To Ride the Carousel Again

Chapter 11

No money made, no rights to the characters.

JK Rowling owns them all.

Plotting, Diagon Alley and a Diary

Updates will become more sporadic (vs. every 2 wks.) due to traveling to places

with little Wi-Fi capability over the next 2-3 months.

It took ten months, but the chip arrived and my house towing truck is finally fixed.

Whoo-hoo!

Approx. 5,300 words

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Mrs. Tonks had owled Harry that Remus Lupin would be at the Leakey Cauldron at half-nine Friday morning. It was a somewhat surprised man who was apparated into the main entrance hall by Ypres.

"Welcome, Mr. Lupin to Potter Manor. Ypres, please check Mr. Lupin for any tracking charms."

The Majordomo waved his hands across Remus' body and got two faint blue glows.

"The charms are at least a year old, young Master," said Ypres. "They have become so weak they would probably not be tracked through the wards."

"We take no chances, Ypres," Harry said. "Destroy them."

With another wave of skinny house elf arms, the glows disappeared.

Harry addressed a confused-looking Remus. "Ypres will check all your belongings that you brought for trackers when he takes them to your room."

Turning Harry led the bewildered-looking man to the kitchen table. Peama instantly had mugs of tea and a biscuit and scone tower in front of them.

The pair sat sipping tea for a moment before Harry began to speak. "The checking for tracking charms will be done every time you or I return to the manor after we've been in public. The elves are insanely busy trying to catch up with the upkeep of the manor, so it might take them a few moments to respond to you and check you out."

Remus looked thoughtful at that comment. "Perhaps I should keep the small flat I've rented off Diagon Alley. That way I don't have to keep returning here with the possibility someone who wants to keep tabs on me has tagged me. After all, now that I know what to look for, I can scan myself at the flat."

Amber-coloured eyes looked into brilliant green eyes. "He has Lily's eyes, "he thought. "And they look just as determined as hers could when she was motivated."

"Shame we don't have the pair of communications mirrors your father and a close friend of his used to have when we were at Hogwarts. They worked a lot like the new mobile telephones work for muggles, except you could see who you were talking to."

Harry grabbed the obvious lead-in with both hands. "Was that friend Sirius Black?"

"At the time he was," came the bitter reply from the suddenly tense man whose eyes suddenly almost seemed backlit by an eerie glow.

"Having opened my parents Will has led me to ask certain questions," Harry said almost musingly. "Did you know that Sirius Black was named my Godfather through some sort of ritual or something?"

The old Marauder just stared at Harry for a long moment as his jaw sagged open.

He looked like he was about to recover his voice when internally evilly grinning Harry continued. "Yeah, my Account Manager at Gringotts seemed surprised that he was still alive because having betrayed me to Voldemort should have seen him die, he said."

Harry made a quizzical-looking face, "You know anything about that sort of stuff Mr. Lupin?"

Remus finally found his voice. "But, that's impossible! Everybody knew that he was the Secret Keeper for the spell that kept your parents hidden from Voldemort."

"Really?" Harry replied looking puzzled. "In the bequests section of the Will, my father mentioned that if they were dead, someone named Peter Pettigrew was a traitor and that he had 'sold them out'."

"Wait a moment," he said, raising his hand in the 'don't argue with me' position. "Ypres, please bring me my copy of my parent's will from the study."

Three seconds later, the Potter elf majordomo handed Harry the sheets of parchment that were the Last Will and Testament of his parents. It took Harry only moments to find the Bequests page, have Lupin cast a Geminio Spell on that sheet, and hand the copy to the soon-stunned-looking Lupin.

"Why don't you head up to your room, make sure your stuff is put away to your satisfaction, and meet me down here for lunch when we will go over my list of what I think you need to do for me, and I want you to be able to add to that list."

The world-view-shattered man slowly started following Ypres out of the kitchen towards the main stairway.

"And he was the smart Marauder?" he thought. "Maybe all my future knowledge of him is going to be useless? As my Mum wrote, 'the four of them had been inseparable,' so I hope that that translates over to Uncle Mooney being someone who will become a friend.

I need friends. And I need competent adults. Both are something very hard to find."

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Wednesday came all too fast for Harry. He had owled Ron that he would meet them at the Leaky Cauldron at ten o'clock in the morning for their Hogwarts shopping trip.

