Hello everyone, I welcome you to the next chapter of A Pagans View. Got some positive reviews. I am proud to announce that the pairing for this story is going to be…... Luna Lovegood. I was looking over the archives the other day and noticed that there isn't a lot of Harry X Luna or if there is it's with other girls or after the seventh year.
So I hope ye enjoy this chapter. Oi Silver do the thing.
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You know the disclaimer.
Silver: I shout you out in my story, Book One: Naruto the Guardian, and you make me do the disclaimer?
Look you're the one who took weeks to post your latest chapter even when all you had left to do was the author's note. Do it and I will stop harassing you
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Harry Potter was a brilliant student; never let anything else be said otherwise. In all significant cores, he was ahead of his peers. In the few months he had to himself before coming to Hogwarts, he had not left his room unless it was to eat. The Dursely's treated him as if he was cursed and didn't interact with him at all. Not that he minded.
He was absolutely in love with magic and the possibility of learning everything he could, which is why the hat stuck in with the 'Claws. On Monday, he had Herbology with Grrfyindor, followed by Charms with the same class. After that was a double Potion class with Slytherin; afterward was lunch. His last course of the day was Defense Against the Dark arts with Hufflepuff.
He quickly ate, excited for his first class. He noticed out of the corner of his eye a mop of red hair approaching him. Ron Weasely, if he remembered correctly. His mind ran through the text he read. The Weasley family was Pureblood through and through, though, in the last war, Aurthor's Father had denounced the dark lord. Voldemort named them blood traitors, and if he remembered correctly, they were on the lower end of the WIzarding Elites.
"Good morning to you, Mister Weasley. Excited? We got herbology and charms first." Harry said, neatly wiping his face. His excitement got the redhead to blanch.
"You're excited about classes?! Merlin, no wonder you're a Ravenclaw. I can't imagine being excited about classes first thing in the morning," He said in shock.
"Well, unlike you, Mister Weasley, I did not grow up with Magic. I've been raised with muggles. The thought of learning new magic is exciting to me." the giant boy replied, causing Ron to blink and frown.
"You were raised with Muggle? How odd," he said and walked away, obviously confused. He rolled his eyes. He noticed the clock and quickly made his way to Penelope. "Excuse me, Miss Clearwater."
The blonde-haired girl looked up from her book. "Good morning Mister Potter, how can I help you?" she asked
Harry nodded towards her, "Yes, may I ask how to get to the greenhouses from here? I didn't get a good look last night when we entered the castle." Penelope nodded as she closed her book and grabbed her bag.
"Right you are, follow me then," she said, giving a nod to her friend. They walked in silence out of the great hall and out the door. She pointed to her left. "Follow the dirt path all the way around the wall. Should see it then, if you don't then just remember that if you make to Hagrids Hut then you've gone too far"
Harry nodded his thanks and took off. He was generally early if could make it and had no problem sticking to his routine. He saw a huge plot of land with multiple greenhouses around them. The very first one had a sign on it. 'First Years here' he smiled and walked in noting that only the professor, a small plump woman, was there. "Good morning Professor."
"Good morning Mister Potter. Mind helping me for a moment?" she asked, carrying some boxes. Harry dropped his bag in a seat and helped the older witch carry some boxes from the storage unit attached to the greenhouse. "For a claw, you certainly don't seem to mind menial labor"
"I've been working my entire life, Professor. So it's not a problem." He replied. Sprout smiles and nodded.
"Well, ten points to Ravenclaw for helping me. Go on and take a seat. The rest of your class should be here soon." she said and walked off to a board and began writing some notes. It wasn't long before a bushy-haired girl walked in and smiled before she huffed at Harry.
"And here I thought no one else would be here early." She stuck her hand out to him. "Hermione Granger."
The boy shook the hand with a grin, "Harry Potter. The rest of the class should be here shortly" he said. Hermione nodded and sat beside him going over a book, all the while sliding him looks.
"Are you sure you're 12?" She asked biting her lip, "your awfully tall" Harry rolled his eyes,
"Yes miss Granger, I'm sure of my age. I just hit a growth spurt." He said, allowing silence to fall over them. Not much longer the rest of the class filed in.
