You know the drill, I don't own much. Characters you know and love are not mine. So don't sue me…. Please. Sorry it took so long to put up, but I've had writer's block. I'm all better now.
Anywho, this is chappy 13. Tis called 'Knowledge is Power'. Enjoy or I shall destroy you! Mwahahahaha.
Chapter 13
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Hermione was standing completely still in the middle of the fourth floor corridor, watching Will disappear through a passageway, not able to move from what had just happened. An owl flying over her finally brought her to her senses. She staggered up the stairs to the Portrait hole and stated the password and tottered into the common room, falling straight into one of the chairs in front of the fire. Ron looked at her, the expression on his face asking what had happened.
"Where's Will?" asked Harry looking around the common room.
"Meh." Mumbled Hermione.
"Something must have happened, you look all airheaded." Lyra joked. Hermione gave her an 'I'll tell you later look' and said nothing. "Right well I'm going to bed. Night."
Hermione got up and followed her back to their dorm.
"So will you tell me what happened?" asked Lyra, sitting down on her bed. Hermione gave in and told her what had happened.
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(Last Chapter)
"How did you find this place, boy?" asked the figure in a heavy Scottish accent. Will guessed that it was a man from the deep growling sound that was his voice. Will tried to answer, but nothing came out. "Answer me boy!"
"Well, boy. Are you going to answer me?" the man was starting to get impatient.
"I wanted a Sanctuary so I went to the room of requirement and when I asked it to change into one, I opened the door and it was here." said Will, his voice finally returning to him. The man seemed to be thinking it over.
"What is your name young one?" asked the man. "Your full name please."
"William Marvolo Parry."
"Marvolo…. Marvolo… he was one of mine. How do you come by that name?"
"He was my great-grandfather."
"Do you speak Parseltongue?" Will nodded. "Then you are one of mine." Slytherin added in Parseltongue.
"Sorry, but who are you?" Will hissed back
"Young one, do not tell me you don't recognise me? I thought it would be clear!" Will shook his head. "I am Lord Salazar Slytherin, Lord of Slytherin House, Lord of the Basilisk - King of Serpents, Speaker of the Ancient and Sacred Language of Snakes. And you are my Heir. And the first to uncover my Private Quarters."
"Y-your Slytherin? In out History of Magic classes, we were told you died!" Slytherin looked at Will stunned and then burst out laughing.
"The Founders of Hogwarts have found a way to keep ourselves alive and cheat death. But they keep me trapped here, in my own sanctuary. The Chamber of Secrets. They change their appearance every so often to keep me trapped." Will looked at Slytherin in awe. He had managed to cheat death. His father would want to hear about this. Understanding dawned on Slytherin. "Tell me boy, how did you enter this establishment?"
"I went through the RoR (Room of Requirement), by calling upon a sanctuary." Said Will taking into account that Slytherin wasn't actuary there. More of an image of himself, trying to grow stronger.
"Will you help me escape?" asked Slytherin, sounding very desperate. Will nodded. "Well as you can see, I do not have a real body, so I will need to share yours." Will froze for a second before nodding his head. Sharing a body, what does that mean? Almost reading his mind Slytherin answered. "All I shall be doing is be basically floating around in the back of your head. I will be able to talk to you and you me, by thinking what you want to say. I will be able to use your body to use magic. That's basically it. What say you?"
Will nodded and braced himself as Slytherin climbed into Will's body, (A/N: Wearing him like a glove, ow chicka chicka ow. Anyone who's seen the first season of the Boosh will know what I'm on about.) and into the back of his brain. Will felt a bit woozy but stood his ground even though he felt heavier with Slytherin inside his brain, telling him things and floating there, doing nothing.
"I shall need to take control of your entire body to make sure that the wards in place around this sanctuary do not break." Said Slytherin, his voice echoing around the inside of Will's head.
"Ok. But what are you going to do?" Will was a bit nervous. He didn't want to find out what it was like to be possessed, but was quite interested to find out what it felt like.
