I received a message from one of my readers regarding Harry's emotional character in this story. I just want you'll to know that by no means is he a weak character. That is absolutely not how I've portrayed him. He was abused in this book so there is a certain lack of self confidence which exists within his mind. He's overcome that almost completely. Harry is not weak. He's just very open and trusts Sirius completely. Which is why he is comfortable with being vulnerable in front of his father. He doesn't run from him.

Okay so I don't know how it happened but my One shot Collection was accidentally deleted. Don't worry I'll upload it in another few hours again. I'll be changing the name to 'Padfoot and his Pup

Random question: Any Originals fans out there? I'm totally waiting for March 17. Season 4! Finally!

Random thought: Whenever I read about Sirius and Harry in the muggle world, wearing muggle attire, I imagine Sirius wearing a leather jacket like Damon Salvatore and start swooning.

R&R!

"Pipes! What the heck does that mean?" Ron asked. "I don't know, Ron." Harry replied. He was truly baffled since he had no idea what that one word meant. He had tucked that little parchment into his pocket and picked up his bag. He'd think about it later on.

Harry couldn't concentrate that day on any of his lessons, neither could Ron. Mcgonagall took one look at their miserable expressions and cut them some slack. After lessons, the two of them shut themselves up in Harry's room, wondering what that one tiny word could possibly mean. "What we need to know is how this huge monster managed to come out from the Chamber of Secrets, attack people and go back unnoticed. I mean, think about it. Dad told us about this monster the other day so according to him, it's nothing small. It's got to be impossibly large and yet it's invisible. How?" Harry finished, looking more confused than ever.

They pulled out a couple of books that they'd borrowed from the library and poured over it. Reading up books was Hermione's job. The two boys had never done it before so they found it extremely boring and tedious. "Maybe there's a secret passageway or something that helps this monster get about the castle without being spotted." Ron suggested. Harry's eyes widened with realisation. Of course! "Pipes! That's what Hermione meant. The pipes serve as a passage for the monster to operate. It comes out through the opening when a student is alone and attacks!" Harry exclaimed, looking rather pleased with their discovery.

"But how could such a large monster fit inside the pipes? I mean the pipes are not that narrow but they aren't all too wide, mate." Ron pondered aloud. Harry bit his lip in thought. That was a valid point. "Maybe it's the kind of monster that can change size." Harry offered. "Yeah, maybe."

"Or maybe its thin enough to squeeze into the pipes?" Ron suggested. "What kind of demon can be that thin? It's most certainly not an ogre, a dragon or a troll."

"Maybe it's a snake." Ron suddenly quipped. Harry stared at his best mate like he has won a lottery. That was the smartest thing he had ever said. "Ron! You're a bloody genius!" He shook the other boy's shoulders in excitement. "The monster has to be a snake. That's why I was hearing those voices! They weren't in my head after all!"

"Hermione had figured it out! Good old 'Mione." Said Ron. "But what snake could attack someone so badly that the victims were petrified?"

They decided to go to the library and research that particular topic. Fortunately, the book that they needed wasn't in the restricted section so they were able to access it. The whole time, a tiny bit of guilt had crept into Harry's mind. He had promised Sirius that he wouldn't go looking for trouble. He'd promised him that he'd stay away from the Chamber of Secrets completely and yet here he was, researching the very topic. But he wasn't actually risking his life so this didn't exactly count. Right?

"Harry! Look at what I found!" Ron's excitement didn't go down too well with Madam Pince and she gave him a severe look, clearly telling him to tone down. The boy ignored the librarian's glare and pointed to an article. "Look! Of the many fearsome beasts and monsters that roam our land, there is none more curious or more deadly than the Basilisk, known also as the King of Serpents. This snake, which may reach gigantic size, and live many hundreds of years, is born from a chicken's egg, hatched beneath a toad. Its methods of killing are most wondrous, for aside from its deadly and venomous fangs, the Basilisk has a murderous stare, and all who are fixed with the beam of its eye shall suffer instant death. If the victim is fortunate enough to not look this terrifying beast directly in the eye but through a surface or reflection, they are left utterly petrified. That's what happened to all the students!"

Harry looked like they'd found a pot of gold. They had finally uncovered the reason behind all the happenings at Hogwarts! They took the book back to Harry's room since they didn't want anybody to overhear anything.

"It says here that the victim is petrified if they don't look at it directly in the eyes. This means that all the students must've seen it through something or maybe a reflection, according to this book." Said Harry. "But what?"

"Filch's cat Norris was the first victim. The corridor was flooded that night so she must've seen its reflection in the water!" Harry's eyes widened with realisation. "And Colin... he may have seen the basilisk through... his camera! He always carried it around, didn't he? It saved his life that day. Yes that's it!"

"What about Fletchley?"

