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"Speech" "Other Language" 'Thoughts' Parseltongue

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Chapter 10 – Tendrils of Darkness

Harry Potter was amused.

Very amused.

For the fourth time that day, he had encountered professor Lockhart in the corridors. And, also for the forth time, the professor had promptly found some reason to scurry away.

It was ironic really. In his original timeline, Harry would spend his time avoiding Lockhart. Now, their roles were reversed, and for the past month since the destructive pixie lesson, the professor had barely spoken to Harry, and every time he had to address him in class, he did so as quickly as possible.

Hermione had, naturally, noticed this, and her incessant pestering had driven Harry half-mad, but he wisely chose to keep his mouth firmly closed with regards to the events that took place when everyone else had gone. Still, that did not stop Hermione's questions, nor did it stop him feeling an inner beast rise aggressively in response, which he barely contained. After all, hexing his friend for her questions hardly seemed appropriate. Even if something within him did not seem to agree with that.

Whatever it was though didn't complain to loudly, for he had several opportunities to hex people, which translated to hexing Malfoy. The blonde haired Slytherin did not take well to Harry repeatedly defeating him, and kept on trying to humiliate him in classes and ambush him in corridors. The latter made an excellent opportunity for field training in duelling for his friends.

He could clearly remember the first time that the Slytherins encountered the fury of the Shades.

/Flashback/

It was, as Fred Weasley put it, "Too bloody early in the bloody morning for a bloody Quidditch practice", though he made sure to whisper it, lest he be heard by the captain, Oliver Wood, who was currently showing the sleepy Gryffindor Quidditch team and the even sleepier Shades his latest plans for winning the cup. Harry's friends were beginning to curse their decision to follow him on the first practice of the season.

Finally, after going through all of Wood's animated Diagrams, they got up and dragged their feet and brooms to the quidditch pitch. Naturally, as fate would have it, they were barely in the air before several people in green robes walked into the field, seven of them carrying finely polished broom-sticks in their hands.

Oliver bade his team to stop, and promptly landed.

"This is our practice time Flint. Get lost." He said, addressing the Slytherin Captain.

"I don't think so Wood." He answered, while at the same time landing a glare made him look like he would like nothing better than to break Wood's bones, an action which probably rated amongst the top 10 of his fantasies.

"You see," he continued, "I have expressed permission from Professor Snape" he said, waving a little piece of paper under Wood's nose "saying that the Slytherin team is to use the pitch today, in order to try out our new seeker."

"You have a new seeker? Who?" questioned George.

Flint simply gestured towards his players, who came forward. Six large people came over, leering at the Gryffindors. Their body mass betrayed that Flint's strategy revolved around slamming into opponents and on brute strength rather than skill. From behind the six large figures before them came a seventh, smaller boy, smirking all over his pale, pointed face. It was Draco Malfoy.

"Malfoy? A second year?" asked Wood, almost incredulous

"Indeed. Mr Malfoy made a rather significant contribution to our team." He said, and the entire teem stuck out their brooms. On them, the writing Nimbus Two Thousand and One was clearly visible. "Nimbus, Very latest model. Only came out last month."

"So Malfoy, had Daddy buy your way into the team did you?" asked Ginny, sneering at the boy.

"At least my father does not need to whore off his daughter to Potter and Longbottom to get some scraps of money…tell me, do you team up with the mudblood?" Asked the pale boy.

At that moment, an extreme feeling of rage, anger and hate rose through Harry like a tidal wave, drowning his mind in a feeling of euphoria and blinding him. Before he noticed what he was doing, his wand was already pointing at Malfoy, the words "Avada Kedavra" ready in his mouth.

At the last minute, he suppressed the feeling with great difficulty. Looking at Malfoy, he saw that he had already fallen unconcious, his face laced with green boils and his hair cut off as a result of a combined attack by Ron, Neville and Ginny. Around them, Hermione and the Gryffindor team had also taken their wands out, and were pointing them firmly at the Slytherins, who had lined up against the Gryffindors, wands at the ready, glaring at them.

"He went asking for it Flint" said Oliver tiredly.

"Did he? That isn't what we saw… an unprovoked attack on our newest seeker to sabotage him…I never thought you would do that Wood."

"I don't think you are getting the facts straight Flint…perhaps you need some first-hand experience of an attack to understand…" said Harry.

