fucker deserves it! I'm almost certain he had something to do with what happened to Sakura's parents!"

"We can't prove that if he's dead, Izzy."

"Don't remind me. When exactly is he showing up in London?"

"My birthday it says."

"We'll avoid Diagon Alley that day."

"If we can."

"If you can what," asked Daphne as she sauntered up to them.

"Avoid a book signing at my birthday by Gilderoy Lockhart. Isabel is bound by a magical restraining order not to get within 150 feet of him."

"Why?"

"Bastard stole research conducted by Sakura's father and passed it off as his own. I took matters into my own hands."

"Ironic that he was in my House," said Harry. "I'm still wondering how an idiot like that with no knowledge besides Obliviate managed to get in let alone graduate."

"Any way. What are you two doing right now," asked Daphne, ignoring the murderous look in her favorite teacher's eyes.

"Finishing my mother's project."

"Wait. Did you…?"

"Latest simulation came out 99%."

"Harry! That's great!"

"I just need to put it to the test."

"You're going to make the potion and give it Mr. Filch?"

"He's the only readily available person to test it. And, he's been wanting to use magic his entire life. Might as well give him a gift like this as thanks and sorry for everything he's been put through since working here." A certain set of twins' names were left unsaid but implied. "We need to test how long it takes to take effect and how long it lasts, and how potent the magical effect is for him."

"Be careful with this," said Isabel. "This can always be treated as a drug to the public when it gets out. We also need to test it's addictive properties."

"Potions always taste awful. That should make sure it's not taken too much unless you like the taste of whatever the potion will taste like."

"That's not reliable, Harry."

"I can't think of any other deterrent."

"We've got two years to brainstorm how to make sure it's not abused," said Daphne.

"True," said Isabel.

"Harry," called Millicent as she ran over.

"What's up, Milly," asked Harry.

"In all of the excitement of the holidays, I forgot about what you asked me to do. My father finally sent this in the mail." Millicent handed him a green and silver journal.

"This is your mother's journal supposedly written in Parselscript, right?"

"That's right. Can you read it?" Harry opened the journal.

"'This is the private journal of Salazar Slytherin, co-founder of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and all of his surviving descendants.' Yeah. I'd say I can. Let's see…" Harry skimmed through the journal, carefully reading as he walked up a flight of stairs.

"Mind sharing with the class, Harry," asked Daphne as she, Isabel, and Millicent followed him.

"The first few pages are about his early life. Living under the fear of attack by those who feared magic back in his time. More so from those who envied the Magical World. He goes on how he and his best friend, Godric Gryffindor, wanted to create a place for magical children to learn their magic. They partnered up with their friends Rowena Ravenclaw and Helga Hufflepuff and formed Hogwarts. It then goes on to talk about how each of them created a special place within the school to make students' lives more fantastic and memorable. Helga created a room to manifest your dreams…"

"The Reality Room," said Isabel.

"Rowena created two places for students to study in. The main library we're aware of and a secret library hidden under the Forbidden Section?"

"Don't tell Hermione," said Daphne.

"Godric came up with the runic array with Rowena to help develop the Sorting Hat, nicknamed Rags in the journal. Salazar and Helga both supplied magic to help with the runic array. And Salazar himself…" Harry looked up and sped up the staircase to the second floor.

"Salazar what," asked Millicent. "Harry!" The three followed after Harry as he sped through the second floor and towards the girls' bathroom.

"Whoa there, Kid," said Isabel "Hormones getting the better of you already?"

"Shut up," said Harry. "The journal talks about how Salazar created the Chamber of Secrets. There were three entrances, one of which has since been closed off due to flooding. You could originally access it through a secret tunnel within the lake. A second entrance was supposed to be located near the Slytherin common room. But the runic array was incomplete according his own admission. The third entrance was created for Salazar's daughter, Sylvia Slytherin. She was admitted into Ravenclaw house when the house system was first thought up. He had another entrance built on the second floor for her to get to easier. It was meant as an evacuation plan. This was around the time when Salazar started splintering from the other founders about who should be admitted into the school."

"Does it say why," asked Isabel.

"Salazar was worried about the First Generations parents finding the school, letting slip where it was, and the Mage Hunters coming to attack everyone. Apparently, some of the more hateful people who had children born with magical abilities found a way to twist their magic. Use it to steal, absorb, and even negate other spells. The first uses of Anti-Magic. Salazar was afraid of them so much, he used research from Herpo the Foul, of course, to create a beast to live within the Chamber to be used to protect the school. It's…" Harry opened the book again to continue reading and stopped before stopping. "Fuck all kinds of duck…"

"Have you been talking with a woman named Integra," asked Isabel.

