Thanks Seaver for everything!

Thanks for all the reviews! I can't believe I'm soon up in one hundred reviews!

JoNaY: Think about logically Fleur and Harry, Harry and Fleur… do they really belong together? Of course they do!

keebler-elmo: Oh yes and stupid too… after all she is a part veela and Harry can become angry pretty quickly too.

Styxx: Thanks, everything will be just fine, sooner or later ; )

TimGold: Thanks, they got hormones all right… somewhere, but who can expect a relationship between a human and a part human to be easy… think of Hagrid's mum and dad… or don't it's not good for the brain. Lol.

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Chapter 24 Azkaban cleared

The following morning at breakfast Harry thought twice about entering the great hall, he wasn't really ready to forgive Fleur and apologize for his behaviour yet. He followed Ron hoping not to be seen from the staff table. They sat down in their usual spots just in time for the owl post.

Hermione sighed heavily when she unfolded the latest issue of the daily prophet.

"What?" Ron asked.

"It has happened," Hermione simply said, "Here look for your selves."

Dementors raid Azkaban Hundreds feared dead!

Two thirty this morning, the lost Dementors reappeared at Azkaban. Unfortunately, their intentions were not to guard the prison or return to ministry control. What happened exactly remains unknown, as there is not a soul or body left in Azkaban.

"The alarm went off and we hurried there but there was no one left, not even bodies or dementor victim," Said Nathanial Blowe 34 head of the auror emergency division.

"This is mad!" Ron exclaimed, "And look at this Fudge is putting together a special anti you-know-who auror division!"

"Give that back," Hermione said and tore the paper from them.

"Oh but that is just nonsense," Hermione said as she read the article through. "He's losing support so he tries to win some back by pretending to actually do something… as if the aurors wasn't working against Voldemort before."

"And look at this," Hermione said and read aloud, "The missing you-know-who supporters are feared to be at large… and the public is advised to be cautious."

"Excellent," Harry muttered, "Just excellent!"

"Yeah," Ron agreed darkly.

"Of course now everyone will want to join The Dark Lord," said Hermione angrily, "Since if you get caught Voldemort will release you!"

"Calm down Hermione," Ron said.

"Do you realise how many new death eaters there will be? There were almost one thousand prisoners in Azkaban and now the great dark lord has saved them!" Hermione wailed she was very close to tears now, "Don't you see they will start muggle tortures for fun again."

"Do you really think it's that bad," asked Ron, "I mean not everyone in Azkaban can be bad enough to become a death eater."

"Does it matter?" Hermione asked, "What would you do if Voldemort turned up in your cell where you had lived alone for a long time, in the company of a starving dementor and asked if you want to become a death eater?"

Ron sighed, Hermione was right as usual. The three of them looked up at the staff table to see how Dumbledore would react to this news but he wasn't even there. Instead, McGonagall stood up she was just ready to make a speech. The depute headmistress cleared her throat and asked for every ones attention.

"As some of you may already be aware he-who-must-not-be-named has attacked Azkaban and freed the prisoners," McGonagall said clearly. "Hogsmeade visits and Quidditch is cancelled until further notice."

"WHAT?" Ron yelled and stood up, "Quidditch is cancelled this year, again?"

"I am afraid so Mr Weasley," McGonagall said apologetically, "Furthermore the grounds are out of bounds after six o'clock sharp. Prefects, there will be an additional meeting after dinner to discuss the increased security."

"Guess it really is bad," Harry said, "Normally Dumbledore announce these things."

"Yeah and no Quidditch," Ron added gravely, "I mean I can live without Hogsmeade…"

"How can you even think of Quidditch?" Hermione exclaimed, "It's a bloody game! People are going to die!"

"Shush Hermione," Harry hissed, "You are going to start a panic."

"It's a very good time for a panic!" Hermione hissed back through gritted teeth with a forced smile on her lips, "I thought you knew what it was like before!"

"Consider yourself safe, if odds are anything to go by you two are not going to die since everyone else in my damn life is dead," Harry replied angrily.

"Oh Harry I'm so sorry I didn't think," Hermione said quickly, "It's just that my family won't even be able to defend themselves, you remember what happened at the world cup."

"Yeah," Harry said, "Its okay I didn't mean to snap at you like that either."

Hermione smiled faintly at him.