"Really Potter? And I suppose you would be the one to show me?"

"Only one way to know isn't there?" said Harry, smiling in a way he knew would infuriate Flint and keeping his bubbling anger suppressed at the same time.

"Are you threatening me?" said Flint, his gaze darkening.

Harry smiled again, and waving his wand, he conjured a few dozen shining knives, which remained suspended in the air in front of him.

"You fancy becoming a pin cushion Flint?"

The Slytherin glared, and one of Malfoy's second year lackeys fired a spell from her wand. Before it could reach the Gryffindors, it was promptly stopped by Hermione, who slammed a shield into place. Then, all Hell broke loose.

The Gryffindor and Slytherin teams started throwing hexes at each other, while Harry's friends took the offensive against Malfoy's friends. Even though the hexes that the older Slytherins cast where fairly dark in nature, the Gryffindors managed to remain unscathed thanks to Harry, who covered his team-mates with well placed and powerful shields.

The second and first years that accompanied the team where made short work of by the Shades, who, casting some of the more recent spells that Harry taught them, made short work of them. When Harry gazed over, they were all disarmed, half of them on the ground recovering from jinxes, while Crabbe and Goyle were hexed into laughing uncontrollably.

Professor McGonagall picked that moment to walk into the pit, assigning all of them detentions on the next day. Still, the victory over the Slytherins, news of which soon travelled around the school, brightened the day for the Gryffindors.

/End Flashback/

Harry had trained his friends almost every night since then, but there were, unexpectedly, few complaints about the schedule. Hermione was always eager to learn, so her lack of resistance was understandable. What was more interesting was that Ginny absorbed his every word and worked extra hard to out-do her brother, who still complained about her intruding. In response, Ron worked harder to stay ahead of her. Neville, not wanting to be the only one left behind and still remembering how easily Quirrel bound him, put an effort in as well.

The constant clashes with the Slytherins had earned them a few detentions initially, but soon Harry changed their tactics into more subtle and offensive ones. When the Slytherins would corner them, they smiled and feigned innocence, taking steps not to hex them. Later though, under the guise of Harry's and Neville's invisibility cloaks, they made silent hit and run attacks on isolated younger Slytherins or small groups of Malfoy's friends. The silent war that they had begun was more effective, and scarier, their tactics living up to their group's namesake.

The Shades were causing more trouble for Malfoy than the twins and the marauders combined could ever have.

Harry had even contacted Fred and George for help, and as a result, most second-year Slytherins had gotten used to arriving for breakfast with their clothes, skin and hair in various colours and textures.

Tension between Gryffindor and Slytherin was at an all time high, and small scuffles had erupted amongst the older students as well. Harry and Neville were prime targets, so they were usually surrounded by their friends and other Gryffindors, like the twins and, much to Neville's horror, Colin.

This was also the reason why it was a fairly large group of Gryffindors entered a rather full great hall that morning, moving over to their table and sitting down at their usual places.

Ron spotted Malfoy smirking at them and frowned.

"What is he so happy about?"

"Whatever it is, I'd bet it isn't good for us." Said Neville.

Indeed. It seemed that most of the attention from the second-year part of the Slytherin table was focused their way, which was disconcerting.

"Ignore them." Said Hermione "They are all just.." but she was cut short when the salad in-front of them exploded, and three Asps appeared. The snakes immediately slithered towards them, and launched themselves against a stunned Ginny before anyone could react.

Stop hissed Harry at the snakes.

They stopped and looked at him curiously, along with every witch and wizard in hearing range.

A spell coming from behind Harry vanished the snakes. Turning around, Harry saw Professor McGonagall, looking at him with an odd mixture of confusion, puzzlement and apprehension.

Harry turned back to his food, preparing to eat as though he didn't have the entire hall staring at him. Before he could do so, he was suddenly grabbed by Ron and Neville, who pulled him up and silently motioned for them to get out of the hall. They left, Hermione and Ginny following them promptly.

Resigned, he let his friends take him away from the commotion of the crowd of students, and into an empty classroom on the next floor.

Then, the interrogation began.

"You're a parselmouth?" asked Ron, a hint of accusation in his tone.

"Yes Ron, I am." answered Harry calmly. He looked at Neville, who looked at him in the eyes and nodded. Harry immediately understood what the boy was going to do.

