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"I am Talking."

'I am Thinking.'

Spells

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The first step to solving a mystery is cleaning all the variables from the equation.

~R-Kade

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Previously in SotW-

And now Harry Potter, he needed information on that unknown variable. How is he so calm? Is he too practicing occlumency? That won't be good for his plans. And where did he learn that stunner? How did he get this knowledgeable at Dursleys? Why didn't they destroy his will like he planned? A visit is in order. Yes, he could only get more information on that boy from the point he had last left him.

Silence of the Winters

- by Dev Sagittarius Black

~~Chapter 6: Half-blood Mother~~

Ron was standing in front of the door smiling proudly as he remembered the task THE Albus Dumbledore had assigned him. He was supposed to take Alan to the third-floor corridor somehow which was a very easy task since Alan would go anywhere to make up for his lost reputation due to his idiot brother-who-lived-on-the-street. Ron knew he just needed some impulsive point now.

Dumbledore smiled as he watched the youngest male Weasley leave his office. Passive charms were wonderful things but they didn't have the same power like an accomplished orator like him. Last time he had used passive mind controllers to make the gullible Weasley boy do his work, maybe that was the reason it took him so long, this time he knew it would take just a few days to see his plan come to fruition.

And now Albus knew where he was more needed, Number four, Privet Drive, Little Whining, Surrey. He took up the exact point and apparated out of his office.

There was a soft 'POP' sound and an Old man with a capital O appeared on the footpath going along the road, he was wearing a pinstriped indigo suit and white shirt. His long silvery-gray beard and hairs carefully braided. He looked around and nodded, last time when he was here it was night time and so easier to blend in with his comfortable flamboyant robes, this time? Not so much.

Dumbledore looked around the part of England he had been about twelve years ago from now. Everything looked as it was that night. The same lamp posts and houses. Everything was just as he had seen then. He then flicked his wand and nodded at the intention and blood-based wards that were stretched over house no. 4.

'I am here for Harry Potter' he kept on thinking that and stepped inside the wards, it wasn't the toughest ward to crack, in fact it was the easiest one if you are even a level C occlumens. Therefore, for someone as good as him, well, it was a child's play.

He walked towards the wooden door and pressed the bell switch. There was a distinct chime signifying the working condition of the house. Dumbledore checked himself once more before adopting his grandfatherly smile. It never harmed to be polite, and he was dealing with Dursleys here.

He waited

And waited

And... waited.

No response

He again pressed the bell twice and waited a bit more. But again, no sound came from inside. He frowned at that and tried again but received no response.

'It is the middle of September, where could the Dursleys have gone?' for a moment he entertained the thought of seeking in. But he removed it as soon as it came, there was no way he was going to do that, maybe they were on some extended family holiday? Well, then there's only one person to meet.

Dumbledore walked towards number three and pressed the bell. He waited patiently and smiled as he heard the 'coming' in Arabella Figg's distinctive shrilly voice. He hadn't met her for the past twelve years either. It was Mundungus Fletcher and Dedalus Diggle who worked as their middlemen.

The door opened and Arabella gasped in surprise as she saw Dumbledore smiling at her, his blue eyes twinkling behind his half-moon glasses. "How are you Arabella? Long-time no see."

"Albus! How are you? Come in, come in." She ushered him inside and served him tea with scones.

"I was expecting Dedalus but he told me the work was done?" She asked him as she sat on the chair in front.

Dumbledore nodded "For now, yes. I just came to ask a few questions about our mutual subject. I am not intruding right?" It wasn't a question but a statement and Arabella knew better than to answer in affirmative.

"How can I help you?" She was certain he won't go till he knew all the things, but there wasn't much to say, after all she did tell Dedalus everything she knew and observed.

"Well then, tell me what you noticed about young Harry. Was he bullied? And did someone suspicious like any wizard or witch visit him?" Albus asked her and sat patiently, observing each and every twitch of her face.

Arabella frowned a bit and asked one simple thing that left him shell shocked..."Harry who?"

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"What is Baruffio's Brain elixir used for?"

