Author's Notes: Sorry for the delay, I was busy with a college project. It's still going on, so I am not sure when I'll post next time. I'll try to make it as quick as possible.

About the question I asked in the last chapter, Dumbledore is not going to die anytime soon! If I decide to kill him, it will be towards the end!

That said, read, review and most importantly, enjoy.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and associated characters are NOT mine! So lawyers, keep away!

At last, they reached the gargoyle guarding the headmaster's office. Fred gave the password – Fizzing Whizzbee – and it hopped aside to reveal the spiral staircase that was moving smoothly upward, like an escalator. After they had stepped onto it, they rose upwards in circles, higher and higher, until they reached a gleaming oak door, with a brass knocker in the shape of a griffin.

Stepping off the stone staircase, Harry knocked on the door. A grave voice said, "Enter!"

Chapter 7: The Extent of Damage

There was a moment of stunned silence as Harry, Ginny and the twins stood in the doorway. Then there was a scream.

"Ginny!"

It was Mrs. Weasley, who had been sitting, crying near the fire. She leapt to her feet, closely followed by Mr. Weasley, and both of them flung themselves on their daughter.

Harry, however, was looking past them. The old man was standing by the mantelpiece, looking immensely relieved, next to Professor McGonagall, who was taking great, steadying gasps, clutching her chest. Moments later Harry found himself being swept into Mrs. Weasley's tight embrace.

"You saved her! You saved her! How did you do it?"

"I think we'd all like to know that," said Professor McGonagall weakly.

Mrs. Weasley let go of Harry, who hesitated for a moment, then walked over to the desk and placed upon it what remained of Riddle's diary and one of the basilisk's fangs they had brought with them. Then he started telling them everything. For nearly a quarter of an hour he spoke into the rapt silence – he told them about hearing the disembodied voice; how they had finally realized that he was hearing a basilisk in the pipes; how he had talked to Fat Friar, who had told him that Moaning Myrtle had been the victim fifty years ago; how Myrtle's retelling of her death had led him to find the entrance…

"Very well," Professor McGonagall prompted him as he paused, "so you found out where the entrance was – breaking a hundred school rules into pieces along the way, I might add – but how on earth did you get out of there alive, Potter?"

Harry hesitated – this was the moment – despite Salazar's reassurances, he was afraid the Headmaster might see through him. Well, it was too late to change his mind now – he had to go with the plan. Taking a deep breath, he retold the story truthfully, only making it sound like he didn't know what Avada Kedavra actually was – just some random spell Quirrell had tried to use upon him. They had decided to go with half-truths instead of outright lies to avoid being caught if someone checked his wand. Salazar's part was to shield Harry's mind and project false visions and thoughts in case Dumbledore suspected there was more to the story and decided to probe Harry's mind. As a spur of the moment thing, Harry added that he had felt completely exhausted after the curse and dropped his wand – only to be picked up by Riddle. That would explain the Cruciatus Curse. He also avoided any mention of the bonding; he wasn't sure what it meant and wasn't keen on letting the old man take advantage of it. He merely said that he had passed out due to exhaustion. They had given themselves some cuts and bruises to avoid any suspicions. When he finished, Dumbledore's face was devoid of any colour.

"Do you have any idea what you have done, Harry?" He asked.

"Err – I don't understand, Professor." He arranged his features to show confusion; Salazar projected the same in his mind.

"The curse you used – Avada Kedavra, the Killing Curse – it is among the worst of the Dark Arts – the punishment for using it, even once, is a lifetime in Azkaban – the wizarding prison," replied Dumbledore, not expecting Harry to know about Azkaban.

'Forgot to mention 'against a human' part, the old coot,' thought Harry.

"For Merlin's sake, Albus! It was life and death matter! Besides, using it against a dangerous beast is not a crime." McGonagall said, sounding a bit annoyed.

"Be as it may Minerva, but being capable of casting it – at twelve! It needs deep hatred to work! You need the murderous intent…" he trailed off, still looking grave.

"I'm really sorry, sir – I didn't know any of it. I was really desperate… nothing else was working… I'm sorry…" said Harry, trying to sound remorseful. Salazar projected the emotion in his mind, for Dumbledore was looking straight into his eyes. Finally he nodded, "Alright, Harry, I'm willing to overlook this one incident – as long as you feel the remorse for your actions. Never do it again!" He finished sternly.

