A/N I got a review that pointed some stuff out. Mainly, Harry doesn't really have a big goal right now besides vague ideas of fame.

And this is very true. Which is why I'm trying to get to the parts where Harry does actually have an idea of what he wants. Trust me, there is a point to this story. I'm just taking my sweet time getting there.

Also, don't you just love it when you write several thousand words on a document and then it just doesn't open for some reason? This chapter is a day delayed cause idk what the problem was, sorry about that.

Harry opened his eyes and after determining that he didn't feel like getting up turned onto his side and pulled the covers up to his ears. He truly enjoyed learning magic and all it had to offer, but at the same time it was hard to deny how much he loved the holidays and their lie-ins.

There was a knock at his door. "Harry, Mom said you need to get up! It's almost ten already!"

Harry groaned and sat up, yawning. "Why do you people get up so insanely early on the holidays! This is supposed to be the time to hibernate for a few weeks!"

He knew that his sister was rolling her eyes on the other side of his door. "Just get downstairs before breakfast gets cold!" Harry heard his sister go down the stairs and rolled out of bed, stretching. While at school he was always one of the first ones up, determined not to waste the day sleeping. But that has to catch up to a person eventually, so he used the holiday breaks to sleep in as much as possible and not get fully awake until after lunch.

Harry and Calypso had arrived back home at Potter Manor for the winter holidays three days prior after the winter term ended. Luckily, there had been no more earth-shattering moments between when Calypso revealed herself to be a parselmouth and the end of the term, which pretty much everyone was grateful for.

But Harry was also more than a little annoyed at his family. Calypso had refused to experiment with parseltongue. "It's just a language Harry, drop it," was her excuse. But it was clearly more than just a language. For starters, all languages had to be learned. Even though there were language charms, they just sped the process up. But Calypso seemed to speak parseltongue on instinct. And the snake didn't just seem to understand Calypso, it followed her order. So clearly there was magic involved. And on top of that, the ability was hereditary. So how on Earth did Calypso get the ability?

Harry wanted to try things out. Would there be a difference if spells were cast in parseltongue? Would snakes obey every order that Calypso gave? But she refused, saying she didn't want to practice dark magic. Harry scoffed at the memory. The first thing every teacher taught the first-years before they cast a spell in class was that magic is powered by intent. So as long as any sort of parselmagic didn't require negative emotions to cast then it couldn't be inherently dark magic. And while there was magic that could be used to hurt or help, it was the casters choice. So as long as Calypso didn't suddenly decided to be evil, there was no problem. But Calypso freaked out whenever Harry brought the matter up.

And it seemed that Calypso had said something in a letter to their parents, because the first full day of break both their mom and dad had pulled Harry aside for a few minutes and told him to stop pressuring Calypso to do something she didn't want to do. Didn't any of them see that this was a bigger opportunity than most people had in their entire lives! It had fallen right into their laps and none of them were going to do a thing about it.

Needless to say Harry was pretty peeved.

Breakfast that day was pancakes and the results from the end-of-the-term exams arrived. Harry's grades weren't much of a surprise. E's in Astronomy and History of Magic, O's in everything else. But he was a little annoyed. Only top of the year in Transfiguration and Charms. He had been focusing on his Charms work more than usual the past term and it had given other people the chance to take Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Calypso was first in Potions again (that spot kept switching back and forth between the Potter twins) and Harry cursed when he realized Daphne probably had Defense. He wouldn't hear the end of it for weeks. Friendly competition was great motivation for a person. The only problem was it was the same for the other people involved.

Christmas came and went with Harry nor Calypso receiving any spectacular gifts. However, Sirius Jr. did get his first real broom, just like the twins, James, and Charlus before him did for their eighth Christmas. The adult male Potters said it was a Potter tradition. Sirius wasn't ecstatic like Calypso was, but still excited. The broom was a training version of a Nimbus 2000 for little kids. It couldn't go faster than twelve miles per hour or higher than fifteen feet off the ground. James, Calypso, and even Harry all got on their own brooms when he went into the air for the first time. Harry didn't use his broom much, or even bring it to school like Calypso, but this was a special occasion so he brushed off the thin layer of dust and hopped on it.

