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Chapter 2The next morning, Harry went to breakfast with the rest of his house. He observed the first years whom were very small. Then he looked over at the Slytherin table. There was Draco Malfoy, surrounded by his usual group of cronies. The blonde boy had grown considerably during the Holidays, Much unlike Harry who had probably shrunk from lack of food.
When breakfast was over Harry used the excuse that he had forgotten his books to escape from Hermione and Ron and he ran up to the abandoned girls bathroom.
"Hello, Harry" Moaning myrtle said as Harry examined the broken sink.
"Good Morning, Myrtle. Hows death treating you?"
"Fine I guess. Is there another snake that needs killing?"
"No" replied Harry, vaguely. He stepped back and fixed his eyes on the snake. "Open" he hissed in parseltongue.
The sink slid back to reveal the drain and Harry jumped before Myrtle said anymore.
He slid the whole way down until he was in that dingy first room. But instead of standing on Rat bones, there was a highly polished checkered floor. Chinese lanterns swung from the roof and they led the way down to the chamber.
"Open" he said to the second door and the snakes heads slipped back into place.
Harry, not wanting to see the dead basilisk, shut his eyes and stepped into the room.
The first thing he heard was running water, not the horrible drips that usually came with drains. Harry opened his eyes. More checkered flooring and in the centre of the chamber was a huge stone fountain mounted with two snakes that had water gushing from their mouths.
The pillars that held the room up were shiny with vines wrapped around them. And hundreds of different breeds of snakes were bathing in the pools of water at the sides of the chamber or lazing in the sun that was obviously magically put their for their own entertainment. Harry was quite unsure what to do in this beautiful room. Finally he decided to yell.
"SALAZAR!" the huge statue of Salazar at the end of the chamber opened and a huge snake came out. Harry slammed his eyes shut and braced himself.
"Its harmless, Harry. You can open your eyes." Harry opened one eye and saw that Salazar had followed the snake out of the opening. He clicked his fingers and two chairs appeared out of nowhere. Harry and Salazar sat.
"What can I do for you Harry?"
"I have a few questions if you don't mind." Salazar motioned for him to continue.
"Well. First, Why am I your heir? Why not Voldemort, or Malfoy even?"
"You know the voice of the sorting Hat, Harry? Well we four get into the hats mind every year to do the sorting. On your particular sorting, Godric and I had a mighty argument. I wanted you in my house because you're my heir. Godric informed me that I couldn't possibly have one of my Slytherins kill another Slytherin so I allowed you to go to Gryffindor. You are my heir because you have my blood. Voldemort believes he is my heir because he speaks the language of the serpent. He, as a matter of fact, gets that from his mother who is actually a descendant of Rowena who originally discovered the certain tongue. As for young Draco Malfoy, He merely hates you because you chose a Weasley over himself for a friend. Draco has no real friends and he envies you. And I highly doubt he will become a Death eater as his father bashes him the same as your uncle."
How do I have your Blood? I studied my fathers line and he is a descendant of Godric I think…"
"Yes, you are also Godric's heir but that blood isn't as strong. My blood comes through your mother. Your mother's family are a bunch of squibs. That is why the blood is so strong, because it's magic had been preserved until you."
Harry sat back and considered this. It made sense once it was laid out to him straight. Salazar suddenly laughed.
"It took Voldemort five years to figure out what to say to that tap. It took you ten minutes." Harry gave a breath of laughter then started on his next question.
"Can you tell my how to kill Voldemort?" Salazar became serious.
"I can't tell you exactly how, but I can give you a hint." Salazar leaned forward.
"Its love. Love for your mother, love for your father, love for Sirius, love for your friends in this school."
"Sirius" Harry said quietly, suddenly feeling the hurt. "Can you bring him back?" he hadn't meant to say that but Salazar smiled.
"Harry, do you know where that veil goes?" Harry shook his head, wondering what Salazar was getting at. "Well, beck before you vanquished Voldemort, The ministry put up that veil as a way of spying. They cast people through it and it's whispering told everyone that the person was dead.
A few weeks later, the ministry would pull them out of the veil and send them to spy. Sirius is currently at his home in London."
Harry's mouth was hanging wide open.
"But…but…why didn't he…how come…" Salazar laughed again.
"He wasn't aloud to. Only Dumbledore knows he's alive. Now its time for you to go back to school, Potions is finished." Salazar clicked his fingers and suddenly they were standing side by side in Myrtle's bathroom.
"Harry, before you go. There's no need to make that long trip to the chamber. All throughout the day, we are usually roaming the halls or sitting in on classes. I may even see you at dinner tonight." Harry nodded and opened the bathroom door.
"Oh and Harry! Be nice to Draco. He is on your side after all."
Harry left.
He was walking down the stairs when finally it hit him. Sirius was alive.
Someone tapped him on the shoulder. It was Snape.
"Truanting class on the first day, Potter. Not good. You'd better pay a visit to the headmaster." Snape took him Dumbledore's doorway.
"You will explain to the headmaster then come see me in my office for your punishment"
Snape opened the door and gave Harry a shove between the shoulder blades.