Harry nodded, "Miss Weasley should go up to the hospital wing right away," Dumbledore continued in a firm voice. "This has been a terrible ordeal for her. There will be no punishment. Older and wiser wizards than she have been hoodwinked by Lord Voldemort." He strode over to the door and opened it. "Bed rest – and perhaps a large, steaming mug of hot chocolate – I always find that cheers me up," he added, looking kindly down at her. But Harry didn't fail to notice the momentary frown that had appeared on his face.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley led Ginny out of the office, followed by Fred and George. Harry tried to follow them, only to be stopped by Dumbledore.

"Harry, if you'll wait for a moment, please! I need to talk to you."

Harry had to turn back – he had no choice. 'Well, at least McGonagall is here,' he thought.

"You know, Minerva," Professor Dumbledore said thoughtfully to Professor McGonagall, "I think all this merits a good feast. Might I ask you to go and alert the kitchens?" Harry heart sank – Dumbledore wanted him alone!

"Right," said Professor McGonagall crisply, moving to the door.

After she had closed the door behind her, Dumbledore sat down; motioning for Harry to do the same. They sat in silence for a while before Dumbledore spoke, his voice stern, "Now, why don't you tell me where did you learn to cast the Killing Curse, Harry?"

"Err – sir, you see – last year when I was facing Quirrell – he tried to use it upon me." Harry said. Internally, he was seething. He knew Dumbledore had seen the encounter – live as well as in his memories. The nerve of that old man! Bottling up his anger for the moment, he asked – in what he hoped was a meek tone, "Sir, if you don't mind, I'd like to visit the Hospital Wing. I have got some injuries too. Surely, we can talk later?"

Dumbledore gave no signs of having heard him, "It appears that you haven't been entirely truthful this evening, Harry. A powerful spell was cast using you wand minutes before you came here – there are very few legal spells that need so much power; none of which you should know about! What did you do? Answer me!"

Harry paled; how did the Headmaster know about it? "Err –" He couldn't say anything.

"I see – I had hoped it wouldn't come to this…" he pulled out his wand, "Forgive me, Harry, but it's for the Greater Good. I hope you'll appreciate it someday…" He finished, pointing it at Harry's forehead –

"Legilimens!"

Harry had felt Salazar trying to take over as soon as he saw Dumbledore draw his wand – he didn't resist. As a result, he had moved from his position before Dumbledore even finished the curse. Next moment his wand was out, pointed at Dumbledore –

"Expelliarmus! Stupefy!"

Dumbledore wasn't expecting this; he was hit by both the spells! As Harry pocketed his holly wand and replaced it with Dumbledore's, he felt a great surge of power course through him. He felt himself point it at Dumbledore's forehead, concentrate upon a fake memory and murmur, "Muto Memoria!" followed by "Confundus!"

Though he had never heard of either spell, he somehow knew he had just modified the Headmaster's memories and confounded him. Placing the wand in Dumbledore's hand, he took out his own and revived him.

"Are you all right sir?" He asked in a concerned voice.

Dumbledore shook his head to clear it, "Oh, Harry, is there anything else you wanted to ask?"

"Err – yes, I mean no – no, sir," replied Harry, relieved that the memory modification had worked.

"Then off you go, my boy – Madam Pomfrey will have my hide for keeping you!" he finished, chuckling.

Harry made a detour to the broom closet currently housing Gilderoy Lockhart on his way to hospital wing and modified his memory of the incident before stunning him again and locking the cupboard; he'd deal with him later. As he entered the hospital wing, he felt the presence of Salazar leaving him, with a parting message, "Come as soon as you can, the situation is worse than you think!"

"Oh, Mr. Potter, I was wondering when I'll see you again!" It was Madam Pomfrey, looking annoyed.

"I already told you to permanently reserve a bed for me, Madam Pomfrey!" Harry replied cheekily.

She huffed and ushered him to the bed next to Ginny's, which was surrounded by the Weasleys. She quickly performed some diagnostic and healing spells and forced some foul smelling potions down his throat. He felt his eyelids droop – the last thing he heard before he was fast asleep was Madam Pomfrey muttering about reckless boys and bad cases of magical exhaustion.

Harry woke up the next morning to find the hospital wing deserted. For a moment, he debated whether he should sneak out without informing Madam Pomfrey; but before he could even get out of his bed, the said matron came out of her office and made a beeline for him. Harry wondered if she had put up a charm to alert her when he woke up!

