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xxxxxx=Time Loop

{Blah}=Harry

{Blah}= Gabriel

"Blah"=Parseltongue

Warning: This chapter contains graphic violence and some self-harm

And hey, longest chapter yet!

The Adventure

It was several months down the long, depressingly dull road that was otherwise known as the school year and Harry had somehow still not gotten round to training Hayden. He had been prepared to many times, but life; as it was wont to do; kept getting in the way. The teachers of Hogwarts had somehow gotten it into their heads that because he'd missed two months worth of lesson's he was somehow behind in his education and had thus assigned him a 'catch-up' study guide. He scoffed.

He would simply have not followed it, but the teachers had forced him to do it in extra lesson's. Between them, pranking, making products for the company and Hayden's quiditch training for the final (They won against Hufflepuff, despite Snape's blatant unfairness) they just didn't have the time.

{Don't the plebeians know I'm about four years ahead of my peers?}

{Given that we didn't tell them, then I'd guess no, they don't}

{Oh be quiet}

Harry had shown off some of his abilities and made himself look like a prodigy. He proudly displayed mild wandless magic and demonstrated some advancement over his fellow first years, but he and Gabriel had decided to keep the majority of their abilities out of sight. The two trickster's knew for a fact that Dumbledore would re-double his efforts to control Harry if the true extent of their power was discovered.

Speaking of the old man, he'd been especially annoying recently. Twinkle toes had tried to convince him to become besties with Ron Weasley of all people. The senile codger tried to convince him of how 'dear Ronald had so few friends', 'it'll help your relationship with Hayden to have the same friends' and 'I'm sure you'll both appreciate each others talent for strategy'. Harry had 'politely' told the headmaster to go and get laid with his brother's goat, but not before commenting that Weasel had antique chess pieces that knew all the best moves for each situation- Weasel has simply been listening to the King telling him what moves to make.

"It's quite devious," Harry had commented before wondering why 'Dear Ron' was in red robes rather than green which had of course set off a storm of protest's from the esteemed Headmaster, Potter Parents United, Percy and Ron, Longbottom and surprisingly Hermione who'd stubbornly hung out with Harry since she arrived back from her time off.

Hayden had not come to the defense of his friend.

James and Lily were less annoying but no less persistent. They'd been trying to convince him to stay with them at Easter. However when that holiday had come around he'd bid farewell to his new friends (and the fact that he had any still amazed him) and once out of sight flew to Australia for the two week period. He'd met up with Jesse Turner there, an old acquaintance who had also jumped into this world, though his was willing.

It was there that the duo had discovered the weirdness of timelines. Jesse had arrived in the universe they were currently inhabiting a year ago. Gabriel had 'died' after Jesse's disappearance but somehow ended up arriving ten years before the young Cambion. Harry had decided that inter-dimensional time-travel made his head hurt.

Once he was back at Hogwarts, Harry had loaded the Gryffindor table with so many Easter Eggs that the portion of the table had threatened to collapse. The treats had been split between the twins, Dri and his own twin with Hermione being given sugar-free pastries which made both Gabe and Harry shudder. Ever since Harry's Christmas gifts the aforementioned youngsters had been swindling money from absolutely anyone in order to pay Harry for more imports. It was amusing.

In other news Harry and Dri had heard about Hermione, Neville, Malfoy and Hayden being caught out after curfew, the lions among them being docked fifty points each to which the very mature response was:

{{They lose more points for being out after dark than we gain for 'selfless sacrifice'!? This school's staff suck}}

Regardless the four had to face detention in the dark forest with Hagrid. Dri and Harry were later told the whole story: Finding Fluffy and his trapdoor, Snape's limp, the Quiditch match, Hagrid's slip up and their eventual discovery that the Cerberus was guarding Flamel's Philosopher's Stone: all of which Harry had figured out by September 19th. Although he also knew that the real thief was a certain turban wearing, garlic smelling idiotic DADA teacher. But he'd just let them suspect Snape. It was funnier.

So occupied was he with his thought's of Snape swooping in and filching the Stone using Filch as a gripper-claw, before his hair and cloak wrapped around him and turned him into a greasy bat that promptly flew away into the night and then settling down in Romania as Count Vlad Snape for a thousand years, Harry completely missed the explanations of why the group had been out that night and what had happened in the forest. Eh, it probably wasn't important, Harry decided.

