Unexpected Things

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and properties don’t belong to me but JK Rowling and I don't make money from writing this fic. This chapter is edited by Danyealle. Thanks a lot for her help. The story contains spoiler from Philosopher Stone to Deathly Hallows, especially Deathly Hallows, so if you haven’t read one of the book from Harry Potter series, you have been warned.

Unexpected Things


Chapter XIII


Harry couldn’t remember how he managed to get back to his Head Boy room but he did, waking up in his bed the next day. Seeing as it was already late, he rushed to the Great Hall. Ron and Hermione were already seated on Gryffindor table, motioning for him to sit at the spot they had saved for him.


“You’re late,” Ron said between mouthfuls of his omelet. Only years of experience made Harry able to translate the words spoken by his best friend.


“So how was the meeting?” Hermione asked eagerly.

“I will tell you later,” he told her as he grabbed his pumpkin juice cup. Horcruxes definitely weren’t the thing to talk about during meals. Harry doubted he would be able to stomach his breakfast.


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“So, this means Voldemort is still alive and out there somewhere?” Hermione whispered.


They were in his room. Being Head Boy and Head Girl, he and Hermione had their own private room. Each house had the Head Boy and Head Girl room near their dorm, which would be used if someone from the house were appointed. Harry had brought them to his room so he could tell them about Dumbledore’s revelation from last night. Or, the biggest shock in his life would be suited better.


“Yeah pretty much so,” he admitted, petting Snuffles head. The dog barked happily. Most of the people at Hogwarts liked Snuffles from the moment they saw him.


“But that’s crazy!” Ron bellowed. “If he has this damned Horcrux thing someone could resurrect him anytime!”

“As long as we didn’t destroy the Horcruxes, it’s useless no matter how many time he’s killed.” Harry said bitterly. He was reminded about the things that happened in the graveyard and the fight in the Department of Mysteries. Just the prospect of how many innocent lives that Voldemort would take if he were released in the wizarding world again made Harry shudder. Cedric and Sirius were more than enough. He would do anything he could to destroy those Horcruxes.


“What are those Horcruxes again?” Hermione asked. Her mind was already processing the research she could do to help her friend. There was Hogwarts Library, she was sure she could find something there. There was Black Library at Grimmauld Place too.


“Well, I destroyed Tom’s diary back at our second year and Professor Dumbledore destroyed the Gaunt ring. That left Slytherin locket, Hufflepuff Cup, Ravenclaw’s diadem and the last is his snake, Nagini. He tried to make the seventh one but was killed before he succeeded to do so.”


“Those Horcruxes could be anywhere,” Ron moaned in distress.


Hermione frowned however. “But the Ravenclaw diadem has been missing since the founders era, how could Voldemort find the diadem?’


Ron gaped at her. “And how could you know about this?” he asked in disbelief.


“I read Ron,” she replied, irritated. ‘What in the world do I have to do to make both Ron and Harry to read Hogwarts: A History,’ she thought, annoyed. “Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem, which is also known as the lost diadem, is the only known relic which once belonged to Rowena Ravenclaw, the founder of Ravenclaw House in Hogwarts. Etched upon its surface was Ravenclaw's famous quotation: ‘Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure.’ It was said to enhance the wisdom of its wearer, which is Ravenclaw House's most treasured attribute.” She explained.


Harry shrugged. “I wouldn’t put it past Voldemort if he somehow managed to find it. He was really a sly man. You should see how he charmed Hepzibah Smith into showing him the Hufflepuff Cup and Slytherin Locket.” He had told them about the things he had seen in the Pensive anyway.


“What does the Slytherin locket looks like?” Ron asked, curious.


“It was a locket of heavy gold with a serpentine S in an emerald inlay on the front.” He explained.


Wait a minute. A locket of heavy gold with a serpentine S in an emerald inlay on the front? He remembered seeing this thing before. Where was it?


“Grimmauld Place!” he exclaimed.


“What?” Ron and Hermione looked at him, puzzled by his odd behavior.


“There’s something like that at Grimmauld Place. We found it when it was renovated.” He explained.


