A/N: sorry it took so long! But school ahs started again and I had a little bit of a reader's block. Please excuse me! And this chapter may have taken a while because im going to make it long to satisfy you're needs! Lol and I mean longgggggggggg! Or somewhat, if I lie sorry. Its for you're benefit.

Disclaimer: Where do I start…?

Chapter 10: Discoveries and surprises…

McGonagall looked at her class huffily. If they insisted on being late again, she would serve them a week worth of detention. The 2-ravenclaw students squirmed uncomfortably under her glare, before sitting down.

"Okay class, today were are going to be learning about…" But she stopped short and it was apparent to everybody in her 6th year class as too why. Turning around they stared open mouthed at what she was starring at.

An Aparation.

It was the trio again, but this time they looked kind of flustered, like they had just run a race. They were huffing and puffing and their clothes were slightly disarrayed. But the expression on their face was the worst. It was one of shock, disbelief, and fear…

"Okay, that was the stupidest thing you could have ever done in you're life! And that doesn't include charging into the chamber of secrets without any other thought, with a giant basilisk on the loose!" Hermione shrieked shrilly.

The class mouths feel open. The chamber of secrets had a giant basilisk? And it was real?

The kid who looked exactly like James but way shorter opened his mouth in argument "Hey! It was you who found he piece of paper saying it was a basilisk! And I was the only one who could open the chamber and save Ginny! Tom was going to kill her! And then we would have 2 Voldemort's on the loose! Sound good to you?" he glared at her harshly but softened a bit at her expression of sorrow.

"S-s-sorry Harry" she whispered "but still that's not the point!" she continued briskly "the point is, why in the world is Dumbledore thinking keeping Dementors in the castle!"

The class gasped. What?!

Ron grimaced "I don't know, but maybe they found their own way in…" he shut up from the looks his friends were giving him "okay!" he threw his hands in the air "it was just and idea…"

Harry shook his head in thought and disbelief " Okay, but that was pretty sad you have to admit." Ron looked sheepish "anyways I don't think it was his idea, because remember in third year how the ministry made him keep Dementors around the school because of…" His throat closed up in what looked like pain. Hermione patted him on the back "Harry, we all miss him okay? But you have to let go…" Harry shoved her arm of him.

"No! I m-mean I can't…" He looked darkly at the ground "Sometimes I still see him…" his eyes glazed over "I can see Bellatrix hitting him with the curse…His body falling through the veil…" He shivered and a tear leaked down his cheek.

His friends either didn't know what to say or were too afraid. The class was just way too confused and awed by the aparation to care.

"You couldn't have done anything though, so it doesn't do any good to dwell on it" Hermione whispered shakily. "I miss him too Harry, sometimes I feel like he never left, and he's still in the cave on the hill"

Ron nodded his agreement. "Ya, Sometimes I think he's still going to send those 'stay safe!' and 'I think something's up!' letters like fourth year…"

Harry nodded "ya, but that still doesn't fix that fact that he's gone, and if I had just listened to you Hermione, about it being a trap, I wouldn't have fallen for it and he wouldn't have died. I feel like such a failure"

Hermione sighed sadly "I know Harry, but you can't change the past. Things happen for a reason remember? Maybe it was how things were supposed to be…"

Harry shook his head angrily "No! It wasn't supposed to happen like this! My parents aren't supposed to be dead! Im not supposed to be the bloody boy-who-lived! People aren't supposed to die for me!" he yelled, "Cedric should be here! Not me! It was my fault! You hear me? MY ENTIRE FAULT! If voldemort want's to kill me so badly then next time I'll let him! After all, im such a big problem in his 'plans' and I have to be discarded, because I wanted nothing to do with him in the first place! FUCK IT ALL!" with that he stormed out of the classroom, leaving the 2 shocked and scared friends behind, with a class full of real people.

"Ron! If we don't catch up with him soon, he may just as well jump off the astronomy tower!" Ron looked equally troubled by that outburst.

