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1st November 1992: Early Morning

Harry trudged up the stairs towards Gryffindor Tower in a grim mood which was mirrored by his two friends in front of him. They had only just been released from Professor Dumbledore's office having spent the last few hours going over what had happened just before everyone had arrived on the scene of Mrs Norris' petrifying. Why they had spent so long going over it was unclear but it was now a little bit past midnight and all Harry wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep for the next thousand years. Being threatened by Filch, having to calm down his father and Draco because of that threat and then being questioned for several hours in a row by Dumbledore with Severus yelling to try and defend him all the way though was most tiring.

"It's a bit funny isn't it?" Fred spoke up suddenly, stopping half way through a step.

"Funny?" Harry repeated in confusion, not understanding what the red haired boy was talking about and also being forced to stop as well.

"I mean, you hear this voice, a voice only you can hear, and then Mrs Norris turns up petrified? It's just funny, that's all." He elaborated, his tone taking on a rather defeated quality at the end.

"Funny strange, not funny ha ha." George clarified.

"I still say you should've told your dad and Dumbledore about that voice." Fred told Harry, giving the dark haired boy a pointed look.

"I don't want to worry them." Harry replied simply, moving once again in an attempt to avoid the on-coming conversation. During a moment of something akin to panic, Harry had reverted to his old habit of lying. This time, it was more because he didn't want to be labelled as crazy or anything of the such though. After all, hearing voices not within the context of a vision wasn't something you usually admit to willingly.

"But Harry..." Fred tried to argue, stepping in front of Harry to stop him from carrying on.

"I'm sure it was nothing, okay?" The dark haired boy assured them both, his tone clearly implying that that was the end of the conversation. The two Weasley brothers could only give weak nods to that, unable to push their friend into doing something if he didn't want to.

Without further word, they carried on up the stairs, towards the Gryffindor Tower.

7th November 1992: Morning

"Having fun Snape?"

Harry rolled his eyes at the comment from the Slytherin Seeker who he thought he had managed to lose a few minutes ago. Obviously not though as she was now hovering just next to him with a mocking sneer on her face. Twenty minutes into the game and there was no sign of the snitch and Bethany seemed to be more intent on stalking him than playing the game.

"Maybe you should concentrate on the snitch rather than tormenting me." Harry suggested easily as he looked around himself for the tell-tale glint of gold. "I'm sure your team would appreciate it."

"Don't you mean Draco?" Bethany sneered.

"No, I mean the your team. Maybe you should clean your ears out so that you can hear a bit better hmm?" The dark haired boy suggested.

"Maybe you should shut up." The girl muttered.

Harry grinned slightly and once again glanced around the pitch. He saw Oliver block a throw from a Slytherin which was then caught by a second Slytherin just as Draco whacked a bludger in the Sixth Year Gryffindor's direction. The ball slammed into the end of Oliver's broom, jerking him roughly and causing him to almost over-balance. While he tried to get himself under control again, the Slytherin's managed to score. Cheering rose up from the Slytherin stands but Harry glanced over to the teacher's stands to see the reaction of two specific people.

There, sitting side by side with perfectly straight backs and small smirks on their faces, were Severus and Lucius. When Harry had been told that his godfather was visiting the school and would be watching this match, the dark haired boy had instantly been completely petrified. He always had enough trouble knowing that his father was watching him. To know that Lucius was also watching him just made things twice as bad. Plus, there was the fact that Harry knew that honestly, both Severus and Lucius were rooting against him and for Draco. After all, Draco played for Slytherin and they were all Slytherins. Harry played for Gryffindor, the mortal enemies of Slytherins. Knowing that he had no real support from his family was hard but it was nothing he could change or that he could even discuss with his family.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Harry noticed a rapidly incoming bludger. It took all of his strength to quickly steer himself out of its path but that did mean that it continued on towards Bethany who actually screamed when she saw it coming. It was as Bethany moved that Harry caught sight of the snitch; the girl had been blocking his view of it without even realising. There was no way Slytherin was going to get anywhere if they kept her as their Seeker. Maybe he'd mention something to Draco, after all, what was the point of playing against someone so useless? It just made everything terribly boring.