Having realized that the biggest problem facing them was time, Harry knew the perfect solution. So, in the middle of the night, Harry flew to Gryffindor Tower and picked up the sleeping Hayden before flying back to the training room in his trunk. The he began to use their Grace to set everything up. Then he transfigured Hayden's sleepwear into something more practical, thinking that his choice of attire suited his brother rather well and that it was much more practical for what he had in mind.

Once done he woke his still sleeping brother.

Hayden did not think the situation was as great as Harry thought.

"You kidnap me, apparently change my clothes and drag me into your trunk of all places, and then expect me to just go along with it?" the older twin asked incredulously.

Harry thought for a brief moment before nodding "Yeah that sounds about right," he said nonchalantly.

Hayden looked at him like he was insane, which to be fair he probably was. Many people had called them that in the past, though in their own defense it was usually said at the point they realized that he was going to kill them or at the very least mentally scar them for eternity- which may just accidentally happen to Hayden.

The older twin was still speaking.

"By the way why the hell do you have such a big trunk?"

"Oh I wanted one I could live in. It's multi-compartment. Seven different locks, and each one opens you straight into one of my rooms. They all connect via some portal doors in the living room. Got anything you need to live out of if necessary: a bathroom, study, lounge, library, kitchen, bedroom, and of course my super-awesome-training room, that is also my weapons storage room and Salazar's habitat!" he explained brightly, not really knowing why he was explaining everything to Hayden, as though they would spend months living in it whilst running around the country looking for objects based on vague statements and where the hell had that thought come from?

{Gabe?}

{Not me}

Well, at least in that situation in would be better than camping.

"You know most expanded trunks only have four compartments, and one is usually a wardrobe? And whose Salazar?"

"Yeah but why bother having a compartment for clothes when you can just stick a muggle one in your room and then get another room out of it! And Sal's my snake!"

"You have a snake? Why?" Hayden exclaimed, shocked that his sometimes kind and always mischievous brother would have such a dark pet.

"Why not? Snakes are cool" Harry commented casually, lifting his shirt to show the now nearly five foot snake wrapped securely around his chest "Great chess players. Good conversationalist's too; they can talk for hours about absolutely nothing. Did you know that it takes them three hours just to say 'good evening' by which point it's usually night time already,"

Hayden didn't dignify that with a response.

"You look good, by the way, you should wear stuff like that more often. If you were older and not my twin, I'd be trying to charm you into my bed,"

Gabriel snorted {Like you could. Little runt like you?; Sleep with an older, not-related to us version of him; Yeah, not a chance}

Hayden snorted without thinking, listening to the cynical voice in the back of his head, muttering "Like you could," under his breath.

{...So, I'm thinking like an eleven year old. Yay! My mental age has increased! Bow before me peasants!}

{I'm not even going to comment on that}

Harry glared, and then shrugged, saying "I'm very capable,"

"You're eleven"

"I'm a very capable eleven year old, if you get my meaning"

Hayden switched his thoughts back to Harry's comment that had started this whole conversation before his mind could try and put together what Harry had said (He was still thinking about Harry's impromptu lesson on Pagan rituals). Looking down, he observed the new clothes gifted to him by his brother and grinned. The only regular clothes he owned were his shirts, trousers and tie for his uniform. Everything else in his wardrobe were his school, casual and dress robes. Like with the Belgian chocolate he was given for Christmas, he found himself wishing that his mother had not abandoned her muggle roots (with the obvious exception of leaving his little twin with their horse-faced aunt).

The older twin was now clad in black muggle combat boots, cameo patterned pants with many pockets, and a body hugging grey T-shirt. Hayden was surprised but pleasantly so. The Wizarding World seemed to be quite behind when it came to fashion. These clothes were comfortable and much less awkward than robes were, and muggle clothes were apparently better at showing off ones body without removing said clothes. Also, the Wizarding World only used dress shoes or calf height boot's.

