Chapter 15 – The Entrance
"Is he going to be alright Poppy?"
"He'll be fine. Although if that metal piece had penetrated further and higher, it would have pierced his liver and I doubt he would have survived that," she said grimly.
"Then it's lucky we got there in time."
"No, we didn't get there in time. He's still suffering from massive blood loss which has effectively shut down his system and he's not going to wake anytime soon."
"How long do you think it'll take?"
"He should regain consciousness by morning and the girl in a few hours."
"She's fine then?"
"Yes, she is. But she's suffering from magical exhaustion and I have no idea how that could have happened, unless she was in an intense duel and that looks like a pretty good explanation to me after looking at the boy and I would have believed that, if she wasn't a first year and him a second year!"
Dumbledore was silent.
"What on earth happened out there Albus! Corridor absolutely destroyed with huge holes in the floor and ceiling!"
"That's not all Poppy," said Dumbledore sighing "We found Lockhart buried under the rubble, dead. And by the looks of it, it seems he was killed by the killing curse."
Madam Pomfrey gasped. "The killing curse! b-but who!"
"That's the every question I want answered," he replied.
"D-do you have any idea who did this?" she began hesitantly.
"I have a few," he said clenching the diary in his pocket tighter, his mind on the remains of the huge basilisk which was now a tea pot, thanks to professor McGonagall and was safely locked up in Severus's personal chamber.
"Where is Professor Lockhart?"
"In Severus's office."
"Why didn't you bring him here?"
"I didn't want to create a panic in case anyone else saw his body," he said quietly.
Dumbledore stood still as Madam Pomfrey checked on her patients.
"Although, I am curious Professor Dumbledore, as to how come you weren't alerted when an unforgivable was used in the castle. I thought the headmaster was always alerted by the wards when an unforgivable or a number of dangerous dark arts spells were used in the castle," said Madam Pomfrey.
"I was alerted but unfortunately the location was not known thus the delay," he said sadly. "But there's nothing we can do about it now. We must wait for Mr. Potter and Ms. Weasley to wake and give us the answers we so desperately need."
5 minutes before Lockhart's death.
The headmaster's office.
"How is the potion coming along Severus?"
"As well as can be expected, give it another day or two and the heir will be caught."
Dumbledore raised his eyebrow, "I thought you said it would take a week or two just during breakfast?"
"I did," he said stiffly.
Dumbledore chuckled, "Potion masters never ever reveal their secrets do they?"
"Are you aware you are going to be sacked Albus?" asked Snape, ignoring the statement.
The twinkle in the headmaster's eyes dimmed, "Yes I am," he said simply. "I imagine you were informed by Lucius Malfoy?"
"Through his beloved son," replied the potions master.
"Well, I imagine the news broke his heart," he said, the twinkle returning in full force.
"Don't joke around Albus! With you gone how in Merlin's name are we going to stop the attacks!"
"I don't know Severus," he replied heavily. "But I am no close to finding out the truth than anyone else. We only have one choice that is to wait for the heir to make a mistake."
"Do you have any idea who it might be!"
"None at all."
"Who opened it last time?" asked Snape.
Dumbledore looked into Snape's eyes and said, "Who do you think?"
Snape stared back. "It cannot be him, Albus, because if your sources are right, he is currently hiding in Albania."
"Exactly and if it is not him, then I have no idea who could it be, for I am certain nobody else is capable of doing what he did."
Suddenly Dumbledore went rigid.
"What is it Albus?"
Dumbledore didn't answer but drew his wand and headed straight for the door. "Wand out and follow me Severus," was all he said.
But suddenly a trill from Fawkes stopped him in his path.
"Fawkes?"
Fawkes flew towards Dumbledore and crooned in his ear.
Dumbledore looked sharply at Fawkes who had flown back to his perch and was gazing at Dumbledore calmly. "You want me to wait!" he said incredulously.
Fawkes let out another trill in confirmation and simply looked at Albus with a knowing glint in his coal black eyes.
End flashback.
"Headmaster! The boys coming around!" exclaimed Madam Pomfrey, breaking Dumbledore out of his stupor.
Harry's hands twitched and his eyes half opened before closing again.
"I thought you said he wouldn't wake up until morning," said Dumbledore.
"It depends on how fast the body heals itself and in his case it seems to have recovered really fast," she said.
"Lemme sleep you pig," mumbled Harry.