Harry darted towards the snitch, passing over Bethany and making her squeal in fear. He paid her no mind, not even bothered to see when she finally realised what was going on and took up the chase as well. It happened eventually, though not as fast as Harry expected, and she popped up very suddenly, greeting him by jabbing him in the shoulder with her elbow. He merely raised an eyebrow in her direction, something she may or may not have seen, and dipped and turned at the same time in order to move underneath the house stands, always keeping one eye on the snitch.

Bethany had soon joined him again and also resumed her rough play. Harry never hit her back, he was a pacifist after all, but due to his superior flying skills, he was able to dodge her for the most part. They both used the same brooms, Nimbus 2001s, as Harry had received his as his fourteenth birthday present from Lucius. So with their equal flight speeds and his advanced flying skills, Harry had the clear advantage in the situation.

Up ahead, Harry suddenly caught sight of Colin Creevey, his camera held up ready to snap a picture at the exact moment. Harry tried to call for him to get out of the way before he got himself hurt but his voice was lost in the wind and all he could do was do his best to swerve around the First Year. The bright flash of the picture being taken didn't help in the least and he found himself dazed for a good few seconds, but still managed to avoid the boy. Bethany, although she successfully managed to avoid Colin, lost control when the flash blinded her. She lowered herself down too low and the front end of her broom caught the edge of the pitch and she was sent head over heels, landing on her backside heavily, winding herself and bruising her tail-bone.

Harry couldn't help but grin in amusement at the girl's situation and he spared a very quick glance over his shoulder to where she was now laying on her back on the pitch. Satisfied that she wasn't going to get back up, Harry relaxed completely and turned back to the snitch just in front of him. It was within his arm length so he reached out for it, making sure to keep a steady grip on his broom as he did so. Unfortunately, he was so preoccupied with the snitch that he failed to see the bludger that came speeding towards him or, more precisely, his out-stretched arm.

The bludger connected with Harry's arm with a sickening crack and he cried out as shots of pain lanced through the limb with the impact. A gasp rose from the audience but he couldn't afford to pay that any mind at that moment. Now he really had to catch the snitch and finish the game if only so he could get his arm healed. He quickly brought his broken arm against his chest protectively and stretched out with his good one.

It was difficult to keep his balance and awkward to just reach out that little bit further, the wings of the golden ball actually brushing against his finger-tips, but he managed it. His fingers closed around the snitch though the action did cause him to over-balance. He fell forward over his broom in a roll and then rolled another time on the ground before he slid to a stop in the fine sand directly underneath the Gryffindor goals. Once he had stopped, he let out a pained whine and closed his eyes. He heard the sounds of people landing and soon felt the presences of people standing over him.

"Harry, are you all right?" That was George.

"No, I think my arm's broken." Harry replied as he tried to sit up a little when he felt arms come around his back to help him. His team was gathered around him now as well as several other people from Gryffindor including Hermione and Ginny.

"We need to get you to Madam Pomfrey." Hermione insisted and the twins began to lift him up.

"Ah, no need for that." Professor Lockhart said as he reached them all, coming to kneel down beside Harry, discreetly forcing him back down as he did so. "I can fix that broken arm for you."

"No!" Harry cried quickly. "No, not you." He finished a little more sedately.

"Oh, he's delirious from the pain, doesn't know what he's saying." The man told everyone easily as he pulled his wand out, completely ignoring Harry's wishes. "Now Harry, I assure you that this won't hurt a bit." He assured as he gently eased the sleeve of his Quidditch robe, causing the teenager to wince slightly. "Bracium Imendo." Lockhart spoke as he pointed the tip of his wand to Harry's injured arm and the tip glowed faintly. The result was slightly nauseating. Once the glow had faded, Harry's arm was very limp. His eyes widened in horror when Lockhart lifted his arm for him and revealed that the arm was now completely boneless. Everyone around all let out sounds of disgust but Harry could only stare at his arm, his face gone pale. "Ahh, well, yes, that, um, that can sometimes happen." Lockhart said unsurely."But, the, uh, the point is, you are no longer in pain and the bones are clearly not broken."

