Blooming Flowers
The Kids Are Criminals Now
Harry woke up feeling worse than before, and not only because his re-boned arm was very stiff. Quickly, he got out of bed and over to Colin's. It was blocked by a high screen. He went around and settled down in the available chair.
He wasn't sure how long he sat there staring at Colin's petrified face. He didn't even noticed when Madam Pomfrey peeked in and then back out with a sad expression.
"Harry?"
Harry blinked and looked over his shoulder to see Hermione, Draco Ron and Luna. In his sister's hand was a breakfast tray.
"How are you feeling?" Hermione asked softly as she settled the tray on the bedside table. Her breath hitched when she looked at Colin and she quickly turned away—Harry wondered if she was seeing Mr. Granger— and got a chair to sit down next to her brother.
"My arm's all better," Harry mumbled as Draco placed another chair next to his and sat in it.
"That's good." Draco started rummaging around his robes.
On the other side of the bed, Ron had found himself a chair while Luna settled down on the edge of Colin's bed.
"We heard Professor McGonagall tell Professor Flitwick about Colin this morning on our way here," Ron said, voice soft.
Harry just nodded, teeth worrying his lip as his leg jittered nervously, breath hitching, and eyes getting bright with tears. "He-He was coming to s-s-see me, I-I think, th-there were grapes a-a-and—"
Tears were rolling down his face. On the other side of the bed, Ron squirmed uncomfortably, unsure of what to do. Hermione quickly wiped away her own tears before pulling her brother into a hug.
"It's okay," she croaked, "it'll be okay."
"Ah-ha!" Draco smiled, before turning his attention back to Harry and Hermione, "Harry."
Sniffing, Harry turned to look at his friend, and had something stuck onto the center of his forehead. Blinking, he reached up to touch it, tracing the shape and smiling when he realized what it was. Smiling back, and with stickers in hand, Draco reached over and placed one on the back of Hermione's hand.
The very slowly, he placed on the back of Colin's hand.
"Stickers always help." Draco smiled quoting little Henry.
"Colin will be alright." Everyone turned to Luna who had Colin's hand in her own. "Madame Poppy is not only the best, but so is Professor Snape."
Harry sniffed and smiled.
"Yeah."
~.~
When Severus went to visit his son, Harry is surrounded by his sister and friends, and every last one of them is covered in stickers, even Hedwig who was perched happily on Draco's head.
"A gift from Henry, I see."
The moment he found a place to sit, Hermione reached up and stuck a sticker right in the middle of the forehead.
"Really?" Severus sighed to the giggling children, not as upset as he probably looked.
"How's your arm?" he then asked his son.
"Good," Harry smiled, "Madame Pomfrey said I can leave for dinner."
"Good."
They chat for a little while before his father, sister, and friends left for last class of the day. Harry was shoo'ed back into his bed, and left to his thoughts. And with those thoughts came a plan.
~.~
"One of my students is paralyzed, and my children are upset, so you have five seconds before I use your portrait for firewood."
Turning down the fire under a bubbling cauldron, Salazar sighed.
"I told you everything I could."
"And clearly it's not enough, now tell me—"
"My dear Severus, you are a smart man," Salazar interrupted, "think back to our conversation, what did I say?"
Severus's eyes narrowed, but he did as told. "The Chamber was built to protect the students. It does not need to be your Heir to open it, Parseltongue can be learned."
Salazar nodded, "Exactly, and here's another clue, reflections are your best friend."
~.~
"So, between our parents, who do you think will kill us first when they find out what we're doing?"
"Ron's and your Mum." Came the answer all around.
Draco thought about it, "Yeah, you're right."
The group of five, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Draco, and Luna, turned a corner and arrived at the very corridor where the first attack had happened. They stopped and looked around. The scene was just as it had been that night, except that there was no stiff cat and there was now an empty chair against the wall bearing the message.
"Filch must have been keeping guard," Ron muttered.
Harry took a deep breath, pushing the memory of that night away, "Okay, let's take a look around."
Everyone nodded and separated to look, keeping an ear out for anyone heading their way.
"Oh! Look," Ron called from where he had got down on his hands and knees. "Scorch marks! Here—and here—"
"The spiders," came Luna's soft dreamy voice.
Curious, Harry went over, vaguely aware of Draco and Hermione crowding behind him. Luna was looking at the topmost windowpane, where around twenty spiders were scuttling, apparently fighting to get through a small crack. A long, silvery thread was dangling like a rope, as though they had all climbed it in their hurry to get outside.