"And not being able to play Quidditch won't make anything better," Ron said as he sensed that Hermione was in a forgiving mood. She was, she threw her arm around Ron and gave him a quick kiss. Harry had never seen them kiss in public before, not like a couple anyway, but didn't really care he just tried to ignore them as much as possible just as he always did when he caught them kissing.

"Perhaps Quidditch is overrated," said Ron, completely forgetting that he was not alone with Hermione. Harry couldn't help snickering.

"Shut up Potter," Ron said in a friendly sort of anger.

"I got to remember that one," Harry said grinning widely.

"Obliviate," Ron muttered starting on a toast.

"Umm Harry," Fleur said from behind him, Harry was surprised he had not expected her to forgive him so easily.

"Yes," He answered trying to keep his voice cool but it sounded just as friendly as usual.

"Can I have a word with you?" Fleur asked carefully.

"Sure," Harry said, giving up on the idea to play hard to get since his voice wouldn't let him.

Harry followed Fleur out of the great hall and quickly up to Fleur's office. Harry noticed a black burn mark on the door when he closed it behind them.

"I don't blame you if you won't forgive me, I am not sure I would," Fleur said looking down on the floor.

"Either way I just wanted you to know that I am sorry and if you don't want to," Fleur's voice broke, "continue seeing me I understand."

"What?" Harry asked Fleur didn't reply and after a short moment of frantic thinking Harry continued, "This is not about the veela part is it?"

"What else," Fleur said her French accent coming through clearer then ever.

"Oh Fleur," Harry said grabbing one of her hands with both of his, "I thought we were through with the veela stuff, I thought you knew feathers or fireballs didn't bother me."

"Are you sure?" Fleur asked raising her head to look at him.

"Yes," Harry said confidently, "But next time we argue I'm looking forward to stay mad at you for a little longer."

"You are so sweet," Fleur said throwing her arms around him.

"I'm sorry too, I do expect a gift you know," Harry said, hugging her back.

"That's good cause I already got you something," said Fleur, "I don't think Dumbledore will let you go to France after Azkaban and all but if you still want to, I can ask."

"You know you are in danger by being with me don't you?" Harry asked, "And probably your aunt too."

Fleur laughed loudly, "I'm telling you Harry if my aunt ever gets near a death eater she won't aim to stun, not after what they did. And the same goes for me."

"No you won't," Harry said smiling sadly, "Well I couldn't anyway."

"You mean Wormtail?" Fleur asked, "Perhaps, but my aunt will kill them. And if I being with you means that she have a chance of getting near death eaters she will announce our wedding."

Harry laughed even though he was very uncomfortable joking about weddings with Fleur.

"Now that there is no Quidditch any more maybe we could have the dueling club two times a week instead," Fleur said changing the subject, perhaps sensing Harry's discomfort about weddings.

"Yeah, it would be useful too, now that there are so many death eaters and all," Harry agreed.

Fleur smiled brightly, "I'll ask Dumbledore then."

It was decided a few days later that the younger years would have an extra lesson on Sunday afternoons and the older years Wednesday evenings. The announcement of the extra dueling lessons was met with cheers and more students then ever attended them, partly because of the increased death eater threat and party because Harry had made himself quite a reputation when he defeated Snape.

November slowly turned into December and the late fall turned into winter. McGonagall was running around with her list of students who wanted to stay for the holydays. Harry felt very good that he didn't have to sign up on that list; the days when he had not had any family to spend Christmas with was gone.

Dumbledore had to Harry and Fleur's surprise given Harry permission to go to Beauxbaton for the New Year's Eve. Of course, he had forbidden them to speak about their trip and much less tell anyone not even Ron and Hermione until they were back at Grimmauld place for Christmas.

Since there were no Hogsmeade visits anymore, all students relied heavily on owl orders. Hermione had a great idea for Tonks Christmas gift but it would be expensive so Harry, Ron, Ginny and Fleur went in on it. Hermione was now so confident in her enchantment skills that she thought she was up to making a Quick Quotes Quill for Tonks that was unbreakable. For Hermione's complex enchantments, a normal eagle Quill would not be enough so instead they ordered an expensive Phoenix tail feather and a robust metal Quill case. Hermione spent most of December with Arithmancy charts and huge Enchantment books from the library creating long incantations to make the Phoenix tail feather an indestructible self-inking Quick Quotes Quill.