"There aren't any bones left to be broken!" George cried indignantly.

"Yes, but it is much more flexible now." The blonde man pointed out, folding the arm all the way back before letting it spring back forward.

"Oi, stop playing with it!" Fred glared, batting the professor's hand away.

"C'mon Harry, let's get you to the Infirmary." George urged as he and his twin hauled the slightly shocked, pale boy onto his feet and led him away, the gathered Gryffindors all trailing along after him.

In the professors' stands, Severus and Lucius rose to their feet, outwardly looking calm and collected, not in the least worried or flustered. On the other side of the Quidditch pitch to where Harry was being practically dragged away stood Draco, glaring off towards the cluster of Gryffindors darkly.

8th November 1992: Early Morning

He barely breathed for fear of being discovered and every single muscle in his body felt like they were tensed noticeably. He couldn't quite get himself to relax though. Not that it should matter as he was hardly the centre of the attention for once.

He was in the Infirmary and had been since the Quidditch match. He'd been given a dose of Skele-Grow to regrow the bones in his arm and was therefore required to stay over-night so that Madam Pomfrey could keep an eye on him. Despite the fact he hadn't been able to get out of bed, he had managed to save Professor Lockhart from a serious amount of trouble from his father and godfather when they found out the DADA professor had actually made the situation a whole lot worse. Neither Slytherin had been very happy with letting the stupid man get away with it scot-free but had conceded when Harry had treated them with the silent treatment; Lucius had been especially eager to do nothing to get on his godson's bad side, memories of the summer still fresh in his mind.

And now Harry was there, in the Infirmary, awake, and eaves-dropping on something he probably shouldn't be. There had been another attack. Just over a week after Mrs Norris' petrifying and now there had been another and this time it was so much worse, because this time it had happened to a person.

Colin Creevey.

It was unbelievable. Only a few hours ago, Harry had been yelling for the boy to get out of his way when he was in pursuit of the snitch. And now the First Year was at the opposite end of the Infirmary as he was, petrified.

How had it happened? And why had it been poor Colin? He had never done anything to anyone...Well, unless you count being a little over-enthusiastic about some things. Had he just been in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or was there an actual reason why it had happened to him? Harry didn't know anything in detail but Hermione had told him a bit about the Chamber of Secrets, just the amount she had been able to wheedle out of Professor Binns. It was home to a monster; could it be the monster that had attacked Colin? And would it attack again? And was it just a coincidence that he had heard the strange voice again just a few minutes earlier?

Harry listened carefully as the teachers discussed the boy's condition and pondered over his camera. And then he heard it; Professor Dumbledore admitting that the Chamber of Secrets had, indeed, been opened. The dark haired boy's heart sank upon hearing that and he wasn't sure why. A sinking feeling of dread made him go cold and he closed his eyes worriedly, hoping against hope that this wasn't the beginning of something terrible.

8th November 1992: Morning

"How're you feeling this morning Harry?" Hermione asked him with a shy smile as he passed her on his way to take his seat next to Fred and George further up the table to eat breakfast.

"Fine thanks Hermione." Harry smiled back to her.

"Was it as painful and Madam Pomfrey said it was going to be?" Ron inquired curiously, from across the table where he was sitting next to Potter.

"Oh yeah, she wasn't exaggerating in the least; it was horrible, trust me." The dark haired teenager assured with good humour.

"It was your own stupid fault Snape." Potter accused with a glare. "Imagine not noticing a bludger hurtling towards you. Maybe it's time for you to get a stronger prescription for your lenses."

Harry knew that that particular comment was made in nothing but malice but he wasn't in such a great mood and felt like annoying the little snot of a Second Year to cheer himself up a little. "Thanks for the suggestion Potter, maybe it is time to get my eye re-tested." He smiled sweetly before continuing on his way down the table.

