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Summary:

Harry Potter fanfiction written in 2022

And if after a few years the Dursleys had come to love Harry and treat him as their own son, while continuing to consider magic as a defect. How to reconcile his nature with the love of his adoptive parents? Very simple, just reject magic. But will the wizards let him do it?

Originally, I wanted it to be a succession of very short chapters based on the model of:Une adolescence à St Brutus

But quickly, I abandoned this idea and made a more classic fanfic. There are still a few very short chapters (especially in volume 1) thattestify tothis original ambition.

The Chamber of Secrets

Harry, like all the students, had heard McGonagall's announcement ordering all the students to confine themselves to their common room until further notice.

However, he ignored this order. It had been months since he had returned to his common room, and he had no desire to face his peers, who would probably accuse him of the young girl's abduction.

As soon as Professor Chourave left, he used his invisibility cloak to escape. Then, he headed to the former classroom converted into a room that had served as his dormitory for several months.

Except that in front of his door, he found a rat. He shivered, but this time, he immediately had the reflex to cast a spell on it. Before the rat could move, his Wingardium Leviosa hit it right in the heart and it struggled helplessly a meter above the ground.

Was it one of his guinea pigs that had managed to escape? Then he looked more closely at the rat and recognized it:

Croutard! What are you doing here? Ginny has been looking for you for months!

He broke the spell. In response, the rat moved away to a corner of the hallway and began squeaking in his direction. It seemed like it wanted him to follow it.

Harry then remembered what had happened on Halloween. How that dirty rat had guided him like a sheepdog to the scene of the first attack. Then of its mysterious escape from the castle.

Harry hadn't talked about it to anyone for fear of being seen as crazy (there were already enough rumors about him). And after a while, with all the strange events that had occurred, he had completely forgotten about Scabbers' strange behavior.

Harry hesitated for a few seconds. Now that Dumbledore was gone, if he captured the rat and brought it to the professors, no one would believe him. He would just be punished for disobeying the rules and sent back to his common room. Maybe Lockhart would believe him, but for some reason he didn't understand, he didn't seem to be respected by the other professors. No doubt they were jealous of his talent. In any case, Lockhart would not be listened to either. And anyway, as talented as he was, he was no match for Voldemort.

The wisest course would have been to ignore the rat. The risk that it was a trapwas too big. But as annoying as Ginny was, if there was any hope of helping her, he had to try.

He pretended to follow Scabbers while staying vigilant and planning to go see the teachers if he learned something. After 5 minutes of wandering the corridors, it became obvious that he wasn't crazy. The rat wanted to guide him to a specific place. When they reached the second floor (where the heir's two messages now shone in blood letters), Harry hesitated. Why take him there again?

But the rat continued on its way to the girls' bathroom. It was only the second time Harry had come to this place.

But this time, he took the time to detail the place. These toilets were disgusting. No wonder no one used them. Most of the pipes were leaking and a liquid Harry hoped was water covered almost all of the tiles. Moreover, nothing had been repaired since their fight earlier in the year. Most of the toilet doors were broken, and one of the bowls was making a suspicious noise. At the beginning of the year, he had been warned that these toilets were haunted by a completely crazy ghost.

He inspected the place as discreetly as possible to avoid attracting the poltergeist's attention, but he saw nothing suspicious. He didn't understand why the rat had led him here. Maybe he was indeed crazy and the rat had never intended to show him anything. He turned around to leave, but then the rat let out a piercing scream that caught the attention of the thing in the bathroom. A geyser of disgusting water erupted and splashed the entire room before a silvery brunette emerged, screaming:

What are you doing in the girls' bathroom? Have you also come to make fun of me?

No, I just got lost. I was leaving. Harry stammered quickly to the mist that took the form of a young girl with big glasses.

Liar. I recognize you. You are one of the hooligans who vandalized my toilets last year.

We didn't want to destroy anything at all. We were only defending ourselves.

Aahhh! A rat.

Are you afraid of rats? But you're a ghost?

Mimi then let out a tragic sob.

She lacks delicacy. You brute. How dare you come here to torment me?

But what, is it true? said Harry, stepping back from his accusing finger.

That is not a reason to say it so bluntly. Even if I am dead, I still have feelings.

Sorry, I didn't know. Anyway, I'm leaving.

That's it and take this creature with you.

It's not mine. And I too am afraid of rats. I can't stand their tails. They look like worms.

