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Chapter Eleven: The Dueling Club

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Reading Chapter Eleven: The Dueling Club

Category: Harry Potter - Rating: PG - Genres: Drama - Characters: Harry - Published: 2013/01/10 - Updated: 2013/01/10 - 8313 words - Complete

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"Chapter Eleven: The Dueling Club" George read as several students groaned.

Harry woke up on Sunday morning to find the dormitory blazing with winter sunlight and his arm reboned

Hermione opened her mouth but Harry cut her off. "I know it isn't a word." He said quickly.

but very stiff. He sat up quickly and looked over at Colin's bed, but it had been blocked from view by the high curtains Harry had changed behind yesterday. Seeing that he was awake, Madam Pomfrey came bustling over with a breakfast tray and then began bending and stretching his arm and fingers.
"All in order," she said as he clumsily fed himself porridge left-handed. "When you've finished eating, you may leave."

"She let you leave that early?" Remus asked in surprise. "She kept me once for two days after I had taken the Skele-Gro."

"What can I say, I'm special." Harry said with a straight face.

"Yes but Harry," George began.

"There are schools for that now." Fred finished and they both laughed at Harry's glare.

Harry dressed as quickly as he could and hurried off to Gryffindor Tower, desperate to tell Ron and Hermione about Colin and Dobby, but they weren't there. Harry left to look for them, wondering where they could have got to and feeling slightly hurt that they weren't interested in whether he had his bones back or not.

"Of course we were interested, we just had slightly more important things to worry about," Ron said.

"Uh-huh." Harry said with a smile to let his friend know he was kidding.

As Harry passed the library, Percy Weasley strolled out of it, looking in far better spirits than last time they'd met.

Percy blushed as he remembered what would have caused him to be in such high spirits. He really did miss Penelope, but like his parents, she believed all the rumors about You-Know-Who and Dumbledore being right.

"Oh, hello, Harry," he said. "Excellent flying yesterday, really excellent. Gryffindor has just taken the lead for the House Cup - you earned fifty points!"
"You haven't seen Ron or Hermione, have you?" said Harry.
"No, I haven't," said Percy, his smile fading. "I hope Ron's not in another girls' toilet ..."

"Of course that's where he is!" Fred laughed. "Where else would he be?"

Harry forced a laugh, watched Percy walk out of sight, and then headed straight for Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. He couldn't see why Ron and Hermione would be in there again, but after making sure that neither Filch nor any prefects were around, he opened the door and heard their voices coming from a locked stall.

"Oh voices were there Harry?" George broke off saying.

"You sure you didn't see anything?" Fred stressed and they laughed at the beet red color that was on Ron's face, as well as Hermione burying her head.

"It's me," he said, closing the door behind him. There was a clunk, a splash, and a gasp from within the stall and he saw Hermione's eye peering through the keyhole.

Simultaneously, Fred and George each raised their right eyebrow.

`Harry!" she said. "You gave us such a fright - come in. How's your arm?"
"Fine," said Harry, squeezing into the stall. An old cauldron was perched on the toilet, and a crackling from under the rim told Harry they had lit a fire beneath it.

"Wait, all three of you, plus a cauldron fit into one stall?" Neville asked in confusion.

"Big stalls," Ron said simply.

"Not that big," Harry corrected. "I think I was squished a few inches."

Conjuring up portable, waterproof fires was a speciality of Hermione's.

There were many snickers (Remus hid his mouth behind his hand to hide his grin) and open laughter (Fred and George) as they recalled Hermione setting Snape on fire. Snape glared at Hermione who refused to meet his eyes.

"We'd've come to meet you, but we decided to get started on the Polyjuice Potion," Ron explained as Harry, with difficulty, locked the stall again. "We've decided this is the safest place to hide it."

"In a girl's toilet."

"Well," Ron defended "Who would want to go and purposefully have a conversation with Moaning Myrtle?"

"Myrtle is actually quite nice," Luna said mildly.

"Luna, that's who." Neville answered Ron's question.

Harry started to tell them about Colin, but Hermione interrupted.

"I'm sure the heads already told their houses," Remus said.

"We already know - we heard Professor McGonagall telling Professor Flitwick this morning. That's why we decided we'd better get going-"
"The sooner we get a confession out of Malfoy, the better," snarled Ron. "D'you know what I think? He was in such a foul temper after the Quidditch match, he took it out on Colin."

"But what has that boy ever done to him?" Mrs. Weasley demanded angrily.

"I think that is partly the point Molly dear," Mr. Weasley said, trying to calm her.

"There's something else," said Harry, watching Hermione tearing bundles of knotgrass and throwing them into the potion. "Dobby came to visit me in the middle of the night."
Ron and Hermione looked up, amazed. Harry told them everything Dobby had told him - or hadn't told him. Hermione and Ron listened with their mouths open.
"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened before?" Hermione said.

"Yes it was," Dumbledore said solemnly, reflecting on previous time it had been opened,

"This settles it," said Ron in a triumphant voice. "Lucius Malfoy must've opened the Chamber when he was at school here and now he's told dear old Draco how to do it.

"No he didn't." Remus said at once.

"Why not?" Ron questioned.

"Because Lucius Malfoy was five years ahead of us at school." Remus said and seeing the twins smirks added, "Which wasn't fifty years ago." Fred and George just chuckled.

It's obvious. Wish Dobby'd told you what kind of monster's in there, though. I want to know how come nobody's noticed it sneaking around the school."

