Chapter Seven
Secrets Revealed
As Harry and Ron made their way out of the Great Hall after dinner, as their conversation with Fred and George had gone on far longer than he had anticipated, they found Faykan waiting in the Entrance Hall, seeming as though he had just come from the dungeons.
"Hey, where have you been?" Ron called out to Faykan as he joined them and they continued up the marble staircase.
"Oh, Draco wanted to have a private word, so we went down to the dungeon area for a brief chat." Faykan replied rather dismissively. Ron however, didn't notice. "Oh, well, we were just wondering where you had gone was all."
They were just starting to ascend the grand staircase to head back to Gryffindor Tower, when the three boys stopped as someone called Harry's name. Turning back, they saw Hermione Granger hurrying to catch up. "Oh, no, what does she want now?" Ron groaned.
They started walking again before she caught them; half hoping she'd give up, but to no avail. "Harry," she called as she arrived, "I just heard the strangest rumor about you; something about being put on the Gryffindor Quidditch team after that bout of rule breaking during the flying lesson."
"Who'd you think spilt the secret?" Ron said angrily "Bet yea it was Malfoy."
"Couldn't have, he was with me and I saw him head toward his common room when I left him in the dungeons." Faykan replied, "More likely it was either Wood or your twin brothers showing off." Harry grinned to himself at the thought.
"So it is true!" said Hermione, "You know Harry, you really are quite lucky to have not been punished. I mean, normally McGonagall is really strict about rule breaking…" but whatever else she was going to say was cut off when the staircase they were all on shuddered, and shifted sideways suddenly, throwing them all off balance. "What's happening?" Harry said surprised. "The staircases change, remember." Hermione replied.
As it settled into its new position, Faykan hurried up past the next landing, just as the staircase ahead shifted away, stranding them on the landing. "Damn." He said angrily, and then turned to the nearby door, "Let's go through here, and try to find a way around. There's no telling how long it'll take for the stairs to return to this side." As they entered the deserted corridor, the four Gryffindors noticed at once that something was out of place.
"Does anyone get the feeling," Harry said, "That we shouldn't be here?"
"We're not supposed to be here, this is the third floor. It's forbidden" Hermione hissed at him.
Turning to leave they stopped at the sight of Mrs. Norris entering behind them. "It's Filch's cat!" said Ron.
"Run!" yelled Faykan. They tore down the corridor until they slammed into the door at the very end. Unfortunately it was locked. They could hear footsteps approaching and Ron was starting to panic.
"Oh move over," Hermione snarled, shoving Faykan aside and, whipping out her wand, muttered 'Alohomora' while pointing it at the door. The lock clicked and they wrenched the door open. They all scrambled through the door and slammed it behind them.
"Anyone here my sweet?" Harry could hear Filch mutter to his cat from the other side of the door. But, as he could see no one, he finally moved away, telling her to 'C'mon'.
"Lucky for us he thinks this door's locked," Ron said finally after they were sure Filch had gone. "It was locked." Hermione retorted
"And for good reason…" Harry said facing down the corridor they were standing in.
They all whipped around, and found standing before them the reason that this corridor was forbidden. A monstrous dog, with three massive heads stood in the center of the corridor, blocking all passage in that direction. All six of its eyes were watching them and it was growling menacingly. Harry clawed for the doorknob as the dog started bounding toward them. Just as he got the door open it was upon them.
"Onna kaima!" Faykan cried as they fell backward through the open doorway, and the dog slumped to the floor, quickly falling asleep. Taking no notice, the four students slammed the door and bolted back to the stairs, practically flew up them and didn't stop running until they were in front of the fat lady on the seventh floor. Ignoring her remarks about the lateness of the hour, they supplied the password (Pig snout) and immediately fell into armchairs around the fire of the common room, which was almost completely burnt out.
"What do they think they're doing, keeping a thing like that locked up in a school?" said Ron finally.
Hermione had got both her breath and her bad temper back again. "You don't use your eyes, do you, any of you?" she snapped. "Didn't you see what it was standing on?"
"The floor?" Harry suggested. "I wasn't looking at its feet; I was too busy with its heads."
"No, not the floor, it was standing on a trapdoor. It's obviously guarding something."
Faykan got a very far away look at her words.
