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Harry Potter And The Twists Of Fate
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Category: Alternate Universe
Genres: Action/Adventure, Drama, Fluff, Humor
Warnings: Extreme Language, Sexual Situations, Violence
Story is Complete
Summary: What if the fates let Harry's parents live that night he got his scar, plus gave him a younger sister and become friends with the Weasleys, especially Ron earlier. What would be different?
Hitcount: Story Total: 222871; Chapter Total: 6491
Chapter 13: The Voice and the Chamber
The next night, after curfew, Harry and Ron sneaked out of Gryffindor Tower in Harry’s invisible cloak and headed for the Dungeons. Unfortunately, Ron tripped on the hem of the cloak and caused them to crash into a suit of armor on the second floor. Harry just managed to throw the cloak off of them and into an alcove when Filch came running up.
The caretaker was practically smiling when he dragged them to McGonagall’s quarters. Their head of house was not pleased to be awoken at that hour. When asked why they were sneaking around, Harry told her that they just wanted a midnight snack. McGonagall looked unconvinced but dismissed them after she told them to see her after dinner the next evening for their detentions. Filch made it a point to escort them to their common room.
The two boys were quite glum the next day as they wondered what kind of detention they would receive. Their fellow Marauders tried their best but not even Fred or George could cheer them up. Even Ron was not hungry at dinner that night.
When the rest of the students got up to go back to their dormitories, Ron and Harry said their goodbyes to their friends and slowly walked to McGonagall’s office. Harry knocked on the door and they entered when bade to do so.
“All right, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley,” the elderly woman said, “I have considered your detention for last night’s breaking of curfew. I know growing boys need their nourishment but that doesn’t excuse sneaking around. Now, Mr. Weasley, you will go with Mr. Filch to the Trophy room and polish all the awards there, by hand, no magic.”
Ron gulped and looked at Filch who was almost smiling, his arms filled with rags and one hand holding a bottle of metal polish.
Just then, another knock was heard on the door. Filch opened it and stepped back, revealing Lockhart at the door.
“Ah, Minerva,” he said, his usual smile on his face, “I gather that you’ve told Mr. Potter what his detention is.”
Harry felt a sense of dread creep up his spine.
“No, Gilderoy,” McGonagall said, a sigh escaping her lips, “I was just about to.”
“Oh,” Lockhart said, “Let me be the one, then.” Without waiting for a reply from the older woman, he approached Harry. “Harry, my boy. Your detention this evening is to help me answer some of my fanmail.” He drew even closer to Harry, who had a look of horror on his face. Lockhart apparently misinterpreted the look as some form of joy. “Yes, yes, I know. It seems a bit inappropriate for a detention. But I had to take this opportunity to let you have a glimpse of the price of fame and maybe practice when you get your own fanmail.” He placed an arm on Harry’s shoulder and started to lead him to the door. “Come, come. We mustn’t waste any more time.”
Harry looked back at Ron, his eyes pleading. Ron just shrugged his shoulders though a faint smile could be seen forming at the corner of his mouth. Harry frowned and vowed to tell Ron off later.
It was two hours later as he was writing down addresses of Lockhart’s fans on envelopes that Harry heard the voice for the first time.
It was a voice that chilled one’s bones, filled with ice-cold venom. It was asking someone to come to it, to allow it to kill, tear and rip apart whoever it was calling.
Apparently, Lockhart hadn’t heard the voice, but he quickly dismissed Harry when he noticed the time. Harry gratefully left Lockhart’s office for Gryffindor tower.
Later, in their dormitory, Harry interrupted Ron’s rant about polishing trophies and awards multiple times to tell him what he had heard. It seemed Ron couldn’t explain the voice either. Harry fell asleep wondering where the voice had come from.
Later in the week, Harry and Ron successfully managed to get into Snape’s private quarters undetected. They managed to change the color of Snape’s robes to pink. Unfortunately for the Potions Master, it was invisible to him. The Slytherins were too nervous to tell him while the other houses simply snickered behind his back. It was Professor Dumbledore who informed him of his robe’s new color during lunch, causing Snape to disappear for the rest of the day. Needless to say, he was meaner to the other houses for the rest of the week.
