Yo! This is an important A/N so read it!

So first of all, this chapter is the not beta-ed version, Webstriker being busy for some days, I preferred to feed you that one now and update the cleaner version when it's available.

Second, I wanted to say it again because I don't think it was clear, but this story will have 3 parts, we're currently at something like 3/4 into the first part. And when that part is done, I'll have a break of 1 or 2 months to prepare what's to come, at least better than I was for the first part.

Lastly, the 1 chapter/ week seems too much for me to maintain, so I'll get to 1 every two weeks. Sorry for that but now at least you know it.

Okay, now the reviews:

LoukasCastle: Thanks a lot, reading something like that really make me wanna keep going!

Mark1: Thank you for another review, I really appreciate it, as I say it really helps!

CaskettFan5: Thanks for worrying, nothing like that just my stomach. Yeah you got that right, idk if I said this before but my story is following the butterfly effect caused by Chaos, that's where the AU comes from, otherwise the rest should be canon. Personally I just think Chaos is just too lazy too talk too much and let Harry do the rest. Tbh, I read some fanfic where Poppy was like that and loved the idea. Thank you again!

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The Headmaster of the most prestigious magical school in the United Kingdom was sitting on his favorite wooden chair in his office. That chair always helped him gather his thoughts. He did not know why but sitting on it made his brain work at its utmost capacity. The reason he was on it today was not different from the other times. He had something to think about, something that required his whole attention. The safety of his students.

It was a recurrent issue since Harry Potter came to Hogwarts for his first year. However, Dumbledore always thought he would be able to deal with the matter without much trouble, after all who would dare to oppose him? He was not the most respected wizard in the world for nothing.

It seemed that what he feared the most happened without him noticing it. The power had gone to his head, the years of peace had made him less careful. He, who refused the post of Minister of Magic, kept helping the latter take decisions. In the end it only made him a mastermind who pulled the strings behind the scenes. That resulted in him believing he was some sort of omnipotent entity.

The last three years hurt his pride more than it ever was hurt, especially with how high his self-esteem was and in the end could not even protect students in his own school. The thing he swore himself to be was almost ruined in those three years. People like Lucius Malfoy used it for their benefits, and even Cornelius Fudge started going against him. However, that was not why Dumbledore started reflecting on himself. He actually started this year after Harry Potter showed signs of changing. His academic results were drastically better, his friends circle became wider, his magical prowess' were unheard of and more importantly, Dumbledore's newest discovery; his Occlumency.

He had spent some time with the young boy in his detention and never felt any protection in his mind and was actually thinking of teaching him if possible. However, a few months later his mind is unreachable, even for someone like Dumbledore. Of course, he had not tried his best and just brushed his mind as he usually does with everyone. It was more a reflex he got during the war than anything else, but when he saw Harry today, he brushed his mind as usual, and he felt nothing. Usually a mind cannot be empty, something is always happening in there, even with a broken mind. However, with Harry it was just empty, no barrier, no wall, no thoughts, nothing.

It scared Dumbledore for two reasons. The first being the emptiness, it was not normal, and he felt that if he tried to dive into it, he would just lose himself and that could be even more dangerous for the owner of the mind in question. The second reason was that whatever the way, Occlumency was not self-taught. It would make Harry's progress more understandable, but the fact that he could do it while not being discovered by Dumbledore was scary enough.

At first he thought that it was Voldemort who possessed his body but after his 'talk' with the boy it was quickly discarded. Plus, he knew Tom's Occlumency barrier, it was nothing like that emptiness, more like a fortress.

All of that, added to the fact that someone was clearly trying to interfere with the tournament made Dumbledore feel uneasy. As if something big was preparing itself under his nose and he could not see it. Someone was trying to make something with Harry in this competition and endangered the whole school while doing it. A creature he never saw in his entire life appeared and tried to kill Harry Potter, it was only targeting him despite the other champions and merpeople around. Thankfully, not knowing what it was did not help it save itself from death and being transfigured into confetti and being sent to Newt Scamander.

His uneasiness grew even stronger after thinking of all that, he felt that something bigger was happening close to him and was mocking him for not being able to spot it.

