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Hidden Family	By : vinsmouse Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 17507 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter XXXI

10th January, 1993

Hogwarts Great Hall

“Did you hear about Hagrid?” Terry Boot asked.

The three shook their heads. “Did something happen to him?” Harry asked.

“Not to him but to his roosters,” Terry replied. “Somebody or something killed all of them.”

“Why should anybody kill roosters?” Hermione was puzzled.

Terry shrugged. “No idea.”

“I wonder...” Draco trailed off.

“What?” Harry asked.

“Nothing,” Draco replied. He didn’t know if they should discuss it here.

Harry and Hermione exchanged a look but neither pushed Draco to say more. Following breakfast they made their way to the first class of the day. The time passed quickly enough and soon they were afforded the time to slip away for some privacy.

“You thought of something at breakfast,” Hermione stated as soon as the door of the empty classroom closed behind them.

“Yes,” Draco admitted.

“And are you going to share?” Hermione glared after a prolonged moment of silence.

Draco grinned. Hermione was so easy to bait. “I wondered if the killing of the roosters might not be connected to the Chamber of Secrets.”

“But how?” Hermione asked.

“I don’t know,” Draco admitted.

“We should add it to our research. Perhaps it will help us to identify the snake we’re looking for,” Harry suggested.

“I still say we should ask Professor Flitwick.”

Harry sighed. “If there is another attack and we still haven’t figured it out we’ll go to him. Will that satisfy you?” He did understand why Draco wanted them to speak to their head of house but Harry couldn’t help being frightened. Suppose the professor thought he was evil because of his gift? Or he might believe that, being a parselmouth, Harry was involved in the attacks. If that got around the school his life would soon become a nightmare.

10th February, 1993

Mount Street Flat

“Good morning Hedwig,” Ginger smiled as he took the letter from the beautiful white owl.

“What news laddie?” Biggles asked.

Dear Grandfather and Company,

There has been another attack. A Hufflepuff student, Justin Finch-Fletchley was petrified. This would have caused an uproar on its own but alongside the student the Gryffindor ghost, Nearly Headless Nick was petrified as well. As you know Hermione, Draco and I have been researching possible snakes that could petrify their victims. The fact that a ghost was petrified only served to further confuse us.

It was for this reason that we finally approached our head of house, Professor Flitwick, seeking his help. I’m sure you can understand that I was quite nervous, in spite of Draco’s assurances that the man wouldn’t hold the same views on parselmouths as most in the Wizarding world. Perhaps it was cowardly of me but I was most afraid of being viewed as a freak once more.

Ginger cursed soundly. He knew this fear stemmed directly from the way the Dursley’s had treated his grandson. “Lucky they’re in prison,” he mumbled. Ginger took a moment to regain his composure before continuing with the letter.

I needn’t have worried. The professor far from thinking me a freak or evil was quite fascinated by my ability. He said, as far as he was aware, there had never been a parselmouth in the Potter family. At any rate after telling him of our suspicions he was able to supply the answer. The only snake, he said, that could petrify its victims is a basilisk. This snake is known as the king of the serpents. Its venom is fatal with no known antidote but it doesn’t need the venom to kill. One look into its eyes is enough to kill, though it can choose to petrify if it wishes.

Professor Flitwick also stated that an indirect look into its eyes would cause petrification. As the Creevey boy and Filch’s cat were found near a puddle of water they most likely saw only a reflection of the eyes. Justin too would have seen the snake indirectly if he saw it through the form of the Gryffindor ghost. Further evidence of it being a basilisk is the slaying of the roosters. Apparently the crow of a rooster will kill the great snake. Yes I realize this is a ridiculous means of killing such a deadly creature.

The professor promised to bring this information to the Headmaster’s attention without bringing our names into the discussion. I do hope he is successful. I don’t believe it would be in my best interest for the headmaster to know of my ability. I will write the moment I have more news to relate.

Your affectionate grandson,

Harry

“Surely Amelia can do something now old boy,” Bertie suggested.