"What was that we just saw Harry?" Fred teased playfully when he reached them.

"You smiling at Potter?" George gasped in mock-horror as Harry sat down across from them. "Never would've thought we'd see the day." And Fred nodded along in agreement. Harry's only reply was to send them a withering look before slumping forward on the table and burying his head in his arms.

The twins exchanged slightly startled looks before turning back to look at their friend with worried gazes. "You all right mate?" Fred asked unsurely.

"There's been another attack only this time it was on a person." Harry muttered, not lifting his head and the two Weasley's only just heard him.

"An attack?" George echoed in confusion.

"You mean someone's been petrified?" Fred gasped, coming to the correct conclusion.

"Colin Creevey." Harry told them in a monotone, finally lifting his head though only to rub his eyes in agitation.

"No way..." George breathed.

"It'll be okay though." Fred pointed out quickly in order to reassure his friend. "Professor Sprout's got all those Mandrakes to make a cure, it's not gonna be forever."

"That's not the point." Harry disagreed, shaking his head a little. "Something's happening; it's only going to get worse."

"How do you know?" George asked quietly.

"Have you had another vision?" Fred inquired in a whisper.

"No, it's just...It's just a feeling I've got..." Harry murmured quickly just as a loud cry came from the Head Table.

Within a second, all eyes were directed to the front. A few seconds later and the entire Great Hall was in hysterics at the sight that was before them. Professor Lockhart no longer looked like Professor Lockhart. Instead of his usual pale skinned, blue eyed, blonde haired perfection there was a pink skinned, black eyed, stubbly face of a pig. Everyone was laughing, even Severus though his was more or a wide smirk and a slight raising and dropping of his shoulders.

Harry's eyes widened in delight at the sight and he glanced at Fred and George, naturally expecting this to be a stunt of theirs. However, the display was clearly a surprise to them as well as they both looked completely shocked. With a confused frown, the dark haired boy glanced around himself to see if there was anyone who may have been the one responsible. It was when his eyes landed on the Slytherin table that he got his answer.

Draco was sitting there rather sedately, possibly the only one in the Great Hall that was not currently howling with laughter or too surprised to move. When the blonde noticed that Harry was looking right at him, he quirked an eyebrow and gave him a small smirk as he lifted his goblet of pumpkin juice in a salute. Harry could do nothing more than let out a small, breathy laugh of disbelief before he glanced over to the Head Table where Lockhart was making a speedy retreat out of the side door.

"Oh Merlin, that was too good! Too good!" George panted through his laughter.

"Oh my ribs, my poor ribs." Fred spluttered, his arms holding both of his sides as he leaned forward, over-come with his breathless laughter.

"We have got to find out who did that and worship them forever." George gasped, his laughter starting to calm but his enthusiasm over the situation as alive as ever.

"It was Draco." Harry told them quietly, so that no one else over-heard him saying it; the last thing he needed was for it to become common knowledge and get back to the professors.

"You're kidding me!" George gasped again, his eyes lighting up and his voice filled with awe.

"I am now Draco Malfoy's number one fan-boy!" Fred declared to the other two and Harry suspected he would've made it to the entire Great Hall if it wasn't for the fact he was apparently having a bit of trouble breathing calmly at that moment.

"Do you reckon he'll tell us how he did it?" George asked Harry eagerly.

"I, uh, I don't know. You could always try or I could ask him for..."

"Really? You'd get him to tell you?" Fred immediately pounced on that half spoken offer.

"Err, well, I can't promise anything." Harry pointed out weakly.

"Yeah, but if he's gonna tell anyone anything, he'll tell you." George pointed out, reaching for his goblet of pumpkin juice now that he'd finally stopped laughing.

"That's true, after all, he loooooves you." Fred teased, stretching out the word "love" as he leaned in closer to Harry playfully.

"Shut up you prat." Harry grumbled good-naturedly, pushing the red head away. "I can't promise anything but I will ask him during Defense Against the Dark Arts later on."