Harry also spent much time with his Christmas gifts; he had decided to get Fleur jewellery or something with a good protective charm. He sent owls to everyone from Remus to jewellers in Diagon alley and Hogsmeade to find the right thing.

"Potter," Snape spat, "Stay after class, we need to arranger for your detention!"

The Slytherins snorted extra loud at these words because usually Snape gave a reason when giving detentions, but Harry didn't argue he owed Snape some fun in class at the very least.

"Yes Professor," Harry replied swallowing his pride bitterly. It was the final potion class before Christmas and for once Snape had them doing something else then antidotes. Today they were making warmth potions that would cause the drinker to resist extreme cold even without winter clothes.

"As a Hogwarts tradition," Snape said as if he hated everything to do with any sort of tradition.

"You are allowed to keep the potions you have brewed, but if anyone uses them at Hogwarts there will be detention. Class dismissed!"

Harry poured his potion into a vial and sealed it, he had done the potion well and he estimated that there would be enough for about four persons. He quickly cleaned up after himself and sat down to wait for the rest of the class to leave.

"Harry," whispered Hermione, "If you are going to get a detention he has to give you a reason for it it's in the rules."

"It's okay Hermione," Harry replied trying to smile reassuringly.

"Right se you later," Hermione said and left the dungeons to wake Ron and eat lunch.

"Potter," Snape said dangerously when they were alone.

"Yes Professor," Harry replied and stood up. The feeling of guilt he'd had after the cruciatus curse was fading quickly.

"Hagrid won't expect you for care of magical creatures this afternoon and you are going to miss lunch." Snape said provokingly.

"Yes sir," Harry said forcing himself to reply civilly.

"We are going to the chamber of Secrets now," Snape informed him.

"I'll get us some brooms so that we don't have to slide down the pipe and so that we can get back up," Harry said.

"Very well," Snape said, "Be in the girls' bathroom in five minutes Potter."

"Yes Professor," Harry replied and ran out of the dungeon, if he was going to make it to Myrtle's bathroom with two brooms in five minutes he would have to run. Six minutes later, he approached Myrtles bathroom a huge sign hang on the door. It read 'KEEP OUT' in huge green letters.

"You're late Potter," Snape said when Harry entered the bathroom.

"Sorry sir," Harry panted and handed Snape one of the brooms.

"Harry, why haven't you been to see me?" Myrtle asked sadly, gliding through the door of her toiled.

"GET OUT OF HERE!" Snape spat furiously, apparently, he was not in the mood of having parts of Harry's fan club around.

Myrtle stared at Snape but did not leave.

"Please Myrtle this is not a good time," Harry said hoping not to make Snape more furious then he already was.

"When is a good time then?" Myrtle asked boldly.

"Tomorrow," Snape replied, "Get lost!"

"Fine Harry tomorrow then," Myrtle said.

"Can I bring my girlfriend?" Harry asked hoping to make Myrtle realise that he didn't want to spend time with her at least not if Myrtle was going to flirt with him.

"Your girlfriend?" Myrtle asked hesitantly.

"She is a veela," Snape said for once taking Harry's side. Myrtle flew down her toiled with a shriek so violently that water splashed all over. Harry couldn't help feeling bad for Myrtle but on the other hand he was not going to be her boyfriend to make her feel better.

"Get going Potter," Snape commanded.

Harry nodded and walked up to the malfunctioning sink.

"Open," He hissed in parseltongue and the entrance to the chamber of secrets opened. It wasn't very difficult to speak in parseltongue whenever he whished too anymore.

"Go on Potter," Snape commanded, Harry mounted his broom and entered the pipe.

"Professor?" Harry asked as they flew down.

"What is it Potter?" Snape replied irritably from right behind him.

"Once we are down in the passage we have to keep quiet, Lockhart caused a cave-in last time and I'm not sure how safe it is."

Snape didn't reply and after a few moments of flying down they landed.

"This is it?" Snape asked incredulously.

"This is the beginning of the passage," Harry said, "Follow me."

"Lumos," Harry muttered and the tip of his wand lightened. They walked in silence until they reached the stone blocks that had caved in. Harry started feeling sick; he had nothing but horrible memories of this place.

"How do we get past?" Snape asked when Harry stopped.

"Ron shifted some stones over there," Harry said and gestured to a small opening.