Two weeks passed without incident. Then, one evening in the last week of November, Harry was sitting down to dinner between Ron and Hermione after being held back by Lockhart for almost a half-hour. Harry saw Fred and George seated nearby, conversing with another Gryffindor fourth year, Lee Jordan. However, he did not see any other redheads at their table.
He turned to Colin Creevey who was seated across from him. “Hey, Colin,” he said, “have you seen Rose and Ginny? They’re usually the first down here among you lot.”
“The last I saw of them was in Potions, Harry,” the younger boy said, his voice filled with awe as Harry seldom talked to him.
Harry frowned and turned to look at the Head Table. Snape was also missing from his customary place. Harry wondered what the Potions teacher was doing with his sister and friend. Sighing, he turned to eat, knowing he couldn’t do a thing about it for now.
As the minutes ticked by, Harry started to feel nervous. He wondered again what Snape was doing to the two girls. Finally, he took a last gulp of pumpkin juice and stood up.
Ron looked at him with an eyebrow raised, “Are you done already, Harry?” he asked.
“I can’t eat, Ron,” Harry replied, “I’m worried about Rose and Ginny not showing up yet for dinner. You heard Colin. Who knows what Snape is up to. I’ve got to go find them.”
Ron sighed, “Oh, all right. I’ll come with you. After all, it’s my sister, too.”
Hermione said, “Wait, I’ll come, too.”
The three friends left the Great Hall and headed for the Dungeons. They could not have predicted the events that followed.
Later that night, they were in an empty classroom, discussing the events of the previous two hours.
Harry had heard the same cold, murderous voice he had heard in Lockhart’s office. He had gone running after it, heedless of his friend’s calls to wait for them and his sister, who they passed in the first floor. Harry had followed the voice to a second floor corridor which was partly flooded. It was Hermione who pointed out the foot-high words in blood splashed on the wall, between two windows, proclaiming that “the Chamber of Secrets had been opened” and warning “enemies of the Heir”. Then, they noticed Mrs. Norris, Filch’s cat hanging suspended in front of the words.
As they were looking at the cat, the rest of the school had come by on their way back to their dormitories. The students had stopped in shock and stared at the wall. Filch had been terribly upset, trying to blame Harry, but Dumbledore took matters into his own hands and took Harry, Ron and Hermione to Lockhart’s classroom for questioning with Snape, McGonagall and Filch coming along.
Dumbledore had explained that the cat was merely petrified. Fortunately for Mrs. Norris, the second years had been working on mandrakes in Herbology, which were cures for petrification if chopped up once mature. Unfortunately, that would take a few more months for the mandrakes to mature. Filch was not happy.
After making sure the three Gryffindors knew nothing about the cause of the cat’s petrification or the writing on the wall, Dumbledore had dismissed them.
Now, Hermione and Ron advised Harry not to mention the voices he claimed to have heard, which they had not heard.
“Do you think this Chamber of Secrets is what Dobby was talking about, Harry?” Hermione asked.
Harry shrugged, “Maybe. It seems terrible enough. Have you heard about it?”
“I think so,” Ron said, his face scrunched up as he thought about it, “I think someone mentioned something about a secret chamber here at Hogworts. It might have been Bill.”
“Well,” Hermione said, “Maybe I can find something on it in Hogwarts: a History. I had to leave my copy in order to fit all of Lockhart’s books in my trunk, but I’m sure there are several copies in the library.”
Ron and Harry exchanged amused glances, knowing that it was Hermione’s favorite book. They knew she had read it cover to cover, probably the only person they knew who had.
“Um, we better get back to the common room,” Ron said, “It’s getting late.”
Harry slapped his forehead, “Bloody hell, I forgot about Rose.” He quickly left the classroom, ignoring Hermione’s admonishment about language, and almost ran back to Gryffindor Tower.
Once there, he looked around and then breathed a sigh of relief as he saw Rose seated near the fireplace, talking to Fred and George. The common room was deserted except for the three redheads
He immediately moved in front of her. “Where the hell have you been?” he asked.