"Like you thought. Possess you. Get ready." Will felt like his body had left him, turned around and start throwing knifes into his floating essence. Will felt like he wanted to kill himself, for the pain was unimaginable, it was pain so unendurable, Will thought he were dead. They were fused together, bound by Will's body and Slytherin's power, and there was no way for Will to stop it. Will felt his jaw being forced open and an ancient language was spoken using his lungs for air, his tongue for the language and his voice for the sound. Will's arms were wrenched up and raw magic sprung from them, leaving pain behind it. As the magic jumped from Will's hand it left behind an imprint. Slytherin felt what happened and forced himself out of Will's body, causing Will to black out.
Slytherin frowned at the unconscious boy lying in front of him. Luckily the doppelganger had all ready been created to not upset the wards. Slytherin possessed Will, luckily he was already passed out, and exited through the RoR. He waited until the door had disappeared and walked past the space three times, calling upon a hideout. The door appeared and Slytherin was about to step into it, but was stopped by a prefect.
"Excuse me. Students aren't supposed to be out of bed at this time. Even Triwizard Champions." Said the Prefect grabbing the possessed Will's shoulder. Slytherin, using Will's eyes, looked at the prefect and laughed.
"I am no student." Slytherin laughed grasping the prefect's hand and sending a surge of magic down his arm, shocking the prefect and blasting him into unconsciousness. Slytherin laughed again and walked into the room of requirement, muttering the memory charm as he stepped through the door.
Slytherin quickly closed, locked and magically protected the door before taking Will's body into a bedroom and jumping out of the young body.
"I shall find out what you did to boy. I shall find out." He said before leaving the room.
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"Really?" asked Lyra for the fourth time now. Hermione looked at her again and giggled. "I knew it would happen, sooner or later."
"Oh really?" asked Hermione, looking at Lyra, trying to calculate what she was going to say. "And why is that?"
"Well, you two are much better together, then me and him. And Krum only likes your looks, not who you are."
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Will woke up in a pitch-black room. He freaked out, shooting out of the bed he was lying on, fully clothed. The pain shooting around his body made him remember what had happened yesterday. Will plunged his hand into his pocket and felt the smooth metal surface of the pendant, reassuring himself that it was still there. He sighed and started to look around. Where was he, Will asked himself. He walked through the rooms, taking into his surroundings. He thought he had either been drugged and taken away somewhere, or when he had black out, Slytherin took control of his body and moved it into the RoR. But maybe that was all a dream and when he had called a sanctuary last night, this is what came.
"The second theory is the right one, boy." Said a voice in the back of his head. Oh no, I'm hearing voice's now! Thought Will. He heard the voice in the back of his head start laughing again. "No, boy. It really is I, Salazar Slytherin. And I have found out what you did to me. For some reason you have copied my memory's, 'Downloaded' them me and used them for your own. I don't believe it was intentional but you definitely have my memories in yourself. Meaning you know everything I know."
"Really? Is that true? I'm now as powerful in the way of magic as you are? One of the great Founders of Hogwarts." Asked Will, his eye's lighting up at the thought that he could be the most powerful Wizard at Hogwarts. Even more powerful than Dumbledore maybe.
"I believe so. But you may not be as powerful as Dumbledore, for he is-" he didn't finish his sentence because Will butted in.
"A direct descendant from Merlin."
"You do have my Knowledge. But use it wisely, it took me over fifty years to receive all that knowledge. Use it wisely. It's not everyday that a boy of fourteen gains the knowledge of a man of 1094 (A/N: Just to make sure yuh know, I'm only guessing the age he would be. Kay?) In one night. Remember this, knowledge is power, power that can not always be controlled, watch your self." Will nodded and looked down at his watch.
9:15. Crap, thought Will, I'm late for Potions.
"Change" said Will, picturing his clean school robes.
"Tell me, Young one. How did you come to be in Griffindor House, when you are a direct descendant from me?" asked Slytherin, hissing a little in his anger.
"I asked the sorting hat to put me in Griffindor, because that was were my friend was sorted into. At least I still think she's my friend."