"Go on then Potter," Snape said, though he didn't raise his voice above a whisper.

Harry climbed up on some rocks and through the opening, when he was through he heard Snape muttering a vanishing spell and a huge rock disappeared.

"Go on," Snape urged him when he too was past the cave in. Harry gritted his teeth and continued.

"The Basilisk is dead Tom riddle is gone Ginny is safe," Harry muttered to himself repeatedly to keep his nausea away. It worked fairly well until he reached the final door to the chamber.

He closed his eyes hoping to get rid of his nausea. This was the place most of his nightmares about the chamber begun and it was always the same thing. He always entered walked passed all the Snake statues, found Ginny, then Voldemort would take his wand and called for the Basilisk to finish him. The main difference in his dreams compared to what really happened was that Fawkes never appeared in his dreams.

"Open," Harry said, but it was in English he didn't focus hard enough.

He hated himself for a moment, he was a Gryffindor, he had killed a basilisk with Godrik Gryffindor's sword, and there was no reason for being weak now especially not in front of Snape. He opened his eyes and focused hard on snakes and tried again, "open," He hissed this time it worked.

"The Chamber of Secrets," Harry announced focusing hard on being a Gryffindor.

Snape didn't reply he entered the chamber looking around in the same way Harry had the first time he had visit Diagon Alley. Harry followed Snape into the chamber; they walked slowly up to the huge statue of Salasar Slytherin. At the statue's feet lay the dead basilisk.

Fortunately, it had decayed enough so that only the skeleton and the skin were left. Harry was on the verge of throwing up and if there had been any rotting flesh left, he was sure he had been violently sick.

"You got to be joking?" Snape said forgetting for a moment that he didn't like Harry, "You killed that… that snake with a sword!?"

"F-Fawkes destroyed its eyes first," stammered Harry. He noticed that he was standing exactly were Ginny had been lying. His legs could not carry him anymore and he sat down.

"The heir," Harry said abruptly to focus on something else then his sickness and before Snape could notice how badly he was feeling, "Would approach the statue and say in parseltongue 'Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts four' and then Slytherin's mouth opens and the Basilisk slithers out."

"How do you know?" Snape asked disbelievingly his usual cold fury back in full force.

"I saw it," Harry said shortly. This shut Snape up, a completely new experience for Harry. Snape instead started to investigate the basilisk corps.

"Tell me Potter how did you manage to survive?" Snape asked in a voice that was probably meant to be spiteful but came out as if Snape really wanted to know.

"Fawkes brought me the sorting hat with Gryffindor's sword in… the sword in Dumbledore's office," said Harry awkwardly, not feeling like discussing things like this with Snape. The only one he had told everything about what happened was Fleur, he had told her how scared he had been and how small he had felt. Ron and Hermione knew most of it too but he'd never told them what it felt like.

"Why Potter didn't you use your wand?"

"Tom Riddle took it from me," Harry said feeling very stupid, he knew had been very naïve back then.

"How did you get rid of Riddle?" Asked Snape, forgetting Harry was a Gryffindor and James's son completely.

"I pierced the diary with one of the Basilisk's fangs," Harry said, assuming Snape knew about the diary, "The fang should still be over there somewhere."

Snape walked over to the area that Harry had gestured and picked the fang up wearing his dragon skin gloves. It was black with ink, red with Harry's old blood and a little dark green with old poison. Snape ran his finger over Harry's dried blood and fixed Harry with his gaze. Harry had no idea what Snape was thinking.

"Shredded basilisk skin is extremely valuable," Snape muttered after a moment, "And so is powdered basilisk bone and fangs, not to mention useful."

"Help yourself," Harry replied.

"Indeed I will and you are going to assist me Potter," Snape said angrily as if just had realised he had almost been polite

Harry levitated the basilisk upside down a foot above the ground in a long strait line while Snape skinned the snake with a skinning charm. After about an hour when was done with the skinning Snape started on the bones. Several hours later Snape had pulled the skeleton apart with magic and put the bones in a pile on the damp floor, the only thing Harry hovered was the skull. The scull was broken and there was a hole in the back of it where Harry had pierced it with Godrik Gryffindor's sword.

"I don't suppose you want to keep the skull as a trophy?" Snape asked surprisingly gentle.

"No," Harry answered, "But if you don't want that fang with ink on it."

