HP : The Chronicles

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And as Harry left and Adrian tried to comprehend what had happened, his hazel eyes wide, a different pair of eyes opened for the second time in the past two minutes. Ginny Weasley tried to understand what had just happened; the last thing he remembered was Tom Riddle getting coming out of the diary. Yet now, there she was, laying on the floor of the Chamber of Secrets where she had fallen, a slain basilisk a few feet away from her with a phoenix perched on top of it, the diary pierced right in the middle and the hero of wizarding world looking between the dead serpent and the sparkling sword now in his hand in wonder. And all she could do as he called her name was keep staring mystified at the point were his twin brother had disappeared.

Harry had just left the Gryffindor bathroom, after standing under the water for some good thirty minutes. He hadn't even realised the amount of grime, ink and blood he had managed to get covered with while at the Chamber. After reaching Myrtle's bathroom he had parted ways with his brother, Ron, Ginny and a more distracted than usual Lockhart; he had caught a glimpse of them as they turned slowly around the corner, Adrian holding Gryffindor's sword. Harry had simply turned around and headed for the bathroom, enjoying the soft sound of his feet on the stone floor, the silencing spell he had used having long since wore off. He had never imagined there would come a day when he would appreciate such a sound.

A few minutes after the warm spray of water had hit his shoulders, Harry had dissolved into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, leaning back on the wall and then collapsing on the tiles of the shower, a tide of emotions sweeping over him. Relief, terror, excitement, exhaustion; all contrasting and still coexisting, as he struggled to regain his control.

Regaining control took a little longer than he had expected it would and he found himself relatively in check twenty minutes later, hiding under the invisibility cloak, concealing charms in place, dressed in his newly Scourgified robes, intent of returning to his bed before someone came asking for him. He climbed the stairs using the last traces of the adrenaline rush he had experienced in the Chamber and had managed to slide into his bed in record time, the cloak back at its place in Adrian's trunk, mercifully free of blood as nothing seemed to stain the cloth from which it was made of.

And he had returned just in time too; it couldn't have been more than ten minutes later when Professor McGonagall woke them all up for an impromptu feast. It wasn't like I would have slept anyway, Harry thought sarcastically. I slay basilisks every day, why should I be tired? But in all honesty, he wouldn't have been able to sleep, not really, and getting some food into him sounded like a good idea.

So he went down to the feast where he only managed to stay for the first course, as he was soon called to the Headmaster's office. There he found Severus, his whole family -Sirius and Remus included- and the Headmaster immersed in a deep conversation. Adrian, who was still covered in blood and slime from his nightly adventure, gave him a tired smile which Harry returned, trying his best to appear jovial and utterly unaware of the situation. Severus just gave him his patented we'll talk later look, appearing completely unconvinced of whatever it was he had just heard. Harry nodded at him and that seemed to be all the confirmation he needed. The potions master rolled his eyes slightly, folded his arms over his chest and let his face slip back into the cold mask again. The panic attack he was inwardly experiencing after Harry had practically acknowledged he had had a part in the night's events would have to wait a few more minutes I seemed.

"What happened?" Harry asked in his best surprised voice. "Is everybody alright? Professor McGonagall said Ginny is back." Lily and James came over to hug their son briefly before turning their attention to his blood-soaked elder twin. A soft tang of hurt spread in his chest, but then he reminded himself that his parents didn't know the truth. Severus did though, he thought, and the hurt was soon replaced by thoughts of how his Dad would react upon hearing the true story. A comforting warmth, akin to the one Fawkes's song had induced earlier that night hit him and he decided that, on the family subject, he might have gotten the better part of the deal. He also figured he would probably be grounded for the rest of the summer, judging from how Severus was clenching and unclenching his fists; it was still worth it.

"Adrian had yet another run in with the Dark Lord, that's what!" Sirius piped in, trying to sound lighthearted. It was always an indicator of how dangerous or grave a situation was when Padfoot tried and failed to sound cheerful.

"What?" Harry exclaimed, making a show to shiver as he sat down on the chair offered to him. He could swear he saw Severus's lips twitch for a second.

"Let me explain." Dumbledore offered and began narrating everything Adrian had told them; Harry listened carefully, getting his brother's side of the story for the first time. Dumbledore paused and looked at Adrian with kind eyes when he reached the point when he and Ron realized that the entrance to the chamber was at Myrtle's bathroom. Adrian was looking at the ground, slightly embarrassed from having all the rule breaking he had done being spoken of so openly. "And then we have tonight's events." The Headmaster stated; for a second, Harry thought he had been discovered, not having been exactly subtle these past few hours. But Dumbledore was still looking at Adrian, a proud smile on his face. One that, mixed with worry, was also shared by the rest of the adults in the room, sans Severus.

"Adrian did his thing again he means." Sirius explained with a wide smile, patting a blushing Adrian on the shoulder. To say that Harry was curious would be an understatement.

"What did you do now, brother?" The green eyed wizard asked smiling too, relief flooding him now that he realized someone had come up with an explanation for the stunt he had pulled. And if he felt just a small pang of disappointment that nobody seemed to consider something was amiss, well, he did his best to smother it.

"Nothing I remember doing." Adrian muttered, still trying to fight down his blush.

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