"Ah, you are awake, Mr. Potter!" She performed her diagnostic charms and asked him some questions. Finally, she seemed satisfied with the results. "You are free to go Mr. Potter. Make sure I don't see you anywhere near this place for the rest of the term!" She finished in a stern voice.

"Yes, Madam Pomfrey," he replied before quickly changing out of the hospital clothes and leaving. As he reached the corridor leading to the Fat Lady portrait, he was nearly bowled over by a happy redhead.

"Harry, you are awake! I was about to come and wake you up! I saved you some breakfast!" said an excited Ginny; after she had released him from a bone crushing hug – well, as bone crushing as an eleven year-old can give.

Harry kissed her on the forehead, "Good Morning to you too, Gin! What's got you so excited?"

"It's Lockhart! The stupid git was somehow found by Professor Sprout." At the worried look on Harry's face, she added, "No need to worry; apparently, he told them that he was attacked from behind." Harry looked relieved – the memory charm had worked! "Anyway, Snape probably slipped him some truth potion and asked him the same question you did, loudly – and in the Great Hall too! The stupid git blurted out all about his memory charms – and the crimes he has committed using them." Her face darkened, "Let's just say he'll be spending a large portion of his remaining life in Azkaban – serves him right! The look on Dumbledore's face was priceless! I wonder how mum will take it…" she finished dreamily.

Together, they went to the Gryffindor common room. It was nearly empty – most of the students had gone to their classes. Harry, Ginny and the victims of the basilisk – who had been revived last night – had been given a week off to recover from their ordeals. Harry told Ginny to wait for him while he took a shower.

Harry came down the boys' staircase, about half an hour later – only to be tackled into a hug by a beaming Hermione. "Harry, you did it! I knew you could!"

Harry reluctantly returned the hug. He wasn't sure of Hermione's role in controlling him – but since Dumbledore hadn't decided to keep her away from him, he was sure that she was playing some role in it. He decided to treat her like he normally did, but with caution – he couldn't give away the fact that he knew of their deception. He'd have to do the same with Ron till they were ready to deal with him. Looking at Ginny, he found her frowning at Hermione – she was probably thinking the same.

"I'm glad you are awake, Hermione!" said Harry, he sincerely hoped she wasn't involved in the mess; he didn't want to lose her as well.

He quickly excused himself after promising to tell her the full details of what happened in the Chamber at a later time. She looked somewhat hurt; but a mention of all the classes she had missed had her running to the library. Shaking his head at Hermione's predictability, he motioned for Ginny to follow him.

Once they were out of the Gryffindor tower, Harry took out his invisibility cloak and threw it over himself and Ginny. They quickly ducked behind the tapestry concealing a secret passageway that would lead them to the other side of the castle – very close to the place Salazar had told them to go to. They were halfway through when Ginny asked, "Harry, where are we going?"

"To meet Salazar," replied Harry.

"Right now? Shouldn't we go at night or something? What if someone realises that we are missing – especially Hermione?" asked Ginny.

"I thought of that, Gin, but he asked me to come as soon as I could and that things are worse than I thought," replied Harry.

They walked for a few moments in silence before she asked, "So what do you think of her, Harry?"

Harry stopped before answering, "Hermione?" At Ginny's nod he continued, "I'm not too sure, Gin – I really don't want to think that she's involved in all this – I'd hate to lose her as well – but Dumbledore didn't attempt to separate her from me – there has to be a reason for it. There is even a chance that she is doing things against her will – like I was. But I'm not taking any chances; until I'm sure of her intentions, I'll treat her with caution."

Ginny looked thoughtful, "I'm not too sure, Harry, but it seemed like she wanted to say something, she looked somewhat nervous – or maybe, afraid of something. And she was rather insistent upon going for a walk with you…"

"Probably to hex me and dose me with the potion when we were alone," he shook his head, "Ginny, I'll give her a chance when I can ensure that she won't spill the beans; until then, I'll just observe her – them," he corrected himself.

They continued their walk in silence. When they reached the other end, they checked the corridor to see if the coast was clear – fortunately it was. So, they had no trouble reaching the designed spot. Harry cautiously stepped out of the cloak and placed the palm of his right hand on what he supposed was the centre of the blank stretch of wall and said in a faint hiss, "I want to find Salazar Slytherin's office."