"He's not the only one. I'm one too."

Harry could have sworn he heard a snap as three heads simultaneously turned to look at Neville.

"You're...one…too?" asked Hermione, disbelievingly. While at the same time Ron and Ginny exclaimed "What?"

I think we're scaring them a bit Nev hissed Harry, enjoying the stares that his friends gave him

It seems almost cruel to have them there…not knowing a thing we say

I think it got to their heads now… "So..convinced?" said Harry with a smile.

"It is widely regarded that parselmouths are evil." said Hermione hesitantly.

"A myth that came about because Moldy-Voldy was a snake speaker."

"You-know-who was not the only dark wizard that was a parselmouth." Said Ginny "The entire line of Slytherin has the trait, and they have always been known for their…attempts to eliminate muggles."

"Runs in the family…in fact, I wouldn't be surprised if old Sal made some sort of spell that made everyone in his family go loony and get an urge to kill muggles…he would be ashamed if he knew Voldemort" here he noticed the cringe, even if it was reduced "was a half-blood. Anyway, Neville and I are in no way related to the Slytherin bloodline."

"Are you sure? After all he lived over a thousand yeas ago…" said Hermione.

"Well, I'm definitely not evil, nor do I feel any sudden urges for violence and killing muggles." Said Harry confidently. Then he leaned in, and said in a not-so-silent whisper "Though you have to watch out for Neville, I saw him squashing an ant the other day…you know how it is, squashing ants now, being a dark lord tomorrow"

"OI!" said Neville, while the others just laughed, the sombre mood broken.

"How come you never told us?" asked Ron when the group prepared to go to their classes.

"It's not really that important…and we weren't sure how you would take it." Said Neville. "Now that the whole school knows about Harry…"

"Oh don't worry…I'm sure it'll blow over soon…nobody really cares about these things anymore…You-Know-Who is far in the past" said Hermione.

"Don't be so sure about him." Mumbled Harry.

"What?"

"Remember Quirrell? The dark lord is still out there…always plotting…biding his time."

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Not much attention was paid to the incident. Indeed, Harry got many strange looks, particularly from the teachers, but to most of the student population, parseltongue was a myth, a story that more than half of them barely knew, and even less cared about it.

Since there was no basilisk or heir of Slytherin to terrorise the school population, Harry did not have to endure a lot of whispers when he walked down the hallway, though he still had a lot of attention focused on him, due to his powerful displays of magic.

September rolled onto October, and the days passed fairly quickly until the month had all but ended. As Halloween decorations were being finalised on the night of October 30th, the shades were in the middle of their nightly training session.

"Expelliarmus. Expelliarmus. EXPELLIARMUS. Damn it Ginny, can't you say still for a minute?" said Ron, while Ginny was simply dancing away from his weak disarming hexes.

"Ginny, if you keep on dodging everything, you'll wear down fast." Said Hermione.

Harry, who was watching the action from afar decided to step in. "You might want to use a shield for the weaker hexes Gin."

"But my shield is too weak! I'm only 11, I can't raise a strong one."

"Maybe not, but it's not like Ron's spells are very powerful either. If you both practice, you'll get stronger with time." Then, Harry turned to Ron, ignoring Ginny's loud complaints about how evading was better and blocking was for lazy fat people.

"I think you've got down the disarming spell…even if you need to work on power and speed. Now how about we try something else?" he leaned in and whispered to the redhead's ear, who then looked at Ginny with a gleeful smirk.

"Premaculeus!"

A light purple spell made its way towards Ginny, who immediately jumped to the left. However, to her surprise, the spell suddenly changed direction, swerving off and hitting her directly in the chest. She let out a yelp of pain and fell on the floor, scratching herserlf furiously as her skin acquired a slight red tinge.

"Medeor Exsecror." Mumbled Harry over the fallen girl, who then immediately jumped up and shouted.

"What are you doing?"

"A lesson my dear, to remember that whiled dodging is good, it is not enough. Don't worry though, that spell is not easily performed, and will be stopped by a weak shield. As will any other homing spell. Now, lets try again shall we?"

"Premaculeus!"

"Protego" a weak looking shield flickered around the child, but it was enough to stop the spell coming towards her, even if a few beads of sweat came to her face as she held the shield up.