Upon learning of the first attack Ginger had contacted Madame Bones. She had been quite concerned and had of course made a trip to Hogwarts. However, as there had only been the one attack and Dumbledore was investigating while taking precautions to prevent further attacks, there was little she could do.

“I’ll send her a letter right away but I doubt she’ll be able to do anymore than has been done. After all the Headmaster is investigating.” Ginger penned a quick letter updating Amelia on the situation at Hogwarts, sending it off with Hedwig.

The reply he received some time later was less than encouraging. According to Amelia as Hogwarts pre-dated the Ministry its laws could override those of the DMLE and the Ministry. In this instance that was the case as no official complaint had been filed on behalf of the two students directly affected. Nor would a complaint likely be filed as they were both muggleborns. Furthermore as Dumbledore had taken precautions and was obviously investigating he couldn’t be accused of dereliction of duty. Should a parent of a victim or a member of the school board contact her Amelia would act with all due haste. It wasn’t very reassuring but at this time it was the best they could hope for.

14th February, 1993

Hogwarts

“Hermione why do you want us to go into a girl’s loo?” Harry asked as they stood in front of a door on the second floor. That there was water flowing from beneath the door was another reason to avoid entering.

“There’s something I need to show you.” When both boys blushed and looked away Hermione blushed, clearly embarrassed. “Nothing like that you prats,” she mumbled. Pushing open the door she went inside.

Harry and Draco looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders and reluctantly followed after. “Alright Hermione what do you need to show us in a girl’s loo?” Harry demanded.

This,” Hermione replied thrusting a small black book towards them.

Draco took it, opening it but he saw only blank pages. “A diary? Why should we want to see this?” he scornfully asked.

“It isn’t just a diary,” Hermione answered. “Myrtle said somebody threw it at her...”

“Myrtle?” Harry asked.

“She’s a ghost, this is where she lives I suppose you could say. Anyway I heard her crying and when I asked her what was wrong she told me somebody threw something at her. This,” Hermione said, pointing at the diary. “I thought it odd that somebody should do such a thing and so I opened it. I thought there might be important information in it. As soon as I opened it writing appeared telling me it was time to continue.”

“What?” Draco screeched. “That isn’t good Hermione.”

“I had figured that much out for myself Draco.”

“But why didn’t I see anything? Does it only talk to girls?”

“No, when I didn’t respond it somehow realized I wasn’t the person it wanted. It called me a,” here the girl’s voice dropped to a whisper, “filthy mudblood.” Hermione inhaled deeply shaking off the discomfort. “I hid it and came to get you boys at that point. Do you have any idea what it might be Draco?” Though she and Harry had studied the history and culture of the Wizarding world they had not grown up within it. This had resulted in gaps in their knowledge, such as the information concerning house elves.

“I’m not sure but I know it can’t be good. I could write Father, perhaps he’ll know,” Draco suggested.

“Could I see it?” Harry asked. The moment the book lay in his hand it began to smoke. Harry could feel the evilness emanating from it and tried to release his hold. Just as had happened the year before with Quirrell his hand refused to let go. He, with his friends, watched in fascinated horror as the book slowly crumbled to dust. As the last of the book disintegrated Harry heard a high pitched scream of agony and rage just before darkness claimed him.

14th February, 1993

Malfoy Manor

Lucius Malfoy screamed as his dark mark burned. For a moment he thought the Dark Lord had returned but soon realized this was like nothing he had felt before. Though only a few minutes passed it felt as if he spent hours held in the grip of agony; when the pain finally ended he, with shaking hands and panting heavily, pulled back the sleeve of his robe. Lucius stared in disbelief at the bare skin of his arm where only moments before his dark mark had resided.

TBC...
A/N: I never liked the idea of multiple horcruxes nor the idea that Voldemort could have accidentally created a final one in Harry's scar. It simply didn't make sense. This led to the realization that if Quirrell(essentially a vessel for Voldemort's spirit) couldn't withstand Harry's touch how was he able to touch the other horcruxes without destroying them? And so was born the idea of Harry's touch alone, due to his mother's protection, being enough to destroy the diary and with it that bit of Voldemort's soul.
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