Will pelted out of the RoR and down to potions, taking all the short cuts he knew to skip flights of stairs. He jumped the last few stairs leading to the dungeons and the potion rooms. He knocked on the door of potions room five and waited patiently. The door opened and the greasy haired potions teach smiled at Will.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? A student late and with no note I see. You still owe me a detention as well. So we shall make that a weeks worth of detentions starting this Sunday. What do you say about that, Mr Parry?" asked Snape, a cruel smile creeping onto his face.
"Hmm, what do I have to say about that? What I have to say is I'm fifteen minutes late to a theory lesson that nobody enjoys doing, when its already really easy. And umm, what else? Oh yeah, your probably just picking on me because you got picked on yourself when you were at Hogwarts. So don't go saying that I have to spend my free weekends with you in a dirty old classroom. Kay?"
Snape looked at Will as he walked to the only seat left. Right at the front next to Hermione, who blushed and looked away, but Will didn't notice.
"Everyone get out your cauldrons, we shall be making Veritaserum. You do not have it in your potions textbook so it shall appear on the board. Parry, you shall not start work on the Veritaserum until you have completed an essay on the workings of the Wolfsbane potion. You may start now." Snape waved his wand and parchment appeared on the front of his desk. He waved it again and the instructions on the board. "Parry, you have thirty minutes to complete it."
Will looked down at the paper below him and banged his head on the table. A voice popped into the back of his head. "What are you doing? You have my memories, you can do this, young one." Will smiled and closed his eyes, searching through the memories that he had got off of Slytherin. The voice popped into his head again. "You really need to sort your memories, boy. Then you'll be able to look through them more easily." "Ok." He thought back.
Will started searching through his memories and Slytherin's. Putting his to the left and Slytherin's to the right. Slytherin's memories were already sorted, so Will only needed to sort his own memories. Which was good, because sorting his memories, as well as Will's own, would have taken years. Will explored Slytherin's memories and finally, after about ten minutes, found the one he needed. The workings of the Wolfsbane potion. He quickly jotted down it and handed it to Snape, before getting out his cauldron and setting to work on finding the right memory and using it.
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The lesson ended and everyone had finished their Veritaserum, bottling it up and sticking it on Snape's desk and getting rid of the rest. Will took another vial from inside his pocket and quickly scooped up some more of the clear liquid, before clearing the rest. He exited the classroom quickly and went straight to the RoR.
"You know boy, I think that you should sort you memories." Said Slytherin, floating in the back of Will's head as he made his way there.
"From being inside my mind, I thought you knew I was!" Will almost shouted. He was getting annoyed with Slytherin in the back of his head.
"There's no need to shout, boy. You should respect your elders. Especially me, you wouldn't be here if it weren't for me."
"Oh, and how is that?"
"If I hadn't have had a child, that child would never of had another child and so on, until your father had you! So don't think I'm not part of you."
"FINE!" shouted Will, forcing Slytherin out of his head, by use of Slytherin's own Occlumency skills.
"Who are you talking to, Will," asked Harry as he made his way up to Will.
"No one."
"Alright, anyway, we have got to go to a Tournament meeting"
"Alright." Sighed Will. The voice popped back into his head. "Do not use my own powers against me!"
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"Where did Will rush off to?" asked Hermione, looking towards Lyra.
"I don't know." Lyra said anxiously. Truth be told, she was really worried, he didn't look healthy when he came to potions and she still loved him, but more like a brother than anything else.
"He's been really secretive since he kissed you." Said Harry, as if from out of nowhere.
"How did you find out?" asked Hermione looking a little scared as to how he found out.
"Oh, I have my ways." He smiled, kissed Lyra and headed down to break.
"Harry Potter?" asked a little girl, knowing full well who he was.
"Yes?"
"I have a note from Professor Dumbledore for you."
"Thanks," said Harry, taking the note off the little girl and watching her run away quickly. "I gotta go to a Tournament meeting. I go and find Will first."
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Will and Harry made their way down to the Quidditch pitch in complete silence. Finally, Harry broke it by saying; "I wonder what the Third Task is going to be. I heard Fleur going on yesterday about underground tunnels."