Sirius had never really ridden on a broom with their dad like Calypso did before she got her own so he didn't really know what he was doing. However, after a few attempts he managed to stay in the air for a few minutes and ride around the property with James and Calypso in front of him and Harry right behind him. Stopping was a bit of a problem though, and Lily, Dorea, and Remus ended up having to dive out of the way when Sirius Jr. had trouble breaking. The older (though no more mature) Sirius also fell to the ground. In his case it was because of laughter though. Emily cheered, saying "Again, again!" as Charlus went to help his wife and daughter-in-law up off the ground, laughing as well.

After that it was decided that the broom riding should end for the day and everyone went back to the warm house and delicious dinner. Overall, a good day.

But other than that small moment of danger, nothing really worth mentioning happened over the two-week holiday. Soon, Harry was once again excited for another term of learning and simultaneously lamenting his loss of extra sleep as he boarded the Hogwarts Express with his sister.

They quickly found a compartment as Calypso was feeling uncomfortable with all the glares everyone was giving her. Harry rolled his eyes. They call her an attempted murderer and Heir of Slytherin, and all they do about it is glare at her? It honestly made no sense when he thought about it. For the first part of the train ride Harry sat with Calypso, Hermione, Neville, and Ron. A little more than an hour into the train ride, Tracey came to see where he was and he decided to sit with her and Daphne, despite her insistence that he could sit with his sister. When Calypso said she was fine, Tracey acquested.

Daphne greeted Harry when they reached the compartment the two Slytherin girls were spending the train ride. She then pulled out her wand when Harry tried to give her a one-armed hug. He chuckled as she glared at him, always finding a worked up Daphne amusing. However, it was Harry's turn to glare and Daphne's to be amused when she started gloating about her top spot in Defense. Tracey just sat off to the side, pretending to eat popcorn as she enjoyed the verbal sparring. Both Harry and Daphne were very proud, and while they were good friends, could also push the other's buttons very easily.

On all honesty though, Tracey had to admit they made a good pair. The constant semi-friendly teasing and competition meant they were always pushing to be better. And Harry was especially good for Daphne. Who knows, maybe one day she'll even learn an expression that isn't a glare or a smirk.

When the trip was almost over, Calypso and Hermione came over to kick Harry out while the girls changed and Harry went over to change with Neville and Ron.

At the feast for the beginning of the term, Harry had to admit that Dumbledore's speech was the best he had ever heard.

"It is at this point that I am expected to give a few words before we begin out meal. I hope that mine have been enough for you all." All the students laughed and cheered as Dumbeldore sat down, because they were all hungry.

The next day brought quite a bit of excitement. At breakfast, Calypso was leaving to visit the bathroom when she accidentally bumped into a fifth-year Hufflepuff. "Sorry," Calypso said as she tried to steer around the Hufflepuff and continue on her way to the bathroom. But the Hufflepuff got in her path.

"What where you're going," he said. "I know that you probably don't care about mudbloods like me and think your so much more important than us, but you aren't." The Great Hall began to quiet down as people listened into the the confrontation happening in the middle of the Hall. The Hufflepuff raised his wand and pointed it right at Calypso. Harry; seeing this, stood up and started to make his way over to the pair.

"I don't think you're less than me," Calypso said, tearing up and taking a step back. "I haven't done anything!"

"Tell that to Colin Creevey," the Hufflepuff sneered.

By then Harry was about ten feet behind Calypso. "Put your wand down," he said, pointing his own over Calypso's shoulder.

"Need your Slytherin brother to save your butt?" the Hufflepuff said, not moving his wand. "Makes sense."

"You don't know the first thing about me or my sister, and have no right to make accusations like that, which your really should realize. Then again, your a Hufflepuff, your House isn't exactly known for its intellectual prowess. Now put. Your wand. Down."