“Are you really sure Harry?” Hermione asked, a bit hesitated.


“Well, I’m going to check it with Dumbledore,” he said.


“We’ll come together with you,” Hermione stated firmly.


“What?” he asked, startled.


“Yeah mate,” Ron said. “We will come together with you.”


He tried to argue to them but they both were too stubborn so he finally relented and together they went to Headmaster office. After he heard Harry story, the four of them went to Grimmauld Place.


Remus was surprised when he saw them. After the house was renovated, Harry insisted that the man stay with him since the house was too big only for one person and two house elves. Plus, since Harry was in school, the house was going to be uninhabited. Remus refused at first of course, but he relented finally after insisting that he would pay half of the groceries. Harry quickly took the opportunity before Remus changed his mind. After all, the man was the only one left as parental figure, aside of Mr. Weasley of course. But Mr. Weasley had his own family.

Dumbledore, Harry, Ron, and Hermione told Remus the entire story then they went to search for the locket. They found it after searching for half an hour. The locket was in simple black box with glass lid so they could see what inside it. Dumbledore was the one who opened the box. Soon, they could feel the dark magic emanating from the locket. The box apparently functioned as barrier.


“The Horcrux is inside the locket,” Dumbledore said. He turned to Harry. “Try to open it using Parseltongue Harry,” he said.


“Open,” Harry said in Parseltongue.


True to Dumbledore’s words, the locket opened. Dumbledore lifted his wand above the locket and began Latin incantation that sounded like a song to Harry. The tip of Dumbledore’s wand glowed a bright golden light, illuminating the room. The light from it felt warm and soothing.


After a few minutes, a dark shadow appeared from the locket, screaming as if in pain then disappeared completely. Dumbledore ended his spell soon after.


“What is that?” Hermione was the first to open her mouth.


“It’s a spell called Votum pro Sceleris. A very ancient spell to purify a dark magic.” Dumbledore said. “The level of the power is based on the caster power so the more powerful the wizard or witch is, the more efficient the spell is. However, the most important thing is the spell only vanishes the dark magic, leaving the artifact intact. I found this during my research about Horcruxes. It’s almost forgotten now since it needs a really powerful wizard to cast it.”


“So, the locket is now safe?” Ron inquired.


“Yes,” Dumbledore affirmed. “Although I would suggest you to be careful about it Mr. Weasley.”


Ron immediately stepped back from the locket. “Why?” he asked once he deemed that he was in safe range from the locket if something dangerous happened.


“This locket belonged to Salazar Slytherin. As we witnessed before, the locket only responded to Harry because he speaks Parseltongue. It contains the power we do not know yet.” Dumbledore said. “Each of the founder had their own magical artifacts, each possessing a different power.”


“Ravenclaw’s diadem is said to be able to imbue its wearer with great wisdom. Gryffindor's sword is said of capable of acquiring powers from those it had slain. And Hufflepuff Cup is rumored to be related with food,” Hermione explained. “It’s only Slytherin that is unknown.”


“Merlin beard!” Ron muttered in amazement. “How did you find out all about these?”


“Hogwarts: A History,” she said icily. Honestly, after this, she might bind Ron and Harry both in the library.


“What Hermione said is true,” Remus added. “We don’t know what power Slytherin locket has.”


“I suppose we can return the locket now,” Harry said.


Suddenly, the necklace flew into the air, surprising them all, and, without any warning, attached itself around Harry’s neck.


“What is going on?” he asked, bewildered.


“It seems that the locket has chosen you as its master, my boy.” Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling.


“But…how?” he questioned.


“Seeing as you’re the only Parselmouth left, it probably has attachment to you.” Dumbledore explained.


Harry tried to pull the necklace off his neck but to no avail. Finally he gave up. Sighing, he said. “Well, I guess I got stuck with Slytherin locket, eh?”


“Only you mate,” Ron said, shaking his head.


Seeing that it was already midnight and that the three of them had a class the following day, Dumbledore ordered them back to school.


Harry took the locket original container when something caught his eyes. It was like a paper stuffed behind the black satin.


“Harry?” Remus questioned.