She stood up, glaring at them. "I hope you're pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed, or worse, expelled. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to bed."
Ron stared after her, his mouth open. "That girl needs to sort out her priorities…"
As the three boys climbed into bed minutes later, Harry mused as to what the dog could possible be guarding. Didn't Hagrid mention that he'd taken something out of Gringotts, right before the same vault had been robbed?
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A week later at breakfast, Harry and Ron were still discussing not only the recent adventure of the three headed dog, but how they were going to rub Nott's face in the fact that Harry got put on the Quidditch team for Gryffindor. Faykan continued to be very quiet, and Harry noticed he was looking rather tired recently, as if he wasn't sleeping well. "It's either really valuable or really dangerous," Ron was saying while Harry was studying Faykan, wondering what could be keeping him up at night. "Or both," he replied absently.
Hermione showed no interest in what lay underneath the dog or the trapdoor. In fact, she was refusing to speak to any of the three boys, which suited them just fine.
Harry was about to ask Faykan what the matter was, when the mail arrived, and amidst the torrent of owls, Harry quite forgot about Faykan and his troubles. His attention, like so many others was draw to a long, thin package that was being carried by no less than six screech owls. Harry was caught off guard, then, when they dropped the package right in front of him, splashing milk from a toppled pitcher all over. The six owls had barley whirled away when Hedwig soared down to land Next to Harry's arm, a letter in her beak. Harry took the letter first, and opening it read:
DO NOT OPEN THE PARCEL AT THE TABLE.
It contains your new Nimbus Two Thousand, but I don't want everybody knowing you've got a broomstick or they'll all want one. Oliver Wood will meet you tonight on the Quidditch field at seven o'clock for your first training session.
Professor McGonagall
Harry handed the note to Ron while beaming at the package. "Wow," Ron moaned, "A Nimbus Two Thousand! I've never even touched one."
Grabbing Faykan by the arm, as he looked like he was going to fall asleep right into his plate of bacon, the three Gryffindors left the hall, Harry wanting to unwrap the broomstick before their first class, but halfway across the Entrance Hall they found themselves halted by the massive forms of Crabbe and Goyle. Nott, smirking, seized the package from Harry and rolled it over in his hands.
"That's a broomstick, Potter," he said, throwing it back jealously at Harry, spite evident on his face. "You'll be in for it this time, first years aren't allowed them."
Ron was going to retort, but at that moment, Professor Flitwick appeared beside Nott.
"Not arguing I hope boys?" he squeaked.
"Potter's been sent a broomstick, Professor," Nott said quickly, triumph on his pale face.
"Yes, yes that's right," Flitwick said, beaming at Harry. "Professor McGonagall told me all about the special circumstances, Potter. And what model is it?"
"A Nimbus Two Thousand, sir," said Harry, fighting not to laugh at the look of horror on Nott's face. "And it's really thanks to Theodore here that I've got it," he added snidely.
As the three Gryffindors headed upstairs, Ron and Harry smothering their laughter at Nott's looks of rage and confusion, they noticed Faykan lagging behind them, clearly winded. "Hey, Faykan what's up with you today?" Ron said as they jogged back to help their friend.
"Nothing… just tired…" Faykan panted.
"Common Fay, you can tell us what's going on." Harry persisted.
"It's because he's been sneaking out every night for the last week." Came an angry voice from just behind them. Hermione was stomping up the stairs, looking disapprovingly at Faykan state of exhaustion. "Honestly the way you boys behave you'd think you were immune to punishments." She continued, starting to rant.
"I thought you weren't speaking to us?" said Harry quickly.
"Yes, don't stop now;" said Ron, "it's doing us so much good."
Hermione just ignored him and stomped away, her nose in the air.
Turning back to Faykan, who was looking paler than usual, Harry heaved the smaller boy onto his arm for support, and with Ron taking his other side, they continued up the stairs to Gryffindor Tower, "You know mate," Ron said later, grinning slightly, "you really shouldn't push yourself like this, your already way too thin and we can't take care of you like this forever." Faykan managed a slight chuckle, and when they arrived in their dormitory, Harry and Ron sat him on his bed and let him sleep for a few minutes while they opened the broomstick.
