9

Dumbledore was soon suspended by the board. A few weeks after Dumbledore was absent; Harry noticed the staff at the table were freaking out. Maybe they were upset that he had bought the restoration potion from Kyiv. It had been delivered that day. Hermione was recovering. She would be out of the infirmary tomorrow. He had decided to only buy for Hermione.

It would still be months if they waited for the school mandrakes to ripen. Hermione would not forgive him for letting her miss that much schooling. Since the article, the school had finally found a source of mature mandrakes and ordered them. They would arrive in a few days. Then Snape could make the potion. That was a done deal; so, fate had something else for him to chew on.

"What is going on, Minerva?" Professor Sprout asked.

"It has happened," she said gravely. "The monster has taken a student. Right into the Chamber itself."

Harry heard Professor Flitwick squeal, and Professor Sprout clapped her hands over her mouth. He also heard the DA-DA professor ask,

"How can, you be sure?"

"The Heir of Slytherin," said Professor McGonagall, who was struggling to speak, "left another message."

"He left it right underneath the first one. This time the message was: her skeleton will lie in the Chamber forever.'"

Professor Sprout burst into tears.

"Who is it?" said Madam Hooch, who had sunk, weak-kneed, into a chair. "Which student?"

"Ginevra Weasley; a pure blood," said Professor McGonagall in a harsh tone. While she was not a blood bigot, she knew that a pureblood dying would cause worse issues for the school.

Harry was happy; maybe this would end well for him. Then he thought; damn, not with his luck; he needed to verify her death. There was also his contract. Fate was playing her game again. He just hoped she would not be fickle at it.

"We shall have to send all the students home tomorrow," said Professor McGonagall. "This is the end of Hogwarts. Damn you Albus. If you had stopped this before a pureblood got killed. You knew what might happen."

Internally laughing at the staff for not assuming the worse, it was time for action. Harry stopped listening any further, Harry dashed to the DADA classroom. He had to kill the pedophile before he fled the castle. Inside he found Lockhart packing up.

Fate is playing with him. This was too easy. The bastard would not see midnight tonight. He drew his wand and prepared for battle.

"Going somewhere, professor?" Harry asked.

"Harry I can explain." Lockhart pulled his wand and shouted Obliviate.

Harry dropped to the ground and responded with a bombarda. This was too perfect. His memory would prove self-defense. His only limit was the unforgivables. Lockhart tried to shield but his shield failed knocking him back. Lockhart responded by sending the cutting curse at Harry's neck followed by a bombarda to his chest. Harry dodged the first, and caught the second on the end of his wand, sending it back before Lockhart could respond. Harry was happy. His aim was true. Lockhart's chest exploded.

"Damn." He said to himself. "That went even better than I had planned." Harry then transferred the bombarda spell to his official wand. Now on to the bitch, Harry thought. Being fate's plaything; he was sure that he was going to have to fight his future wife. Well, it is better than a honeymoon with that slag.

{S}

Harry ran to the second-floor girl's bathroom, where he was positive the ghost of the girl who had died years ago would be. He would track the monster down and kill it. It hurt Hermione after all. Plus, he needed to see a corpse.

Arriving at the entrance, he quickly made sure he had his four wands, dagger, and gun.

Walking in, he asked, "Warren, are you here? Where are you?" he looked around for a second before seeing the head of the ghost appear out of one of the toilets.

"What are you doing here? This is the girl's bathroom?" she asked.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but I need information" Harry began. "Do you remember how it is that you died?"

Myrtle's whole aspect changed at once. She looked as though she had never been asked such a flattering question. "Ooooh, it was dreadful," she said with relish.

"It happened right in here. I died in this very stall. I remember it so well. I'd hidden because a boy was teasing me about my glasses. The door was locked, and I was crying, and then I heard somebody come in. They said something funny.

It was not in English."

"Anyway, what really got me was that it was a boy speaking. So, I unlocked the door to tell him to go and use his own toilet, and then," Myrtle swelled importantly, her face shining. "I died."

Harry was correct. The entrance was in this room. "This boy you mentioned! Have you seen him at any other points before or after you died?"

"Only a few times," she said gravely. "He was a prefect. After I died, he appeared again one night, that night he cruelly laughed at me for being dead" she said with a crestfallen face and looked moments away from crying.

"Look, I apologize for asking these questions, but my need is urgent," Harry said softly. "Did you see a first-year girl coming this way? She has red hair! Flat as a boy. Ugly as sin and twice as stupid."

"Oh yes," Myrtle confirmed with a different expression. Harry's insults seemed to make the ghost smile. Apparently, he was not the only person who did not like that slag. "She spoke in the same language as he did and threw a curse at me when she saw me. Why is she a friend of yours?"

"No" he shook his head, "someone who is soon to be dead." Myrtle smiled at that.

"Last question," he sucked in a breath, "When you died, did you perhaps see a pair of eyes coming from the sink" he pointed to the sink in front of him. It glowed with magic in his eyes.

"Yes," she replied in a hushed tone. "Over there, that sink was where I saw a pair of great big yellow eyes."