A small door appeared on the wall. Harry pushed it open – expecting to find an office similar to Snape's – dark and gloomy; but he was pleasantly surprised – the room was similar to the Headmaster's office – large and circular. It was decorated in Slytherin colours – green and silver. Going by the windows, he was sure this room was nowhere near the dungeons.

It was a few moments before they realised that someone was standing in the middle of the room – a very transparent looking someone – Salazar Slytherin. He was smiling at the look of awe on the children's faces. "Welcome to my humble abode, little ones!" he emphasized on the last part.

"Hello Salazar," chorused Harry and Ginny.

"Seems like you are already learning the lesson!" Salazar said, motioning for them to sit down.

"What lesson?" asked Harry, once they had occupied the indicated chairs.

"The lesson to keep your temper in check – the lesson to never allow anyone to get under your skin – it can be fatal in a battle. I'm talking about what you did to Lockhart," he added at children's confused looks.

"But he deserved that!" protested Harry.

"I agree whole-heartedly – especially after the enlightening revelations in the Great Hall this morning, I'd say he deserved worse. But the thing is – you have to be subtle. What if the twins had not agreed to keep quiet? What if there was a portrait or ghost near the area? And don't tell me you checked for them – I was inside your head, remember?" Salazar pointed at Harry's forehead, "What I'm trying to say is that you should not give in to your temper, your rage," his face darkened, "I made this mistake once, and it turned out to be my downfall – learn from my failures, Harry – or you'll meet the same fate as me! Learn to keep your head despite your anger! The same is true is about any kind of emotion! I'm not telling you to be an emotionless jerk – just don't allow them to rule you – and don't allow anyone to take advantage of them!"

Harry nodded sheepishly, but he quickly recovered, "But how did Dumbledore know about that?"

Ginny quickly turned towards him, "He knew?"

"Not exactly, he just knew that that a powerful curse had been cast using your wand – which brings us to another major issue – I checked for the magic being used to control you – and the results were rather disturbing – that's why I told you to come quickly." He finished.

"What do you mean?" asked both Harry and Ginny, simultaneously.

"There is no easy way to break it – but from what I have seen, I'd say the Headmaster is planning on either getting you killed in the end or turning you into a mindless puppet with no free will," Salazar shook his head sadly.

"What do you mean?" Harry had suspected something along similar lines, but having it confirmed only made it worse. Ginny, on the other hand, was too shocked to say anything.

"Let's see – the compulsion potion used upon you is the type that permanently robs a person of his free will over time. It's a miracle you managed to fight it off – it testifies your extraordinary willpower. The sole reason for its invention was to control slaves!" Salazar paused to let the information sink in, "There is another potion in your system to keep your natural mental shields down; you are a natural at Mind Arts – just like I was. Under ordinary circumstances, it would take a lot of effort to read your thoughts." He paused again, for Harry and Ginny were trying very hard to control their tempers. After they had calmed down, he continued, "There are multiple tracking charms on your glasses and wand – that's how he knew about the curse – thankfully he didn't know the nature of the curse – or it would have been more difficult to do damage control."

"You mean – he knows we are here?" asked Ginny.

"No, this office has wards to block such charms," replied Salazar.

There was a pause before Harry spoke, "There is more, isn't there?"

Salazar nodded, "There are several memory blocks in your mind. Then the block on your magic – it's a seven stage block – one of the worst. It can't be released at once – or the magical backlash would kill you and anyone in the immediate vicinity. We'll have to release it one stage at a time over the next year – giving you adequate time to adjust to the extra magic. Fortunately, you managed to break through two of them in the Chamber – most of the released magic went into waking her up," he said, looking at Ginny, "and bringing me to the physical form, that's why you were not killed on the spot."

Harry was beyond furious. "For the first time in my life, I had the chance to excel at something, without the fear of being punished for being better than Dudley – that meddling old codger! No, I don't intend to spare him anymore – he's going to die – and I'll make it as painful as I can!"

"I agree with you Harry. There is nothing that can excuses the things he has done. He is just like Tom, only a lot more subtle," said Ginny. She had never expected Dumbledore to go this far! And to think that her parents followed him blindly! She felt disgusted.

