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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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A/N: This chapter contains some disturbing imagery though nothing terribly graphic. It does serve a purpose aside from tormenting Harry. I can't say any more really without risking ruining the drama of the moment.
Chapter XXXIII

3rd March, 1993

Hogwarts

Following the conversation in the hospital wing Dumbledore had made immediate contact with the Goblins. They had sent one of their best curse breakers and luckily he had been able to break through the protections on the Chamber of Secrets. With Hagrid standing by with several new roosters it was a matter of moments to open the chamber and send the cockerels through the opening. Nobody knew why the crow of a rooster was fatal to a basilisk but as they could hear them crowing on their way into the chamber there was no doubt the great snake would soon be dead. Several days after this a team of Goblin warriors made their way into the Chamber, quickly confirming the snake’s death. The roosters had been retrieved and now resided in the capable hands of Hagrid.

Harry almost wished Dumbledore had been forced to resign but as he had handled the situation correctly there had been no cause. In spite of the fact that the Headmaster had taken the steps he had Harry was still suspicious of the man, as were his grandfather and the others. None of them could believe that Voldemort had, for a second time, managed to infiltrate the school without the Headmaster’s knowledge. If he had truly been unaware, the Wizarding world needed to re-evaluate their definition of greatest and most powerful when referring to those such as Dumbledore.

When news of the basilisk broke the school was in an uproar. The tumult was short-lived as the announcement was followed with the news that the great snake had been found and destroyed. Harry couldn’t help thinking it unfair for the snake to be destroyed when it had obviously been used by Voldemort but he could think of no other way the school could have been safe-guarded. They had no idea who had brought the diary into the school or what part it had played in the attacks. After some discussion it was decided to leave things as they stood. Without the diary it would be impossible to find the culprit, they would just have to hope the person had been an innocent dupe.

The school, in the past couple of weeks, had settled back into a normal routine. The potion to revive the victims of the basilisk would be ready in another month and they would be awakened none the worse for wear. The only fly in the soup now was one Gilderoy Lockhart, so-called Professor for Defence Against the Dark Arts. The classes had not improved, each seeming to become more ludicrous than the last. If it weren’t for their independent studies Harry was sure that he and his friends would have learned nothing about defending themselves. Frankly if Lockhart and Quirrell were representative of the quality of DADA teachers it was no wonder dark lords were able to so easily run amok.

“Harry mate, wait up,” an unwelcome voice called from behind him.

Harry considered ignoring the call but in the end good manners won out and he stopped, turning to face the youngest Weasley. “Did you want something?” he asked in a cold voice.

He really didn’t like the redhead. His twin brothers were okay, though their pranks sometimes bordered on bullying. As Harry had little patience for such behaviour he didn’t spend much time near the older Weasleys either. Ginny was the only Weasley he had regular contact with and she was so quiet and obviously star-struck that he didn’t really know much about her.

“I just wanted to give you a warning.”

“A warning?” Harry raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. I know the basilisk was killed but you do know who freed it from the chamber don’t you?”

“Yes I do. I’m surprised you were able to figure it out...”

“Oh it wasn’t hard. I mean who else could it be but Malfoy. He should have been a snake.”

Harry glared at the other boy.

Ron continued, oblivious to the glare aimed his way. “But I don’t understand you Harry. If you know it was Malfoy that released the snake why are you still hanging about with him?”

“You ignorant prat. Draco didn’t release the basilisk and I will thank you not to be spreading such vicious rumours about a friend of mine.” Harry turned away but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. Spinning around he moved without thinking, his hand curled into a fist and he let fly, catching the red head on the nose. What would have happened after that will never be known as it was at this moment that Professor Lockhart happened upon them.

“Mr. Potter five points from Ravenclaw for attacking a fellow student and detention with me for the rest of the week. Be in my office at 7 p.m.”