Harry thanked her. Then he started inspecting the sink; it was enchanted by what he could see while using his magic sight. Next, he found a snake carving on it.

Clearing his throat, he spoke again "Open" he said in parseltongue. The next thing he knew, the sink started opening. He looked down to see that there was a dark chute that seemed to be going down for miles.

"You know you are a fancy-able boy," Myrtle said "If you die, I wouldn't mind sharing my toilet with you" she giggled.

Harry looked at her for a moment then replied, "Thanks, Myrtle, but I'm not looking for a relationship at the moment. If I don't come back within four hours; tell the staff where I've gone. The name is Potter."

With that, he flicked his buloke wand out and jumped down the chute, and watched it seal again. Sliding down the chute was mostly disgusting, in Harry's opinion. Seeing that he was about to approach the bottom, he said 'aristo momentum' he waved his wand to slow down his speed.

His slower speed enabled him to ease to the ground, and he managed to place both feet firmly on the ground. Looking around, he saw he was stepping into a pile of bones, most likely the remnants of the basilisk meals. Then again, maybe not. The books said basilisks turn bones to white chalk instead of solid bones, which this wasn't. Something to ask Hermione later, he thought.

Once again, he pointed the wand toward himself and said "scourgify" to clear the slime off of himself. If he died; he wanted his body to look pristine; also his ghost.

Waving his wand again, he said "Lumos" to emit a small source of light. Pointing his wand in front of him, he saw a tunnel that looked like it went on forever. Walking forward a few meters, he soon spotted something huge on the ground. Silently hoping that it wasn't the basilisk, he proceeded forward cautiously.

When he got close enough, he pointed his wand toward what was on the ground and saw that it was just the snake's skin. "Bloody hell," he said as he examined the length of the skin, not only that he could tell that it had been recently shed and was giving off some foreign magic. "This thing must be over twenty meters long," regaining himself, he moved forward. He used the technique his mom taught him. He was silent as a ghost.

Moving forward, he soon found a giant vault-like entrance with different snakes on it. Harry then looked at the entrance and took a breath "Open" he said in parseltongue. One of the snakes started moving while the others drew back their heads, and then the vault-like door opened halfway. Slowly, Harry stepped in.

The next thing he knew, he was standing in a dimly lit chamber. Towering stone pillars entwined with more carved serpents rose to support a ceiling lost in darkness, casting long, black shadows through the odd, greenish gloom that filled the place. Harry saw that the torches were lit, providing a minimum brightness; as he stepped forward, he began to see someone lying on the ground near a large water pool. He was currently seeing the magical signatures of two different individuals, the girl on the ground and another person hiding in the shadows.

When he got halfway into the chamber, he verified the girl on the ground was the bitch Dumblefuck had shackled to him. He saw her arm pointing at him. He then waved his wand and said, "Bombarda" at Ginny Weasley. The girl's chest blew up. Now he had the corpse he needed.

"Come out! I know you're there."

He then suddenly felt cold creeping up his spine when a tall figure suddenly emerged from the shadows of the cave. There was black magic surrounding the figure. It was a boy. He was tall, and Harry had to guess that the boy was either 16 or 17; his skin was too pale. He was in Slytherin school robes with a prefect badge on it. He was partially translucent; Harry could see that the figure was holding Ginny's wand and had it pointed at him.

"How did you know I was here?" the boy asked.

"Weasley is not a parseltongue" Harry replied. Not telling the boy about his mage sight. He might need the advantage in a fight. The boy gave a dark chuckle as he neared Harry. Harry had been given a recording stone by Croaker. Now he activated it. He was sure the unspeakable would want to see this. Harry asked, "How are you here? What are you?"

The Slytherin boy said, "I am a memory. Preserved in the diary for 50 years."

Harry responded in a matching cold, expressionless voice, "Do I look stupid to you? You are no memory! They are not capable of manifesting a body" he kept his wand trained on him while looking around the chamber. He did not know what was going on, this definitely was a trap. The question is how to spring it without dying. The wraith was a fool. Didn't he know that knowing that a trap exists is the first stage of avoiding it? He would bet this boy or thing; would be as stupid as a Bond Villain.

"You are correct," the wrath said, amused. "That diary is something much more. I have waited so long to meet you, Potter," the wraith said with glee breaking the silence.

"How did your diary end up in her possession," he asked, wondering how much information this wraith would provide.

"Well, that's an interesting question," said Riddle pleasantly. "And quite a long story. Not an important one. What is, I suppose, the real reason Ginny Weasley is dead, it is because she opened her heart and spilled all her secrets to an invisible stranger."

Harry kept his eyes narrowed on the boy in front of him. "Do you mind explaining that?" he asked.

"The diary," said Riddle. "My diary. Little Ginny's been writing in it for months and months, telling me all her pitiful worries and woes! How her brothers tease her, how she had to come to school with secondhand robes and books, how…" Riddle's eyes glinted "How she didn't think the famous, good, great Harry Potter would ever like her… what the size of Harry Potter's broom … what her wedding night with the boy who lived will be like."

All the time he spoke, Riddle's eyes never left Harry's face. There was an almost hungry look in them. Harry wondered if by killing the girl, the wraith did not fully manifest. He guessed; his life force would be needed to finish that.

