HP : The Chronicles

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All thoughts of the Chamber however were pushed violently from his mind as Aragog gave one more order when Adrian and Ron tried to flee. Apparently, his decision to keep his sons and daughters from eating Hagrid did not extend to his friends.

"But I can not refuse them fresh meat when it walks so willingly in our nest," were his exact words. Harry tightened his grip on his wand as Adrian turned to look at the wall of great spiders that had gathered behind them. "Goodbye friend of Hagrid." Unexpectedly, a bright beam of light lit up the clearing, as Mr. Weasley's car appeared, its doors opening, Adrian, Ron and Fang jumping inside as it drove them away, leaving hit spiders at its wake. Harry dived in and followed them zig-zaging through the trees. The spiders seemed to catch up on them, so the green eyed wizard pulled out his wand and casted the strongest curses and spells he could come up with. Hagrid would find the acromandula population of the forest positively diminished once he returned but Harry couldn't care less.

The odd convoy went on like that for a few long-winded minutes; the car was bumping his way through the spiders and Harry was tearing the ones that tried to catch up from the rear to pieces. The acromandulas were confused as to where the spell were coming from but had no time to ponder on the matter as, the moment they stopped, they were hit. Finally, the car made it out of the forest and threw his passengers to the ground, before turning away and disappearing -in an even worse condition than before- amongst the thick trees. The two startled boys on the ground looked at each other for a brief moment and the followed a terrified Fang inside Hagrid's hut.

All the while, Harry was on his broom, right just over the tree line, panting like he had ran the marathon, his hands trembling from the adrenaline rush. Not giving it too much thought, he flew straight towards the school, entering from the astronomy tower that was much closer to the Gryffindor Common Room than the main hall. The Fat Lady looked at him disgruntled as he spoke the password but Harry barely spared her a look; he knew she was bound by magic not to tell on him, or else the Weasley twins -and the Marauders before them- would have been in serious trouble ages ago.

Harry placed his broom under his bed silently and changed into his pyjamas in a flurry of movements. He was still out of breath when he climbed into bed and the farthest away from sleep possible when his brother and Ron returned to the dormitory. It only took his brother half an hour to reach to the same conclusion as he had about Moaning Myrtle and, in the three hours long conversation that followed, his belief that they had prepared the Polyjuice potion in her bathroom was indeed confirmed.

It was only a few hours before daybreak that Harry managed to sleep. He spent all his breakfast sending glares towards his brother who was oblivious to anything but his deep conversation with Ron. Professor McGonagall, during the Transfiguration lesson of the day, informed them the exams were to start at one week time; it was the first time that Harry didn't even consider studying for them; he had to tell Severus what had happened. Not that he managed to even approach him that day. First came the announcement that the mandrakes were ready and that those petrified would be awakened the next day. Then came Ginny; Harry had noticed she was getting paler and paler as the year went by, but every time he thought of asking her what had happened, his brother managed to get involved in something stupidly dangerous and distract him. But she finally seemed ready to talk about it.

She had sat next to Ron and seemed to try to find the exact words to form what she wanted to say. Three pairs of eyes looked at her expectedly.

"What?" Ron asked his sister in an impatient tone, clearly getting frustrated that she wouldn't speak. Noticing her pale face and the dark circles under her eyes, Harry's gaze softened as he tried to reassure her.

"Come on, Ginny; Ron's your brother and you've known Adrian and I almost your whole life. You can talk to us." Ginny's eyes seemed to light up slightly with that statement and she nodded, opening her mouth to speak. Percy had to intervene that very second of course, making Ginny run away and hastily informing them that what Ginny had to tell them was a personal of his and had nothing to do with the Chamber of Secrets. Harry, who had seen the fear in her eyes, dearly doubted that, but had no choice but to wait till he saw Ginny again so he could ask her himself.

His attention however was soon after claimed again by his brother and Ron who, easily tricking Lockhart into leaving them unattended, tried to sneak out to Myrtle's bathroom. Harry, realizing he wouldn't be missed in History of Magic, waited till they were out of sight before following them; he saw how they tricked Professor McGonagall into believing they were only visiting Hermione -quick thinking there, he mentally commended his brother- and hid behind a tapestry as the Transfiguration teacher passed him by blowing her nose.

He followed the two wizards into the infirmary -now they were forced to stop by- and waited patiently hidden behind a statue while they were inside. They exited the hospital wing unbelievably excited for someone who was talking to a petrified victim and Harry soon found out why; Hermione had indeed figured out what the monster was and had apparently hid her notes -or a page from a book, Harry could hardly tell from the distance he was following them- on her person; it was a testimony to his bad luck, he thought, how Adrian would find it today.

He felt calmer for a while as the two boys seemed adamant on going to Professor McGonagall with the information. His peace of mind was abruptly shattered when the Transfiguration professor's voice sounded magically enhanced around the school, asking the students to return to their House Common Rooms and the teachers to the staffroom. To his dread, Adrian and Ron had already entered the staffroom and had apparently hid in a cloak closet on the left side of the room. Harry barely managed to close the door of a small supply closet by the room's entrance when the teachers started to arrive. Not quite believing how he found himself in such a situation again, he stood still and listened, peeking through the crack between the two doors of the closet. Some looked startled and scared and some confused, only Severus's face being the perfect blank mask. And they were all waiting for professor McGonagall.

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