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Heir to the Throne	By : Kaya_Winn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12341 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Heir to the Throne

Chapter 23

The Ghosts of Hogwarts Past

Harry was woken in the morning by a tense McGonagall who took him aside and sat him down in a secluded area, setting up silencing spells to let him wake up. Blinking at him with a worried expression as he tried to wake up. Harry's sleeping habits went in strange patterns, sometimes he woke up all at once, and other times it took him almost ten minutes to wake up. It was really very strange, but Harry wasn't worried about it.

“Mr. Potter, I have news about Ginny Weasley.” she explained softly, holding her hand up to cut off Harry's snarl. “She had no recollection of pushing Draco down the stairs, a memory spell... even worse, when the healers at Saint Mungo's broke the spell there was evidence that she had been be-spelled in order to push Draco.” Harry tensed, he knew the hard truth of what had happened, and hearing the lies that Dumbledore had spread only infuriated him more than he ever had before. Thankfully Minerva only thought that he was angry that someone had used his friend like that.

“Harry I'm very sorry.” the professor stated softly, looking sad. “Ginny killed herself sometime last night.” she said softly, making Harry's mind slide on the slick mental ice and fall completely on his mental ass, too shocked to do anything for a long moment, allowing McGonagall to continue. “She left a suicide note and the healers are setting up an investigation but it's pretty clear what happened.” McGonagall looked very upset herself, pale and trembling, her lips pursed together so violently they vanished. Harry suddenly wondered if she didn't also know the truth.

'She probably does Harry. She's one of my spies.' Tom's insert into the conversation nearly made Harry cry out in utter shock.

'She's WHAT!?' Harry demanded, staring at McGonagall in shock, the professor giving him a strange look.

“Ginny would never had killed herself professor.” Harry finally said, his voice grim and dark, angry. “and we BOTH know she was under no such spell.” he stood up and stared at her for a long moment, her mouth gaping open. “Someone killed her professor, and she tried to kill Draco all on her own.” he looked over to Ron, who was curled up in a chair, sleeping just as peacefully as Draco was. “now if you'll excuse me... I have to tell my best friend that his sister died.” and he left McGonagall there, gaping at him.

'That poor woman is so shocked. If you trust her you should let her know about me. She might be helpful.' Harry stated to Voldemort as he gently shook Ron's shoulder to wake him up. Ron waking with a cry of fright, startling Draco awake as well, the blond giving them both some very disgusted looks, making harry giggle a little and kiss Draco's annoyance away.

“Go back to sleep Dray. Ron and I have to have a talk...” he explained, Draco nodding as he rolled over and went back to sleep, Ron looking confused as Harry lead the way, explaining in soft tones that Ginny had been killed, and that everyone was claiming it to be a suicide. Ron was quiet, pale, and Harry realized that his friend was in shock.

Harry had never been very good at the comforting thing, so after quietly walking out of the hospital wing with Ron, they went looking for Neville instead, hoping that the calm Gryffindor would be able to help, running into Blaise instead.

“Harry!... wow, Weasley you look like hell.” Blaise stated with a shocked expression, forgetting about Harry in an instant as he tipped Ron's face up to examine the blank expression. “...Harry what in the world did you DO to him?”

“Dumbledore killed Ginny...” Harry explained softly, worried and anxious, feeling helpless and guilty for not being able to help his friend, Blaise sighing a little as he shook his head.

"I'll take care of him Harry.” Blaise promised. “I'll take him to that room of yours, the one that changes at will.” the poor vampire could never remember the name. “Come on Weasley, let's get you a nice glass of some firewhiskey.” Blaise chirped with false cheer as he led Ron away, Harry hesitating. Ron had accepted Draco, but only because he knew Harry would pick Draco over him if it came down to it... he wasn't sure how Ron would react to Blaise, but the red head was following the dark skinned boy and Harry could only watch his best friend leave.

“God dammit...” Harry hissed with fury, spinning on his heal, furious and frustrated as he stalked around the school, Tom slipping into Harry's mind and gently offering him a comforting presence. Which Harry appreciated as he walked the many halls of Hogwarts, pausing when he spotted Nearly Headless Nick, his eyes narrowing before he suddenly remembered one of the other things that he had discovered.