Hayden tried to remember when he had seen any witch or wizard from magical families wearing muggle clothes. He could think of only Arthur Weasley, Sirius and Adrian; and though the other Weasley's wore their homemade sweaters at Christmas, they were never seen in non-magical clothes at any other time; that was it. The muggleborns owned apparel from the world they were raised in but barring his mother he'd never met any outside of school, where everyone wore their uniform. The exception was Christmas Day, on which they could be dressed to their choosing but the muggleborns had all returned to their families for the holiday. Harry though donned his outer robe for classes, but wore whatever he wanted underneath. According to what they'd read, the robes themselves were the only required item of uniform. The shirt, tie and trousers were only suggested additions to those who wanted to wear the open robes, as opposed to the overhead ones used until only a few years previously; something Hayden was grateful for.

Glancing at the other boy, Hayden observed Harry's own choice of attire. He had brown leather workman's boots, faded blue jeans, and an unbuttoned, olive green shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbow's over a grey tee. A navy blue fisherman's cap rested on his head. From what Hayden could tell, his hair was in a light brown shade, maybe even a sandy blonde, in a 'I just got laid' style of messy, as opposed to the bird's nest that was Hayden's. Harry's low level metamorph talent was a subject for much jealousy between the two. Hayden would give anything for that ability, so that he could hide this stupid scar.

"But anyway," Harry said, clapping his hands once in a decisive manner, snapping Hayden's attention back to reality "We're not here for small talk. You, are here to train" he informed the 'Golden Boy' pointing at him, before to himself "I am here for...'moral support'. By which I mean I'm going to laugh at all of your failings. Outside, only an hour will pass. In here, that hour will reset every time you die ("DIE?!") If you get injured, you carry on. If you can't carry on I kill you and we go again. We keep going until you live through the hour or beat both opponents. Copacetic?"

{Who says copacetic anymore?}

"No, not copacetic! Can we go back to the part where you mentioned me dieing," Hayden protested.

Harry stepped up to him with such a sincere and apologetic expression on his face that Hayden instantly wanted to forgive him, despite having no idea what Harry wanted forgiveness for. Right up until the jerk pushed him into an arena with the words "Sorry bro".

Hayden now found himself facing what Harry knew were two very low level demons, whose power was equivalent to that of Peter Pettigrew. Meaning Hayden would have a huge amount of trouble to do it, but victory wasn't completely impossible. James Potter or Sirius could each take twice that amount of foes with half again as much power. But Potter senior and Padfoot had seven years of schooling, 13 years experience as aurors and 3 years worth of combat in the war against Lord Flight From Death. Hayden had non of those.

Which meant that the first demon broke the boys neck within five seconds.

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Hayden screamed and jumped back as his mind snapped back to the current point in time. He could vividly remember the man grabbing his face and twisting, the feel of the bone snapping in two and then he was back here. It looked like just after Harry had finished his explanation. Hayden hesitantly touched his neck and sighed in relief when he realized he was fine. He decided to put it down to some strange sleep-deprivation driven hallucination.

"Well that was pathetic"

Scratch that, Hayden thought.

"You do realize that you have a wand attached to your arm," he gestured at Hayden's left wrist "And your blade on your leg. And a gun in a shoulder holster!"

Hayden snapped "Maybe if you taught me something before throwing me against two psycho-murderers!"

"Dude it's a sword. It's swish, swish, stab. It's not a fighter jet!" His voice softened "I'll teach you some fighting styles and give you weapons training after I promise, but for now I need you to understand what it's like in a life or death situation. You need to hone your reflex's and learn to trust your instincts. That's the most important thing. The one thing that can't be taught by any way but experience. Here,"

Harry placed two fingers on Hayden's head, who suddenly grew a terrible headache but also realized that he suddenly knew some defense spells. Expelliarmus, Stupefy, Protego, Reducto, and the stinging hex. Nothing big, but previously all he had known was some basic theory, the levitation and cheering charms, tripping jinx and matchstick to needle transfiguration. He also knew how to flick the safety off on his gun and load it so he could at least use it as a last resort. Harry told him that he couldn't do that again, because pushing information into someone's mind carried the risk of causing major damage to the brain. From the pounding in his head and the pain behind his eyes he could easily believe that.

Then he was pushed back in.

This time he managed to draw his wand and disarm one of them before the other sent him flying with a punch to the chest. He crashed into the wall next to Harry and slid to the floor with a painful groan.

"Damn"

"You lasted longer that time," Hayden couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic "A whole two seconds more. Well done," Yep. He was being sarcastic.

