Hey ! Here is the new chapter ! Took more time than i thought it would , and it did not cover evrything that i wanted. But when i saw eleventh page on my document, i decided to publish it.
So, I had to help myself with the book for this one, since I did not remeber very well how it happened, but it turned quite good, in my opinion.

So, there IS genderbending BUT it doesnt mean that it will be the pairing. It just mean that we need more femal first role ^^.
Concerning the pairing, I am almost certain that it will not be Hermione. I read too much of these and I can't read ( or write) another. Morever there is too much of it for my taste.
So almost certain no Hermione. More, her personality of law and thing will not do with the Dark Art that is necromancy.

I think i said what i wanted . Good reading !

Vernon was reading his newspaper in the kitchen, while Petunia was doing,well, « helping » Harry cooking. It was a scene that was quite usual for the past year.

Harry still wasn't liked in the family, but he was now accepted. He did not like them either, but that was not the point. Harry was closer to a bulter than family, but that was enough for him. He just had to smile, laugh when Vernon made joke, help Petunia do the chore without complaining, or listen to Dudley… « heroic did » while looking awed.

Little be little, they came to ask less and less, and let more freedom to Harry. They were expecting Harry to do everything, which he did, but not very well. More than that, they became… cold to him. It was new, they were just means, before, or angry. From time to time, Petunia even accepted to be a model for Harry. She even did go back to gardening, finding it better when shed id it herself.

Vernon grumped when he heard the mailman at the door.
"Go get the mail Dudley, " he said.
"Harry can get it ! " whined Dudley.
"Get the mail, boy, " said Vernon,a little more loudly.
"Yes, uncle. " said Harry while smiling.
He smiled at Petunia, bowing a little, and left the kitchen.

When he was out of view, his face fell. His eyes, which were so bright just a second ago, became cold and his smile turned into a frown. His steps were quick and he reached the door pretty fast.

He picked up the letter and turned around, reading the title of each letter.

Before reaching the living room, he froze. One letter was for him. His frown deepened. It was years ago, he would have been overjoyed by such new, but now, he was just suspicious.

He put the letter in his pocket and put his smile back on his face while passing the opening to the living room. It would not do it to anger his relatives,he could open the letter later.

What the fuck was Hogwarts anyway ?

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"Hogwarts, you said ? " asked Pevrell while looking at the scenery.
Harry nodded, admiring the sunset on Privet Drive too.
Pevrell mouth produced something akin to a 'humm'. He was thinking.
After some time, he tilted his head to the side, and brought one long finger to his chin, scratching it. It was something that was common when Harry asked question about his past. It seemed that living as a soul in a book did quite a work on his mind.

Suddenly, he snapped his fingers.
"Hogwarts ! Yes, I remeber, it was the name of a school, a magical one ! " he said whit his gaze lost in the sky.
Harry head turned to him so fast that his neck could have broke. Now that was interesting .
"Well, it was more of a project than anything, " continued the Necromancer.
The little boy raised an eyebrow, questions already filling his mind. But he was going to wait for the undead to finish. Maybe some of them will already be answered.

"A project ? " he pressed .
"Yes, some wizards came together with the idea to teach all of the new wizard. They were very famous at my time, with the « good wizard » anyway, " mumbled Pevrell.
His next words were not understable, and Harry know that he was ranting about how he was dark and amazing.

He sighed, knowing that the conversation ended here for now.

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Minevra Mcgonagall looked at the front door with a frown while she was dusting the muggle cloth she wore. It was the second time she saw that door, and the first time did not let a good impression of what lied behind. Merlin knows how she liked Lily, but the Dursley were by far the worst muggles she ever had to deal with.
She shook her head and knocked on the door, twice.
There was some grumbling behind the door, then steps, and the door opened. Her eyes widened.

There he was. The saviour of the wizard world. The boy-who-lived. Lily and James' child. He seemed fine, if the smile that he showed here was anything to go by.
The mop of untamed black hair brought back the face of Potter senior to her mind, and she smiled softly. The eyes, thought, were quickly Lily's. For a moment, she lost herself in the deep green gems that were his eyes.

"Madam ?, " he asked softly, " Can I help you with anything ? "
His voice brought her back to reality. Her strict expression was back.
"Mr Potter, I assume ? " she said while blocking the emotion that were threatening to come.
With one eyebrow raised, he nodded and looked at her more closely. Sudenly, surprise appeared on his face, followed closely with realisation. Then , the smile came back.
"I see ! Well, if you could just a moment, " and with that, he closed the door .