"Justin Fletchley might have seen it through... he was with Nearly Headless Nick! He saw it through Nick! Hermione saw it through that mirror she was holding. Ron! We've got it! We figured it out mate!" Harry excitedly pounded Ron on the back, grinning widely, nearly yelling the words.

"Figured out what?" Both heads turned to see Sirius leaning against the door frame, his arms loosely crossed over his chest. "You two boys aren't up to any trouble now, are you?" The man gave both of them a suspicious look.

"No dad."

"No, sir."

Sirius seemed unconvinced but then he decided to trust Harry and nodded. Earlier that week, the Professors had spoken about Harry's dreams as well as the Occlumency lessons. It hadn't been all that great but at least the they were all informed now. So if any other student or Professors had nightmares, they'd know who was behind it all. "Good." He gave his son an affectionate wink and walked out.

"We're not getting into any trouble mate." Said Ron, seeing the guilty look on Harry's face. "I know Ron. I just hate lying to him, that's all. He's never lied to me ever, till date and I don't think it's fair if I keep hiding things from him." Harry admitted. "We'll tell the Professors what we know after we've figured out a bit more." Harry stated.

He'd promised his dad he'd stay out of anything dangerous. He'd already lied once and he hadn't liked it one bit. "Yeah. The last thing I want is my mum blistering my ears with all that shouting. She's got a big voice, you know." Harry snickered a little at that. Mrs. Weasley certainly had a loud voice. The howler was proof.

Although the two boys had found out about the basilisk, one question kept bugging Harry. Where did it come from? Any place remotely conspicuous was out of the question. This monster was huge. There was no way it was able to come out of its hiding place, unnoticed.

There was only one possible explanation for all this. There had to be a secret passage or a chamber or something which was directly connected to the castle's pipes. That way, the basilisk could easily slither out of its hideout and into the pipes. That had to be the only way! Where in the world could this room, also known as the Chamber of Secrets be?

Harry hurried back to the Gryffindor boy's dormitory to find Ron going through one of the many reference books. Had the situation not been quite so serious, Harry would've burst out laughing. Never in his dreams had he imagined Ronald Weasley willingly reading a book. "Ron, listen to this."

He told the other boy about his idea about the secret, inconspicuous location of the Chamber of Secrets and his theory about how it opened into the pipes. Ron's eyes widened to the size of saucers by the time Harry was done. "Bloody hell mate! This is brilliant."

"Now all we've got to do is find out where could it be. Then, we'll tell the Professors." Said Harry. "Alright. Can we do the rest later? I could certainly use some sleep now, mate. All through History of Magic, Parvati kept going on to Lavender about how some bloke in fourth year didn't fancy her sister so Padma spent the entire day crying, in the bathroom. I swear, if I had to sit and listen to that for one more minute, my head would've exploded."

But, Harry had stopped listening the moment Ron had said the word 'bathroom'. Of course! How could they not have seen it before! Every single pipe in the castle was connected to the bathroom. And, there was only one bathroom in the entire castle that was always empty. No one ever went there so nobody noticed the monster come out and enter the pipes. Moaning Myrtle' bathroom. It all made sense now! That rumour about Myrtle was true then. She had died in that bathroom and never left! She had been killed by the basilisk!

"The entrance to the Chamber of Secrets was in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom." It was a good thing that no one else was in the dormitory at that time because Harry's voice had risen to a shout. "We'll tell the Professors about it. First thing tomorrow morning."

"We need to do it right now, Ron. We can just go and tell dad." Harry said but Ron shook his head. "Harry, are you bloody out of your mind? Today's Thursday. Snape does the rounds tonight. If we run into him—which is highly likely, given our luck — he won't listen to a word of what we say. He'll probably toss us right into detention." Ron reasoned. As much as Harry didn't want to admit it, Ron was right. "Fine, we'll go tomorrow."

Harry awoke at around seven, the next day and quickly got dressed, Ron doing the same. It was still unusually early for them but this had to be done. They went to the Great Hall but to their utter dismay, the High table was vacant. Not a professor was present. That's when Harry realised that something was terribly wrong. Throughout Harry's two years at Hogwarts, there hadn't been a single day when that table was empty. His father was an early riser and was always up so why wasn't he here now? Where had all of them gone?

"Let's go to Dad's room and see if he's there." It was unlikely but right now, it was the only idea Harry had. He would take it over nothing.

They were on their way when Harry suddenly stopped. He could hear Mcgonagall's unmistakable voice, along with the others. "Mr. Potter hasn't told you anything, anything at all?"

"I've already told you everything. I spoke to Albus the other day about all that Harry told me. Even he was baffled. We couldn't make any conclusion about those voices. If Harry found out anything else, he'd tell me." Sirius replied impatiently. "I wouldn't be too sure about that, Black. We all know that the brat has a knack for getting into trouble." That was definitely Snape. Harry would recognise that horrible, deep tone even in his sleep. There was no reply from his father but he imagined Sirius giving Snape one of his most menacing glares.