"It's very boring, having to listen to the silly little troubles of an eleven-year-old girl," he went on. "But I was patient. I wrote back. I was sympathetic; I was kind. Ginny loved me. No one's ever understood me like you, Tom… I want Harry... How can I get the girls away from Harry because I am to be his wife…I'm so glad I've got this diary to confide in… When will Dumbledore tell Harry he is married to me…? It's like having a friend I can carry around in my pocket…" he imitated a girlish voice.

"You fed on her stupidity, and took advantage of her naivety." Harry summarized. "I have to applaud you for that. You should take a bow. She was a bint that Albus and her mother signed a betrothal contract for me with. So, good show old chap. I bet she doesn't even know that she was opening the chamber, did she?"

The wraith gave a high cold laugh. The entire laugh echoed through the chamber. "You really are intelligent and ruthless, so just like me," he commented. "So, you really do not care I tortured her? That is surprising from a Potter. I wonder if we can be allies."

"And no, she didn't know, but she suspected, of course. It was very amusing. I wish you could have seen her new diary entries… far more interesting, they became…. Dear Tom," he recited, in a mocking girl's voice, "I think I'm losing my memory. Dear Tom, I can't remember what I did. Dear Tom, Percy keeps telling me I'm not myself. Dear Tom, I think several suspect me… Tom, what am I going to do? Tom, I think I'm going mad… In a way, you did the right thing by killing her. She had no problem when I had the basilisk attack the Ravenclaw bookworm. She even rejoiced at that one. I did not have to cloud her memory. She got herself off when she remembered the bookworm turning grey. Her only issue is the bookworm was petrified not killed."

"So, Potter, Ginny poured out her soul to me, and that was what I needed to happen. You see I wanted her soul. I was using her soul so I grew stronger and stronger. There is something delicious about having a diet of her deepest fears, her darkest secrets. Her lust; oh, her lust; her dreams of shagging you. Whenever she saw you, she would fantasize about the perfect shag with you. Not realizing, even I could notice, that you loathed her. I bet you enjoyed killing her. Since you knew about the contract it is no wonder; you hated her."

"But I will continue answering your question. As I consumed her soul; it made me grow powerful, far more powerful than little Miss Weasley. I would have just devoured her soul and come back; then she said you were friends with Hermione, I targeted her. I needed to send a message. I desperately wanted to meet and talk to you. I needed you to come here to the chamber. I knew you, a fellow parselmouth could." The wraith said.

"You said you wanted to talk with me. Why?" Harry asked, still not sure of what was going on yet. Should he join this bastard? Or at least appear to? Plus, the idiot was still doing his Bond villain monologue.

"Well," said Riddle, smiling pleasantly, "how is it that a baby with was able to defeat the greatest wizard of all time? How did you escape with nothing but a scar while my powers were destroyed?" His eyes were now blood red.

Tom Riddle was Voldemort? Harry thought. Just how much power did this wraith have? Could Harry kill him? Then his mage sight gave him a clue. He noticed a magical tendril that tethered the wraith with the diary. Why try to match power when it is easier to exploit a vulnerability? Basilisk venom was known to destroy all but stone, crystal, or glass. "Why do you give a damn how I beat Voldemort?" Harry asked.

"Voldemort" he spoke softly, "is my past, present, and future… Harry Potter." He then took the wand he was gripping and wrote three words in red fire in the air:

Tom Marvolo Riddle

Then he slashed his wand, and the words completely changed into a new name:

I am Lord Voldemort.

Harry was amused. Now he knew who he was really fighting. He wondered how much more information this braggart would let slip. He patted himself on the back. For once; fate was in his favor. Tom was as stupid as a Bond villain. Now all the idiot had to do was explain his master stroke so Harry could smash it.

"You, see?" he whispered. "It was a name I was already using at Hogwarts, for my slaves and servants only. Do you think I was going to keep using my filthy Muggle father's name forever? It just wouldn't do. Because, I, after all, have the blood of Salazar Slytherin running in my veins. Which is, after all, more important than any stupid blood status that the idiots spout."

"Harry, I knew purebloods would not respect or support someone that wasn't one of them. So, I fashioned myself a new name, a name I knew would bring fear to any who spoke it. One that the purebloods would naturally assume only another pureblood would have. They are that stupid, I admit."

Harry had finally lost it and began laughing. His laughter echoed throughout the chamber. "You're a half-blood! Now that is some delicious irony. Your death buggers hate anything and everything to do with muggles and muggleborns, yet their master is a half-blood. I have to give you credit. You prove that most of the wizard society has the intelligence of a rock."

Riddle's face turned murderous. He was about to speak, but the boy continued, "However, there is something I want to know. Why the hatred for muggles?"

Voldemort snarled. "The orphanage. At the orphanage, my mother died while giving birth to me. The orphanage I grew up at. The same place Dumbledore came to get me one day. An orphanage where I was bullied for being different." he said. "I am sure you can understand. I saw through Ginny, the hazing you are getting heir of Slytherin."

"Each year, when the school ended, you asked the headmaster if you could stay as you didn't want to go back." Harry enquired. He needed this proof that Dumbledick created Voldy.