Minerva raised an eyebrow, but she waited, nonetheless. She looked around her, and wondered if Harry was implicated with the beauty of the garden, or if she could give that to Petunia, at least.
The door opened, and Harry passed it, closing it behind him.

"If you could just, " he reached in his pocket and took out a letter "take this . "
Minerva eye's narrowed. She took the letter quickly, and looked at it. It was indeed the Hogwarts letter. She sighed. She knows, well Dumbledore know that Harry may refuse it, but she hoped not. She turned her gaze on Harry, a little sad.

"I take it you are not interested ? " she asked .
The boy quickly puts his head in front of him, laughing a little.
"No ! God please no ! It is not that ! I just didn't inform my relative about it. So i twill be better if they think it's the first time I heard of it . " he said with mouth still smiling.

Minerva imagined that the surprise could be seen on her face. She did not imagine that from a young boy. But she should have suspected it, she knows that the Dursley were quite bad when it came to magic. They would not have accepted the fact that Harry was one without flinching.
How… Slytherin of him. She shook her head, no Potter would ever be in Slytherin.
She saw Harry open the door and followed him . He looked at her one more time, and entered the living room.

"Took you some time boy, " grumped Vernon " Who was it ? "
"I don't know, Uncle, she claims to be a teacher from a boarding school. "he said softly.
Minerva did not anything for now, it seemed that they were too occupied doing something else to even see her.
"You told her that we don't need anything right ? Your and Dudley school is already decided. " he continued, still grumping.
Harry shook his head even though he was not looking at him.
"Well, yes, but madam …" He looked at her.
It was her clue.
"Mcgonagall, " she said coldly.
The new voice brought them out of their world, Vernon turned hi head quickly, Dudley looked away from the Tv, and Petunia…. Well, Petunia screamed.

"No ! " She said while putting away her glove " He will not go there ! I will not allow it ! "
She felt her mouth twitch a little.
"Why, Hello again Petunia, nice to see you again. " She hoped the sarcasm wasn't quite obvious.
Petunia walked from the kitchen to her, and put her finger on her chest.
"He is not like you ! I raised him well , he will not be like you ! " she screamed.
Minerva rolled her eyes, the chance that Harry was squib was next to zero.

Vernon, for his part, was shocked of how his wife was acting. He got up from his seat and approchead her.
"Dear, do you know this person ? " he asked softly, hoping to calm her down.
Petunia turned her glare to him, and Vernon flinched.
"She is one of ..them " she spat the last world.
Vernon looked at the strange woman before him while searching who could « them » be in his memory. Then his eyes widened. Anger shook his body.

Minerva looked strangely at Vernon as his face turned from white, to red, and then to purple.
" You will not get him ! You left him here ! We raised him to be a normal, clever, human boy ! " he raged.
Minerva narrowed her eyes, she did not really appreciate muggle calling her « non human ». She prepared to answer something nasty, but a voice stopped her.
"Uncle ? Aunt ? Who is she ? Do you know Her ? " asked Harry with aparent worry .
They all turned to him, a little more calm.

Harry raised a mental eyebrow. It escalated quickly. He did not know that Petunia and Vernon know of the existence of magic, but he seemed they could still surprise him.
Petunia turned to him, mouth already half open to say something, but stopped herself when her eyes meet Harry's.
Harry swore he saw remorse on her face for a second, before she 'humphed' and turned away.
"Are you even sure that he his … like you ? " she asked more softly than before.
He looked back to his soon-to-be teacher and saw her took the letter from… who know where.
"The proof is right here, not letter would ever go to a non magical child. " she said while shaking it a little.
Petunia turned her head a little to see the letter, and sighed.
"Take him before I change my mind," she said with a voice so soft that she could have whispered it.
All the other people in the room widened their eyes.
Vernon took a step in her direction.
"Pe-Petunia ! What are you-" he began, a little lost.
"I know what I am doing, Vernon ! " she barked at him.
Harry flinched. He had never heard Petunia talk like that to Vernon. He felt a hand on his shoulder , and looket at Madam Mcgonagall.
"We should go, Harry" she said quitely.
He looked back at Vernon and Petunia, and murmured a little 'thank you' , quite lost himself.