And then their tooth and that red gaze. The ghost of the young girl adds.

The two trembled with disgust.

Why are you staying in these toilets? If I were you, I would prefer to haunt a beach in Malibu.

I would like to, but because of a complaint from that bitch Olive Hornby, the ministry cast a spell on me that forces me to stay near the place of my death.

At these words, Harry jumped. A girl dead in the girls' bathroom on the second floor. Could it be?

I have a somewhat personal question to ask you. It's probably a memory you don't want to recall, but... could you explain to me how you died? Asked Harry.

She then seemed to change completely, as if she were very flattered to be asked the question.

Oh, it was abominable, she said with relish. It happened right here. I died in this stall, I remember it very well. I had come here to hide because Olive Hornby had made fun of my glasses. The door was locked and I was crying when I heard someone come in. Someone speaking a funny language. But it was mainly the voice that struck me, because it was a boy speaking. So, I opened the door to tell him to get out and go to the boys' bathroom and that's when — she swelled with importance, her face beaming — I died.

How? Asked Harry.

No idea, she replied in a whisper. I only remember seeing two big yellow eyes. My whole body went numb and I felt myself being lifted into the air...

She gave Harry a dreamy look.

And then I came back. I was determined to haunt Olive Hornby. She really regretted making fun of my glasses.

Where exactly did you see those eyes? Asked Harry.

You can use "tu" with me, you know. By the way, my name is Mimi.

And me, Harry. He replied, extending his hand before reconsidering.

They were somewhere over there, said Mimi, pointing towards the sink that was opposite her stall and that Croutard had been pointing at for a while.

Harry examines the sink from all angles and eventually finds a finely engraved snake under one of the water taps.

This tap has never worked. Said Mimi when he tried to turn it.

Upon seeing it, he immediately knew what he had to do. But he wasn't sure he could do it. The only times he had managed to speak this language were in front of a real snake. He stared at the small drawing, trying to believe it was real. After several minutes of concentration, he distinctly pronounced:

— Open upBut he distinctly heard that his voice resembled a strange whistling.

Immediately, the tap began to shine with a white glow, spinning on itself. A moment later, the sink tilted and disappeared, revealing the entrance to a large pipe wide enough for a man to slip through. Harry watched it for a moment and made his decision. He ran as fast as possible in the opposite direction, crying. The idea of jumping into the pipe to go save Ginny and avenge his friends had briefly crossed his mind.

But a violent fright had brought him back to reality. He had no desire to face the monster and even less to see Voldemort again. He felt cowardly, as if he were betraying his friends, and wondered what the point of his clandestine training had been. But it was better this way. Besides, apart from getting killed by the heir, what could he have done?

oOoOoOo

He pulled himself together and headed to Professor Sprout's office to indicate the location of the Chamber of Secrets to her. They might be able to do something. And at worst, he might be able to contact Dumbledore.

But as he approached his office, he heard some disturbing voices. Cautiously, he covered himself with his invisibility cloak and moved forward.

For the last time, tell us where Potter is. Thundered the voice of Cornelius Fudge.

I don't know and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. Chourave replied vehemently, with the support of McGonagall and Flitwick.

I think you do not fully understand the situation. I understand that you are tempted to protect your students. But he is accused of being responsible for the attacks. Just like you, I am convinced of the far-fetched nature of these accusations. But given the current circumstances, you will understand that we cannot overlook any lead. You have my word that I will do everything to ensure he is released as soon as possible.

Declared Malfoy with a sugary voice

Keep your spiel for the press, Mr. Malfoy. I don't know where he is, but I would rather know him in the middle of the Chamber of Secrets than in your hands.

Harry did not listen to the rest of the exchange. Upset by what he had just heard, he fled the place as quickly as possible. After a few minutes of reckless running, he stopped to gather his thoughts in an isolated corner of the castle. From now on, he was alone against everyone. Now that he was wanted, he could no longer ask anyone for help. If he revealed the location of the chamber, it would only give Malfoy and the Ministry more grounds to accuse him. If he fled, he would be quickly found (and how could he flee the castle anyway?).

He had only one option left: go down to the room to find proof of his innocence. He swallowed a sob at the thought of having to jump into thisDeep and dark hole straight out of the nightmares of his early childhood. Pushing back the anxiety attack that threatened to overwhelm him, he resigned himself to jumping into the unknown.

oOoOoOo

After a long slide, he landed in a long black pipe barely big enough to stand in. After weighing the pros and cons, he murmured as softly as possible "lumos" and his wand lit up. He then realized with horror that the floor was covered with rat skeletons.