"Wouldn't we all?" Remus muttered to himself.

"Maybe it can make itself invisible," said Hermione, prodding leeches to the bottom of the cauldron. "Or maybe it can disguise itself - pretend to be a suit of armor or something - I've read about Chameleon Ghouls-"
"You read too much, Hermione," said Ron,

"What? It's true!" Ron protested to the look Hermione was giving him.

"Yes but you see Ron, you don't go saying things like to her, or any girl." Fred explained as though talking to a child.

"Or she will hurt you." George added.

pouring dead lacewings on top of the leeches. He crumpled up the empty lacewing bag and looked at Harry.
"So Dobby stopped us from getting on the train and broke your arm." He shook his head. "You know what, Harry? If he doesn't stop trying to save your life he's going to kill you."

"You know, I actually think you might have had a point Ron," Harry mused with a grin. "Maybe I should talk to him about that."

The news that Colin Creevey had been attacked and was now lying as though dead in the hospital wing had spread through the entire school by Monday morning. The air was suddenly thick with rumor and suspicion. The first years were now moving around the castle in tight-knit groups, as though scared they would be attacked if they ventured forth alone.

"You cant really blame them for that," Professor McGonagall sighed and Harry jumped. For the past few chapters, the professor's had been so quiet he almost forgot about them.

Ginny Weasley, who sat next to Colin Creevey in Charms, was distraught, but Harry felt that Fred and George were going the wrong way about cheering her up. They were taking turns covering themselves with fur or boils and jumping out at her from behind statues.

"Sorry about that Ginny," they apologized, truly looking sorry.

"You did what?" Mrs. Weasley yelled.

"Mum its all right," Ginny said tiredly. "They couldn't have known."

They only stopped when Percy, apoplectic with rage, told them he was going to write to Mrs. Weasley and tell her Ginny was having nightmares.
Meanwhile, hidden from the teachers, a roaring trade in talismans, amulets, and other protective devices was sweeping the school.

"Actually, it wasn't that well hidden," Professor Flitwick squeaked.

"You knew about it and you didn't stop it?" Umbridge said sweetly. "Even when they were selling illegal items?"

"But it did give the students peace of mind. Surely that couldn't be all that bad could it Dolores?" Professor McGonagall said, her tone almost matching Umbridge's.

Neville Longbottom bought a large, evil-smelling green onion, a pointed purple crystal, and a rotting newt tail before the other Gryffindor boys pointed out that he was in no danger; he was a pure-blood, and therefore unlikely to be attacked.
"They went for Filch first," Neville said, his round face fearful. "And everyone knows I'm almost a Squib."

"No you're not Neville!" Harry said shaking his head.

"Yeah, I mean, look at how well you've done in-"

"Herbology this year." Hermione said quickly cutting Ron off. Under her breath she hissed, "You almost told them!"

In the second week of December Professor McGonagall came around as usual, collecting names of those who would be staying at school for Christmas. Harry, Ron, and Hermione signed her list; they had heard that Malfoy was staying, which struck them as very suspicious. The holidays would be the perfect time to use the Polyjuice Potion and try to worm a confession out of him.
Unfortunately, the potion was only half finished. They still needed the bicorn horn and the boomslang skin, and the only place they were going to get them was from Snape's private stores.

Snape's eyes narrowed. He knew that Potter had stolen from him, and now he would have the proof of it.

Hermione meanwhile, saw the expression on Snape's face and shrank in her seat a little. She had already set him on fire, wait until he found out that she stole from his stores as well.

Harry privately felt he'd rather face Slytherin's legendary monster than let Snape catch him robbing his office.

"And before anyone asks, yes I still would." Harry said quickly, seeing the curiosity in Fred and George's eyes.

"What we need," said Hermione briskly as Thursday afternoon's double Potions lesson loomed nearer, "is a diversion. Then one of us can sneak into Snape's office and take what we need." Harry and Ron looked at her nervously.
"I think I'd better do the actual stealing," Hermione continued

Fred gasped and George dropped the book. "What!" They exclaimed.

"How come –,"

"After all this time –,"

"We've never seen –"

"This side of you!" They finished and Hermione blushed, but her voice was still strong.

"Because I only break the rules if it is absolutely necessary." She said. "And none of your little toys are necessary."

"T-toys?" George spluttered.

Harry rolled his eyes. "George, just pick up the book and read. You can have this fight later."

in a matter-of-fact tone. "You two will be expelled if you get into any more trouble, and I've got a clean record. So all you need to do is cause enough mayhem to keep Snape busy for five minutes or so."

"Miss Granger." Snape said in a menacing tone. "I believe we shall have to have a talk after this book."

Hermione looked down and sank in her seat.

"Severus, is that really necessary?" Remus cut in. "I would think that you should be proud of her abilities! Brewing the Polyjuice Potion in second year? Clearly she must have learned something in your classes, is that really something you wish to punish?"

McGonagall took in Snape's closed off, but no longer furious, expression. "And that," she whispered to Pamona Sprout, "Is how the Marauders always managed to get out of trouble."

Having heard the exchange, Remus grinned at his former Head of House.

Harry smiled feebly. Deliberately causing mayhem in Snape's Potions class was about as safe as poking a sleeping dragon in the eye.

"And you know this how?" Fred asked Harry curiously.

"Norbert." Harry said shortly.

