Just to clarify, Snape knows about Earthland and stuff. Yeah, um, and I guess just enjoy!

I should really be studying for midterms... But I really wanted to get this out. So here it is, and review please!

Chapter Fourteen

Ron frowned, "Wait, are you telling me this rat is a man?" His expression turned to panic and disgust, "SO I HAD A MAN FOR A PET ALL THESE YEARS?"

Hermione froze, "Petter Pettigrew?"

The other boys looked at her, confused. Harry nodded, "Yeah, do you know him?"

"You boys are so lucky that I'm here," Hermione said exasperatedly. "I read in a book that Peter Pettigrew was your father's friend, Harry. And so was Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, but then when your parents were hiding from Voldemort, Sirius Black betrayed them to Voldemort. Peter Pettigrew went to confront him and was killed, but if he's really that rat…" Her eyes narrowed, "Harry, look into his mind for that day."

Harry's eyes were wide when Hermione dropped that information on him. "Sirius Black? Where is he right now?" the temperature dropped drastically, and the room started to shake. "Where is he? I will destroy him!"

Hermione cringed at her slightly insensitive previous words, but continued firmly, "Harry, look into Pettigrew's mind. If Pettigrew is really still alive, then something must be up."

The four founders were silent, watching Harry struggle with his impulses. To be a true Master of the Mind Arts, one had to be very self-disciplined. They could not give into their emotions so easily.

Harry took deep breaths to calm himself down, and stared into the rat's black beady eyes.

"My Lord," he breathed out reverently, bowing. "The Potters have made me their Secret Keeper!"

The man in front of him, Voldemort, nodded approvingly, red slits of eyes gleaming, "Good, very good, Wormtail. Now tell me, where are they hiding?"

Harry pulled away, eyes wide. He tried to control his magic from lashing out at the immobilized rat, and from hurting his friends. He breathed in deeply, and then dived right back into the rat's mind.

He was facing a man. Sirius Black. "Sirius, how could you?" he yelled.

Sirius glared at him, "What are you talking about, you traitor?" Sirius reached for his wand, but Pettigrew was already there, muttering a spell that Harry had never heard before. The street they were on blew up, and during the chaos, Pettigrew transformed into rat after cutting off his finger. Sorry, Sirius, but my Lord is more important.

Harry clenched his fists, not caring for the rat in his grip. "I am not ready for this," he muttered, heart beat roaring in his ears. "Get Professor Dumbledore before I kill the rat."

George nodded, and ran out of the Sanctuary, heading for Dumbledore's office. The others quickly took the rat away from Harry, and immobilized it inside a block of ice.

Harry turned away from them, facing the wall. "Harry," Ravenclaw started.

"I-I'll be alright," Harry said softly, breathing hard in an attempt to block out the tears. "I'll be fine."

Hermione walked up to him, eyes sorrowful, "I'm sorry, Harry, I-"

"No, it's not your fault, Hermione," Harry said. "Where is Sirius Black though? If he's not the real traitor, where is he?"

"Azkaban," Dumbledore said from the doorway of the Sanctuary. "Where is Peter?"

Ron pointed to the ice cube on the table, face ashen. "I had a murderer as my pet all these years," he whispered to himself. Fred patted his shoulder comfortingly, and said some things to his little brother.

Dumbledore cast off the ice, and placed the unconscious rat on the floor. "Animagus Revelio!" he said, pointing his wand at it.

A flash of light blinded them temporarily, and when everything cleared up, they could see a short and pudgy man lying there. Dumbledore's face contorted, and he flicked his wand, tying the man up. "Expecto Patronum!" he whispered some things to the silvery animal, who then soared off. "Let us go to my office. The Minister will be here soon."

Fudge was staring at Pettigrew, "Wh-what is the meaning of this? Pettigrew should be dead!"

"As you can see, he's not," Harry said, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "We should administer Veritaserum, so we can ask him what really happened that day."

Fudge struggled for words for a second before looking at Dumbledore, "Can you call Snape for some Veritaserum?"

Dumbledore nodded, and sent off his Patronus again. "He'll be here soon. So what will you do, Cornelius, if Pettigrew is the traitor, and if Sirius Black is innocent?"

Fudge stood straight, "Of course we will release Sirius Black and give him compensation for his unjust stay in Azkaban. After the case with Quirrell, I certainly had a few things to think about. The Ministry will not allow Lord V-Voldemort to wreak havoc on the Wizarding World once more. And that means that we will not be merciful anymore."

Draco tensed slightly at that, and Harry was quick to say, "That's wonderful, Minister. Be sure to not imprison the wrong person though."

"Of course we'll use Veritaserum to determine whether or not they are truly on Voldemort's side," Fudge said, waving off Harry's concern.

Snape walked in, holding a vial of what Harry assumed was Veritaserum. "Here you go, Minister," he said, handing the vial to him.

After administering the truth potion, they ennervated Pettigrew, who was still bound in magic cancelling chains. "What is your name?" Fudge asked.