"Now lets get some new duelling spells down shall we?" asked Harry, turning around and walking to one of the nearby books that the room of requirement had so graciously provided. Doing so, he didn't notice Ginny pointing her wand at him and muttering. "Premaculeus"

A thin pink beam made its way towards Harry, hitting him square in the back, sending him to his knees, a slight irritation spreading over his skin. He took out his wand and waved it over him. Then, he turned back towards Ginny, smiling.

"Well Gin, hitting people in the back? Who on earth taught such an brilliant underhanded manoeuvre?"

"Oh, I had the best teacher! He is the greatest wizard I know, and he is so talented…though he is such an arrogant jerk and a git..no…he isn't someone you would like to know really." Said Ginny playfully.

"Oh really?"

"Yes…big prat and all…he keeps on teaching me to win by any means necessary…you wouldn't like the bloke I'm sure. Plus, it's not like he's that good at duelling. I could beat him with ease."

"Are you sure of that Miss Weasley?" said Harry with a glint in his eye.

"Why yes. I believe it is just now that the great Harry Potter was on his knees, and I was victorious." Moving closer until she was standing very close to him, she continued. "In fact, I think that I'm going to win again! Expelliarmus!"

The sudden spell, inches from Harry, hit him before he could raise a shield, and any other method of getting away would have been…painful…for the caster. And it wouldn't be a good idea to send Ginny to the hospital wing.

"I win again Potter!" said Ginny victoriously, and began a little dance around the room, carrying his wand like a trophy. "That should teach you to dodge!"

Harry just waved his hand, and Ginny hung upside down in the air, her robes falling on her head, exposing her underwear.

"PUT ME DOWN NOW POTTER!" she shouted, livid, while the others started laughing. Harry laughed with the others. 'Its fun to be a child…especially one with magic.'

She fell to the ground with a pang. Getting up, she whirled towards Harry.

"Bogeus! Conjuctus! Immobulus! Lentitudo!"

Harry waved his hand again, conjuring a powerful shield that blocked all the hexes.

"You can't beat me Gin."

"Really? Who was the one that fell, and lost his wand?"

"I let you do that."

"Right…I'm sure. Admit it Potter, I won."

"Did not."

"Did to."

"Did not."

Before they could go further, they were interrupted by Hermione.

"That's all very nice, but I think we should be getting back to learning spells."

"Oh fine…here….a very nice Inca Protection charm…a curse that will temporarily make someone deaf…and an overpowered variation of the Lumos spell to blind the enemy…right, lets start."

"That sounds to hard!" complained Ron.

"Well, you don't have to learn it. But I am sure that Ginny would like to use it on you as practice before she casts it on Malfoy….right Gin?"

"Certainly." She smirked, looking at Ron evilly.

Ron backed away. The last time his sister had that look, he woke up with spiders in his clothes.

After they had a fairly exhausting night, which involved Ron's hair turning pink, Ginny defeating Hermione in a long duel hailed by the others and the Shades planting their own 'special' form of celebrations for Halloween, they decided to finally go to the comfort of their beds.

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Harry laughed as he watched another pair of students being chased by the gigantic Jack o'Lanterns, courtesy of Gorge and Fred. Naturally, in Harry's completely unbiased opinion, said pumpkins were nothing compared with the wraiths that the Shades had enchanted.

Still, the spirit of fun was spread around the school, and Harry decided that the day was too nice to spoil by picking fights with the Slytherins.

"Though Malfoy is just begging to be hit by a pumpkin." Mumbled Ron.

Harry chuckled and nudged Ron's shoulder, pointing at Fred, George and Ginny who seemed to be plotting something in relation to the blond haired 2nd year that was currently bragging about some family exploit to his audience.

It was not long before Malfoy's bloated head was covered with a pumpkin, causing glares from the Slytherins and Snickers from everyone that saw the scene.

"Well, some people cause happiness wherever they go. Others, whenever they go. I don't think I have to point out which of the two Malfoy is do I?" said Harry, looking at the livid pumkin-covered boy.

As the evening rolled on and the people prepared for the feast, Harry decided to slip away.

"But you can't miss the feast mate! They have the best food!" exclaimed Ron, while Ginny rolled her eyes at her Brother's obsession with gobbling down large amounts of food.

"I'm not really that hungry…and I have some…matters to take care of." Said Harry non-committedly. 'After all, since everyone will be at the feast, it will be the perfect opportunity to get out of this castle and take care of my dear relatives…and restock on some supplies.'