Dumbledore must have been talking to someone because the second the door opened he stopped abruptly and turned away from the corner.
Yes, Harry?" Dumbledore strode forward and led Harry into the room. Harry looked at the corner and say Rowena perched on a stool, her emerald, hawklike eyes fixed on him.
"Hello, Rowena"
"Good morning, Harry dear"
Dumbledore looked delighted.
"You can see them, Harry? Extraordinary! Now, why is it you came to see me?"
"I skipped potions this morning."
Dumbledore frowned. "Are you unwell? Has your scar been bothering you?"
Harry shook his head, his eyes fixed on the pot of floo powder near the fire. Carefully, but obviously, he moved across the room and pretended to warm himself by the flames and at the same time clutched a handful of the green powder. Rowena smirked but said nothing
"I went to the chamber of secrets to…NUMBER 12 GRIMMOULD PLACE!" Harry jumped into the flames before Dumbledore could stop his and went spinning through thousands of chimneys until he found himself, covered in soot, in Sirius' dining room." He jumped up quickly when he heard the fire whizzing behind him; Dumbledore was following.
"Sirius!" Harry ran into the hall at the same time Sirius stepped out form one of the other rooms.
"Harry? What…" Before he could say anymore, Harry launched himself at his godfather and wrapped his arms around his neck.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Harry whispered, letting go and staring at Sirius' surprised expression.
"I did, Harry, but your letters told me that you didn't give a shit and you didn't want to talk to me."
"Uncle Vernon was forging my letter.
Sirius nodded towards the remaining scar on Harry's shoulder "Did he do that as well?"
"Yes, But don't worry, Dumbledore fixed him"
"Harry why did you go and talk to Salazar." Dumbledore was behind them.
"Come to the dining room. I'd grab some butterbeers." Sirius made Harry turn and gave him a gentle push in the right direction.
Once they were sitting round the table, drinks in hand, Dumbledore re-asked his question.
"Why did you talk to Salazar, Harry, why not Godric or myself?" obviously Rowena hadn't told him anything. The gods were trustworthy. Sirius was confused.
"The founders? How could he be talking to them?"
"I'll explain later, Sirius" Dumbledore waved him off, eyes fixed on Harry.
"Because I'm his heir. And I wanted to ask a few questions. He told me that Sirius was alive. And that I'm pureblood and he told me how to kill Voldemort…"
Dumbledore was uniquely shocked.
"I've been asking that question for years!" He settled a bit. "The founders first came to me in your first year of school. They've been guiding me to make sure that you stay safe. I never thought they'd come to you and tell you that!"
"He didn't exactly tell me… It was only a hint. Love. That's what he said." Harry drained his drink and glanced at Sirius. "Oh… and if you want to recruit more members to the order, get Draco Malfoy. Salazar said he was on our side because Lucius bashes him"
There was twenty minutes or so until dinner when Harry finally went back to the common room. There was a huge group of people crowed around one of the lounge chairs.
"What's going on?" Harry asked, stepping in between Hermione and Ron. He was feeling in quite high spirits after his day with Sirius.
"There's a new girl in our year." Hermione whispered. "She moved to London from France." Hermione looked quite disgruntled about this.
"She's real hot too, mate" Ron added. Hermione finally turned to look at Harry. She glared at him then caught herself and her jaw dropped.
"GOD HARRY!" she screamed so most of the crowd turned to look. "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN ALL DAY!" Harry's scar throbbed slightly and he clamped his hand over Hermione's mouth.
"Shut up!" he said. People were still watching them so Harry dragged her over to a corner.
"We were so worried!" she hissed when Harry removed his hand.
"I went to the chamber of secrets," Harry blurted out before he could stop himself.
Hermione paled. "What?"
"I had to talk to…a friend." He said hurriedly. "Then I had to go with Dumbledore somewhere. Order business. Now just shut up. I can't tell you anything else!"
The crowd started moving towards the portrait hole, all set to go to dinner. This was when Harry finally got a glimpse of the new girl. She was walking with Lavender and Ginny. Parvati was giving her dirty looks, which meant she must like her less than Hermione.
Lavender bought her right over to Harry.
"Harry, this is Claire Bonvure" Lavender was smirking which only meant that she was trying to set them up. "Claire, this is the Harry Potter"
Harry shook her hand. "Nice to meet you, Claire" Claire was indeed attractive but, unlike Ron who just wanted a popular girlfriend, Harry didn't go off a pretty face.
Claire's hair was a mass of well looked after golden curls that were piled atop her head. She had pretty green eyes and long black to-die-for lashes. She had long pink earrings hanging from her ears to her shoulder and, although she was wearing black robes, she seemed quite fashionable in them. She also had a sugary French curl in he voice.
"Would you like to walk with us to dinner, Harry?" Ginny asked, as Dean joined them. The couple joined hands and led the way from the common room. Parvati came and dragged Lavender away so they and Hermione could have a bitch.
That left Claire and Harry walking side by side.
"Fleur told us all about you after the Triwizard tournament. You were very brave the way you took on the dark lord."