"Weird." Harry hummed.
"Do spiders act like that?" Hermione questioned.
"Spiders, animals in general, only act like that if there is danger near," Draco said eyes still on the spiders. "At least according to the books I've read—Ron, you okay?"
Ron was standing far back, and looked like he could bolt any minute.
"I don't like spiders," he said tersely.
"You've always used them in Potions," Hermione pointed out.
"I don't mind them dead," Ron was looking everywhere but at the window, "I just don't like the way they move….."
"Ah."
Leaving them to their conversation, Harry glanced around for more clues, looking at the floor, his brow furrowed, "There was water here, where do you think it came from?"
Everyone looked down at the dry floor.
"About here," Ron walked a few feet from Filch's chair, "about here, ah!"
It was the girl's bathroom.
"Whelp," Draco said after moment, "in we go."
Ron squawked.
"What? It's out of order, see?" Draco pointed at the out of order sign.
"Not to mention this is Moaning Myrtle's place." Hermione piped up before opening the door.
"This is the most depressing bathroom, ever." Harry thought as he watched his sister go to a stall with its door dangling off the hinges.
"Hello Myrtle, how are you?"
Moving closer, Harry saw Moaning Myrtle floating about the tank of the toilet.
"….You're so cute," he blurted out.
Ron gave him a look, Draco snorted, Luna hummed an agreement, while Hermione giggled.
Myrtle blinked, "I…am?"
Harry nodded, "Like, really cute."
Myrtle after a long moment, giggled.
"Thank you." Still giggling, she started floating up to the ceiling.
"You made her happy," Luna stated as they watched her go up.
"Yep," Hermione agreed.
"Think she saw anything that night?" Ron wondered watching the ghost too.
Myrtle was doing loops now.
"Can't hurt to ask," Hermione murmured, "Harry, you should probably do it."
"Okay. Excuse me, Myrtle!"
It took a minute for the ghost to come down to their level, she still looked happy.
"Yes?"
"I was wondering. On Halloween night, a cat was attacked outside this bathroom. We were wondering if you saw anything funny."
Myrtle suddenly looked less happy.
"No," she sniffed, "Peeves had upset me so much I came in here and tried to kill myself. Then, of course, I remembered that I'm—that I'm—"
"That's okay," Harry said hurriedly, looking worried for her, "I understand."
After chatting for a bit, and promising to visit again, they left. Draco barely closed the door when a voice had everyone but Luna jumping.
"Ron!"
It was Percy, shiny Prefect badge and all. He looked at them, then the bathroom. Back at them, and back at the bathroom. Finally he sighed.
"Do I want to know?"
"Erm, most likely not," Ron admitted.
Sighing again, Percy came over. He looked around and grimaced before speaking, "Getting caught here of all places is worse than you all coming out of the girls' bathroom," he told them. "Whatever it is you're doing, stop. Or else I'll write to Mum, and Mrs. Malfoy."
Draco gulped.
~.~
Naturally, none of them listened to Percy, which is how Luna, and Hermione found themselves in Severus's office. The Professor was currently somewhere else.
"Oh my, this is a surprise."
"What were you two just doing?"
Straightening up, Godric listened as Salazar quickly steered the conversation to another subject.
"And what can I help you two with?"
Hermione and Luna glanced at each other, before Hermione asked, "Um, how come you're in Daddy's office?"
She had figured out that the portrait in her father's office housed people, and had a plan on how to handle them. However, she was not expecting to see two of the Founding members!
"Ah, well, that's mostly because your father is very entertaining," Godric grinned now that everything was in order, "and he tells such wonderful stories, most of them about you and your brother."
Hermione smiled.
"Now, what can we do for you? Are you looking for your father?"
"We're here to snoop." Luna stated bluntly.
Salazar and Godric blinked at the answer and then looked over at Hermione. The girl nodded, showing no ounce of shame.
"….Wow, okay then." Godric slowly grinned, "And why are you snooping?"
"We're looking for clues about the Chamber of Secrets."
"…..Ummmm…"
Hermione's eyes narrowed in suspicion. Godric glanced nervously at Salazar, who turned from the children and pulled him closer.
"We should tell them" Salazar whispered.
"Are you crazy!?" Godric whispered back in horror, "Severus will use our portraits for firewood!"