Potions lessons took place in one of the large dungeons. Thursday afternoon's lesson proceeded in the usual way. Twenty cauldrons stood steaming between the wooden desks, on which stood brass scales and jars of ingredients. Snape prowled through the fumes, making waspish remarks about the Gryffindors' work while the Slytherins sniggered appreciatively.

"Are you certain that there is no favoritism in your classes Severus?" McGonagall said crisply, but her lips were twitching.

"No more than there is in yours Minerva," Snape replied in the same manner, without the lip twitching.

Draco Malfoy, who was Snape's favorite student, kept flicking puffer-fish eyes at Ron and Harry, who knew that if they retaliated they would get detention faster than you could say "Unfair."
Harry's Swelling Solution was far too runny, but he had his mind on more important things. He was waiting for Hermione's signal, and he hardly listened as Snape paused to sneer at his watery potion. When Snape turned and walked off to bully Neville, Hermione caught Harry's eye and nodded.
Harry ducked swiftly down behind his cauldron, pulled one of Fred's Filibuster fireworks out of his pocket,

"I wondered what happened to that," Fred said. "Glad it went to good use."

and gave it a quick prod with his wand. The firework began to fizz and sputter. Knowing he had only seconds, Harry straightened up, took aim, and lobbed it into the air; it landed right on target in Goyle's cauldron.

"Excellent aim Harry," George applauded but quickly continued to read under his mother's glare.

Goyle's potion exploded, showering the whole class. People shrieked as splashes of the Swelling Solution hit them. Malfoy got a faceful and his nose began to swell like a balloon; Goyle blundered around, his hands over his eyes, which had expanded to the size of a dinner plate

"Serves them right," Ron said under his breath. "Gits."

- Snape was trying to restore calm and find out what had happened. Through the confusion, Harry saw Hermione slip quietly into Snape's office.
"Silence! SILENCE!" Snape roared. "Anyone who has been splashed, come here for a Deflating Draft - when I find out who did this-"
Harry tried not to laugh as he watched Malfoy hurry forward, his head drooping with the weight of a nose like a small melon.

Having no such worries now, Harry laughed out loud, as did Ron and the twins.

As half the class lumbered up to Snape's desk, some weighted down with arms like clubs, others unable to talk through gigantic puffed-up lips, Harry saw Hermione slide back into the dungeon, the front of her robes bulging.
When everyone had taken a swig of antidote and the various swellings had subsided, Snape swept over to Goyle's cauldron and scooped out the twisted black remains of the firework. There was a sudden hush.
"If I ever find out who threw this," Snape whispered, "I shall make sure that person is expelled."

Snape's narrowed eyes fell on Harry who stared calmly back. He wasn't going to let Snape scare him. Not this time at least.

Harry arranged his face into what he hoped was a puzzled expression.

"You really need to work on that," Ron laughed.

"You're not much better," Harry teased back.

Snape was looking right at him, and the bell that rang ten minutes later could not have been more welcome.
"He knew it was me," Harry told Ron and Hermione as they hurried back to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. "I could tell."
Hermione threw the new ingredients into the cauldron and began to stir feverishly.
"It'll be ready in two weeks," she said happily.
"Snape can't prove it was you," said Ron reassuringly to Harry. "What can he do?"
"Knowing Snape, something foul," said Harry as the potion frothed and bubbled.

A week later, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were walking across the entrance hall when they saw a small knot of people gathered around the notice board, reading a piece of parchment that had just been pinned up. Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas beckoned them over, looking excited.
"They're starting a Dueling Club!" said Seamus. "First meeting tonight! I wouldn't mind dueling lessons; they might come in handy one of these days..."

"Too right they will." Harry said glaring at the Ministry members. "Heaven forbid we actually learn how to defend ourselves."

"What, you reckon Slytherin's monster can duel?" said Ron,

"Not anymore," Harry said grimly and Remus looked over at him. He already had the feeling that Harry would meet the monster, but he was valiantly hoping he was wrong.

but he, too, read the sign with interest.
"Could be useful," he said to Harry and Hermione as they went into dinner. "Shall we go?"
Harry and Hermione were all for it, so at eight o'clock that evening they hurried back to the Great Hall. The long dining tables had vanished and a golden stage had appeared along one wall, lit by thousands of candles floating overhead. The ceiling was velvety black once more and most of the school seemed to be packed beneath it, all carrying their wands and looking excited.
"I wonder who'll be teaching us?" said Hermione as they edged into the chattering crowd. "Someone told me Flitwick was a dueling champion when he was young - maybe it'll be him."

"Unfortunately not," Flitwick squeaked from the table.

"As long as it's not -" Harry began, but he ended on a groan:

"Let me guess. Lockhart?" Remus sighed, knowing that anywhere he was, it wouldn't end well for Harry.

Gilderoy Lockhart was walking onto the stage, resplendent in robes of deep plum and accompanied by none other than Snape, wearing his usual black.
Lockhart waved an arm for silence and called "Gather round, gather round! Can everyone see me? Can you all hear me?

"Unfortunately," Harry said with a frown and Ron, Neville and the twins sniggered.

Excellent!
"Now, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little dueling club, to train you all in case you ever need to defend yourselves as I myself have done on countless occasions - for full details, see my published works.
"Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape," said Lockhart, flashing a wide smile. "He tells me he knows a tiny little bit about dueling himself and has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration before we begin. Now, I don't want any of you youngsters to worry - you'll still have your Potions master when I'm through with him, never fear!"

"It's not him I'd be worried about." Remus said grimly. He knew that Snape was an excellent dueler and could easily overpower Lockhart. Well, most people could easily overpower Lockhart, but still.