"Are you awake, Mr. Potter?" asked Dumbledore.
"Screw you," Harry muttered again before burying his face in the pillow.
Suddenly something must have registered in his mind because he shot up and then waves of pain hit him due to the sudden movement causing him to clench his wounded abdomen and he rolled over and fell out of his bed.
"Mr. Potter!" shrieked Madam Pomfrey, hurrying over to Harry and helped him back onto the bed while trying to stuff some potion down his throat.
"Ack… are you trying to choke me women!" said Harry spitting the potion out.
"Those are pain relief potions Mr. Potter. Now will you take them willingly or do I have to stun you," she said irritably.
Harry stared at her and she glared back, a vial in her hand.
"What am I doing here?" he said finally.
"Do not remember what happened Mr. Potter?"
"Headmaster!"
"Drink this Mr. Potter!"
"Add some flavor to it, and then I'll have it willingly," Harry said mutinously.
Suddenly he found his mouth being opened forcefully and a thick horrible tasting liquid being poured into his mouth. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't spit it out and he had no choice but to swallow it.
Dumbledore chuckled.
Harry scowled and Madam Pomfrey smiled victoriously.
"Now that, that is out of the way, may I have a word with Mr. Potter Poppy?" said Dumbledore pleasantly.
"Of course headmaster," she said and walked away but not before throwing a nasty look at Harry who happily returned it.
"Why must you antagonize her Mr. Potter?" asked Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling brightly.
"How would you like it if I forced foul smelling and tasting liquids down your throat?" he said, massaging his side unconsciously which did not go unnoticed by Dumbledore.
"I would swallow a lemon drop the next instant," he said and popped a lemon drop into his mouth.
Harry shook his head in disgust.
"Well Mr. Potter, I'm sure you realize I'm not here to discuss how to make potions taste better," he said seriously, the twinkle in his eyes dimming.
"Then why are you here Professor Dumbledore?" retorted Harry.
To Harry's surprise Dumbledore chuckled.
"What's so funny?" he asked, confused.
"Only you Harry… only you have ever contradicted me or questioned me back when I speak in that tone."
"I'm honored," Harry said, dryly "How do the others respond?"
"Well, if it were a teacher I would get a straight forward yes or no and if it were a student he would just lower his or her head and look guilty if they have done something wrong."
Harry just stared back at Dumbledore looking bored wiping the smile of the headmasters face. Sighing Dumbledore leaned closer to Harry.
"What happened tonight Harry?" he said the twinkle now completely gone from his eyes. He looked dead serious.
"Voldemort happened."
"How?" asked Dumbledore looking like he expected it all along.
Harry sighed. "I suppose you would want to hear the grand adventure of the famous Harry Potter from the beginning?"
"Please do begin," he said solemnly.
So Harry told him about the voices he was hearing in the walls, how he caught Ginny lurking around in the second floor corridor and how she in turn, turned out to be possessed by Voldemort who was supposedly preserved in a diary for fifty years. He told the headmaster how Lockhart was killed and how the future dark lord summoned the basilisk and how it tried to kill him. He told him how the sixteen-year-old Voldemort was somehow brought back as a ghost and how he could not cast spells on him but Voldemort could and how in the end destroying the diary somehow killed the ghost Voldemort.
"And then I think I lost consciousness," finished Harry.
Dumbledore was silent for a while, lost in his own thoughts. He knew if he had gone the basilisk stare would have most likely killed him. Had Fawkes known what was going on? On the other hand, was there some other reason he did not want him to go sooner?
"You didn't tell me how you managed to freeze a 60 foot long basilisk?"
"That snake was a basilisk!" exclaimed Harry.
"Yes, you didn't stare into its eyes did you?"
"Yes I did," said Harry "That's why he was surprised when I didn't die when I looked into its eyes."
"And how did you manage to stay alive after staring into a basilisk's eyes?" asked Dumbledore, amazed.
"I think it was because I'm a parselmouth," replied Harry.
"And how did you kill it?"
"Err…. I somehow froze it and then smashed it to bits," he said quickly, a little too quickly.
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at the horrible lie. "I believe this is the first time I'm sure that you're lying to me," he said casually.
"What makes you think I'm lying?" asked Harry, trying to be equally casual. It didn't work.
Dumbledore sighed. He removed his glasses and wiped them on his robes. "I know you're an elemental, Harry. One who can control water to be precise."
