Hey everyone,
Sorry, no new POV this chapter. Instead, we will get a bit of an update on Naminé and her progress with Harry. I will admit that I will probably have to do some editing, cause I had to do so last time when Harry approached the blanket and got hugged by Sirius and Remus instead of being snogged senseless by Viktor in the original.
Merry Christmas,

Venquine1990


Chapter 46
Coincidence – Or Planned?

Harry's POV

Having Naminé splash around in my mind is the strangest sensation. Never before have I been so conscious of my own thoughts and how they are strung together, like one large chain; one memory closely connected to the other and almost all of them seem connected somehow, as if the chains are all tangled together hurriedly and untidily.
Luckily does Naminé seem to know exactly what memories to look for and while she seems to keep them from me, do I slowly feel her magic seeping into them, making me curious. But that's just it. The more I feel curious for the memory, the more it seems all my emotions are weakening. This makes me realize what Naminé does.
Instead of breaking the chain, releasing the slot and tying the rest together, is she draining the emotions from the slot, so I can view the memories without getting overwhelmed by the emotions I felt back then. This makes me feel relieved as Lockhart played an important role in my 2nd year, no matter how scary he was.

Naminé's POV

Working on Sora and his memories – memories I juggled up and changed while under the threat of the Organization – was a lot harder than doing this and while I feel this might take till tomorrow, do I feel relieved that most of the memories have already been dealt with. This makes me smile at the black-haired boy under my care.
Harry really is a special child and while he seems unable to disconnect one memory from the next, is his knowledge and the memories of all he has learned vast and strong. There are also, shockingly enough, colors added to some chains and I have already discovered some of the more obvious ones while looking for Lockhart memories.

Pink chains were of course chains of love and seem filled with memories of Sirius, Ron, Hermione, Remus and Viktor. Blue were happy memories where Harry was laughing; most of these had the twins in them. Red were painful memories where Harry was hurt; his first Quidditch match was one of them. Black were the worst.
All of them were of the Dursleys and one of the first – and the only one I checked – was of Vernon putting Harry's hand in the toaster for toasting the bread when he wanted sandwiches. I had quickly left and had not touched any more black chains in my search for memories of Lockhart. Luckily I found those quickly afterwards.

Working on these wasn't hard as fear was the main emotion I sensed every time I touched one of the slots. I had also looked deep into the memory of Harry's detention with Lockhart and had luckily enough not discovered a thing, until I looked deeper into the physical part of the memory. That had shocked me senseless.
Harry had, of course, worn the string with balls during the summer and had probably taken it out while with the Weasleys at the Burrow, but Lockhart had put an invisible collar with his initiations on Harry's neck and apparently it had some kind of spell on it. Harry had just been too dazed and scared by the voice and Lockhart to notice.

I quickly leave this memory and decide to inform Madame Bones and Harry personally once I'm done. Then I focus on the other memories and find most of them easily as they are not only chained together, but also are most of them the color soft blue – which to Harry must be the color of fear for some reason.
In the mean time do I listen to the story, wanting to know where and in what times to look so that my work will speed up and I can let Harry enjoy most of the rest of the book with no worries – after telling him of my findings of course. I then decide to check and look around me, hoping that no one is looking at us.

Everyone seems too interested in the story, except Axel, who looks at me while having his head slightly tilted downward. I move my hand and motion for him to stay quiet. The elder teen nods and I move my hand from Harry's temples to his neck, focusing the magic of the water onto the area there. And indeed the collar appears.
Crystal blue with peach colored balls embroidered on the leather, I can almost feel the magic coming from those balls and have to push myself to the end of my self-control not to scream as the magic is focused on Harry's mind and ass. Lockhart wanted to curse Harry with a self-activating mind-spell and rape him.
My eyes widen and I frantically focus all the water in the tank on the clasp on the left side of Harry's neck. The water twirls and tugs on the material and to my relief the clasp comes off and the collar hits the bottom of the tank. I then go back to work on Harry's mind and completely forget one thing as I continue healing him.

Harry is lying in Sirius' lap.

Sirius' POV

For a minute I had thought that Naminé was done when her hand had moved to his neck, but then the water became focused there and I saw the most horrific thing yet appear around my lovely angel's neck. A slave collar, the crystal blue color showing what kind of and the magic proving this was not done by Dursley.
Instantly realizing who else could have had this chance I feel fury unlike any other coursing through me and want to pull Harry even further in my lap in comfort and affection, but Naminé seems to have totally forgotten my presence as she goes back to Harry's temples, indicating that she's still working on his memories.