"True, but I'm pretty sure if we don't they'll just keep looking, and may end up with the wrong information."
Godric frowned, he couldn't fault the other's logic. "Fine."
They turned back to the two girls who had apparently found Severus's hidden stash of sweets, and were making their way through it while waiting for the two portraits.
"How did you—never mind, I'm going to tell you what I told your father."
~.~
"Okay, so according to Mr. Slytherin, the Chamber can only be opened by someone who can speak Parseltongue, and it can be learned through a spell."
"And that spell is in one of the books in the Restricted Section."
"And they upped up the patrol since….Ms. Norris and Colin. It's impossible to sneak out, even Fred and George don't dare try."
"Erm, well, there is one way," Draco admitted, "we'll just have to get a professor's permission, or rather a certain professor's permission."
After his…oops, Lockhart did everything in his power to get back on Severus's good side, though Severus would tell you he didn't have one. With that mind, Draco set his plan in motion two days later. He had Harry approach Lockhart after class while he and the others lingered in the doorway.
"Erm, Professor." Harry started.
"Ah, Harry, what can I do for you?"
"Well, you see, I wanted to get a book out of the library. Just for some background reading, but the thing is, it's in the Restricted Section of the library, so I need a teacher to sign for it—I would ask dad, but he's been so busy lately with what's happening—and I'm sure it would help me understand what you were saying about the slow-acting venoms in Gadding—"
"Gadding in Gouls!" Lockhart finished eagerly, taking the note from Harry, smiling widely, surely this will help his relationship with Professor Snape, "One of my favorite books. You enjoyed it?"
"Yes!" Harry smiled brightly, "Never have I known someone who dealt with such a situation so cleverly!"
Lockhart's chest puffed up at the praise.
"Well, I'm sure no one will mind me giving such an eager student a little extra help," he said warmly, pulling out an enormous peacock quill.
He scrawled an enormous loopy signature on the note and handed it back to Harry. Harry thanked him and hurried back to the others before he could be pulled into another conversation.
"He didn't even look at the note." Ron shook his head in disbelief.
"Just be glad he didn't," Hermione said as they made their way to the library. "Nice thinking, Ray."
Draco grinned.
When they arrived at the library, Luna was waiting for them by the door.
"Part two is a go." Draco said as Harry gave Luna the note.
Luna gave them a dreamy smile and entered the library, making her to Madam Pince, the librarian. Upon seeing the note, the lady gave Luna a confused look. Among the staff, the girl was…..unique, smart, but unique.
"Moste Potente Potions?"
"The unicorn in need of the storm," Luna sighed dreamily.
"…..Right."
After checking to make sure the signature wasn't forged, Pince made her way between the lofty shelves and returned several minutes later carrying a large and moldy-looking book.
"May you ankles be lovingly nipped," Luna told her as she carefully put it into her bag, and turned to leave.
She paused, and looked to her right. It was Ginny, once again on her own and looking a lot less pale. That did not stop this uneasiness Luna felt in her stomach and made a note to talk to one or all of the girl's brothers. Finally, she made it out.
When eyes turned her way, Luna smiled, "I have it."
"Great!"
~.~
"Okay, that looks beyond painful."
The five children were in Myrtle's bathroom once more, crowding around the book and looking over the Potion Draco said would get them into the Restricted Section - the Polyjuice Potion. The pictures were not at all pleasant to look at. Myrtle, after cheerfully—well for her—greeting them and chatting for a bit, went into her toilet.
"This very complex, Ray," Hermione murmured as she looked over the ingredients. "It'll take a month to create this, and while most of these we can get from the student store-cupboard, the others are going to be a bit tricky. Those are in Daddy's personal cupboard."
"We could ask Fred and George," Ron spoke up, "your Dad lets them raid it for their pranks. I'm sure they could sneak some out."
Harry pointed at one part. "The last thing we'll need is a bit of whichever Professor we'll be changing into."
All five looked at each other.
"Lockhart," they said in unison, before giggling.
It wasn't long before they fell silent under the weight of what they were going to do. Sure, it would take a month, but this was the best plan they had to find out who or what was attacking the students, and had attacked Colin.
"You guys don't—" Harry is interrupted by Luna of all people, smacking him on his shoulder, "ow!"
"If we haven't left by now, then there is no way we're going to," she told him, voice firm.
The others all nodded and made noises of agreement. Harry after a long moment, let out a long breath of relief he didn't know he was holding.