"What is going on here!" McGonagall shouted as she entered the Great Hall. "Mr. Potter, Mr. Duffey, put your wands down now!" Both boys complied. "Now tell me what is going on here!"

"She tried to shove me out of the way!" the Hufflepuff; who McGonagall said had the last name Duffey, said, pointing at Calypso.

"I just accidently bumped into him from behind," Calypso defended, clearing on the verge of crying.

"And you Mr. Potter?" McGonagall asked.

"This numbskull points a wand at my sister, I point a wand at him. What more do you want from me?"

"Language Mr. Potter," McGonagall reprimanded him. "That will be five points from Slytherin."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Oh please, I didn't even try to get creative," he muttered.

"You three, with me to the Headmaster's office. We need to sort this kind of behavior out."

The Hufflepuff looked terrified of getting called to the Headmaster's office, but Harry just walked up to Calypso and put one arm around her shoulders as they walked. The Great Hall, which had been silent, started to buzz with conversation again as the three were escorted out.

When they arrived at the Headmaster's office, Dumbledore Conjured two more chairs for them to sit down in and McGonagall explained the situation, as well as the two conflicting versions before leaving. Dumbledore sighed. "Very well then. Mr. Duffey, may you explain exactly what you think happened?"

"Just a second," Harry interjected. "I have something I want to know."

Dumbledore nodded. "Very well Mr. Potter."

Harry turned towards the Hufflepuff. "What is even your problem? What has my sister done to you that warrants you drawing your wand on her? And don't start quoting conspiracy theories."

"Fine then," the Hufflepuff said. "My parents are both muggle-borns. They came into the wizarding world at eleven with all kinds of hopes and dreams, only to find out that they had basically no chance of success. At school purebloods like yourselves," he spat, "mocked them and ridiculed them for just being born. And then after Hogwarts it got even worse. My mother wanted to become a Healer, but because he is a first-generation witch and it takes a frickin genius for a girl to become an actual Healer, she's spent the last two decades as a low-level assistant. And my dad has worked in Muggle Relations for just as long and hasn't gotten a single promotion yet! My dad has to work forty hours a week at a desk because my mom only gets called in a few days a week as they struggle to support my older sister and I. Meanwhile, you purebloods will have everything handed on a silver platter! You are a celebrity just for being alive!" He drew his hand back to slap Calypso, and Harry started to draw his own wands again when the Hufflepuff found he couldn't move his hand. All three children looked to Dumbledore, who had his wand out after casting a silent spell.

"I will not tolerate violence in my office Mr. Duffey." The terrified Hufflepuff frantically nodded his head and Dumbledore dropped the spell.

"But... we aren't half-bloods," Calypso whispered, leaning away from the Hufflepuff. He got a confused look.

"Our mom is a muggle-born same as your parents nitwit," Harry said angrily. "We're half-bloods!"

"But... the Potters an old pure-blood family!"

"Were," Harry said, still angry at how big of an idiot the duffer was. Dumbledore confirmed his words with a nod of his head. The Hufflepuff's mouth formed an "o" at seeing this. "And you just decided to take your anger at the system on my sister without doing any homework whatsoever. If you had, you would have realized she's a half-blood, and the fact the Potters are one of the biggest supporters of muggle-born rights in the old families! Situations for families like yours actually got better a few years ago with the Wizengamot passing a bill increasing the amount of jobs first-generation magicals can hold such as Minister of Magic, that the Potters publicly supported. I hear you that things still aren't great. And it's stupid that there is a Muggle Studies class for people born in the wizarding world but there isn't a class to introduce muggle-borns. But at the same time, you acted just as arrogant and prejudiced. You just grouped the Potters into a group we most certainly don't belong to because you wanted to jump on the "Calypso-is-evil" bandwagon without once ever even talking to my sister! And then you say that all Slytherins are evil muggle-killers. Yes, there are Death Eater families in there, but not everyone is like that. So don't call my friends or family racist muggle-haters again!" By then Harry looked ready to try to start some slapping himself.