They walked out of the Entrance hall and down the field to the Quidditch pitch and entered the stadium. As they entered, Harry and Will looked at the maze, now sitting where once was luscious green grass.
"Hello there!" called a cheery voice that Harry recognised as Ludo Bagman, who waved them over to the middle of the pitch with Dumbledore, Karkaroff, Madam Maxime, Fleur and Krum. They made their way over, quietly studying the maze. "You'll have you Quidditch pitch back to normal after the third task. Now, you all know why were here. The Triwizard Tournament. Well, the third task, is really quite simple. The Triwizard cup shall be placed in the maze and the first Champion to touch it wins."
"So we seemply ave to get through ze maze?" asked Fleur, smiling, since she had to fore fit the second task.
"No, there will be obstacles, of course, but yes that's practically everything. Hagrid is providing a number of creatures, spells, traps, all that sort of thing. Now, the champions who are in the lead with points shall get first entry to the maze, so that will be, Mr Potter, Mr Parry, Mr Krum, and then of course Miss Delacour. But you shall all be entering from different positions, so its fare game for anybody. Should be fun, eh? Tonight everyone. Be ready."
Harry knew that the creatures Hagrid would be providing would be things like giant fire-breathing stick insects or something of the sort and laughed at the thought.
"Any questions?" asked Bagman, a grin from ear to ear, etched onto his face. Everyone shook theirs heads and he continued. "Well, lets get back to the castle. Get studying and all." He laughed and wondered off.
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Will ran off to the RoR, not bothering to go to divination.
Will didn't return from the RoR at the start of the next lesson. He stayed inside sorting and studying his and Slytherin's memories, using a pensive that had found its way into the room when he thought he was going to sort his memories.
XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxXThe end of the lesson came and Trelawney told everyone to pack up. Harry packed his things away and told Ron that he would see him in Transfiguration, because he needed to talk to Trelawney. Ron nodded and left the classroom with the crowd heading for the trapdoor. Harry waited until the last person had exited the trapdoor before approaching his professor.
"Professor, I was wondering if I could talk to you about something?" asked Harry, his fingers fidgeting upon the strap of his bag.
"Absolutely, Harry. What would you like to talk about." She answered, staring through her thick rimmed glasses at Harry, making her eyes three times their normal size.
"Well, last year, when I brought back the crystal-ball, you made a proh-" Harry didn't finish his sentence as professor Trelawney had started breathing very heavily and wheezing. "Professor, are you alright." Suddenly his eyes opened in realisation.
"The Dark Lord will rise again, with his Servant's aid, greater and more powerful than he ever was, the Dark Lord shall rise again, and the Dark Lord's equal shall over through him, and take his place, more powerful than his predecessor."
Harry looked at her and ran from the room, jumping down the trapdoor, and landing lopsided on his ankle. Remembering the healing spell, he quickly sorted his ankle and ran down the flight of stairs leading to the seventh floor corridor, taking the nearest secret passage to the next floor. He pelted out of the stairs behind the tapestry, and tapping the wall with his wand ran through another passage that would take him to the third floor. He came out the other end and dashed down the last flight of stairs, along the last corridor he needed to run past, and up to the stone gargoyle that protected Dumbledore's office. Crap, I don't have the password. He thought as he started saying sweets that Dumbledore liked.
"Strawberry Bon-bon! Sherbet lemon! Cherry lips! Pineapple chunks!" the gargoyle jumped aside and Harry laughed, running up the stairs and jumping the gap between the moving staircases and the door, banging on it.
"Open," said the calm voice from behind it. "Harry, I wasn't expecting you."
"Sorry to barge in professor, but something has happened." Dumbledore stood, motioning for Harry to sit down at the chair in front of his desk.
"Now tell me, Harry, what happened?" asked Dumbledore, sitting down again.
"Well, last year, Professor Trelawney when I went back to professor Trelawney, she was breathing really heavily. Then she started saying something about Voldemort and Wormtail. And I went back again to talk to her about last year and she started breathing heavily, like she was in a trance and she said-"
Dumbledore leaned in. "Go on, Harry, what did she say?"