"Well where did he go? He has the map! He could tell when were coming!"

Hermione looked troubled. "I know…but where would he go that nobody else could?"

The answer seemed to come to both of them at the same time. A look of dawning comprehension coming to their faces…

"…The Chamber Of Secrets!"

Without another thought they raced out of the classroom leaving a faint mist behind in their place.

McGonagall to say the least looked terrified. "They know where the chamber is?!"

The rest of the class broke out in instant loud chatter discussing what they just witnessed, the few students who were freaked out of their wits, crawled out form under their desks. Casting a fearful glance at the lingering mist.

Deciding to take charge, she stood up hurriedly, letting a loud bang reverberate around the room from her wand. The class quieted down quickly.

"All of you will go straight to you're dormitories, no taking shortcuts or unfamiliar ways. I don't want anybody getting lost. All classes for the rest of the day shall be cancelled." The students nodded excitedly and hurried out of the class still muttering loudly. That McGonagall could hear bits of conversations.

"…Chamber of secrets really exists?"

"I wonder where it is?"

"Why is you-know-who so intent on killing him?"

"Maybe he's just looking for attention?"

"Nah, doesn't seem like the type…"

"He looks exactly like James!"

"No! James is tall! This kid had severe malnourishment problems…a 6th year at a 1st year height, if not shorter. He's so cute though! It makes up for the lack of height…"

There voices lingered off as they turned the corner. McGonagall wasted no time in hurrying out of the Transfiguration classroom and heading towards the headmaster's office. She had this awful feeling that something was about to happen. Something big…

"Droobles best blowing gum"

The stone gargoyle looked at her indignantly before opening to reveal a spiral staircase. Stepping on, it immediately started spiraling upwards. The door she approached was a big oak door. And suddenly she felt strange, like knocking on the headmasters door was wrong, and she should be doing something else, but she couldn't quite figure it out. Without another thought the door sprang open before she could knock.

"Come in Minerva"

She barely registered how he always knew who it was, and immediately walked in and started informing him of the recent events.

"…And then I sent the kids off to their dorms saying there would be no more classes for the day and they would be staying in their for the remainder of the evening." Dumbledore just nodded thoughtfully, that pensieve look already in place. For some reason McGonagall felt the urge to explain more. "I –I don't know Albus, but I have this strange feeling hat I should have done something that I didn't, or that were approaching this situation wrong, like we shouldn't watch, but actually do something…"

"I know what you mean, I've been feeling that too"

She looked shocked "you have?"

"Yes, but like you, I also don't know what to do. I mean they re aparations, like ghosts. You can't touch them without falling through. But I have noticed some strange things…"

"And what is that?"

"Their eyes" He looked at her with heavy eyes "Every time they appear, their eyes become more colorful, and slowly they do too. Its like they're becoming more real."

McGonagall lost her composure "W-what is that supposed to mean? You're not trying to tell me that…?"

"I' am afraid so Minerva, My hypothesis is most likely correct"

There was not more to be said by this statement. It was a scary thought. What it tom appeared again and came back…?

"But there is something I don't understand Albus" She questioned "How come only some have their eyes colored? And the others aren't?"

He nodded his head again "Ah, good question. I believe it's the amount of power one posses. Obviously Tom Riddle" McGonagall shivered "…has a lot of power, there fore his eyes shone immediately. Same goes for young Harry, His eyes, obviously lily's if I may add, shone immediately. His friend's eyes are slowly getting colour. As well as any others"

She nodded and this time she gained the pensieve look "that's all very interesting indeed, but may I ask what we are going to do?"

He shrugged rather helplessly. His next words seemed to be chosen carefully "I believe we should wait. If they become real they me a huge advantage to us"

She nodded slowly "But what if" he cut across her.

"I know there are many risks, but some times we need to take them."

She recognized the final tone of his voice and dismissed herself. If anything she learned recently, it was when Dumbledore said something was final, it usually was.