Rose turned around and glared at him, “Oh, thanks so much for your concern, Harry. It sure didn’t look like it when you tore pass me like Snape was after you.”
Harry gulped then raised his hands in supplication as he attempted to placate his tempestuous sister. “Er, I did? Er, sorry, sis. Umm, well, umm.”
Hermione sighed, “You did pass by her, Harry, while following that voice you heard.”
“What voice?” Rose asked.
Harry sighed, “Okay, you three, none of this is repeated to anyone else, understand?”
When the three redheads nodded, Harry told them about the voice.
Rose eyed him critically. “That’s it. My brother’s losing it.”
“Hey!” Harry said, “I’m not imagining it and I’m not going crazy.”
“Then why can’t anyone else hear it?” Rose asked.
Harry sighed in frustration, “I don’t know. The thing is, hearing that voice led me to that corridor.”
“So, you think that…” Fred said.
“…the two things are related?” George said.
“It’s definitely possible.” Harry said, “I mean, it’s too big a coincidence.”
“Wait a minute, Harry,” Rose said, “Do you think this is what that house elf, what’s his name, was warning you about?”
“You mean, Dobby?” Hermione asked.
“Hmm,” Harry said, a thoughtful look appearing on his face, “I think it’s a possibility. We’ll need to find out what the Chamber is about.”
“We can start in the morning,” Hermione said, “It’s getting late.
They all got up and moved toward the stairs to the dorms. Then, Harry, who was in the front, stopped and turned around.
“Hey, sis, where were you earlier, during dinner,” he said to Rose, “Where is Ginny, anyway? I’m surprised she isn’t down here with you.”
“Yeah,” Ron said, “she wasn’t at dinner.”
Rose’s face turned stormy. “I was in the Potions classroom. That crone, Margaret Tunnelbee, spilled her sample again. She wasn’t anywhere near me so Snape couldn’t blame me directly but he made me help her clean it up. Ginny came back here, saying she had a headache and wasn’t feeling hungry. I guess she’s already in bed.” She turned to Ron, “Don’t worry. I’ll let you know if she’s not okay.”
“Wait a minute, sis,” Harry said, “did you have any dinner?”
“Well, not really,” Rose said, “After the awful stink of that potion, I wasn’t too hungry. Unfortunately, now I am.”
“All right,” Harry said, “Come on, I’ll just get my cloak and you get the map. We can sneak down to the Kitchens.”
The others said their good nights as they went up the stairs to their respective dorms. Harry and Rose managed to get the house elves to give them a few sandwiches and a pitcher of pumpkin juice.
Over the next few days, Hogwarts was filled with tension. Hermione was frustrated when she found that all the copies of Hogwarts: a History had been checked out of the library.
However, she got Professor Binns to tell them about the Chamber of Secrets. This gave them the information that it supposedly had been created by Salazar Slytherin and housed some sort of monster that only he or his descendent/heir could control and could use to purge the school of those Slytherin thought unworthy to learn magic — muggleborns.
Then, Colin Creevey told then that several other students were thinking Harry was the Heir of Slytherin. Harry desperately hope that he wasn’t. He knew his family had been in Gryffindor for generations. However, he had never known his entire family tree. He was, however, touched deeply when he heard that Rose had risen in defense of her older brother, even landing another detention with Snape for drawing her wand on some Slytherins in front of the Potions classroom.
Harry, Ron and Hermione tried to check the area where the writing was. Remembering the puddles of water, they found a bathroom nearby which could have been the source of the water. Hermione told the two boys that it was never used since it was haunted by a morose ghost named Moaning Myrtle. They looked around but found nothing unusual. However, outside, they noticed a group of spiders frantically trying to pass through one small hole, like they were running from something. Harry smirked when Ron shuddered, since he knew his best friend was afraid of spiders.
Harry did notice that Ginny seemed to have been severely affected by what had happened to Mrs. Norris. She seemed less energetic and more subdued, very unlike the vibrant girl he had known for almost all his life. He didn’t know how to raise her spirits. Not even planning a prank had enlivened her. He asked Rose about it but she just said that Ginny was stressed out by their classes.
