Harry Potter and the Evil Twin

Chapter 8: The Fifth Year Secret Society

As Harry was reading the letter, there was a loud rattling of his bed curtains and in burst a figure. Harry quickly reached for his wand, but lowered it when he saw who the figure actually was.

"Woah! Harry, it's just me. Did you get one of these letters?" Ron asked holding up his letter.

"Yeah, I did. Are you gonna go?" Harry asked climbing at of bed.

"Yeah. Seamus and Dean are going, too. You know, just to check it out." Ron explained. "Are you going?"

"Yeah, I guess I'll go and check it out." Harry replied. After the four boys had gotten changed and found a mask they quietly crept through the Gryffindor Common Room and out through the portrait of the Fat Lady. Since the letter had said to come alone, the three boys split up. Harry, of course, was picked to go first.

Luckily he had his Cloak of Invisibility so he went unseen. It was very quite as Harry crept through the dark Hallways. He remembered last year when he had snuck out to use the Prefect's Bathroom to try and find out what the Tri Wizard Tournament egg had meant.

Suddenly Harry stopped walking. He had heard footsteps in the distance. The were getting closer ad closer until a hooded figure stepped into the light.

"Whose there?" Harry said in a disguised voice. Although he knew the figure couldn't see him, Harry remained close to the wall of the corridor. The hooded figure spun around looking for the owner of the voice.

"Whose that?" it called back still looking around. As the figure walked around Harry noticed it was about the size of a small boy. Harry, feeling tougher, walked slowly up to the figure, still invisible, and pulled up the cloth covering his face.

"What the hell?" the now revealed figure said throwing his hands out, trying to grab something.

"YOU!" Harry yelled pulling off his cloak and grabbing for his wand. "What are you doing here?"

"Well aren't you the polite one," Gabriel scoffed reaching for his wand. "What I'm dong is none of your business. I think the question is what are you doing here?"

"None of your business," Harry said mockingly. "You shouldn't be here. You don't even belong to Hogwarts."

"Actually, I do," Gabriel said, a wicked smile appeared on his face.

"As of when?" Harry asked still gripping his wand tight in his pocket.

"As of today. I just registered up for Hogwarts. I'm a foreign exchange student." Gabriel explained, still smiling. His cold gray eyes narrowed on Harry. "I surprised your even up and walking, Harry, after your little accident of the Hogwarts Express."

"And we all know whose fault that was," Harry said getting madder by the moment. He's even worse then Malfoy, Harry thought to himself.

"My fault? How could it be my fault. I just got to your school today," Gabriel said.

"Don't be a smart ass, Gabriel. You were there and you caused the Flue Fire." Harry said gripping his wand so tight that he felt his hand was going to fall off. "Your the little twerp that almost got Neville and me killed!"

"I'm not saying anything, but even if I did do it, there's no way you can even prove it. As far as Dumbledore and the rest of the students here know, I'm just an innocent new exchange student," Gabriel said his smile becoming wider. "If you don't mind, I've got somewhere to be right now."

"That's fine with me," Harry yelled walking off in the opposite direction towards the Astronomy Tower. When Harry finally got there it was almost midnight. Perfect timing, he thought to himself climbing the long staircase to the top and pulling on his mask.

As he walked through the door he saw a high table in the center of the room. All around it were smaller tables all filled with masked people. Harry took the empty seat closest to him. As he looked around more closely, he saw that sitting in the high table where 5 people, all wearing black robes and black masks. After what seemed like 15 minutes one of the black clothed people finally spoke.

"I'd like to say welcome to everyone that showed up. To fill in some information for those of you who don't know about us, we are the Cobra's. We're what you can call, a secret society. Everything that we do is to be kept secret, because if you do tell even a single word, it could result in some bad happenings. As you know, we are a very exclusive group and only the best wizards are excepted." The figured explained and sat down. Another one stood up.

"We will be testing your skill and bravery in a number of challenges. The first shall be a Wizard duel. You each shall be partnered up. Hits above the head shall be disqualified. We are not here to kill all of you, so no spells to incredibly damage will be allowed." The second figure said. Another figure got up and walked to each of the tables, carrying something.

"You will all be given a number," it said putting a sticker on everyone's robes. "You must always keep this number on you. Remember it." When he finished, he started paring all the masked people up. Harry was partner to the kid sitting across from him. Suddenly the tables were pushed away revealing three 4 rinks. Another black figure came around pushing a pair into each rink. Fortunately, Harry and his pair were not picked to go yet. He and the four other pairs set along the wall, watching the other four start to fight.

After about fifteen minutes it was Harry's turn to fight. He and his partner walked into the closest week. Harry reached for his wand, trying to remember any spell that would help him. A whistle blew and it was time to fight. The figure across form him reached his wand in the air, ready to say a spell, but Harry was quicker.

"Stupify!" Harry yelled. Harry's spell was a direct hit and his partner fell to the floor. When he got up again, Harry could see he looked a little dazed. Again he raised his wand but Harry already had his raised. Remembering in their second year when Ron's wand had backfired and made him spit up slugs, Harry yelled, "Flubfiddilus!" Again his pair was hit and started to cough up little slugs.

"Winner!" one of the figures in all black yelled holding up Harry's hand. "What's your number?" Harry had forgotten about that. He looked down and read the number on his robe.

"Number 9," Harry said, relieved that his fight was over.

"Very good. Winners of the matches should return tomorrow night at the same time. You are free to go. " Harry walked through the door, down the staircase, and back to the Gryffindor Common Room. As he climbed into bed he thought to himself, what a day!