Back To The Beginning By THE PEVERELL's LAIR

Chapter 6 : Making Friends

Halloween. The day of the dead, people say. In a very normal household, it involves getting dressed up. Running around the streets shouting "Trick or treat" and collecting a hoard of candy. Sounds simple enough. But simple isn't a word that one can ever associate with Harry Potter. When Harry Potter is in the middle of things, it always ends up upside down.

That was exactly what Harry was thinking as he tapped his quill on the desk. 'Troll in the first year. Chamber mess in the second. Sirius in the third. Goblet in the fourth. And of course. The Halloween where it all started. Suffice to say, if Harry had to pick a holiday where everything goes to shit, it was Halloween.

McGonagall was going on about silent conjuration. Art that he was well versed with. Not only him, but James was also excellent at it too. Not surprisingly as James was probably one of the best in transfiguration. With years, he would go up to the level of McGonagall and Dumbledore. Sirius was an excellent duelist. He could be an excellent DADA teacher.

Remus, the boy was a genius. There was nothing he couldn't do. Harry had sworn to himself that he wouldn't let Remus suffer. He knew that the jobs would be difficult for him to get. He would take care of it.

Peter was different. He was a prodigy in potions. Harry learnt a lot from Peter in two months than from Snape in four years. He had kept an eye on Peter. So far, he had not raised any concerns. Harry too was getting along well with the boy. Something big must have happened for him to change.

"Harry." James shook him awake from his wondering. "The class is over. Let's go." Harry nodded and left the classroom with his four friends. Harry felt that something was wrong. Something was very wrong. What he heard next, was something that he had never expected to ever hear.

"Ripppp.....killl.....tear...". Harry froze. " Oh crap!" He whispered. He didn't bother answering Sirius's question. He darted away from the corridor towards the location that he knew held the answer.

That's when he came upon the sight that he would say was almost reminiscent of the last time.

THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED AGAIN

ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE

"Oh...crap." That was all Harry could say.

The entire school was in an uproar. There were a lot of discussions regarding who the Heir was. But there were two of them who knew the answer to that question. One Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter.

But the thought process of the men was entirely different. Dumbledore was more along with the likes of 'How did Tom get into the castle without him knowing?'.

Harry's thought process was different. Harry knew exactly what had taken place here. Someone had the diary in the castle. The very same diary that had ensnared Ginny Weasley. Another Horcrux was within his reach. Another step closer to ending Riddle. But the question was, how could he find out where it is? Who has it? He had to think of a plan. He had to get this obstacle out.

Dumbledore stood up and the Great Hall went quiet. "I know that all of you have a lot of questions running through your mind." He spoke softly. "But rest assured, you have nothing to fear. I fear that this might be an elaborate prank to scare you." He explained with his typical grandfatherly smile.

The eyes of the students automatically fell on their group. Every eye was on them and there was anger in those eyes, for causing worry. Harry had avoided any and every contact with the old man till this moment, but now, he pushed too far. "Are you fucking senile?" Harry growled, taking the entire hall by surprise. Dumbledore baulked at the blatant disrespect the young man displayed.