Harry looked into Dumbledore's eyes, his face betraying nothing. "I suppose you realized after the little show I put up during the dueling club," he said with a sigh.
"Yes and I also know that Ms. Austin is a fire elemental."
"Hmmm…. Who else knows?"
"Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape and myself," replied the headmaster.
"And yet you didn't approach me when you realized what I was and I think you haven't approached Austin either."
"Even if I did figure it out, I didn't want to intrude into your personal space after all that I have done to you and was hoping you'd rather come to me," said Dumbledore, bowing his head.
"We're straying off the topic here," muttered Harry uncomfortably.
"Indeed we are."
"How do you think Voldemort managed to preserve himself in a diary? And speaking of the diary, how on earth did it get into Ginevra's hands and where is it?"
"The diary is with me, Harry and I think you should know that Voldemort's real name isn't Voldemort. It's Tom Marvolo Riddle."
"You're kidding!"
"No I'm not kidding, Harry. He was a model student during his time at Hogwarts, was a prefect, head boy, got perfect scores in all his subjects… no one would have ever suspected him to become the greatest dark lord in the history of wizard kind."
"You taught him?"
"Yes, I was the transfiguration teacher at that time before old Armando Dippet retired and I took got the job of being the headmaster of this school."
"And that was about fifty years ago?"
"How old is Voldemort?" asked Harry stunned. Voldemort being over 50 years old was the only thought that had registered in his mind.
"Old age has nothing to do with knowledge and power Harry. As a matter of fact, the older you get, the stronger your magic becomes," countered Dumbledore, smiling.
"So, Erm…. What's the condition of the corridor?"
"The basilisk and Professor Lockhart have been moved and Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall are currently working on fixing the corridor. There will be no lasting damage to the students petrified and Professor Snape has informed me that the Mandrake draught will be ready soon and we can hopefully revive the students before lunch tomorrow."
"That's… good. What about Ginevra? Do you plan on telling her she was the one attacking the students if she doesn't remember what she was up to?"
"Ms. Weasley is not responsible for anything Mr. Potter," said Dumbledore sharply. "She was hoodwinked by Lord Voldemort like many before her."
"Sure, sure, but she's still going to blame herself. Most likely have nightmares and become even more withdrawn than she already is."
Dumbledore sighed, "I will talk to her and convince her that this wasn't her fault."
"I'm sure you will."
"And perhaps you will be kind enough to become her friend and help her cope up and recover from this terrible experience she has gone through," he said, with a small smile.
Harry snorted, "If you think I'm going to let a girl cry and sob on my shoulder, you must be absolutely retarded."
"Now Harry, there's no need to be rude. She needs a friend and I'm sure if she was being possessed by lord Voldemort, she hasn't made any."
"Then she'll have to make them on her own," he said simply. "Maybe you can announce tomorrow that she battled Voldemort in her head and won thus stopping the attacks once and for all or something like that, leave me out of it. I'm sure she'll make lots of friends then."
"You do not want any credit Harry?"
"Sure I do, but I prefer it to be unlimited access to the restricted section and perhaps license to hex any Gryffindor I want and get away with it!. But I don't want anyone else to know what I did, including the Weasley girl. I have enough attention already."
Dumbledore chuckled, "Might I inquire to why you what unlimited access to the restricted section?"
"So I can infuriate Granger whenever she visits the library," Harry replied promptly.
Dumbledore blinked.
"I see…. Any other reason?" he asked slowly.
"Nope, that's it."
"Very well, I shall talk to Madam Pince and I think Slytherin house should get 100 points for bravery and courage."
"I prefer to say for getting rid of Lockhart, but then it'd be insulting to his memory so bravery and courage it is," said Harry, smirking. "It was a joke, professor," added Harry hastily, seeing the grave look on Dumbledore's face.
"I shall take my leave Mr. Potter. You get some rest as I have to talk to Ms. Weasley's parents," said the headmaster.
"They're here?" asked Harry.
"Not yet, I believe they shall be here in the morning. I have to inform them about Ms. Weasley's condition and put their anxiety to ease."
"You do that," muttered Harry, "Just leave my name out of it."
"Good night Mr. Potter."
"Whatever..."
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The next day Harry woke to loud chatter. If Blaise was singing in the bathroom again he was going to vanish his balls, Harry thought viciously before last nights memories came rushing back and he realized he was in the hospital wing.