"Wouldn't it be good if they finished each other off?" Ron muttered in Harry's ear.
Snape's upper lip was curling. Harry wondered why Lockhart was still smiling; if Snape had been looking at him like that he'd have been running as fast as he could in the opposite direction.

"Good to know." Snape said under his breath.

Lockhart and Snape turned to face each other and bowed; at least, Lockhart did, with much twirling of his hands, whereas Snape jerked his head irritably. Then they raised their wands like swords in front of them.
"As you see, we are holding our wands in the accepted combative position," Lockhart told the silent crowd. "On the count of three, we will cast our first spells. Neither of us will be aiming to kill, of course."
"I wouldn't bet on that," Harry murmured, watching Snape baring his teeth.
"One - two - three-"
Both of them swung their wands above their heads and pointed them at their opponent; Snape cried: "Expelliarmus!" There was a dazzling flash of scarlet light and Lockhart was blasted off his feet: He flew backward off the stage, smashed into the wall, and slid down it to sprawl on the floor.

"Excellent!" The twins cried and Remus laughed.

"He couldn't have even stopped a disarming spell?"

Malfoy and some of the other Slytherins cheered. Hermione was dancing on tiptoes. "Do you think he's all right?" she squealed through her fingers.

"Who cares?" Fred and George said together.

"Who cares?" said Harry and Ron together.

"Hey we think like Ron and Harry!" They continued.

"I'm Ron!" George said.

"But I don't want to be a scrawny git!" Fred complained like a small child.

"Oh shut up!" Harry said rolling his eyes good naturedly.

Lockhart was getting unsteadily to his feet. His hat had fallen off and his wavy hair was standing on end.
"Well, there you have it!" he said, tottering back onto the platform. "That was a Disarming Charm - as you see, I've lost my wand - ah, thank you, Miss Brown - yes, an excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape, but if you don't mind my saying so, it was very obvious what you were about to do. If I had wanted to stop you it would have been only too easy - however, I felt it would be instructive to let them see..."

"Of course you did," Remus said rolling his eyes.

Snape was looking murderous. Possibly Lockhart had noticed, because he said, "Enough demonstrating! I'm going to come amongst you now and put you all into pairs. Professor Snape, if you'd like to help me-"
They moved through the crowd, matching up partners. Lockhart teamed Neville with Justin Finch-Fletchley, but Snape reached Harry and Ron first.
"Time to split up the dream team, I think," he sneered. "Weasley, you can partner Finnigan.

"Er Ron?" Ginny said. "Isn't your wand broken?"

Ron grumbled something along the lines of, "Didn't think about it then."

Potter-"
Harry moved automatically toward Hermione.
"I don't think so," said Snape, smiling coldly. "Mr. Malfoy, come over here. Let's see what you make of the famous Potter. And you, Miss Granger - you can partner Miss Bulstrode."
Malfoy strutted over, smirking. Behind him walked a Slytherin girl who reminded Harry of a picture he'd seen in Holidays with Hags. She was large and square and her heavy jaw jutted aggressively. Hermione gave her a weak smile that she did not return.
"Face your partners!" called Lockhart, back on the platform. "And bow!"
Harry and Malfoy barely inclined their heads, not taking their eyes off each other.

"This wont end well," Remus said wisely. "For either of you."

"Wands at the ready!" shouted Lockhart. "When I count to three, cast your charms to disarm your opponents - only to disarm them - we don't want any accidents - one ... two ... three-"
Harry swung his wand high, but Malfoy had already started on "two": His spell hit Harry so hard he felt as though he'd been hit over the head with a saucepan. He stumbled, but everything still seemed to be working, and wasting no more time, Harry pointed his wand straight at Malfoy and shouted, "Rictusempra!"

"And there went 'Disram only'." Remus sighed.

A jet of silver light hit Malfoy in the stomach and he doubled up, wheezing.
"I said disarm only!" Lockhart shouted

"What do you know Remus?" Harry said teasingly, "You sound like Lockhart!"

Remus groaned. "Great. Just what I needed."

in alarm over the heads of the battling crowd, as Malfoy sank to his knees; Harry had hit him with a Tickling Charm, and he could barely move for laughing. Harry hung back, with a vague feeling it would be unsporting to bewitch Malfoy while he was on the floor,

"You see? You are too noble for your own good!" Hermione said but Harry shrugged.

but this was a mistake; gasping for breath, Malfoy pointed his wand at Harry's knees, choked, " Tarantallegra!" and the next second Harry's legs began to jerk around out of his control in a kind of quickstep.
"Stop! Stop!" screamed Lockhart, but Snape took charge. "Finite Incantatem!" he shouted; Harry's feet stopped dancing, Malfoy stopped laughing, and they were able to look up.
A haze of greenish smoke was hovering over the scene. Both Neville and Justin were lying on the floor, panting; Ron was holding up an ashen-faced Seamus, apologizing for whatever his broken wand had done;

"I wasn't even sure what it had done," Ron grimaced.

but Hermione and Millicent Bulstrode were still moving; Millicent had Hermione in a headlock and Hermione was whimpering in pain; both their wands lay forgotten on the floor. Harry leapt forward and pulled Millicent off. It was difficult: She was a lot bigger than he was.
"Dear, dear," said Lockhart, skittering through the crowd, looking at the aftermath of the duels. "Up you go, Macmillan..."
"Careful there, Miss Fawcett... Pinch it hard, it'll stop bleeding in a second,"
"I think I'd better teach you how to block unfriendly spells," said Lockhart,

"You think?" Harry said sarcastically.

standing flustered in the midst of the hall. He glanced at Snape, whose black eyes glinted, and looked quickly away. "Let's have a volunteer pair - Longbottom and Finch-Fletchley, how about you-"
"A bad idea, Professor Lockhart," said Snape, gliding over like a large and malevolent bat. "Longbottom causes devastation with the simplest spells. We'll be sending what's left of Finch-Fletchley up to the hospital wing in a matchbox."