Both boys continued to watch Faykan rather worriedly the rest of the day, but the short nap they had allowed him seemed to tide him over the rest of the day, as he didn't slump over in any of their classes, even if he didn't seem to pay any attention. Thankfully the professors didn't notice, as Faykan never usually paid much mind to their lectures.
Thankfully by Halloween, Harry and Ron noticed that Faykan was looking much better. It seemed that he took their advice to heart and ceased, or at least cut back, his nighttime adventuring. They now sat in Flitwick's class, divided into pairs, Harry with Faykan and Ron, to his annoyance, with Hermione.
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Hermione Granger knew she was a clever enough witch, her teachers had attested to this fact often, and she knew spells that her classmates probably had never even heard of. Very few things stumped her, but the one major thing that set her on edge was the black haired Faykan, who was currently sitting next to Harry, leaning back in his seat and not even trying to levitate their feather that Professor Flitwick has set them to do.
Hermione had no idea what to make of this boy, he was intelligent, clearly, as he was able to do everything his teachers asked of him, but he seemed reluctant to show off his abilities unless asked to point blank. Then, there was the encounter with the three headed dog. Hermione distinctly remembered the boy crying out something that sounded like a spell right before the dog had fell asleep with a crash. She had gone over every book she could get her hands on, but couldn't find a single thing that seemed remotely similar to what he had said.
Turning in her seat to watch him again, Hermione saw him take Harry's arm and correct his wand movement slightly, but Harry seemed to be making little progress with the assignment. Next to her, Ron was having less luck than Harry.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" he shouted, waving his arms like a windmill.
Hermione finally snapped as Ron's wand came close to hitting her in the face. "Stop, stop," she said grabbing Ron's arm. "You're going to put someone's eye out, besides, you saying it wrong. It's Levi-o-sa not Levi-o-sa."
"You do it then, if you're so clever," Ron snarled back.
Hermione rolled up the sleeves of her gown, flicked her wand, and said, "Wingardium Leviosa!"
Their feather rose off the desk and hovered about four feet above their heads.
"Oh, well done!" cried Professor Flitwick, clapping. "Everyone see here, Miss Granger's done it!" Ron leaned over and set his head on his books, clearly angry, which allowed Hermione to watch as the Professor moved over to Faykan and Harry, and he asked if Faykan was going to try and levitate their feather.
Faykan just shrugged, lifting his wand and simply pointed it at the feather, which shot up into the air and hovered there like a kite on a string. While Flitwick showered him with praise for his spell work, Hermione looked on in shock. Not only had the boy not done the instructed wand movement for the spell, but he hadn't even said the incantation. Something was off with this boy, and Hermione was going to find out what.
After the class, Hermione followed the three boys down to the Great Hall for the Halloween Feast. Ron was complaining loudly about her, but she was starting at Faykan was he walked on the other side of Harry from Ron. She noticed, something, on the back of his neck then, and hurried past the three boys, she purposely knocked into Faykan as she passed. She saw what it was instantly; grey snake-like tattoos were on either side of the boy's neck, disappearing down his back under his robes. Hermione rushed off to find a secluded place to remember where she'd seen those kinds of tattoos before. Coming to a bathroom, she pushed past Parvarti Patil as she went inside. The other girl took little notice of her, and Hermione locked herself in a stall to think.
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Harry thought the feast was glorious. The live bats fluttered around like great dark clouds of wings, while massive pumpkin floated over the tables, each filled with candles casting shadows over the entire Great Hall. Even the knowledge that Hermione was currently crying in a girl's bathroom after Ron's verbal assault of her after the Charm's class couldn't dampen his spirits. He was just taking a baked potato passed to him by Faykan, when Professor Quirrell came sprinting into the hall, turban askew and terror evident on his face. Apparently fear could overcome his constant stuttering, because he cried in a very clear, high pitched tone. "Troll! In the dungeons! Troll in the dungeons!" he made it half up the house tables and stopped, panting, "Thought you ought to know." He added before fainting to the floor.
The Hall exploded, people started scrambling to escape the Hall and seek refuge in their house dormitories. Faykan grabbed both Ron and Harry, forcing them to remain seated, when Dumbledore finally shouted for silence. At his voice, everyone froze where they were, as the headmaster had never raised his voice before.