Harry had had a lot of time thinking while levitating the snake and he thought that perhaps if he had that fang nearby when he woke up after his nightmares he could reassure himself faster that the basilisk and Tom Riddle indeed was dead and gone.

Snape smirked, "How very Slytherin of you," He said but handed Harry the fang.

Harry looked at it for a moment before he pocked it. It felt a little unreal actually having an object that his nightmares so often plagued him with in his pocket.

"Let's bring the skin up first and then after dinner we will begin on the bones," said Snape again surprisingly gentle.

Harry nodded and together with Snape folded the snakeskin. About thirty minutes later they had with much effort brought the entire Basilisk skin into one of Snape's dungeons were he usually, judging by the equipments, prepared potion ingredients.

"Be back in the bathroom in an hour and bring Miss Granger," Snape commanded.

"Yes sir," Harry replied hoping that Hermione wouldn't have any problems entering the chamber of secrets, she would no doubt be the first muggle born student to enter the chamber ever. Harry hurried towards the great hall, he was starving and dinner was just about to start. He slipped into a bathroom on the way to wash his hands.

"Harry, I've been meaning to talk to you," Colin said in a surprisingly relaxed voice.

"Yeah, what's up?" Harry asked, Colin had not talked to him much this year and Harry was happy to hear that he seemed to be over with his the-boy-who-lived obsession.

"Denis and I have been thinking about starting a study circle for the dueling club and we were wondering what you think about that," Colin asked.

"Uh, sounds great you could use the room of requirements and I'll borrow you some books I used in the DA," Harry said approvingly.

"Thanks Harry," Colin said, "So heard you got a detention from Snape, the git."

"Yeah, but it isn't too bad," Harry said truthfully. Colin was really pleasant to speak with when he didn't worship him. They left the bathroom and headed towards the great hall talking about how to organize the study circle.

"Would you mind if I go sit down with Hermione I need to speak with her," Harry said, it wasn't really nice of him to just desert Colin when he entered the great hall like that but he really needed to talk to Hermione.

"Sure no problem Harry," Colin replied.

"Thanks see you later," Harry said and walked off to Hermione and Ron who was arguing as usual.

"But that's the point of Quidditch," Said Ron exasperated.

"No it is not, Quidditch is a game it's for fun nothing more," Hermione replied and then spotted Harry, "Harry! Where were you? You missed lunch!"

"I was down in the chamber… gathering potion ingredients," Harry said he didn't want to spoil his or his friend's appetite by elaborating into the details, "He wants you to help after dinner too Hermione."

"Me?" Hermione asked looking pale, "But why couldn't he ask anyone else I mean Salasar wouldn't wand a muggle born in his chamber."

"Use your brain Hermione firstly you already know all about the chamber and secondly you are the brainiest student he has ever had," Ron said. Hermione cheeks turned a faint colour of pink and she focused on her food.

"But he better give you some house points for it," Ron added.

"I'm not to sure about that he might consider it a treat enough in it self to let you down there," said Harry.

"So what kind of ingredients are we gathering?" Hermione asked, now when she had gotten used to the idea she sounded very excited.

"Let's just finish dinner first," Harry said shortly.

They ate in silence. Ron and Hermione didn't finish the food they had on their plates and Harry could tell that they had already imagined what kind of ingredients they were collecting. Harry felt a little sick too, for some reason his brain continued to broadcast the images of the dead snake but Harry was too hungry to care.

"Is it Basilisk stuff?" Ron asked when Harry was done with his food and leaned back.

"Yes, but it's not too nasty it's just the bones left, we already got the skin."

"Are you all right about it?" Hermione asked she knew of course that Harry had frequent nightmares about the chamber.

"Well enough," Harry replied shortly, "Snape wanted to meet us in about…" Harry glanced down at his watch, "fifteen minutes and we better get you a broom too."

"I figure Snape might let you come too Ron," Harry said politely.

"Thanks Harry, but no I couldn't stand him even if he let me," Ron replied, "I'll follow you to the door."

"You can take my Firebolt Hermione it's much easier to fly then the school brooms and I got to leave something in my trunk too," Harry said as they left the great hall.

"What do you have to leave?" Ron asked, "Hold on it's not something from the chamber is it?"

"It is," Harry said and when no one was looking, he brought out the fang.

"Wow," Ron said awestruck.