"Mr. Potter, calm down," Dumbledore said sharply. Harry took a deep breath and gathered control of his emotions. "For the most part all of the words spoken just now are true. Yes Mr. Duffey, the situation for muggle-borns is not good right now. Know that people such as myself are trying to help those such as your parents. And Mr. Potter is correct in saying that both him and his sister are half-bloods and that the Potters are avid muggle-born supporters. Now, because this is due to a misunderstanding I am willing to let the words go." When Harry started to open his mouth his raised his hand up to silence him. "However, for drawing a wand unprovocted on a fellow student, that will be thirty points from Hufflepuff and three days of detention Mr. Duffey."

"But what about Harry! He pointed his wand at me!"

"I cannot fault a boy for raising a wand to protect his twin sister," Dumbledore said. "And for the record, I do not believe that Ms. Potter is the Heir of Slytherin nore has been behind the attacks. A simple look at her family tree will confirm this. Now, a good day to you all."

All three students stood up, two still looking mad while the other just wanted the day to be over already. Calypso and the Hufflepuff left, but Harry stayed a bit longer. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "Can I help you Mr. Potter?"

Harry got straight to the point. "Pointing a wand has been grounds for suspension for Hogwarts before. My parents and uncle said one seventh-year girl was suspended for a month for pointing a wand at a first-year when he mixed up their trunks when they went to Hogwarts."

Dumbledore sighed. "Yes, but in that case the aggressor, a Ms. Hannah Walker, had a history and ended up traumatizing the first-year. As this hasn't happened here, and this is Mr. Duffey's first major offense, I felt no such action is necessary. I do not deny my students their education lightly."

"I disagree when you say no such action is necessary," Harry boldly said.

"You are not the Headmaster Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said with a bit of force behind his words. Harry realized this wasn't a battle he was going to win and left the office. At the bottom of the stairs he was surprised to see somebody not his sister waiting for him.

"Look, I just wanted to say I'm sorry," the Hufflepuff said. "I didn't know all of that stuff and-"

Harry's fist landing on his cheek stopped the apology and he fell to the group. "What the hell was that for!"

"You deserved it."

That evening, Harry told Daphne and Tracey everything that had happened.

"I am very confused right now," Daphne said.

"I know, I didn't really understand it either."

"No that's not what I meant. It is like your personalities swapped. You always said Calypso was the more impulsive one and your Houses reflect that. But today you were the one doing the yelling and screaming."

"She's right," Tracey said. "You don't openly lose your temper often. Retribution always comes in the form of pranks."

"I don't know what your talking about when you say pranks," Harry said in a tone that clearly stated he was just saying that for plausible deniability in case anybody was listening. "And I don't know, I guess I just saw the wand pointed at my sister and started seeing red."

"You need to keep better control over your emotions," Daphne said. "People that don't are exploited."

"Well I'm sorry I have more facial expressions than polite, glare, and smirk," Harry snapped. "Some of us aren't nearly kidnapped and lose the rest of them."

Daphne abruptly stood up and left the conversation for her dorm. "That was uncalled Harry," Tracey said with heat in her voice.

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. "I know, I know. I'll apologize next time I see her."

"You better. I don't want my two best friends to be on bad terms."