He pulled the paper out. It turned out to be a letter.


"To the Dark Lord
I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match you will be mortal once more. - R.A.B."


“Who is R.A.B anyway?” Harry asked after he finished reading the letter.


“Regulus Arcturus Black,” Remus whispered softly. “Sirius’ younger brother.”


“But wasn’t he a Death Eater?” he asked. He remembered Sirius telling him about that.


“It seems that he joined Voldemort then had a change of heart.” Hermione commented.


“Sirius described Regulus as his parents' favorite son because he accepted their ideals about blood purity. Regulus was sorted into the Slytherin House and played Seeker on its Quidditch team. As far as I know, he joined the Death Eaters at the age of sixteen.” Remus said.


“Did he somehow find out about the Horcrux Voldemort created then tried to destroy it?” Harry inquired.


“Unfortunately we don’t know what exactly happen.” Professor Dumbledore said. “My hunch however is he joined by his free will but was met with the reality of what it meant then it became way too much to handle. Many pureblood who joined as Death Eater thought that this was only some kind of organization of muggle hating. What they didn’t expect that they were ordered to kill innocent people and to bow to kiss the robe of mad man. Many of them tried to escape but were murdered since Tom didn’t take betrayal lightly.”


“Voldemort is nothing but a psychopath,” Hermione said firmly. “And we must stop him.”


“Very well said Ms. Granger,” Dumbledore said.


Hermione blushed a bit.


Remus cleared his throat, “I believe it’s past midnight and the three of you have a class in the morning so you all should get back to Hogwarts now.”


They said goodbye and left Grimmauld Place. When were about to leave the Headmaster’s office, Harry remembered that he wanted to ask Fawkes something so he told Ron and Hermione to go ahead.


What he wanted from Fawkes was his tear. Phoenix was a really rare magical creature, even more so than a dragon because if dragons could fly to evade their potential captors. It was different with a phoenix, which had the ability to teleport him and others in a burst of flame. That made it almost impossible to catch them unless the phoenix was willing, like Fawkes.

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The three of them woke up late the next day. Already, the Great Hall was full of students when they arrived there, causing everyone to look at them. Harry ignored the stares he received while Hermione pulled at Ron, who went pink under the scrutiny he got as they made their way to the Gryffindor table.


Harry’s first and second class was Potions, which he shared with Hermione. Snape was grumpy and treated him as with disdain as usual. At lunch, they met again.


“Snape assigned us a two feet essay for homework,” he complained.


“Luckily I don’t have potions anymore,” Ron said cheerfully, filling his plate with roasted chicken and mashed potato. Since he didn’t take potions, he chose to take Muggle Studies instead, for the easy grade he hoped could get there. Hermione of course, was angry at the reasoning. When Harry asked why he didn’t take Divination, Ron had stated that he wouldn’t ever set his foot in Trelawney’s class without Harry’s presence there.


Hermione glared at him. “We’re going to have a lot of homework right now Ron. In fact, starting this year, Hogwarts is going to have a NEWT preparation test at the end of February to see how much we’ve mastered of our studies.” She watched in satisfaction as Ron choked on his food.


“What?” Ron bellowed after he swallowed his food. “But-“ he sputtered.


“The NEWT preparation test doesn’t have any effect to our real NEWT tests. It only serves as a tool to find out which lessons we’re good or poor at. For example, if we get Outstanding for Defense Against the Dark Arts but for Charms we get Poor then it means we have to study harder for Charms.”


“But we have to study double!” Ron protested. “And we’ve just come back to Hogwarts from Christmas holiday,” he whined. “I doubt I have the spirit to study anything.”


“But it’s a good thing, right?” Neville chimed in. “I mean is we would be prepared for the NEWTS. I would hate it if I don’t have any clue at all about what I’m going to face.”


“Neville is right,” Harry said.


“Yeah, I guess.” Ron sighed.


The last lesson for that day was DADA. Harry and Lucius didn’t do anything after they arrived at Hogwarts. In fact they hadn’t talked except in the class which didn’t classify anyway. So Harry planned to remedy the situation tonight. After all, he needed a favor from Lucius now.