"Severus!" McGonagall scolded. "You are supposed to treat students with respect!"

Neville's round, pink face went pinker. "How about Malfoy and Potter?" said Snape with a twisted smile.
"Excellent idea!" said Lockhart, gesturing Harry and Malfoy into the middle of the hall as the crowd backed away to give them room.
"Now, Harry," said Lockhart. "When Draco points his wand at you, you do this."
He raised his own wand, attempted a complicated sort of wiggling action, and dropped it. Snape smirked as Lockhart quickly picked it up, saying, "Whoops - my wand is a little overexcited-"

"Why not just teach them Portego?" Remus asked. "It would be easier and more effective."

"This is Lockhart we're talking about," Harry reminded him.

"True."

Snape moved closer to Malfoy, bent down, and whispered something in his ear. Malfoy smirked, too. Harry looked up nervously at Lockhart and said, "Professor, could you show me that blocking thing again?"
"Scared?" muttered Malfoy, so that Lockhart couldn't hear him.
"You wish," said Harry out of the corner of his mouth.
Lockhart cuffed Harry merrily on the shoulder. "Just do what I did, Harry!"

"What, drop his wand?" Ginny said sarcastically.

"What, drop my wand?"

"They think a like!" Fred and George cried.

But Lockhart wasn't listening.
"Three - two - one - go!" he shouted.
Malfoy raised his wand quickly and bellowed, "Serpensortia!"
The end of his wand exploded. Harry watched, aghast, as a long black snake shot out of it, fell heavily onto the floor between them, and raised itself, ready to strike. There were screams as the crowd backed swiftly away, clearing the floor.
"Don't move, Potter," said Snape lazily, clearly enjoying the sight of Harry standing motionless, eye to eye with the angry snake. "I'll get rid of it..."
"Allow me!" shouted Lockhart.

"No, don't allow him!" Ron said shaking his head.

He brandished his wand at the snake and there was a loud bang; the snake, instead of vanishing, flew ten feet into the air and fell back to the floor with a loud smack. Enraged, hissing furiously, it slithered straight toward Justin Finch-Fletchley and raised itself again, fangs exposed, poised to strike.
Harry wasn't sure what made him do it. He wasn't even aware of deciding to do it. All he knew was that his legs were carrying him forward as though he was on casters and that he had shouted stupidly at the snake, "Leave him alone!" And miraculously - inexplicably - the snake slumped to the floor, docile as a thick, black garden hose, its eyes now on Harry. Harry felt the fear drain out of him. He knew the snake wouldn't attack anyone now, though how he knew it, he couldn't have explained.

"Oh because I can talk to snakes," Harry said casually.

` He looked up at Justin, grinning, expecting to see Justin looking relieved, or puzzled, or even grateful - but certainly not angry and scared.
"What do you think you're playing at?" he shouted, and before Harry could say anything, Justin had turned and stormed out of the hall.
Snape stepped forward, waved his wand, and the snake vanished in a small puff of black smoke. Snape, too, was looking at Harry in an unexpected way: It was a shrewd and calculating look, and Harry didn't like it. He was also dimly aware of an ominous muttering all around the walls.

"You should get out of there quickly," Luna said.

Then he felt a tugging on the back of his robes.
"Come on," said Ron's voice in his ear. "Move - come on-"
Ron steered him out of the hall, Hermione hurrying alongside them. As they went through the doors, the people on either side drew away as though they were frightened of catching something. Harry didn't have a clue what was going on, and neither Ron nor Hermione explained anything until they had dragged him all the way up to the empty Gryffindor common room.

"They were ganging up on you eh Harry?" Neville said.

"Not the first, and definitely not the last time either," Harry replied.

Then Ron pushed Harry into an armchair and said, "You're a Parselmouth. Why didn't you tell us?"

"Because I didn't think it was important," Harry answered.

"I'm a what?" said Harry.
"A Parselmouth!" said Ron. "You can talk to snakes!"
"I know," said Harry. "I mean, that's only the second time I've ever done it. I accidentally set a boa constrictor on my cousin Dudley at the zoo once - long story - but it was telling me it had never seen Brazil and I sort of set it free without meaning to that was before I knew I was a wizard-"

"Okay, maybe that wasn't the best way of telling the story," Harry admitted.

"You think?" Ron replied with an eye roll.

"A boa constrictor told you it had never seen Brazil?" Ron repeated faintly.
"So?" said Harry. "I bet loads of people here can do it."
"Oh, no they can't," said Ron. "It's not a very common gift. Harry, this is bad."
"What's bad?" said Harry, starting to feel quite angry. "What's wrong with everyone? Listen, if I hadn't told that snake not to attack Justin-"
"Oh, that's what you said to it?"

"Yes, well sort of." Harry replied.

"What d'you mean? You were there - you heard me-"
"I heard you speaking Parseltongue," said Ron. "Snake language. You could have been saying anything - no wonder Justin panicked, you sounded like you were egging the snake on or something - it was creepy, you know-"

"That wasn't exactly reassuring you know mate," Harry told Ron.

