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The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the Heir, Beware.
"Ugh" Harry groaned, no matter how hard he wished it, the message wasn't going to go away. As the crowd of student continued to gawk at the message, one annoying voice cried out.
"Enemies of the Heir beware" Draco Malfoy quoted gleefully, turning his gaze to little Colin Creevey. "You'll be next mud-bloods!"
"Oh great the ferret's back to normal" Harry complained, as if his growing headache wasn't bad enough.
"Hey I think there's something under it" said Ron, pointing to the still form of Mrs. Norris, the caretaker's cat laying in a puddle of water. Her entire body was a stiff as a board.
"Mrs. Norris!" Filch shrieked, having now arrived to see the state of his beloved pet. Harry could hear the agony in the man's voice. And while he may not have liked Filch, Harry could still feel sorry for the man as he clearly loved that cat. Unfortunately not everyone can be as sympathetic as, Filch's eyes fell on the still smirking Draco Malfoy.
Already anticipating what was about to happen, Harry decides to leave as Filch accuses Malfoy of killing his cat. His friends share a curious look between themselves as they couldn't understand why, Harry would choose to ignore this.
Later that night, after a grueling training session they thought now was a good time to ask about Harry's earlier actions.
"So Harry, it looks like Mrs. Norris is only petrified" said Ginny.
"That's good. So she's fine now?" asked Harry.
"No, nothing's worked and Dumbledore isn't sure what caused it" Luna reported.
"So what's our next move?" asked Ron.
"What do mean?" asked a clearly confused Harry. "What more is there?"
"Well we figured you'd want to know what's going on" said Neville, honestly none of them could believe Harry would actually resist a mystery.
"Nope, I'm not getting involved." They all just stared at the young ninja in disbelief, Harry Potter was choosing not to investigate something dangerous.
"OK, who are you and what have you done with Harry?" said Hermione, voicing all of their thoughts.
"I just don't feel like going along with Dumbledore's game this time" Harry explained.
"You think Dumbledore's behind this?" Neville questioned.
"Yeah, don't you think it's weird? In the two years I've been a student and both times there's some dangerous mystery." They had to admit, Harry had a point. Dumbledore wanted to control Harry as a weapon against Voldemort, why wouldn't he try to force him into dangerous situations.
"So just to clarify, you aren't going to investigate" said Hermione, still surprised by Harry's actions, or rather inactions.
"Yep, the ninja's greatest weapon is deception and I'm not dumb enough to walk right into Dumbledore's." Seeing Harry's mind was made up they decided to let the issue drop. But Harry did have something else on his mind. "Hey what's a mud-blood?"
"It's an insult to muggle borns, calling their blood dirty" Neville explained, his voice thick with disgust at the idea.
"Just more rubbish from that bloody ferret" Ron cursed. "Just when I was getting used to him being quiet."
"Well I'll just have to remind him of his manners" said Harry. "Either that or we can sick Ginny on him."
"It would be a pleasure" Ginny smiled, as the friends enjoyed a good laugh before calling it a night.
A few days later, Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor team were moments away from their first game of the year. After coming so close to winning the Quidditch cup last year, team captain Oliver Wood had gone a little crazier than usual over the game. Having the team wake up at what even Harry, a highly trained ninja considered to be unbearably early hours of the day to practice. But it'd all be worth it if they won the cup…right?
"Alright this is it" Oliver said dramatically. "We've trained and worked hard. I know we lost the Quidditch cup last year due to…circumstances beyond our control."
Harry just rolled his eyes at Oliver's failed attempt not to blame their loss last year on his absence. Sorry but I was a little busy. Saving the world!
"But this is our year" Oliver continued. "Now I know Slytherin has some fancy new brooms but there no substitute for talent." This received cheers of agreement from the team, they knew it was the player not the broom that made the difference.
As they walked out onto the field Harry could spot his friends sitting the Gryffindor stands, even Luna who had fashioned a lion shaped hat. And of course Hermione was streaming the game back to the lair through her T-phone. With his friends and family watching, Harry was more determined than ever to win this.
His desire to win skyrocketed when he spotted the Slytherin team's new Seeker, Draco Malfoy. Apparently while Harry's been busy in NYC the Malfoy heir had earned a spot as the new Seeker for his house team. Though considering the Slytherin's just so happened to get new brooms that year, well even Mikey could've figured out it was a bribe.
After the traditional captain's handshake, the game was on and Harry began scanning for the elusive snitch. Malfoy, unsurprisingly had taken to taunting Harry about his broom's speed advantage but the young ninja had no problem blocking him out. As the game progressed it was getting harder for the young ninja to resist the urge to jump from his broom and kick the ferret in the face.
A bludger suddenly hurtling towards him certainly proved to be a good distraction from those thoughts; his sharp reflexes being the only reason he managed to avoid the ball.
"Close call, Harry!" George called out as he flew past him, Beater bat already in hand sending the bludger towards the nearest Slytherin Chaser, only to change direction and speed off towards Harry without impact from any of the other players.
Harry dived, trying to evade the projectile, but George's subsequent attempt to send the bludger towards Malfoy met with the same results. No matter what anyone did the bludger was set on going after Harry.