The white figure passing her around the corner…

James's auror senses were tuned down, as he sat in his bus office at work. It was pretty busy, people were running this way and that, owls soaring overheads and pooping occasionally on the papers, a boring old day at the ministry…until the minister arrived. James was just thinking about what he had witnessed at Hogwarts, when the minister for magic himself walked into the room looking scared. The queasy looking Minister Fudge was hoping from one foot to the other, resembling Wormtail on many accounts. The sight would have amused James greatly if, it weren't for the fact that it was probably a serious matter to make the minister get his lazy arse off his seat to his office.

"Auror Potter! We have an emergency on level" he lowered his voice "9"

James stared. Level nine? The department of mysteries? Now he was really intrigued. It wasn't often that he got to wander down those mysterious corridors.

Not waiting for his reply he added, "We have put up Code red"

Now James gawked. Code red? Code red was the highest security system the Ministry owned. They only used it for emergency cases. Obviously this was bigger then he thought. "The alarms should go off any second"

As if on cue, the loud ringing of the emergency code red alarms sounded and in an instant wizards and witches around them were taking out their wands and stationing there backs against a wall so they couldn't get attacked from behind, Standard safety procedure.

Without a word James nodded seriously and followed at a run behind (or in his case in front of the minister as he was so slow) the minister towards the elevator lift. You couldn't apparate to those levels, or when the alarms were on. Hit wizards and witches were seen teaming up, roaming the ministry hallways.

James pounded the number 9 button and the lift slowly descended. He took this advantage to ask what was happening that was so important. He knew why he was called though; he was the head of the auror department beside Mad-eye Moody (who was his trainer) and his best friend Sirius Black, who was off duty that day, unfortunately. Although if it was a big emergency (which he was begging to think) Sirius would be called in by Floo, or another means (sorry top secret! Only ministry officials no it)

"What seems to be the problem minister?" he asked rather forcefully. If he knew one thing, it was to be forceful with Fudge if you wanted any answers. How the blistering blubber head got to be Minister of Magic, James would never know.

His eyes darted everywhere "I have never seen anything like this! Its like a ghost town!"

James was confused, how was a ghost going to bother them this much? It wasn't like poltergeist, which could ruin stuff…unless…

"What do you mean, sir?"

Fudge's eyes bulged. "I have never seen anything like it in all the years of my life! And believe me, I have seen some weird things…" James was glad he didn't evaluate on what those things were "But these things, there like…aparations almost…" James froze. Aparations? At the ministry? This was beginning to look like a bigger problem then they thought…

"But the strange thing is, they have ghost like accessories as well, like wands and shelves and curses, well were not sure about curses yet, but we just encountered them about 5 minutes ago, while they were running through the Entrance hall…" he trailed off as the level reached 8 "the strangest of all those things though was…The supposed leader looked exactly like…you"

James would have been surprised if he didn't already expect this. But he did. The thing he wanted to know was why this was such a big emergency. They couldn't hurt them could they? They were just aparations…or were they?

They finally reached level nine "The department of Mysteries" a cool woman's voice said. James idly wondered who had that boring job as he ran out ahead of the minister towards the darkening staircase. The minister came tumbling behind him the rest of the way towards the long dark corridor, lit by flaming blue torches along the walls. James had to stop. The hall was thick with mystery alone. There were no portraits, colors, or doors. It was dark and mysterious. If there was something James liked best, (besides his wife and soon to be son and best friends) it was a good mystery to solve.

The minister soon appeared beside him panting heavily. The blue torches casting an eerie glow on him. James snapped out of his reverie and continued down the long hallway.

A large door appeared in front of them, and James had this feeling of rising excitement. He got to go into he department of mysteries! Very rarely did anybody go there except the unspeakables who studied the strange things.

