Hello and welcome to the beginning of... *drumroll* *deep voice speaks from nowhere* THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS

I sincerely hope that whatever happens to Gilderoy Lockhart lives up to your expectations.

Summer won't go by quite as fast, but we'll probably be on the train to Hogwarts by the end of the chapter, just because there's not as much to do - no bars on the window, no Ron to come by and rescue him even if that did happen.

Anyway. The Basilisk won't know what hit it.

I don't know if any of you already noticed, but I realized that if I wanted to keep the bit where Voldie comes back then I couldn't kill off Quirrelmort. So I had to go back and change that scene a bit! Sorry if you're disappointed. Yes, I know the original scene was much cooler.

Also, woohoo! 101 reviews! I can't decide whether I'd rather have those or the Dalmatians instead.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Harry Potter

Dominion was stupid.

Scratch that - it wasn't just stupid, the show and more specifically the character itself was a complete insult to Gabriel and every other archangel. Waging war against humanity? That sounded like something Lucifer would do. And all for his Father to come back?

Actually, that sounded like exactly what had happened on the Earth Gabriel originally camped out on. Except it wasn't him leading it but Lucifer. The show seemed to have switched their roles, but kept Michael as the good guy - and worse than that, they'd completely fucked up his wings. They weren't black.

Through some liberal spying around the neighbor's houses [not Privet Drive, no one there would watch a show like Dominion], and a couple semi-telepathic suggestions, Gabriel had managed to catch a glimpse of a few episodes. It only took the first one to convince him that someone was playing a very cruel joke.

The man who the show claimed was Gabriel couldn't be anything other than an outright insult. Gabriel wondered how a person could go about getting a show cancelled.

Hermione and Michael still hadn't written to him. Gabriel, by now, had made his way through every Lord of the Rings book that had ever been published [The Unfinished Tales had been incredibly frustrating to read].

Summer had dragged on, Gabriel had stayed bored and plotted ways to cancel television shows, and eventually, August arrived.

With not a crash, or a hiccup, but a party.

The Dursleys were all downstairs, awaiting some sort of rich client from the uncle's company. Gabriel had been forced to stay in his room this time, not like every second he spent actually in the house was spent in his room anyway.

He could hear them preparing downstairs but did his best to ignore it. One thing Gabriel did not intend to spend the evening doing was listening to the Dursleys suck up to this guy.

One thing he did intend to do, however, was check on his Grace. He hadn't used it all summer [and the semi-telepathic stuff didn't count, because that didn't actually use up any Grace] and so it should have been roughly where it was at the start of the school year.

Not so.

It was ever-so-slightly less than that, and Gabriel growled as he noticed it. What was wrong with his Grace? Nevermind taking so long to come back, he'd been using up large amounts of it for the most ridiculous, menial things!

Something was definitely wrong, but the mere fact that he had no Grace prevented Gabriel from figuring out why.

Something clattered downstairs. They must have been having dinner. Gabriel returned his attention to the problem that currently sat in front of him.

Some time later, there was a sharp crack behind Gabriel. He spun around, standing up at the same time and sending the chair clattering to the floor.

There was some sort of creature standing in front of his door, in the middle of the room, wringing its hands. Gabriel stopped dead.

"What the fuck are you?"

The creature cringed away from his bewildered question, its hands moving even faster. "Dobby is sorry, sir! But Dobby has come to tell you...Dobby wonders where to begin..."

Is this thing seriously talking in third person.

"Why don't you start at the beginning?" Gabriel suggested dryly. "That's usually the best place."

The creature - Dobby - shifted. "Dobby has come with a warning," he said eventually. "Dobby has come to tell Harry Potter... that Harry Potter must not go back to Hogwarts."

Gabriel stared at it. Sounds of the Dursleys talking drifted up from downstairs.

"Excuse me?" He eventually asked, voice dripping with incredulity.

"There is great danger," Dobby said solemnly. "Harry Potter must not go back! He must stay where he is safe! There is a plot, a plot to make most terrible things happen at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year." He had begun trembling a bit, which didn't make Gabriel the least bit sympathetic. "Dobby has known it for months, sir. Harry Potter must not put himself in peril! He is too important!"

"Oh, and what, I'm just supposed to stay here?" Gabriel asked angrily. "I've got friends waiting for me, you know!"

"Friends who don't even write to Harry Potter?"

Gabriel's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Dobby," he said slowly. "How did you know that I haven't been getting letters." It wasn't a question.

Dobby gulped. "Dobby thought that if Harry Potter thought he had been forgotten-"

"Have you been blocking my mail?"

Shaking, Dobby pulled a thick sheaf of envelopes out from under...whatever he was using as a tunic. Gabriel darted forwards to grab them and Dobby popped across the room with a pop.

Gabriel gave the creature his best glare.

"Dobby," he hissed. "If you do not give me those letters right now then you will be wishing for quite a lot of things to be happening instead of what you will be going through."

Dobby was stubborn, Gabriel would give him that. He kept the letters firmly out of reach, though he was trembling furiously.

"Harry Potter must not go back to Hogwarts!" he said shrilly. "Harry Potter must not, sir!"

Gabriel leaped closer and grabbed Dobby by the front of his tunic, shoving him against the wall and seizing the letters, throwing them onto the bed.

"I am going to Hogwarts," he growled, very close to the creature's face, letting his Grace show so that Dobby properly knew what he was dealing with. "And you or any others of your kind will do nothing to stop me, do you understand?"