"Alas, I guess I will not be able to find the answer today," he finally said to himself after sighing, "Maybe some rest could help me."

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Harry definitely hated infirmary. He spent so much time here through his years in Hogwarts but never quite liked it. Not only did he not like the white, but the Potions he had to ingest were more disgusting than ever. It was as if the matron did it on purpose so the patients would be careful to not end up in here again. If it was true, it was a plan worthy of the devil itself.

Harry fell asleep the moment he finished the potion the matron gave him after Dumbledore left the infirmary. He woke up after a while, no dream, no Chaos, just good old sleep. Something he had missed, but not today. Today he had a lot to ask his mentor and seeing that he was not there made the young Gryffindor desperate.

What happened in the second task honestly frightened Harry. That sort of dangerous event had happened a lot since his first year, and he thought he was getting used to it. But it seemed that he was not. Neither was he ready to defend himself, or at least not totally. All the spells he knew were useless, except one, the one he did not want to use. And even that only worked partially, he was almost as useless as he was before. His life was safe only because of sheer luck.

I need to step up my training, it's clearly not enough. I should ask to—

He was interrupted in his thoughts by the door slamming open. A group of people quickly entered the infirmary and rushed towards him, and before he had the time to do anything two weights jumped on him. Their hair gave away their identity. Bushy brown hair and straight black, respectively Hermione and Astoria. Both of them started talking fast at the same time, Harry did not get a single word out of it and thought his head might explode if not for Daphne's intervention who slapped the back of her little sister's head.

"Ow! It hurts Daffy!" She got hit again.

"If it hurts, think about what jumping on a patient would do to him." Daphne looked at Harry worriedly.

The latter did not feel anything though. It seemed that his injuries were healed, or that Pomfrey made him take a potion that reduced the pain. He looked around to see who else came and found Ron and Tracey who were both smiling at him.

"I'm fine, Daffy, don't worry." A silence followed Harry's declaration; he started feeling very cold despite being inside the infirmary. Everyone in the room looked at him with a baffled expression, everyone except Daphne.

"Oh, so you're fine." Daphne said with that terrifying smile she always wore when Harry did something he shouldn't have. "You won't mind if I do this then?" She pinched his thigh so hard that he felt tears coming up to his eyes.

"Sorry." He managed to say through his pain.

One of the weights on him started to move. "Are you really alright?" Hermione asked quietly. "And what exactly happened down here? Professor Dumbledore said you're the only one who knows exactly what happened." Not waiting for his answer, she eagerly kept asking.

"It's still unclear, even for me." Harry honestly said. "I was down the lake, with the four hostages—"

"What do you mean four hostages?"

"All of us? Wicked!"

Hermione and Ron exclaimed at the same time.

"Yeah, about that…" Harry knew the idea he had was unfair for the rest and Hermione would not like it at all. "Hem, I might have decided to take the four of you, so the other champions do not get any points…" He saw Hermione's scandalized face and decided to use his trump card. "Thanks to that the creature did not harm anyone, so it was actually good."

He felt a hand gently land on his. He looked at the owner of the small hand and met the cobalt eyes of Daphne, filled with worry. "You were hurt, so it was not that good." She said in a quiet voice.

Before he could answer, Tracey, who stayed quiet until then interrupted the moment they were having. "What was the spell you used? I've never seen nor heard of anything like that."

Every head in the room turned towards him with different expressions on their faces, from incomprehension to awe.

"About that…" Harry had no idea what to say to escape this situation, even the truth would sound like a lie here. "To be honest—"

"I told you to not disturb the patient when he's recuperating," Madam Pomfrey appeared suddenly as Harry's savior, "and here you are crushing him and harassing him with questions. He needs rest! Go back to your dorms or whatever, shoo! I don't want to see you in the infirmary again today!"

They were chased out by the terrific matron.

Harry looked around him only to find he was the only person in the infirmary at that moment. However, something he did not notice at first, was the amount of packages and letters on a table next to his bed.