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“Write two feet essay about the dueling protocols. The task will be collected at Friday.” Lucius Malfoy told his entire class. At least now, they would read the book and wouldn’t come to his dueling class unprepared. Of course, he knew that Lockhart had a dueling club but then again who believed that incompetent fool knew what he was talking about. The fact that Dumbledore allowed Lockhart to be a teacher proved that the old man should have retired from his post long time ago.


“You’re dismissed.” He ordered. One by one, the student left the class. Potter was the last and before the boy left, he mouthed something that sounded like, after dinner, to him. What was the boy planned now?


He had correspondence with Potter during summer holiday and they met again in Switzerland to which they had a pleasant dinner. Problems only arise after he escorted Potter back to hotel. How dare the brat refused him. In his entire life, no one ever refused him. In fact, people were always doing their best to please him, in and out of bed. But no, only Potter refused him. The brat even suggested that he divorced his wife first. It was absurd.


It took every patience he had not to kill the boy right then and there. No one could humiliate him and survived his wrath. But since the boy was Harry bloody Potter, the Savior of the Wizarding World or the Chosen One or whatever title the Prophet came up, he couldn’t do anything. For now at least.


He went to French Riviera, fuming. His wife and his son, sensing his dark mood, didn’t say anything. Then he met again with Potter at Diagon Alley. After that, his son then proceeded to tell him about the encounter they had with the boy. He couldn’t believe Potter threatened Narcissa like that. Well, Lucius actually didn’t lose anything if he divorced Narcissa now since they had one son together. The media, he supposed, would have a field day. Not that they would paint him black. They knew better than to invoke his wrath.


Their next meeting was in the train where they spend the entire ride making out. Lucius had to admit that it was the first time in his life he ever did like that, making out that was. His marriage with Narcissa was expected for both of them so they both knew their duty. And his dalliances with his mistresses was always a one night stand where he took what he wanted and gave what he wanted to give. If Potter’s aggressiveness in the train was any indicator, he supposed that ridiculous rule would mean nothing for him.


Right at 8 p.m, he heard the knocking on his door and went to open it. Nobody was in front of the door but right after the door closed, Potter appeared from beneath his invincibility cloak. It seemed that the cloak had assisted Potter into breaking every rule in Hogwarts.


“Hello Lucius,” Potter smiled at him and proceeded to kiss him.


“Potter,” he said after they broke apart. He had decided to drop mister from the boy name whenever they were alone. He walked to his study room, the boy following him. “Have a seat,” He motioned as a proper host, although Potter was quite familiar with his quarters since the boy spent one-month detention here.


Potter sat in the chair in front of him meanwhile he sat behind his massive mahogany desk. “What an honor to have you here,” he drawled out. “Now, perhaps you could tell me the reason of your presence here.”


“I haven’t said a proper thanks for giving me Snuffles,” the boy began. “And I have two things for you actually.”


“Snuffles?”


“The puppy,” Potter explained. “I named him Snuffles. I bring him to Hogwarts with me. And this is for you. I bought this at Switzerland.” Potter took out a box or praline chocolate and put it in the desk.


“You chose to buy chocolate for me, Potter?”


“It’s filled with the best alcoholic drinks. I can’t believe it cost a few hundred galleons just for a box of praline.”


“You’re talking about vintage wine, Potter.” He actually knew this brand of chocolate, having eaten those in his youth.


“And this,” Potter gave him a vial of crystal clear water. “It’s phoenix tear.”


He raised his eyebrow. “And how did you convince Dumbledore to let you take the tear from his precious phoenix pet.” He was aware that phoenix was extremely rare. And the only wizard alive to have phoenix pet was Dumbledore. The tear could only be given willingly so he was quite curious as to how Potter obtained it.


“Well, Fawkes let me actually,” Potter answered. “And I don’t tell Professor Dumbledore that I’m going to give it to you.”