"Sorry," he answered sheepishly. "But well, I was kind of in shock."

Harry gaped at him.
"I spoke a different language? But - I didn't realize - how can I speak a language without knowing I can speak it?"
Ron shook his head. Both he and Hermione were looking as though someone had died. Harry couldn't see what was so terrible.
"D'you want to tell me what's wrong with stopping a massive snake biting off Justin's head?" he said. "What does it matter how I did it as long as Justin doesn't have to join the Headless Hunt?"

"Because now people will believe that you are descended from Slytherin because he was the most famous Pareselmouth to date." Remus said.

"Not necessarily." Harry said with a grimace. "Voldemort's one too."

"Yes but not many people were aware of that," Remus answered with a shrug. "Many still aren't."

"It matters," said Hermione, speaking at last in a hushed voice, "because being able to talk to snakes was what Salazar Slytherin was famous for. That's why the symbol of Slytherin House is a serpent."
Harry's mouth fell open.
"Exactly," said Ron. "And now the whole school's going to think you're his great-great-great-great-grandson or something-"
"But I'm not," said Harry, with a panic he couldn't quite explain.

"No you're not. You're probably more closely related to either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw if memory serves me right," Remus said thoughtfully.

"How do you know that?" Harry asked, stunned.

"Your father was quite proud to boast that in an attempt to get Lily's attention. We thought he was making it up until his father told us it was true."

"You'll find that hard to prove," said Hermione. "He lived about a thousand years ago; for all we know, you could be."
Harry lay awake for hours that night. Through a gap in the curtains around his four-poster he watched snow starting to drift past the tower window and wondered...
Could he be a descendant of Salazar Slithering? He didn't know anything about his father's family, after all. The Dursleys had always forbidden questions about his wizarding relatives.

"Is there a family tree like the one Snuffles has?" Harry asked and Remus shrugged.

"It's entirely possible but there wasn't one in the old manor."

"Manor?" Harry asked in surprise.

"I'll explain later," Remus told him and gestured for George to continue.

Quietly, Harry tried to say something in Parseltongue. The words wouldn't come. It seemed he had to be face-to-face with a snake to do it.
But I'm in Gryffindor, Harry thought. The Sorting Hat wouldn't have put me in here if I had Slytherin blood...
Ah, said a nasty little voice in his brain, but the Sorting Hat wanted to put you in Slytherin, don't you remember?
Harry turned over. He'd see Justin the next day in Herbology and he'd explain that he'd been calling the snake off, not egging it on, which (he thought angrily, pummeling his pillow) any fool should have realized.
By next morning, however, the snow that had begun in the night had turned into a blizzard so thick that the last Herbology lesson of the term was canceled: Professor Sprout wanted to fit socks and scarves on the Mandrakes, a tricky operation she would entrust to no one else, now that it was so important for the Mandrakes to grow quickly and revive Mrs. Norris and Colin Creevey.
Harry fretted about this next to the fire in the Gryffindor common room, while Ron and Hermione used their time off to play a game of wizard chess.

"Who won?" Neville asked.

"Ron of course," Harry said automatically. "Sorry Hermione, but you know we'll never beat him."

"For heaven's sake, Harry," said Hermione, exasperated, as one of Ron's bishops wrestled her knight off his horse and dragged him off the board. "Go and find Justin if it's so important to you."
So Harry got up and left through the portrait hole, wondering where Justin might be.
The castle was darker than it usually was in daytime because of the thick, swirling gray snow at every window. Shivering, Harry walked past classrooms where lessons were taking place, catching snatches of what was happening within. Professor McGonagall was shouting at someone who, by the sound of it, had turned his friend into a badger.

"Interesting," Fred mused. "A badger… Are you thinking what I am George?"

"Badger Badge?" George asked and Fred nodded.

"Badger Badge."

Resisting the urge to take a look, Harry walked on by, thinking that Justin might be using his free time to catch up on some work, and deciding to check the library first.
A group of the Hufliepuffs who should have been in Herbology were indeed sitting at the back of the library, but they didn't seem to be working. Between the long lines of high bookshelves, Harry could see that their heads were close together and they were having what looked like an absorbing conversation. He couldn't see whether Justin was among them. He was walking toward them when something of what they were saying met his ears, and he paused to listen, hidden in the Invisibility section.

"You know what happens when you eavesdrop Harry," Fred mock scolded in a tone reminiscent of his mother.

"So anyway," a stout boy was saying, "I told Justin to hide up in our dormitory. I mean to say, if Potter's marked him down as his next victim, it's best if he keeps a low profile for a while. Of course, Justin's been waiting for something like this to happen ever since he let slip to Potter he was Muggle-born. Justin actually told him he'd been down for Eton. That's not the kind of thing you bandy about with Slytherin's heir on the loose, is it?"

"Well it didn't take long for the news to spread," Luna said brightly and many people were silently questioning what went on in that girl's mind.

"You definitely think it is Potter, then, Ernie?" said a girl with blonde pigtails anxiously.
"Hannah," said the stout boy solemnly, "he's a Parselmouth. Everyone knows that's the mark of a Dark wizard. Have you ever heard of a decent one who could talk to snakes?

"Yes." Ron said confidently. "And his name is Harry Potter."