"It's for you, some from your friends and the rest from admirers." He did not hear the nurse coming back but she was now next to his bed with a mug in her hands. He recognized it instantly; it was the instrument of torture he was subjected to during his stay in the infirmary; another potion. After that he just fell asleep.

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"E is really well appreciated."

Once again Harry woke up in the infirmary, but this time he had no desire to open his eyes. He did not want to have a conversation with a French girl first thing in the morning, plus she did not seem to be alone, so Harry deduced she was with her fellow champions, and he did not know how to face them after literally stealing their hostages. He was sure they were here to ask him about it.

"It depends on the time of year really," laughed the voice of Cedric Diggory, "You should've seen him in second year, or even just a few months ago, people were terrified of him."

"Why?" Delacour asked.

"In second year, it was because he's a Parselmouth, and a few months ago—"

Harry had enough and decided to intervene.

"Why don't you tell them my school grades while you're at it, huh." He said in an annoyed voice while redressing himself on his bed.

"Oh, you were awake?"

"Are you always zat grumpy wiz everyone?"

Beauxbatons and Hogwarts champions asked at the same time.

"Yes, and no, your face just annoys me." He said. "So, why are you all here?" He saw Krum against a wall in front of his bed, looking at him with the scowl that was always present on his face.

Fleur was pouting so Cedric decided to answer him.

"First of all, we just wanted to thank you for saving our friends and family." Harry frowned slightly. "You must've had a hard time trying to get them safe while you were followed by that creature, and even like that you thought of getting them out of the lake before yourself."

Don't tell me they think the reason why I took the four of them was because I wanted to save them? I mean the conclusion stays the same, but my intention was to steal their thunder after all.

"You must've felt that something was wrong and decided to save them, and for that we are grateful."

Harry was gobsmacked, they misunderstood everything and while he was trying to form a sentence, something weird happened; Fleur Delacour, the haughty French woman hugged him and kissed both of his cheeks.

"You saved my sister; I will never forget zat 'Arry Potter." And then she just walked out of the infirmary, leaving the three utterly shocked men behind.

"Hem, you saved Cho too," Cedric Diggory said, and Harry started dreading what was to follow, "but don't worry, I'm not going to do the same, actually I just came to say thank you. Rest well and see you in the last task!" He left too.

Only Harry and Krum remained, and maybe Madam Pomfrey, but there was no way to find out if she was here or not, so he decided to not count her. The international Quidditch star met his eyes, nodded his head, and left too. Why does he have to be so weird, why come if he doesn't say anything.

Harry decided to go through all the mail and gifts he received, deciding to only open the one coming from people he knew. He preferred to be careful with all the articles from Skeeter, he did not get the time to see if she did it again and honestly he did not care.

"Potter, that's the last one. Bottoms up!" The matron's voice resonated behind him, almost scaring him to death.

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Weeks passed quickly as Harry trained more and more. He regained the drive to improve faster than he had at first. Chaos told him to forget the wordless magic for a while and focus on his offensive arsenal. He did not say much about it, but Harry did not need it, for once he got what Chaos meant instantly; he wanted for Harry to do what he already did two times now; creating new spells. To convince Harry, Chaos reminded him it was still silent magic, however the raven-haired boy took it as a defeat, and decided he would succeed after working on his offensive spells. The helplessness he felt during the second task was stronger than the feeling of defeat he got from silent casting.

Harry was skeptical at first, his conversation with Hermione a while ago reminded him how Chaos' way of learning magic was not conventional. He found it easier and could not understand why no one used it that way. So, he asked Chaos and ended up listening to a whole History lecture. However, before he could fall asleep like Harry always did with Binns class, Chaos revealed something way more interesting.

Flashback

Harry had left the infirmary some days ago and decided to focus on his training. He learned that he was ranked first among the champions and that they all had half of the points. Fleur was now second, followed by Krum and Cedric who both had the same amount of points.

Harry always tried to improve his silent casting. He could not understand why he could do it for modified spells, but not for already existing ones. The only difference he could see was that as they were new spells he 'invented', they had no incantations, and so they were silently casted by default. His failure at that exercise was infuriating, because it reminded him how slow he was. Silent casting was one of the first steps of his training and Chaos told him it was the first step towards wandless magic. It has been months since, and he still could not do it, while he could make new spells or defend his mind, it was not something he wanted so much, he learned those by coincidence or because Chaos deemed it would be useful to him.