Unspeakables were the mysterious workers in the department of mysteries. They were seldom seen on other then that floor. Unspeakables couldn't apply for their job though, they were chosen. You see each kid at Hogwarts is evaluated through there years. A file is made up on them and certain people every few decades were chosen to have the job. Supposedly you had to have certain qualities and skills. What Skills and qualities James didn't know. He could remember at school wondering what it would be like to be an unspeakable, all he knew was that it could be a dangerous job, and full of mysteries. People didn't know much about them, not even what they get paid, only that it was a huge honor to be one.

After his daze, he snapped back to the real world. And realized they weren't alone. A group of top Hit Wizards and aurors were standing in the hall, facing the door in shock. James' eyes slowly flickered towards them and he couldn't help but stare as well.

6 ghostly (were they? They looked pretty solid…) figures were standing at the end of the hall talking loudly as if arguing or agreeing on something. James was shocked to notice his son was in front of them all with a pensive look on his face, almost like he was the leader…

"Harry…are you sure this wasn't a trap? I mean…this is you-know-who were talking about…"

James looked at the girl who had just spoken; she didn't look more then 3rd or 4th year. Her long hair flowed down her back, and if he stared hard enough he could just see a bit of colour in it. Red? From behind he noticed she looked a lot like lily.

The aurors had other ideas though. "You-know-who? What are these kids doing messing around with a thing like that?" Auror Longbottom exclaimed, obviously thinking voldemort didn't deserve to be named human. Which James secretly agreed too.

"My thoughts are on what are those things, aparations? Things of the future?" another voiced. Nobody commented and stewed in there own thoughts as they watched the exchange in caution.

"Of course I'm sure! If anybody knows Voldemort more then anybody its me!" Harry fumed "Now hurry! Sirius is dying in there!" Taking a deep breath he seemed to calm down impatiently "look, maybe someone should stay out here…To see if anyone is coming…"

"And how are we supposed to let you know when someone's coming?" Asked the smallest looking girl there. James noticed she had long flowing hair, and Piercing blue eyes. If he looked hard enough he could just see the hair colour, red. "You could be miles away"

"Ya, were coming with you Harry," said the 2nd tallest boy. James had to do a double take; he looked exactly like Auror Longbottom…

"Lets get on with it" Ron said firmly.

James watched them enter the door and disappear form there sight. Immediately he swung around and marched purposefully towards Longbottom. "You, get Dumbledore immediately" The auror nodded and walked away while James turned to the rest of the waiting crowd "Everybody else follow me"

'Tick tock tick tock…'

The usually patient man Albus Dumbledore was getting rather irritated with the clock. His sixth sense was being wound up again, he could sense something big was going to happen, but for the life of him he didn't know what. The clock only served as a nuisance to his pondering mind at the moment. For a bit he was tempted to reach out and knock the clock off the wall, but resisted the urging temptation, knowing he would regret it later.

As if to answer his prayers for answers to the nauseating feeling, the floo rushed to life and Franck Longbottom's head popped in the fireplace looking serious and rather worried, if not a little confused. "Headmaster! It is, as we've feared! Aparations at the…" he lowered his voice like he was telling a big secret "The department of Mysteries"

To say Dumbledore was surprised was an understatement. Hid eyebrows were in danger of disappearing in his hair. Then he resumed his serious grave expression and stood up

"Lead the way"

"Who's there?"

James and crew had currently followed the group through the twirling room, brain room, and they had now appeared in a large rectangular room. They were recently standing in awe in the center of a pit of some kind, large stone steps all around, and in the center of the room was a large Veil, it was fluttering slightly, and the group had suddenly gone quite as if something shouldn't be disturbed.

They watched Harry As he walked slowly towards the veil, with a concentrating look, like he was trying to hear something.

"Careful!" whispered the bushy haired girl, as James new was Hermione.

Harry continued to scramble down the benches though, one by one, as his friends looked on in fear.

"Sirius?" but he spoke quietly as if he was the only one there, something was eerily wrong with the picture. But James couldn't place it.

"Lets go" called Hermione from halfway up the steps. "Come on, this isn't right Harry."