I hate rats. He murmured to himself as he cautiously advanced down a long, sinister corridor.

After a few minutes of anxious walking where he was several times on the verge of fainting because of the sound of a drop of water, he arrived in front of a wall where two intertwined snakes were engraved.

— Open. Dhe said in a hoarse hiss.

The two serpents immediately separated: the two sections of the wall on which they were engraved had silently parted. A few moments later, they had completely disappeared, leaving the way clear.

Harry, trembling in every limb, but he continued and entered a long, dimly lit hall. Huge stone pillars, around which carved serpents were coiled, supported a ceiling lost in darkness and cast their black shadows in a strange, greenish atmosphere.

He took out his magic wand and moved forward among the columns, each of his steps echoed by the dark walls. Several times, he thought he saw one of the stone snakes move, whose hollow sockets seemed to follow his movements.

When he reached the level of the last two pillars, he found himself facing a statue, leaning against the back wall, and which spanned the entire height of the Chamber.

Harry had to crane his neck to see the statue's head: it depicted a simian wizard with a long thin beard that almost fell to the bottom of his robe where two enormous grayish feet rested on the smooth floor.

Between the feet, a small figure dressed in a black dress lay face down. A figure with flaming red hair.

Ginny! Harry murmured.

Harry spent several minutes examining the room. It was empty. No trace of the monster or the heir. He approached her cautiously, then, having noticed that she was still breathing, he took her in his arms and tried to flee the room as quickly as possible. But a dragging voice stopped him.

Leave it there on the ground, you can't do anything more for her.

He turned around. In the middle of the room now stood a tall young man with black hair who was watching him, leaning against a pillar. His outlines were strangely blurred, as if Harry were looking at him through a frosted glass window. Despite everything, he was of greatbeauty and exuded a strange charisma. Harry immediately let go of Ginny and drew his wand.

Who are you? And what do you mean by 'you can't do anything for her'?

I mean that she will soon be dead and you can't save her.

Harry looked at the stranger for a long time. Since he seemed unarmed and had the consistency of a ghost, he decided he was not a threat. He put away his wand and took Ginny back in his arms.

If we hurry, Pomfrey might be able to save her. I don't know who you are, but come with me. Voldemort could come back.

The stranger burst into laughter and Harry's blood froze. He recognized this cruel and cold laugh. He remembered hearing it in many nightmares he had as a child.

I see from your expression that you understand. Let go of that girl or I'll call my monster.

If she's going to die anyway, why not let me take her?

Don't try to outsmart me!

Or else what? Are you going to kill me? As if you weren't planning to do it anyway.

He laughed again. This sound chilled Harry's blood.

You are right, but since you are here, I would like to ask you a few questions. Unless you are in a hurry to finish? On second thought, that suits me just as well. My monster is hungry. It has been a long time since it had the joy of devouring human flesh.

Harry eventually let go of Ginny, as he could no longer support her weight. Moreover, he preferred to have both hands free, with his wand out in anticipation of what was to come.

What do you want to know?

First of all, I would like to know how a mere baby could defeat the most powerful wizard of all time.

You have never been the greatest wizard of all time. Even at the height of your power, Dumbledore was more powerful than you.

At his words, his features tightened and became ugly. A grimace covered his face.

I will soon prove to you who is the more powerful sorcerer, me or that old fool. Soon, thanks to dear Ginny, Voldemort will be reborn more powerful than ever. This time, things will go very differently. There will be no long war of attrition with the ministry and that Muggle-loving fool. As soon as my followers are informed of my return, we will take control of Hogwarts. You have no idea how delighted I was to learn that dear Malfoy had managed to become headmaster. Almost enough to forgive his cowardice. I may not even have to fight. Safely hidden in this fortress of magic and with almost all the wizard children as hostages, the ministry will have no choice but to surrender. And deprived of the ministry's help, even Dumbledore will no longer be able to oppose me.

If it weren't for Ginny, Harry would have almost rejoiced to see that Voldemort still liked to waste his time in long monologues to explain his plans. He took advantage of this respite to observe the surroundings and try to findA solution. The first thing to do was to try to find out what the monster was, where it would come from, and if there was a hiding place where it could take shelter.