"Prefects," he said "lead your houses back to the dormitories immediately, teachers, will follow me to the dungeons."
Turning to watch, Harry saw Professor Snape leave out a side door while the rest of the teachers, led by Dumbledore, were moving past the students to the dungeon entrance. As Percy barked for Gryffindors to follow him, Harry found Faykan's hand still on his and Ron's robes, "Hermione," he whispered, "she doesn't know about the troll." Taking a look back at where Snape had disappeared, Faykan stood, motioning for Harry and Ron to follow Percy "I'm going to follow Snape, you two get Hermione to the common room. Be safe, nothing too reckless, please." He said before stealthily tearing after Snape. Harry and Ron shot each other a look, then followed Percy out of the Great Hall, and separated from the Gryffindors at their first opportunity to look for Hermione.
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Severus Snape had a hunch. It seemed far too convenient that Quirrell had not only missed the beginning of the Halloween feast, but had also happened to find and escape a troll wandering in the dungeons. Speeding off to the third floor, Severus hoped he was still ahead of the Defense Professor. As he entered the corridor that led to the forbidden area, he stopped as he saw a black fox, waiting patiently in the middle of the corridor, watching him with its striking blue eyes. Snape was only just pondering what the small animal was doing here, when Quirrell came bounding in behind him.
"Oh, S-S-Severus, I, um," he began, but Snape cut him off. "Ah, Quirrell, I had a thought I might meet you here of all places, when the troll is supposed to be rampaging in the dungeons."
The stuttering Defense teacher just gaped at Severus before looking at the far door and back at Snape. "W-well I-I, j-just thought that it was r-rather strange that a t-troll could have entered the ca-castle so easily and…" he stammered.
Snape was about to retort, when he noticed the fox at his feet. Both Professors looked down at the small creature. It was circling both men's legs and sniffing as if seeking a particular scent. First it would smell Severus, then Quirrell, and the move to a new position. Finally it stopped after smelling a section of Quirrell's robes, and growled, baring its teeth at the now cowering man.
"I believe we had better go join the Headmaster in the dungeon and look for that troll of yours," Severus began, but stopped as a scream was heard piercing throughout the castle. The fox bolted immediately toward the sound, with Snape and Quirrell hot on its heels.
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Harry and Ron had found Hermione, and unfortunately she wasn't alone. Towering over her was a twelve foot tall granite grey troll, dragging a giant club across the floor. Hermione was pressed against the far wall as the troll advanced on her, smashing sinks as it passed.
"Confuse it!" Harry yelled, seizing a broken tap, and throwing it with all his might at the troll. The troll didn't notice the metal striking him, but turned to see what had made the noise. Spotting Harry, it advanced raising its club high over its head, preparing to smash Harry into the floor.
"Oy, pea brain!" Ron cried at it, throwing broken porcelain at the walls, making as much noise as possible. The troll spun around, giving Harry enough time to run around it to Hermione. She was far too terrified to move, and Ron was running out of room to maneuver around the troll, "Harry do something!" he cried desperately.
Harry whipped out his wand and yelled the first spell that came to mind, "Wingardium Leviosa!" The troll's club slid out of its hand as it brought it crashing down towards Ron. The troll stopped, looked stupidly at its empty hand, then raised its small head to look at its floating weapon, just as it fell onto its face. Sadly, it only succeeded at making the troll very angry. Roaring in pain, it started to throw things around the room, not aiming at anything in particular.
Just then the doors burst open magically, and a large black Fox dove into the room, saw the troll, and changed. The Fox elongated and stood onto its hind lags, which changed into a human's. Moments later, Faykan stood in the fox's place, brandishing his wand like a sword. Slashing it through the air, he bellowed "Valar Kalina!" Pure white light burst out of the wand's end, engulfing the troll like a spotlight. Shielding its eyes and roaring in renewed agony, the troll stood rooted to the spot as it started to stiffen. Before anyone could blink, the troll had suddenly turned completely to stone.
Ron, Harry, and Hermione just stood gaping at Faykan and the now stone statue of a troll, completely dumbfounded at what just happened. Moments later, Professor McGonagall came bursting into the room, closely followed by Snape, with Quirrell bringing up the rear. Quirrell took one look at the now dead troll, let out a faint whimper, and sat quickly down on a toilet, clutching his heart.