Harry had been looking forward to today as when he got his hands on that diary. It meant nobody was going to awaken the basilisk, and he was not going to have to go down to the Chamber of Secrets and try to kill that damn snake that had technically killed him twice already.

He was grumbling to himself as he was waiting for the perpetually late Weasley clan to arrive. One of the reasons for his disgruntlement was the clothes he was wearing. He had dredged up a set of the baby whale's 'five-sizes-too-large, hand-me-down pants and shirts to wear under his open robe for the trip, complete with some attached tracking charms, so that no one would question him about why and how he had gotten nice clothes, and Fumbledork would happily know where he was for the day. He especially did not want Molly Weasley to notice and alert Albus Dumbledore to Harry having money and wearing nice clothes.

That comment by Erzelkendis about Mrs. Weasley wanting Ron and Ginny to be his only friends at Hogwarts had sat heavily on Harry's mind. He was confused by it. He was such a fair-weather "friend", and even after the Chamber, she was too shy and fan girl star-struck to approach him. Mrs. Weasley's co-conspirators were rather inept.

"Yeah? Well, how come you never noticed it the first time around, smart guy?" he thought.

Monday at a meeting with Gringotts, he, Remus, and Tongueripper all agreed he needed another three weeks before his elevation to being Lord Potter would be unable to be reversed by current laws, and Fumbledork's supposed magical guardianship would be gone. And the last two agreed that any moves to have him removed from his lordship after that would probably see the Wizengamot vote him out of his Chief Warlock role.

It had taken Remus almost half an hour to get Harry to understand that the powerful Lords of Houses would never allow any outsiders to have a say about who, and how, inheritances were passed on within a house. And whether they were Light, Dark, or Neutral, they would band together to firmly stomp anyone who suggested otherwise.

Including Dumbledore.

And, in less than a month or so, Harry was going to join that very exclusive club. And almost every one of the members would want to get their hooks into Harry, for their own use, or to separate him from Dumbledore.

The next day, Remus made a virtually unending list of ways the more unscrupulous would stalk him. Potions of control and submission. Charms of confusion and compulsion. Letters with compulsions layered into the writing. Letters that had the parchment soaked in controlling potions or poison.

Cleverly worded letters offering their daughters, (or possibly their sons.) in marriage, yet the wording would be used to control him. Daughters, or sons, could be ordered to seduce Harry so there could be an at-wand-point marriage ceremony. And love potions would have him thinking the whole idea of marrying that girl would be the greatest idea ever.

One of the last things he told Harry was that if he got a girl pregnant, he probably would not be able to find work or do any type of business in Britannia after Hogwarts, assuming he was not expelled. He would have to marry her. Not should marry, HAD to marry. The social and monetary penalties would be so severe, his family would be ruined and, to top it all off, there was no divorce in Britannia's wizarding culture. He would be stuck with the conniving b . . . witch for the rest of his life.

The noisy entrance of the Weasley family through the floo, fortunately, blew away the self-pitying thoughts Harry was having.

Percy had come through first, with his shiny ever-present Sixth-Year Prefect badge on his robe. The twins were followed by Ron and Ginny, then Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. After the round of happy greetings, with the twins happily verbally abusing Ron and Harry, and Percy when their Mum wasn't watching, or Ginny blushing neon red every time Harry caught her looking at him, Mrs. Weasley said, "Alright you lot, while Ginny, your father and I go to Gringotts, and get Ginny her school supplies, you get over to Flourish and Blott's and we will meet you there just before noon."

The woman then turned to Harry, "Dear, why don't you give me your vault key and I'll get you enough galleons to get your Hogwarts supplies."

"No bother, Mrs. Weasley, I was dropped off here early, so I already went to Gringotts."

Harry looked at her brightly, as though he had done something to be really proud of. "I only took fifteen galleons from my account, although I've heard the Defense books are going to be right expensive this year."

Harry was, of course, lying through his teeth. The hundred galleons (£ 3,500/$ 4,700) he had taken, and then converted over half of into United Kingdom pounds, was not the main reason for his prevarication.

He was not going to give his vault key away. It was his vault, and this time he would not so trusting as to give access to the gold his parents had left him to any demanding person who thought they should have access also.