"Thanks, guys."
~.~
It was late when his fireplace flared, and a disguised Voldemort stepped through.
"So, explain to me why I had to hear that not only my Harry was injured, but some imbecile has his beady little eyes on you from Lucius, and Remus?"
Severus didn't even look up from the pile of homework, homework that he was supposed to return to his sixth year students a week ago. Thankfully, he had never in his whole career told his students when he would grade and return homework—granted he knew his more observant students had figured it out—so they wouldn't notice that he was actually behind.
Still, he was behind. Between figuring out the attacks, finding a cure, and making sure his children and students were safe, grading was the least of his worries. All and all, he did not look very pretty when Voldemort arrived.
"I was going to owl you about that," Severus sighed tiredly, "but things got a bit busy."
Voldemort's expression softened. "Lucius also told me about that too. He said the child was a friend of the children. How are they handling it?"
"Harry is taking it the hardest. Apparently, the child, Colin, had been coming to visit him when he was attacked. He feels responsible."
"That's just—"
"I know, but Harry thinks otherwise."
Humming, Voldemort lifted Severus's hand and kissed the back of it. "Do you want me to speak with him?"
"If you think it will help, I can set up something."
Voldemort nodded, then after a long look at his lover, pulled out his wand. Severus found himself floating to his bathroom, quill still in hand.
"Milord." Though his voice was tired, there was a hint of warning.
Voldemort ignored him as he spelled the tub faucet to turn on. While the tub was being filled, he spelled the still floating Potion Master's clothes away and lowered him into the tub. Severus found himself being washed from head to toe by the Dark Lord, who kissed away his grumbling. After both body and hair was clean, Severus got out, intending on getting dressed and back to his homework.
Only to be lifted and settled onto a strong shoulder, carried to the bedroom, and dumped face first into the bed.
"Get out of this bed," Voldemort warned as he rolled up his sleeves, "and I'll spank that lovely arse of yours."
Severus, who had started to roll over, paused, and settled down on his front. A warm breeze dried him off and he jerked when something wet splattered on his back. Warm hands slid up, spreading what he now knew was oil, fingertips digging into tense muscles.
The Potion Master was soon groaning in pleasure, body limp and muscles unwinding under the surprisingly talented hands.
Voldemort smirked.
The last thing Severus remembered before he drifted off to sleep, was a gentle kiss to the forehead, and a quiet reassurance that everything will be alright.
~.~
"Alright, Hedwig, you know what to do," Harry whispered to his owl at breakfast, stroking her feathers.
Hedwig hooted and then with a flap of her wings, she was in the air and diving to snatch a stripe of bacon out of a Hufflepuff's hand. Hermione noted that it was the girl she often overheard talking bad about Luna.
"Hey!" The girl exclaimed, glaring at her giggling friends.
Hedwig, prize in hand, glided over to the Staff Table and landed on Lockhart's shoulder.
"Oh, hello there," Lockhart greeted, taking note of Severus watching curiously. "Aren't you a pretty girl."
Hedwig coo'ed and went about eating her stolen bacon, Lockhart, after a quick scratch, resumed his own meal. When he was nearly done, Hedwig had long since finished her own meal and moved herself to the nest of artfully arranged blond hair. Lockhart had tried to shoo her off, but a few sharp nips to his fingers had Hedwig the victor, and Lockhart sighing in defeat.
Suddenly Hedwig took off with a few blonde strands in her talons.
"Ow! Careful!" Lockhart scolded.
By then, Hedwig had reached the Gryffindor table and settled on Ron's shoulder. Lockhart paid her no mind, checking for bald spots in the small mirror he kept in his pocket.
No one noticed Ron pocketing the hairs.
A month had passed and tonight was the night. The Polyjuice Potion was ready, and they had the hair they needed. It was Hermione's idea for only one person to drink the potion, less trouble that way. And it was decided that she would be that person as she had a better chance of finding the book with the clues Salazar had given her and Luna.
The next problem they had to deal with was Lockhart himself. After all it would be bad for the man to suddenly stumble upon his double. Harry came up with an idea and when he told the others of his plan, Ron expressed concern, but only a little bit.
It was Lockhart, after all.
~.~
"And what are you two doing out so late?"
It wasn't that late, not yet curfew, but it was late enough that the last of the students that weren't Prefects should be in their dorms by now. Neither answered, as Harry closed the classroom door, hand tingling as he magically locked it. Then he followed his sister to the Professor's desk.