"Good morning class. I am Professor Sprout. During your years here, I will teach you everything you need to know about plant life, magical and nonmagical. For those who take to Potions, mind your studies in Herbology as well, as most of your ingredients will come from this field of study." The professor said bringing up a rather weird-looking plant. "Can anyone tell me what this plant is?"
Harry looked around. Hermione seemed to bite her lip as he could practically see her go through her memory banks. He also noted another boy sitting next to him, the same one from the train, who seemed to know but was apparently too shy. Neville Longbottom, heir to the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Longbottom.
He didn't know what happened to his parents, but Lady Augusta Dowager Longbottom was running the house and the seat on the Wizengamot. According to one of his studies, House Potter and House Longbottom had some kind of millennium-old alliance. That brought many questions, but those could wait for now. "If you know the answer you should respond," he said softly, causing the other boy to jump slightly. "She'll probably reward points."
Neville looked scared for a second but nodded with a gulp and slowly raised his hand. "It-it would be a tiger lily, Professor." Sprout looked over for a moment nodded.
"Five points to Gryffindor. Do you perhaps know why we grow a muggle plant in the magical world?" she asked. Neville widened his eyes at the points he earned, but he shied away from the question. Seeing this Harry sighed and decided to make good on the alliance.
"While the Tiger Lily is a nonmagical plant it has very many similarities to jasmine, an ingredient in sleeping potions and love potions. It is also the only muggle plant that can be substituted for jasmine for the Felix Felicis, also known as the Liquid Luck potion." Harry said in the same soft voice, but clearly
This caught Sprout off guard but she smiled widely. "Fifty Points for Ravenclaw, for answering a NEWT level question. I'm not sure what you study but keep at it. That knowledge is usually taught in sixth years potions. I bring it up to first years because it serves to point one simple fact., Herbology is both magical and muggle." Harry smiled and nodded as Sprout continued her lesson.
Hermione was wide-eyed, seeing a boy answer a question she couldn't, well it was unheard of for her. She studied ahead, and she would admit that Herbology wasn't her favorite subject, she thought she would still be ahead of her peers. She openly stared at Harry for the rest of the period, trying to outdo him whenever they were asked a question.
To her surprise, it was Neville who answered most of the questions instead of Harry, who only ever answer a question if they couldn't. She would keep an eye on him, she had to be the best. Her books would not fail her.
Harry simply rolled his eyes. He saw what she was doing and simply ignored it, not wanting to make things worse, but he had suffered at the hands of the Dursely for years. He wouldn't hold back his knowledge for anyone's sake. He simply just wanted to learn everything he could about magic.
The class itself wasn't that interesting to Harry but he was determined to be a dutiful student. He was glad when Sprout had let them out if only to get out of the gaze of the Granger girl. He quickly followed the class not really paying attention, trying to remember where the Charms room was.
"Merlin mate, how'd you know a NEWT level question? Why would you know the answer? That stuff is way beyond us. Why not slow down, we could play chess!" Ron Weasley said, coming up from behind him. Harry frowned at that. Chess was fun, but he wanted to learn magic, why would he stop for anything?
"And why would I do that Mister Weasley? Magic is exciting to me, chess would be fun, but so is learning to control the mysteries of magic." Harry said. Ron looked shocked.
"Don't tell me?! You're a bookworm? Well, we need to get that sorted. Have you read anything about quidditch?" Ron started to rattle off.
"Well excuse you but some of us like our books thank you very much," Hermione said with an indignant sniff.
"You must be as blimey as him then. What use is cramming your head in those books anyway? You could be doing something so much more interesting." Ron said with an air of disbelief. Harry was starting to get annoyed, and he could tell that Hermione was starting to get a little upset, it was the next line that sent her off. "Go be a know it all somewhere else, I need to get Harry over here introduced to the wonders of Quidditch."
The taller raven head could see wetness appearing in Hermione's eyes. She said nothing but ran ahead, clutching the book in her hands, this caused Harry to frown but he held himself back, not knowing if approaching the girl would make things worse or not. "Mister Weasley, I think that was a bit much," he said and walked ahead as well, the redhead was oblivious to what he had done.