"What matters?" asked the bushy haired witch next to him.

"Just something…it's a private thing Hermione."

Despite the mixed complaints and curiosity of his friends, Harry Potter could be found sneaking stealthily across the Hogwarts Grounds while the students were congregating in the Great Hall, in preparation for a nice feast.

As soon as he made it safely out of the grounds, Harry wrapped his cloak tighter around him and apparated to Diagon Alley.

Harry's power had grown a fair bit since he first arrived in this world. He took advantage of having two magical cores, and his constant use of powerful magics and rituals meant that his second core had to work hard to catch up with the first, which meant that his total magical muscle was very well trained.

That did not mean that he had reached his full potential. Far from it. He knew he had a long way to go before he could safely beat a wizard of the power that Voldemort or Dumbledore held. And he had learnt the hard way that relying on his dumb luck tended to get people close to him killed.

And he wasn't about to let anyone jump in front of curses for him. At least, not anyone close to him…

After purchasing various ingredients that, according to his calculations at least, would cost him a fine of 10,000 galleons and a 2 year vacation in Azkaban if found, he made his way towards Gringotts.

He headed to the nearest teller and asked to meet Brandok, the goblin in charge of the Black Estate. Soon, he was moving through the twisting tunnels, until he came to the now familiar office.

"Greeting Brandok." Said Harry in Gobbledegook to Brandok.

"Mr Potter. I assume you are here in relation to Lord Black?"

"Indeed. I am aware that he had been finally taken out of that horrid prison, but the Ministerial Bureaucracy seems to be…lacking in its efficiency of handling the matter."

"As you know, Fudge is using the case as political ammunition against Crouch. However, he will not move without conclusive evidence, or this could potentially backfire on him. He has already taken a great risk by moving him out of that prison." said the elderly Goblin.

"Yes…unfortunately, the nature of the Wizarding Courts seems to follow, in this case at least, the motto 'Guilty until proven innocent.' It seems that our dear minister has delusions of adequacy."

"Well Mr Potter. We are trying our best to gather evidence with regards to Mr Black's innocence, but what we have until now is too circumstantial to be used effectively in this situation. In a normal court, it would be enough to guarantee Lord Black's freedom…but you know what the case is like. Capturing the animagus, Pettigrew, would be our best choice at the moment…though the option presents us with significant difficulties."

"It is possible that he has attempted to keep in contact with the wizarding world by acting as a pet for a family" offered Harry "Or, he could have hidden with the Lestranges. It is possible that we could find something in a hideaway…I do believe they must have had one in Wales, in order to bring down the Longbottom Wards." said Harry.

"We have come to a similar conclusion. However, that does not make it much easier. The Lestranges were never found, and even after their capture, their hideout remains hidden. We are nonetheless trying…"

"The attack on my family occurred after the fall of the dark lord…there might have been someone who my parents confided in…"

"And they haven't come forward this far?"

"They may be dead…If I am correct, you have searched the Potter vaults, as I gave you permission to do a few months ago?"

"That is correct Mr Potter. Yet, we found nothing pertaining to the case."

"Tell me…did the Longbottoms have a secret keeper?"

"No…they were preparing to cast the charm, but did not have an adequate amount of time."

"Is it possible that my parents shared the information of Pettigrew being the secret keeper with them, seeing as they were the other members of the order whom the prophesy concerned?"

"That is…a possibility" said the Goblin "But if you desire to search the Longbottom vaults, you will have to speak to Mrs Longbottom."

"Indeed. Now Brandok...lets move onto some other matters…"

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After an hour of talking with the goblin, Harry left the bank feeling his mind hurt. He knew very well that goblins were shrewd negotiators, and his talk with Brandok had proved that. He rather admired the ruthless efficiency with which the goblins operated, so every visit he made to the bank included an attempt to further his ties with them and create a possible alliance. Gringotts had enough economic power to rival the ministry's political might…and Harry was never a fan of the ministry. They tended to get in the way of his plans. A goblin revolution, with his support, would serve as an excellent blow against it.

Harry snapped out of these thoughts as he walked into the dark and deserted streets. Concentrating, he felt a squeezing sensation, and fount himself in privet drive. He started waving his wand and mumbling, disabling the magical detectors focused on the area. He then made his way towards his uncle's house, to have a little talk with them.