"Yes," Riddle confirmed. "Each year, I asked headmaster Dippet to let me stay, but fucking Dumbledore always convinced him to send me back to that hellhole. He said it was for the greater good that I stayed there. No matter how I was when I returned to the school." "Sounds like Dumbledore," Harry commented. "Did you learn from Ginny about the abuse I received from my relatives? Relatives that he knew hated magic. Relatives he knew, abused me. Sometimes my Uncle Vernon almost killed me. Dumbledore and Pomfrey actually came on occasions to make sure I didn't die."

"Damn that bastard; doesn't he know when to stop meddling in matters that don't concern him. Let me guess, he never explained what his greater good was or how it would benefit you." Tom snorted. "I'm going to take a guess here and say that bastard knew about both your abuse at the hands of and the resulting hatred of muggles, didn't he?"

"He more than knew, he saw and did nothing," Riddle said in an angry voice. "I would come back to school with a visible mark. I would always miss the welcoming feast because I was in the infirmary."

Harry spoke again "Well, I have to agree with your hatred of the fucking goat. It would be karma if we both went and killed the fucker. However, I have one more question. That diary you spoke of, what is so special about it?" he questioned slowly.

Once again, Voldemort gave a dark chuckle. "You're not leaving the chamber alive, so I see no harm in telling you. That diary is a creation that I am most proud of: my first of seven horcruxes. The items were first created by Herpo the Foul. If it had finished eating that bint's soul; I would have then come out of this chamber to find you. Want to know anything else before you die?"

"No; not really," Harry replied, "by the way, thank you for that information."

"What" Voldemort was now confused? He expected the boy to join him.

"Well, I don't think you can finish becoming alive since Ms. Weasley is dead. So worse case you will be stuck here forever. As for what you said, it is too bad you are a braggart. Just to let you know; no one likes a wanking braggart!" "Such an idiot. How like a bad comic book villain. Did you really have to explain your plot if there remained the slightest chance of me being able to affect its outcome? You gave me how to destroy you. You gave me your vulnerabilities you stupid git. I can now destroy you." Harry was laughing at how pissed Tom looked. "So how does it feel to be burned by the boy who so desperately wanted to meet? Didn't you ever read Machiavelli? It is a double pleasure to deceive the deceiver."

Riddle finally noticed the crystal fleeing the chamber, on its way to Croaker. He was pissed. He cast several spells at it while it fled. None of them connected. "You little brat; you had this planned from the beginning!"

"Partially" Harry admitted, "Part of this was from the head unspeakable, himself. He is the one that will be listening to this conversation. I just wanted information from you to harm the fucking old goat that is our headmaster, but I never expected this much information."

"I wonder how this will play out in Trafalgar Square? Do the sheep know that the old bastard created both dark lords of this century? You know he and Gellert were lovers? Gellert became the wanker he was; because Dumbledore left him. They broke up because they couldn't agree on how to create their utopian world. A world that would have been dystopian to us half-bloods and to the muggle-born."

Harry made a big sigh. "Oh, well, I guess we have to fight, but since Croaker knows everything; even if I die, you are so totally wanked." He needed to provoke Tom, to get him to summon the basilisk.

Voldemort let out a primal scream and said "Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts four." In Parseltongue. "Kill the other speaker."

Harry said "Accio diary." And ran around the corner. Hearing the basilisk coming up behind him. "Oh, the great serpent. Please eat me. I don't want to have remains for Tom to gloat at." Harry said in parseltongue. He knew that

Tom would hear his surrender and fall for it also. "Are you sure speaker, my eyes would be less painful?" The basilisk replied in parseltongue.

"But then Tom could gloat over my dead body. This way, no dead body." Harry told the serpent in parseltongue. Internally, he thought, come on snake; be stupid. Once you kill Tom's shade; I can kill you.

"As you ask, speaker." That was the last thing the basilisk said in parseltongue. Harry was sure Tom was gloating. He was also sure of his opinion of the man. Tom didn't seem to realize Harry had his diary. How pathetic, all that power, no brains. He didn't even ask any questions of Harry, just kept monologuing.

The snake stopped and opened its mouth. Harry stuck out the diary. "Okay, bite." He said in parseltongue; trying to keep his voice calm.

The mouth closed and the tough skin brushed his hand. He jerked it back and looked. The diary was pierced by a fang and the hole in the book was smoking.

From the other end of the chamber came an unholy scream. Then he felt a wave of dark magic flies by him. Well; the dark lord failed again. Too bad he didn't permanently die. He had to end the other horcruxes. But Harry knew; two were gone now.

The basilisk started to thrash around. Harry had to wait until the spasms ended before he dared to move. He knew the death throes of the beast could crush him to death.

Harry was amused; apparently, the ink was poisonous to the beast. Who would have thought? He watched the beast slowly die by poison. Maybe, he could save some of the ink to use to kill Dumbledore, for the irony at least. Gloating to himself, three targets down today, and memory and basilisk as the cherries. Now, time to see if he can kill one more threat today. It was a good day after all. He couldn't wait to tell Hermione that the beast that petrified her was dead. Would this count as another life debt; he wondered?