As Snape inspected the remains of the troll, Professor McGonagall was looking between the four Gryffindors. If she didn't look so surprised at what they'd found, Harry could of swore she would have been furious.
"Who did this," she finally said, pointing at the statue. Harry and Ron shot Faykan a long look, while Hermione said nothing. Professor McGonagall followed their eyes, finally resting on Faykan, who still held his wand pointed at the statue. "Please explain yourself, Mr. Undol." Faykan stood there, completely lost for words. Snape was eyeing him suspiciously. Then a small voice came from behind Harry, "Please, Professor, they were looking for me."
"Miss Granger!"
Hermione had found her voice at last.
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Severus watched as Miss Granger told the story of how she had gone looking for the troll, just to be found and rescued by the three boys. Personally he didn't believe a word of it, Granger was far too intelligent to break rules and follow after a troll. And the way that Undol was looking at her proved it to him. Minerva seemed to not be entirely convinced, but only deducted five points from Granger, and sent her back to her common room.
"Well, I still say you three were extremely lucky," she continued turning to face the boys, who had grouped together near the door, "not many first years could have taken on a fully grown mountain troll and lived, you each will receive five points for Gryffindor, and Professor Dumbledore will be informed of this. You two," she indicated Potter and Weasley, "may go join you housemates in the common room, you," indicating Undol, "wait here, we wish to discuss how to managed to handle the troll in more detail."
A few uncomfortable minutes of the boy sitting on the toilet that Quirrell had vacated, him having gone for the Headmaster, had Severus' mind reeling. Somehow that boy had firstly: known of troll's weaknesses to pure light, and secondly; had known a powerful enough spell to conjure enough light to cause the troll to be encased in stone. How had he done it, no seventh year student could have performed that spell, let alone a first year. As the boy seemed none to willing to spill anything about how he had done it, Severus itched to be allowed to loosen the boys tongue himself, to make him talk, but conceded to wait for the Headmaster to arrive and speak with the boy.
They didn't wait too long. Professor Dumbledore walked in, followed by Quirrell and Poppy Pomfrey, the school nurse. As she looked the boy over for injuries, Albus came over to talk with Severus. Running a hand over the stone that was once a living troll, the Headmaster turned to Snape, eyes twinkling madly, "How has this happened, Severus?" he calmly inquired.
"I haven't the slightest clue Headmaster, you will probably have to ask him," the Potions Master replied, shooting a glare over at the boy, now struggling against Madam Pomfrey, who was trying to get the boy to remove his robes so she could inspect him for bruising. Giving up, she finally just waved her wand over the boy, taking magical scans of him, and then confirmed that he was perfectly unharmed.
Finally turning to regard the boy before him, Albus kneeled down to be on eye level with Undol, who was refusing to meet the Headmaster's gaze. "Mr. Undol, please tell us how you managed to cast such a powerful and indeed difficult spell." Dumbledore asked in his calm voice. Still not looking at him, Undol answered something in an undertone that Severus couldn't hear.
"What was that dear boy, I couldn't make that out." Albus stated, putting a hand comfortingly on the boys shoulder, silently encouraging him to look up. Undol spoke again, but still refused to look at the Headmaster's face, "I don't know sir, I just panicked and it just happened." Severus snorted, hearing the lie from a mile away, but Albus nodded absently. "Well, if that's the case, and you don't have anything you wish to tell us," he tipped Undol's chin upward, forcing the boy to look at him. The young Gryffindor shifted his eyes to look away from Professor Dumbledore, starting at the giant troll sculpture he had managed to create. "Then I don't see why you cannot return to your common room for the rest of the feast then." Albus continued, standing and leading the boy out of the bathroom.
After the boy had literally dashed away, Dumbledore turned back to Severus, and the rest of the teachers went off back to their respected offices to enjoy the last of the feast.
"Severus," he began, "I can sense something about that boy he's trying with all his might to conceal from everyone."
"Headmaster, in all honesty I've noticed that from my first class with Mr. Undol." Severus said slightly sarcastically. Sometimes Albus could be slightly absentminded about these things.