It took a while for them to calm down. Salazar himself seemed to be pretty angry. Once they had calmed down, he continued, "That's all I could find out that could be linked to the Headmaster. However there's one more thing – which makes me believe he intends to get you killed in the end." When Harry didn't say anything, he continued, "What do you think of Tom Riddle's diary?"

"Err – that wasn't just a memory, was it?" asked a confused Harry. He didn't think a mere memory could resurrect Voldemort.

Ginny turned towards him, "What do you mean?"

"No, a memory can't resurrect anyone – it was something much more sinister. I couldn't investigate it closely before it was destroyed, but I'm pretty sure it was a Horcrux," replied Salazar. At the children's confused looks he elaborated, "It's one of the vilest things invented by wizardkind. You see – a Horcrux is an object in which someone has concealed a part of their soul. You split your soul and hide part of it in an object outside the body. Then, even if your body is attacked or destroyed, you can't die, for part of the soul remains earthbound and undamaged." He paused, "The soul is supposed to remain intact and whole – splitting it is an act of violation, it is against nature."

Ginny was horrified. "It was a piece of his soul!" she said weakly.

Salazar looked grim. "I'm afraid it was. I believe his plan was to create a temporary body using your magic and perform some ritual to create a real body."

"So that's why he didn't die when the Killing Curse rebounded!" said Harry. "But it's destroyed, isn't it? That means he can be killed for good this time, doesn't it?"

"Unfortunately, no – there is always a chance that he created more – especially if he threw away the first one so casually. I know for sure that there is at least one more," replied Salazar.

"What? Where is it?" asked Harry and Ginny, simultaneously.

Salazar hesitated for a moment, "There is a fragment of his soul inside you," he said, pointing at Harry's scar, "But the Horcrux isn't complete. The soul not properly bound to your body – I believe it was a not created intentionally – it was probably a side-effect of the failed curse. A good thing too – or he could easily take control of you whenever he wanted – and it would have been nearly impossible to remove without killing you. As it stands, it can be removed rather easily. The Headmaster either doesn't know this – or he has some ulterior motives. Had your magic not been bound, there is a very good chance that the soul fragment would have been expelled years ago – but now that it has gained some foothold – the removal is likely to be rather painful."

Harry's expression changed from that of utter horror to relief to pure rage through the explanation. Every bad thing that had happened to him could be traced to Dumbledore. The old bastard will pay – in blood!

Ginny's face mirrored Harry's. She jumped up and hugged him tightly. There were no words spoken – they were not needed. After a while, when they had calmed down, she sat down upon his lap, instead of going back to her chair.

"Is that why I can speak Parseltongue?" asked Harry, feeling disgusted at having a piece of Voldemort's soul inside him.

"I can't be sure. There is a barrier around it which keeps it dormant – probably your mother's doing – it is some form of blood magic I'm not familiar with. So, there is a very good chance that you were born a Parselmouth. Had it come from him, you would have received some of his memories and other abilities too. Even it did come from him, you won't lose it when it's removed – it's a part of you now." Salazar replied.

"So when can we get rid of this soul fragment?" asked Harry, with a determined look on his face.

"Not so fast! We'll need to do some research before that! I think we should wait at least until your magic is fully unblocked – maybe even later. We can't allow it to try and take over your body. And don't worry; it can't harm you as it is. In fact, if we do it properly, we can even use it to our advantage," replied Salazar.

"What do you mean?" asked Harry and Ginny, simultaneously.

"Think about it – it contains all his memories till the day he tried to kill you. If we can trap it, we can study it to find out many of his secrets – like the location of the remaining Horcruxes, if there are any. And when he comes back, we may even have a way to look into his mind – the pieces of a soul are said to share some sort of connection! There are several possibilities. In short, we will be able to command a piece of him! And we'll get a rare opportunity to study a soul and unlock its mysteries!" Salazar looked very excited at the prospect. "This is another lesson you need to learn – try and make the best out of every situation – things rarely go exactly the way we want them to. There is a fragment of Tom's soul inside you – there is nothing you can do to change the fact. So instead of moping around, feeling dirty and contaminated – try and think of how you can use it to your advantage!"

"Hey, I wasn't moping around," protested Harry.

"Sure – and I was never a teenager," replied an amused Salazar. Ginny merely smirked.

Harry scowled at them. "If you are done picking on me, can we continue our discussion?"

"It's almost the time for lunch. It'll look suspicious if you are both missing. Better come back later, maybe tonight or tomorrow," said Salazar, looking at the clock hanging above the mantelpiece.