"Don't fret, some people train their entire life to achieve what you've achieved, only to fail." Chaos interrupted his train of thoughts, in the 'dream'.

"What's the use if I can't even do simple things that students learn in sixth year anyways." He replied moodily.

"Drop it for now, and focus on learning offensive Magic, something like the second task could happen again and you'll need to be ready."

"Any idea of how it happened? Or why?"

As usual when Harry asked him about the attack, Chaos ignored him. Harry wanted to punch him every time but was not sure if he could actually hit him, he was not physically here.

"Alright," Harry sighed, defeated, "I will."

Harry thought about the spell he could learn and remembered the lake incident. He knew a fair number of spells, but not even one worked against the creature. That is why Harry decided to create or modify more spells.

"By the way, I had a question." He suddenly remembered his conversation with Hermione. "I'm not the best student or wizard in Hogwarts, I'm totally aware of that fact. However, no one has thought about using magic like that, it's a lot easier than what we learn in school and more useful too. Hermione for example could do better than me, I'm sure of it, she's brilliant."

"Then try it. Ask her to do something similar, you'll see if it's that easy."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that you're not like everyone else," Harry wanted to sigh at something he had heard since the first time he got into the wizarding world. "Don't misunderstand, more talented or stronger minded wizards than you existed before, exist now, and will exist after you." Chaos marked a pause to let it sink. "However, that's not how Magic works, let me tell you why it has been abandoned."

Harry almost fell asleep in a dream, his speech lasted for a long time. Detailing how that method was born, its peak and its downfall. But Harry did not really care, it was not useful for now, what he needed was something that would make him improve and answer his question.

"— Now, regarding your situation, it's a bit more complicated. Like I said before, wizards in the past did not try to 'tame' their Magic like nowadays. When a wizard is born his Magic is 'calm' it should start becoming more savage at the age of thirteen, and that's why Magical education starts at eleven, so you can tame your Magic before it becomes hard to do it. Something that was not done before."

"Does it mean that muggleborn's magic is less tame than kids who lives around magic since they were born?"

"Theoretically, yes. Because it's not school that tames it, it's the fact of learning magic as it's taught nowadays. However, it's not something systematic."

"Does it have something to do with the imagination?" Harry started to get it somehow.

"Exactly."

"Okay, I think I get it. However, I'm not the only muggle-raised wizard and I still got to Hogwarts at eleven."

"Yes. Your situation is … Quite new if I could say." Chaos stopped for a second. "You see, your Magic was more or less the same as everyone else when you were born. However, it changed, something like a year after." Harry's inside froze, it was about Voldemort. "You see, during that unfortunate event, something happened. A part of that Voldemort guy went into you, that's why you can talk to snakes."

Harry was hyperventilating right now.

"What do you mean a part of him is in me?" Panic had never attained such heights in Harry's body.

"Don't worry about that for now, I can assure you that it's not a real problem for now—"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE A PART OF HIM IN ME." Harry screamed.

"Alright, chill man." He snapped his finger and Harry was now sitting on a comfortable chair. "I'm telling you to not bother about it right now." Harry tried to move and scream again but was now mute and apparently stuck in that chair. "As I was saying, when it got into you, it wanted to eat you from the inside and completely consume you, and it would if not for your mother. Even in its weakened state, consuming a little kid would not have been so hard to do. However, your mother's protection strengthened your Magic and made it possible for it to fight against that piece of Volde-guy. Your Magic fought for her freedom for years and honed its instincts. That's why your magic is wild; it was fighting for its life."

"Now about that Volde-guy since you won't stop asking, it was an issue when it happened, and when your mind was not protected. But now, it's useless, for him and for you. When you'll be Magically stronger than the owner of that piece, we can discuss it again. But for now, just see it as a free Parseltongue pass."

Harry had the impression Chaos was too vague but could not say anything about it, literally.