"Well I'm not dead, so how do we restart?" Hayden asked, resignedly accepting his task.

"Like this," Harry said casually as he pulled out a Colt Python.

"No wait..." BANG

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"AAARRRGGGHHH" Hayden screamed as he jerked backwards and tripped over himself, winding up on the floor in front of Harry.

"Oh don't be a baby. It's no worse than the time I got impaled on a wooden post by Vlad IV in Romania when I tried to fight him a few years ago," Harry said when Hayden accused him of blowing his face off "Besides, your face is still there...sort off,"

That comment had Hayden suspicious "What do you mean mostly?" he queried slowly, almost afraid of the answer.

"Well it seems that the loop didn't completely heal you on this turn. It's just a fluke don't worry. But anyway you've got a giant hole in the middle of your face just below your eye,"

"What!" "Oh just go back in, die, and you'll be fine"

So he did.

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Hayden lasted a whole minute before getting stabbed in the gut half a dozen times.

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Hayden dodged left in the middle of his fourth minute, a few re-run's later. He was keeping up a mental map in his head of the paths the demons would take.

This one comes up from the left, duck now, swipe with sword, hit with reducto, roll, oh damn it

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Hayden was stabbed through the eye on his 16th try.

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He got his throat opened on his 23rd after being grabbed by one and pinned for the other to finish him off.

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The older Potter boy surprisingly managed to plunge his blade deep into the demon's chest. His eyes widened in shock at his luck and turned to grin at Harry.

"Did you see tha..." he was cut off as the other demon bashed him in the back of the had with a barbed wire wrapped baseball bat.

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"Watch for the other!" Harry unhelpfully said when the hour restarted.

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On his 57th go of Harry's training session from hell, he managed to last to the twenty minute mark which was a new record for him. He'd managed to land a few shallow cuts on his enemies, which was also knew and like Harry had said he'd begun to rely more on instinct. He'd also realized the truth in Harry's words about life or death fights. Hayden had been terrified the first dozen rounds or so. But know he had a basic understanding of how to control his body through the adrenaline. His reaction time had already noticeably increased already, even if it was only slightly so.

Hayden had heard from some people that when faced with death, with adrenaline pumping through your veins, that time seemed to go slower. He know called that bull. It sped up. Everything seemed to blur. Harry coached him on his mistakes in between attempts and talked him through that experience. He was told how to focus his mind so that he could ignore the blood rushing in his ears or the adrenaline pumping him. He learned to be aware of one's surroundings in his 42nd go after he was impaled through the throat by a hanging meat hook (and who knew why Harry had them)

As Hayden tried to jump back from his foe's reach, the other snapped his leg out into the side of Hayden's leg and threw him across the room.

The demons froze as Harry started to walk over to Hayden's moaning form on the ground.

"Your leg's broken," Harry pointed out, unnecessarily.

"No, no, no, no I'm fine. I'll walk it off," He hurriedly said as he tried uselessly to crawl away from the approaching boy. When Harry reached him, Python already in hand, Hayden simply sighed in defeat and muttered "Oh just bloody do it,"

BANG!

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On the 119th attempt, on the 57 minute mark, Hayden defeated one of the two demons. He could have done it earlier but it seemed that the plan he'd been making for the past 17 resets was working. As the second lunged at him with his own blade, Hayden quickly sidestepped and allowed one demon to take the other out.

He'd made it to this stage before and knew to pull his Sig Sauer P226 from it's holster and empty the clip into his remaining opposition. The impact of the bullets knocked the demon back long enough for Hayden to draw his blade and swipe leaving a long sparking gash across the demon's arm, then another on the face and a stab to the shoulder.

The blades clashed, and Hayden had never gotten here before. He didn't know what to do. So he went by instinct. The two blades were locked around each other above their heads, so Hayden flicked his right wrist freeing his own blade and removing the enemy from his own. The second blade flew into Hayden's hand. It was a clumsy twirl that he made but it was good enough to allow him to keep a hold of it and stab upwards into the underside of the demons jaw, driving the long blade upward into his head.