"Peter Pettigrew," the man said, eyes glazed over from the potion.

Snape stood there, eyes wide. "Did Sirius Black kill you and the other thirteen muggles?"

"No, he tried to kill me, but I was able to fire off a spell that killed the thirteen muggles first," Pettigrew answered.

"Why would he want to kill you?"

"Because I told the location of the Potters who were under the Fidelius Charm to my Lord."

Fudge swallowed, "And who is your lord?"

"The Dark Lord, Voldemort," the chained man said.

Harry's eyes were cold, and frost started to spread across the floor. When Dumbledore noticed, he was quick to stop the interrogation, "I think that is enough to convict him, don't you think so?"

The minister stared at the chained up man, "Yes. You can administer the antidote. I will go contact Amelia."

"Professor Dumbledore, you need to obliviate him," Harry said suddenly, straightening in his chair. "He knows too much about Earthland. He knows too much in general!"

Dumbledore's eyes widened, "That's right." He turned to the man, and pointed his wand at him, "Obliviate!"

Harry sighed in relief, and then made his way to the door, "I'll be in the Sanctuary. So I don't kill Pettigrew."

Back in the Sanctuary, Ron was still in shock, "Scabbers… he was Peter Pettigrew…"

Harry on the other hand was still furious and filled with vengeful rage. They had called up a few dummies for Harry to take his anger out on, and he was going at it like a man possessed. Icicles were everywhere, and each dummy had more than a few spears of ice sticking out of them. "Ice Dragon's ROAR!"

The others inched away from him. Draco sighed, "Wow, I've never seen Harry this pissed off before."

Hermione agreed, "They said that Sirius should be released soon. But he needs medical attention for about three months." She turned to look at the youngest redhead, who was sitting in a corner, "Poor Ron… That must be traumatizing…" She stood up, "I'm going to go get a Calming Potion for him."

"I'll go with you," Draco said, getting up as well.

Harry grumbled as they ate, "I wish they would stop staring at me. It's so annoying."

"Well, The news is pretty shocking to them. And now you have a godfather!" Draco said, trying to cheer Harry up.

Harry blinked, "What? I have a godfather? Since when?"

"Sirius Black is your godfather, Harry," Draco deadpanned. "Don't tell me you didn't know."

"Uh, well, no one told me!" Harry exclaimed. His eyes darkened, "This doesn't bode well. If he's my godfather that means he'll have guardianship over me."

Draco blinked, and then realized the consequences of that. "Oh, shit," he breathed out.

Harry worried his lip, "Maybe he'll be fine with it. Maybe he'll even go with us!" He stabbed at the sausage on his plate.

"Don't kill the sausage, Harry," Draco chided. "It didn't do anything to you. And what's gotten into you? You seem bothered by something."

"What are you, my mom?" Harry sighed, but answered his question, "It's just that he hasn't really done anything. It's like the calm before the storm."

"Oh, don't worry, Harry. Everything will be okay. Halloween's coming up too, so be excited! The feast then is always really good," Draco said soothingly.

"Don't really want to go," Harry admitted. "I mean it is the night that my parents were murdered…" He clenched his fists, "Dammit! I really wish Dumbledore let me have a go at Pettigrew. I really want to test out Ice Dragon's Claw."

"Wow, Harry, calm down. He's already facing his consequences in Azkaban," Draco placated as he felt the temperature drop. He sweatdropped, "Aren't you supposed to be practicing your self control?"

Harry was still, before pouting, "Shut up." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, "It sucks that I can't go visit Sirius right now. I want to see what he's like."

"He needs time to recuperate from his time in Azkaban. If you went to see him now, he'd probably think you were your father," Draco said sadly.

Harry sighed, and stood up, "Class is about to start. Don't you have Charms?"

"Oh yeah," Draco said, getting up as well. "You'll be at the Sanctuary?"

"Of course."

It was the night of Halloween, and Harry was in the Sanctuary with plates of food set out before him. "Why are you guys here? Shouldn't you be at the feast?" Harry said, confused as he stared at his friends who were also seated at the table of food.

"This is a day of mourning for you, and we will partake in it as well," Hermione said softly. "You don't need to suffer alone, Harry. We'll always be here by your side."

Harry looked at them, and smiled, "Thanks, guys."

After they were done with dinner, they decided to go back to their dorms. "Yeah, let's take a break from training," Ron said, patting his belly in satisfaction.

Ron and Hermione went off to the Gryffindor common room, and Harry and Draco took their time in getting back to the Slytherin common room. "Thanks a lot for staying with me," Harry said, smiling at his friend.

Draco grinned, punching him in the shoulder, "That's what friends do."

Harry was about to respond before he heard something. "What was that?" he exclaimed, tensing.

Draco blinked, "Um, what?"

Harry waved for him to shush, and listened closely again. Blood! There it was again! Harry looked around wildly, "What was that?"

I smell blood!