"Is that the fang?" Hermione asked quickly, "It must be really, really, valuable seeing as it is about a thousand years old, not to mention the fact that it's a fang from Slytherin's monster."

"Snape was acting really weird down there," Harry said, "He asked me if I wanted the entire scull."

"He did," Ron exclaimed.

"Yeah and he was treating me as if I was a Slytherin," Harry said.

Ron burst out laughing, "Good one Harry you almost got me there…"

Harry couldn't help smiling, "No he really was, well almost bearable."

Ron gave him a searching look, "You are not serious are you?"

"I am," Harry said, "Wait here I'll be right back."

They were now in the common room and Harry sprinted up the stairs to his dormitory to get his broom and deposit the fang.

"You know if I'd known all Snape needed was a good curse," Ron said when Harry came down the stairs from the dorm.

"Ron," Hermione said disapprovingly, "That is not something to joke about especially not as you are a prefect."

"I know I am a prefect you tell me hundreds of times a day!" Ron retorted.

"Heavens knows what you would get up to otherwise," Hermione said rolling her eyes.

"Enjoying a good joke once in a while perhaps," Ron muttered not loud enough for Hermione to hear him but Harry knew Ron didn't mean that.

"Good to see that you are on time for once Potter… That was not too bad was it?" Snape asked as he and Hermione entered the Myrtle's bathroom.

Harry didn't reply.

"Well get going," Snape said unpleasantly.

Harry opened the entrance and flew down Hermione and Snape following him, they left their brooms at the end of the pipe and walked through the stone passage to the door that led into the actual chamber.

"Open," Harry hissed at it and it swung open. Hermione grabbed his arm painfully hard. He could tell that she was scared and he couldn't blame her he was a little bit scared too even if this was the third time he was there. After all, every snake statue seemed to be almost alive and neither of them was pureblood.

"Hermione," Harry said and she loosened her grip slightly. Snape moved passed them and walked in front of them up to the statue.

"That's the scull?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah," Harry said grimly, "And over there are all the bones," He gestured to the huge pile Snape had made.

Snape told them that they were going to powder the bones with a pulverising charm. Hermione got the hang of it at once and managed to pulverize the bones to powder. Harry's pulverizing charm didn't work as well as Hermione's he had to recast it several times to reduce a bone to powder. They placed the powder in glass jars that Snape conjured and after several hours of hard work, there was not any bones left except the scull.

"I'll bring the jars you bring the scull," Snape commanded, "Locomotor Jars!"

"Locomotor Cranium," Cried Hermione, Harry smiled it was so typical Hermione to call the scull 'Cranium' when performing magic.

A few minutes later Harry sealed the entrance to the chamber of secrets and a few minutes even later they were down in one of Snape's dungeons.

There was an awkward silence when Harry and Hermione had placed the skull on a table and new they were not needed any more but couldn't leave until Snape granted them permission. It was made even more awkward since every teacher except Snape would give house points for Hermione's work at the very least.

"Twenty points to Gryffindor," Snape said, but then seamed to regret his generosity and added in a growl, "For not being a know-it-all for once Granger... Now get out of hear I got work to do!"

"You deserved more then twenty points," Harry said when they were on their way back to Gryffindor tower.

"Well the way I see it, we will get to do much more expensive potions now so in a way I got more then house points," Hermione said, "What day is it… oh wait it's the eighteenth that's an even number."

"Going for a bath?" Harry asked he knew that even dates were the girls turn to use the prefects' bathroom.

"Yes I believe I will," Hermione said making up her mind.

"All right I will take the broom back," Harry said taking his broom from Hermione.

"See you later then?" Hermione asked.

"I was hoping Fleur…" Harry said but cut himself off before he could say that he hoped that she wouldn't mind sharing bed with him. He really felt tired and at the same time, he didn't want to be alone. He was certain he would have severe nightmares and hoped Fleur would be able to wake him if he did.

"Oh," Hermione said looking right through him, "I'm sure that wouldn't be any problem."

"Right," Harry said and blushed, Hermione pretended not to notice.

"Tomorrow then Harry," Hermione said happily and strolled off towards the prefects' bathroom.

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Yay! Harry and Fleur made up… for now anyway…

This was kind of a hard chapter to write… I wanted Snape to loosen up a bit without being out of character. I want Snape to respect Harry and I figured a trip down into the old chamber would do the trick…

How did it go?

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