{S}

Harry got the diary free of the snake after a lot of work and levitated the remains of Ginny. He walked back to the tube. "Stairs," he said in parseltongue. He watched the stairs appear.

"Should have thought of that before, idiot." He said to himself. It was important no one knew of this. The slide down in filth had to be covered up. Otherwise, he would never be able to live it down. He was sure Hermione, Daphne, and

Susan would mercilessly tease him if they knew.

{S}

As he entered McGonagall's office, he saw the look of shock on everyone's faces. There was Molly Weasley, apparently her husband, Albus, Minerva, Filius, Snape, and Pomona. Well, the day kept getting better. How to do this he wondered.

"Harry!" Said the group.

"Professors, guests. Here is what remains of your daughter, Molly, she was possessed by this diary. Sicked the basilisk on me. I had to kill both. Sorry." He said with an obviously fake tone. The room was quiet in shock.

"Headmaster, Lockhart tried to obliviate me. He is also dead in the DA-DA classroom. So please call the Aurors." Harry sank down on a chair.

"Harry my boy..."

"I am not your boy, jackass. And it is Mister Potter." Harry shouted. He drew his wand. Pointed in the direction of the headmaster. Now if the bitch would only react, he would call today a clean sweep for the year. And damn the consequences. Finally, Molly reacted, "You bastard, you killed my daughter!" Molly screamed as she drew her wand and rushed Harry.

"Stupefy, Vulnus!" Harry shouted as he stunned Mister Weasley but decapitated Misses Weasley.

"Yeah, we need the Aurors. I will also want my solicitor present." Harry said sadly but perked up with the look of rage on Dumbledore's face. Well, today was a good day. Tom, Ginevra, Molly, Flophart, plus the basilisk dead, and one pissed-off headmaster. His girlfriend was avenged. He would count the day as a major win.

{S}

Two hours later Harry was at a table in an unused classroom. In the room were all the heads of houses, the headmaster, and Harry's solicitor, a second solicitor from the same firm, Amelia Bones, four Aurors, and two other people from the ministry. The second solicitor introduced himself as Gerald Shargel. This should be fun; Harry thought; he had killed four people after all. "Madam Bones, I am glad you could come. Who are your ministry companions" Sidney Korshak asked?

"This is Undersecretary Dolores Umbridge and unspeakable Algernon Croaker." Harry shook Croaker's hand. He noticed that Croaker slipped him a recording crystal.

"Mister Potter, are you okay answering questions under veritaserum?" Harry nodded. "Okay. Please administer the veritaserum" Korshak stated. Both of his lawyers noticed the look between the unspeakable and their client when Harry was asked that question. Amelia also did.

Amelia put three drops of a potion on Harry's tongue.

"What is your name?

"Harry James Potter"

"Alright, let's get the basics out of the way, Madam Bones." Korshak barked.

"Mister Potter, why did you kill Lockhart?" Amelia started. Croaker gave her a file on that man before she flooed to the school. She felt that as a rapist of children; his death was a good thing.

"I went into his classroom for help stopping the basilisk." Thanks to his occulmency he was able to not say – I needed bait and had a contract to kill that bastard; barely. "I was pretty sure I knew where the chamber's entrance was. When I caught him fleeing, he cast a spell on me. It was an obliviate. We then exchanged some spells. A few spells later he was dead." Harry said.

"So, he drew his wand on you before you did anything hostile toward him?"

Amelia asked.

"Yes."

"So, once he started casting on you, Mister Potter, you just cast to defend yourself?" Korshak asked.

"Yes."

"Did you go to him because he wasn't a part of the regular staff?" Shargel asked.

"Yes," Harry replied, again stopping himself from saying more.

"Why did you not go to the regular staff?" Shargel asked. He already knew the answer. He just wanted to bait the headmaster.

"The headmaster is a manipulative old goat that has caused me problems. I think he wants me dead. I am not sure why." Harry responded.

All of the ministry folk looked at the headmaster. Albus refused to say anything.

"Okay, I don't really see any more point with that one. Given Lockhart's and your own wands, verified your story, Harry, you will not be charged for Lockhart." Amelia stated. She noticed that Algernon was about to say something, but stopped when she dropped it. Amelia would not fight Croaker over such a wizard as Lockheart. Even if there was more to the story, some people did not deserve for her to put forth that much effort. "Mister Potter, how did you find the chamber of secrets?" Amelia checked off

"Professor McGonagall told me that Myrtle was the person that was killed during the first opening of the chamber. So, I just went to find out from Myrtle where the entrance was. That led straight to the chamber because she was killed in the bathroom she normally haunts. Which was the opening into the chamber. I think it shows how stupid the headmaster is; if it took me thirty seconds to figure this out; why couldn't he also figure it out? After all; he is supposed to be this great wizard." Harry was internally laughing, Dumbledore looked ready to scream.

"Why did you go into the chamber?"

"The creature hurt one of my friends. I went in to kill it. I figured Ginny Weasley was already dead. I went to verify she was dead." This answer actually surprised him. He cared more for Hermione than hated Ginny. He was sure his aunt and probably his mother would tease him about this. "What happened when you entered into the chamber of secrets?"