James could detect fear in her voice. Thick fear, even more so then the brain room.

But Harry stayed there; the crowd could see a odd gleam in his eyes…

"Come on harry let's go!" Hermione shouted hurriedly form the top of the steps.

"Okay…" Harry muttered. But he still stood there like he was mesmerized by something.

"What are you all saying?" he asked so that his voice rang around the room eerily. Hermione looked afraid again.

"Nobody said anything Harry"

"Somebody's' whispering behind it, is that you Ron?" Harry asked.

The Ron kid looked fairly afraid for his friends sanity to now "I'm here mate"
"Can't anybody else hear it?" Harry asked. James noticed with silent horror that his son had put a foot subconsciously on the dais.

"I can hear them too" breathed the other girl who hadn't said much in the recent events. James noticed something off about her, like she was one to daydream about everything. Kind of loony actually, and he could see it in her eyes, there was a strange gleam in them…they seemed out of it almost, and her voice was thick with mystery, very much like Dumbledore. "There are people in there!"

"What do you mean in there?" Hermione demanded coming closer to them and peering intently at the veil. "There isn't any in there, its just an archway, there's no room for people in there. Come on Harry…" James saw her pull his arm but he resisted.

"Harry were supposed to be here for Sirius!" she squealed in a high-pitched voice.

Harry finally took several steps back form the veil and seemed to snap back to attention. "Ya, lets go"

The crew watched the group run back up the stairs and they continued to stare at the veil.

"Why does this kid resemble Potter so much?" A senior auror asked curiously. Breaking the awkward silence. Another one piped up.

"But that's not all! There's a Longbottom look alike in there as well!"

"And a Weasley! Red hair! I didn't know ghosts had colour…"

Chatter resumed that instant, as Dumbledore Came running briskly into the room followed by a pretty anxious looking Longbottom and Sirius Black.

"Where are they?"

The group stopped arguing and discussing as they realized who had just come in the room. Shame faced people looked away as they realized they didn't know where they went.

"Ah, I see this is a bigger problem then I thought, follow me, I think I know where they're going"

The crowd stared at Dumbledore in slight surprise that he was taking this like it was nothing new. But they didn't argue as Dumbledore walked out of the room in a fast pace as if he was on a fast paced mission, which he kind of was. Hurrying after him they reached the circular room again, just in time to see the aparation group disappear through another door. They just ran through the closing door as the room began to swim around behind them again.

"This is it!"

They looked around the room they just entered and were slightly amazed. The room was so long you could only see darkness through the blue torches at the other end. The walls had isles and isles of shelves stocked with tiny spheres the size slightly bigger then a golf ball.

"The prophecy room"

The group turned around and stared at the unspeakable standing in the back with a far out expression on his face. He seemed totally out of it, so the group turned back to the scene before them.

Harry edged forward with his wand out. The others followed suit and watched him anxiously as he peered down an isle.

"You said it was row ninety-seven" Hermione whispered

"Yeah" breathed harry, looking up from the isle at a number glowing in the blue torch light. "This is isle fifty-four"

"Well state the obvious" the silent Sirius exclaimed finally. James rolled his eyes; He knew he couldn't hold the silence that long.

"And why do they keep mentioning me?" he asked curiously. "I mean, maybe its somebody else…"

"Who else is named Sirius? Please do indulge us," Longbottom said rolling his eyes.

Sirius just stuck his tongue out childishly, making some others snicker at his antics.

"We need to go right i think" Hermione exclaimed quietly "Yes that's row fifty-four…"

"Keep you're wands ready" Harry whispered.

The group crept forward, glancing behind them every so often as if they were being followed, or expecting somebody to suddenly attack them.

"Did you teach them Moody?" Sirius suggested lightly like they were having a conversation over tea "They sure seem paranoid enough"

This earned a disapproving glare form Mad-eye as he walked past Sirius. "Constant Vigilance Black, constant vigilance…"

The groups suddenly halted outside an isle looking anxiously down it. The others saw how long it was; you couldn't even see the end of it, which turned to darkness.