"In conclusion, to use Magic like that, you have to 'un-tame' your Magic. And for a regular person, too much time passes, and it requires too much effort, so no one bothers, plus it's not as spread as before. That's why you wouldn't see it much. Now, sleep." He then ripped the air with his hands and Harry fell asleep.

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That conversation did not leave him indifferent, be it the part about a piece of his arch nemesis cohabiting in his body, or the fact that he had a wild magic. He could not stop making nightmares for the little time he slept. Always the same, he was facing another Harry Potter, one who had red eyes, and a Slytherin uniform. He did not do anything, but Harry too could not do anything, he was forced to face him, and it was what made Harry anxious, his whole dream was facing an evil version of him.

He took a lot of time trying to actually feel what was inside him. Not that he did not trust Chaos, but he wanted it to be false so much. It was a bad idea because the thing he felt made him cry like a baby. He could not really see what it was, but the feeling was the same as the diary of Tom Riddle in second year.

Harry often woke up covered up with sweat and ended up not being able to sleep after, it made his complexion look even worse than usual with huge dark circles under his eyes. His friends were worried about him and tried to talk with him, but with how much time passed in the Chamber, he did not have to face them that much. He knew it was not a permanent solution but for now it would do.

Harry almost abandoned his lesson for the benefit of his training in the Chamber, and while at first he was not asked to attend or scolded by any professor, he felt their gaze on him when he was in the Great Hall, especially Dumbledore. The latter was looking at him a lot recently, as if he was trying to get some question answered just by looking at him.

However, it did not deter Harry who just decided to just not show up in the Great Hall anymore. The day he did decide that though, he received a letter from his godfather. Apparently he was going to be present at Hogsmeade during their next outing. That almost made him want to stop his isolation, but a Skeeter's article was quick to change his mind, he did not want to think about what she had written, but apparently it was the new talk in the whole school. That is why he was now in the Chamber alone during a Friday afternoon, the day before he was supposed to meet Sirius.

"I'm done." Harry dropped on the floor.

He passed the whole day trying to get a new spell, a dangerous one. One he saw before but with less dangerous effect, more precisely in second year, by their fraud teacher. The one who made the bones in his arms disappear. Harry thought for a long time about spells he could learn, and actually could make a lot of simple ones like to explode things, cut, or whatever. But he could already do that with regular spells, so it was not that worth it. The only bonus it brought was the cast time and the lack of incantation, however it would be useless against a creature like the one that attacked him.

Harry then thought about what could defeat most of the opponents he could face. At first he thought of the Avada Kedavra; however, Chaos had advised him against it, saying that the Unforgivables were spells that were so because they acted on the soul. Trying to modify it with his ability would most likely mean death for him. Plus, even if it worked, it could trigger the wards as if he was truly using an Unforgivable, and end up in Azkaban.

He then decided that to actually beat a creature like the one in the second task, it would be better to target his insides, and that's how the Quidditch incident in second year came back to his mind. He just had to be able to empty the insides of something, no heart or any other organs left to live. Of course, Harry would only use that against creatures that were attacking him, he made a pledge to himself again to not use such spells, except for extreme urgence.

This time he did not try it on the Basilisk since it was a precious carcass after all, and asked Dobby for a dead rat. He could not achieve what he wanted, he could not understand why. He was trying to visualize the inside of the rat before trying to vanish it but only worked partially. Exhausted, he decided to stop the training for today.

He took out the map out of his pocket and started looking at it, it was more a reflex than anything else. He always did it when he finished his training to verify if anyone was near the entrance so he could leave without causing any ruckus. While his eyes were absentmindedly scanning the piece of parchment, something caught his attention. Once again, he saw a name that was not supposed to be here and was once again reminded that he should investigate Crouch. Because it was his name that kept appearing on the map. And now he was not very far from the girls' bathroom where the Chamber entrance was situated.

Harry frowned, it was not a place where people usually came, in fact people tended to avoid it as much as possible because of Myrtle. What would a judge who was supposed to be sick doing around a girl's bathroom. Harry only came up with two conclusions. He was either an innocent person who was just at the wrong place at the wrong moment or, and Harry found that one more plausible, a malicious man who had discovered where Harry trained. And the reason why he acted like he was sick was to drop everyone's guard because he was the one who put Harry's name in the Goblet of Fire.