"About that – what if they spike our food again?" asked Harry.

Salazar frowned, "I can teach you a simple spell which will reveal if there is anything magical in the food – but some magical herbs are used in cooking – so you'll have to forgo some of the dishes. And don't perform it using your own wands, it may be tracked. There," he pointed to one of the shelves, "you'll find some wands in that box. Find the ones that suit you best. They are not the best I made, but they'll have to do for now. We'll talk about making you new wands later. And keep them hidden – I heard someone saying that keeping two wands without prior ministry permission is illegal. Those idiots – the lengths they'll go to curb people's freedom! It's a wonder that there haven't been more dark lords and rebels!" He muttered darkly.

While Salazar was going on about the ministry, Harry and Ginny were searching for the right wand. It didn't take very long – there weren't many options. The one that Harry chose didn't feel as good as his phoenix feather wand, but it was still better than the rest. The label told that it was made of maple with unicorn hair soaked in basilisk venom. Ginny was a different story, her original wand was second-hand; the one she chose worked a lot better – it was made of redwood and dragon heartstring.

"Err – Salazar, when I touched Dumbledore's wand, it felt – it felt a lot better than my own. I felt a great power course through me. Do you have any idea why?" asked Harry.

"That's because it's the most powerful wand that ever existed. You'll have to take it from him if you wish to defeat him. I'll explain more when you come next time," replied Salazar.

Harry nodded, wondering how he'd take Dumbledore's wand.

Salazar proceeded to teach them the spell to detect any magical items in the food. When they were done, Ginny asked, "Could you check if there are any spells or potions used on me."

"Are you sure? I'll have to possess you, which means I'm bound to see at least some of your memories."

Ginny thought for a moment, "It's okay – it's more important than some stupid memories."

Salazar possessed her for about five minutes. When he emerged, he said, "There are no spells on you, other than some mild memory charms. They can be broken rather easily. If there were any, Riddle probably removed them. But there is something in your pocket which has several tracking charms on it."

Ginny proceeded to take out the invisibility clock from her pocket. Salazar's eyes went wide for a moment before returning to normal, "Where did you get it?" he asked.

"It was my father's. Dumbledore gave it to me in my first year," replied Harry.

Salazar nodded – his suspicions were confirmed. "Whatever happens, don't lose it. Don't let the Headmaster take it back – it's not an ordinary invisibility cloak. I've seen it before – it's one of the Deathly Hallows!"

"What are the Deathly Hallows?" asked a confused Harry.

Ginny, on the other hand, was staring at the cloak, wide eyed, "But they are a myth – the Hallows!"

"No, they are not. I have seen all three of them. The wand Dumbledore wields is the Elder Wand!" said Salazar. He looked thoughtful, "Listen, I'll explain more when you return. For now you can tell him the legend behind them." He said, nodding towards Harry, who was looking very confused by now.

"I'll tell you on the way back, Harry," said Ginny.

"And before you leave, it would be wise if we transfer the tracking charms on your glasses and the cloak to something else – something you can leave behind when you don't want to be found."

Harry quickly took out a Knut, a Sickle and a Galleon from his pocket and proceeded to do as Salazar directed. It took four tries to get it right. When they were done the Galleon represented the glasses while the Sickle represented the cloak. He was about to repeat the same procedure with the Knut and his wand when Salazar stopped him.

"It would be better if you leave them as they are. They are not only location tracking charms like the ones you removed. It will take a lot of effort to separate them from the other charms – like the one that tells the amount of power being channeled through it – and there is a good chance that it'll take more than one attempt. We don't want to accidentally remove anything other than the location tracking charms – it will look very suspicious if the instrument linked to the power tracking charm stops responding. No, it would be better to leave that wand behind," he explained.

The children nodded before getting up and moving out. Harry was dreading going to lunch – he'd have to face Ron for the first time after the Chamber; and he wasn't sure of his self-control.

Author's Notes: Thanks to all the reviewers. It really feels great to know that my story is appreciated.

Don't worry about Dobby, I haven't forgotten about him. I always found it odd that Lucius Malfoy brought him to Hogwarts – I mean what was the point? So Dobby's liberation will be a bit later – and in what I hope is a more convincing manner.

Do you think Harry should be an Animagus? If yes, comment upon his form(s).

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