Tracey had told Harry the story. When Daphne was littler, she was much more outspoken and emotional. But that changed when she was seven. Child trafficking wasn't very common in Wizarding Britain, but that didn't mean it didn't exist. At one of the pure-blood parties that her family attends to appease the traditional families, a relative of the Notts from Spain lured Daphne into a hallway outside the main party with promises of a special gift for her and then stunned her. Luckily, Daphne got a shriek off first and security was able to apprehend her kidnapper before he got get away. As it was explained to her parents by the DMLE later, there were a few likely reasons why she was targeted. Her age being one, and the fact she was a pureblood being another main factor. Her kidnapper could sell her as a wife to another pureblood in a foreign country for quite a bit of money. And another secondary reason that they gave was that some people enjoy targeting the happiest and most lively kids for the fun of "breaking them in." With spells it was a fairly simple process, the representative from the DMLE said that about seventy-five percent of children kidnapped by wizards develop what muggles call Stockholm Syndrome without the use of the Imperious Curse. Little Daphne took this as to mean she shouldn't show emotion to protect herself, and by the time she reached Hogwarts it was an ingrained habit.

The next day, Harry caught up to Daphne in the corridors heading to breakfast. "Daphne! Daphne wait!"

"What do you want Potter?"

Harry flinched. Being called 'Potter' wasn't a good sign. "Look Daphne, I just wanted to say I'm sorry. What I said was uncalled for. I don't even really know why I snapped like that. Bad day I guess."

Daphne was silent for a few moments and Harry was worried she was just going to walk away when she sighed. "I forgive you Harry. I know my outlook on life doesn't conform with most other people's and some find it irritating. It is pretty radical I suppose."

Harry opened up his arms. "Make-up hug."

"I will give you a hug the day you are going to die and not a moment before then," Daphne said, holding out an arm to keep out of reach.

"I will keep that in mind," Harry said with a laugh. That went much easier than expected.

A few days later Harry was meditating in the library by himself. As he reached out and felt the various flows of magic going through a few nearby people and even permenting the very walls of the ancient castle itself, he felt something... different. Dark and malicious, it didn't feel right. Harry couldn't tell what the heck it was, or if it was even alive or not.

Standing up, he walked to the source of the dark magic and found Ginny writing an essay. She looked up. "Oh hi Harry," she mumbled before going back to her writing.

"Hi Ginny." Harry hadn't seen much of Ginny at all that year. She was in Gryffindor, and Calypso said that even Ron didn't pay much attention to her. But the darkness wasn't coming from Ginny, it was coming from her book bag. He quickly opened it up and grabbed an unmarked book of some kind.

Ginny stood up. "What are you doing? That's mine! Give it back!"

"Quiet down will you," Harry whispered. "Do you want Madam Pince to kick us out?" Harry was taller than Ginny, so he just held the book out of her reach. Flipping through the pages he found no writing in the entire thing. "Why do you even want this so badly? There's nothing in it." As Ginny took out her wand, Madam Pince arrived at the scene.

"What is this?" she shrieked. "Shouting? Fighting over books?" Out! Out with you!" She enchanted several books to chase Harry and Ginny out of the library. However, when they exited, Harry kept running with the empty dark book, intending to get to Snape's office. He could hear Ginny following behind, but she had shorter legs and was slower. A prefect yelled at them but both students just kept their race going. But before Harry could get to Snape's office he saw Flitwick and skidded to a halt.

"What is going on Mr. Potter? Ten points from Slytherin for-"

"I found a dark artifact," Harry said, breathing heavy and holding the book up. That stopped Flitwick.

"What?"

"I found this in the possession of a student. It feels dark... and wrong. Just look at it." Indeed, as Harry was staring at the book, he could hear it whispering to him, urging him to write in it. With a shake of his head, Harry looked away for a few seconds and the voice faded from his mind. It was clear that Flitwick had experienced the same thing.

"I see what you mean," the diminutive Professor said. "Who did you say had this book?"

With impeccable timing Ginny caught up to Harry. "Give that back. It's mine!"

Flitwick took the book from Harry and showed it to Ginny. "Ms. Weasley, does this belong to you?"

Ginny nodded and tried to grab it but Flitwick kept it out of her grasp. "Yes it is! Harry stole it from me!"

"And where did you get this book?"

Ginny got a confused look on her face. "I'm not really sure. I just appeared with the rest of my books the day we went shopping at Diagon Alley. But it's mine!" She got her wand out again and Flitwick swiftly disarmed her.