It was Harry's thought about that matter, however he would not confirm it today, he was too exhausted for that, and even his aversion to sleep coming from his nightmares, could not keep him from sleeping. To not encounter anyone, he asked Dobby to take him to his dorm. The latter seemed overjoyed to be asked for help by him so much since his isolation, and Harry was happy to receive his help, now if he could just hide that fact from Hermione, that would be perfect.

Now I guess it's time for me to face that nightmare again…

Harry passed a horrible night, and it reflected in his mood even if he slept until lunch time. His friend obviously knew that he did not like to talk in the morning, however the face he was wearing at the moment made it clear to everyone that he should not be bothered right now. The dark circle under his eyes seemed to be even bigger than yesterday. He quietly sat in the Great Hall and started eating those croissants again when two little hands started massaging the back of his neck. It was so sudden that he almost fell off his chair.

"What the…"

"Relax Harry, you look like an inferi." Astoria's voice came out from behind him. He actually took her advice and finished his croissant. "So, now that you've accepted my massage," Harry swore internally, he should have known Astoria was not the type to give free massages. "I wanted to know if you could help me go to Hogsmeade secretly."

Whatever Harry was thinking, it was not even close to what the youngest Greengrass asked. "What makes you think that I know how to do it?"

"Come on, you're a Gryffindor, and friends with the Weasley twins, there's no way you wouldn't know." Harry wanted to object again, but Astoria beat him to it. "Plus, don't tell me with all the things you've told me about your little adventures, you did not learn how to?"

Damn she's persistent.

Harry was not against the idea in all honesty, but he was in a sour mood and supposed to meet Sirius, if he helped her, he would need to take care of her, and he doubted Astoria wanted to meet a presumed murderer.

"I don't…" He turned his head to look at her, and that was his mistake, because he was now faced by two big blue eyes who were pleading him to accept. She joined both of her hands and looked like a lost puppy; it was not her ultimate weapon for nothing, Harry decided to give up.

"Alright," A radiant smile appeared on Astoria's face, "But I have things to do today, so I won't be able to accompany you. You will join your sister, that's my only condition."

Her smile disappeared more quickly than it appeared on her face. Harry knew that Daphne was an overprotective sister, hence she would not want for Astoria to break the rules and go to Hogsmeade. She turned towards her table, her nose pointed towards the ceiling and joined her friends. It seemed that it was a common trait in the siblings, as if their nose was attracted by the sky.

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"He's my brother's boss, he told us he was just staying in bed because of how overworked he is, nothing like those papers are trying to say." Ron said, pointing to the papers Sirius had brought with him.

Harry mostly stayed quiet, even though he had not seen Sirius for a long time. Actually, he was a little angry with him because of the risk he was taking right now, coming to Hogsmeade. However, hearing about Crouch again turned on an alarm in his mind.

"That's a lie though." Ron turned his head in his direction curiously. "I saw him." Sirius was now also looking at him, but with a crazy glint in his black eyes.

"Well, not physically, but I saw him on the map multiple times after his supposed sickness."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Hermione looked scandalized.

"Honestly I had other things in mind, with everything that's going on, I just forgot about it. Maybe the map was wrong." He did not believe that, but he wanted to have a confirmation from his godfather and looked right in his eyes.

"The map never lies." He said firmly. Harry could almost see his brain trying to assemble a puzzle. "Where exactly did you see him?"

"The last time, it was somewhere around the girl's bathroom on the second floor."

Ron immediately reacted to that information. "Wait, maybe he was in the Chamber!"

"No, it wasn't that."

"But…"

"I tell you it's not that."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I was in there!" Harry immediately regretted saying that.

Silence followed his declaration; Ron was gaping, and Hermione had her hands covering her mouth. The only one who did not seem to get what was happening was Sirius. He was looking at them curiously.

"What Chamber?" He asked.

Seeing that his best friends were in no state to answer his godfather, he sighed and answered him.

"The legendary Chamber of Secrets, is in a girls' bathroom?" He asked incredulously.