Unbelievable. Lucius would have found this hard to believe if the boy standing in front him wasn’t Harry Potter. After all, this was the boy who made the impossible possible. Who ever heard people survived a killing curse before? But Potter did. And not only once but twice. Potter was a powerful wizard but to be this lucky, he began to wonder if Potter consumed Felix Felicis daily for him to posses such an all encompassing amount of sheer luck.


“Aren’t you going to say thanks?” Potter said in low voice, before rising from his seat and walked over to him. Then the boy dropped himself into his lap and began kissing him. In response, he hugged Potter closer to him then brought one hand behind his neck and one hand behind his waist, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. He wouldn’t have even realized that he had spent the next hour making out with Potter, again, if the grandfather clock didn’t chime in.


Potter pulled back but his flushed cheeks gave away what he had just done a moment ago. The teen still had his arms wrapped around his neck and he now had both arms around Potter’s slim waist.


He looked at the vial of phoenix tears on his desk and then turn to look at Potter. “I hardly believe if you give me this freely. So, what do you want from me?”


“Well, I have a favor to ask from you.”


“The Chosen One asks for my help. What in the world has come to?” He sarcastically said.


Potter narrowed his eyes. “You’re the only one close enough with Bellatrix to do it.”


“I don’t have any connection with her. How many times do I need to tell you that before your brain could absorb the fact Potter?”


“What do you think I am? Five years old boy?” Potter retorted, giving him a penetrating look.


“You certainly sometimes act like one,” he replied smoothly.


“Listen, I don’t care about where she is for now okay,” Potter snapped. “What I want is for you to go to her vault at Gringotts and retrieve something for me.”


He stared at the boy for a long time. Potter wasn’t joking right? Him, breaking into Gringotts? The Dark Lord had done that and if he wanted to, he supposed he could do it too. As long as the owner of the vault didn’t die, nobody could access it. The goblins there didn’t care if the owner was Azkaban prisoner, or Death Eater, or even the Dark Lord himself. All they cared was the gold inside. If Bellatrix could afford to come to Gringotts the goblins would serve her without any care because whatever happened in the wizarding world wasn’t their business.


“Why don’t you do it by yourself?”


“I told you, you’re the one close enough to do it.” Potter then took out another vial from his pocket. “It’s a Polyjuice Potion,” the teenager told him, “Using that plus a few Imperius Curse and you will be able to enter her vault as Bellatrix herself.”


Lucius couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Did Potter just suggest him to use Imperius, one of the Unforgivable Curse? Apparently, the boy did. Well, well, well, Potter truly was an enigma for him. But for Potter to want something that belonged to Bellatrix, the thing he wanted was either dangerous or very precious that couldn’t be left to her possession.


“And what is the thing you want to retrieve, Potter?” he questioned.


“I will tell you later if you succeed doing it.” Potter replied.


“What’s in for me then?”


“What?” Potter looked at him as if he had grown a second head.


Seriously, Potter didn’t think that he would risk his neck for nothing did he?


“Potter,” he began slowly. “I think you’re aware that if someone gets caught breaking into Gringotts the consequence will be severe. You must want that thing so much. So I have to ask you, what is it in for me Potter?”




Author’s Note:

Hi. It’s me again. As usual give me reviews okay, it give me a boost to write another chapter. As for information, I have planned the storyline to the end so the story will end in the next five or six chapter.


Why Horcrux? Because Voldemort came alive again because he possessed those Horcruxes so as long as he had those anyone could resurrect him. So we have to keep Harry safe, right? And beside I have made the plot based on those and in this story Bellatrix will be the main antagonist character.


What Harry wanted Lucius to get at Gringotts? Well, I guess if you have read Deathly Hallow you know what Harry want. How Harry came up with the plan and from where he got the Polyjuice Potion will be explained in the next chapter from Harry’s point of view. And beside the request also serve to test Lucius loyalty, which side he will chose, Voldemort or Harry. At least Harry would never make Lucius to bow to kiss his robe ^ ^.


As my appreciation to you guys who always reviewed, you can give suggestion as to the scene you want to happen for example, dinner or Christmas holiday with Harry and Lucius, or Draco caught them together, the possibility there, and if it doesn’t bother the entire storyline I will write it for you.