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A/N: Maybe I should really stop reading reviews, anyway, just in case someone feels the same way, I don't care how many reviews I get, the only time I got a bit annoyed at the number of reviews was with Keeper and only because Leena was getting nearly twice the reviews with the translation than I got with the original, and that wasn't enough to stop me from writing Keeper, because I just love that fic. The problem with triumvirate is that I don't particularly like it anymore. I loved The Betrayal, Fate was ok, but Triumvirate is starting to get on my nerves. That doesn't mean I'm going to stop either, because I know how annoying that is, so you'll have to deal with the few updates.
Triumvirate of Power.
The Potters arrived at the castle at lunchtime. Ron and Hermione had been sitting at the Gryffindor table when they suddenly stood up and left the room, ignoring the questioning whispers that followed them. They reached the large door that led outside just in time to see Harry and his parents cross the lawn on their way to the huge building. Smiling, Phoenix and Griffin ran outside to greet their friend, who had already sensed them both and had started to run himself. James and Lily watched with fond smiles on their faces as the three teens celebrated their reunion with happy laughs and effusive hugs. Once they parted, Lily approached them, with James behind her.
"Hello, Ron, Hermione."
Both teens looked up at her, and they immediately smirked a bit at the state she was in. Ron was the first to step forward and shake her hand.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Potter; I see Dragon is going to have siblings very soon, it didn't take you long."
"Griffin!"
The red haired teen laughed slightly, avoiding the hand that was about to cuff his head. Glaring at her friend, Phoenix approached Lily. "Congratulations, Mrs. Potter."
The woman smiled at their antics. "Thanks, both of you."
James, who had been standing a bit to the side, walked closer to his wife and passed a protective arm around her waist. After exchanging greetings with the man, the three teens led the way inside. The whole Hall went silent when they entered. The trio ignored the curious glances and went to sit back in their places, this time with Dragon sitting at the other side of Phoenix. The Potters, after smiling fondly at their son, went to sit at the head table where Sirius and Remus were already sitting.
After listening to Dumbledore's welcoming words after lunch had been finished, the trio swiftly made their way out of the room; there was much they needed to talk about.
"Well, where do we go? There must be somewhere we can talk in private."
Dragon looked at his friends with a smile. With all the students roaming the halls, that might be a bit difficult. "We might want to wait till the students are in class, Phoenix."
The girl pouted, making the guys laughs lightly. "Speaking about classes."
The trio whirled around, coming face to face with Professor McGonagall. The Gryffindor Head of House nodded to them in greeting. "The headmaster would like you to attend lessons while you're here."
She extended several pieces of paper but neither teen made a move to take them. Dragon narrowed his eyes. "Professor, with all due respect, there's only one week left of lessons, and we didn't come back to waste our time with them. Tell the headmaster that we will resume our lessons next year, but right now, we have more important things to do than waste our time this way."
Without another word, the dark haired teen turned around and walked away, his two friends following him, agreeing completely with his words. McGonagall looked curiously as they walked away; she had known they would refuse but Dumbledore had wanted her to offer them the chance anyway. Shrugging lightly, the woman went back to the Great Hall to tell Severus not to worry; he wouldn't get the golden trio in his class yet.
Harry quickly walked through the halls, ignoring the gapping looks that followed him. After McGonagall's proposal, he had decided where exactly they needed to go to get some privacy. Griffin was the first to recognise the direction they were heading.
"Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, Dragon? We're not young teens creeping around to make forbidden potions, my friend."
Dragon laughed a bit. "You're forgetting what else there is in that bathroom, Griffin."
Phoenix raised an eyebrow. "The Chamber, Dragon? Do you think it's safe?"
The teen smiled. "It should be, after all, only Voldemort can reach it. And if it isn't, we might as well clean it up now and not be surprised when the Tom attacks in a few days."
Griffin sighed. "You have a point there, Brother."
Phoenix also nodded and the trio entered the room. The ghost that had been crying in one of the corners of the small bathroom came closer when she heard them.
"Hey! You're back! I had heard you did very bad things. Are you here to steal my bathroom?"
Phoenix was about to reassure the ghost that they weren't there to harm here, when Ron clamped a hand on her mouth. "We won't do anything to your bathroom if you help us out, is that clear?"