“Yes sir,” Harry scowled. He didn’t really mind the punishment as he really shouldn’t have hit Weasley; he just wished it could have been some other teacher who had discovered them. Why did it have to be Lockhart and why did the man look so gleeful at the prospect?

7:00

Gilderoy Lockhart’s office

Harry arrived at the office exactly on time. Raising his hand to knock he was surprised when the door swung open before he could make contact.

“Right on time Harry, do come in,” Lockhart greeted him.

Harry itched to tell the man off for his familiarity but as he was already in trouble he thought better of it. Moving past his teacher he stepped into the room. Having heard from other students who had served detention with Lockhart Harry had been expecting to see the surface of the desk littered with fan mail and pictures of the foppish teacher. He was therefore quite surprised to see a completely clean desk, not even a quill and inkpot sat on its surface.

Hearing a mumbled spell being cast behind him Harry turned coming face to face with a grinning Lockhart. “What was that spell Professor?”

“Oh that? Just a small locking charm, wouldn’t want your detention to be interrupted, would we?” Lockhart took a step towards his student. There had been many boys serving detention throughout the year and while they had been enjoyable they weren’t Harry Potter. Finally he would attain the prize he’d hoped for when he accepted the position offered.

Harry took a step back. “What exactly will I be doing Professor?”

Lockhart raised his wand, “Imperious.” He smiled in anticipation. “Can you hear me Harry?”

“Yes Professor,” Harry responded in a monotone. What was wrong with him? Why did he feel as if he were floating, almost as if he were disconnected from himself?

“Good, very good.” Lockhart closed the distance. Looking down at the boy he shivered in delight. Finally the boy would be his. His hand shaking lightly he began to comb his fingers through the boy’s hair. Leaning down he kissed the child lightly on the cheek. “Now Harry take off your clothes,” he whispered the command.

Harry had stood perfectly still as the man began touching his hair. He wanted to run away but for some reason he didn’t seem to be able to do so. When the order was given his hands moved to his robes though he fought the command with all of his might. His hands began to shake as he fought off the order to disrobe in front of the horrible man. Harry had heard of things like this on the news but had never expected to become the victim of such a person, especially after he had begun learning magic. The shaking became more violent the harder Harry fought, finally with a tremendous push of will power he broke away from the spell he was under.

“No! You get away from me!” he screamed as he backed away from the teacher.

Lockhart was shocked. Nobody had ever been able to resist the Imperious curse. “How did you...never mind it doesn’t matter. I’ll just have to do this the hard way. I can always obliviate you afterwards just as I did all those witches and wizards whose exploits I claimed as my own.” He raised his wand prepared to cast a body bind on the child. He was met with a red light as his intended victim raised his own wand, casting Stupefy only seconds before Lockhart could act.

Shaking horribly Harry ran to the door and tried unsuccessfully to unlock it. But he couldn’t manage it; his hands were shaking too much, his wands movements too jerky as a result. It had been a miracle born of desperation that had allowed him to cast the previous spell.

“Have to get out of here, please somebody help me,” Harry sobbed. He had never been so frightened in his life or if he had he couldn’t recall it. How was he going to get out of here? What if Lockhart woke up? Frantically he looked around, hoping to find a means of escape. That was when he spotted the fireplace, floo powder placed on the mantle. Running to it he grabbed a handful of powder and threw it into the flames. Calling out his destination he flooed to the Mount Street flat, calling for his grandfather the moment he entered the parlour.

“Harry, lad what is it? What’s happened?” Shocked to hear Harry’s obviously distressed voice Ginger had ran from the dining room into the parlour.

Seeing his grandfather Harry rushed into his open arms, desperate for the safety and comfort he knew he’d find.

Ginger had never seen his grandson so upset. He knew that anything which could upset him to this point must be serious. He cast a bewildered look towards his friends as he stood in the centre of the room, holding his sobbing grandson in his arms. What could have happened at Hogwarts now?

TBC...
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