"'The Dark Lord will rise again, with his servants aid, greater and more powerful than he ever was, the dark lord will rise again, and the dark lords equal shall over through him, and take his place, more powerful than his predecessor.'"
Dumbledore leaned back, in deep thought. After a few moments, he leaned forward and stood up. "Harry, I'm going to tell you something, that I should have told you in your first year, but put off for fear that you might be too young. An old man's mistake. I am going to tell you everything. I only ask for a little patience." Harry looked at Dumbledore, trying to figure out what he was about to say, and why it took so long.
"Four years ago you arrived at Hogwarts, safe and whole, just as I planned. Not knowing about the fame, the money, the night. Almost whole I should say. You had suffered at you aunt and uncle's house. You might be asking yourself - why did the old coot put me with them and not a wizarding family? My answer is that my priority was to keep you alive. Voldemort had vanquished only hours before, but his supporters where still out there, angry and desperate and very violent. And I had to make my decision, too, with regard to the years ahead. Did I believe that Voldemort was truly dead? Will receiving notes from Voldemort showed me that he is still alive somewhere. Maybe not completely alive, but alive."
Harry nodded along, taking in everything that Dumbledore had just said. "I knew that Voldemort's knowledge of magic is perhaps more extensive than any wizard alive. But I also knew he was weak. And so I made the hardest decision of my life. You would be protected by an ancient magic of which he knows and despises and which he has always, therefore, underestimated. I am speaking, of course, of the fact that your mother died to save you. I put my trust in that protection and in your mother's blood. And in doing so, I had to take you to her only living relative."
"But you could have given me to a family like the Weasley's. Aunt Petunia doesn't love me." Said Harry at once. "They would have loved me. She doesn't give a damn."
"But yet she still took you in. while you can still call home the place where your mother's blood dwells, there you cannot be touched or harmed by Voldemort. And your aunt knows this. Four years ago, then" Continued Dumbledore, as though he had not paused in his story. "You remember the events of your first year, as clearly as I do. You faced Voldemort, in the chambers that protected the Philosophers (A/N: American version Sorcerers) Stone and stopped him returning to a body. And you survived again. I was prouder that you than words could say. Yet there was a flaw in this plan, which I knew would pop up sooner or later. And yet, knowing how important it was that my plan should succeed, I told myself that I would not permit this flaw to ruin it. And here was my first task, as you lay in the hospital wing, weak from your struggle with Voldemort."
"I don't understand sir." Said Harry.
"Remember you asking me, why Voldemort tried to kill you as a baby?" Harry nodded and Dumbledore continued. "Ought to I have told you then?"
Harry looked at Dumbledore, told him what? "Do you not see the flaw in my plan yet? Well as you know, I decided not to tell you. Eleven, I told my self, was much too young. So we entered the next year, and once again you met challenges even grown wizards have never face. But you did not ask me that year, but we came into very close quarters to the subject. I didn't tell you, because I told myself the same thing I said the year before, you were too young. Hardly any better than eleven. As you left my presence, bloodstained, exhausted but exhilarated, I felt the uneasy pain of guilt as I though maybe that was the right time to tell you. Do you see Harry? Do you see the flaw that I had so openly fallen into? The on I had foreseen but did nothing to stop. The one I had told myself to anything to stop it happening."
"I don't-"
"I cared too much." Dumbledore simply. "I cared more for your happiness than you knowing the truth, more for your peace of mind than my plan, more for your life, than the lives you could have saved had I told you, more for your life than the lives lost if you failed. In other words I acted exactly as Voldemort expects we fools in love to act. And so, we entered the third year. I watched as you mastered the Patronus charm and fort off thousands of Dementors to save Sirius and rescued him from near death. Was I to tell you then, the moment when you had so triumphantly saved your godfather from the clutches of the Ministry? My excuses were beginning to run out. Young you might be, but you had proved yourself worthy of such knowledge. I knew the time must come soon. This year, how you have been entered into the Triwizard Tournament and survived Dragons and such. I knew the time must come soon. And now tonight, I know you have long been ready for the knowledge I have kept from you for so long, because you have proved that I should have place the burden upon you before this. My only defence is this: I have watched you struggling under more burdens than any other student who has ever passed through this school and I could not bring myself to add another – the greatest one of all."