He heard clapping, and turned with a tired grin. Harry marched over as Hayden placed his weapons back in their correct places, and clasped his hand on the taller boys shoulder, having to reach up slightly due to his small height. He was only 4"3 compared to his brothers recently attained 4"7. Most of his classmates were around Hayden's height with a few slower growers were still at 5"5 and Terry at 4"4. Once again, he cursed his relatives and parents for their abuse and neglect of him.

But most of the student's in Hogwarts did not have a brilliant body to go with them and that was worth more than height ever could be. Most of the students in their year were of an average build. Not fat, muscular or overly skinny. But magic users just couldn't seem to be able to work out. There were very few in the Wizarding world who were in good shape. Quiditch Players mostly, and the top aurors like Moody, Shacklebolt, Bones and Sirius. Most were overweight or just around average. Harry knew that most of his peers would follow that same path.

There were exceptions though: Terry was as skinny as a twig and looked as one solid punch would shatter every bone in his body. Neville was chubby though he had the potential to grow out of that and actually be impressive looking in later years. Ron was showing pudginess in his stomach. Crabbe and Goyle, Draco Malfoy's goons, were tall and built for their age but their pink and blotchy skin and fleshiness indicated a fatness in later life. Milicent Bulstrode was quite blocky and square shouldered but all that muscle would become slack if she didn't discover muggle weight lifting by the time she reached her later teen's. Dri was showing some tone in his muscle's and was already one of the tallest in the year. Only Bulstrode, Weasley, Crabbe and Goyle were ahead of him, with Hayden pretty much even. Harry was determined to get Hayden to Dri's level at the least, and at best bring both his brothers (by blood and godparents) up to peak physical condition.

Harry meanwhile, despite his height, had the best body out of all of them. All of his 4"3 was toned muscle. His hands were calloused, his arms and legs and torso full of tense muscle, coiled like a spring and ready to keep him alive. He was a fast runner, surprisingly strong and good with hand to hand. Combined with his magic, Gabriel's Grace and weapons expertise he was a dangerous opponent in a fight.

"That was great Hayden, you picked it up quick," Harry complimented, feeling the need to as he knew that Hayden would suffer some nightmare's from his many death's. Harry was telling the truth of course, he just usually wasn't so open. But Hayden looked shaken, so Harry pulled him into a hug.

"Thanks. I mostly just relied on knowing their movements though," Hayden confessed.

"A luxury you won't have in real life, but it's a good starting point," Harry told him "Keep the clothes. Weapons too. I'll make you more, if you want. I know you liked them,"

"The guns?"

"No, you moron, the clothes. Though I have no problem with getting you more guns. But that's beside the point. You did well, now don't let it go to your head. And remember the words I say to you now," Harry said intending to use what was (in his opinion) the best philosophical quote ever put on screen "What we do in life..."

"Echoes in eternity," Hayden finished.

There was a brief moment in which Harry was thoroughly checking his timeline. No, that film was not out yet. So, of course, he grinned and nodded.

"Now, time to sleep," That was the last thing Hayden heard before Harry pressed a hand to his head. Hayden dropped into his twins arms, out cold.

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Hayden woke the next morning in his own bed, in his own pajamas and was actually scared that the previous night had been a dream. His fears were alleviated when he opened his trunk to get dressed for the day and saw his new outfit, completely washed of sweat and blood, folded neatly on top of everything else. He decided to take a leaf out of Harry's book and donned them. His holly and phoenix feather wand in his new wand holster, his blade hidden beneath a tan coloured jacket he'd found on his bed. As it was Saturday robes weren't compulsory but most wore them anyway out of habit. Hayden didn't.

And he felt the eyes of everyone in the room stare at him as he sat down, including the shocked faces of his parents and Professor Dumbledore. Alice was sitting in Lily's lap, and simply looked delighted to see her brother.

Hayden caught Harry's eye across the room. He was sitting with Dri and Cedric Diggory at the Hufflepuff table. Hayden mouthed When do we go again at him. Harry just grinned slyly.

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Terry sat in his dorm room alone. The rest of his house mates were off enjoying their free day. It had been six months since the troll incident, four since Harry's unexpected return. The Golden Four (as people were calling Hayden, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom and Hermione) were getting on great with each other and two members were (Hayden and Hermione) were often seen with the younger two members of the New Marauders; the pranking group that had been driving the staff insane with untraceable pranks that were obviously them but with no evidence left behind to prove it. Everyone was fine. Except Terry.