"There was a light between this diary and Ginny. Her wand arm was pointed at me. When I saw her mouth was open, I cast a bombarda to stop her from being more of a threat. She did not survive it. Then an apparition appeared. We talked. The apparition summoned the basilisk and ordered it to kill me. I set up the basilisk to bite down on this diary. Once the basilisk bit down on the diary, the apparition disappeared. The diary leaked ink. The ink killed the basilisk. Then I grabbed the diary, and the body of Ginevra then left the chamber.

I asked the ghost Nick where the headmaster was. I figured that despite the orders from the school board; he would be sticking his beak back into the school. Then went to him. The end."

"So, you thought both Jenny and the basilisk were threats to you?" Korshak asked.

"Yes. I am a parseltongue. I could understand the order for it to kill me. It was obvious that the bint had been using the basilisk to hurt me. After all, why did she enjoy having the creature attack Hermione?"

"How do you know that?"

"The wraith spoke about that attack. He said she targeted Hermione. Then self-abused herself when it had happened. She was only upset that Hermione was only petrified and not killed." "Can we see your memory?" Croaker asked.

"Sure, but since I had a recording cube running; why not just watch that? Just let my solicitor make a copy first." Everyone looked at Harry with shock. The looks of shock became more pronounced once they saw what happened. Harry was happy that Croaker had been able to edit out a few parts while making the playback seamless. He couldn't let the goat know some things. Croaker apparently agreed. Croaker made sure the recording started after the bombarda at Ginevra.

"Do you need anything else, Madam Bones? Korshak asked.

"Mister Potter; did you at any time control the basilisk or have it attack students here at Hogwarts." Amelia asked.

"No, and no," Harry replied.

"On the matter of the basilisk, Harry is innocent of using the creature to attack his fellow students. He was not the heir of Slytherin. You will have to ask your client; what he wants to be done with the carcass. I approve of the ministry granting the right of conquest for Harry."

"Madam Bones; the snake was at my school. It belongs to the schools!" Dumbledore bellowed.

"The laws are quite clear. Harry killed it, it is his." Amelia said firmly.

"Harry, my boy…" Albus started.

"Fuck you, old goat. I came to you when the students started bullying me about being the heir of Slytherin. You did nothing. You said I had to just suck it up. I wonder if you encouraged the students to bully me. I feel that neither you, nor this school, nor its students deserve shit." Harry retorted. "After listening to Tom; there is no way I would give you anything. You created the Dark Lord that killed my parents, you bastard. You deserve nothing. You have earned nothing. I claim right of conquest."

"Headmaster Dumbledore. We will be investigating, how a twenty-plus meter snake was not stopped or even detected by your wards, portraits, or ghosts." Amelia barked. "Now on to the issue of the youngest Weasley."

"Harry, did you know what the diary was?" Dumbledore jumped in. He did not want any information about the girl to come out to the head of the DMLE.

"I was not for sure before the idiot told me. Now I have a research project. I need to know all about horcruxes." Harry responded. "Same with Herpo the foul; there are no books like that in the library, I wonder why that is?"

Dumbledore was in a panic now. How to stop Harry from learning about them? He had removed all the books about Herpo and Horcruxes from the library. It was also why he kept Binns; well one of the reasons, taking the salary for his own was a nice benefit.

But he had done all he could to keep the information about subjects like Herpo out of his school. But there were other sources. Did the brat know about his scar? That was a question for another time. Albus had to shut down this line of questions now. Neither Amelia nor Harry must know about them or that Albus knew more than he was saying.

Finally, Amelia spoke. "Fine, I see no reason to push it. Harry; you are declared innocent of any crimes related to Ginevra Molly Weasley. However, we have one more. The last person you killed today was Molly Weasley."

Shargel spoke up. "Mister Potter, were you not attacked by Mrs. Weasley during the Yule holiday while you were on platform 9 ¾?"

"Yes, she did," Harry responded.

Dumbledore finally showed his anger. "Harry, she was only giving you a hug, it was not an attack."

"Silence headmaster, I was asking my client. Did the bitch not grab you from behind where you had to defend yourself? You had to cast a spell to free yourself from her?"

"Yes, she did and I did."

"Tonight, she threatened to kill you, correct?" "Yes, I was afraid of her reaction after she saw her daughter. She was dangerously mad. Any student in Hogwarts knows how insane the woman was. We have all heard her howlers. I knew that she was part of a vigilante or militia group during the First War. Then she threatened my life. Then I saw her hand reach for her wand. I felt I did not have much choice. Her husband also went for his wand. That was not a surprise. I expected him to support her. Hence my stunning of the man. I would have cast to kill on him also, but he had never threatened me."

"Harry, how could you kill so easily? You need to forgive!" Albus demanded.

Korshak stopped Harry from answering. "Mister Dumbledore; that is not relevant to the situation. If a mad woman drew her wand on me; I would feel that my life was threatened."

"I think we have heard enough from you Mister Potter. No charges will be applied." With that Amelia administered the antidote. "However, judging by reactions; Albus; is there something else going on between the Weasleys and Mister Potter?"