You would first need to succeed in coming back. Last time, it wasn't a success. By the way, how is it that you are still alive? Dumbledore told me that you had passed to the other side of the veil and that no magic could ever bring you back.

What are you talking about?

You are not aware of what happened last year? And you don't know what happened 11 years ago? You are not really Voldemort. What exactly are you?

Let's say I am a memory. A memory locked away for years in a journal.

At that moment, Harry noticed a small black diary next to where Ginny's body lay when he had entered the room. It was written in clearly legible gold letters: "Diary of Tom Marvolo Riddle." But the memory continued.

I don't know how, but this summer my old journal ended up in the hands of that little idiot and she noted all her insignificant worries in it. You can't imagine how painful it was to have to endure hearing her recount her insipid days to me. But the more she wrote, the more she poured out of herself and weakened. And the more she weakened, the stronger I became. Until I could take control. First in small moments, then more and more frequently. Now, she has poured so much energy into the journal that there is more of her inside me than in her own body. She is now too linked to me for the bond to be broken. Whatever magic or distance is used, I will continue to slowly absorb her strength. And when I have absorbed the last drop of her vital energy, I can finally be reborn.

Wait, your diary? That means you are Tom Elvis Riddle

An ugly anger filled his beautiful face again and he almost shouted:

Tom died a long time ago. How do you know that name?

You did a good job of erasing all traces of his existence. However, the portraits are talkative and you forgot to remove the award for service rendered to the school. I imagine that this ironic award amused you too much for you to destroy it. You are Jedusor, a wizard born of a Muggle father who abandoned him. Is that why you hate Muggles? Is that why you foolishly attacked Muggle-borns, instead of quietly waiting to be strong enough to be reborn? Just because of the actions of one of them.

Impressive. You have great qualities. But you are wrong. I could hypocritically list all sorts of very good reasons I had for going after Muggle-borns. Like preventing Ginny from denouncing me or provoking the departure of the only wizard capable of unmasking me. But the truth is, I did it for pleasure. You can't imagine what it feels like to eliminate one of those vermin that populate this earth. And I barely had time to taste that delicious nectar before I was trapped in this diary for 50 years. I just couldn't help myself.

But I don't particularly hate Muggles. You must have realized this year: most wizards are malevolent idiots. They are nothing like a superior race. They are just as pathetic as the Muggles. We, on the other hand, are among the few chosen ones capable of rising above these pathetic cockroaches. Join me and let us take the place that is rightfully ours together (...)

While he was giving his speech, Harry had an idea. He doubted it would work, but he had no better plan. He quietly moved closer to the diary, and while Voldemort was distracted, he grabbed it with both hands, hoping that like last year the magic would destroy the entity and free Ginny. But nothing happened. He then shouted:

Fire

Under the amused gaze of Voldemort, the flames extinguished without causing the slightest damage to the journal.

In desperation, he cast with all his strength and repeatedly a dark magic spell he had seen in his books. But nothing happened. However, as he kept trying to cast the spell, he felt himself becoming weaker and weaker, and an anger that did not belong to him rose within him.

It was a good idea to try to destroy my ship. But your powers are pitiful compared to mine. Now tell me how you survived 11 years ago or I will ask my basilisk to devour you.

While leafing through the completely blank newspaper in search of a new idea, Harry told him how his mother's sacrifice had endowed him with magical protection.

Stop lying to me, young Potter

But it is the truth.

Do you really think I'm going to swallow that? As if your mother was the first woman to sacrifice herself to try to save her baby. Very well. Since I won't get anything out of you.

Voldemort began to hiss, but Harry understood perfectly what he was saying:

Talk to me, Salazar Slytherin, the greatest of the four of Hogwarts, Ahhhh !!!

Voldemort began to scream as a huge hole appeared in the middle of his body.

Harry had an idea when he wondered where what Ginny had written in the diary was (and also noticed that the pages were dry even though it had been in water for several hours). He cut his hand and then wrote in it with the blood where his mother's protection resided. Immediately, his blood was absorbed by the diary, which began to tremble. The memory started to scream, but the sound seemed to come from the diary itself. Whatever dark magic protected the diary, it reacted poorly to the pure love that made up his mother's spell. He repeated this with other pages and continued until the convulsions disappeared and the ghost vanished in horrible screams.

A few seconds later, Ginny woke up. Without a word, he helped her up and led her to the exit. Dazed, she offered no resistance.Resistance.