"Boy ! "Called Petunia.
He stopped.
"Be back before night, will you ? Dinner will not make itselft alone . " she said in her usual cold tone.
Harry puts his smile on, and nodded.
"Of course, Aunt" And with that, they left the house.
Dudley looked away from the TV as the door closed.

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The way to London was quite eventless. Harry had asked two or three questions about Hogwarts, mainly what the mains classes were, how it worked, and how he was going to pay for it.
When he learned that his parent were wizard themselves, and that they got killed during the last wizard war, he was a little shocked, he'll admit. But the fact that they apparently left him quite a fortune solved quite a problem that they had with Pevrell.

The bus, muggle bus insited his professor, stopped just in front of a pub named « The leaky cauldron » and Harry raised an eyebrow.
That was the secret way to the wizard world ? Quite disappoiting if you asked. Well, it had the benefit of some discretion.
Minerva stopped Harry from entering with a hand before him. He looked at her strangely.

" You better put that on, we don't want some unwanted attention, " said the old witch while handing him a cap.
Many questions came to his mind as he stared at the cap, but he struggled and played along, putting the cap firmly on his head.
Mcgonagal looked at him up and down, and nodded.
" Now we go, young boy " she said, opening the door.

The inside of the pub did not stand out either. Nothing was out of ordinary, but maybe that was the problem here. No real pub would look like that, well, looked like that anymore. He guessed that it had its charm.

A bald man behind the counter saw them enter and nodded to his soon-to-be professor.

"Fancy to see you there, professor, showing the new blood around ? " he asked while smiling.
The lady nodded back at him.
"I am not your professor anymore,Tom, but yes, I am showing a muggleborn student the way . " and with no further conversation, she walked to the back of the pub.

Harry followed her, head looking at the ground. He did not know what was the problem with him showing his face, but he trusted the lady.
He stopped behind Mcgonagal, who was standing in front of a brick wall. He saw her took out her wand, look at him , and then tap some bricks with it.
When she put back her wand from… out of nowhere, in Harry position, the wall started to shake. He took a step back , and the wall opened to a whole new world . He sensed his jaw go slack.
When Mcgonagal saw that, she smirked.

"Welcome… To Diagon Alley ! "

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In Harry mind, a lot of new possibilities came to life. He saw flying brooms, a bunch of animals he didn't know, a magic wand shop and so many other things. He wanted so badly to stop at a book shop when he saw one, but a quick glance from the stern woman that accompanied him stopped him to do so.

Now, they were standing in front of a big white construction, with written in golden letter : Gringots.
He stopped walking when he saw something by the door . Well , two somethings to be precise.
They were humanoid, but they were smaller than any man that he had seen so far. They were pale, and wore armor, iron armor.
"They are goblins, magicals creatures that deals with most of the wizards' fortune, " said Mcgonagal when she saw he did not follow her.
Harry looked at her, nodded, and tentatively began to walk back to her. He swore than, when they passed the door, one of the armored goblins snorted.

They made a way to a counter, and waited for the goblin who was at it to attend to them. And sot hey waited. And waited. And … waited.

While he was smiling, Harry was internally screaming his head out. He looked around, and admired his surroundings. The building was quite big, for creature who were so small. He could totally see that they liked gold, however, with how much it was present in decoration, painting and sculpture.

He sighed and searched another thing to do. He looked at the goblins. It was not how he was picturing them to be.
He was thinking them… greener. What it strange ? Maybe. He didn't really care. He already estimated himself and his professor to be here since seven or height minutes.

He turned his head to the goblins, smile still on , and waited another moment.
The goblin was writing something in a book, and from time to time, looked into a little bag that tinted of money.
Then , the goblins looked in their way, and Harry saw his lips twitch slightly . The goblin was back at what he was doing.
Harry was fuming. To hell with Pevrell teaching of patience. He walked forward.

Minerva was waiting for the goblin to begin the conversation, even if she knew that the goblins loved tormenting the wizard, to 'show them their place' if you want.
As she hoped that this moment approached, she saw Harry step forward.

"Excuse me , master Goblin ? " he asked with a little voice. Not little in a way that he was shy, just a little voice because he was young .
What shocked the professor however, was the title he used. Master goblins ? no wizard ever used that term when addressing them.
And it was proved by the reaction from everyone around them. The two other goblins of the nearest counter were looking at Harry, letting go of whatever they were doing. One wizard that was waiting next to them took some step back. But the strongest reaction was from the goblin that Harry was talking with.