Allowing her to forget about me, I start to think on how to use this and then realize something. Lockhart lost his memory during the time where I was still in Azkaban and even now only the students of the three Tournament schools, Fudge, Amelia and a few of her Aurors know of my innocence, yet haven't announced this yet.
This means that, once we get back and Naminé goes to heal Lockhart's mind, I can easily convince Fudge to tell Lockhart about me adopting Harry, but not about my actual innocence. And if Lockhart is as idiotic and arrogant as he shows off to be, he will think he needs to save my son from my supposed dark clutches.
"And when he does, he's dog chowder." Goes through my mind, wondering if I need to contact the Potter or Black attorney to make sure I won't get in trouble for probably killing the bastard, but then I spot the unchained collar and think: "Could he get a death sentence for trying to rape a celebrity?" And this thought makes me smirk.

Axel's POV

I don't know exactly what is going on over at Naminé's, but she must have discovered something terrible in Harry's mind to want to work on something secretive as she had asked me not to draw attention to her. I had nodded, but while I had seen her hand move to Harry's neck, had his father's frame kept me from seeing why.
Instead I focus back on the most important person in the group, slightly confused at the current situation. Sora had told me, once I had de-transformed from Phoenix form, that he and Roxas were soon to demerge and now many signs were showing it, yet Sora kept denying these facts every time Roxas seemed to come out.
Wondering if my lovely little Light of Destiny – a nickname I made for him from the nickname Key of Destiny, which was what Xemnas and the others called him – will really come out or if this is just another phase Sora and Roxas have to go through to fully merge together, I lower my head again, thinking back to our days.

!Flashback!

That weird little elf had just sprinkled the both of us with some weird, glittery golden dust and Roxas had actually been able to lift his entire body off the ground. He had even gotten me to do it, not aware that you need to feel the belief you can fly to actually do it. I'm looking at the ground and then back at Roxas.
The boy is just a little bit higher than me and the sun shining from behind him gives him a look more beautiful than I usually see him when we're eating ice-cream. The hallow around his frame makes him look thinner and more lean, accentuating his body beautifully and making me fall for him all the harder.
His hair blows softly as he moves up and down just an inch every now and again and his eyes actually shine with the happiness of the both of us flying. It's plain obvious he has been wanting to show this to me for ages and to now fly next to him, so close to him and all alone except for the elf makes it hard for me to keep my urges in.

Roxas is way too young, having only been a Nobody for a couple of months, perhaps half a year at best. I personally have been a Nobody since I was a teen, I'm pretty much used to it. Besides, Roxas thinks emotions are for regular people and as he has yet to gain a heart of his own it will be foolish of me to attempt to steal it.
Yet the urge to fly over, grab him and fly high enough even the elf can't reach us before kissing those pale, soft pink lips is almost overwhelming and I quickly focus back on the mission. Still, in my heart I vouch to take the two of us here as soon as Roxas has his heart and to then come true to my urges. A plan that makes me smile.

!Flashback!

This makes me smile, but then I grimace as my own stupid actions, constantly listening to Saïx while I no longer believed my friendship with him to be real, caused me to break with Roxas again – and when I reunited and tried to get him back, that bastard DiZ made my little Light of Destiny forget all about the two of us.
Not wanting to admit to that, as I remember just fine how that made me feel and what that made me do – attacking Roxas while he finally seemed to have remembered everything – I sigh and whisper: "Heartless or not, Nobody or not, I really wish you were here with me again, Roxy." Before focusing on the reader.

Pomona's POV

Knowing what will be the start of the next chapter, I ask: "Who here can resist their urges not to kill Lockhart? He's what the next chapter starts with." And to the pride of Severus, Blaise Zabini sighs and stands up, saying: "Might as well. That bastard sickened me enough that I lost reason to care about him back then anyway."
To this a lot of students nod and Hermione hugs him lovingly, making me smile as it's obvious the tanned boy is doing everything he can to win the girl's heart. Riku then looks up and says: "I think we can do 2 more chapters and then it will be better if we change locations. I'll go see if Hercules will allow us into the Collisseum for tomorrow."
He leaves through a new portal Axel creates and while he does so, does Blaise reach our Teacher's blanket. He takes the book, checks the title and while walking back, strangely enough casts a quick Silencing spell at Wood. But then I remember the actual title and send the tanned boy a grateful smile as he sits down.