He pulled out the knife he'd taken when Harry wasn't looking. It was a modern muggle army knife seven inches long, not including the hilt. The hilt and blade were both black in colour. Harry had plenty like it, he wouldn't notice. And even if he did, what could he do about it. He couldn't exactly go to the teachers and say 'My illegal knife was stolen by someone in the school. Please search all 400 students for it'. And if he found out it was Terry, the worst that would happen would be a prank. As humiliating as that would be, it would at least mean that Harry's attention was on him if only for a short time.

Sighing, he pressed the tip of the knife against the palm of his hand and pressed down, puncturing the skin and then drew the knife across the skin leaving a cut about the length of the tip of a guitar pick. Not big, but enough.

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Weeks later, after the final test's had been completed Dri and Harry had joined Hayden and Hermione in relaxing by the lake. Or Hayden was relaxing. Hermione was studying for next year. Of course Weasel number 6-thus-far was also there with Longbottom and was complaining about her studying habits. Harry basically just ignored them.

"Mental, you are! Should have been in Ravenclaw" Ron said

"Do you really think all Raven's study hard?" Dri asked incredulously "Look at Harry. He never study's. He's just insanely clever,"

Harry was in fact laying with his head in Hayden's lap as the older ran a hand through the younger boy's dark blue hair, a comforting habit they'd had whenever Harry was sick in his younger years. He had aviator sunglasses on, a cigarette between his lips and and a bottle of beer in his hand. The dark blue shirt was worn open, showing off a toned chest,whilst Hayden wore a new red checkered flannel shirt over the top of a white tee.

"I really wish you didn't smoke, you know," Hayden said, coughing as Harry blew smoke up into his face.

"Sorry bro, can't quit. I tried. Seventeen people ended up being forced to listen to one song over and over for two weeks. They were never the same afterwards," Harry retorted with a sinister smirk, which had all present mentally noting not to try and separate Harry from his cigarette's.

Harry ended up falling asleep. He woke later and was informed about McGonagall refusing to listen to their warnings about the Philosopher's Stone, Dumbledore being gone and Hagrid's revelation that he'd revealed to some guy {Most likely Quirrel} how to get past Fluffy.

The five then revealed their plan to go and save the stone themselves. Harry decided to tag along. It might be amusing. Plus as glad as he was that Hayden would get some field experience; he wanted to be there in case things went bad.

{Oh, and I'm saying it now, Dumbledore will be tailing us from the start}

{Dude, I'm not an idiot. I'm not taking that action, of course he will}

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That night, dressed in the best clothes for the situation, Harry waited on the third floor for his companions. He was wearing a black leather jacket, black jeans and a black 'Queen' t-shirt. His boots had been added to with silencing charms, so no one would hear his approach.

Soon his friends and not so friends arrived. Hayden was dressed once more in his combat training gear this time with his gun and blade on open display. Hermione wore jogging bottoms and vest top beneath a blue denim jacket, while Dri simply wore a brown shirt, jeans and dragonhide boots. Ron and Neville were still in their sleepwear {The goddamn imbecilic morons. They could take this seriously}

Dri had employed his sneaking skills and knowledge of secret passage's to get there unseen. The remaining four had jammed together under the Potter invisibility cloak. They had run into Peeves but Hayden pretending to be the Baron had sorted that out.

A few seconds later, they were there, outside the third-floor corridor - and the door was already ajar.

"Well, there you are," Hayden said quietly, "Snape's already got past Fluffy."

Seeing the open door somehow seemed to impress upon all of them bar Harry what was facing them. Underneath the cloak, Hayden turned to the other three.

"If you want to go back, I won't blame you," he said. "You can take the cloak, I won't need it now."

"Don't be stupid," said Ron.

"We're coming," said Hermione.

"We all are," Neville said

"Not you Dri," Harry said "I need you to go to Minnie. Whether she believes us or not, she'll come running when she hears we're down there,"

After some protest's from Dri, he relented and scampered off. Harry pushed the door open.

As the door creaked, low, rumbling growls met their ears. All three of the dog's noses sniffed madly in their direction, even though it couldn't see them.

"What's that at its feet?" Hermione whispered.

"Looks like a harp," said Ron. "Snape must have left it there."