"Erm, we have a gift for you from our Dad," Hermione said with a smile.
Lockhart's brows furrowed. "A gift…..from Severus?"
Harry and Hermione nodded eagerly.
"Yes, a cupcake!" Hermione chirped as her brother placed the small box carefully on the desk.
"Cup... cake?"
Hermione shifted nervously and glanced at her brother.
"Well, an apology cupcake," Harry explained quickly. "Dad felt he kind of overreacted about my arm, he's always been over-protective, and with everything that's happened—anyway, he made these cupcakes as an apology."
"Oh, I see!"
Lockhart looked very excited, and when he opened the box, it was with much care.
"This looks very lovely," he complimented, "you couldn't tell from the looks of him, but your father had such an artistic flare."
Harry made a mental note to tell the House Elves that their frosting decoration was well received, which was a good thing. He could bake cupcakes well enough, however he still couldn't get the decorating right, at least on cupcakes. Cakes were another story all together.
Lockhart admired the cupcake a little more, turning it this way and that, much to Hermione's impatience and Harry's worry. But finally, he lifted it and took a big bite. He barely got one chew in before his head fell onto the desk with a loud thud, and he was out like a light.
"... wow, that was quick." Hermione blinked.
"I think I made it too strong." Harry frowned.
After making sure the man was breathing fine and plucking a few hairs –just in case-, and getting rid of the evidence, they left; locking the door behind them. They hurried back to Mrtyle's bathroom where everyone else was waiting, taking shortcuts courtesy of the Twins.
"He's out, and should be for a while. We also got a few more strands of hair," Harry informed everyone
"Good," Draco sighed, relieved. "Now, let's hurry this up."
Hermione nodded before going into a stall, grabbing the cup Ron had poured the potion in, and the robes that Luna had managed to get along the way. They were Lockhart's, but no one asked how she got them.
"Alright, here goes." Hermione mumbled once dressed.
She downed the potion. There was a sudden dizziness, and a pinch of pain. Vaguely she heard knocking and her brother's worried voice. She wasn't sure if she answered him. It took a long moment before the dizziness stopped, and an even longer moment to finally emerge from the stall.
She was met with silence from everyone before Ron said, "This is so weird."
Hermione giggled, jumping and making a face when what came out was... not her voice.
Ron mumbled, "So, so weird" under his breath while Draco went around circling 'Lockhart'. Luna was bottling more of the Potion for whatever reason, while Harry stared at his sister, his eyes glowing, and she was sure he could see her true face.
"Alright, that's enough," Hermione huffed when Draco started poking her, "you guys need to get your dorms."
"I think the Potion made her bossier," Ron whispered to Draco as they were leaving.
Draco snickered.
"You know, technically, I can give your guys detention."
Luna stayed behind as backup. Also, there was no point in all of them getting in trouble, and worse, gaining Severus's suspicions.
Strolling down the hall, with one hand nervously clenching the extra bottle of Potion Luna had given her, Hermione really hoped she didn't get stopped. It wasn't until she entered the library that she realized none of them had a plan in case Madame Prince was inside. Thankfully, the place was empty.
Sighing in relief, Hermione got to work. She went to the Restricted Section, pulled out her wand and mumbled the spell. It was a finder spell, one she had often seen her Papa use to find buried paperwork, and had insisted on teaching her once she got her wand.
A dozen books on languages lit up, and thanks in part to the index, she quickly found that none of them had what she was looking for. Frowning, she tried again, wording it differently, and only got three books this time, one of them the same.
"This is going to take a while," she sighed.
~.~
It took a long while, in fact. Hermione had to use the extra potion for more time. Now, with barely twenty minutes until the Potion wore off, she hurried back to the bathroom, nodding to a passing patrolling Sprout, empty-handed.
She made it just in time with the last of the Potion wearing off. Luna and Myrtle were talking quietly to each other. When they noticed her, Luna's expression turned curious. Hermione, now practically drowning in large robes, and clutching them to her body, shook her head.
"No, nothing."
"Oh dear."
~.~
Severus couldn't manage a meeting between Voldemort and Harry, but the Dark Lord sent a letter. Severus wasn't sure what was in the contents, but it was obvious that it didn't help his son. For a while, Severus was at a loss and desperate enough to agree to Lockhart's Dueling Club.