"Mr. Potter, Ms. Weasley, come with me. The Headmaster needs to see this."

Ginny paled several shades. "But why? It's just an empty book."

"Why would you chase me a quarter of the way through the castle just for an empty book? And why have you carried an empty book in your bag since the year started?" Ginny didn't have any answers for those questions.

When they entered Dumbledore's office, the Headmaster looked up from signing some paperwork. "Back again Mr. Potter? I hope this doesn't become an unhealthy habit for you."

"Albus." Harry had never seen Flitwick be truly serious. He always had an air of excitement around him that made him such a good teacher. But that was gone now, replaced by an experienced dueler and veteran of multiple wars that is used to dealing with dark artifacts and magic. He put the book on the table. "Mr. Potter found this in the possession of Ms. Weasley, who says she had had it since the late summer. He says it is a dark artifact and I am inclined to believe him."

Dumbledore stared at the book for a few seconds before looking away. "Yes, I can see why. Ms. Weasley, where did you get this?"

Ginny was close to tears by now. "It just appeared with the rest of my books during a shopping trip to Diagon Alley. It isn't a dark artifact, it's just a book. Please, give it back!" Flitwick still had her wand, so she tried to physically lunge for it. Dumbledore quickly Conjured ropes to tie her to her chair. But even unable to move she still struggled and started screaming in frustration. The other three people in the room all looked alarmed. Dumbledore stunned Ginny before turning to Flitwick.

"Filius, take Ms. Weasley to Madam Pomfrey and have her checked for any forms of possession or tampering with her mind. I will deliver the book to the Unspeakables shortly." Flitwick nodded and used his wand to untie Ginny before levitating her out of the office. Dumbledore cast some sort of spell over the book and put it in a drawer in his desk.

"Is there anything you want me to do?" Harry asked, recovering from what he had just seen.

"Yes." Dumbledore peered at Harry over his half-moon spectacles. "How did you discover this artifact?"

Harry shifted around in his seat. As he wasn't doing anything wrong, just following the instructions of a book found in the regular section of the library, so decided to tell the truth. "I found The Book of Magical Forms when I was trying to find a way to get more power into my spells last year. I was in the library practicing seeing magical flows because the book said it takes thousands of hours of practice when I felt something dark and malicious. I went to see what it was and found the book. Ginny tried to take it back so I ran and nearly ran into Professor Flitwick. Then he brought us to you."

To say that Dumbledore was shocked would be an understatement. "You could feel magic outside of yourself?" Harry nodded. "That is truly impressive Harry. I don't suppose you have any idea as to what the book could be?"

Harry shook his head this time. "I couldn't tell what it was at all."

"No, that would be far to much to ask of you to do. Now, I think that one hundred points to Slytherin are in order for your actions. That is all." After Harry nodded in gratitude left, Dumbledore sat contemplating all the revelations the past few minutes had brought him. "Great things are coming your way my boy." After that there was no reason to delay taking what was very likely a dangerous artifact out of Hogwarts to Dumbledore Flooed to the Ministry to visit the Unspeakable Department.

After that, Harry didn't get a direct report about what was going on for over a month, except for what appeared in the papers.

Madam Pomfrey found that Ginny did indeed show signs of possession, and was transferred to St. Mungo's for treatment. There was an article about how a Hogwarts student was transferred, and Ron and the twins filled in their friends about the possession part.

After ten days of study, the Unspeakables determined that the book was actually a horcrux belonging to a Tom Riddle Jr. When Dumbledore read the official report, he felt both relieved he finally had the answer to Voldemort's greatest secret, and horrified at what the Dark Lord had done. The horcrux was quickly destroyed by basilisk venom and the DMLE got involved.