He spun on his heal and raced for the second floor, determined to make Dumbledore's life a living hell. How DARE that old bastard hurt Ron like that!? How DARE he kill Ginny, who had probably only needed a bit of mental help. She had clearly been insane, her parents and Dumbledore had only fed that growing insanity and obsession. She could have gotten better, Harry knew it, Ron had known it... and now she was dead because of Dumbledore, well Harry wasn't going to let him get away with it anymore, not any of it.

“Myrtle!” Harry called, looking around the girls bathroom, a soft sigh filling the air as she floated out of her bathroom.

“oh! Harry hello. Are you doing something against the rules again?” she asked her head tilted coyly at him, Harry smiling a little remembering how many times he had been in that very bathroom breaking the rules.

“No no, well, maybe, I'm not sure. Listen I wanted to talk to you...”

“Me!?...why ever for? I'm just a ghost...”

“But you weren't always.. I want to know about your death...” Harry admitted, Myrtle going silent for a moment as she studied him, her head tilted a little.

“Well, I was in here crying.” she finally said settling onto the edge of her toilet, tapping her lips. “I was crying because...” she paused at Harry's look and she decided to continue on without all the emotionalizes. “I heard someone come in and I told them to go away. I heard a boy, or a man, a male at any rate and this sort of grating noise. I came out of the toilet and saw this big yellow eyes.. I remember thinking that they where like a snakes, and then I was just floating. Next thing I know I was here and dead.”

“Did you see the boy at all?”

“no, only the eyes.” Myrtle admitted watching Harry with puzzled eyes. “Why? Whats the importance?” she asked frowning at him. “what are you up to Harry?”

"Just following a hunch.” he admitted shaking his head a little. “Myrtle, can you do me a favor?” he asked hopefully. “I need to talk to the other ghosts. In private, where no one, absolutely no one can listen in.” he admitted, Myrtle scowling as she studied Harry's expression.

“Well, I think I might know a place...” she admitted biting her lip a little. “but, uhm.. I don't know if I can make the other ghosts come...” she admitted watching Harry carefully. “what's going on Harry?”

“Oh, nothing much really.” he lied smiling at her. “just a little revenge, for me and you and a few others.”

“Revenge? On who?”

“On your murderers.” Harry stated simply, Myrtle gasping in astonishment as she nodded and vanished into the wall to find the others as Harry smirked a little and headed out to cuddle with Draco, muttering his plan to the blond, who heartily approved.

Harry left to get the most shocking thing he had ever seen, from Salazar's rooms and headed back down to Myrtle's bathroom to wait for her. He had been shocked, and amazed to see what he saw hiding in Salazar's rooms. It had only been a week ago, but now everything made sense, complete sense. And Harry was going to tell that sense to the ghosts, and then to his 'followers' through a letter. And then, he was going to find a certain reporter, and let HER know everything that Harry had found out. He was going as Lord Fox of course, let Dumbledore struggle to find out how his new enemy had known all of the hidden information.

“Harry, I have gathered most of the ghosts.” Myrtle stated as she rose through the floor of the bathroom, startling Harry so bad that he nearly dropped his evidence, offering her a smile.

“Where are they? Please keep in mind that I can't walk through walls.” he pointed out, making Myrtle giggle a little as she led the way down to the Slytherin dungeons and through a wall that wasn't really a wall, down, down into the underbelly until they hid caves way at the bottom, even deeper than the Chamber of Secrets was. Harry could actually feel it when the castle protections ended.

“Myrtle where ARE we!?” he demanded, looking around, astonished. As they entered the deep caves, Myrtle giggling a little.

“We're under the foundation.” she explained. “not even the founders knew this existed until long after the castle was built. No one knows who created the secret wall to get down here, but it comes in handy for students who need to do magic without getting caught.”

“Does Dumbledore know about this place?” Harry asked, worried that the old Headmaster might have set up surveillance down there without anyone knowing.

“No.” she stated calmly. “it's always got someone down here watching.” she stated simply with a small grin. “even when he was a child he didn't come down here... I knew this was about Dumbledore, are you angry with him?”

