Chapter Seven – What?
"Hello Harry." Someone said as Harry dusted himself off, when he looked up he saw the most peculiar ghost of a man…a man that looked like…him.
"Excuse me but, who are you?"
"Sorry for not introducing myself, I am Godric Gryffindor, one of the Four Founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." He said with a low bow towards Harry.
"Nice to meet you I'm Harry, Harry Potter." He grinned
"I am quite aware of who you are." Godric smiled softly "I sense that you are curious to know more about the founders, yes?"
"Relatively right, Sir."
"Well, we have a secret, a secret not even known to us let alone wizardkind, the lone clue we have is this," He pulled out a scroll with numbers on it "it is an Arithmetic code, the true meaning of what it says can only be revealed by someone with pure intellect. Go young Harry and save the world at last, find the Heirs of the Founders…Good Luck."
He faded into the recesses of the darkness as Harry yelled out:
"Who are the Heirs? Why did you choose me?" He collapsed to the ground completely bushed, he head throbbing from the information he just received and from when the diary hit his head.
A small rolled up scroll slowly floated from the ceiling drifting to the balled up fist of Harry Potter. He picked it up and un-rolled it as he saw the same familiar numbers:
44 14 11 01 03 11 13 21
43 11 03 42 11 44 23 31
33 12 11 41 43 51 53 61
44 14 11 53 01 03 33 11
12 33 51 32 04 03 42 43
24 21 11 43 02 03 24 33
21 32 33 14 61 62 33 11
44 14 11 42 44 52 54 62
03 14 01 31 02 11 42 34
33 12 04 12 14 22 24 32
43 11 03 42 11 44 43 02
To him it meant nothing but numbers on a slip of paper however to someone else he knew it might mean something more than just numbers, he grinned and the last word to be spoken in the chamber of Godric Gryffindor was:
"Hermione."
Time passed as Harry got back to the castle and told Ron and Hermione everything that had transpired between him and Gryffindor.
"What?" Hermione gasped
"Come on, Hermione, I really don't want to repeat it all." Harry sighed
"I know it just that I'm very surprised." She said
"Everything you need to know is in here," He handed the scroll to her "can you figure it out?"
She looked at it with so much passion that her gaze could have burnt a hole through the paper. She laughed quietly.
"What?" Ron blurted out, startled.
"It's just so simple, look." She said holding up the paper so they could see that she had highlighted groups of numbers.
44 14 11 01 03 11 13 21
43 11 03 42 11 44 23 31
33 12 11 41 43 51 53 61
44 14 11 53 01 03 33 11
12 33 51 32 04 03 42 43
24 21 11 43 02 03 24 33
21 32 33 14 61 62 33 11
44 14 11 42 44 52 54 62
03 14 01 31 02 11 42 34
33 12 04 12 14 22 24 32
43 11 03 42 11 44 43 02
"That's nice and colorful but what does it mean?" Ron asked
"It says 'The Secret of the Founders lies in the Chamber of Secrets', who wants to go see Myrtle?" Hermione grinned
"Lucky for Harry I think Myrtle would love to see him again, wouldn't you say that she is quite fond of him?" Ron joked
"Very funny guys, in fact it was so funny I forgot to laugh." Harry grumbled
"That's Harry," Hermione laughed "can escape Voldemort but can't remember a thing."
They walked the rest of the way in silence. When they were rather surprised to see that Myrtle was not there but disregarded it when they saw a memorable sink. Harry focused and spoke in parseltounge to it and Hermione, for the first time, witnessed the sinks turn into a gaping hole.
"Who wants to jump in the wide, gaping hole in the ground first?" Ron asked turning white.
"See ya'." Harry announced as he jumped into the hole and descended downward to the recesses of darkness. Hermione let out a small squeak as she squeezed her eyes shut and flung herself into the hole.
"Why me?" Ron's voice echoed through the empty bathroom.