"Page 67, third paragraph." Harry replied and kept on reading his Thousand Charms for you by Alison Bernard, an accomplished French enchanter from sixteenth century. Quite a few of his writings were incorrect but they weren't blunders, which meant the mistakes could be easily corrected.

"Wasn't the potion's name significant enough to tell what it is used for?" Susan muttered from Harry's right glaring at her book. Thankfully only Harry and Hannah heard her.

It had been one month now and Harry was slowly getting warmed up or at least accepting of their presence. Things were going smoother than he expected them to go. They were all getting enough time to study and each of them were doing their best to keep up, he liked the healthy competition but sometimes it evolved into something not so good for his head.

Su had joined them after that broom incident and Susan had made herself quite clear that she didn't approve her joining them. Why? No particular reason, just that Susan didn't want her as she had worded "get everything"...what everything? Harry had no idea. Girls were complicated like that.

Therefore, the situation was like, helping Susan? Good. Helping Su? Good. Helping Susan and Su together or in other's presence? Bad. Reason? No idea. And it was unnerving to hear them grumble and mutter under their breath, it would have evolved into something more but Harry had made it clear that in his presence no stupid bickering should take place.

Another person who sometimes joined them was the only other first year Gryffindorett who had besides Harry taken partial residence in Hogwarts library, one Hermione Jean Granger. And although Harry welcomed every intelligent mind that had potential to evolve into something more profitable.

Hermione was someone whom Harry had some trouble controlling, mainly because of her 'I-know-better-than-you' attitude and pseudo haughtiness of knowing everything required. This was why she head butted into anything he told them, any explanation, any theory, just anything. It was like she wanted to prove herself more worthy than Harry.

And Harry? He didn't care one bit because her occlumency less memory was easiest one to read. It was a surprise that her brain was well organized because she wasn't having any idea about what occlumency was. But a well-organized brain with no occlumency? It was like advertising your thoughts out and begging to anyone to read them. Harry could have simply read her thoughts and gave her a direct explanation, slicing her ego with each word.

But then, what's the need? Why spoil your brain on a brainless. So, Harry did the wiser thing, shutting her off and doing what he thought was best for himself. Hermione and her brain can go play merry-go-round with the Giant Squid. Honestly, Harry could feel why no one in her own house talked with her.

The other persons who didn't seem to give their attendance anymore were Alan and Ronald, they were either seen gobbling food or whispering conspicuously as if planning for world domination. Knowing them, it was probably about how Slytherin's and Harry was evil.

The only place that needed his attention was the legendarily prohibited third floor corridor, one might ask why hadn't he visited that place like Ronald, Alandale, Draco or the Weasley twins, but they might forget that till date they weren't dealing with some sneaky professor of Hogwarts who walked up and down that corridor in a purple turban.

There was something wrong with that guy, Harry was sure he had seen something glowing red when the professor turned towards the board. He was also sure that it was him who jinxed Susan's and Su's brooms but how was he invisible then? There was no way that a simple disillusionment charm could be performed that good. Certainly not by Quirrell.

There's only one thing that could hide someone that perfectly but then, how had the Potter family heirloom fell into the dirty hands of Quirinus bloody Quirrell. And for that single thing...there's only one way to find the truth. It was Monday today and he needed Saturday to finish that job.

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"- and then McGonagall knocked 10 points because Alan was kicking Zach beneath the table." Susan finished up her daily rant of what happened here and what happened there while Harry finished up his food, thirty minutes earlier than he usually did, actually it was because he took less in the first place.

"Terry, I will be taking an early night tonight." Harry told the curly haired Ravenclaw as he stood up to leave.

"You aren't feeling sick, right?" Su asked him "I too am done, come Harry I can accompa-" Susan stopped as Harry spoke up.

"I am fine Su, and Susan, thanks but I am feeling well enough right now." He told them and before they could protest any further, he was already moving towards the large double doors. Ignoring the curious looks of Dumbledore, Snape and of course Quirrell.