Wondering what all the noise was, he poked his head out of the curtains and saw a herd of red heads around Ginevra's bed. He checked his abdomen and saw there wasn't even a scratch left and he felt no pain at all. Nodding to himself he changed into his school robes and decided to head back to his common room.
"Where do you think you're going Mr. Potter," came the sharp voice of madam Pomfrey.
Wincing Harry turned around to face the matron, "Back to my common room madam Pomfrey," he said sweetly.
Pomfrey scowled, "Did I give you permission to leave," she said angrily.
"I feel fine," protested Harry, "The scars gone, the pains gone, what more do you want?"
The Weasley's sniggered behind his back.
"I'll be the judge of that," she said and waved her wand over Harry. She waved it once, twice and then sighed. "Very well, you may leave and I pray I do not see you in here again."
"Me too. This place stinks."
"Figuratively," he said quickly seeing the look on her face.
Madam Pomfrey just glared at him and walked of to her office in a huff.
As soon as she was out of hearing distance the Weasley's burst out laughing.
"So Potter, I guess you'll be leaving tonight," said Ron making Harry stop in his path.
"What are you talking about carrot top?" he asked, puzzled.
"We know you're the heir Potter," said Fred Weasley.
"Yeah, we were petrified while we were following you," added George Weasley.
"You're awake," Harry said simply to the Weasley twins.
"Yup, madam Pomfrey gave all the students the mandrake draught this morning," said Ron smugly. "And our parents are talking to professor Dumbledore right now."
"Oh, they are, are they," said Harry, looking highly amused "Well then you better say farewell to your sister. After all it would be a shame to let the heiress of Slytherin remain in the school after what she's done," he said and walked out leaving three shell shocked Weasley's in the hospital wing.
"W-what did he mean by that Fred?" asked George, looking at his twin.
"I don't know, but I hope it isn't what I think it is."
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"Did he just mean Ginny is the heir of Slytherin!" spluttered Ron.
Fred and George rolled their eyes, "You catch on real quick Ronnikins," said George sarcastically.
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Harry walked towards the second floor corridor chuckling. "Those Weasley's are really retarded," he said to himself, as he made his way to the bathroom he saw the serpent come out from.
"Out of order huh, wonder why," Harry said to himself reading the sign on the door as he made his way in.
It was a rather gloomy looking bathroom, no different than the boy's bathroom except for the huge mirror on the wall. "Guess girls like staring at themselves," he muttered. "Now where did that serpent come out from?" he said looking around for clues to the entrance of the chamber of secrets.
"This is a girl's bathroom you know," came an extremely girlish voice from behind him.
Harry turned around sharply, his heart thumping hard against his chest. "Just a ghost," he said, the relief evident in his voice. He didn't want to be caught snooping around in a girls bathroom!
The ghost in question sniffed, "I have a name you know!" she said sounding extremely offended.
"Cool, so what it is?" Harry asked absently while pressing and tapping the wall.
"Myrtle"
"Wonderful, I'm Harry."
"Harry? Harry Potter?"
"Yes and how does a ghost know my name?" he said while looking under the sink.
"Oh Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger use to keep talking about you even they were in here. About how evil and bad you are!" she said dramatically.
Harry stopped whatever he was doing and stared at Myrtle who smiled back sweetly now that she had caught his attention. "Weasley and Granger came in here together and alone?" asked Harry, a grin playing on his lips.
"Oh no, it's not what you think!" she said, seeing the grin on his lip. "They were making a potion and even Mary Austin was with them."
"They were making a potion? In a girl's bathroom? What potion?"
"I think it was to change themselves into different people but something went wrong and that Granger girl sprouted whiskers and a tail!" she said, laughing in delight.
"Change into other people?" muttered Harry, "She doesn't mean polyjuice potion does she? Myrtle, did you see them change into different people?"
"Oh yes! They changed into two ugly looking boys who resemble gorillas!" she said giggling.
Harry frowned… and then his eyes widened in dawning comprehension, "Crabbe and Goyle! Christmas! Did this happen on Christmas myrtle!" he asked her hurriedly.
"Hmmm… it was the day Peeves was teasing me about my glasses," she said, her eyes misting.
"I think your glasses look wonderful myrtle," Harry said quickly.