"It smells blood?" Harry said, confused and slightly terrified. "Where is it?"

Blood! Tear! Rip! KILL!

"It's going to kill something!" Harry gasped, turning to look at Draco.

Draco blinked once more, "What? I don't hear anything, Harry."

"Go get Dumbledore!" Harry said, turning to face the direction where the voice was coming from.

Draco frowned, "You shouldn't stay here by yourself though, especially if it wants to kill something. And if you can't even see it."

Harry gritted his teeth, "No. I need to stay here to make sure the thing doesn't escape."

"Don't be an idiot! It's invisible and you can't see it, Harry! Not even you would be able to defend against such a thing," Draco retorted. He held his wand out, "I'll send a message to Dumbledore and we'll both stay here then."

Harry rolled his eyes, "So both of us can die?"

"Well, if it's two of us rather than one, there's a better chance of us fighting it and not dying," Draco snarled. "Don't be an idiot, Harry!" He waved his wand, and the piece of parchment zoomed off towards the Great Hall.

Harry stepped towards the direction the voice was heading, "It's getting farther away from us. We should follow it."

Draco sweatdropped, "Most sane people don't follow bodiless voices." But he followed Harry anyway, resigning himself to the fact that they weren't sane.

Suddenly, Harry froze. Draco frowned, "What is it? What happened?"

Harry just silently pointed to the wall that was in front of them. Draco's eyes widened in horror and he stumbled back.

Mrs. Norris was hanging from the wall, eyes open in eternal terror and body stiff and frozen. And on the wall, in dark red blood, a message was written:

The Chamber of Secrets has been opened.

Enemies of the Heir… Beware.

Draco backed away, "Harry, we need to get out of here. Let Dumbledore handle this." Harry was staring at the wall, as if in shock. "Harry! We need to get away!"

But it was too late. They heard a thundering of footsteps towards them. Turning around, they saw all the students from the feast walking towards them, an aura of satisfaction and content emanating from them. "Shit," Draco swore under his breath. "This is really bad."

"My cat!" a man's voice cried out in despair. Filch stood there, eyes wide and horrified. He stared at Harry and Draco, "What did you do to my cat?"

Draco spluttered, dread creeping up. Harry just looked at him, frowning, "What are you talking about? We didn't do anything to it. It was like that when we arrived here."

"Then why didn't you arrive here with the rest of the students?" McGonagall asked, no hint of malice in her voice, but curious and wary nonetheless.

"We had dinner elsewhere because I didn't want to celebrate my parents' deaths," Harry said bluntly. "After we were done we decided to head back to the Slytherin dorms."

"My cat!" the man howled, cradling his cat to his chest.

Lockhart sniffed with regret, "Only if I were there, I could have stopped her death. I'm a very qualified duelist and fighter. You know, once I-"

"She's not dead, Argus," Dumbledore said, interrupting Lockhart's insensitive ramblings. "She's just petrified."

"She's not moving though!" the man cried pitifully. He glared at Harry and Draco, "It's all your fault! You made her like this!"

Harry sighed, "No we didn't. I'm very sorry that she's like that, but isn't Petrification curable?"

"Oh yes," Lockhart broke in. "I could make the potion for that. I'm-"

"I am the Potions Master at this school," Snape sneered coldly. "And it would do you good to remember that."

"Don't worry, Argus. Mrs. Norris will be fine in a few months. The Mandrakes are just maturing, so Severus will make the potions once they are ripe," Dumbledore reassured the stricken man. He turned to Draco and Harry, "Harry, Draco, would you two come with me to my office?" Addressing the murmuring students, he said firmly, "There is nothing else to see. Please continue on to your Houses."

Draco and Harry followed him to his office, silent and slightly shocked. In the office, Harry turned to Dumbledore, "Is this because of the diary?"

Dumbledore's eyes sharpened, "This is only on a hunch though, but I think yes. Try to keep as close watch over Mr Nott as you can. And make sure Hermione doesn't venture out alone. As a muggleborn, she is more vulnerable."

"What is the Chamber of Secrets?" Harry wondered, popping a lemon drop into his mouth. "What connection does it have to Voldemort?"

"It was supposedly made by Slytherin. You could ask him tomorrow. He would explain this better than I would," Dumbledore admitted. He looked slightly pleased that someone else was finally partaking in the delight that was a lemon drop.

Harry nodded, and then spoke up again, "And what's Lockhart's problem? He has been trying to get me to attend his class since the first day of school!"

"Ah yes, Gilderoy," Dumbledore smiled faintly in amusement and exasperation. "He's a bit jealous of your fame. Just attend his Duelling Club, to get him off your back."

Harry fumed, "I could be doing so many other things!"

"Gilderoy would pester you even more," Dumbledore pointed out.

The black haired boy sighed in resignation, grumbling, "Fine…"

How'd you like it? Was it too fast? The next chapter will have the Duelling Club. And I hit 100 pages for this story! I'm so proud of myself... :)

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