Thankfully Alan and Ron weren't curious about him, in fact they had left him completely to his tasks and he was very much thankful for that because he would hate to be classified as a bully, then again, they will need proof for what he did and how for that matter.

Harry traversed the serpentine corridor of third floor as sneakily as possible and stood in front of the dark mahogany door beside classroom 3C, where their DADA classes were held. The golden plaque read,

Defense Against the Dark Arts office

Holder- Professor Quirinus Quirrell

Meeting time-

Weekdays- 4 pm to 8 pm

Weekends- 3 pm to 9 pm

Harry looked sideways before whipped his wand out and flicking it on his Geminus ring given to him by his grand lady on his eleventh birthday, his hairs elongated and turned shades lighter turning almost silvery white, his eyes turned blue of the skies, and his height elongated till he reached a good 5'10" and black robe cocooned him and a black obscuring hood fell halfway down his face.

Harry stretched out his magical sensor sheet and felt the locking and alert charms in place, plus the temporary ward lines that would scan and save his magical signature, 'Fat chance with that now.'

So Harry flicked his wand and whispered " Obscuro Magicae" negating the thin ward lines to alert Quirrell by scrambling the magic to obscure any activity temporarily. An "Alohomihora" the third level of Alohomora, to not only unlock the doors but also to freeze the protection charms for next ten seconds, he could have permanently dispelled the wards but he didn't for two reasons, first, Time and second, not to make Quirrell anymore suspicious.

The door opened and Harry stepped in only to stop midway.

"Quirinus, you are sooner than expected my dear, please turn off the- who are you?" The portrait was of an old man wearing rich robes, he looked thin and had sharp features, gray hairs fell down his shoulders in waves and frown lines marred his forehead below which there were twin pools of green that looked more lively than the portrait itself, the portrait looked old and beneath it there was a golden plaque with rust on its edges that read,

Sir Richmond Derrevans

First of his name

Lord of the Most Ancient house of Derrevans

Born- Aran-mānod 28, 1346

Died- Hornung 16, 1488

'Think fast Potter. Who the hell keeps an old portrait for guarding their rooms? Yeah, Quirrell does.'

There was also the problem of the ten second time gap he got to enter Quirrell's office, "Someone who doesn't care what you think of him." Harry said in his charmed voice that was heavier than usual.

"Oh, but you should, because even if you have dispelled the alert wards, I still have my ways to alert Quirinus of your arrival. He will be here in what, five minutes? And how much time you need for whatever you have to do?"

'As much as i can get' "Won't take long." He said and stepped inside, just in time for the alert wards to reactivate.

Harry ignored the portrait and closed his eyes, concentrating on the room and his magical sensor sheet, trying his best to stretch it further and scan the Potter family heirloom, he tried to concentrate it thrice but failed again and again, because of the reason that the room was filled with magical artefacts that were hindering his thin sensor sheet.

'Manual searching then' Harry decided and began rummaging through the drawers to look for the thing he sneaked in the professor's room.

"I can help you, you know. Afterall I have stayed in this room longer than you." The portrait of Richmond kept on ranting.

"Do you know there's a secret passage in this room, maybe the thing you need is hidden there?"

Harry thought for it but shook his head, no one in their right minds would hide something that precious in a damp, dark, rat struck passageway of Hogwarts.

"Oh, so bad, you won't find it any sooner, if you had been in your good senses, you would have taken my help the moment I had offered, now I will have to report Quirinus of your presence." Richmond's tone was of faux pity.

Wait! The portrait didn't tell out Harry's presence the moment he entered? Means, the portrait needs something from him that Quirrell won't give.

"How much has Hogwarts fallen that now spies are roaming freely and are able to sneak their way in DADA offices of poor stuttering professors." Richmond kept on his monologue.

'Poor stuttering professors? Sure, a poor stuttering professor is casting jinxes and alert wards.'

"My own house fell so deep that I don't think there are any living descendants of mine either. Not even that changed name Evans is left. Don't know why Grizmalad fought that stupid duel lead-"

Richmond kept on ranting but Harry stopped hearing anything after that sentence...'Not even that changed name...Evans is left.' He turned towards the portrait so fast there was audible sound that might have originated from the snapped muscles.