Harry walked into Charms, a bit calmed. As he entered he saw Hermione in the corner, her eyes a little red. He frowned again and gave her a look. As if knowing, she looked up as well. She saw emerald eyes looking back at her with a hint of worry and she gave a weak smile. The class followed behind shortly.
The tiny professor entered as well and climbed a stack of books and began calling role. In his excitement, he fell off of said books. After a short speech, he showed them a very basic spell. The Lumos charm, the ability to create light with their magic. Harry idly noted that the spell was supposedly used to test magic strength and control by brightening and dimming the light.
What also held his attention was the rest of the class, as this was an excellent way to determine thor strength, and compare it to where he was. The only person in Ravenclaw was Terry Boot, who was able to produce a small flash but could not hold the spell. Outside of Ravenclaw, there were three lions that held his attention.
Ron seemed to find the class boring if his lack of energy was anything to go by. Beside him was Hermione Granger, who was trying to explain the spell to him. Though there was a bit of harshness in her voice. The last lion, Nevile, also seemed to be struggling. The poor boy was beside him. Harry noticed something odd. The wand he was using had wear and tear evident on it. "Mister Longbottom, why does your wand look old and damaged, if you don't mind me asking?"
Neville looked embarrassed, "This is my Dad's wand. My grandmother wanted me to use it so I could honor his memory. Lumos" He finished with a jab and nothing came out. Harry frowned as he remembered Olivanders words from he got his wand.
"Mister Longbottom, if I may. I don't mean to disrespect your father but this is a simple spell. If you're struggling with it then it could be that you have a mismatched wand. Olivander told me-" Harry started.
"A wand chooses its users. If a wand doesn't choose you then you will be incompatible. Five points to Ravenclaw for helping your fellow student. Mister Longbottom, I will have a talk with Professor McGonagall and a letter to Madam Agustas. While having your father's wand is indeed a good way to remember him, having a mismatched wand as mister Potter said is also very dangerous." Flitwick said. "And mister Potter, while helping your fellow student is good, I have yet to see you even try to cast the spell."
Harry nodded as he raised his hand, a small ball of light sitting on his palm appeared. Flitwick looked shocked. "You can cast wandlessly, and nonverbal. That's not taught till the sixth year. 20 points to Ravenclaw and an explanation mister Potter"
The raven-haired boy sighed as he noticed the entire class staring at him. He snuffed out the light and straightened his back. "May I have a word in private Professor?" he said. Professor Flitwick noticed the rest of the class and nodded. He quickly walked out of the room, Harry followed behind him.
"To start you need to understand one thing. My entire life I've lived with my Muggle Aunt and Uncle. I did not grow up with magic. When I was six I teleported away from my bully of a cousin and his friends. That was a strange accident and I soon learned I could do that on will with a little concentration. I soon learned that my relatives knew something as when I showed my aunt and uncle they beat me, telling me that freakishness like that wasn't welcome in their house." Harry started.
"Wait, you are being beaten at your household? For using magic?" Flitwick said with a pale face.
"My Uncle HATES magic. To an unholy extreme. My aunt is indifferent to it, probably because of my mother but she is no nicer about the beatings. Anyway, I started to experiment on my own, trying to will magic. It was slow but I was learning. When Hagrid came and gave me my Hogwarts letter I finally had an answer, and when he took me to Diagon Alley, I had research material." Harry said "That was in June. So I studied in July and August before I came. I believe I am ahead of most of my classes."
Flitwick, still in shock, nodded absently. "Go back to class and help out your peers." He said and walked back into the classroom. "Class, I need to make a short trip somewhere. Please continue to practice the spell. If anything happens, the Ancient Runes class, taught by Professor Babbling, is down the hall." And he was gone. Harry noticed the looks again and shrugged. He didn't know what the tiny half-goblin was doing.
(With Flitwick)
Said Half-goblin was quickly making his way up the Grand Staircase, to the headmaster's office on the sixth floor. The story he had heard from Harry unnerved him, stopping by the fifth room floor he peeked his head into a classroom. McGonagall was teaching her fourth-year class, good.