Albus winced before he regained his composure. Harry could not know about the contract. Now that Ginevra was dead; he would have to find another pure-blood daughter of a light family. He would also have to pay the bride price, in full back to the brat.

This day was not going well for the greater good. Harry needed to produce an heir that Albus could control then the brat must die. The child and the bint Harry knocked up would also die soon thereafter. After all, only Albus deserved all the wealth and power the Potter line had. Now Albus needed a new slag for the brat to knock up. Where was he going to find a pure-blood female from the light faction in the right age range that he could control?

"I did not kill anyone tonight so I will not be answering any questions, Madam Bones," Albus said as he quickly left the room.

"I will take the diary," Croaker stated. Amelia just nodded.

The group was surprised when Hedwig came in through the window, with a message from Gringotts. Harry took the letter, read it, and gave it to Korshak. He raised his eyebrows. He then gave the letter to Shargel. Shargel laughed when he read it.

"Apparently there was some sort of betrothal contract between Ginevra and Harry. With the death of both Ginny and Molly, Gringotts is demanding sixty thousand galleons from the Weasleys. If whoever signed the contract on the other end; pays up since the Weasley is too poor to do so; Gringotts won't release the name." Shargel said to Amelia's unspoken question

"Possible line theft?" Amelia asked.

"If the full price is returned; we will never know," Shargel said, shrugging.

"Well, despite the headmaster's questionable behavior; and likely manipulations. I consider the issue closed. Mister Potter; I, Amelia Bones,

The head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement declares you innocent of all charges. The killings were all in self-defense under the law. So mote it be."

"Hmm, hmm. Are we going to let this half-blood get away with killing two pure-bloods?" Dolores finally added. "Also you must arrest him, all parselmouths are evil."

"It was self-defense. There is no crime. Harry, you should have Korshak make arrangements with Gringotts to harvest that basilisk." Amelia said.

"Madam Umbridge, I will have you know that Mister Potter is registered as a parselmouth with the ICW. Therefore, you cannot have him arrested for that." Korshak stated daring the woman.

"Mister Korshak, see to the basilisk harvest. Also, take 5% for yourself for setting it up." Harry flatly stated. He liked his solicitors. They were extremely good at their jobs. "If that is all. I am going to the hall for dinner. Please announce that the monster is dead." With that, Harry left the room to go get dinner.

"It wasn't until three days later during the leaving feast that Dumbledore announced that the monster was dead. He only said that Harry had stopped it. That was enough to end the harassment though. So, Harry was okay with it.

Fate played one more card that night; Hermione joined him during the leaving feast. She promised to punish him for risking his life and then reward him for killing the basilisk. Harry found that amusing until Hermione, Daphne, and Susan slapped the back of his head and then kissed him on the cheek.

{N}

Who Is Teaching Our Children

We at the Prophet found out about the current teacher of Defense against the Dark Arts at our premier education edifice.

The teacher for this year was Gilderoy Lockhart.

While many of you would think that would be a feather in the cap for Hogwarts; it turns out to be just the opposite.

We can start with the professor trying to obliviate The Boy Who Lived. When that did not succeed; he tried to kill our national hero.

Luckily for us, Harry Potter survived the battle.

Gilderoy did not survive!

In a report from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; they were able to prove that Gilderoy was a fraud. He did not actually do what he wrote about in his books.

If that was it, that would be bad for the school. But there is more, much, much, more!

The DMLE verified that Lockhart raped and sodomized more than one hundred children before he was hired by Hogwarts.

Did the Headmaster know? As a chief warlock, he presided over many cases where unknown reasons, Lockhart was cleared of all charges.

Neither Hogwarts nor the Headmaster responded to the request for comments.

Rita Skeeter – Correspondent

{S}

Albus was pissed. The school year had not gone as planned. Harry was no closer to being under his control than when the school year started. Even the basilisk did not help the situation. The boy never came to him for help and support. The one time he did; Harry had demanded not begged. Not for support, but for the teachers and staff to stop the bullying. In reality; what they should have done. He never came to beg. That would never do. The boy had to submit to him.

The good news, no one could prove that he knew anything at all about the basilisk. Or that he could have stopped the attacks whenever he wanted to. It would never come out that he let the attacks continue to put pressure on the brat because the basilisk only had attacked mudbloods and Harry's girlfriend.

There was also no way Harry or anyone else could prove that he had encouraged the students to attack and bully Harry. Glamor and the imperious ensured that. No one would accuse let alone try to prove the leader of the light would do such a thing.

The day may be getting better. He would have the order intercept Harry at the platform and take him back to privet drive. While that was happening, he would get the name and address of Harry's muggle guardians. A quick obliviate or so later. The Dursleys would be back in legal control of Harry. Hopefully, he would not need Madam Pomfrey to save the boy again. But he hoped Pomfrey would be needed all the same; just short of life-saving. That was a fine line. Maybe he and Poppy should head to Privet Drive soon after the order left the boy there.