"Who?"

"That answers that. What'd you find?"

"The beast within the Chamber of Secrets is a Basilisk."

"Whoa… ok. Maybe going down there right now is a very bad idea."

"Salazar wrote how he knew there was a major risk using a Basilisk. He developed a way to make sure his daughter, and any future descendants, could control the Basilisk without the need of Parseltongue. A unique type of Audiomancy that he developed by observing a now extinct dragon. It didn't hunt in the conventional sense. It generated a certain sound that either caused cattle to approach it, or had people herd their cattle to it. Serpents had a unique reaction to it. They became protective of the dragon, acting as its guardians while it ate. Salazar found a way to record it's roar using an enchanted conch."

"Is the conch here in the school," asked Millicent.

"Hold it," said Isabel. "Basilisks are XXXXX creatures. They're fucking dangerous. There's no way I'm letting any of you down there."

"Someone's already been down there," said Luna as she skipped passed them.

"Explain, Delphi."

"Moaning Myrtle was killed there years ago. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Wait," said Daphne. "It's in the girls' bathroom?"

"Where else would a girl find privacy," asked Luna from the bathroom. "Found it and it's clear!" Harry walked into the bathroom and went to the faucet Luna was standing in front of. Harry flipped ahead in the journal.

"Here we go. Sylvia Slytherin's entries. She hid the Conch within the Chamber itself under a unique protection charm. The Basilisk is hidden within a rock surface. It can't nest, but it can survive on whatever creature comes into the cave via the lake entrance. She's only used the Conch once to summon it. After that, she used Parseltongue to have a discussion with it about how to protect the school." Harry flipped through the journal more. "After a few generations, descendants of Slytherin stopped visiting. This was about three hundred years ago…"

"How are you reading this so quickly," asked Daphne.

"I'm skimming. Stopping and reading the important parts about the Chamber. Listen to this. In the school year of 1952-53, the chamber was opened by someone claiming to be the heir to Salazar Slytherin. The current owner of this journal was Millicent's great grandmother… said she was in her sixth year at the time… one student was killed by the Basilisk. She was unable to enter the chamber herself due to being born without the ability to speak Parseltongue. I think the ability was lost around the time the descendants stopped visiting. There weren't any more deaths during that school year."

"Who the hell could've opened the chamber," asked Millicent.

"1952-53, right," asked Isabel. Harry nodded. "Tom did it. Timeline matches up."

"Happens upon the Chamber," mused Harry. "Slips in, gains control of the Basilisk by claiming to be the heir of Slytherin without using the Conch and only using Parseltongue to trick it. Given the amount of time, it's possible the Basilisk forgot the scent of the Slytherin Bloodline. Makes sense."

"So the bastard falsely claimed my family legacy," said Millicent. "Great. Another thing to hate him for."

"What do we do now," asked Daphne. Harry flipped through the journal.

"Apparently, the Conch can be found by a basic Blood Spell. One drop on the ground will show the descendants of Slytherin the position of the Conch. The last person to visit the Basilisk apparently turned the beast's burrow into a statue of Slytherin. Apparently he had a bit of hero worship for the founder."

"Again, what do we do now?"

"Izzy?" Isabel sighed and tied her hair into a bun.

"Tell your mom we're about to do something stupid. I expect she'll tag along to make sure you're alright."

"She's gonna love this," groaned Harry. "I'll be right back…"

"Open the entranceway first, Kid" Harry went to the faucet and stared at the serpent engraved in the sink.

"(Open)" They watched as the sink started lowering into the ground, showing a drop.

"Any chance we can get some stairs down? I am not getting grime in my hair."

"Ditto," said Daphne and Millicent.

"(Stairs.) (Steps)" Harry shrugged as nothing happened with either word. "Suck it up, I guess." Harry Charged through the Gibraltar and landed in front of the History classroom where Cindy was letting out her class.

"Hey Harry," she said with a smile until she saw her son's nervous posture. "What's wrong?"

"We're about to do something phenomenally stupid. Going down into the Chamber of Secrets and confronting the Basilisk that's down there." Cindy blinked as she heard Harry's rapid fire answer and pinched the bridge between her eyes.

"Why can't you have normal magical problems? Like 'I messed up on a boil removal potion' or 'I can't figure out how to cast this spell'?"

"I wouldn't be me otherwise."

"You're expecting me to go with to keep an eye on you, huh?"

"Izzy figured it'd be the case." Cindy sighed.

"Alright. Let's go."