Myrtle looked at Harry in wonder and slowly silvery tears started leaking out of her eyes. "Nobody's ever told me that," she said, her voice trembling.
"Err…. Myrtle… did they change into other people on Christmas?" Harry asked hesitantly, trying to be nice.
"Eh yes, it was Christmas," she said vaguely and zoomed out of the bathroom.
"Unbelievable," murmured Harry, before his lips twitched upwards. "This is great black mail material," he thought as he began to look around for places where a snake could come out of. Then he struck gold, he spotted a small black snake carved behind one of the taps. "Bingo," he muttered and began pressing the snake and the area around it, searching for some secret lever.
After five minutes of pushing, pulling and pressing he smacked his forehead. "This is Slytherin's secret chamber! Obviously you'll have to speak in Parseltongue to open it!" he said loudly.
Taking a deep breath, he pictured a snake in his head and hissed, "open."
The moment he uttered those words, the tap started spinning rapidly and then suddenly the whole sink, sank into the wall revealing a pipe big enough for 3 people to fit it.
"Perfect for a sixty foot serpent," thought Harry as he peered inside. The pipe was dark, slimy and smelly. Harry wondered if this was how Slytherin traveled to and fro from his chamber. "If I go in then how on earth do I come out?"
"Here's an idea," he said to himself and then hissed, "stairs," but nothing happened. Sighing Harry gave the command for the entrance to close and decided to come back later. After all he was the only parselmouth in the school and there was no hurry to get into the chamber. He'd take Slytherin's ring when he'd go in, it might come in handy.
Fate must have had it in for him today for he ran into the one person he didn't want to meet the moment he stepped out.
"What you doing in a girl's bathroom Potter?"
"Why? Why her of all the people I could bump into! Why her?" he thought exasperatedly.
"You didn't answer Potter," said Hermione.
"Well, well, well, looks like little miss know it all is out of the hospital wing. How come you're without your third tag along what's his name…..? Roonil, Ramzey… carrot top! That's the one…" he said triumphantly.
"Such wonderful language… your parents would be proud," said Lillian rolling her eyes.
"Thanks Freckles, but unfortunately my parents aren't bound to this world no more or have you forgotten?"
Lillian reddened in embarrassment.
"You didn't tell us what you were doing in a girl's toilet Potter," snapped Hermione. "I think we have a right to know!"
Harry laughed, "You have a right to know! And what makes you think that?"
"Mainly because it's a girl's toilet," said Hermione stiffly.
Harry laughed again, "Alright Granger, I'll tell you what I was doing in there," he said.
"You will?" asked Lillian surprised.
"I was chatting with Myrtle. She has the most amazing stories to tell. She was just telling me one about how someone turned into a cat hybrid of some kind after drinking a potion," he said looking at Hermione, "And she also said something about some guy and girl changing into ugly troll looking boys and sneaking around the school. Now you wouldn't know anything about that now would you?" he said with a predatory grin.
Both girls stared at him in horror.
"Now you keep shut about me being in there and I will be kind enough not to let the teachers know about your little adventure in the Slytherin common room…. Do we have a deal?"
"You can't prove it," said Hermione.
"Does madam Pomfrey know how you turned into a cat? Or how on earth does carrot top know I'm a Parseltongue when only 4 Slytherin's are supposed to know. And I'm sure Crabbe and Goyle do not remember being in the common room after breakfast at all…. Do you want me to continue?"
They shook their heads rapidly.
"Good, because if you do anything that annoys me, Professor Snape might just catch the person responsible for stealing from his most private potions cupboard. Have a nice day, Ms. Austin, Ms. Granger," he said and bowed mockingly and then walked away with a satisfied smirk in place. The day was turning out to be good after all!
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It was the last day of school and exams had been canceled as a school treat.
The school had been told that the spirit of Lord Voldemort had been attacking the students and had tried to possess Ginny Weasley but failed to do so due to the strength and will power of the girls desire not to harm her friends. She had been welcomed back with open arms by her brothers after that piece of news.
"Pieces of shit," thought Harry.
There was a quiet one minute silence in memory of Professor Lockhart, during which half the female population shed tears enough to flood the entire great hall. The Slytherin's were fighting to keep the smiles off their faces and toasted to a great after life for the professor.
Finally it was time to leave and Harry, Blaise, Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis were sharing a compartment.
"Pretty eventful year wasn't it," commented Tracey.