"That's all we ask." Fred and George said in unison, beaming identical grins in Harry's direction.

8th November 1992: Afternoon

The moment that Harry, Fred and George had stepped into the DADA classroom for their lesson, the dark haired boy was pushed in the direction that led towards the desk where Draco was, curiously, sitting alone, an angry looking Bethany sitting at the desk behind him with some other girl. Harry shot a glare over his shoulder at his two friends who simply gave him twin grins and the thumbs-up. He rolled his eyes at them playfully before turning his attention to sitting next to Draco before the lesson started.

"Hi." He greeted his best friend with a small smile when he reached the side of the blonde's desk.

"Hey." Draco smiled in reply, shifting the bag of his on the desk over a bit and then gesturing to the seat next to him. "Saved you a seat."

"How comes?" Harry asked curiously as he lowered himself into the offered seat, pulling his bag off of his shoulder as he did so.

"I can save you a seat if I want to." Draco shrugged easily.

"Yeah, but it's hardly as if we sit next to each other all that often." The dark haired boy pointed out and it was true, they both had their own separate friends to sit next to most of the time.

"Yes, well, I just wanted you next to me during this lesson." The blonde answered with a light glare in the direction of the DADA teacher's office and rooms.

Harry followed his gaze, a small smile growing on his face as he realised the real reason Draco had saved him a seat. "He's not going to do anything to me in class Draco." He assured his friend with an amused tone.

"You don't know that." Draco muttered darkly, folding his arms and still glaring.

"It was an accident." Harry told him gently, the humour gone from his voice to be replaced with calming reassurance.

"One that he'll regret and will continue to regret if I have anything to do about it." The Slytherin replied, a malicious sneer crossing his features.

"How did you it?" The Gryffindor whispered quietly, leaning in closer to the other teenager so that he could be heard.

Draco gave him an amused smirk and leaned in even closer so that there was barely a breath between their faces. "Let's just say that he'll probably avoid sausages like the plague from now on."

15th November 1992: Night

The sound of dripping water. Each drip echoing before fading into silence. Then another drip sounded and the same thing happened. The process carried on; a continuous cycle.

He stood in a void of darkness as always, not that He could see; His head was bowed and His eyes were closed. There was nothing around Him and the only sound was that of the dripping water. Then, a sliding sound; something which was already slick passing over a damp surface. The drips continued with the sliding sound. It all continued together and throughout the time, He did not lift his head or open His eyes.

The sound of sliding grew louder and He was suddenly aware of a presence nearby. Still His eyes remained shut and He did not move. Slowly, a pressure beginning at His ankles and then curling, twisting upwards surrounded Him in a rather comfortable embrace. The sensation of whatever it was on His bare arms was odd: cold; slippery; softness covered by something stiff and protective. It was a protective hold; not painful but not allowing Him to move in any way or to be taken.

And then there was nothing again. No movement and the only sound was the dripping of water. Eventually the sensation of being wrapped in something seemed to fade and He was no longer sure if whatever it was that had been there was still there. If He opened His eyes, what would he see?

The dripping had stopped. Everything was silent.

20th November 1992: Evening

Harry's lips moved slightly as he silently read the small book in his right hand, trying his hardest to memorise a certain series of spells for his lesson with High Priest Sephiran that weekend. He really should have done it days ago or at least started but things had got in the way. So, he was just fitting it in at any odd moment he could spare, like right then, on his way down to the dungeons. He was going to pop into his father's rooms to spend some time with the man as it had been a while since they'd had a decent conversation.

Turning a corner into another familiar corridor of the dungeons, the sound of clanking glass caught his attention. He lifted his gaze and was rather surprised to see that the door to Severus' personal storage cupboard was open and there was the faint glow of a Lumos coming from it. Confused and slightly suspicious, Harry carefully approached the store room, making sure to keep completely silent. When he had reached the door frame he poked his head around the side discreetly in order to see who it was inside. However, when he saw who it was exactly inside, discretion was immediately forgotten.

