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(Enchanting Melodies) Chapter 87: The First Attack
🕑 Added 2023-06-28 14:22:26 +0000 UTCChapter 87: The First Attack
31 October 1992, Hogwarts
His encounter with Riddle had really rattled him, but he needed to steel himself and continue his investigation. After all, the man had thrown the gauntlet, and Harry hadn’t had a challenge in a long time. For all his reservations, the Potter knew one thing for certain. This year is definitely not going to be boring.
It was Samhain and Riddle still hasn’t done anything so far. And yet Harry knew that things were going to start heating up soon. After all, using an important date like today to make his ‘debut’ was in the older boy’s wheelhouse. Plus, the symbolism would make that date attractive. While people would be celebrating Voldemort’s presumed death, his younger self would start his crusade, whatever that might be.
Harry couldn’t stop him, not now at least. The fact that Riddle had promised only to petrify students, while probably true, didn’t reassure him at all. After all, the boy had made mistakes before, and poor Myrtle was the one who paid the price.
Sure, the Potter scion remade him runic stone out of stubbornness. He put it exactly in the same place and he knew that Riddle would check first. However, instead of using it as a detection method, he used it as a trap instead. Instead of it just sending a pulse to Harry whenever it moved, it was also connected to another hidden rune stone. Harry had dug a small hole in the floor of the bathroom, where he hid his second stone. The stone near the entrance would send a continues magical signal to the second one, and the moment someone interrupts the signal between the two stones, they would both send a message to Harry. Harry also added a small marking potion that’s mixed with water and that would spread throughout the bathroom the moment the stone is moved, or the signal is interrupted. This would allow Harry to track whoever was involved.
He wasn’t expecting much, if he was perfectly honest. These traps were impressive in design, especially because of the resistance to detection. Most detection charms focus on effects that can impact the user, so this solution would take many people by surprise.
But Tom Riddle wasn’t just anyone and that was the issue.
Outside of this, Harry still hadn’t been able to finish the Basilisk glare resistant goggles. He was still stuck on the durability of the lenses, and it looked like he was either going to need to use some kind of diamond lenses, or just treat the glass alchemically somehow. And he was still wary of practicing Alchemy without someone actively teaching him since the consequences tended to be wild and permanent.
However, the good news was that the ice magic was going well, and so was his exploration of his magical crest. He had started to instinctively understand magical circles without spending hours studying them. He still couldn’t create anything on command, but he could understand the magical circles in his crest as if he was going through a catalog of sorts. He was still stuck to the telekinetic family of spells, the crest deeming him to not be worthy enough to have access to anything else, but it was more than enough to occupy him now.
Still, it wouldn’t be enough to fight a Basilisk. Not even close. And without making sure that every outcome was covered, Harry wasn’t prepared to put himself in danger needlessly. And so, Harry spent his days in the Room of Requirements trying to figure out what to do. Of course, he had asked the room to get him to the chamber of secrets, and it didn’t work. He asked the room on ways to kill a basilisk, and nothing of it as well. For all the idealism that came with the room it had a lot of limitations.
And so, Harry spent his time preparing for the inevitable attack, but finding little to nothing that could stop Riddle reliably. The fact that the man was controlling many people in the castle meant that he didn’t need to use the Diary’s victim to do his dirty work. He also could take them hostage easily, so outing him in the public could be an issue.
As for today, he needed to be vigilant and be ready for anything to happen. He wasn’t going to be suicidal and go after the Basilisk on a hunch. But that didn’t mean that Harry couldn’t do anything. The house detector in the common rooms, the Great Hall, and the library were still up and running, so that was an advantage.
Harry was attending the Halloween Feast and was discreetly looking at his suspects in the Great Hall. Every single name on his list was in the Great Hall, talking animatedly in their respective tables. Even the entire faculty was there, even Filch who was playing with his stupid cat. The decorations in the Great Hall had changed this morning. As it was Halloween, a cloud of live bats was fluttering around the enchanted ceiling, while hundreds of carved pumpkins leered from every corner.
Finally, the chatter of conversations as the headmaster rose from his large seat among his fellow professors.
“Happy Halloween. Now, while I can drone on and on about this special day, you don’t want to hear an old man ramble all night. So, to keep things brief, dig in.”
The golden plates and the dishes instantly filled themselves of delicious foods. The house elves really do go above and beyond during feasts. As expected, the food was excellent, but the music was a little too dramatic for Harry’s taste. All in all, it was an enjoyable night, except for the fact that Harry was still worried about an attack happening.
The Potter scion kept looking around for his suspects all night, but none of them left the Great Hall. Harry had tagged them all discreetly with a tracking charm just in case, but they could be easily dispelled. He kept doing this until Daphne painfully elbowed him discreetly in the chest, “What the hell, Daph?”