Dobby looked terrified. He vanished again, this time with a crack even louder than the one that had announced his arrival. Gabriel stood up sharply, swearing, before he realized that all the noise downstairs had stopped. Heavy footsteps were coming up the stairs, the uncle shouting something downstairs.

Oh shit.

Gabriel's door was practically slammed open. "What the devil are you doing?" The uncle hissed. "You've just ruined the punchline of my Japanese golfer joke! One more noise like that, boy, and you'll wish you'd never been born!"

He turned and stormed out again, shutting the door loudly. Gabriel glared after him and then shoved it away. His mental list had another question added: What. The Hell. Was that creature, and why was it so intent on keeping him away from Hogwarts?

The nearest place he knew of that could give him answers was Diagon Alley. Gabriel cast a speculative glance at his half-unpacked trunk. Did he really feel like going all the way down to London just to get some answers?

Gabriel was out the door by seven the next morning. He'd left a scribbled note for the Dursleys, not that they cared, but at least this way he wouldn't get arrested for running away.

The buses only ran during the day, otherwise he might have left that night. As the double-decker rattled around on its way downtown, Gabriel read his way through the letters he'd gotten from the weird hobgoblin thing. They were all from Hermione and Michael; the stack was large, and the tone of the letters got progressively more worried as the date drew nearer to present day. Michael had started asking if Gabriel had been kidnapped. Hermione's got shorter and shorter, as if she automatically assumed that Gabriel was ignoring her letters. Gabriel resolved to borrow an owl from someone in Diagon Alley and write back to them before September.

Gabriel had vaguely remembered that Diagon Alley was somewhere in the vicinity of a place called Charing Cross, so as soon as that stop was called out he hurried to drag his trunk off the bus and make his way to the pub. It took half an hour of walking up and down the street to find it again, and the bar was nearly empty as Gabriel shoved open the door.

He made his way over to the pub, where the barkeeper seemed amused to see him. "Staying until the start of the year again?"

"Yeah," Gabriel said, annoyed at how out of breath he was. Angels didn't get out of breath.

"You sure your family's okay with this?"

"They're fine with it." Gabriel waved his hand dismissively. "We talked about it last night." A thought occurred to him. "Hey, do you know anything about magical creatures that look sort of greenish, big ears, about yay high?" Gabriel gestured with his hand.

"You mean a house elf?"

"A what?"

"House elves," the bartender explained. "They're servants of a sort - live for work, the little bug- I mean, they like it. A lot of the old pureblood families have 'em."

"Thanks." Gabriel dug out his money pouch. "Is the room I used last time still unoccupied?"

"Sure." The man accepted the Galleons Gabriel handed over. "You can go right up - and let me know if you need a hand to get into the alley, alright? Just because this is a magic zone doesn't mean you can go breaking the Underage Magic restrictions."

"I know." Damn. I was hoping to have a chance to learn something interesting.

The room was just as dirty as Gabriel remembered, not entirely fondly, but if this was what every room was like he'd rather have one he knew wasn't infested with anything. Gabriel let his trunk thud to the floor, glad to have somewhere to keep it - at least, until September.

"House elves," he mused aloud, sitting down on the bed. "Why would a house elf try and warn me about a dangerous plot? Was its owner doing the plotting?"

The more time he spent in the wizarding world, the more questions built up.

The bookstore proved to be absolutely no help.

There was nothing on house elves, not even a pamphlet.

Gabriel had resorted to charming adults into answering his questions, but none of them were very helpful. Even the shopkeepers weren't. The man who ran the ice cream parlor just shrugged when Gabriel asked.

"Don't look at me, son, I'm just a Muggleborn." He wiped his hands on a nearby towel. "You want your usual?"

"Sure." Gabriel had been coming to the shop at least once a day. Ice cream was amazing and even if they offered flavors like 'Ice Mice' or some other magical confection even the magical world couldn't ruin it. Mostly he got chocolate or some variant with chocolate in it. Chocolate was the best.

Okay, so maybe being a Trickster had affected him more than Gabriel cared to admit.

It was closer to September when Gabriel ran into someone he knew.

He was just wandering the street, really, having looked through all the shops already when someone shouted "Harry!" and collided with him. Gabriel staggered to the side and almost gone on the offensive against whoever had tackled him before he realized it was Michael.

"What have you been doing all summer?" Michael asked when ne finally let Gabriel go. "I sent you tons of letters and you didn't reply to a single one!"

"You know, that's actually a really interesting story.." Gabriel said as he regained his balance.

Michael seemed at least slightly sympathetic, and very interested as ne listened to Gabriel explain about the obviously crazy house elf. "Why does weird stuff always happen to you?" ne asked. Ne had been told about the cerberus right after Gabriel and Hermione had discovered it, but hadn't had any clue as to what it was guarding either.

"No idea," Gabriel replied, shrugging.

"And it said there was some sort of plot going on at Hogwarts this year?" Michael looked troubled. "Should we tell someone about this?"

"Probably," Gabriel said. "But who's going to take the word of a house elf?"

"Good point." Michael looked thoughtful. "Dumbledore will probably figure it out of something does happen - he's the headmaster, after all. He'll probably take care of it without any of us knowing what's going on."

More like I'll take care of it, thought Gabriel as he remembered how he'd had to take care of Quirrel. "So what did you do over the summer? I never really got the chance to read your letters." Gabriel had read them, but they hadn't exactly been detailed, and besides it was more interesting to hear it straight from Michael.

The end!

Short chapter, I know, but I didn't want to drag it on. And the intro chapter is always a little short, so...tada?

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