Another odd thing occurred when Harry ran into Hagrid in the corridors. He had a couple of dead roosters in one hand. Hagrid attributed it to foxes or a Bugbear.
Harry tried to concentrate more on his studies and think less of Chamber and its secrets. However, he was worried. He was now sure that Dobby’s warning was connected to the Chamber.
His feeling increased when he sat down to breakfast one day in the following week. He noticed that Colin Creevey was not at the Gryffindor table, trying to talk to him. Then, Dumbledore stood up and asked for everyone’s attention.
“I regret to inform you that one of our students has been attacked,” the headmaster said.
Gasps of shock reverberated throughout the Great Hall. Students looked at each other and many started asking who it was.
Dumbledore called for silence and continued speaking, “I’m afraid to inform you that Colin Creevey was found last night on the second floor, petrified like Mrs. Norris. He is now in the Hospital Wing. Anyone who would like to visit him may do so in their free time.”
The Gryffindor table was stunned. Harry glanced at Ginny, who he knew sat beside the excitable boy in Charms. She seemed distraught and on the verge of tears. He placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it. She looked up at him with a grateful smile then went back to picking through her food.
Rose also looked shocked but seemed to be able to control herself better. Harry repeated his gesture of support and she also smiled at him.
After that day, Harry noted that the first years were avoiding going around alone, often sticking together in groups.
A week after Colin had been found, Harry and Ron came into the entrance hall to find a crowd of students the notice board. Going closer, they saw a notice proclaiming the forming of a Dueling Club which would meet in two days in the Great Hall and a sign-up sheet beside it. Harry wondered who would lead the new club, hoping it would be Dumbledore. Two days later, he wasn’t pleased to find that Lockhart was the one leading the club. It wasn’t an enjoyable experience for Harry.
It had started well enough with Lockhart attempting to demonstrate a wizard duel with Snape. Then, Snape had suggested pairing Harry with Draco Malfoy. That’s when it got bad.
Malfoy had conjured a snake which Lockhart attempted to blast, only succeeding in sending it opposite Justin Finch-Fletchly, a Hufflepuff muggleborn. In a panic, Harry had shouted at the snake, telling it to back off. Unfortunately, instead of gratitude from Justin, Harry got a wild look from the other boy, who immediately ran from the Great Hall.
Ron had dragged Harry back to the Gryffindor common room. Once there, Harry turned around. He noticed that Hermione, Rose and Ginny were there also.
“What’s wrong?” Harry asked, “Why did Justin run away?”
“Harry, why didn’t you tell us you’re a Parselmouth,” Ron asked.
“A Parselmouth?!” Harry said, stunned. He knew what a Parselmouth was, having heard the term from his parents. “What do you mean? I just shouted at the snake. I don’t know Parseltongue. I couldn’t have talked to the snake.”
Rose placed a hand on Harry’s arm, “You did talk to it, bro, in some sort of hissing sounds.”
“Yeah, mate,” Ron said, “It was really weird. In fact, it seemed like you were, um, egging it on, like telling it to attack Justin.”
Harry mouth dropped open. “No! I didn’t. I was telling it to back off.”
“You may have said that to it, Harry,” Hermione said, “All we heard was the hissing.”
Harry dropped into an armchair. He was still stunned about talking in a language he didn’t know he could speak.
“This isn’t good, Harry,” Hermione said, “You do realize that Salazar Slytherin was a Parselmouth, too and that being one is rare, usually passed down from parent to child.”
“Yeah,” Ron said, “Now, the rest of the school will think you’re his great-great-great-grandson or something.”
“Hey,” Rose said, “That can’t be true. I mean, I’m Harry’s sister. Yet, I couldn’t understand what he was saying to the snake.”
The others looked at her. Harry then broke into a smile.
“There, see,” he said, “I can’t be related to Slytherin. Otherwise, Rose would have the same ability.”
Hermione sighed, “It’s not that simple, Harry. Like other skills, being a Parselmouth may not be passed directly or shared by siblings. It could skip a generation or two.”
“Well, there’s only one way to clear that up,” Harry said, “I’ll have to ask Dad if we have a relation to Slytherin. But I’ll do it over Christmas. It’s only a week away.”
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