“I’m starting to get tired of this Harry. I know that you have a lot on your mind for some reason you refuse to talk about, but you already don’t spend a lot of time with us. So from here on out, whenever you’re hanging out with us, you’ll pay attention to us. Because you’re being a very bad friend right now.”
Daphne’s words kinda threw him for a loop for a second. Harry knew that he was spending less time with them, but he didn’t know that they felt this way. He looked at Blaise who was nodding in affirmation, and Tracy who was playing with her food. It was then that he understood how badly he was treating them. Whenever he wasn’t innovating or training for his possible encounter with the Basilisk, Harry did start to view his time with his friends to be a bit of a burden, like a social obligation instead of stressing out.
“I’m sorry, Daph. I understand. From now on, I’ll focus only on you guys whenever we hang out.”
The blonde looked him in the eyes, as if looking for any sign of a lie before smiling, “Good. So, did you hear about Malfoy getting into a fight with Longbottom in the middle of the Quidditch pitch when it was raining last week.”
Harry straitened up immediately, “You’re kidding! How did that happen?”
Tracy was the one who answered this time, “Well, apparently the two of them wanted to spend some extra training time on the pitch and of course, they wanted to get the other to stay away, which ended up in a full-on duel. They both spent the night in the infirmary because of their injuries. Flint wanted Longbottom to be banned for ‘endangering his new seeker’ but Professor McGonagall put her foot down.”
“People take this game way too seriously,” Harry commented.
“It’s a serious game,” the brunette protested.
“Exactly, it’s a game. In school matches, the snitch is always too slow since professional snitches are very expensive and also very hard to catch. It would be hard to have classes if the games last for days on end. So, in the end, whoever has the best seeker wins, the rest of the game has very little effect. If you get your beater to attack the other team’s seeker and take them out of the game. Even if you’re fouled, you’ll win the game in the long run. It’s a dirty trick that won’t do much in a professional match, where the matches are decided by the chasers instead, but it will do.”
Tracy was outright gaping at Harry’s answer, “I thought you knew nothing about Quidditch.”
“I don’t like the sport,” Harry answered with a shrug, “that doesn’t mean that I’m ignorant.”
By the time the feast ended, Harry had received no notification from his trap. His suspects had stayed till the end of it, and when everyone started to leave to their common rooms, there was this sliver of hope that Riddle would stay his hand.
Of course, this hope was dashed to nothing as he saw the commotion coming ahead. It was in the path just leading out of the Great Hall, just near the stairs leading up to the First Floor, which were flooding with water. A circle had been formed by the Hogwarts student population, and in the middle of it were Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, who looked very nervous.
Next to them was Headmaster Dumbledore himself, who had drawn his wand and was waving it at a familiar petrified figure of Argus Filch, who looked like he was shielding something in his arms with a scared look on his face. When the Potter scion took a closer look, he realized that it was the form of Mrs. Norris that didn’t look petrified for some reason.
The little dash of hope that was in Harry’s heart had disappeared into nothing as he saw the large words written in blood near the petrified victims:
THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED.
ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE.
Yeah, that an ominous message alright. Harry needed to look at his traps. The entire map was useless if he didn’t know when the chamber was opened and the sadistic caretaker was even at the feast until the last minute, alongside his cat. It was a harrowing thought; the Basilisk had literally, been meters away from the student population, minutes before Dumbledore dismissed them.
Harry came in close to examine the scene further, he heard Dumbledore reassure McGonagall, “He’s petrified, but the cat is dead from Asphyxiation. He was protecting her with his arms when he was petrified, and accidentally had his hand over her face. The poor thing couldn’t breathe and died.”
Shit. At least Riddle hadn’t killed the cat on purpose, but damn, this was a very bad move. It showed Harry that Riddle could get in and out of the chamber very quickly and hide the attacks very easily at any moment.
Harry ignored Malfoy making a fool of himself in front of the professor by gloating and calling that the ‘Mudbloods’ were next. Instead, he slowly walked to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, looking if he could find any clues.
By the time he arrived there, he immediately noticed that his trap was working flawlessly. No one had tampered with them; the marking potion wasn’t triggered. Nothing had happened. It didn’t make sense. How could Riddle open the chamber without having the entrance. Harry slowly walked towards the sink to look at his stone underneath and saw a little piece of parchment just next to the stone. It had the words, “Nice Try!” neatly written on it, and Harry knew that it was a message from Riddle.
Harry stood up with a snarl and froze when he noticed something. The snake engraving on the sink was gone. Son of a bitch, Riddle didn’t disable his traps, he simply changed the entrance to the chamber of secrets altogether.
Well, Harry had to admit that the man was good. But he needed to get to the common room before anyone would notice that he was away. He needed to plan, but this wasn’t the time for it. After all, it was Samhain, and he would be foolish not to use such an important magical event to give himself an edge. He had a ritual to prepare for.
Comments
Chris
Also he needs an ally. Thing to do everything himself is destined for failure.
Chris
Possibly Hermione?