He stood up, and advanced his little head, slowly, toward Harry. His black little eyes looked up and down at Harry, and then they focused Harry's eyes.
They stood like that for a minute, not moving, while Harry smiled. The scene was getting quite a lot of people, and Mcgonagal was beginninig to get nervous. So much for not getting any attention.
As she was going to step forward and apologize, the goblin showed his pointed teeth, and laughed.
A deep laugh. He sat back again, and made a gesture with his hand. Goblins with armor approached and made the crowd go away.

Harry did not move during all this, and the goblin gestured him forward.
"So , what does this little wizard want ? " he asked, still with a dangeous smile on his face.
"It seem that my parents owned a vault here, and I would like to access it , " said Harry.
The goblin raised an eyebrow .
"Are they not with you, youngling ? " asked the goblin while looking at Mcgonagal.
She took it at her cue to talk, but Harry continued.
"They are dead, by a dark wizard apparently. Can I access this vault or is it closed forever ? " asked Hary without batting an eye.
Mcgonagal frowned at seeing the boy talk of his parents like nothing was wrong.
The goblin shrugged his shoulders.
"Happens. If you want to access your vault, I need your name . " said the goblin as he took a paper.
"Harry Potter, "
The goblin raised his head once again
"Ho ? " he said, his smile widening.
The goblin stood up again .µ
"And does Mr. Potter have his key ? " came the question with a dangerous undertone.
Now was her clue.

Harry frowned has he looked at the goblin. Of what key was he talking about. Just as he was going to ask, his professor passed him.
"I have it here, " she said as she handed the goblin a golden key.
Harry raised an eyebrow. How did she come to have his key ? Was she some sort of friend of his parents ? He , however, said nothing.
The goblin looked at the key, each side of it, and handed it back to the professor. He then barked something in a language that Harry didn't quite understand.
Another goblin arrived.

"Skullbreaker will take you to your vault, good day to you, young Potter, we hope to see you again" said the goblin as Skullbreaker took them away.
Harry nodded. It could be quite interesting to search more about this goblins, they seemed to play a big part in the wizard world.
They arrived in front of a cart, and he frowned.

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Harry was using his hand to stay up, while he tried to hold whatever was still in his stomach. The ride to his vault has been quite eventless, but Harry did understand something. He did not like this way of travelling.

He had been quite amazed by the amount of money present in the vault, and it seemed it was not even the Potter vault. Just something he could access while he was underage. Wich was normal in his opinon, no chils should have access to that much gold.

Anyway, they came out just after, but professor Mcgongagl said that she had still something to do inside Gringots, and that he should begin his shopping alone.
Slowly, his body began to calm , and he sensed his face took a more normal colour. Time to find the first shop now.

While going to the book shop was tempting, Harry know that he would stay a lot of time here, and decided to go for cloth first.
He arrived so in front of a shop named 'Madam Malkin's Robe for All Occasions', and he entered.
The woman that looked at him with a big smile talked before Harry could even ask .
"Hogwarts too ? Take place on the stand, we have one person before you" she said.
Harry stepped on the stand, and madam Malkin throws a robe on him and began to work on it.

"Hello," said a voice next to him "Hogwarts, right ? "
Harry looked to his right and saw another person on a stand.
It was a girl with pale, blond hair, practically white and grey eyes.
"Yes," said Harry simply.
The girl nodded.
"My father is buying my book in the shop nearby, and my mother said that she'll buy my wand" continued the girl with a lazy tone.
Harry nodded just to be polite.
"Next I'll try to get one of these new broom, don't know we first year can't have one," she said, and Harry noticed a frown on her face.
She mumbled something, but Harry didn't hear anything.
"You have a broom ? " she asked next.

Harry thought very hard about why she was talking about brooms, and then remembered that they were wizards.
"I don't" He said simply. He got the feeling that this girl liked to hear herself.
They stayed silent for a moment, with only the sound of the two workers and the fabric.
"You knew on which house you'll be ? " she asked suddenly.
That…. He had no clue of what she was talking about. House ?
"No, " he said simply.
"We can't really know in advance, to be truthful, but I know I'll end in Slytherin. All my family was" she continued.
Harry said nothing, not knowing what to say exactly, but he sensed his pocket grew hot when she said 'Slytherin'.
"All done ! " said the tailor that was working on the girl robe "come back in one hour and they'll be ready ! "
The girl nodded, to them and to him, and exited the shop.