Harry waited, but Dumbledore did not speak.
"Voldemort tried to kill me because someone said he should." Understanding dawned on Harry. Hermione, when they were first about to take divination for the first time, said that some witches and wizards could predict the future, making prophecy's, as the term was. "A prophecy had been made about me and Voldemort. And he went to kill me so it would never happen."
Harry's eye's clouded and he was reminded of a time when he was a baby. A faint voice filled his ears as he remembered looking into the face of his dad.
"…Neither can live, while the other survives… I've told Frank and Alice… go into hiding…" the voice and images faded out and were replace by the image of a younger looking Sirius.
"Make… Secretkeeper… be the obvious choice…" the image was blurry but Harry could make out that it was Sirius talking. Harry was brought back into present time.
"Neither can live while the other survives." Harry said. Dumbledore looked at Harry, watching him intently.
"Would you like to hear the prophecy?" asked Dumbledore after awhile; standing up and walking over to a cabinet in the corner as Harry nodded. Dumbledore took out a stone basin and brought it to his desk. He brought out his wand and put the tip to his own temple dragging with the wand a long silvery, gossamer-fine strand of thought and deposited it into the basin. He sat back down behind his desk and watched his thoughts swirl and drift inside the Pensieve for a moment, before, with a sigh, raising his wand and prodding the silvery surface.
The figure of Professor Trelawney rose out of it, draped in shawls, her eyes magnified to enormous size behind her glasses. The image floating atop the Pensieve started breathing heavily and a mystic voice echoed from her open mouth.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches, Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies, and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows now, either must die at the hands of the other, for neither can live while the other survives."
The image of Professor Trelawney sank back into the silver mass below and vanished. A few minutes passes as neither Harry nor Dumbledore nor any of the portraits made a sound. Even Fawkes had fallen silent.
"Professor Dumbledore?" asked Harry very quietly, for Dumbledore; still staring at the Pensieve, looked lost in thought. "Did that mean, that I have to kill Voldemort?"
"Yes. But Voldemort only heard some of it, and so he came after you. The odd thing is, Harry, that Sybill could have been making the prophecy about Neville Longbottom. Voldemort, thinking that the one that could destroy him, would be the one with the most power through family. He chose you, because you are a descendant from Griffindor, which was how you were able to pull the sword out of the sorting hat. He chose you because of Heritage. Both you and Neville were born at the end of July that year. Both of whom had parents who had thrice defied Voldemort"
"But if Voldemort made me his equal, then what about this new prophecy? It said And the Dark Lords equal shall over through him and shall take his place, more powerful than his predecessor. Does that mean I'm going to take over as the knew Dark Lord?"
"I do not think so. I believe that it may be talking about someone else." Dumbledore stood up. "I believe that it is time to go down to the Great Hall for lunch."
They walked out the door and down the switching staircases to the great hall. Everyone was already tucking into the food as they entered and Harry sat down opposite to Ron and Hermione.
"Where've you been mate? You said you would come for Transfiguration." Asked Ron, taking a bite out of a chicken leg.
"I had to go see professor Dumbledore." Harry answer, looking up at Dumbledore, who nodded. "I'll tell you later."
Professor McGonagall came down from the teacher's table and walked up to Harry. "Potter, the champions are congregating in the chamber off the Hall after lunch." She said.
"But the task's not 'til tonight!" said Harry.
"I'm aware of that, Potter," she said. "The Champions' families are invited to watch the final task, you know. This is simply a chance to greet them." McGonagall turned and walked away and Harry quickly turned to Ron and Hermione.
"She doesn't expect the Dursleys to turn up, does she?" he asked Ron blankly.
"Dunno" Said Ron, "Harry, I'd better hurry, I'm going to be late for Binns. See you later Harry."
"Bye Harry." Hermione said, jumping out of her seat quickly to get a good seat for History of Magic.