Blaise's POV

The feeling of having Hermione close is absolutely blissful, but I'm not stupid and the minute I saw the word Bludger I knew I had to take a quick precaution if I wanted to start reading properly. Thus, on my way back to her, did I cast a quick Silencing Spell on the most fanatic Quidditch Player of all, Wood looking at me confused as I read

The Rouge Bludger
Since the … to class.

"Wow, he actually learned something?" A Seventh year asks and I snicker: "No, Draco just whined about the right thing for once." Making said blonde send me a short glare before going back to sulk about his stupid actions over the last couple of chapters. Really hoping this story can change him for the better, I read on.

Instead, he … dramatic bits.

"Why does that not sound good?" Sirius asks with a slightly whiny tone and Remus growls: "Because Lockhart and dramatic scenes instantly equate to him involving Harry. And we all know what he wanted with our cub." And we all share a glance at the sleeping boy with the pod around his head before I read on.

He usually … a werewolf. He didn't know why, but this was actually something he would enjoy. Halfway from the back of the classroom to the front he realized it; he had read that the werewolf had first tried to viciously attack Lockhart, something Harry would love to try as well, if only for payback for all those touches and humiliation moments.
If he … believe it, "
Harry didn't, but he knew what would come next and he was actually awaiting it, ready for revenge.

Now Naminé smiles and says: "That was the last time Lockhart ever called Harry forward again." The Fourth years all share a glance and Seamus says: "She's right, it was." And Dean laughs: "I can't wait to see what that devilish mind comes up with." Now everyone gazes from Naminé to me and Hermione and I read on.

I pounced … a man."
Harry took his shot the minute Lockhart spoke about the piteous moan. The fact that Lockhart was now on top of him and was holding one of his legs on both of his own while the other was slowly getting closer to his privates was the final straw Harry was willing to take.
With the power he often used to press down on the accelerator of his Nimbus, he pushed his leg up and straight into his own teacher's privates, joining his own piteous howl with that of Lockhart to hide the man's pain and his own revenge.

Everyone's mouths are wide open and Dean says: "Oh, I wish I had been sitting somewhere else that day." And a snickering Ron says: "Me too, mate. I didn't even know Harry was planning anything." Then Naminé makes us all feel better and says: "That's actually a Lockhart memory Harry doesn't feel bad about."
Everyone smiles and Viktor asks: "You done soon?" She nods and says: "Probably before the Quidditch match will be read about." To which Wood shouts: "Alright!" But then Fred asks: "Should you really cheer?" And George ends: "Seeing what you told him?" The ex-Captain whitens, I feel intrigued and read on.

The bell … his feet. Harry could see that the way he was pulling his cloak together was only a way to lie a hand on his pained testicles and quickly used the Sad Puppy Look to keep people from realizing what he did. "Homework: compose … were waiting, trying not to grin victoriously as it would only set Hermione off. "Ready?" Harry muttered. He had, at first, only agreed to cooperate with Lockhart today if Hermione would do the rest of their plan. Payback was fine, but he still hated Lockhart dearly. "Wait till … behind her, although Harry made sure to be one step behind Ron himself.
"Er - Professor … at her.
Harry was pleased to note he was spared that disgusting glance. "Possibly my … and Hermione. He wondered if he would have to repeat his revenge some more, but just when he wanted to leave, did Lockhart call him again and said, "Oh, and don't expect any more detentions or reenactments, Harry. I – I don't think you're quite as fit for it as I first believed." To this Harry quickly had to leave the room or Lockhart would have seen his overly overjoyed grin.

"Glad to know there are enough braincells in there for that doofus to learn his lessons the hard way." Sirius snickers and Remus asks: "And he never asked for another detention with cub? Or walked him to his classes or anything?" All Fourth years shake their heads and Seamus says: "No, avoided Harry like the plague." Remus smiles and I read on.

"I don't … underfed vulture.

"I'll never get a good description, will I?" The woman in question asks in a defeated voice and Ron asks her: "Did any of us get one then?" Making everyone laugh and making the woman send him a small grateful smile. I then spare a look at Harry and suddenly see how the water seems to be draining out of the tank.
I smile at Naminé and she says: "I just need to let the rest spell last a little longer or the chains will go all awry. It might even create false memories." To this Axel sighs and says: "Take all the time you need, Naminé. God knows we don't want that happening again." And while wondering what he could be talking about, do I read on.