They called Slytherin himself Serpent-tongue."
There was some heavy murmuring at this, and Ernie went on, "Remember what was written on the wall? Enemies of the Heir, Beware. Potter had some sort of run-in with Filch. Next thing we know, Flich's cat's attacked. That first year, Creevey, was annoying Potter at the Quidditch match, taking pictures of him while he was lying in the mud. Next thing we know - Creevey's been attacked."

"Okay, I can see his reasoning about Mrs. Norris, but Colin?" Fred complained.

"He always seems so nice, though," said Hannah uncertainly, "and, well, he's the one who made You-Know-Who disappear. He can't be all bad, can he?"
Ernie lowered his voice mysteriously, the Hufflepuffs bent closer, and Harry edged nearer so that he could catch Ernie's words.
"No one knows how he survived that attack by You-Know-Who. I mean to say, he was only a baby when it happened. He should have been blasted into smithereens. Only a really powerful Dark wizard could have survived a curse like that." He dropped his voice until it was barely more than a whisper, and said, "That's probably why You- Know-Who wanted to kill him in the first place. Didn't want another Dark Lord competing with him. I wonder what other powers Potter's been hiding?"

"You know, its good to see that Ernie's paranoia is still working," Harry said rolling his eyes.

"What I don't get is why no one is looking at the Slytherins," Neville wondered. "I mean, if the Chamber was Slytherins, then shouldn't it be a Slytherin that would open it?"

"Honestly Neville, if half the people back then were as smart as you, the year would have been a lot easier," Harry sighed.

Harry couldn't take anymore. Clearing his throat loudly, he stepped out from behind the bookshelves. If he hadn't been feeling so angry, he would have found the sight that greeted him funny: Every one of the Hufflepuffs looked as though they had been Petrified by the sight of him, and the color was draining out of Ernie's face.

"You know, even looking back on it, it wasn't that funny."

"Hello," said Harry. "I'm looking for Justin Finch-Fletchley."

"Really Harry, you just heard them say that they think you're going after Justin next, then you ask for him?" Hermione said in exasperation.

The Hufflepuffs' worst fears had clearly been confirmed. They all looked fearfully at Ernie.
"What do you want with him?" said Ernie in a quavering voice.
"I wanted to tell him what really happened with that snake at the Dueling Club," said Harry.
Ernie bit his white lips and then, taking a deep breath, said, "We were all there. We saw what happened."
"Then you noticed that after I spoke to it, the snake backed off?" said Harry.
"All I saw," said Ernie stubbornly, though he was trembling as he spoke, "was you speaking Parseltongue and chasing the snake toward Justin."
"I didn't chase it at him!" Harry said, his voice shaking with anger. "It didn't even touch him!"
"It was a very near miss," said Ernie. "And in case you're getting ideas," he added hastily, "I might tell you that you can trace my family back through nine generations of witches and warlocks and my blood's as pure as anyone's, so-"
"- I don't care what sort of blood you've got!" said Harry fiercely. "Why would I want to attack Muggle-borns?"

"Especially since my best friend is a Muggle-born!" Harry said.

"Hey I thought I was your best friend!"

"I've heard you hate those Muggles you live with," said Ernie swiftly.

"Who doesn't?" Remus growled softly

"It's not possible to live with the Dursleys and not hate them," said Harry. "I'd like to see you try it."
He turned on his heel and stormed out of the library, earning himself a reproving glare from Madam Pince, who was polishing the gilded cover of a large spellbook.
Harry blundered up the corridor, barely noticing where he was going, he was in such a fury. The result was that he walked into something very large and solid, which knocked him backward onto the floor.
"Oh, hello, Hagrid," Harry said, looking up.
Hagrid's face was entirely hidden by a woolly, snow-covered balaclava, but it couldn't possibly be anyone else, as he filled most of the corridor in his moleskin overcoat. A dead rooster was hanging from one of his massive, gloved hands.

"Poor rooster," Luna sighed dreamily.

"All righ', Harry?" he said, pulling up the balaclava so he could speak. "Why aren't yeh in class?"
"Canceled," said Harry, getting up. "What're you doing in here?"
Hagrid held up the limp rooster.
"Second one killed this term," he explained. "It's either foxes or a Blood-Suckin Bugbear, an' I need the Headmaster's permission ter put a charm around the hen coop."
He peered more closely at Harry from under his thick, snow flecked eyebrows.
"Yeh sure yeh're all righ'? Yeh look all hot an'bothered-"

"I don't think he'll tell you Hagrid," Hermione said, shaking her head slowly.

Harry couldn't bring himself to repeat what Ernie and the rest of the Hufflepuffs had been saying about him.
"It's nothing," he said. "I'd better get going, Hagrid, it's Transfiguration next and I've got to pick up my books."

"You know Harry, it wouldn't kill you to talk about what's on your mind once in a while," Hermione said rolling her eyes.

He walked off, his mind still full of what Ernie had said about him. "Justin's been waiting for something like this to happen ever since he let slip to Potter he was Muggle-born..."
Harry stamped up the stairs and turned along another corridor, which was particularly dark; the torches had been extinguished by a strong, icy draft that was blowing through a loose windowpane.

"Is anyone else getting a bad feeling about this corridor?" Neville asked.

He was halfway down the passage when he tripped headlong over something lying on the floor.
He turned to squint at what he'd fallen over and felt as though his stomach had dissolved.
Justin Finch-Fletchley was lying on the floor, rigid and cold, a look of shock frozen on his face, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. And that wasn't all. Next to him was another figure, the strangest sight Harry had ever seen.