Especially since he had never gotten his key back last time.

But . . . he still had to play the earnest, hapless waif to the oh-so-good-friend of Albus Dumbledore. The woman would rat him out in a heartbeat if she thought it was for his own good. Or if Fumblefork had told her to keep an eye on Harry and report back to him later. Which Harry was willing to bet had happened.

Harry had no idea what was going to happen, as without the Diabolical Duo and Ron having decided to secretly rescue Harry from his relatives, would he have spent time at the Burrow this year? Or would the poor, traumatized, he-needs-time-to-heal, so let's keep Harry isolated after Quirrell's death, plot have lasted all summer?

Mrs. Weasley plastered on a smile that did not reach her eyes. "Harry, dear, I'm not sure why Dumbledore allowed you to keep your vault key. I'm sure your parents would want an adult minding your finances, and then you wouldn't have to put up with those nasty goblins treating wizards like dirt beneath their feet."

Harry appeared to be in deep contemplation, then raised his eyes. "Sorry, Mrs. Weasley. But, this key is the only thing I have that belonged to my parents. I'll be keeping it."

Harry very deliberately did not mention he also had his father's invisibility cloak or his mother's grimoire. He had a feeling her knowledge of either or both would lead to a tirade about how irresponsible it was for him to have it, and that he should give them up immediately.

The insensitive red-headed harridan's jaw was working as she tried to come up with some counterargument, but after a few moments, she huffed, and latching onto Ginny, she stomped away towards the Alley and Gringotts, followed by her husband.

A quiet "Wow" from one of the remaining Weasleys had Harry turning back to them again.

The twins looked at each other, turned back to Harry, and started

"You know, Harry, I don't think I've . ."

"Ever seen someone refuse Mum and then . ."

"Be able to cut her off . ."

"From starting a good rant against . ."

"Them for not doing as they were told!" Fred ended.

Trying to shake off the twin's ping-pong speech delivery, Harry merely repeated himself. "This key is something my parents had created, and then they probably touched it. So, you see guys, it truly is the only thing I have of my parents."

At that reminder of what Harry had really been through, a pall settled over the group.

Realizing that a despondent Harry was not what he wanted Ron and the others to pass on to Mrs. Weasley. Especially, because if Ron thought about it, he knew about the cloak. And might tell her just to make her stop harping about 'poor Harry'. After all, she might persuade Fumbledork to let (make) Harry stay at the Burrow for the last weeks of summer. And that would be disastrous.

Harry searched for a distraction.

"Do you think we could stop at the Quidditch Supply store window?" he said as a distraction popped into his head. "If we make sure to leave by eleven o'clock, I'm sure we can still have a quick look at our class books before your parents get back."

Even Percy only grumbled a bit as the gaggle of redheads hurried through the crowd of shoppers to the all-things Quidditch shop and gathered around the window looking longingly at the gleaming broom mounted there.

Ron moaned in a way that Harry had only heard him use when talking about food. They quickly saw this broom was labeled Nimbus 2001.

The redheads all devolved into a raucous discussion that was quoting various quidditch magazine articles about how it was several miles per hour faster, but it turned slower than a 2000. Acceleration was where every one of the boys was quoting a different story as to how much the new broom actually accelerated faster. The discussion grew heated.

Everyone agreed that this upgraded broom was merely to whet everyone's appetite for next year's expected brand new model.

Harry tried to get the group to head for Flourish and Blott's but no one wanted to move. It finally took Percy telling his brothers that he was headed to the bookstore and when Mum got there, and they weren't there, the trouble they would be in, the lecture she would give them, and the extra chores Mum was sure to assign, would be all their own fault.

With great reluctance and dragging of feet, the three youngest Weasley boys shuffled into Diagon Alley's premier bookstore.

They had just spotted the adults when the sudden squeal from a bouncing, pointing Ginny brought everyone's attention to the huge poster showing the roguish smile, gleaming teeth, and perfectly coiffed blond hair of Gilderoy Lockhart. And buried near the bottom of the poster was, "Signing autographs from 12:30 to 4:30."

Harry had been reading the Daily Prophet, so he knew today Lockhart was signing books at the bookstore. It was Mrs. Weasley who had planned the trip so as to get Lockhart to sign his autograph on her copy of his latest best-selling book, and Harry had bet that piece of history wouldn't change.