Harry finished his lunch in the emptying Great Hall and went to the room with the champion's families, expecting to see no one there. He walked into the room and saw that Krum was sitting in the corner talking to his parents in rapid Bulgarian. On the other side of the room, Fleur was jabbing away in French to her mother. Fleur's little sister, Gabrielle, was holding her mothers hand. She waved at Harry, who waved back. Then he saw Mrs Weasley and Bill standing in front of the fireplace, beaming at him.
"Surprise!" Mrs Weasley said excitedly, as Harry smiled broadly and walked over to them. "Thought we'd come and watch you!" and kissed him on the cheek.
"You all right?" said Bill, grinning at harry and shaking his hand. "Charlie told me about the Scorpiontail. Said you were incredible!"
Harry noticed as he looked around the room again, Fleur Delacour eyeing Bill with great interest… (A/N: You all know what happens. So I'm just going to skip ahead a little bit.)
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"Ladies and Gentlemen, in five minutes time would everyone please make their way down to the Quidditch pitch for the last task of The Triwizard Tournament. Will the champions please follow Mr Bagman down to the stadium now." Said Dumbledore.
Harry and Will got up. The Griffindor's all along the table were applauding him: the Weasleys and Hermione all wished them good luck and the headed out the Great Hall. They walked onto the Quidditch pitch, which was now completely unrecognisable now. In the last few hours the hedges had grown even higher. Four entrances leading off into different directions, the passages beyond it looked dark and creepy. Five minutes later, the stands began to fill and; the air was full of excited voices and the rumbling of feet as the hundreds of students filed into their seats. The sky was a deep, clear blue now, and the first starts were settling in to their cosy blanket of sky. Hagrid, Professor Moody, Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall came walking into the stadium and approached by Bagman and the Champions. They were wearing large, red, luminous stars on their hats, all except Hagrid, who had put his on the back of his coat.
"We are going to be patrolling the out side of the maze," said McGonagall, to the champions. "If you get into difficulty, and wish to be rescued, send red sparks into the air and one of us will come and get you. Do you understand?" the champions nodded.
"Off you go then!" Bagman said brightly to the four patrollers.
"Good luck Harry," Whispered Hagrid.
Bagman pointed his wand at his throat and muttered "Sonorus, Ladies and Gentlemen, the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament, is about to begin! Let me remind you of how the points currently stand. First place is Mr Harry Potter on 85 points, followed closely in second Mr William Parry on 84 points, both of Hogwarts school!" the cheers and applause sent birds from the Forbidden Forest fluttering into the darkening sky. "In third place, on 75 points – Mr Viktor Krum, of Durmstrang Institute!" More applause. "And in last place, with 70 points, Miss Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons Academy! On my whistle Harry!" said Bagman. "Three – two – one -"
He gave a short blast on his whistle and Harry hurtled into the maze, the path behind him closing off. Harry heard another whistle and knew Will had entered the maze as well. He ventured further and further into the maze muttering Lumos.
(A/N: I know that the maze doesn't actually close behind them, but I thought it was a nice touch)
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Will' PoV
Will raced forward he wand at the ready. He turned around and saw the maze closing the way back. "Lumos." Will muttered as he strode further. Earlier that day, Will was examining Slytherin's memories and now had mastered all of Slytherin's magical qualities. He was a master Legilimens and Occlumens, he could now do spells in Parseltongue, he could detected magical essence, a master geomancer (creating symbols in the dirt to create magic), a master at scrying (seeing what is happening e.g. past present future) duridry, the way to stay alive for hundreds of years, and the knowledge of how he can die.
Will heard a whistle as Krum entered the maze and he moved on faster. A strange ticking in his mind stopped him in his tracks as a message appeared in front of his eyes. It read;
Your father asked me to do this, so turn left and keep going right from there on. You will meet Potter at a junction where he will be coming from the left and you the right, both go straight on and the cup will be there. I shall take care of the other champions.
"Soooo, there's going to be some cheating in this competition?" laughed Slytherin. Will smiled.
"And some killing. But I don't need help from him."
Will transformed into his dragon form blasting a hole in the twenty-foot hedge walls and stepping through. He transformed back and went on. He strode down a long straight path; he saw a flash of movement and a loud bark. Will ran to where he heard the bark and came face to face with a giant three-headed dog.