"Moste Potente … the test.

Now the woman smiles and says: "That glass is made by the same people who made your eye, Alastor." This makes the awful looking man look even more awful as he smiles and says: "Good to know." Before letting his magical eye roam over his flask and taking a careful sip of it. Feeling for the ex-Auror, I read on.

She stalked … too guilty. Harry himself was an expert at that, but he had to pat Hermione's hand several times as her eye twitched in guilt a couple of times before they left the library.
Five minutes … some privacy.
Harry didn't even mind the place. Sure it was a little more filthy than his old cupboard or his new room before he gave it a good sweep, but it was also bigger than both and it was just as quiet and, because no one came here, was a little like a sanctuary for him. Somewhere he could be himself without getting judged over it by hundreds of student eyes.
Moaning Myrtle … she them. Harry did vow to himself to try and find a way to get Peeves to lay off Myrtle; he was considering telling her about his technique, but he knew he had more pressing matters at hand.
Hermione opened … her head.
Harry shuddered and hoped that books like this would never appear in stores his Uncle could go to.
"Here it … their faces. He was used to pain, but that didn't mean he would just go headfirst into something that could cause him pain; he wasn't that crazy.
"This is … the recipe. Harry agreed with her wholeheartedly, but that only made him all the more determined to learn how to make it. He vowed that before he would be in his final year, he would have made this Potion himself at least three times.

Now Professor Snape smirks and says: "The determined mind of a true Master. Lily would have been proud." Then Naminé, for some reason, lets the tank fill with water again and says: "I will try and see if I can bring up some of his happier memories of his mother. Maybe I can –." But then she hesitates, her hands halfway off of the tank.
Sora and Axel go to sit with her and she says: "I can tell what Harry hears when creatures named Dementors get near him. I want to change those memories to the good memories of his time as an infant, but – but I –." She trembles, while I wonder what is holding her back and Axel lies a reassuring hand on her shoulder as he says:

"Naminé, this is nothing like when Marluxia and Larxene were threatening you. You were then forced to make Sora forget everything but you. You were forced to make fake memories in his mind and chain those to his real memories. This is nothing like that." The girl looks at him questioningly, while Sora asks:
"She was really forced to do that?" And while Kairi seems to explain this to him, does Axel say: "This is just putting bad memories somewhere he will never be able to get to in his mind no matter how hard he tries and replacing those with the good memories he would otherwise never be able to remember. You're doing him a favor."
The girl smiles and thanks him, but then Sora slams his left fist on his right open palm and says: "Oh, so that's what that message was about." The girl looks at him and he says: "When we woke up, we all wondered what that message in Jiminy's journal meant. It was for us to remember that we had to thank you for fixing us up."
The girl smiles and then lies her hands back on the tank. Then Sirius asks: "So Harry will be able to remember his parents by thinking of his adventures with the Dementors?" Naminé nods and with a determined voice says: "Yes, but this will also mean I will have to work a little longer. He'll have to miss hearing about the match."
To this Sirius shrugs and while lying down with his body supporting Harry's, Harry's head in Naminé's lap and Remus lying next to him, does he say: "Oh well, I always wanted Harry to know everything about Lily and James, so this is much better and much more important. Take all the time you need." Naminé nods and I read on.

"Lacewing flies … change into."

Now Ron laughs and with his hands behind his head he says: "Seriously Hermione, the way you were saying it, it was as if you were asking me to go get some human skin at Diagon Alley or something." The girl turns red and says: "I just thought it obvious seeing the purpose of the potion." Everyone nods and I want to read on.
Then the sound of something swooshing interrupts me and when I look around, I see Axel closing off the portal Riku used. He sits down with Sora and says: "Herc and Meg are already gathering clouds from the sky to get us some comfortable beds. We'll be allowed to spend the night, but Phil does want some of us to train under him."
Sora nods and a young first year asks: "Clouds?" And Riku explains: "Our next destination will be halfway up the Olympus Mountain and our friend is say, the son of the Lord of the Gods, so he's friends with all other Gods there and they were willing to let a predicted storm pass for the week so we could use those clouds as beds and seating."
The first year looks shocked and Hermione asks: "When you say Herc, do you mean Hercules, the Son of Zeus, who was stolen from his home as an infant, became mortal by Pain and Panic and then, when he was a teen, trained under Philoctetes, met and fell in love with Meg and through her untimely death regained his God-like state?"