"I don't really like to talk about it" Harry said stiffly, glancing at Ron who walked with Neville and Seamus. They kept glancing back and laughing at him.
"Sorry" Said Claire. She moved an inch closer and their hands brushed. Harry felt his stomach tumble. It was Cho all over again exept Claire was more upfront about her flirting.
Once they got to the great hall, Harry tried to lose Claire by sitting in between Hermione and Dean but Dean moved over to sit nearer to Ginny and in a flash Claire took his spot. Harry groaned inwardly. At that moment the food arrived and Harry lost himself in a good meal.
About halfway through his second helping of pork and applesauce Harry felt the urge to look at the staff table. There, sitting next to Dumbledore, was a tall black wizard with a stern look on his face. He was staring at the Hufflepuff table were a group of girls were laughing to loudly. He must have been the new Defence against the dark arts teacher.
"What's his name?" Harry asked, nudging Hermione. She coughed and looked up.
"Professor Jordan Nixon." She said, smoothing back her frizzy hair. "We have him first lesson tomorrow." Harry nodded, now quite uninterested. Instead he fixed his gaze on the Slytherin table.
Instead of sitting and laughing loudly with his friends, Malfoy was a few seats away, deeply absorbed in his meal and with an odd glazing over his eyes. There was some stiffness in his left shoulder.
Near the end of the meal, the blonde boy got up and walked stiffly from the hall.
"I'll see you later" Harry said to Hermione and got up to follow him. But when he got out to the entrance hall, Malfoy was nowhere in sight.
"He went to the lake" Harry jumped and turned around, re-hurting his ankle in the process. Salazar and Helga were behind him.
Helga smiled kindly but Salazar had that same bored look on his face.
"We'll be out in a minute" he said, and led the founder of Hufflepuff into the great hall.
Harry left the castle and, ignoring his pain, ran to the lake. He could see Malfoy silhouetted against the moon.
Harry stopped just before he got there, unsure of what to say. Finally he just sat down beside him. Malfoy glanced over but said nothing so the two boys sat in silence, watching the rippling water and, most oddly, enjoying each other's company.
It wasn't long before Salazar appeared between them. Harry looked at Malfoy but he didn't seem disturbed by the God's sudden presence. Instead he spoke directly to Salazar.
"What did you send him for"?
"I didn't send him. He came on his own accord, Draco. You two didn't think you could be enemies forever, did you? Because you are both far too much alike.
"How do you mean?" Harry asked as Salazar pulled both boys to their feet. Suddenly the other gods appeared around them.
Godric grabbed the left hand of each boy and pressed them together. Harry didn't know what was going on so he examined the ring on Malfoy's Right hand. It was a silver skull with emeralds for eyes. The other gods added their hands to the pile and suddenly Harry could feel a searing pain jabbing through his scar. Images began running through his mind. Images of Malfoy.
It was like when he tapped into Snape's mind in Occlumency. First he saw Malfoy being punched by his drunken father. Then he was sitting alone in a room with a broken guitar beside him, listening to the screams of help as Lucius Raped Malfoy's mother. Then there was more bashing. Then Malfoy was cutting his own wrists. Harry could even see the tears that stained his face. The pain was too much.
Harry yanked his hand away, gasping for air. Malfoy must have seen all Harry's horrors with Vernon and Voldemort because he was even whiter then Harry. Malfoy began to shake then he turned and vomited. Helga moved forward quickly and began rubbing his back.
"Their, their" she soothed until he'd finished. Harry began to shake too. He had actually felt Malfoy's pain. He sub consciously rubbed his wrist and felt cool metal on his finger. There was a ring; the same as Malfoy's accept it had ruby red eyes. Harry opened his mouth to speak but closed it quickly from fear of being sick. Instead he sat on the ground.
He felt much worse then when Vernon had cut him.
"We shouldn't have showed them," Helga said, her voice brimming with worry as she helped Malfoy sit down. The blonde boy was rocking backwards and forward, clutching his forehead. He could still feel Voldemort.
"They'll be alright" Rowena assured her. "Boys go to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey will give you something to settle your stomachs.
"Lets go" Salazar smiled reassuringly at Harry then shimmered away. They were alone.
"I could see him. I could feel him! He was killing me…" Malfoy finally spoke. It sent shivers down Harry's spine to hear how broken he was.
"Welcome to my life" Harry replied, trying to be humorous. But he still felt sick. He could see the scars on Malfoy's wrist.
"Did your uncle really do that to you?" Harry showed him the scar on his shoulder. It was about ten centimetres long. Malfoy began shaking again. Harry had never thought he would ever see a Malfoy like this. He had always presumed that Draco had seen Voldemort. Obviously not. He stood up and extended his hand to Malfoy.
"Lets go to Madam Pomfrey." He said. Draco nodded and took Harry's hand. As Harry pulled the other boy to his feet he felt a sudden jerk in his stomach. There had been a spark between them. Malfoy knew it to.
Suddenly, without mentioning it, they had become friends.
They had almost become brothers.
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