Knowingly possessing a horcrux is even worse than casting an Unforgivable with the punishment being execution. On top of this, an investigation concerning a horcrux is able to cross lines that usually wouldn't be allowed. Ginny was given Veratiserum in the hospital and after an hour of questioning was declared innocent. On top of this, the questioners were able to confirm that the Chamber of Secrets had indeed been opened by the soul fragment of Voldemort working through Ginny. Unfortunately, while possessed she didn't retain knowledge and therefore was unable to supply the location of the entrance and what the beast within was.

The DMLE was also able to open sealed documents of private sales and find out that Dobby was a house-elf belonging to the Malfoy family. Questioning the Weasley family and several store owners, Aurors were able to determine that the Malfoys were also in Diagon Alley the same day Ginny said that the horcrux appeared with her books. In normal circumstances this wouldn't be near enough allow a raid, but horcruxes weren't normal circumstances. Malfoy Manor was raided and Lucius and Narcissa were arrested and questioned under Veratiserum as well as several other illegal items being confiscated. Narcissa had no clue about the diary, but Lucius knew it was a dark artifact given to him by Lord Voldemort for safekeeping. Narcissa, having no clue was released. Lucius didn't know he possessed a horcrux, nor did he have any idea what a horcrux even was. But, the admission that he was a knowing Death Eater and willful endangerment of minors was enough for him to be send to a holding cell in Azkaban to await trial. It was expected the judge would levy fines against the family and sentence Lucius to a lifetime sentence in the prison at the trial. Fudge tried to interfere and suggested the possibility of a faulty potion, but Amelia Bones simply told him to keep his nose out of business he didn't understand. She knew full well Lucius bribed Fudge under the counter to maintain his ear and support.

The Slytherins remember that week very well, even if they didn't fully understand it. There were articles in the paper about the Manor being raided and both Malfoys being arrested and later Lucius being sent to Azkaban to await trial for possession of illegal items and new evidence showing he was a Death Eater. It was a bad week for Draco. With his family's political power gone, nobody had a reason to listen to him. He would rant about something or another, and everyone except Crabbe and Goyle would just turn their backs on him.

A few days later, Dumbledore made an official announcement that Lucius Malfoy had used an unwilling student to smuggle a dark artifact into Hogwarts that was responsible for the petrifications. This had the affect of easing the concerns of students and parents alike as well as ending the harassment of Calypso by much of the school. On top of this, Hagrid's name was cleared, even if he wasn't allowed a new wand just yet.

Dumbledore decided to talk to Moaning Myrtle; a known casualty of the last time the Chamber was opened. After determining she died in the girl's second-floor bathroom, he had Calypso go the bathroom with him and try using parseltongue. After about thirty minutes they discovered the entrance, and Dumbledore cast powerful wards over it. Two days later, a team including Dumbledore and James entered the Chamber. Nobody but those part of the team know exactly what happened in the Chamber except that the creature inside was a basilisk, that of the ten people part of the team, only eight emerged alive, and that Hogwarts was declared safe once again.

But there was still more. Afterwards Dumbledore and the DMLE had interviews and the full story was released, leaving out the word "horcrux." Instead it was said to be a "dark and illegal artifact." Shortly afterwards Harry received a letter from the Ministry. Inside it said that Harry J. Potter would be receiving Order of Merline Third Class for "action to protect Wizarding Britain's youngest generation and future." He would be the youngest person ever to receive the honor

When he shared the news with his sister she was ecstatic for him. In a letter to Hogwarts his parents were as well. As his legal guardians they got a notice as well, and wrote to Harry saying how proud they were of him, as well as the fact that his father would be awarded Order of Merlin Second Class for his contribution to killing the basilisk.

The start of the term was rocky and hectic, but just a few weeks for the end-of-the-year exams Harry could safely say that it was a good time to be him. And it was all because his wand was difficult to use.

A/N That turned out to be a lot longer of a chapter than I was expecting. But, it works. Or I hope it does. I guess you all will be the judges of that.

Now I can safely say that the introductory phase of this story is over. Sorry if you feel it is to long, don't know what to tell you other than I'm calling the shots here.

As always leave a review if you have something to say. Catch you all next chapter!