"Yeah, I couldn't believe it when Dumbledore announced that you know who's spirit was possessing Weasley!" said Daphne.
"I can believe that… what I can't believe is that she fought him off and won! What do you think Harry? You think she actually managed to push him out of her body or whatever it is she did to get un-possessed," Tracey asked Harry.
Harry looked up startled, "What?"
"I said, do you actually believe Weasley managed to banish you know who's spirit from her body?"
"Maybe," said Harry.
"What do you mean maybe?"
"I mean she might have fought against his control over her and then Dumbledore must have arrived on the scene and done something to help her."
"Yeah, that makes sense," muttered Daphne. "What do you think happened to her? You think she's going to be alright?"
"Why Daphne, you concerned about a Weasley?" said Harry smirking.
"A Weasley who is a Slytherin," she shot back, "And all Slytherin's are supposed to look out for each other."
"Well then you should help her out next year shouldn't you?" said Blaise, idly flicking though the weekly Quidditch magazine.
"Yeah, we should," said Tracey. "We all pretty much ignored her this year because she was a Weasley."
"Let's hope she isn't like the rest of those Gryffindor morons," muttered Harry. "Cause if she is, she ain't going to survive."
"She's one of us," said Daphne confidently.
"What makes you think that?" said Blaise, raising his eyebrow.
"I saw her cursing her brothers after they tried to apologize to her. I also heard her yell that she's a Slytherin so they better deal with it and not try and not ask Dumbledore to put her in Gryffindor," she said with a grin.
Harry raised an eyebrow, "She's going to fit in real well then."
"Yeah she is," agreed Tracey.
"I can't wait for next term to start," said Blaise suddenly.
"Why?" asked Harry.
"Hogsmeade!" he said with a delighted grin.
"Ohh yeah!" said the girls excitedly. "We get to visit Gladerag's and have butter beer!"
"And have fire whiskey and visit the Quidditch store!" added Blaise.
"Fire whiskey! What makes you think madam Rosmerta will let you have Fire whiskey!" said Daphne appalled.
"Who said I'll buy it from the Three Broomsticks," he said with a smirk.
Tracey scowled, "You'd go to Hogshead alone?"
"Who said I'd be alone. I'll have Harry with me!"
"Harry? What can he do against those creepy people in there," demanded Daphne.
"Trust me, one look at his scar and they'd be offering me drinks on the house," he said happily.
"And what makes you think I'm going to accompany you?" said Harry finally.
Blaise blanched. "Oh come on Harry! I know you want to try Fire whiskey! And you owe me a favor for doing you know what," he finished with a victorious grin.
"I hate it when I owe favors to people," said Harry irritably.
"But you love it when people owe you favors," said Blaise.
"Of course," said Harry. "That's the way it's supposed to be!"
"Jackass," muttered Blaise.
"You know if you go into Hogshead, someone might kidnap you and hold you for a ransom or something," said Daphne seriously.
Harry and Blaise exchanged a glance before bursting out laughing.
"What's so funny?" asked Tracey, bewildered. "She's serious!"
But Blaise just shook his head and both boys continued to laugh.
"Honestly! Come on! Let us in on the joke too!" said Daphne indignantly.
"N-no joke!" said Blaise gasping.
"Yeah, just forgot it," said Harry, still chuckling.
"Boys," muttered Daphne.
"Anyway, Blaise, did you get a reply from your dad yet?" asked Harry.
"No, not yet. Looks like I'll have to check it out myself," said Blaise sighing.
"What. In Merlin's name are you both talking about?" said Tracey.
"Secret stuff," said Harry and Blaise together.
"You two have too many secrets you know?" said Daphne, sounding annoyed.
"And you're too nosy," shot back Harry.
Both girls glared at him.
"Don't mind Harry girls. He thinks being all secretive makes him look cool," said Blaise grinning.
"No I don't," retorted Harry. "Don't listen to this idiot over here," he said jerking his thumb towards his roommate. "I don't have any secrets."
Daphne and Tracey snorted. "Yeah right," they said together. "But don't worry," added Daphne. "We'll find out what they are soon enough."
"You can try," muttered Harry under his breath.
The four lapsed into silence and the journey was fairly uneventful after that.
Harry was busy planning how to get the Dursley's to sign his Hogsmeade form but little did he know how eventful and dangerous his summer was going to be. Things were about to change in the Dursley household!