"Evans you say? You are related to Evans family line?" Harry asked Richmond Derrevans, whose name now meant more than just Derrevans to him.

Richmond puffed his chest out "Related boy? I am the first of the Derrevans, a family that gave rise to, two new families with the names Evans and Derrijans. My too many times great grandsons brought this fate upon us Derrevans. And now? Now there aren't any living Derrijans or Evans. Tom promised to help me find my descendant and till date-"

"I..." 'I can't give him my identity that easily. But what if he helps me? Afterall he has indeed spent more time here...but what if he won't help me?' "I am a descendant of yours." Harry spoke out loud and kept the information about this 'Tom' to check upon later.

"My descendant?" Richmond frowned "Remove that hood, why fear from your ancestor boy?" The first of the Derrevans asked him.

"Besides the fact that you can see my face and tell Quirrell about me?"

"Oh no-no, my dear, Quirrell is already on his way to this room. But he doesn't control me. I am a free portrait, no one controls me. Quirinus brought me here to protect his secret and get the knowledge his master desires. I came with him because I wanted to meet my descendants, so you see, if you are really my descendant then I can go with you instead of being stuck on a wall." Richmond told him and gave his best tired face impression.

"How long till Quirrell is here?" This was more needed than all others.

"Three minutes, take or give a few more seconds." He said nonchalantly "So, you ready to take me with you?" He sounded excited, as if this room was the bane of his existence.

Harry thought for a while then shook his head, "First tell me, one thing, have you ever seen Quirrell use any invisibility cloak? Silvery white in color that makes the wearer invisible from everything."

"You mean that stupid Potter invisibility cloak, right?"

Harry quirked his right eyebrow...stupid? But nodded, 'Throne a Donkey when needed'

"I have seen it somewhere yes, but can't remember where." Richmond said looking up from his portrait and frowning hard.

"Where have you seen it? In this room? Or some other place at Hogwarts? Or some other country?" Harry sounded impatient, but who can blame him, this was about his family heirloom after all.

Richmond grumbled "I am portrait boy; we don't remember anything that easily. We need to see anything at least ten times to remember it as perfectly as my...living memories." There was longing in his voice when he said the last part.

"If you can't help me, then why should I? Stay here for another generation of Evans." Harry said and turned to move out of the door, no use of wasting his time on stupid old portraits. He will come here again next Saturday and freeze the idiot till dinner ends.

"No, wait, take me too. I am very useful. There was a reason Tom brought me in the first place. I have knowledge about arcane magics that have unbelievable power. One of which WILL be useful to you. I am all yours, and if you take me with-"

"Shut up you dolt." Harry growled a bit to emphasize his anger, this idiot was asking to take himself when he is the reason that Harry has to run away from his search. Plus, he can't remember where he had seen the cloak, though that gave him some clue of the cloak being somewhere here in Hogwarts. And then there was this 'Tom' and Quirrell's 'Master' he had to now worry about.

Every instinct of Harry was warning him, to not to take Richmond. The man seemed to be some shady character in the huge play of life. He so wanted to move away but then...arcane magics that have unbelievable power. One of which 'will'...yes, this old man was sure that one of his magical approach WILL help him sometime.

"What's this special knowledge?" Harry was royally pissed off now. Quirrell could be here any moment and he was busy bantering with a dead man! Oh, bless his stupid luck.

Richmond smirked, and for a moment Harry felt as if the man wasn't dead, as if he was as alive as him and Susan "Why, the knowledge about the link between life and death of course." He said and looked towards Harry as if he knew what the teenage elemental was planning to do next.

But before Harry could've said or done anything, the door slammed open.

'!WHAM!'

"Who are you?" Quirrell thundered after pausing to catch his breath from running three staircases that changed their directions every now and then.