Once there, he knocked on the door.

He could swear that he could hear a voice saying "Bloody salesmen…interrupting perfectly good folk in their dinner time."

The door swerved open, and Vernon Dursley's face appeared.

"Well what do you…BOY! What are YOU doing here?"

"Good evening Dursley" said Harry coldly, stepping inside and walking to the kitchen where Petunia and Dudley were having their dinner.

"Hello aunt, cousin."

"What do you want here boy? Are you here finally to give us what we deserve? Keeping a mountain of gold hidden in some freak place while honest folk like us sweat to provide you…" started Vernon

"That will be enough Dursley."

"Don't you talk like that to me boy!"

"I am indeed here to give you what you deserve."

"The money? You have it with you?" said Petunia, a gleam entering into her eye.

"No…it is something rather…different." said Harry, pulling out his wand and pointing it at the family, who had now visibly paled several degrees.

"Don't point that…that thing at us!" said his uncle, trying to appear in control "You aren't allowed to use magic outside of school!"

"No-one will ever know…" said Harry, and, deciding to play around with their minds a bit, added "The police will find your corpses tomorrow…charred by an unfortunate house fire…what a tragedy…"

The Dursley's paled even more.

"Or…I could make you do whatever I want Vernon…I can imagine the headlines tomorrow 'Mad Man Butchers Wife and Son…'" he continued, inwardly laughing at the reaction of his relatives.

'It almost makes me regret that all I'm going to do is change their memories…'

"Or even better….'Cannibal Son Roasts and Eats Parents…'" said Harry, who now almost collapsed in gales of laughter when he saw the expressions on their faces.

"You…freak!" shouted Vernon "You will meet your end just like your good for nothing freak parents!"

At this, Harry's smile and laughter disappeared, and, before he could control himself or even understand what he was doing, Vernon was writhing under the cruciatus curse. For a few moments, Harry just stood there dazed, Vernon screaming, his mind in a haze of pleasure. He watched the events like an outsider, unable to comprehend what was going on. Finally, what he was doing sunk in, and he immediately broke the curse.

No-one spoke for a few moments; Vernon lay panting on the floor, Petunia and Dursley frozen on their chairs, and Harry standing silent, seemingly in some form of trance. Finally, he felt a mental nudge as his anti-detection spells began to wear off, and he spoke, knowing he now had little time left.

"Well, I must say this little family reunion has been entertaining, but I must leave. Obliviate, Obliviate, Obliviate!" He said, pointing his wand in succession to each of his relatives, erasing memories of his visit and of his inheritance.

He walked rapidly out of the house, making sure that he was as far away so as to not cause suspicion, before apparating back to the grounds outside the Hogwarts wards.

He breathed in the cool Scottish air, and looked at the sky, where he could see Mars and Venus rising on the horizon. His mind still felt slightly misty from his meeting with his relatives, so he spent a few moments gazing out into the sky trying to clear it.

Eventually, he walked up to the castle, still deep in thought about the Dursleys before noticing the unusual darkness. The feast was over, he was expecting that, but it being a celebration, the students should have been allowed to stay out later…unless…

All thoughts of fat and ugly relatives forgotten, he now broke into a silent run, quickly entering the castle.

It was dark and eerily silent. He marched up the staircase in the entrance hall, before moving right into the magical staircases. After impatiently having to wait until they got into the proper position, he reached the second floor corridor.

He entered it, his steps echoing silently against the stone floor, while he felt his heart beating hard.

A few torches faintly illuminated the area. He walked towards Moaning Myrtle's bathroom and he squinted. In the flickering light he could see very clearly his worst fears conformed. On the wall, written in blood, was a simple, yet terrifying message.

The Chamber of Secrets has been opened

Enemies of the heir, beware

Harry froze, staring dumbly at the wall, before feeling a hand gripping his shoulder. He was abruptly pulled around, and came face to face with Snape who, strangely, did not look gleeful to have caught Harry, but rather had a stony expression.

"Back to the scene of the crime Mr Potter? 30 points from Gryffindor for being out of bounds. Now, you will have to come with me. The headmaster wishes to speak with you"

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Hehehe….

This update took longer that what I would have liked…but exams and waves of bad weather that knock out the power tend to do that…

Oh well…please review…