"Isle ninety-seven" Harry breathed walking down it, almost cautiously as if he expected to find something important down it.

"Don't do it Harry"

The group once again turned around and stared quizzically at the mysterious unspeakable who was standing in the corner, the blue torch eerily illuminating his twisted face. A scary gleam was present In his eyes, the far out look still in place…

"Do what?" Sirius said in annoyance. That guy was plain creepy and secretive.

But the unspeakable either didn't hear him, or chose not to answer as he stared at the scene before them again.

"He's right down at the end…" Harry whispered taking slow scared steps down the isle "Anywhere here…really close…"

"Harry?" Hermione said tentatively, but he seemed not to want to respond.

"Somewhere…about here…"

He stopped as they reached the end of the isle. And immerged into another row, the dim candlelight shone around them. There was nobody there.

"Or maybe…" he started running towards the group back up the isle almost desperately.

"Harry?"

"What?" he snarled.

"I…I don't think Sirius is here…"

Nobody spoke. The silence and tension was almost too dangerous to explore right then. It was like entering white water.

Sirius looked extremely miffed by now "What is there problem? Im not going to go play hid in seek in the department of mysteries…seriously…"

Nobody bothered to comment. They were all wondering the same thing.

"Harry?"

"What?"

"Have you seen this?"

Harry turned around presumable to see what Ron was talking about. He was pointing at a shelf. A look of fear and confusion all fitting on his face, in one weird expression.

"It has you're name on it…"

"Don't touch it Harry, He knows"

The group then turned around for the 3rd time that trip to stare at the unspeakable in disbelief.

"Who knows? Can't you ever explain anything you say? This is getting really annoying" James retorted in annoyance. This man secretly creept him out. Like he knew what was going to happen.

"Shut up and listen!" Moody roared in Equal annoyance. James turned his attention back to the scene.

"What?" Harry repeated curiously. They could see a look of hope and curiosity in his eyes now.

"Its…its got you're name on it…" Ron stuttered.

Harry raised a brow in confusion and came over to where Ron was standing a look of astonishment crept over his face.

"My name?" he said blankly

The crowd came over to stare at what they were looking at. It was one of the glass balls on the shelves. Suddenly Dumbledore yelped. "A prophecy…Oh no Harry don't…"

The group was now staring at Dumbledore strangely. This was getting weird. What were they talking about? That was a prophecy? They existed?

S.P.T to A.P.W.B.D.

Dark Lord

And (?) Harry Potter

They stared at it.

And stared.

And stared.

What did that mean?

"What is it?" Ron asked sounding unnerved "What's your name doing down here?"

"That's what I would like to know" James muttered to himself, but the others heard it anyways.

"Me too"

"And meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"

They turned and stared at Sirius.

And stared

And stared

"What was that?" Moody exclaimed.

"What?" Sirius replied in confusion.

Moody shook his head sadly "nothing a trip to St. Mungos couldn't cure that's for sure."

Nobody bothered to say anything, because it was true.

Ron looked along the shelf "I'm not here, non of the rest of us are"

"Harry I don't think you should touch it" said Hermione sharply as Harry reached out his hand.

"Why not?" he said, "its something to do with me isn't it?"

Dumbledore shook his head sadly. "Don't you know Harry? Or…" he trailed off suddenly going very pale.

"Or…?" James prompted impatiently.

"Nothing, just never mind…" Dumbledore said quietly, almost sorrowfully.

Nobody figured out what he meant and went back to watching the scene with anew found fear. Something was wrong.

"Don't Harry"

The groups looked towards the Franck look alike. He looked scared; sweat was seen glistening on his forehead.

"It's got my name on it" Harry insisted. And to everybody's amazement he reached out and grasped the small ball with his hand.

Nothing happened.

Then something happened which freaked them all out including the bystanders watching.

"Very good Potter, now turn around nice and slowly and give it to me"