Open to all students, and all years. Not surprising, his children and their friends had signed up.
He tuned out Lockhart's speech, only paying attention when he was introduced, as the man's assistant of all things, before getting into position. The demonstration duel was quick, Severus knocking Lockhart off his feet, and feeling a bit satisfied because of it, especially when he heard giggles from the students.
Lockhart was unsteady as he got back to his feet.
"Well, there you have it, let's see. Ah, how about I teach you how to block unfriendly spells. What do you say, Professor Snape?"
"Mmm, not a bad idea," Severus admitted, and it wasn't. Perhaps there was hope for Lockhart yet.
Somehow, Harry ended up facing a fourth year Ravenclaw, whom he remembered giving him and his sister a hard time last year, and who sometimes glared at him in the halls.
Great.
Severus came over to him.
"Remember your shields," he father. "Strike first, as there is a good chance he'll go on the defensive to see what you'll do."
Harry nodded, watching as Lockhart gave the other boy his own advice.
Wands were out, and they faced each other.
"Begin!" Lockhart signaled.
Harry moved, casting his spell fast. "Expelliarmus!"
Severus shivered at the strength of his magic, not even surprised when Harry's spell broke through the older boy's shield and knocked him down. There were a few giggles from the watching crowd. Face red with embarrassment, the Ravenclaw got back up, wand in hand.
"Serpensortia!"
The end of the boy's wand exploded. Harry watched as a long snake shot out of it, fell heavily into the floor between them, and raised itself, ready to strike. There were screams as the crowd back swiftly away, clearing the floor.
"Don't move, Harry," Severus said when he saw his son shift, no doubt to try and pick up the snake. It wasn't poisonous, however he did not want a trip to the Hospital Wing via a snake bite.
"Allow me!" Lockhart suddenly shouted. He brandished his wand at the snake, and there was a loud bang; the snake, instead of vanishing, flew ten feet into the air and fell back to the floor with a loud smack.
Enraged, hissing furiously, it slithered straight toward Justin Finch-Fletchley and raised itself again, fangs exposed, posed to strike.
Harry moved before he could even think, his mouth opening and shouting at the snake, "Leave him alone!"
And the snake did, slumping to the floor, docile as a thick, black garden snake, its eyes now on Harry.
The fear drained away from Harry, and he knew that the snake was no longer a danger. Smiling, he moved closer and knelt down. He held out his hand and the snake curled up and settled around his arm, content.
Smile growing, Harry looked up at Justin only to have his smile falter.
Justin was angry, and scared.
"Are you—?"
"What do you think you're playing at?" Justin snapped and was gone before Harry could say anything.
"What just happened?" There was movement. Harry looked to his right and there was his Dad, wand poised, obviously ready to get rid of the snake, his expression... odd.
"No," Harry said softly, pulling his arm, and snake closer to his chest.
Severus's wand lowered. Harry found himself suddenly tugged through the crowd by Ron, said crowd drawing away in fear. They left the Hall together with the others. Ron kept pulling Harry along until all five of them were in an empty classroom.
"You're a Parselmouth!"
Harry blinked, and when it clicked, looked down at the snake still coiled around his arm. "Oh."
Ron stared at him, looked at the boy's sister, and Draco, taking in their surprised expression before looking back at Harry. "You didn't know?"
"No," Harry said after a moment, "I mean, we live in a wooded area sure, but I've never came across any snakes, well, alive anyway."
His Dad used snake parts for his potions, and usually he just ordered any that he needed. However, he did sometimes go into the woods to catch one if it was an an emergency, Hedwig and Padfoot usually helped. And once, Padfoot had killed a snake when he and his sister had been playing in the woods, and accidentally angered it.
"This... is going to suck," Draco said after a long moment of silence.
"Yeah," Harry sighed as he ran two fingers along the smooth scales.
Most of the older students now tolerated him, his sister, and Draco. However, none of them missed some of the suspicion in their eyes, or the whispers in the halls.
"Well," Luna spoke up, "at least now we can get into the Chamber."
They just had to find the entrance first.
First, thanks goes to my Beta YenGirl, seriously, you guys need to send her like fruit baskets, flowers or your first born child, you know the usual gifts.
Second, try not to think about the time line too much.
Third, yes Harry can see through the Polyjuice Potion, Year four is going to be hilarious.
Fourth: Can you charge an owl as an accomplish?
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