What a strange girl, thought Harry.
Ho.
He did not know her name…. Mhe.

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Next, Mcgonagal found him just as he was exiting a shop of quill, which he founded ridiculous, but he did not say anything.
He asked her about the 'houses' and learned quite a bit about Hogwarts. He continued to ask the stern but helpful witch about Hogwarts during quite a lot of shops.
They bought lot's of things , like a cauldron, things to throw into it, and thing that he did not really understand, like a telescope.

Then they arrived in front of the bookshop, 'Frourish and bolt'.
Even if he knew that he shouldn't stay long, they exited the shop one hour later, with a tired professor, a happy Harry, forty or so books on nothing and everything, and a lot less money.

Finally, they walked to a strange building with a sign that read 'Olivanders, wandmaker since 382 before jc'.
Just as they entered, a little bell ringed in the back. It was a strange shop, old if anything was to say about it . No. Unnerving was better.

No one was inside. Just a lot of small, long box, of all colours, and dust. Mcgonagal sat on a chair, that groaned under her, and looked around herself.
Harry looked around , himself. It was quite interesting. He understood that inside all of these boxes where wand,or at least, he hoped so.
A shiver ran down his neck.

"Hello, " said a light voice behind him.
It was only thanks to his training that he did not scream while turning around.
There, was a man, an old man, whit a creepy, but friendly smile, and greyish eyes.
"Ha , I was wondering when I would see you, Mister Potter, you have the eyes of your mother" he said without batting his eyebrows.

Harry raised an eyebrow, he remembred his parents ?
"I remember when she first came her to buy her wand, ten poi-" he began, but a cought stopped him.
They turned to see the professor Mcgonagal looking at them.
"Miss Mcgongagl, what a pleasure to see you, how is your wand ? " asked the old man while Harry put some distance between them.
"Very good, thank you. But I'm afraid we are going to have to cut this visit short. Someone, " she glared at Harry, " took a litte too much time on certain shop. "Harry had the decency to look away.

The old man, that Harry guessed, was Olivanders laughed softly, and gestured Harry forward.
"Let's take your measurements, shall we ? " he said as a tape floated next to him.
His mood turned a little more serious, or maybe not. Harry couldn't understand the wandmaker.
"Which is your dominant arm ? " he asked, and Harry extended his right arm.
Then , the tape began to measure it. Hand to arm, arm to shoulder. The more it lasted, the more the measurement were strange. Nostrils were the last.

"Each Olivanders' wand is made with powerful magic substances. But you must know that no wand that you would find here is the same as another. " he said while tapping some boxes.
Then he came back with five or six of them.
"Let's try them, shall we ? "

Harry took the first wand that was handed to him, only hearing lightly that it was made with dragon hearthstring, and waved it, as he was told to do.
The only thing that happened was Olvianders taking back the wand .
"No, this one maybe ? Unicorn hair and red maple. Twelve inches. "
Harry approached his hand of the wand, but Olivanders took it back.
"This one ? Siren's nails, oak wood, eleven point six inches. "
Again the wand was taken back.

When it came to the forty fifth wand, he counted them, Harry was beginning to lose his patience, and his hope, too. Was he not a wizard ? He sighed heavily as Olivanders was giggling behind a wall made of boxes. For the third time already.

But this time, the giggling stopped.

Harry raised an eyebrow while Olivanders walked back with three other boxes. By the dust on them, they were quite old.

"Try this one, phoenix feather, holly wood, eleven inch-" began Olivanders, just as Harry touched the wand.
Then there was a scream, Harry didn't know if it was him, but he immediately let go of the wand to protect his ears, as Olivanders did himself.
The screaming stopped when the wand hit the floor. The three wizards looked at the wand, for a moment.

"Very… strange, " said Olivanders, "This wand could have suited you, but it seems that a drastic change happened in your life. Do you know what this could be ? " asked Olivanders while subtlylooking in the direction of his back pocket, which was getting hot.
"N-not a clue ,sir " said Harry, stuttering a little.
Olivanders looked at him with a knowing smile, and took the wand from the floor.
"Well, I will not ask, I am not here to do that, try this one will you ? "

Harry waited for Olivanders to say something about it , but nothing came. He looked at him , and saw him handing a wand with a delicate tissue.
Harry struggled and took it. Immediately, he felt something crawl under his skin, giving him power, and sparks of all colors flew into the shop.