Sora nods and says: "Yeah, but apparently." And she ends: "He gave up his God-like state because he didn't want to live an immortal life without Meg. He got to keep his powers, but lost his immortality. Is it also true that Hades, Zeus' brother, once used Meg to make Hercules lose his powers for a day and then send the Titans out on Olympus?"
To this Sora shrugs and says: "All I know is that Hades is a lousy cheater, uses Meg to get Hercules to do whatever he wants and that we, with help of Hercules and Auron, once pushed him into his own trap." Hermione asks: "Auron? Who's that?" But Sora shrugs and says: "A good friend." Before I decide to read on.

"Excuse me?" … than usual, but that also meant Harry could much easier read them and the fear he saw in them worried him. "I don't … book again.
He could finally realize why she was so determined to know whether or not it was Malfoy, even though he personally thought it would sooner be Malfoy Senior. She wanted to have a culprit she could either scrap off the list of suspects or that she could hand in to the authorities, so she would no longer have to fear for her life.
Harry felt terrible for not realizing this, but like Ron having forgotten he had grown up with Muggles at the Burrow, did he often forget Hermione was Muggle-raised as well with how much she knew and how much he was able to do.

The girl smiles at her sleeping friend and Ron scratches the back of his head and says: "Got to admit to the same, Hermione. If it weren't for your parents being dentieth or something like that, I would constantly forget the same. Well, that and Malfoy and other Purebloods harping you on it, of course." The girl groans, everyone laughs and I read on.

"Well, as … by then!" Harry faked to let his elbow slip on the greasy wall behind him and poked Ron hard in the side, whispering: "Muggleborn, remember?" From the tip of his mouth, making Ron whiten in realization.
But Hermione's … broom tomorrow."
But Harry hissed: "And let him feel the same fear I did last year? No chance." His best friend nodded and while Hermione kept her eyes on the book, did Ron check the coast and did Harry lead her and Ron far away from the corridor long before anyone else passed through it.
Harry woke … could buy.

"As if money and good brooms mean anything with Potter around." McLaggen hones and Ron asks: "Sorry, but since when is my best friend not allowed to worry like we all do before something important?" The Fifth year scowls at the red-head who challengingly glares back at him before I continue reading.

He had … since August")

To this Andromeda Tonks asks worriedly: "Surely one of you cast Drying spells every time you arrived at the castle, right? Or did health check-ups every now and then to make sure you were fit enough to play, right?" But all players looking at each other shocked stupid is her answer, making her groan as I read on.

"- and we're … die trying,

"MR. WOOD!" McGonagall thunders and she shouts: "THAT IS NO WAY TO TALK TO A 12 YEAR OLD! AND ESPECIALLY NOT SOMEONE WITH MR. POTTER'S DETERMINATION! YOU BETTER APOLOGIZE FOR THAT WHEN HARRY WAKES UP, YOU HEAR ME?" Wood nods and whimpers.
Then Fred asks: "Is it any consolation when I say that was the last time he put his foot in his mouth like that, Professor?" And the woman spats: "It would have been, had I not known that it was not, Mr. Weasley." The twin looks confused and McGonagall says: "Mr. Wood made an equally stupid comment after Christmas a year later."
This makes both said twin and Wood hit themselves on the head and Ron asks: "A year later after Christmas? Oh, must have been after we told him of the Firebolt. Was it, professor?" The woman nods and says: "Yes, Mr. Weasley, it was. And it has a lot to do with that year's first match." Ron groans and I read on.

because we've … was necessary. Harry shortly wondered if there was more than Quidditch rivalry between the two, but then focused on his own rival; a smirking Malfoy standing in front of him.
"On my … to reply
, other than a pitying shake of the head. At that … it passed.

"Ah crap. That rotten title." Dennis moans, but I have already noticed how Collin has been pale white since the morning has been described and know he is reliving the last moments before he was petrified. Wondering for who this chapter will be harder, Harry's family or Collin, I spare the boy more worries and read on.

"Close one … full speed.
He was flying so fast he had to hold onto his broom with both hands and so couldn't grab his wand from his robe's inner pocket to perform a spell-detection charm on himself – a spell he taught himself after his first Flying match a year ago.
He was also much too focused on swirling in between players, around towers and high enough over stands that the students weren't endangered that he couldn't try and find a quick spell or enchantment in all the stuff Hogwarts gave him.
It was just flying, dodging and making sure he didn't get hit – and all the while his hands and feet were on his broom and his eyes were all over the field, trying to find ways to throw the Bludger off his course and hopefully to spot the Snitch in the meantime.

