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Chapter 8 - Gryffindor Chamber
'This riddle was Godric's favourite riddle and if you don't answer it right, this chamber will be locked forever, never be able to be opened again, by anyone, without the key,' explained the portrait. 'OK, we'll risk that,' said Harry. 'What has four legs in the morning, two at midday and three in the afternoon?' asked the portrait, 'It is short and easy.' 'Four legs in the morn...' pondered Harry, walking back and forwards across the soft carpet. 'It can't be an animal,' said Ron, thinking really hard. 'Two legs at midday,' Harry continued. 'It's not a bird,' said Ron leaning against the wall. 'Three legs in the afternoon,' wondered Harry, stopping his circles in the carpet and leaning across the walkway in front of the portrait. 'My name is Resternam,' said the wise old wizard, paying no attention to the thoughts flying around the room. 'Does it have anything to do with you name?' asked Ron angrily, meaning that he should tell them later. 'Maybe,' said Resternam in a singsong voice. 'I've got it,' said Harry excitedly. 'Oh goody,' cheered Resternam. 'Yeah, what is it?' asked Ron. 'It's a man,' said Harry. 'How,' interrupted Ron. 'Man always starts as a baby. Babies crawl right!' explained Harry. 'Yeah,' said Ron, 'Keep going.' 'Man walks on two legs during the middle of his life,' Harry continued, 'and in the afternoon (which is the around sixty-five and over in muggle life span) the man walks with a third leg, which is a walking stick!' 'Oh, Bravo,' said Resternam, 'What are your names?' 'He is Harry Potter and I'm Ron Weasley,' replied Ron. 'The password is Red Lion, now enter my smart friends,' said Resternam. The portrait opened to reveal a small room, decorated in red and yellow. Red candles, Red carpet with yellow outlines, a portrait of Godric in the corner. It looks much like a lounge room, a merry fire burned in the red oak and stone fireplace. Comfy couches sat in a circle and a small door saying kitchen on it, probably to supply food to the occupants of Gryffindor's chamber. The roof was medium height and the room looked very inviting to. The walls were a warm stone, and there was a basket full of cozy blankets. There was a very old parchment book, Harry walked over to the book. It had lots of messages in it, but at the front, was a note from Godric, it said;
Dear Gryffindor house members, This chamber has been built for Gryffindors only, those who don't treat this room with respect, will be banned, this room was built so Gryffindor students could study in peace, do homework, or to get away from other house people. Good luck Gryffindors' for whatever you do. Don't forget that there is always a secret to a secret chamber! Godric Gryffindor P.S. Please, please sign the guest book, for record of who has been here.
'I love this place, we should go tell Hermione,' suggested Ron. 'First we sign the guest book,' said Harry, turning to the last page where someone wrote. He gasped, 'Ron, my parents! My parents were the last ones in this room, look there is a moving picture!' said Harry in shock. Ron looked at the picture of the young Lily and James. 'Harry, what was your Mum's last name before she married James?' asked Ron. 'I dunno,' said Harry staring at the picture. He looked at the signature. 'James Potter; this room has given me the top marks I needed to be head boy, Thank-you Godric' read Harry, 'Lily Evans; I love this room, it provides a great place to do homework, like you said, but I still haven't found the secret you mentioned! Thank-you Godric.' 'My Mum's last name was Evans,' said Harry. Ron stayed quiet, he knew Harry was thinking of his parents. Harry signed under his Mum's name. 'Come on,' said Harry, 'I want to come back later.' 'Sure,' said Ron. They left the room, and asked the painting one last question. 'Can we come back?' asked Harry.
A/N: Sorry it was so short! The next one will be longer! Is anyone even going to read this fic?
Chapter 8 - Gryffindor Chamber
'This riddle was Godric's favourite riddle and if you don't answer it right, this chamber will be locked forever, never be able to be opened again, by anyone, without the key,' explained the portrait. 'OK, we'll risk that,' said Harry. 'What has four legs in the morning, two at midday and three in the afternoon?' asked the portrait, 'It is short and easy.' 'Four legs in the morn...' pondered Harry, walking back and forwards across the soft carpet. 'It can't be an animal,' said Ron, thinking really hard. 'Two legs at midday,' Harry continued. 'It's not a bird,' said Ron leaning against the wall. 'Three legs in the afternoon,' wondered Harry, stopping his circles in the carpet and leaning across the walkway in front of the portrait. 'My name is Resternam,' said the wise old wizard, paying no attention to the thoughts flying around the room. 'Does it have anything to do with you name?' asked Ron angrily, meaning that he should tell them later. 'Maybe,' said Resternam in a singsong voice. 'I've got it,' said Harry excitedly. 'Oh goody,' cheered Resternam. 'Yeah, what is it?' asked Ron. 'It's a man,' said Harry. 'How,' interrupted Ron. 'Man always starts as a baby. Babies crawl right!' explained Harry. 'Yeah,' said Ron, 'Keep going.' 'Man walks on two legs during the middle of his life,' Harry continued, 'and in the afternoon (which is the around sixty-five and over in muggle life span) the man walks with a third leg, which is a walking stick!' 'Oh, Bravo,' said Resternam, 'What are your names?' 'He is Harry Potter and I'm Ron Weasley,' replied Ron. 'The password is Red Lion, now enter my smart friends,' said Resternam. The portrait opened to reveal a small room, decorated in red and yellow. Red candles, Red carpet with yellow outlines, a portrait of Godric in the corner. It looks much like a lounge room, a merry fire burned in the red oak and stone fireplace. Comfy couches sat in a circle and a small door saying kitchen on it, probably to supply food to the occupants of Gryffindor's chamber. The roof was medium height and the room looked very inviting to. The walls were a warm stone, and there was a basket full of cozy blankets. There was a very old parchment book, Harry walked over to the book. It had lots of messages in it, but at the front, was a note from Godric, it said;
Dear Gryffindor house members, This chamber has been built for Gryffindors only, those who don't treat this room with respect, will be banned, this room was built so Gryffindor students could study in peace, do homework, or to get away from other house people. Good luck Gryffindors' for whatever you do. Don't forget that there is always a secret to a secret chamber! Godric Gryffindor P.S. Please, please sign the guest book, for record of who has been here.
'I love this place, we should go tell Hermione,' suggested Ron. 'First we sign the guest book,' said Harry, turning to the last page where someone wrote. He gasped, 'Ron, my parents! My parents were the last ones in this room, look there is a moving picture!' said Harry in shock. Ron looked at the picture of the young Lily and James. 'Harry, what was your Mum's last name before she married James?' asked Ron. 'I dunno,' said Harry staring at the picture. He looked at the signature. 'James Potter; this room has given me the top marks I needed to be head boy, Thank-you Godric' read Harry, 'Lily Evans; I love this room, it provides a great place to do homework, like you said, but I still haven't found the secret you mentioned! Thank-you Godric.' 'My Mum's last name was Evans,' said Harry. Ron stayed quiet, he knew Harry was thinking of his parents. Harry signed under his Mum's name. 'Come on,' said Harry, 'I want to come back later.' 'Sure,' said Ron. They left the room, and asked the painting one last question. 'Can we come back?' asked Harry.
A/N: Sorry it was so short! The next one will be longer! Is anyone even going to read this fic?