Nothing could interfere with his plans. He was the great Albus Dumbledore, after all, and he couldn't allow anything to get in his way. He knew the prophecy since he was after all the greatest wizard of his time. He had to make sure that Harry died. That the brat died at the right time; in the right way. He knew this and planned years for it. He wanted Harry to sacrifice himself. If not, there is always the elder wand or whatever was needed to put the boy in front of Tom's wand.

Then there was the issue of Ginevra. Albus would have to find another pureblood daughter of a light family to marry and sire an heir for Harry. He had to do this before Harry died, that way Albus could control the wealth and power Harry would leave behind to his wife and child. Killing the mother after the child's birth would be simple. Soon to be followed by the spawn of the brats.

If only it could happen soon. Arthur had contacted him. Gringotts had threatened to seize the Weasley vault and were going after the family for the rest of the bridal price. To keep the peace, or, more importantly; to keep his secrets; Albus paid it out of his own vault. That had hurt, but once the brat and his spawn would be dead, he would recoup the loss. Never giving it thought that he created the loss in the first place. Plus he needed plausible deniability. Molly knew too much. She would have to die soon. If someone questioned her under veritaserum, both of them would spend more than a few years in Azkaban.

After all, Albus deserved all the wealth and fame. He was the great Albus Dumbledore. He was the only one who knew what was right for the greater good of the wizarding world.

Thinking of this lets him ignore his other school problems. Unlike normal years, the school had no suicides for the last two years. The school, and himself, benefitted when a student paid the full seven years of tuition when they do not survive the full seven. The school did not offer refunds. Since most of the suicides were mudbloods, no one in power cared. Even accidents were down. He frowned.

Though he preferred accidents to non-pure bloods, some eggs had to break for the omelet.

The second issue he was avoiding was the post of Defense against the Dark Arts. He would have to find another teacher that is incompetent. He thought that was even more important than the other issue with the DA-DA teacher.

More than one parent took their children to Saint Mungo's. The school had to pay for each visit. Then the school was paying out hundreds of thousands of galleons to pay off those students Gilderoy attacked. The school also had to pay for the healing. He was glad that Saint Mungo's was so good at healing. This reduced the payments. Saint Mungo's could fix the minds of the students. Plus, females, they would have their innocence restored. It was a pity, they could not restore that on males. Pity the bastard only preyed on purebloods. He would have cheered if half-bloods or mudbloods would have been attacked.

{S}

"Albus, may I speak with you please."

"Damn, what problem just came up?" Dumbledore thought then looked at the Floo, and where Amelia Bones' head was currently being projected.

"What is it this time, Director? I thought you were done with the investigations of the chamber, its monster, and Lockheart."

"No, I cannot close those investigation. That is because you have used your connections to avoid answering questions; however, this is something else."

Albus allowed the head of the DMLE to step through. "What can I do to help you with, Ma'am?"

"Albus, Dolohov, and Bellatrix have escaped from Azkaban."

Dumbledore tried to hide his grin. This would be the perfect excuse to take Harry from the platform he needed. Any innocents killed by that pair would be worthy of collateral damage; he thought.

{S}

To avoid Dumbledore Harry slipped out of the castle as soon as the gates opened in the morning. The carriages with the thestrals were not ready, yet. Despite the distance, he felt that the walk was worth it. Halfway on the walk, he called the Rookwood house elf, Pokesy. The elf took his trunk. Before the elf left, he gave Harry a piece of parchment and a book.

{M}

Harry

The new law goes into effect at noon. The old goat fucker will know my name and general address. It is as bad as expected. We are expecting this, so, we will be safe. You don't have to worry about us.

Just in case you need to know the exact; the new law gives the magical guardians the name, etc. of the muggle guardians. The muggle and magical guardian are required to meet at least once a year to discuss our mutual charge.

Yes, I know, meddlesome old fool was behind it.

Your aunt will be home for my protection today.

Your friend Croaker checked the home of your "friend" Hermione Granger. Just as you suspected; there are several charms and wards that were placed around that home. They were placed by Dumbledore. There is a mail notification charm that would reroute any official mail; either Ministry or Gringotts, that Hermione is sent via owl to him. All other owl mail to the residence would be copied with the copy going to the fucking bastard. Your aunt recommends removing the wards, until then, use a house elves for your communication with Hermione. Also, I am warning the Grangers about all the bullshit.

Per your request, here is a book on occlumency for Hermione. Your aunt verified that Susan already has been taught by her aunt. Someone, probably her father, taught Daphne. Luna seems to be a natural occlumen. Those three can keep the goat out for a while. They would know that he was probing when he did.

In surprising news, your godfather made you, his heir. It was on the back page of the Prophet so you may not know about this yet.

We will go over what this means to you when you get home. However, there is one effect you need to know about before you leave the school, you will have to have a Mrs. Potter, Mrs. Peverell, and a Mrs. Black. Since you said Hermione, Luna, Daphne, and Susan were flirting with you, I think they already know.

The last is something your aunt is passing on from Croaker. "Have Patience."

Love

Your Mom

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Harry smirked at the digits. It was meaningless. She just added it to annoy anyone that read this that shouldn't. She did the same to his owl-delivered mail. Dumbledore was infuriated by it. So he did the same thing to his mail.