"Your Death." Harry growled and threw a "Lumos Maxima" before jumping out of the stone window. Quirrell shielded his eyes from the bright ball of sun shaming light and cried "Incarcerous!" But the black ropes that leaped out tried to grasp thin air before falling downwards. Quirrell ran towards the window and looked down only to see the illuminated grassy ground of Hogwarts. He looked around but unfortunately there was no sign of his intruder. It was as if he had vanished into thin air.

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Harry groaned as he again emptied his stomach's content, and all that came out was water and few drops of blood. He hated this...this after effect of using his elemental powers, although yes, he had been prohibited from using these for two months and opening the same wound again and again wasn't going to heal him faster.

Harry had gone through his elemental maturity a month before coming to Hogwarts. And had been prohibited from using his powers for the next two months. Unfortunately, he had to use his power last month when he saved Su and then again today...just because of a dead man, or he would have escaped via much safer way.

"No Elemental Magic till December Potter, you are grounded!" Harry repeated his grand lady's words before holding his throbbing head and crawling out of the washroom towards the common room, bed wasn't something he needed at the moment.

He needed some time alone to sort his mind out. Sort Quirrell and his lack of stutter when casting spells, sort the fact that Richmond was his ancestor from his mother's side who had seen his invisibility cloak somewhere and had the knowledge about the link between life and death.

Richmond's presence was type of U-turn in his life, his presence and origin of house Evans would make his mother a half-blood and him a three-fourth, technically at least. Also, whoever this Tom is, he brought Richmond out from wherever that tattered portrait was for the knowledge of that link. And who is Quirrell's master? So many questions, so much work to do.

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"What's the use of Aberto?"

"Used to open doors."

"But we have Alohomora for that!"

"You have a sword which kills, but will you ever say no to a gun?"

Susan opened her mouth but wisely kept shut. She wouldn't say no to a gun if offered during a battle of sorts. Being the niece of director of DMLE, she knew how precious weapons could be.

It was 31st of October today, which meant Halloween! But Susan Bones was here sitting on table 4D in the library beside a seriously hot, no wait, every time seriously hot Harry Potter, who was busy reading some potion book from the restricted section. She had been excited for the public parties at Hogwarts, like the welcoming feast or the Yule fest or the Halloween or...well yeah.

But when they were all ending today's study session, having finished their homework earlier than usual and we're getting ready for the Halloween feast, Harry had dropped his bomb, the 'I-am-NOT-going' bomb that everyone drops when they are in one of their moods. And yes, his 'Not' was not with a capital N it was fully capital.

They tried, oh yes, they did, but to no avail, Harry just won't budge, when they had pressurized him too much, he gave away his secret, or maybe one of the many reasons? And that secret shut them up- "Twelve years ago, today I lost my parents, you think I should celebrate it and give them a toast for victory?"

That was sarcastically said and they understood what he meant. Then she too had told them about not feeling well, after all how could one feel good when Harry is not with them? And so she had denied her presence and crushed the 'Party Susan' deep down till Yule. She will be with Harry, no matter what, that's final!

"Susan?" Hannah's voice rang the now almost empty library as she and Su entered it. They walked towards 'their' table and stood.

"What happened?" Susan asked frowning as both of them fidgeted a bit.

"We want you to come with us. We don't want to leave you here. Harry is welcomed too if he wants, but his reasons are right. You aren't, I know how much you had wanted to celebrate Halloween feasts and all that comes with it. You were excited about it so much that you were barely concentrating in today's lessons." Hannah said and stopped giving Susan the 'look'.

Susan too started fidgeting and chanced a peak at Harry who was now eying her with his damned left eyebrow quirked, as if asking her 'Is it true?', Susan ignored him and turned towards Hannah with a defiant face "So what, it's my mood. I don't want to go now. You can't-"

"So you DO want to go, but stopping because I am not going." Harry announced then shook his head sadly muttering something close to 'Dummy girl'.

It took the combined effort of Harry, Hannah, Su and Party Susan to change 'Reluctant Susan' to Party one, even then Susan had made him promise her that he won't spend all his time in the library and instead would go to the kitchens. She had promised him that she will ask the kitchen elves of his arrival and how much he ate.