Harry told himself that he should comfort her or ask how she was doing, but the words wouldn't come out. He felt dead inside. He wanted to convince himself that it was because he was struggling to recover from having to witness the agony of the memory and the terror that had gripped him during that strange conversation. But the truth was, he had felt bad ever since he had tried to use dark magic with all his might on the diary. After his unsuccessful training sessions, he often felt strange, but he had never felt this way.

After a while, it was Ginny herself who broke the silence. She asked, sobbing:

Where is Jedusor?

I killed it. Well, I think I killed the thing that lived in the diary. By the way, how did you get it? said Harry with harshness and coldness.

I don't know. It was in the cauldron with my other school supplies. I assumed it was a gift from my mother for my entry to Hogwarts.

She seemed to want to ask him more questions, but she hesitated. She seemed disturbed by the cold tone with which Harry had answered her. She exclaimed, sobbing:

I am going to Azkaban.

Noticing her distress, he immediately felt empathy. Something seemed to warm inside him and he responded in a warmer tone:

The survivor is ready to testify under Veritaserum that you were possessed by Voldemort. If that's a sufficient excuse to keep Malfoy out of prison, then I don't see why it wouldn't work for you.

She jumped at the mention of 'Voldemort'

What does it have to do with you-know-who?

This diary belongs to Voldemort. Tom Elvis Riddle, that's his real name. Did you think his mother named him Voldemort? Although that would explain his character.

I am going to be fired.

I must have a reward for saving you.

But my humorous remark did not make her laugh. Harry added:

Honestly, do you think Malfoy will fire you for something as insignificant as killing Mudbloods? On the contrary, get ready to receive a medal. The question you should be asking yourself is whether you really want to stay in a school run by a parody of Himmler.

Who is Himmler?

Your father is the director of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office and he didn't tell you who the Nazis were?

My father doesn't know much about Muggles.

Your father is the head of the Department of Muggle Artifacts Misuse and he (...) never mind. I'm not sure it would cheer you up if I explained who Himmler is.

Silence fell between them.

I am truly sorry for what I did to Lucas and Jenny. I really liked Lucas and even though I didn't like Jenny, I never wanted her to die.

Believe me, if I thought you were in any way responsible for the deaths of Jenny and Lucas, I would kill you myself. He replied coldly again, thinking back to what had happened to his two friends.

Once he arrived at the pipe, Harry wondered how he was going to climb back up. He asked Ginny if she knew how Voldemort did it. Once she finished grimacing (much to Harry's annoyance, as he couldn't understand how one could be afraid of a word), she pointed out a small snake that was in one of the few clean spots in the tunnel.

Harry asked the snake how to get out in Parseltongue and a platform appeared. They climbed onto it and it rose until it brought them back to the surface.

Soon, they found themselves on the wet tiles of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, and the sink that concealed the secret passage moved back into place. Myrtle watched them with wide eyes.

Are you alive? She said to Harry in a stunned tone.

It looks like you're disappointed, replied Harry gloomily as he wiped his glasses smeared with a substance whose composition he preferred to ignore (what an idea that big pervert Salazar Slytherin had to hide the entrance to his bachelor pad in the girls' bathroom).

Bah... I was thinking that if you were dead, I would have been happy to share my bathroom with you, confessed Mimi, her complexion suddenly silvery, which was her way of blushing.

Once outside, Harry exclaimed:

I believe you have a rival, Ginny!

But Ginny was not in the mood to joke: tears continued to flow down her cheeks.

Where are we going now? She asked anxiously.

After a few moments of reflection, he replied:

The best thing is to go to the infirmary.

As he walked down the corridors, Harry's anxiety grew. Ginny was worried about going to Azkaban, but she wasn't the only one. Harry had noticed that despite the minister's promises, Hagrid hadn't been released after new attacks proved his innocence. Would Ginny's testimony really be enough to clear him? Or would Malfoy take advantage of the situation to send both of them to Azkaban? But once in Sprout's office, he saw that she wasn't alone.

In addition to his house director, there was Albus Dumbledore. At first, the sight of the old man filled him with joy and relief. But as soon as he met his eyes for no reason, he was seized with intense anger. He closed his eyes for a few minutes and the anger disappeared. He told himself it was the aftermath of what he had just experienced. He reopened his eyes and began to recount in detail what had happened.