His planning this time had been that instead of just dumping his collection of gifted books into Ginny's cauldron, he was going to offer all Lockhart's books to Ginny when during a search for a diary he had purchased earlier in the day, the diary was found in her cauldron where Malfoy had cleverly hidden it. A diary that he would say was 'accidentally' lost during the scuffle between Mr. Weasley and Malfoy Senior.

Since Harry wanted the confrontation between Mr. Weasley and Malfoy, he purposefully, instead of by chance, allowed himself to be seen by The Blond Writer Ponce, as opposed to the Malfoy ponces, and seemingly reluctantly was dragged into the photo session. During the session, with great fanfare and bombast, Lockhart grandly announced that he would be this year's Hogwarts, Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Then very publicly, and personally, gifted him the entire collection of Gilderoy Lockhart books.

Harry was staggering under the weight of all the gifted books towards Mr. Weasley and Ginny when he was relieved to hear the Pureblood Prat's voice speaking loudly to him.

"The famous Harry Potter," Draco sneered. "Can't even go into a bookstore without making the front page." (1) {Pg, 61, HP and the Chamber of Secrets, J.K. Rowling}

The meeting devolved from there nearly as Harry remembered. Ginny got insulted for defending Harry, Ron was stopped from punching Draco by Harry, (who had to drop his gifted book collection doing so) while Mr. Weasley was holding back Fred and George from physically joining the fray.

"Well, well, well - Arthur Weasley." (2) {Pgs. 61& 62, HP and the Sorcerer's Stone, J.K. Rowling}

The sneer in the elder Malfoy's voice showed his son was but a pale imitation of his father as he attempted to copy him.

"Lucius," said Mr. Weasley, nodding coldly.

"Busy time at the Ministry, I hear," said Mr. Malfoy. "All those raids . . . I hope they're paying you overtime."

He reached into Ginny's cauldron and extracted a very old, very battered copy of 'A Beginners Guide to Transfiguration'. (3) {Pg. 62, HP and the Sorcerer's Stone, J.K. Rowling}

"Obviously not," his sneer running full force.

Just as Harry remembered, the insults escalated until Malfoys' final insult of "and I thought your family could sink no lower -"

Ginny's cauldron was knocked over, spilling some of her books out, as the fight started. Shouting and yells abounded and bookshelves thundered down. It mostly occurred as Harry remembered, even ending with Hagrid breaking the fight up by pulling the two fathers apart.

And then the finale. Still holding Ginny's used Transfiguration book, Malfoy dropped it back into her cauldron, pulled himself away from Hagrid's grip, and with Draco in attendance, swept out of the bookstore.

Harry paid little attention to all the talk about how the fighting had gone. He was fixated on helping to find Ginny's books, and Lockhart's books, and replace most of them in the cauldron. While he was doing that, he was frantically trying to find the diary that was supposed to be in the cauldron.

Where was the diary? He had been frantically looking through the books in the cauldron, and then around the cauldron. He had just widened his search when an employee of the bookstore waved his wand and all the books and shelves that had been knocked over or strewn around the floor started flying through the air.

Harry stood there in stupefaction as the shelves suddenly straightened, books went from lying scattered on the floor to flying onto the shelves where they were supposed to be, leaving the area neater than it had been before the fracas.

Stunned and speechless, Harry could think of nothing to say to the young man who had just ruined everything. And he could not think of anything else to do except to start digging into the books in Ginny's cauldron again. That diary had to be there! It just had to!

Handing his tall pile of gifted books to Ron and Ginny without a word, he started pulling out every book in the cauldron, even giving their interiors a quick check, while the two redheads looked on in bewilderment.

The search only took a minute.

Nothing.

Ron managed to finally get over his surprise at Harry's actions.

"Um, Harry, uh, mate," he asked sounding very confused. "Wha'chu you lookin' for?"

Harry just stared at the small pile of books he had pulled out of Ginny's new cauldron.

Finally, giving himself a shake, he said dully, "I found a blank journal or diary of some kind and I bought it thinking I had never had anything like that before. I somehow lost it in the scuffle, and now I can't find it."

It was a story he had made up on the spot, but it felt right somehow. He really was despondent about losing the diary.

"Don't worry about it, mate. You can just get another one."