"And trust me, as it weird as it looked to see that Bludger constantly follow him, as awesome was it to see him do all those tricks and moves. He even flew through one of the hoops of Gryffindor just before one of the Slytherins scored." Ron proudly boasts to those not having been at that match and everyone looks impressed and I read on.

It had … Wood anxiously.
But Harry said: "No, it can't have been them. Malfoy is the only of them really hating me and he would never be able to get to that office – not with Crabbe and Goyle around him all the time."
Madam Hooch … his own."

By now all of the teachers, both of our own school and the foreign ones, look greatly concerned. "We really have to do something about that Slytherin-Gryffindor Rivalry. With people like Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy on the team we'll have dangerous games no matter who of the teams play." McGonagall says and Snape nods as he says:
"I believe the best course of action would be to first minimize the hatred between our two Houses to the Quidditch pitch and games alone and to then put up the most strict rules on what to do and what not to do when playing. And maybe look further into Mr. Thomas's advice of that Red Card Idea." The others nod and I read on.

The rain … Golden Snitch.

Now Draco hits himself on the head and says: "So if I had just kept my big mouth shut, he might have never seen the snitch." And his team mates glare at him, while Mr. Malfoy and Severus shake their heads in regret, but while I read on, I hear Ron whisper: "It's not like it's the first time his big mouth gets him in trouble."

It was … his side.

Now Madame Pomfrey sighs relieved and says: "Am I relieved he broke his arm. It made the Skele-grow repair both his elbows." But then Sirius asks: "But why use Skele-grow? You can fix bones like that in a second." And the woman sighs: "Yeah, broken bones, I can. Bones vanished from the arm is a whole other story." And I read on.

The Bludger … he fainted.

"And woke up in the Hospital Wing, right? Just like the last chapter of the last book, right?" Sirius asks, obviously worried over the bones vanished comment and Hermione sighs as she lies against my side and says: "Sorry Sirius, but some idiot was detaining him." To which Sirius whitens, already realizing who she means and whispers:
"No, not him. He couldn't have detained my baby. He needs to keep away from my son. Someone keep him from my son." But then Remus growls: "Sirius, unless you calm down and realize this was 2 years ago, will I keep you away from pup's first match reading in his third year, clear?" The man nods and I read on.

He came … he moaned. He had a good arm he could easily use to hit the man with from every angle possible, but for that he would have to release the Snitch and his other hurt too much to even move. Just like with his uncle, fear started to grow inside him and he was frantically looking around for other teachers.
"Doesn't know … terrible. He
saw Lockhart move a little closer and glared at him, moving his leg in a kneeling position and instantly the man backed off, Harry no longer feeling bad for having ruined his secret payback plan. Then he heard a … Lockhart soothingly, while Harry could detect a faint hint of annoyance in the man's voice. "It's a … clenched teeth, even though the clenched teeth were not from the pain.
"He should … terrific fight. Harry wished they could put up the same kind of fight to get Lockhart away from him. "Stand back," … a bit."

"You know, with what we now know of that creep's obsession with Harry, I'm kind of wondering if he didn't do that on purpose." Ron growls and then Collin gasps and says: "I – I remember something. I remember seeing him. Seeing him walking back a passageway that led the same way as mine did. I called out to him, but then –."
The boy shudders and instantly Dennis seems worried, while Ginny and Luna go sit with him, both hugging him comfortingly from either side. Then Sirius growls: "So he did do it on purpose. He must have just heard or seen something that made him change his mind about going to visit Harry and do whatever he wanted."
To this Ron and Hermione share a glance with each other and Ron says: "Thank Merlin for Dobby." Everyone looks shocked and Mr. Malfoy asks: "Dobby? What does that weird elf have to do with Lockhart not fulfilling his disgusting fantasies?" And Ron says: "You'll see." But while I read on, do I hear a soft groan.

As Harry … removed them.

"YEP! HE DID IT ON PURPOSE, ALRIGHT!" Remus shouts and he says: "I'm quite the healing spell master, seeing all the injuries I have to heal myself from after every full moon and all, and so I know all the after-effects of bone-healing spells and no failed bone-healing spell can do that." We all growl and I want to read on.
But then I hear a groggy voice asks: "Hey, where are we?" And we all look to see Naminé sit a few seats away from before and that Remus and Sirius have sleepy-looking Harry lying between them, the boy blinking his eyes against the bright sun. Ron then smiles and says: "Lockhart had just removed your bones, mate." The boy groans and I read on.