"Professor, may I borrow you for a moment?" he asked The Gaelic witch stepped out with a confused looked on her face. "Could you come with me to the Headmaster's Office, I have heard a rather unique story and I need your perspective. Would you mind?"
McGonagall raised an eyebrow but nodded as she quickly stepped in and stepped back out. "What is this about Filius?"
"I assure you, Minerva, it's important. Please, You'll want to hear this." Flitwick said as they approached a pair of gargoyles. "Peppermint Fly" the stone statues leaped to the side and revealed a stairwell leading up.
Albus was looking over a book and writing notes when they came. "Filius? Minerva? Can I help you?" he said over his half-moon spectacles. For the first time since his tenure started Both McGonagall and Albus saw the charms professor with a look of rage on his face.
"Albus, I've just come from my first-years charms class with my claws and the lions. Everything seemed to be going fine when I noticed something. Mister Potter was not practicing the spell, he was observing his classmates. I was making my way up to him when I overheard his conversation with Neville Longbottom. Speaking of, Minerva, you need to write a letter to Augustas, she is making mister Longbottomw use his father's wand, which is not suitable for him."
"Of course, I will make it a priority, but something else troubles you" McGonagall pointed out.
"Indeed, I interrupted the conversation and asked Harry to perform the spell, Lumos. He cast it with his palm, no wand no incantation." He said when Albus interrupted him.
"With his palm?" He asked. Flitwick held his hand out, palm up, and concentrated hard. A ball of light came to light for a few seconds before he snuffed it.
"Just like that, except it was like second nature to him. After I rewarded him points I asked for an explanation. He asked for it to be private. We walked out and he began to explain. Did you know that his guardians don't like magic? And that Harry discovered his magic rather early?. He started to perform accidental magic on purpose and when he tried to show his uncle they beat him for it. So he did it in secret?" he asked, his fury rising. Out of the entire staff, he was the only one who knew how Harry had ended up at the Durselys, besides the two in the room.
McGonagall looked shocked before her fury started to rise. "Albus Dumbledore! You told me that he would be safe there!" Albus looked shocked, for both of their fury and the story.
"He told you he was being beaten?" he whispered in horror. "But surely they wouldn't hurt their own family." a voice behind him spoke up.
"It is true Professor, I saw it when I was sorting him," Esquire said from his spot on the shelf. "If not for the fact my magic prevented me, I would have told you beforehand."
"Could you provide more insight?" Albus asked all three professors looking at the Hat.
"I can skim through a student's memories to acquaint myself with their character. The magic woven into me prevents me from talking about anything I see, for the student's privacy. That you learned of his abuse is the only reason I can talk about it. And on that matter, all I can say is that his aunt and uncle absolutely abhor magic and the beating he receives...well I would recommend Mister Potter to a mind Healer if not for the fact he has learned to overcome the trauma." the hat spoke causing McGonagall to grow white in horror.
"Albus, I will not allow him back in that Household do you hear me?" she whispered, "I owe Lily a life debt and will not dishonor her. Even if he has to stay at this castle over the summer, he will not go back."
The older wizard frowned and shook his head. "I cannot do that Minerva. As much as it pains me, he has to go back." Flitwick started to growl.
"And why, pray tell does he have too!" He said in a low voice.
"On the house I have set a powerful blood ward, to protect him from any of Voldemorts men that would want revenge," Dumbledore explained. "It is a self-renewing ward. He'll have to go home every summer to keep it active"
"But why can he not stay at Hogwarts? It is even safer than that house is and he'll be safer from inside threats than outside threats" Flitwick said his voice slightly louder than a whisper. McGonagall nodded in agreement. "We are teachers, we have a duty to the school and a responsibility to the students who attend it."
"I do not dispute this Flitwick, but if we offer this to Harry then we would have to offer it to every student who doesn't feel safe in their homes" Albus retorted. "We can not allow the school to host students over the summer. The staff will not be present to watch them."