Harry was about to snap a reply when Mrs. Weasley bustled up and announced they were leaving after that disgraceful, public set-to.

"Harry, you should come with us to the Leakey. We can make sure that your relatives pick you up."

"Thank you for thinking about me, Mrs. Weasley, but because of Lockhart grabbing me, I still need to get my potion's supplies, some quills and inks, and get new school uniforms," Harry said with a determined, yet plucky smile. "I must be having a growth spurt. Last year's school robes are too small for me."

Harry followed the Weasley clan down the Alley until he reached Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions where he said his goodbyes and entered the clothing shop. Since he had just bought all new clothes there two weeks ago, he had no real need to be in the store except it made a good excuse to be with the Weasley family on the way to the Alley's entrance and then leave them.

Mrs. Weasley had fussed over him, but Harry assured her he would be home before dark. And he would, too. Except he was going to Potter Manor. Not Privet Drive.

Besides, he had already made plans to return to Diagon Alley with Hermione when she got back. She was going to have to hurry to get her school supplies bought before school started.

Since Mrs. Weasley was watching him like a hawk, Harry entered Madame Malkin's. After ordering another school uniform and another pair of those oh-so-comfortable shoes, Harry, confused, perplexed, yet fixated by the events in Flourish and Blott's, unthinkingly let his feet carry him back to the store.

There he once again stood where the fight between Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Weasley had occurred. Seeing all the books now neatly arranged by topic, suddenly gave Harry an idea. Maybe if he was lucky . . .

He proceeded to hunt through the store until he found the employee who had used the spell that had neatly set the books and shelves back to normal.

Finding him, he walked up and in an awed voice said, "Could you tell me what that spell was that you used to fix everything after that fight today? That was an amazing bit of spellwork, and my girlfriend, kinda likes marvelous spells. Could you show it to me?"

The young man's demeanor went from annoyed to puffing up and preening a little.

"That was the 'Return to as Before' charm. I learned it during my sixth year. It's a charm to make everything as it was before things got all jumbled up. We also use it to return books to where they are supposed to be, as many people misfile books, or are too lazy to put them back on their proper shelves," he said with his posture showing he was harkening back to being a bad-ass, spell-slinging Hogwarts student for a moment, instead of a clerk in a bookstore. "The wand work is an anti-clockwise three-circle, increasing spiral with a left sidewise flick at the end. The incantation is 'Redire ad priorem locum.'"

"Like this?" Harry pulled his wand out of his pocket and moved it as described.

"Yes. Tighten the spiral a bit, because if you make it too large, you need to pour more magic into the spell to make it work properly."

Harry quickly did a few more practice spirals and incantations without pushing any magic into the spell.

"Thank you," Harry said with a smirk as with his off-hand, he brushed his hair away from his scar. "You can tell your friends that you taught Harry Potter a new spell today."

"Now, could you tell me where you keep blank journals and diaries at?" he politely asked the shocked young man.

The stunned bookstore worker vaguely gestured and muttered. "Two aisles up, turn left, and about halfway down."

With a bright smile, Harry nodded and followed the directions where he did find what he had asked for.

"Now, if Merlin grants me some luck, maybe the diary ended up here after that spell. After all, it is a diary, and maybe it ended up in the diary/journal section. Even if it wasn't here before."

There did not seem to be any rhyme or reason to the order of the section on both sides of the aisle. Young girl-prancing-unicorns-on-the-cover diaries were mixed in with large, square spellcrafter's notebooks, and every type of journal, diary, and notebook in between.

Harry was ignoring the other person in the aisle as he was fixated on trying to spot the distinctive green (4) binding of Riddle's diary on the shelves in front of him.

He was starting to get a headache. It was centered on his scar. In fact, he realized, it was the same pain he remembered from being near Professor Quirrell three ye . . , no last year. It was not as bad as in the graveyard with the revived Moldy Shorts last spring. Or three years from now or whatever.

"I wonder," he thought.

"Hello, Harry Potter," came a soft, musical voice from behind him.

Harry whipped around so fast he almost tripped over his own feet. As he recovered, he ended up staring into the silver-grey eyes of a little wisp of a girl with long, wavy blonde hair.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. I'm Luna, Luna Lovegood, and I'm very pleased to meet you, except you have the worst infection of floating black chighoulies around your forehead that I've ever seen. Usually, I only see them around the arms of dark wizards."