"No, I mean he is not what he appears," the older wizard continued, "whatever he is, he is defiantly not an ordinary eleven year old boy. He knew that I was trying to enter his mind and find the truth and not only did he refuse to grant me access, but his mind rejected every push that I attempted." Severus paled; Dumbledore was one of the world's most power legilimens, if this boy could resist him, what other secrets could he be hiding.
"We need to watch him carefully Severus." Albus said flatly, "We need to find out his intentions, whether they are for good or ill…"
"I whole heartedly agree Albus." Snape agreed.
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Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting in a dark corner of the common room as the Halloween feast continued around them when the portrait hole opened and Faykan came dashing in.
"Hey Undol, where've you been," Fred called as Faykan ducked through the masses of students towards the boy's dormitories.
"Oh, no where, yea know," he replied dismissively as be ran up the stairs, ignoring Fred and George's attempts to call him back to the party.
"Let's follow him," Harry said, and the three first years weaved through the partying Gryffindors and up the stairs to the first year boy's dormitory. Closing the door behind them, Harry turned to see Ron, and Hermione standing next to Faykan's bed, the curtains draw closed around it.
"Fay," Ron said softly, "We want to talk to you." Hermione slowly pulled the curtains open. Faykan was sprawled on his stomach on the bed in just his trousers, his shirt and robes in a pile by his feet, and Hermione gasped softly as she saw his markings fully for the first time.
"What do you want," Faykan said stiffly, turning to look at them.
"We just want to know what happened…" Hermione began, but Harry cut her off "After we left,"
Faykan grunted turning back to face his pillow "Nothing, Snape sent for Dumbledore and they tried to get me to talk about what happened with the troll."
"And, what did you tell him," Hermione pressed, kneeling down to look at Faykan's face.
"Nothing, and thankfully he didn't try harder to press me into talking."
"So, can we ask you some things then?" Hermione asked in a soft voice.
Another grunt, "Only if I can refuse to answer." He said flatly
"Of course Fay, we'd never force you to talk about things you didn't want to." Harry assured him.
Ron went to watch the door and make sure no one burst in unexpectedly, while Harry went to join Hermione next to Faykan, who sighed and rolled over onto his back. Harry winced when he saw the large scar on Faykan's ribcage that he'd never noticed before. He realized that for the three years that he'd known the boy, he truly didn't know a lot about him.
"So, where do you want to start?" Faykan said in a dull tone.
Looking at Harry, Hermione cleared her throat, "How did you change from that fox when you entered the bathroom?" Harry hadn't actually noticed that detail; he was too busy protecting Hermione from the Troll at the time.
"I'm an animagus; I can turn into a fox at will. That's how I've been getting around the school after hours without being caught." Faykan explained, resigned to her interrogation.
Ron raised his eyebrows "Wow, that's really cool." Faykan smiled at his praise, but turned back as Hermione pressed on with her questioning.
"And, these marks on your back, there ritual tattoos aren't they."
"Yes," he admitted, "They are the markings of an Istar, from where my family claims ancestry from." Hermione made a soft 'Oh' but didn't ask anything more.
"What was that you blasted the troll with that made it turn to stone?" Ron asked from across the room.
"Pure unhindered sunlight," Faykan replied without looking up, "trolls are naturally adverse to sunlight, and if they are surrounded with enough they will turn to stone."
"How do you know all this advanced magic," Harry finally asked.
"That, my dear friends, is one of the questions I cannot answer just yet. I will tell you all, I promise, but just not now, it's not safe to reveal just now." Faykan replied with a heavy sigh.
Harry knew that they had gotten as much out of him as they were going to, so they didn't press it any further. He patted Faykan on the shoulder as he sat next to him on the bed,
"Thank you for trusting us with that much, I know it must take a lot for you to let us know these things, and we appreciate it."
"We promise," Hermione added, looking at Harry and Ron, "that your secrets will be safe with us, and we won't even discuss them unless you say we may."
Faykan smiled at her, sighed slightly and stood up. Harry got up as well, and Hermione walked to the door to leave for the girl's dormitory. "Thank you," Faykan said as she pulled the door open. Harry could tell that she was really happy that they were her friends now. He could also tell that she was going to be a true friend in return to the three Gryffindor boys from here on. There are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other, and defeating a twelve foot mountain troll is one of them.
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