"You know, if you tried to prove his godfather's innocence then he would have a home to go to," Minerva said with a glint in her eyes. Dumbledore sighed. "Don't give me that Albus, he was sent to Azkaban without a trial. No one knows what happened that night. You damn well know you could use your authority as the Cheif Warlock to secure him a trial, if not then surely as the Supreme Mugwump."
"ENOUGH," Dumbledore said, magically enhancing his voice. "This conversation is going nowhere. We cannot offer young Harry resident in the castle and he will have to go home at the end of the school year. The incarceration of Sirius Black is grave but without any evidence to prove his innocence then he will remain in Azkaban."
Flitwick growled again. He said nothing and left the room. McGonagall steeled her eyes. "Albus, while he can't stay in the castle you know there is a safer option for him," she said nothing else and left allowing the headmaster to be alone.
"Why do they have to argue, don't they see? It's all for the Greater Good," he said, slumping over his desk. Fawkes trilled from his position. "You're right my companion. They wouldn't know, nor would they understand" he muttered.
(With Harry)
Harry sighed as he entered the Potions classroom. This class was with Slytherin. Once again he was the first one in the classroom. 'Which is to be expected. We had a fifteen-minute break and I came here straight from Charms.'
As he sat in an empty seat he noticed the black-cloaked professor staring at him. "Good day to you Professor," he said in a polite manner. He looked like he was ready to retort with something but stopped himself. He mainly just stared at him, as if he didn't believe something.
This is exactly what Snape was thinking, 'No this isn't right. He should be just like James Potter, disrespectful, and arrogant. Not as polite as LIly, and Why is he so bloody tall!' he thought to himself. A few more students walked. Da[hne Greengrass and Tracey Davis were a few of them. They took the seat behind him. 'And why is he a Ravenclaw. He should be a dunderhead like his father, like Gryffindor'
"Hello, Mister Potter, enjoying your classes so far?" Daphne asked, pulling out some supplies.
"Please, Harry. Mister makes me feel old. Charms and Herbology weren't bad. I think I gave Professor Flitwick a heart attack though. Apparently wandless and nonverbal magic is somewhat rare at early ages." Harry said, unaware that Snape was listening.
"Um, they aren't Harry," Daphne said, forcing herself not to say, mister. "Most first-year students don't have the power or mental fortitude to cast without a wand. Are you saying you can?"
"Well, the first spell he showed was Lumos, the light making spell. And well…" He simply held his palm and focused. A small ball of light appeared, shocking both the students and Snape. With a smirk, he concentrated again and the ball started to move started to rotate around his hand. Harry started to sweat at the focus he needed but the looks he got were worth it. With a grunt he let the light disappear "
Snape was speechless. 'No this can't be right. He shouldn't be able to do that. Not this early. Not even Lily could cast nonverbally until her third year. And wandless magic was something she was never proficient in. Not only is he polite he's also nothing like James Potter…'
The rest of the class started to come in, Snape noted that Draco had sat next to Harry and they were making Idle conversation. He stood and got their attention "There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few who possess, the predisposition... I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death."
He looked around the room and saw the entire class focusing on him. "And it seems we have a celebrity in our midst. Tell me, Mister Potter, Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
The young Potter blinked and concentrated. "I believe you would make a strong sleeping potion. The Drought of Sleeping Death, I believe"'
This threw Snape for a loop, questions like that were reserved for his upper years. "And where would you look if I asked you to get me a Bezoar?"
"I believe you would find one in the stomach of a sheep" he responded again after a minute of thinking.
"And what is the difference between Monkshood and wolfsbane?"
This caused Harry to frown. "Those are the same plant aren't they? It also goes by the name Aconcite."
Snape pursed his lips, "Close mister Potter. A bezoar is found in the stomach of a goat and will save you from most poisons. And Wolfsbane and Monkshood is the same plant but it is called Aconite not aconcite." he looked at the rest the class and waved his wand, the board sprang to life with instructions. "You'll be making a boils cure potion. Instructions on the board."
Harry saw the instructions appear and nodded. "Cousin Malfoy, if you will set the cauldron and the prep table, I will grab ingredients." seeing a blond nod he moved over to the ingredients cabinet. This potion only needed three ingredients, but the process was time-consuming.