"It must wake up the moment you stop playing," said Hayden. "Well, here goes..."

He put Hagrid's flute to his lips and blew. It wasn't really a tune, but from the first note the beast's eyes began to droop. Hayden hardly drew breath. Slowly, the dog's growls ceased - it tottered on its paws and fell to its knees, then it slumped to the ground, fast asleep.

"Keep playing," Ron warned Hayden as they slipped out of the cloak and crept toward the trapdoor. They could feel the dog's hot, smelly breath as they approached the giant heads. "I think we'll be able to pull the door open," said Ron, peering over the dog's back. "Want to go first, Hermione?"

"No, I don't!""All right." Ron gritted his teeth and stepped carefully over the dog's legs. He bent and pulled the ring of the trapdoor, which swung up and open.

"What can you see?" Hermione said anxiously.

"Nothing - just black - there's no way of climbing down, we'll just have to drop."

"Oh for god's sake," Harry muttered as he kicked Ron down the shaft and then quickly followed by throwing Neville and Hermione after him. He and Hayden, who was still playing, nodded at each other and jumped as one. The pair landed at the bottom, landing on some sort of plant, after a long time of falling. Neville quickly identified the plant as Devil's Snare and quietly informed them all of the best way to get out of it's trap. By staying completely still, they were able to simply step out. Ron Weasley however messed even that up, and had to be rescued by Hermione's bluebell flames at the plant.

The following room was a set of keys flying around. One of their group (namely Hayden) took up a broom and flew around to catch the correct one.

"These are the teacher's vaulted trap's?" Harry whispered incredulously, knowing full well that Dumbledore was disillusioned behind them "This seems like a set up. Or a test"

The fourth section of the defense was actually quite good, if you weren't Harry or weren't in a hurry. When Ron suggested playing their way across and assigned everyone positions to play; himself a knight, Hayden a bishop, Neville and Hermione rooks and trying to get Harry to be a pawn {Subtle-not} {I get the feeling he doesn't like us}; Harry decided to simply save time.

"Reducto!" The white king's head exploded in a shower of rubble "Checkmate"

The other pieces dropped their weapons in a hurry.

Ron glared at the arrogant castaway. His job was to prove his worth in this part. Win the game and then be praised as a hero for getting everyone across in time to stop Snape. But that nerdy Ravenclaw took his glory, and was trying to steal Hayden and Hermione. Who Ron knew should be his best friend and wife.

Hayden commanded "Neville, Ron you two stay here. Wait for the Professor's. Hermione, Ry; are you guys ready for this?"

Hermione shook with nerves and her voice wavered but she nodded determinedly.

Harry grinned crookedly, as though having the time of his life (though in truth he found it all rather boring) "You got it boss," he said confidently.

The trio moved on. They had by now discovered that several staff members had been involved in setting up this defense. Fluffy was Hagrid's, the Devil's Snare was Sprout, Keys=Flitwick, Chess=McGonagall and this new room was Quirrel's. There was a large knocked out troll, that had Hayden and Hermione covering their noses and even Harry winced from the sewage like smell.

The presumably second to last chamber was a logic test, so this was Snape's. There was a set of flame's in front and behind. One of the seven allowed you to go forward, another to go back. Three were poison and two were wine. This was the best one yet, given that most wizards don't have a lick of common sense. Something which Hermione was quick to mention. As she worked out which potion was the one needed, Harry checked behind them and confirmed his thought's. Dumbledore had gone back. Likely to 'run into' McGonagall on her way here and pretend that he had just got back from the Ministry and 'knew' what was happening.

Suddenly Hermione gasped. She had found the right one but there was only enough for two people to continue at best.

"Go back. We'll handle it from here," Harry told her. She hesitated, but then hugged them both and swallowed down the potion that allowed you to go back.

Before they stepped through, Harry turned to his twin and said "Quirrel's defense was a troll, and it was a troll that got in on Halloween. Just some food for thought,"

They drank the potion, and advanced side by side.

Please review. Don't hate me for what happened to Terry? Please?

Update 07/11/15: Forget to mention, another review challenge: if we get 10 reviews, then I'll start the resolution of the Terry story next chapter. If not, I'll drag it on into second year (Laughs evilly)

Yozza Out.