“Oh yes.” Harry hissed, smirking viciously. “you all will be too, soon enough.” he admitted shaking his head a little as he looked around, seeing the mass of ghosts that had gathered to hear what harry had to say. Even Nearly Headless Nick and the Bloody Barron had arrived, all of them turning to blink at Harry when he finally arrived.

"Good evening, ladies and gentleman."Harry chirped brightly as he strode through the pack of ghosts to take his place at the front, turning on his heel to stare at them, swallowing hard."Today, everything you have known is going to be turned upside down."He explained, studying them all, licking his lips."All of you, died here in these halls of Hogwarts, but how many wondered HOW you had died here?"He asked, most of them looking startled and confused.

"Well...none of us I suppose."Nick finally said for the ghosts, seeing as everyone seemed to be to shocked to form words."It's not a pleasant subject you know, how we died. Most of us rather not consider it."

"Today, I'm asking you to remember, because I think I know how and why you died."He admitted staring at them all."How many of you died within the last 60 years?"He paused, watching hesitantly as most of the ghosts raised their hands, save for the gray lady's, bloody baron's, and nearly headless nick."Doesn't that seem a little suspicious?Odd isn't it that from the time Dumbledore became a teacher, almost twenty died here. Compared to the...three since Hogwarts was founded?"

"Are you saying Dumbledore had something to do with our death's harry?"Myrtle asked, her voice unstrung with shock and horror."How can you know that?"

"Well for one, I know Dumbledore has been slaughtering people of strong magic since he became a teacher. He's killing anyone who might become stronger than him. He tried to kill me, almost killed Tom Riddle, and did manage to kill Myrtle here, and my mother."He stated serious, eyes earnest as he looked at them all."Myrtle, you were the last Heir of Hufflepuff's line, did you know?"He asked, pulling out the family tree that he'd managed to complete.

"There's names missing, but look."Harry suggested as myrtle and the Grey lady drifted closer to look. Helga Hufflepuff's line was in fact running strong in Myrtle's family, there were others there, all dead.

"Lady Morgana,when did you die?"Harry demanded looking at the pale woman who'd made a home in Slytherin, alongside the Bloody Baron. So young, so very young to die so brutally.

"The year Dumbledore became a teacher. It was in the Forbidden Forest I was looking for potion ingredients and someone got me from behind, stabbed me repeatedly. I never saw his face, but I know it was a man."

"And you are a direct line from Salazar aren't you?You were the grandmother of the Gaunt line correct? The great grandmother of Merope, who later gave birth to Tom Rididle."

The lady Morgana nodded thoughtfully, tilting her head as she floated next to the Bloody Baron."I had been the potion's mistress here for many years, but when I died, that fat idiot took my place." Harry nodded looking at the others, demanding they tell him their bloodlines, and stories. It was a brutal list, full of blood, pain, and at least three with the horrifying eyes of the Basilisk.

"Harry....how do you explain the Basilisk?"Myrtle finally asked, making the brunette Gryffindor grimace.

"Unfortunately...I can explain that easily."He admitted closing his eyes briefly before opening his eyes to look at them all."You see, Dumbledore is a parseltongue."He explained, unrolling Salazar Slytherin's family tree."Dumbledore is not a direct descendant, but there's enough diluted blood in his heritage to get the family traits." He smiled slightly, painfully as everyone stared at him like he was insane."You don't believe me?I got this from Salazar himself. Dumbledore opened the Chamber, and unleashed the Basilisk at the same time Tom Riddle discovered it."

Tom had sworn he hadn't killed anyone during his school years, that he hadn't committed the crimes he'd been accused of. Yet, he hadn't been able to explain the deaths until they'd found the shocking truth. That second year, the fateful one were the Chamber had been opened again, Dumbledore had released the Basilisk to kill Harry. Using Ginny as a scapegoat as he had done with Tom, Dumbledore had almost gotten away with killing so many.

He then went on to explain what he was doing in the war, explaining how Dumbledore had slowly been killing magic and how he had used Tom Riddle as a way to keep the War going. He also explained about the Heir of Merlin, and all of the other key details that they needed to know. By the end of the night, all of the ghosts had promised to fight for him, or rather, to fight for Lord Fox. Harry went back to Draco, feeling very pleased with himself.
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