He brought the needed supplies as Malfoy lit the cauldron. The two started to work in silence as they read the board. Snape kept an eye on them, trying, and failing, to despise the boy. Harry kept an eye on the bubbling of the cauldron noting the color. He also Draco about to add the crushed snake fangs. "Hold Cousin. I think you added too much of the snake fang to the mortar. We need four helpings of it. That looks to be a bit much."
"I thought it was four-horned slugs?" Draco said, looking back at the board. "Oh, four crushed snake fangs as well. Hold on" he said, placing the mortar down and begun to measure. He brought it back to the snake's fangs back and added it to the cauldron. It went from blue to purple. Harry nodded as he stirred.
By the middle of class, Snape called for the students to stop and begun to examine the potions. "Mister Nott, you let it simmer too long. Keep an eye on your timer. Parkison, you added too many quills. This Potion is too acidic for anything else." he muttered and finally reached Harry's and Malfoy's. "Ah, beautiful Mister Malfoy. It is exactly as it's supposed to be."
"Eh, Professor, I didn't brew it, Potter did. Or as to say, he did most of the work. I just crushed the snake fangs." Malfoy said, giving Harry a look. Snape raised an eyebrow.
"Of course. Five points to Ravenclaw." Snape said and moved on. Harry smiled at the points. "For the rest of the class please read chapters 1 through three and write me a report on the necessary brewing safety." And so class went on in silence.
The rest of the day wasn't anything spectacular. Other than after the evening feast. Harry had decided to talk to McGonagall. Asking for directions from an upper-year. The room itself was easy to find, but for some reason, Harry was having trouble knocking on the door. Gulping he knocked. He heard an affirmative and walked in.
"Mister Potter? Can I help you?" she asked, remembering the conversation from earlier.
"I wanted to hear about my parents if you had a spare minute." He asked hesitantly. The older witch smiled and offered him a seat. "Care for some tea mist Potter? Nickel" a small creature appeared next to her. It had big floppy ears and bright blue eyes. It was also wearing a green apron. "Could you bring me some tea, please? Thank you"
"What was that professor?" Harry asked.
"That would be a house-elf mister Potter. A creature of unknown origins however they live to serve, literally. I recommend 's book, a guide to the home. It goes into detail about them. But enough about that. What do you wish to know?" She asked.
"Did...did they love me? All my life, all I've ever heard was that they died in a car crash. Hagrid told me the story but I know nothing about them." He admitted.
McGonagall smiled at him. She flicked her wand over at two empty mannequins. They slowly started to transform. In their place was a mimic of James and Lily Potter. "This is what they looked like when I last saw them. To answer your question, they loved you dearly. You were a year and four months old when You-know-who attacked. In that time frame, I never saw them any happier."
Harry walked up to the statues and just stared. He was already taller than both of them. He nodded and went back to his seat, happy that he finally knew what they looked like. Minerva saw the look in his eye. "They were exceptional students Harry. Your mother was very controversial in her school days. She was considered to be the brightest witch of her age, which was unacceptable to the purebloods that attended the school. Try as they might, but Lily graduated at the very top of her class."
"And what about me dad?" Harry asked. McGonagall smiled as she began to bring up memories. "James Potter was an Enigma. He belonged with the Slytherins almost as much as he belonged to the Lions'. He grew up a pureblood and knew everything a proper pureblood should know. But when he was in school, surrounded by friends, he was just another student. He was a prankster and grew very close to…" she stopped herself and frowned. Albus had once told her that Harry would be better off not knowing who his godfather was.
"Who professor?" Harry was listening astutely. Minerva sighed but decided that hiding the truth would only do more damage.
"Sirius Black. Your father's best friend and best man at his wedding. They were like two peas in a pod. So close were they, that when Lily found out she was pregnant, they named him your godfather on the spot." she said. Harry was silent as he processed this information, a number of emotions filtering across his face. "How much do you know about your parent's death, Harry?"
"I know they were killed by Voldemort, and that they were actively rebelling against him during the war. And that my mother did some kind of ritual to protect me." Harry admitted. McGonagall sighed again.