Madam Pomfrey … Harry desperately. He already knew it was pointless to tell her it was not his idea to let this happen.
"I'll be … inept teachers,

"At least you knew who to put the blame on." McGonagall tells her and Pomfrey says: "Well, I did, of course, hear Mss. Granger defending Lockhart and seeing all the idiotic things I remembered him to have come to me and my precessor for, it wasn't hard for me to realize who was really to blame." Everyone laughs and I read on.

Madam Pomfrey … Hermione darkly.

"You thought it was me?" Draco asks her and she says: "It was more my fear of the Chamber speaking there. I was so sure it could or could not be you and to take out 1 of the 2 people who could protect me against your monster only caused for my fear to grow all the more, so I didn't really think before I spoke. Sorry about that."
But he shakes his head and says: "I was an ass that year, and the year after. And with the fear you must have felt, it's perfectly reasonable. I would have done the same, I'm sure." The girl smiles at him slightly and says: "Guess there is hope for you." He scowls playfully and Ron spats: "Just wait with that a few chapters more."
She looks at him and he pulls her close as he whispers: "After you were petrified. Trust me, it still makes my blood boil." Before Draco suddenly yelps and when Ron looks from the boy to himself he winces and says: "Sorry, instinct." Draco looks confused while rubbing his stung bottom and I snicker as I read on.

"We can … that moment, just when Harry wanted to tell Ron and Hermione of his hate-theory concerning Malfoy and Quidditch. Filthy and … Out! OUT!"

Now Harry groans and McGonagall says: "Poppy, please tell me you let him have at least some of those snacks." And she says: "Of course, he had three pieces of treacle tart by the time I bursted in to stop them. He was trying to use the wrong arm, after all." Everyone laughs at this and Harry turns red as I read on.

And Harry … limp arm.

This makes the matron wince and she says: "Although maybe I should change my no-visitors rule a little." And Harry asks: "Like setting a time-limit of how long a patient can have guests? With the worse the injury the longer the visit?" The woman nods and Harry smiles widely, but then Sirius coffs him over the head and says:
"That is no excuse for you to start looking up dangerous pains, young man." And Harry says: "Of course it isn't, Sirius. But with how danger has been able to find me for the last 4 years am I pretty settled for a comfortable set of company during my future stays there." The man groans, everyone laughs and I read on.

Hours and … then, "Dobby!"

Everyone looks shocked and then Ginny says: "Collin, you better come and sit with us. Dennis, Luna, you coming too?" And she escorts a pure-white, almost zombie like Third year, a worried Third year girl and a confused First year boy to the group of Weasleys, who all – most of them just as confused – sit around the poor boy.
Knowing pure fine this will be when Harry either discovers Collin's body lying in the Hospital Wing or maybe even when his body is carried in, I myself and Hermione also join the Weasley family, together with Harry, Viktor, Sirius and Remus. We all sit around them and I pull Hermione close to comfort her as I read on.

The house-elf's … strangle you." He of course didn't mean it, he hated violence to others and someone like Dobby – no matter how crazy he thought the elf – didn't deserve what he didn't either. Dobby smiled … the pillowcase.

"Why are you even doing that?" Hermione suddenly snaps at the Malfoys and she spats: "What did Dobby – or any of your House-Elves – do to deserve that?" Lucius sighs and says: "It's stupid if you think of it, really, and we always feel bad afterwards, but –." He seems to contemplate his answer in front of my angry girlfriend and says:
"There is this unexplainable, beyond ancient Wizarding Feud between the Weasleys and the Malfoys and to make sure we don't let ourselves fall victim to that feud in society, we kind of treat our House-Elves like we would treat the Weasleys would we reign supreme over that feud." This seems to really piss of my girl and he goes on:
"Like I said, it's stupid, but it's almost a second nature to us Malfoys, mostly because our reputation has, over the years and generations, become as important to us as having a Son for a First born. I admit, now that I know that my House-Elves could easily overpower us were it not for their curse, I feel even worse, but we –."
The girl sighs and asks: "Naminé, once this book is over, can you fix the Malfoys so they no longer feist their feud urges out on their House-Elves. I'm asking you to do it at the end of the book, because I really think it's then that we will need your powers the most." The girl nods, while her friends look worried and I read on.