"What were you doing in there?" Hermione asked at the same time.

Harry once again sighed, he knew that moment would come, but he did not want it to happen, especially not now when his mood was that bad.

"That's where I'm training, I can practice spells freely without being bothered."

"Neat." Ron smiled, but Harry saw it was a little forced. He could not blame him, since the last time he was near the Chamber, his sister was close to dying.

"But it's dangerous, you—" Sirius raised his hand to interrupt her, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"You're telling me he was somewhere in the castle that everyone tends to avoid, at the same time as you?"

"Yeah."

"Something is going on. I want you to inform Dumbledore as soon as you come back to school. He may be the one who put your name into that goblet, plus the story about him telling his elf to keep him a place and then not coming, just before a Death Eater attack, is fishy. He may come after you while you're training."

"Don't worry about that, no one except us four and Dumbledore knows where the entrance is located, and even if he knew, the entrance needs a Parseltongue password to open."

"He doesn't need to go in, he just has to follow you and do whatever he wants just before you go in." Sirius then made a funny face. "Wait a second, you're a Parseltongue?"

Harry nodded quietly, fearing his reaction.

"Huh, that's weird, your father wasn't. Maybe it has passed some generations." Harry knew it was not true, he knew it came from that piece of Voldemort inside him, and it made him want to puke. "Anyway, don't leave the school without permission, and keep me updated about Crouch's situation. Maybe losing his wife and son made him lose his mind, especially since he was the one to imprison him."

The three friends looked at Sirius with awe. "What do you mean?" They said in unison.

"Oh yeah, you wouldn't know about that I guess. Long story short, his son was accused of being a Death Eater and caught with people I knew for sure were. He died though, around a year after his imprisonment." He turned to Harry once again. "Be careful, I don't know what's going on exactly, but I can say for sure, it involves you in a way." Harry gulped audibly. "Do you have any more chicken?"

Harry laughed softly and gave him all the food he took from the kitchen earlier that day.

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Harry came back to the castle in a better mood than he left, even though he learned something that made his blood icy. He could not explain why, but it seemed that nothing could be worse than having a piece of his parents' murderer inside him. He decided to stay with his friend today, so the Gryffindor trio went to their spot next to the lake, where they found their Slytherins friends, who were apparently having a picnic.

"Oh, you're here guys," Tracey noticed them first, "Let's just enjoy the show."

The Gryffindors looked confused and looked at what she was referring to. Daphne and her sister were facing each other without saying a single word. Their faces were only an inch apart, and Astoria's expression was the same she used the same morning against Harry, while Daphne just looked bored but did not break eye contact.

"What's going on?" Ron whispered to Tracey after taking a seat next to her.

Tracey giggled. "Astoria asked Daphne if she could come to Hogsmeade with your help," she looked at Harry's direction. "She said no and since then they've been at it."

"Harry, lend me a hand!" Astoria asked without moving from her position. "After all, you're the one who told me to get her permission first."

Daphne's face instantly turned to glare at him.

"I never said I would help you though, it's your sister, your job." He said coolly. "Leave me out of this."

"As I was saying, it's no," Daphne said in a victorious tone. "You'll have to do like everyone and wait another year."

Astoria pouted while everyone started to laugh.

The rest of the afternoon passed quickly with the company of his friends, his mood was good. So good that he almost forgot to inform Dumbledore about the Crouch issue. He decided to take the way to his office just after dinner. However, he forgot about one thing: the gargoyle. He did not know the password and was thus stuck in front of the office trying to ask the gargoyle to let him in since it was urgent.

"Ten points from Gryffindor for degrading the headmaster property." A deadly voice came from behind him. It has been a long time since Harry heard it, but he recognized who it was instantly; Professor Snape.

Harry dreaded this moment since he broke his leg. He knew that Dumbledore asked him to lay off the young Gryffindor, but in a situation where they were the only ones present, Harry feared what he could do.

"Ten more for not showing up in class like every student should. You're not special enough to do that without repercussions, Potter." He succeeded in making 'Potter' sound like an insult.