He had pointed out that he was unaware of the kitchen's location and how to access it, Susan had blushed furiously as Hannah and Su laughed at her expense. The redhead had then told her the Kitchen's location and how to access it by tickling the pear. Then with the last promise of checking with the elves, she had finally left him to his tasks.

Harry looked around himself and nodded, he was finally all alone, not even Hermione, who was the only other person that stayed in library as much as him was here. Harry was quite impressed with Hermione's brain and her capacity to inhale everything.

Afterall he was an exceptional occlumens blessed with eidetic memory and undergone a full body enhancement ritual. His brain was capable of easily running five thoughts simultaneously. But hers wasn't, therefore it was impressive. Why the hell the hat didn't put the bushy girl in Ravenclaw? Merlin only knows.

Harry had been lying when he told Susan about going to Kitchen and all that hogwash but Madam Prince's presence was required at the Halloween feast and therefore although reluctantly, she kicked him out of Library. This was why he found himself roaming the fourth-floor corridor and moving towards the Hogwarts kitchenette.

Harry was about to step down the stairs when he heard some shuffling behind him, it was as if someone ran past him. He turned around swiftly only to see a piece of cloth vanish in thin air. He ran through a list of people who could do that and the first person that came was Quirinus Quirrell. And if Quirrell vanished out like that, then it meant Harry's invisibility cloak was just meters away from him.

Harry frowned at that and looked sideways before bringing his sensor sheet into action, thankfully there wasn't a single living being within three meters radius. He silenced his shoes and sneaked towards the corner where he saw the cloth vanish out.

There he spread his sheet again and was surprised to find no one, Quirrell had either ran away or somehow turned himself into antimatter. Running away was more believable, but the question was why would Quirinus Quirrell be at fourth floor corridor when the Hogwarts grand feast was being held in the great hall at ground floor. Yeah, sticky situations.

Harry took a deep breath before turning his head and looking down the length of the dark corridor that was lighted by torches and candles at regular intervals. There wasn't a single person on view, no matter living or dead. No ghosts, no portraits, nothing. 'Where could he have run? The corridor was at least forty meters long so he couldn't have run away that fast, then where?'

The only other place Quirrell could have hidden behind were the big doors that every classroom at Hogwarts had. He made up his mind and crawled towards the first door spreading his sheet and putting his ear to listen anything. Harry was on his sixth door when he saw that, he would have missed it if it wasn't three metres away from him or his eyesight wasn't enhanced via the enhancement ritual.

There it was, the flickering beam of light that was coming from inside of room 4G and was mixing with the glare from the torches outside it. Harry crouched down and looked at the centimeter-tall gap between the stone floor and the black Mahogany wood door, he smirked in triumph as he saw that it was indeed the coming from inside of the room.

Which clearly meant that Quirrell was behind this door. Harry stood up and placed his ear on the door but unfortunately heard the same unadulterated silence he had been welcomed to at every other door down the corridor, 'Silencing charm then' , he closed his eyes and spread his sensor sheet to feel what that stuttering fool was doing but unfortunately that purple turban idiot was standing at far away or just not in his three metre range.

Harry went through a number of scenarios of what Quirrell could be doing, meeting Tom? Or maybe his Master? And then there was the case of Richmond, that link between life and death what if Quirrell found out how to use it and was doing some sort of ritual for his master? Afterall, today was Samahain, the day when the planes of living and dead were in closest proximity.

There were a lot of maybes but one thing was certain, whatever his dearest DADA professor was doing was bad and Harry won't let him do it, plus he still needed his Potter invisibility cloak. Therefore he flicked his wand and whispered "Alohomora" there was no voice that indicated the unlocking of the door but Harry knew his spell had done it's job. This was the side effect of using silencing charms they silence whatever you want completely, not even the caster can get any voice from it afterwards.

Harry pushed the door two centimetres wide and peeped inside, what he saw made his vision go red with anger.

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Ending Note- Dun Dunn Dunnnnnn...!

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