"GO!" he yelled to the Weasley twins as they began to approach him. "I can handle this; just go!"
"Are you nuts?!" Fred argued, swinging his bat at the bludger. "This things mental!"
"I can outrun it" Harry argued, dodging the bludger's latest assault with a quick loop-the-loop. "I'll catch the snitch quick before this thing can do some damage. Now go!"
Exchanging grim expressions, the Weasley twins forced themselves to go back to protecting the rest of their team leaving Harry to find for himself.
Alright let's see if you can keep up. His experience flying through the narrower and sharper sewer tunnels had developed Harry's ability to pull off incredibly sharp turns on his broom. Something that proved vital as he evaded the bludger's relentless assault, using sharp turns and sudden aerial maneuvers to keep a head of the psychotic ball.
Still as he searched for the snitch Harry was pleased to see that the Gryffindor team was holding strong, proving experience not the tool that made the key difference. Then he saw it; the snitch floating just behind a smirking Malfoy's left ear.
Oh this is going to be good. "Booyakasha!" letting out a burst of speed, Harry flew at top speed right towards Malfoy, the Slytherin's eyes widened in fear as he dived out of the way, clearing the way for Harry to grab the snitch.
Assuming that the homing bludger would stop once the game was over proved to be a costly mistake on Harry's part. Having no time to evade, he shifted himself around taking the bone shattering impact to his arm rather than risk a back or head injury.
Still a broken arm was a broken arm and he couldn't help letting out a painful cry as the bludger made impact. Unfortunately it seemed the bludger wasn't satisfied with just a broken arm as it came back around for another go. This time however Harry had some help as his head of house transfigured the ball into a harmless cotton ball, giving him the chance to land.
"Mr. Potter are you alright?" McGonagall asked, as she, his friends, and the Gryffindor team gathered around him.
"Yeah just a broken arm" Harry replied, gritting his teeth against the pain.
"I hope you realize, I'm not letting you tough this one out." Harry wasn't going to argue that, and gladly allowed Minerva to lead him to the hospital wing.
Later that night despite it not taking long fix his arm, Madam Pomfrey had insisted that Harry spend the night in the hospital wing. It probably didn't help that the instant his arm was healed, Harry tested it out by balancing on it.
So here he was just laying around bored as he tried to get some sleep. He was about to close his eyes when he sensed someone else was in the room. Quickly tossing his blanket at his intruder, blinding them as Harry grabbed the surprisingly small form, mentally cursing the fact his ninja gear was back in the RoR.
Pulling the sheet off, Harry found himself face to face with a small creature with bat like ears.
"Who are you?" Harry demanded. But instead of answering the creature went on a desperate tangent.
"Harry Potter must leave" the creature pleaded. "Dobby tried to warn Harry Potter but he couldn't be found."
"Dobby? Is your name Dobby?" the creature nodded his head in confirmation. "Ok Dobby, what're you trying to warn me about?"
"There is a plot, sir."
"I'm assuming you mean the Chamber of Secrets" said Harry to which Dobby nodded. "By the way. What are you?"
"Dobby is a house-elf." Deciding that the odd little creature wasn't a threat, Harry released Dobby and invited him to sit on his bed. Unfortunately this just brought tears to the little elf's eyes, apparently house-elves or at least Dobby aren't usually treated with respect.
Just another reason for me not to want to stay in the magical world. Harry could understand fearing something for being out of the ordinary, after all he did live with mutants. But he could never stand for such obvious abuse of another living creature.
As the conversation continued Harry picked up some key information.
Dobby knows something about the Chamber of Secrets but his bond as a house-elf wouldn't allow him to tell Harry anything specific.
Harry had to be very careful about how he worded his questions or else Dobby would be forced to physically harm himself.
Whoever they were Dobby's master was behind the attack on Mrs. Norris.
Dobby was most likely acting against the interests of his master. At least as much as he could without violating his bond.
Finally, Dobby was very determined to get him out of the castle.
But that's when something accord to Harry; just how exactly was Dobby planning on get him to leave?
"Dobby were you behind that bludger?" Harry demanded, his eyes narrowing as the house-elf adopted a guilty expression.
"Harry Potter must leave Hogwarts" Dobby pleaded. Oh Harry was sorely tempted to introduce the elf to his flame fist attack but from what he could tell, Dobby's abuse might've really messed him up mentally. In the house-elf's warped mind he might've actually thought he was helping Harry.
So drawing on the last of his patience, Harry quickly teleported himself around the room much to the house-elf's surprise.
"See Dobby, I can come and go as I please. There's nothing you can do to stop me."
"But the great Harry Potter must be safe."
"Look, I'm not getting involved with the Chamber. I don't think I'll be needed." Harry explained, seeing that his words seemed to be getting through to the elf he pressed on. "If and I do mean if, I get involved; I'll be careful and will simply teleport away if I can't defeat whatever's do this ok?"
Seeing he wasn't going to get anything better out of Harry, Dobby popped out of existence leaving the young ninja alone for the night.
With the crazy elf gone, Harry got back into bed silently wondering if he could actually keep to his vow of staying away from the Chamber of Secrets.
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