"Hermione!" He gasped, stepping out quickly into the door way, effectively blocking any hope of escape the Second Year girl may have had of escaping without confrontation.

Hermione spun around with a startled gasp, dropping whatever it was she had in her hands as she did so. Both of the Gryffindors winced as the bottle of some sort of green stuff shattered on the stone floor with a sharp sound, splinters of glass spreading across the floor if they escaped being held down by the thick green liquid. The frizzy haired girl had the sense to look embarrassed and flustered and she held her hands behind her back and kept her head down. The light of her Lumos was still glowing behind her back from where she held her wand.

"What are you in here?" Harry asked her gently, not wanting to go for the intimidating tell-me-everything-now-or-else approach.

"I, uh, I was getting some ingredients for a potion I wanted to try and make; just for practice." She answered, quickly adding that last bit on the end; adding it a bit too quickly really.

"And my father allowed you to root around here on your own?" Yeah right, not even he was allowed to do that and he was the man's son.

"He, well, he doesn't actually know..." Hermione admitted quietly, still not looking up and now fidgeting on her feet.

"So in other words you're stealing potions ingredients to make a potion for mere practice?" Harry sighed, not believing the story for a second. Hermione said nothing but that in itself spoke volumes. The dark haired boy sighed lightly and snaked his index fingers underneath his glasses, pressing each on either side of the bridge of his nose. "Have you done this before?"

"Once before." She admitted.

"Are you going to do it again?"

"No, no I won't." She assured quickly, hope shining through her voice as she looked up to meet his eye.

Harry kept his eyes on her for a few seconds more before releasing a tired sigh and closing his eyes; he was such a huge softie. "Alright, as long as you promise that this won't happen again, I won't tell anyone you were in here."

"Really?" Hermione checked enthusiastically, taking advantage of the fact Harry wasn't looking at her to discreetly pocket a vial that she'd had clasped in the hands behind her back.

"Yes, your secret's safe with me." He reassured, opening his eyes again and giving her a small smile. "Go back to the common room and I'll clean up the mess in here."

"Are you sure you don't need help?" She asked despite the fact she was already inching towards the door.

"Positive. I'll see you later."

"Thank you so much Harry." She gushed, throwing her arms around his waist in a brief hug causing him to blush quite brightly. A few seconds later and Hermione was gone, the sounds of her hurried footsteps slowly fading away until there was only silence.

Once again alone, Harry left out a small huff before slipping his book into the pocket of his Hogwarts robes and then pulling his wand out of his pocket. He said a quiet Lumos as he got down onto his knees in front of the green puddle. He wasn't completely sure what the green substance was so he didn't like the idea of simply vanishing it; some potions ingredients didn't react well to magic. That also meant he was uncomfortable with the idea of touching it with his bare hands as well just in case it was corrosive. He'd have to get his father eventually but he thought it best to pick up as much of the glass as possible first, if only to save doing the job later.

For a few minutes, Harry picked up glass by the light of his wand in complete silence. So, when a noise finally came, it was a bit of a shock. "Whoever is in there, you are to come out immediately!" Severus' voice boomed, making Harry visibly jump. When it registered who had spoken, he rolled his eyes at himself for being so surprised.

He leaned back and sat on his behind and scooted backwards so he could poke his head around the side of the door. "It's only me Father." He called down the corridor. bringing his wand around to point to his face so it was visible.

"Haryon? How did you get in there?" Severus' voice asked moments before he stepped into the light created by Harry's wand.

"There was someone already in here." Harry explained as he scooted back inside and continued picking up glass. "They got away before I could see who it was but they made a bit of a mess. I was just picking up some of the glass." He felt quite sure that this wasn't another step backwards in his mission to cut back on the lying because he had promised Hermione to keep her secret. It wasn't a step back, nope, not at all.