Something about arms and dark magic spurred a memory in Harry from . . . fourth year?

Her gaze seemed to get even more innocent, "Are you a dark wizard, Harry Potter?"

"Um . . um, uh, I don't think I've become a dark wizard," a thoroughly confused Harry muttered.

"Hmmm, most peculiar," she said now concentrating on where his scar was. "Your scar radiates a blackness that chighoulies gain energy from. Maybe it's from that Killing Curse when you were a baby."

"But, why does your forehead blackness have a black string running in that direction?" she queried, pointing over Harry's right shoulder.

"Huh?" exclaimed Harry, staring at the girl before spinning around to look where she had pointed. It took a few moments but then suddenly he could also 'feel' where the diary was.

Almost in a daze, he started towards where he felt the book was.

With each step, the throbbing in his scar intensified.

Harry was trying to think as he struggled to force his way to the diary through the pain that was almost as strong as that which had driven him to his knees in the mirror room first year.

Suddenly a feeling of calmness, and goodness, flowed into him. He realized that the girl, Luna, had grabbed his hand, and the feelings that were helping him were coming from her.

At his look, she merely smiled. "You looked like you could use a hand," she said guilelessly.

He was now thoroughly confused but turned back towards his quest of finding the diary.

Another couple of steps, and he could see the green-bound diary sitting on a shelf about eye height.

Feeling he was close enough, Harry pulled and raised his wand.

"Accio, Tom Riddle's diary."

The volume did not even twitch.

"Shitte! He made it non-summonable! Now what? I really, really do not want to touch that accursed thing."

"Here, Harry Potter, you look like you need this more than I do," the spacey-sounding blonde said handing him a newspaper of some kind in her other hand.

Harry stood for a moment and fought to think through the pounding in his skull. He tried to claw the memory out. It was during their research on the third task when Hermione told him about a transfiguration spell she found that would have cut off the diary's energy flow that was killing Ginny and feeding the energy to Voldemort.

Harry had spent a few minutes fooling around with the wand movements and incantation, but left off as it was not a spell he would need in the maze.

Harry stared at the paper, then tapped it with his wand and muttered, "Texere argento, et serico", while pouring his intent into the transfiguration.

That was the great revelation of Fourth-Year transfiguration. Concentration, visualization, and intent were the absolute keys to a successful transfiguration.

Harry suddenly had a tightly woven silver and acromantula silk bag large enough to fit the diary in. He carefully turned the bag partly inside-out, gingerly grabbed the diary with it like he was wearing a glove, and pulled the diary off the shelf.

Carefully, he then pulled the bag into proper shape, covering the diary completely, and folding the top closed. A Sticking Charm to keep the top from opening, and Bob's your Uncle.

He had poured a lot of magic into the transfiguration, and the resulting weariness had him sag slightly.

"That was a very interesting transfiguration spell, Harry Potter," came the airy voice of his admirer, distracting him from the fact his headache was lessoning rapidly. "That was a very evil feeling book, but you seem to know what you are doing. I'm impressed."

Now that the crisis was over, Harry took the time to look at the girl who had just helped him with the fight against the horcruxes thing that Upper Management said he should destroy. He had no idea how to do that without a basilisk venom-dripping fang. Or the Sword of Gryffindor infused with basilisk venom. Erzelkendis had said the Sword of Gryffindor infused with basilisk venom would work like a basilisk fang.

But to impregnate the sword with venom he would . . .

Harry had been concentrating so much on acquiring the diary, he had skipped right past the now horribly shocking realization that he was going to have to either incapacitate or kill, the huge arsed basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets if he was to have a method to kill off the other horcruxes things with basilisk venom.

"Harry Potter, are you alright? You look like you're about to pass out."

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A/N:

One, Two and Three. Virtually quoted passages from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, pages as noted, written by J.K. Rowling.

Four. Green binding on the diary. Canon is that it has a black cover. A real Slytherin would want green. So, I changed it.

Way back in Ch. 2, it was mentioned that he could develop the ability to sense a nearby horcrux. Question is, with his abilities not being spelled and potion degraded, will he realize what is happening? Or will he remain canon fourth-year dim bulb.