Chapter 4: Revelations and Inquiries in Secret.

Author's Note: I Apologize for the corny chapter title, but I felt it was appropriate. Have fun reading it!

A few weeks went by and Samuel had arranged for the enchantments on the classroom and his office, so muggle objects would work in those rooms. Professor Flitwick was very agreeable to performing the enchantments. Samuel and the small professor got along well, and Flitwick even agreed to making a few objects for Samuel to help with both his teaching, and his mission. The other professors and most of the students were accommodating enough to rearrange their schedules a bit that there were no more three student classes. After a few discussions on the different postal services, Samuel taught the students about such fascinating things as telephones, and computers. He showed them how to build a simple telegraph-like machine using copper wires, small electric lightbulbs and a few pieces of springy metal. The students learned how to use a telephone correctly, in case they ever had to contact muggles. His section on Communication was almost over, and Technology was about to start.

"Alright guys, there's an exam over what we've learned the last several weeks coming up. You'll need to demonstrate to me one at a time using a telephone. I'll need you to list about eight different ways muggles communicate, as well as eight ways wizards do. Talking face to face, and message in bottle type stuff won't cut it. You'll need to list advantages, and disadvantages of both. History of the telegraph and telephone may be on the exam as well. You'll also need to be able to tell me what you've learned, and how you think it will or won't be useful." Said Samuel. "I'll be passing out most of the written parts tomorrow, so you should have plenty of time to complete them. Think of it as a take home test."

One of the students raised his hand. "Mr. Green, will there be any extra credit?"

"Yes, I think we can do that. I'll tell you what, I'll get a buzzer to put on the telegraph here, and we'll string it to my office. I'll tap out a message, a simple one, and those of you who get at least three fourths of it right, will get ten points to your grade, half will get five, any less will get one or a half point, depending on how much less. None at all won't hurt you any."

"Why are you teaching us Morse code if muggles don't use it anymore?" asked a Ravenclaw boy in the front row asked.


Samuel turned to that student and tilted his head slightly. "Well, while most countries have officially opted to use encoded radio signals, many ships and such still have the capability to send morse code. It's useful, and even though out of date, it's still a standard that they use." He said. "Besides, it's easier to build a telegraph from scratch then a phone system, though they work on the same principles."

The student nodded and wrote a few notes down.  Samuel took a seat behind his desk and looked through a stack of papers in his briefcase.

"Halloween is in two weeks. Is that a big event around here?" he asked. The students excitedly told him about the Halloweens they had experienced at Hogwarts and what went on.

"I'm looking forward to it." Said Samuel. "I don't really see anything else for today, and this is my last class of the day. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to let ya'll out early. If anyone asks why you aren't in class…."

"Tell them we're out to study for a research project." The students chimed in unison.

"Very good."

The students quickly gathered their things and went out the door. Samuel gathered a few papers, placed them in his book case, closed it and walked out the door. Professor Dumbledore was walking down the hall just as Samuel closed the door to his class.

"Early dismissal?" asked Dumbledore.

"Yes, is that alright?" asked Samuel. "I just thought since they all have exams in a few days…"

"It's fine, It's fine." Dumbledore said quietly. "I used to let my students out early all the time."

Samuel nodded. "I see. I'm still a bit unused to teaching."

"From what I hear, you have the most interesting class in the school. Many more students, and a few professors are planning on attending your class next semester." Dumbledore said as he pulled a small blue and white paper box from his robes. "Lemon Drop?"

"Oh don't mind if I do." Said Samuel as Dumbledore poured out a few small yellow balls of candy into his hand. "Shall we got to my office? I assume you didn't come here to talk about my class."

Dumbledore nodded. "Very observant."

The two walked down the halls towards Samuel's office. Dumbledore took a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk, and Samuel took the chair opposite of him.

"I'd offer you something to drink, but my reserves are a bit low." Said Samuel.

"No need." Said Dumbledore as he waved his wand at the desk. Two mugs of coffee appeared. Samuel took one and sipped it.

"Very nice."

"Thank you. Tell me how has your progress been?" asked Dumbledore.

Samuel reached over and tapped a small disk on his desk until it glowed blue. He leaned back slightly in his chair and nodded.

"The Observer and I have gathered a list of children of former death-eaters. Watched them closely as well. The only one I can come up with is Draco Malfoy, and that would be too obvious to even be considered, though I wouldn't put it past him. At least from what I gather from the students, no one likes him. Especially not Potter and his lot. Mary Jenkins, the Observer I told you about, hasn't seen anything at all. You know how good they are at finding things." Said Samuel. "I rather think it's not a child of a death-eater, just a very ambitious or deceived student. I really hate to say this, but there's little chance of finding this spy unless I catch him reporting something, or Voldemort strikes here."

"Aaah." Said Dumbledore with a nod. "Good, good, I'm sure you'll catch them a lot faster then we can anyway. I hope it doesn't come to the latter. How about your studies?"

Samuel scratched his head and took a sip from his coffee. "I'm beginning to understand the old ways to a large degree now. It's amazing how simple it all is, and at the same time how complex it can be. I've even tried a few spells." Said Samuel.

"Do they work?"

"Actually, not at all. All I've managed to do was cause a slight disturbance in the air. I think that might have been a coincidence even." Said Samuel. "So far I haven't managed to find anything on how the Opposites used their abilities. Other then resisting magic, I haven't found anything about what their abilities were."

Dumbledore nodded. "I don't know much about them myself."

"You know the old ways, the old magic. You know how it worked. Certainly you know where I can look." Said Samuel.

"Look at your heritage, Mr. Green." Said Dumbledore, emphasizing the word 'Green'.

Samuel nodded and looked out the window. "It's all so sudden. Five years ago I thought magic didn't exist for real, and now I'm part of it. Why me?" he asked.