"That, is an old wand. it is made from thestral bones and ash wood, twelve point two inches. " said the old man with a soft voice.
Harry nodded, admiring the wand. It was a greyish wand, with sort of golden marking on the handle. The rest of it was parcored by dark and white line. All in all, it seemed to come out of a dead tree.

He promised himself to seek what was a Thestrale.

"My grandfather said… It is one thing to see death, but it is something else to see deaht.. dying. And I understood this meaning when I made this wand. " he said soflty.
Harry looked at him strangely, not understanding what it meant.
"We should go Harry, " said Mconagal suddenly.
He looked at her, and saw that she was up, with a stern, but curious expression . He nodded and looked back to the wand that Olivanders was putting back in the box while saying how much it was.

The feeling that he sensed when he took it. No price was worth it.

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Harry looked at Professor Mcgonagal as she walked on the road. Then, she looked in his direction, and disappeared. His eyes widened. He wanted to learn to do that.
His hand wrapped itself around his wand, in his pocket, but he ravised himself. Mcgonagal had said herself that he could not do magic outside school before he was eighteen.
He needed to talk to Pevrell anyway.

He closed the door and walked back inside the house. His relatives were in the living room. They had not said anything to him, they did not even acknowledge him when he walked back into the house.

He had expected that, of course, after the conversation they had when madam Mcgongal first introduced herself. He did not really care, really, he just hoped that their relation wouldn't go back to what is was before Pevrell.
It would not help his training, at. All.

He walked past them, and joined Petunia in the kitchen. Pevrell could wait for him to cook dinner, even if his burning pocket tried to prove him wrong.
Cooking did not take long, Petunia and himself just heated some rest, and put it on the table.
On the other side, the lack of one set of fork and knife kind of made him understand that he was not welcome tonight.

With anger building inside of him, Harry walked back to his room , and slammed the door behind him .How dare they ? He was doing everything for them, and they still treated him as a nobody. They did not deserve to even breath the same air as him !
Wow .
Where did that come from ? He needed to calm down, going to Pevrell like that will not do anything good. He took a deep breath, and expired, deep breath. Phew.

He took out the little red book, and sat on the bed. The book was brought to his head, and the world faded around him, before it came back. He was still in his room, but not the real one.

He stood up and walked out of the room, ignoring the Vernon-memory and Petunia-memory walking around. He left the room and walked in the direction of the graveyard, where Pevrell always arrived to hide himself.

Harry pushed the iron bars that where the door of the graveyard, and ran to the third crypt on the right. On it was written ' Pevrell's family'.
He pushed the big, grey , stone door, and walked down the stair. He did not know if crypt were supposed to be big, but this one was very, very big. He kind of thought of it as a batcave. Or something like that.

At the end of the stair stood his other teacher. He was floating above the floor and was going from one end to the other, hand behind his back. He seemed deep in thought.

"Master ? What's wrong ? "he asked, approaching him.
Pevrell turned his skull in his direction, stared at him for a minute, and continued to 'walk'.
Harry frowned.
"Master ? Wha- ? " he began.
"Everything ! " screamed Pevrel as he faced him.
He took a step back.
"I know why I remembered that Hogwarts name. I did not think they would succeed…" he murmured.
He stopped, and his hand clenched.
"Slytherin…"he hissed.

Fear began to build in Harry body. He caught one of Pevrel's long sleeve.
"What wrong master ! You must tell me ! " he asked, almost begged.
Pevrel looked at him. Holes that were pitch black now sported a faint blue light.
The skeleton sighed, and he crouched next to Harry.
"I would like to tell you Harry. I really do. "he stroked Harry cheek with one finger.
But he stood up, and turned away.
"But some story are better to be seen, " he said, "and my power, while slowly going back, is till lacking. "
To prove his point, he hextanted his hand. Blue light converged on it and a blue ball of magic formed. However, the light in his eyes was diminishing. He held it like that for a few moments, then let it go in a flash. A sigh escaped the dead wizard, as he turned once again.

"It means however that we need to speed up the training. " he said.
At this, Harry perked up. That was something good to hear.
"Prepare yourself, my child, for the first and the most important ritual of your life, " said Pevrel darkly.

So ? What do you think.
As i said the ritual was supposed to be in this chapter but ... yeah, didnt want to make you wait.

Hope you enjoyed. Ask if you want to know anything.

Ps: still no clue on how I make paragraph.