"I was not degrading anything, I was talking to it." Harry knew he should not answer to him, that was all his Potion teacher wanted, but he could not restrain himself.

"How spiritual of you, to speak with a rock. Try with a potion book next time, maybe you will finally be able to brew something."

Harry bit his tongue to make sure he would not insult him.

"What are you doing here, Potter?" He asked, seeing that his insult did not get any reaction. "It's not because you're doing the front pages of the papers that you can ignore the curfew."

"I still have time before the curfew."

"That doesn't answer my question."

Harry took a deep breath to calm himself. "I'm about an emergency I have to notice to Professor Dumbledore."

"The headmaster is not your dorm mate, he is a busy man. Now leave before you end up in detention for the rest of the year, Potter.

"But—"

"My patience is limited, Potter. And you've reached its limit right now, detention!"

"There's an intruder in the castle!" Harry exclaimed.

Professor Snape interrupted whatever he was going to say, and looked him right in the eyes, and Harry felt a sort of tingling in his mind and immediately understood what was happening, but did not say anything. He was furious, but also terribly curious about his mind defenses, would it hold against an adult wizard?

After a moment, his potion teacher's eyes become glassy, as if he was dreaming with his eyes open. Harry recognized that effect, Chaos said some people could lose themselves in the emptiness that protected his mind, seeing it happening before his eyes once again made him thankful to have met Chaos.

"Follow me." Snape's eyes refocused and lost their haziness. He said something to the gargoyle, so softly that Harry could not get it, but as the gargoyle opened the way, Harry deduced it was the password.

He's really petty, to whisper it so I wouldn't hear it.

They walked up the stairs and arrived in front of the wooden door. Snape entered it without knocking.

So rude.

"Headmaster, it seems that Potter has something to tell you about a breach." He said without preamble.

Professor Dumbledore who was crouching on some parchment in front of him raised his head quizzically. He looked at Harry and motioned for him to sit down, which he did promptly.

"So, Harry, what is so important that you would have to come now," he said in a soft voice, "Not that I don't appreciate your presence mind you."

"I know from a reliable source that Bartemius Crouch was in the castle yesterday." With that he got the attention of the two adults currently present in the office. "And it's not the first time, he was there multiple times after supposedly being sick."

"If you don't mind, could you please tell us who your source is?" Dumbledore's tone had become a lot more serious, but his voice was still soft.

Harry looked at Snape carefully. "I do mind actually…"

"Preposterous!" Snape's voice exclaimed.

"Severus, could you leave? Please."

With a last dark glare in the direction of Harry he turned and left, leaving only Harry, Professor Dumbledore, and the portraits.

"Now Harry, could you please show me the map?" It was a question, but it definitely did not sound like one. Harry did not even question the fact knew about the map at this point.

Harry gulped and took his map out, whispered the password and let the magic happen.

"Marvelous," Dumbledore said. "To think your father and his friends created it during their time in Hogwarts."

"Now, let's take a look." He scanned the map for some time but did not find the name he searched for.

"Where did you see it exactly Harry, it's important."

Harry pointed to the place with his finger. "Right here."

"And I was right here," Harry pointed to the girls' bathroom. "Training."

Dumbledore's eyes flashed with something Harry never saw before in his headmaster, fear.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I asked Dobby to take me back to my dorm."

"Wise decision." Dumbledore started to pace in his office. "For your safety, try not going out of Hogwarts, except from Hogsmeade weekends, always keep your cloak and map with you. If you see that name again, ask Dobby to tell me immediately. Am I clear?"

"Yes Professor."

"Now ask Dobby to get you to your dorm, I have to think."

Harry almost acquiesced, but when he heard the word dorm his mind instantly thought of sleep, and inevitably about his nightmare.

"Before that I have a question, Professor." He said carefully. "I have been training for some time, and I started feeling that something was wrong with me."

Harry met Dumbledore's eyes and once again saw something rare. It was resignation, as if something he feared actually happened.

"It's like there's something weird in me, something that's not me, but that is living inside me."

Dumbledore moved his hand to his forehead and took support on his bureau with his other hand.

"A-and it terrifies me Professor, because I got the same impression from the diary."

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