"But mostly, … once more -"

"Wait, WHAT?" Most of the students who were present that year shout and a Third year Hufflepuff asks: "What does he mean, once more? Did it – did it happen before?" Harry nods and says: "And the same mistake as all those years ago will be made again, only this time by someone else and for a different reason."
The girl looks confused and then Harry asks: "Is being seen doing something still that important to you, Minister?" And Fudge whitens, while this gets me no closer as to what he could have to do with a mistake that happened all those years ago. Wondering if it could have to do with reason the Chamber was closed the first time, I read on.

Dobby froze … been opened -"

"And the fact that I am Muggleborn, let alone Harry's best friend, will soon be lost on a whole lot of people." Hermione grumbles and I pull her closer, glad I was never part of the idiocy that was students claiming Harry as Heir of Slytherin. We then both send a worried glance at a trembling Collin Creevey before I read on.

"Harry Potter … it, too, his years of being locked in pure darkness making his senses exceedingly sensitive. There were … a bed.

This confuses all First and Second years along with the Beauxbattons and Durmstrang students, but all others either look worried or pitying and most of those looks are aimed at Collin. But I had already noticed this and had made sure there was a protective, comforting circle of people sitting around the scared boy before I read on.

"Get Madam … of sight.

"Wait, they carry a statue inside, lie it on a bed and then Dumbledore asks for Madame Pomfrey?" A Second year asks and then Dennis gasps and while Collin closes his eyes in pain, does Dennis whisper: "Didn't – didn't you – didn't you say you – you were visiting Harry in the Hospital Wing that night, brother?"
And Collin, his voice thick with pain and fear, says: "I never made it there. Not consciously at least. I went to talk with him, saw Lockhart leave, tried to follow him and next I know I'm waking up in the Hospital Wing and the entire year is over." His little brother turns white and while the two brothers hug each other, do I read on.

Harry lay … visit Potter."

Dennis grabs onto Collin a little more tightly and asks: "Will this take any longer?" I shake my head and say: "Only another page. We're almost done." The young boy nods and Collin whispers: "I never wanted you to know. I just didn't want you to know, Denny." But for some reason, do I get a bad feeling in my stomach and I read on.

Harry's stomach … might have ..."

Now Remus and Sirius share a suspicious look and Sirius asks: "Do you really think he was only there for some hot chocolate?" But Remus shakes his head and says: "The closest way to either his office or the kitchens are in a hallway on the other side of the castle. He was up to something, just like Lockhart, I'm sure."
Mss. Bones writes this down and says: "I will be sure to add this to the list of questions that bastard has to answer. Mr. Potter, I know you're groggy, but could you tell us how long Dumbledore was there that night?" And Harry answers: "Only to make sure Collin was put on a bed. He left right after." The woman nods and I read on.

The three … plastic. "Melted,"

"Wait, all my pictures?" Collin asks and Hermione asks: "Why? Were there any important ones there?" And Collin sighs, before he nods and says: "One of Luna and Ginny in front of Hogwarts. It was on one of the best hills Hogwarts has. I wanted to send it to dad as proof of how happy I was, that I had friends and all."
To this Ginny wraps an arm around the boy and Sora says: "You don't have to worry about your pictures. Our most important memories are in our hearts and that is what connects us all to each other. Through the memory of that picture, your friendship with Luna and Ginny will last forever." The boy smiles at Sora and I read on.

said Madam … he did.

But this, for some reason seems to turn Harry absolutely furious and he hisses: "That bastard. He knew. He knew it was – it was him. That dirty lowlife knew something that belonged to that killer was controlling one of his students and just because he didn't know who or what, he just endangered us all, just to let him find out who and how."
Everyone looks shocked and Harry sighs, before he turns to Ginny and says: "You're really being amazingly brave, Ginny. Not giving into your trauma like this." The girl smiles and says: "Collin needs me more now. To comfort him is kind of comforting to my own pain and guilt." Harry nods, but Collin – and most of us – look at her confused.


Hey everyone,
So it really was just like I thought. I had to do a bit of editing on where Harry was and who was responding to things happening to and around him, but other than that the chapter was just fine and while part of me feels that Naminé should have taken longer with the replacing of the Dementor thing, am I still proud.
Merry Christmas,

Venquine1990