"Cerberus, the guard dog of the Underworld" growled Will, back in his old primary school, his teacher told them the story of Hercules and his twelve labours. Will had always loved Mythology and so he knew what to do. Will walked closer to the beast, his head bowed, humming a loving gentle tune. The beast's eyes on each head began to droop and Will walked closer, still humming the tune. Will was so close now, he could feel the breath on him and he looked up and patted the dog on the head. He scratched the dog behind each ear in turn and walked off.
"How did you know that?" asked Slytherin.
"The legend of Hercules."
Will flattened himself against the hedge as he saw a figure approach him. Will saw who it was and stepped out the shadows, smiling maniacally.
"Hello there."
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Harry's PoV
As Harry move on through the maze, the point me spell telling him to go left, he heard a scream.
"Fleur?" Harry yelled. A deadly silence followed the scream as if their voice was cut off. Harry ran round the nearest corner, running into a dead end. Harry turned back and raced down another row. Left, right, left, left again. Harry found himself facing a few dead ends. He did the point me spell again, and found that he was going to far north. He turned back, took a right turn and saw an odd golden mist in front of him.
Harry approached it cautiously, pointing his wand at it. It looked like some kind of enchantment. He wondered whether he might be able to blast it out the way, but he knew it was stupid. He wouldn't be able to blast an already made enchantment blast away. Harry turned back and became face to face with a giant snake.
Harry looked at it. "Which way is the Triwizard Cup?" Harry asked the snake. The snake cocked its head.
"How do you speak serpent?" it asked back.
"I don't know. Can you answer my question please?"
"Go through the fog and turn left."
"What does the fog do?"
"Turn you upside down. It's only a trick though!"
Harry thanked the snake and ran into the fog. The world turned upside-down. Harry was now hanging from the ground, his hair on end, his glasses hanging on the end of his nose. Harry saw that the snake was laughing at him. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and step forward, falling down onto his knees.
"Thank you!" Harry shouted back to the snake.
Harry continued on, following the snake's instructions. He turned left and there it was, about a hundred yards away. He started to run to it, but was stopped as out of the shadows stepped a creature half the size of the hedges and completely made out of clay. The clay man charged forwards towards Harry. Harry had just enough time to get out of the way as a giant clay fist smashed into the ground where he was just standing.
XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX Fleur's PoV"Hello there." Said a dark voice from behind her. She turned around in a state of fright, her wand pointing directly at the person in front of her. The boy stepped out of the shadows, and she lowered her wand a little. Will sighed and with a very quick movement he disarmed Fleur and was holding her wand loosely in his other hand. "My Dear, there is no point in trying to go on. Now, I'm going to tie you up and send up red sparks. Or maybe I'll jut let the beasts take care of you."
Fleur screamed a deafening scream but was cut off as Will cast the silencing charm on her. A muffled voice rose over the hedge walls.
"Fleur?" yelled the voice. Will laughed softly and started to walk off.
He looked behind him and saw Fleur screaming, but no sound coming out. Will threw her wand inches from her. "Byeee!"
Will walked off smiling maniacally.
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"Harry, on the count of three, I want you to send a stunner into the small of the golems back. Ready, one, two, three!" Will shouted. Harry nodded and shot the spell, which combined with the spell that Will sent and went straight into the creature, knocking it onto the floor.
"Come on." Will said, running towards the Triwizard Cup. "You take, you deserve it!"
Harry looked from Will to the Cup.
"You take it. It was my fault we fell out"
"You should take it, I don't want it."
"What, that's a bit stupid!"
"I think this whole competition was stupid, I never wanted to enter."
"We'll take it at the same time" Will nodded. "One, two, three." They both leaned forward to grab the Cup, Will 'Accidentally' missing it.
Harry felt his feet leave the floor, as he was portkeyed away. Will smiled and brought out his pendant, putting around his neck. "Change" Picturing his black robes and pulling the hood over his head. "Welcome to your destruction, Harry Potter!" Will laughed as he portkeyed away.
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