"Well whatever the case may be, it's too late now." Said Mcgonagall, her voice grave. "What so mean it's too late now?" Sirius asked, a hint of irritation in his voice. "The Chamber of Secrets was opened last night, once again. This time however, no student was attacked."

"But?" Sirius knew from her tone that there was more to this. "The monster took the student with it. We found a message on that deserted third floor corridor."

"What did it say?"

"Her skeleton will lie in the Chamber forever." A shudder ran down Harry's spine when he heard McGonagall. "The monster, whatever it is, it's not independent. Someone controls it." "Voldemort." That was Sirius. Among the Professors, other than Dumbledore, he was the only one who didn't fear the Dark Lord. "How do you know that Black?" "Well Snivellus, were you deaf or sleeping when I told you all about it the other day. I told you that I spoke to Albus but he knows nothing as well. All we know is that Voldemort tried to invade Harry's mind. That's why we started Occlumency. This is what you'll already know. Other than this, there's nothing else."

"He hasn't had any dreams after that?" Asked Mcgonagall. "None at all." Harry heard the Transfiguration professor sigh.

"Who was the student?" Sirius demanded, remembering Mcgonagall's previous words. "Ginny Weasley."

Beside him, Harry felt Ron sink to the ground with a barely audible whimper. "Isn't there anything that we can do? Surely, there has to be some way to save her." Sirius sounded despaired. "I'm afraid not, Mr. Black. If the girl's with the monster, she's as good as dead. With Albus away in this crucial period, there's nothing that we can do. We must inform her parents immediately."

"No, there has to be something that we can do to save her. I'm going to figure it out." The boy heard his father's approaching footsteps and came to his senses. "Ron come on," he hissed, grabbing Ron by the arm and hauling him off the floor. The other boy allowed himself to be dragged away, following his friend rather robotically. They were on their way to Sirius' quarters to wait for him when Ron wrenched himself free from Harry's hold. "Harry, the monster's got her. She must've known something important. That's why he took her. It'll kill her. We need to go and save her Harry."

The boy stared at his friend incredulously. "Are you mad? By ourselves? We'll be dead before you can say 'basilisk'. We need to tell dad. He'll help." Harry tried to reason with the redhead but Ron shook his head. "Didn't you hear Mcgonagall? The professors have given up. Even if we do tell your dad, the Professors would want to plan before actually going to rescue her. There's not enough time for that. She'll be gone by then."

Harry was torn. On the one hand, he didn't want to go ahead with Ron's idea. But, what if Ron was right and Ginny died? He still had a strong feeling to go and tell Sirius everything. He was sure his father would definitely help. Wasn't that what he was planning to do anyway? "I'm going on my own if you don't want to come."

That line was enough to change Harry's mind. There was no way he was going to let Ron rush into this recklessly on his own. "No bloody way. I'm coming with you." Consequences be damned. He had to do this. Without another moment's delay, the two of them rushed downstairs towards Myrtle's bathroom.

They found her moping inside a u-bend in one of the stalls. "Hello Harry, Harry's friend." She murmured, rising from her spot. "Have you come to live in my bathroom? You're welcome here." She said nonchalantly, batting her lashes at the two boys. "Um... no thank you. We just wanted to ask you something," said Harry. "Ask away."

"How did you die?"

Myrtle stopped floating around and looked Harry dead in the eye. "I don't know. The last thing I remember is seeing a big pair of yellow eyes right there." She pointed to one of the water taps and zoomed away.

The two of them made their way to the wash basin in question. Harry observed it from afar. It was ordinary, nothing remotely out of place or dangerous. But then when he leaned over to inspect the side, he saw it: there, on the old faucet was a small curled serpent.

They had found the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets.

"Here it is Ron." He was full of trepidation. Ron's face was rather white as well but there was also a certain determination in his eyes. He needed to save his sister. "Open," Harry said. It was meant to sound confident but it came out as a squeaky whisper. Damn he was really afraid. Nothing happened, nothing at all. The serpent remained exactly where it had been and the entire bathroom was eerily silent.

"Why won't it open up? This is the entrance so it should work right?" Ron frowned. That's when Harry had an idea. "Open up." Except that those weren't the words that he heard. A hissing sort of sound escaped Harry's mouth and at once, the serpent turned a brilliant green and uncurled itself. There was a grating sound as the wash basins were pulled back. Once the sound stopped, Harry looked down and saw an opening. He couldn't see the end of it and it was pitch dark inside.

"This is it Ron. You ready?" The other boy shook his head. "Not in the slightest. What about you?" Harry tried to quell the fear that was building up. "Not in the slightest."

"Let's do this."

With a deep breath Harry braced himself, Ron doing the same . Mentally counting to three, the two boys plunged into the darkness.

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