"We do not know the workings of fate. What we do know, is that you're the best equipped to help us." Said Dumbledore.

"I don't believe in fate." Said Samuel.

"I know, I know." Said Dumbledore. "I must be going.". The old wizard stood up and started out the door.

"I have one question, Sir." Samuel said. "Is it alright if I look around the grounds at night? I don't just mean patrolling the campus, I want to look inside the house common rooms and such."

"I can't have you searching through student belongings." Said Dumbledore.

"I won't, I just need to look around when no one is up and about."

Dumbledore nodded. "Do you know where they all are?"


"Of course, I have passwords for this week, but I don't need them either." Said Samuel with a grin.

Dumbledore smiled and started out the door once more then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small book and tossed it to Samuel. Samuel looked at the book and then looked at Dumbledore with a puzzled look on his face.

"There's no title." Said Samuel.

"It's a copy of parts of my journal, about events that have happened over the last several years. You might find it useful." Dumbledore said as he bowed slightly and walked down the corridor away from Samuel's office. Samuel opened the book and began to read from the beginning. Several years was an understatement, the journal had pages from over 50 years. Samuel read of Tom Riddle, and Hagrid, and other events that took place around that date.

"How old is he." Samuel mumbled under his breath, as he turned a page in the journal. He read through a few pages and read of Voldemort's doings and events surrounding him. On and on he read when he heard the familiar sound of a student walking down the hall. He quickly put the journal on his desk and picked up another book and began reading it. Someone knocked on the doorpost of his door.

"Door's open, you can come in." he said, without looking up from his book. A small red haired girl entered the room slowly. Samuel lowered his book and placed it on his desk.

"Ginny, how are you?" asked Samuel as he stood up to show her in.

"I'm ok, how are you?" she stammered.

"I'm fine. Ginny, you're shaking. Are you sure you're ok?" asked Samuel.

Ginny sat down on one of the chairs and nodded . Samuel sat across from her and smiled.

"What can I do for you?" he asked.

"I think I know who the spy is." She said slowly.

"Really? Who?" asked Samuel as he glanced at the glowing blue disk on his desk.

Ginny squirmed uncomfortably in her chair and looked around. "No one can hear you."

Samuel assured her.

Ginny stared down at the floor and slowly said, "Me.".

Samuel stared hard at Ginny and shook his head. "You?"

"Yes, I was the one that opened the secret chamber and released the snake three years ago." She said.

"Why did you do that?" asked Samuel. "What snake."

Ginny twisted in her chair a little. "A boy named Tom Riddle made a diary a long time ago, and put part of himself in it. I found the diary and wrote in it and Tom took control of me." She said.

"Tom Riddle? I read that name." Said Samuel as he picked up the journal and flipped through it. He looked up at Ginny and turned towards the end of the book and grimaced. "I see. You know what this means?"

Ginny started to sniffle and nod as tears started streaming down her face. "Yes."

"What?" asked Samuel. "I sure don't."

"He could be using me as a spy. I'll be shipped to Azkaban." She said.

"I doubt that. It says here that Harry destroyed the diary, well mostly, and the shade of Tom Riddle. Bright young man Harry is, or lucky beyond all imagining. The latter more then anything I imagine." He said as he closed the journal. "You were being controlled by a book, not Voldemort. Besides, if they really thought you were a problem, they wouldn't have let you sign up again this year. They let Draco Malfoy come this year, look who his father is. He's one of the biggest supporters of the Dark Lord there is I'm told."

"I'm just afraid it'll all happen again." Ginny said between sobs as she tried to regain her composure. "You don't like Harry?"

"Oh I like him just fine. I'm a bit of a realist though." Samuel said. "An untrained eleven year old boy taking on a very powerful wizard and winning just seems unlikely. Many things are possible with the old magic it seems though. He did it again last year didn't he? God is watching him like a hawk."

"You believe in God?" asked Ginny.

"Yes I do." Said Samuel. "It's not fate that Harry had the brother of Voldemort's wand, or that Lily Potter was able to do what she did for him. I really believe deep down it wasn't"

Ginny nodded. "Who's book is that?" she asked, pointing to the journal that Samuel was holding.

"Oh, Dumbledore gave it to me." Samuel said as he fanned through the pages a few times. He blinked and flipped a few pages and read. "Isn't Mad-Eye Moody an Auror?"

Ginny nodded. "A Dark Wizard Catcher."

"So were the Longbottoms. Hmm, looks like they had a son. Does a boy named Neville Longbottom go to school here?" asked Samuel.

"Yes, he's in the same year as my brother and Harry. Why?" asked Ginny.

"Do you know him?" asked Samuel.

Ginny blushed. "He took me to the dance last year."

"You didn't go with Harry?" Samuel said jokingly.

"He asked too late." Ginny said with a sigh.

"Could you introduce me to Neville? I need to ask him a very important question. He's not um… still really tore up about his parents is he?" asked Samuel.

"I don't know, he was brought up by his gran. What happened to his parents?" Ginny asked curiously.

"I better not say, that's his business. I think he can help me though." Said Samuel.

"He's very clumsy."

"Doesn't matter, it's something he may know that I'm interested in." said Samuel.

"He's also forgetful."

"That's alright, I'm capable of questioning people in such a fashion that he remembers." Said Samuel. "What house is he in?"

"Same as us."

Samuel nodded and he and Ginny talked a few moments longer before dinner time. That night Ginny introduced Samuel to a shy round faced young man from Gryffindor house, named Neville Longbottom. Samuel asked Neville into his office the next day and asked if his parents had a library. Neville told Samuel they had a large library full of books with information Aurors needed, and more. When Samuel asked Neville if he could get a list of the books, Neville agreed to write his grandmother. Samuel thanked Neville and sent him on his way.