"Keep this information to yourself. Technically. I'm not supposed to know and neither are you. When your parents went into hiding in Godrics Hollow they had cast the Fidelius Charm. A very strong privacy ward. Went cast it hides anything the ward stone is set to. Only those who know the secret can see it. When it is cast a secret keeper is appointed. Only they can reveal the secret or in this case the actual location of the house. It is wildly believed that James and Lily made Sirius the secret keeper."
"So that brings to light the question of how Voldemort found them. Which could only mean that Sirius betrayed them to the mad wanker." Harry summarized. McGonagall gave a sad nod.
"Indeed Harry. Another of your father's friends, Peter Pettigrew, found your parents and gave chase to Sirius Black. They dueled in the middle of the street. 14 muggles were killed in the explosion and the only evidence they found of Pettigrew was his left middle finger. And in the middle of a crater was Sirius Black Laughing madly. Of course, no one knows exactly what happened that night, as this was all speculation. Only Sirius Black can tell the story of what happened. magic residue off the finger confirmed it was Peter's hand but all other witnesses were dead. Currently, your godfather is in Azkaban. Has been ever since that night." She said.
"You don't believe it, do you, Professor?" Harry pointed out.
"No Harry I do not. Out of the few times, I saw you as a young child, Sirius was very protective of you. I dare say more than your father was. I also can never imagine a world where Sirius would betray James. They were practically brothers. Especially after Sirius ran from his own house. He stayed with Charles and Dorthea. But there is no proof. As such there is nothing I can do. Now we best be off. It's almost curfew." she said.
"Of course Professor. Thank you," he said and left. He started to make his way from the third floor down to the second when he felt something. It almost felt like it was resonating with his magic.
'No, it's like when I had that vision. This isn't magic. This is sedir like Folnir told me.' Harry hesitated for a moment before he closed his eyes and started to concentrate. He could clearly fill the ancient energy. He started to move, not opening his eyes as he followed the trail he could feel. He opened his eyes as he stood in front of a door.
It was a girl's bathroom. 'Why?' he opened it up and looked around. There were eight stalls and in the middle was a pillar where the sinks rotated around it. Following the trail again led him to a sink farthest from the door, closest it to the wall. The trail ended right in front of it.
Harry started to examine the sink finding nothing out of the ordinary on the sink itself. It wasn't until he started to examine the piping did he find something odd. He found a snake motif on it. He frowned as he concentrated, an idea popping in his head. He squinted his eyes opened. open~ he hissed.
Harry knew of his ability to talk to snakes. In his research, it was called Parsletongue. It was viewed as a dark ability so he had wisely kept it to himself. To his surprise, he watched as the sink began to shift up as a hole appeared in the pillar leading down. Not seeing any steps he focused again, ~Stairs~
Once again, to his surprise, the stone started to move as blocks came out of the wall, forming a stairwell down. He hesitated again, staring at the darkness. He nodded to himself as he grabbed his wand. With a swish, two orbs of light appeared around his shoulders. He started to walk down the stairs. He noted that it took ten minutes of walking before he reached the bottom.
At the bottom, it revealed there was a corridor leading further inward. Harry slowly started to make his way in looking around. The cobwebs were very apparent to the tall boy that no one had been down here in years.
His first real discovery was a piece of skin. Or rather a sixty-foot long piece of shed skin from a rather long and large snake. He steeled his eyes as he advanced forward. After making a few twists and turns he came upon a large door that had some type of snake-themed lock.
After hissing it, the seven different heads started to move backward as another snake started to travel around the door. After the last head moved, he heard a large click and the door started to open. Inside the room was a giant statue of ahead at the very back. It was a very spacious room. No doubt about it, the sedir trail he had been following led to this room.
He started to look around when he heard another click. The mouth of the statute started to open and Harry heard something else. ~Who dares enter the chamber of Salazar Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts Four.~
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Dum dum duuuuuuuuum. Bet you weren't expecting that were you? Harry found the Chamber of Secrets and the basilisk! I have a special plan for it. One I have not seen any other fanfiction.
Anyway, I hope ye enjoyed and thank you to Silverkingofgames for being my beta.
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