"Move, let me see." The Potions Master ordered and Harry obediently got onto his feet and pressed against the shelves to his right so that the mess, which was nearer to the left had side, was accessible. Severus crouched down by the puddle for a few seconds before taking out his wand and simply banishing it with a quick Scourgify; that answered the question about whether it would react negatively with magic. "Luckily it was nothing of value." The dark professor said as he got to his feet once again and turned his gaze onto his son. "You say you didn't see who it was?"

"No, they were out of here and running off in the opposite direction to me the moment they realised I was coming." Harry lied easily.

That only seemed to annoy Severus and he frowned deeply, looking around the small area, no doubt trying to see just with his eyes whether anything had actually been taken. Harry remained at the side silently, waiting for his father to speak what was on his mind. "And what was it that you were doing in this part of the school?" The man asked eventually, his gaze steady and hard on the dark haired boy.

"I was on my way down to see you; I thought we could spend some time together." At least that was an honest answer. It also had the added bonus or apparently pacifying his father as Severus' frown eased somewhat.

"Well, then I would hate for you to have come down here for nothing." He said with a very small quirk of his lips which could qualify as a smile when on the face of Severus Snape. "There is nothing more I can do here for now and there is no use in trying; it will be dealt with in the morning." He explained as he walked out of the storage room and Harry followed him. Once they were both out, Severus turned and shut the door, locking it both manually with a key and with a locking charm. That done, he turned to his son and gave him a very slight smile. "Shall we then?"

"We shall." Harry said teasingly, with a light grin, as he linked his arm with his father. Side by side, the headed off down the corridor towards Severus' rooms.

22nd November 1992: Midday

"You've done very well today Haryon." Sephiran smiled to Harry from where he sat across from him. "I must admit that I'm rather impressed with your ability to retain knowledge. I wish I had your skill in that area."

"Oh, well, I wish I had your skill in everything else High Priest." Harry replied somewhat shyly, a pleased blush from the compliment colouring his cheeks.

Sephiran laughed lightly at that and smiled at his student fondly. "Then we must be about even." He paused and seemed to consider something. "Tell me Haryon, what are your opinions on divination?"

"Depends what type you're talking about; Wizarding or Havanist?"

"Both."

"Well, I personally haven't had any luck with Wizarding techniques and neither has anyone else I know but that's not to say it doesn't work. I've never seen a Havanist technique in actual practice but I've read plenty about them and they sound more promising than anything they've tried to teach here."

"I see."

"Why do you ask High Priest?" Harry inquired curiously.

"I was considering the possibility of beginning your divination lessons after the holidays." Sephiran told him with a kind smile.

"Wow, really?" The dark haired teenager asked in disbelief; divination training usually began for Priests and Priestesses when they turned sixteen.

"Well, you've performed excellently in all that you have been taught so far and with your demonstration of exorcism skills at the beginning of the summer this year, I think it's safe to say that you need no more instruction in that area. And as for the subject of divination itself, you have already shown great promise." Harry blushed again at that though it was more of an awkward blush this time. "Have you had any other dreams since our last lesson?"

"I had one on the night after our lesson but it made very little sense to me. There was darkness and a few odd sounds and sensations but other than that nothing happened. It was very similar to that dream I had last month."

"Truly? Would you say that the one you had recently was building on the one before?" Harry considered that for a moment before he nodded. "Some dreams are like that, no one knows why. They give you little bits of the future at a time, each dream building on the last, revealing a little more. They are usually the most clear when they reach their end however. Instead of being symbolic they show things exactly as they will happen. You would do very well to pay close attention to the next dream you have like that Haryon."

"Yes High Priest."

"I think that will be all for today. You may go now." Sephiran dismissed the Gryffindor with a smile.

"Thank you. Have a pleasant week High Priest." Harry said with a small bow before turning and leaving Dumbledore's office.

End of Chapter 26.

Harry's taken a step back on trying to break the lying habit but it is a canon decision not to tell anyone about the voice so I feel justified in that. As for everything, not a bad chapter, not a bad chapter at all if I do say so myself.
Right, I'm off for another week. Take care my lovelies and I'll see you all back here next time hopefully :)

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