The ghost looked at him frightfully while her eyes teared up. "I always knew you were bad news; after all only bad people go to girls' bathrooms and do weird things in there." After sniffing a few times, she continued. "Alright, what do you want? I don't want you destroying my home."
After glancing at Dragon, who was looking in amusement from his place next to the sink that led to the Chamber, Griffin started to question the ghost.
"Firstly, has anyone been coming around here, any student or teacher?"
The ghost shook her head forcefully, tears already falling down her cheeks. "No one comes to see me, but I don't stay here much anymore." She brightened up a bit. "The prefects' bathroom is so much more interesting!"
Fighting down his urge to laugh, Griffin nodded solemnly. "Dragon, Phoenix, and myself will be here regularly; the one who killed you will attack soon and we need to get ready to face him, will you help us?"
The transparent girl looked at him intently; for once the tears had dried on her ghostly face. "The one who killed me?" Dragon couldn't help but shiver at the cold tone she was using; he would never have guessed that she could be this scaring. "I have wanted to take revenge on him for years, what do you need me to do?"
Phoenix, who had managed to pry Ron's hand of her mouth, stepped closed to the ghost. "You're a Fryetha, aren't you?"
Both boys looked at her curiously while the girl looked startled. "Once, the Ravenclaw ghost called me that, but I never understood what that meant."
Dragon stepped closer to them. "Phoenix?"
The brown haired girl looked ay him briefly before returning her attention to the ghost. "In our world, there are different kinds of ghosts. The wizarding world has forgotten about them, except some kinds like the poltergeist or the normal ghost. Usually we only classify them in those two terms but there are several different groups within those. The Fryethas are nearly always killed by powerful beings, and when that happens, they gain a great part of the powers that being had to begin with, making them some of the most powerful ghosts."
Myrtle was frowning. "Me, powerful? But I can't do anything but cry... and...c-c-cry."
By the time she had finished the sentence, the ghost was once again bawling. Phoenix quickly started to speak again in hopes to calm her down. "The repression of powers is very usual in most ghosts. What is left of you recognises that power as something bad and he refuses to manifest it. We know that that kind of ghosts exist because when faced by the one that killed them, they feel a very strong need to kill them and then their powers usually surface. The great amount of feelings exposed by said ghosts is usually one of the safest ways to determine if a ghost is a Fryetha."
Dragon, who had been listening carefully, looked over at Moaning Myrtle, who had once again stopped her wailing to listen to the mortal which. "What you're saying is that if Myrtle is ever faced with Tom, that she will start showing some traits of the Basilisk; isn't that dangerous?"
Phoenix nodded seriously. "Yes, it is, specially because they usually don't have control over it, they are so consumed in hate that they stop thinking, and they hurt anyone around them."
"I don't want that to happen." The teens turned their attention to the ghost who was staring determinedly ahead. "I don't want to hurt anyone other than Tom and the other bad guys."
Hearing the name of her nemesis spat out with such hate, Griffin couldn't help but smile a bit. "Phoenix, isn't there anyway to force her powers to surface before Tom comes and help her control them?"
The girl shrugged. "To force them out might not be much of a problem, there are several spells that were once used just for that purpose; the problem will be to control it. Even if she manages to control it now, it doesn't mean that she would be able to once faced with Tom himself."
Dragon shook his head. "There wouldn't be any need for her to face him, at least not when there are other people around, but can you imagine how many Death Eaters she could take out?"
Griffin nodded. "Not to mention that if she's going to lose it anyway when Tom gets here, we might as well make sure she has practiced a bit before."
Myrtle and Hermione exchanged an intense look. While the witch still had her doubts, the ghost seemed completely determined to do that; in a soft voice, Hermione spoke again.
"You realise that if we do this and you end up fighting with the Death Eaters that you might fade away? After all, once the need for revenge is over, there won't be anything forcing you to stay back here."
Myrtle shook her head lightly. "Why should that thought upset me? There is nothing I like here anyway, most of my tears have been spilled because of the deep loneliness I usually feel; why should I be unhappy at the thought of finally be able to leave this wretched place."
After thinking about it for another minute, Hermione nodded and turned to look at Harry. "Lets go down to the Chamber, Dragon; it will be safe down there."
The teen nodded and turned to the sink happy to see that they would have a new and powerful ally at their side. One that no one would be expecting.
To be continued...
A/N: Thanks for all reviews and thanks to my beta reader, Vinnie.