"Wow it must have been really strange for Harry to think it was strange." Fred commented eagerly. "What was it?"

"If you would let me read," George said, shoving his twin lightly. "I think we might find out.

It was Nearly Headless Nick, no longer pearly-white and transparent, but black and smoky, floating immobile and horizontal, six inches off the floor. His head was half off and his face wore an expression of shock identical to Justin's.

"What could harm a ghost though?" Remus asked in surprise.

Harry got to his feet, his breathing fast and shallow, his heart doing a kind of drumroll against his ribs. He looked wildly up and down the deserted corridor and saw a line of spiders scuttling as fast as they could away from the bodies. The only sounds were the muffled voices of teachers from the classes on either side.

Wait a minute, Remus thought. Spiders are fleeing from whatever monster it is, roosters have been killed, people are being petrified, and it all has to do with Slytherin's monster which is some sort of serpent… As he came to the realization of what the monster was, his face paled considerably.

"Are you all right?" Harry asked. Reus turned to look at him and Harry knew that he had figured it out.

"No, but keep reading." Please Merlin let me be wrong.

He could run, and no one would ever know he had been there. But he couldn't just leave them lying here... He had to get help... Would anyone believe he hadn't had anything to do with this?
As he stood there, panicking, a door right next to him opened with a bang. Peeves the Poltergeist came shooting out.

"Not if Peeves is there they wont." George sighed.

"Why, it's potty wee Potter!" cackled Peeves, knocking Harry's glasses askew as he bounced past him. "What's Potter up to? Why's Potter lurking-"
Peeves stopped, halfway through a midair somersault. Upside down, he spotted Justin and Nearly Headless Nick. He flipped the right way up, filled his lungs and, before Harry could stop him, screamed, "ATTACK! ATTACK! ANOTHER ATTACK! NO MORTAL OR GHOST IS SAFE! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! ATTAAAACK!"

"It's nice to know that he cares so much about warning us," Luna said softly.

Crash - crash - crash - door after door flew open along the corridor and people flooded out. For several long minutes, there was a scene of such confusion that Justin was in danger of being squashed and people kept standing in Nearly Headless Nick.

George frowned and looked up at Harry. "Do you have any idea how weird of a sentence that was?"

"Hey! For the twentieth time, I. Did. Not. Write. This." Harry said slowly and carefully.

Harry found himself pinned against the wall as the teachers shouted for quiet. Professor McGonagall came running, followed by her own class, one of whom still had black-and-white-striped hair.

Fred and George laughed again.

She used her wand to set off a loud bang, which restored silence, and ordered everyone back into their classes. No sooner had the scene cleared somewhat than Ernie the Hufflepuff arrived, panting, on the scene.
"Caught in the act!" Ernie yelled, his face stark white, pointing his finger dramatically at Harry.

"He really is dramatic isn't he?" Neville mused, thinking about the D.A meetings.

"That will do, Macmillan!" said Professor McGonagall sharply.
`Peeves was bobbing overhead, now grinning wickedly, surveying the scene; Peeves always loved chaos. As the teachers bent over Justin and Nearly Headless Nick, examining them, Peeves broke into song:
"Oh, Potter, you rotter, oh, what have you done, You're killing off' students, you think it's good fun-"

Fred began to whistle the tune and Harry, after closing his eyes for a moment, launched a recently arrived pillow at Fred's face.

"That's enough Peeves!" barked Professor McGonagall, and Peeves zoomed away backward, with his tongue out at Harry.
Justin was carried up to the hospital wing by Professor Flitwick and Professor Sinistra of the Astronomy department, but nobody seemed to know what to do for Nearly Headless Nick. In the end, Professor McGonagall conjured a large fan out of thin air, which she gave to Ernie with instructions to waft Nearly Headless Nick up the stairs.

"You know, if he hadn't said those things about you mate, I'd almost have felt sorry for him," Ron said.

This Ernie did, fanning Nick along like a silent black hovercraft. This left Harry and Professor McGonagall alone together.
"This way, Potter," she said.
"Professor," said Harry at once, "I swear I didn't-"

"I didn't think you did," McGonagall said.

"Thanks Professor, good to know someone believed me," Harry said quietly.

"This is out of my hands, Potter," said Professor McGonagall curtly.
They marched in silence around a corner and she stopped before a large and extremely ugly stone gargoyle.
"Lemon drop!" she said. This was evidently a password, because the gargoyle sprang suddenly to life and hopped aside as the wall behind him split in two. Even full of dread for what was coming, Harry couldn't fail to be amazed. Behind the wall was a spiral staircase that was moving smoothly upward, like an escalator. As he and Professor McGonagall stepped onto it, Harry heard the wall thud closed behind them. They rose upward in circles, higher and higher, until at last, slightly dizzy, Harry saw a gleaming oak door ahead, with a brass knocker in the shape of a griffin.
He knew now where he was being taken. This must be where Dumbledore lived.

"You think?" George said sarcastically as he closed the book.

"Well look at it this way, I made it to Dumbledore's office before either of you did," Harry said with a smug smile.

"Er Harry? I really don't think that's something to brag about," Hermione pointed out.

"Oh come on 'Mione, I've got to beat them at something!" Harry protested with a smirk.

"Anyway," Ginny began loudly and the babble quieted down. "I think its my turn to read." She calmly reached for the book.

"You sure Ginny?" Harry said quietly.

Ginny nodded. "I can't let myself be afraid of it anymore." She said firmly, taking the book.
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