HP : The Chronicles

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"James, could you stop it!" Lily hollered and turned her attention back to her amused, albeit in pain, son. "Harry what were you thinking! And Adrian, are you alright?" She added, noticing the swelling bump on Adrian's head. The boy simply nodded, regretting moving his head the very next moment. Harry was more vocal in his response;

"Why does everybody ask me that? Would you rather I'd let Adrian get hit?" That seemed to placate her a little as she gathered her youngest into her arms, minding his arm.

"You're an amazing brother, Harry. And I'm proud of you; but if you ever do something like that again you'll be grounded until you turn seventeen." She stated amidst tears.

"Clear the way, clear the way!" Lockhart's voice broke through the gathering crowds. Neville, who was following after him, run as fast as he could to reach Harry first, pointing at Lockhart's hand as he went. The blond professor's wand was drawn and Harry could guess he wanted to try healing his arm. Nodding thankfully to Neville for the heads up, he turned to his family;

"What do you say we take this to the infirmary?" Harry asked, more than glad when his parents agreed, taking him away from a disappointed Lockhart. Harry caught Severus's eye and send him a look that clearly stated 'talk to you later'. The potions master nodded and smiled slightly, before shaking is head and waking towards the Slytherin team; this was one of the few times he could scold Malfoy without raising suspicions and he wasn't letting it go to waste.

"But why would a Bludger do that?" Remus wondered while Madam Pomfrey worked on Harry's hand. "They're not supposed to target players specifically."

"Well this one did." Sirius offered, looking pensive.

"I don't know how to thank you, Harry…" Adrian mumbled for the tenth time that hour. The hazel eyed twin had his head bandaged and was lying on a bed next to Harry.

"Nonsense!" Harry retorted. "You're my brother, Adrian; jumping in front of a rampaging Bludger is the least I could do. If anything, I should have moved faster!" Adrian smiled weakly and nodded once. Harry wasn't fooled and expected to be thanked all over again in about ten minutes. The hazel eyed twin had a concussion and some bruised ribs and would be forced to spend the night in the infirmary.

"And it was a brave thing to do." Lily stated, ruffling her green-eyed son's hair.

"Was that the Reductor Curse you used on the Bluger?" James asked interested.

"Yeah, it was."

"That's advanced magic Harry, for your age." James stated with a smile. "And it was a potent one too!"

"I found the spell in the library last month; I hadn't really tried it." And it was the truth; he hadn't tried that specific spell before. It was just the first one relevant that popped into his mind.

"My son, the bookworm." Lily said fondly.

"I resent that!" Harry huffed in annoyance, causing some laughter. "No, really, I do! Here I am, in the infirmary, being treated for a broken bone I got playing Quidditch and yet you call me a bookworm!"

"He's got you there, Lily." Sirius offered with an amused smirk.

"Speaking of your broken arm," Madam Pomfrey stated, "you're good to go. Now, it was a nasty one and it might sting a bit for the rest of the day. If you don't put much weight into it for the next couple of hours it will be completely fine by nightfall."

"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey." Harry said smiling. "Will you be alright?" He asked his brother, a bit guilty he got to leave before him.

"For the third time, I'll be just fine, Harry! Ron and Hermione will drop by later anyway; just go have fun." Harry smiled and nodded in agreement; the party of five walked all the way up to the Gryffindor tower, where the adults, with a strong feeling of nostalgia, said their goodbyes and left the boy to return. The greeting by his Housemates was loud to say the least. A few of Fred and George's fireworks flew around the room and someone had obviously paid a visit to the kitchens judging from the abundance of food laying around.

"Amazing catch, Harry!" Neville exclaimed, running to greet his friend. "But is your hand alright? And how's Adrian?"

"He's just fine." Harry assured the boy. "A little startled and dizzy from a very impressive bump he managed to get on his head, but otherwise unharmed. And Madam Pomfrey healed my arm in no time." He said smiling. "Thanks by the way, Nev; who knows what would have happened had Lockhart managed to reach me!"

"Don't mention it, Harry!" Neville stated smiling back at the green eyed wizard. "That's what friends are for, right?" Harry's smile widened at the proclamation, threatening to tear his face in two. Friend. He used to think he had had friends before, but that title was mostly held by Ron and Hermione. And those two were friends of his brother that occasionally hang out with him too. But a friend all of his own? Someone that had chosen to befriend him for himself? He had never had that before Neville.

"That's exactly what friends are for, Nev!" Harry agreed and pushed his friend towards the twins that were once again showcasing their aptitude for all things prak related in the middle of the room.

It was late at night when Harry finally had the occurrence to take the cloak from his brother's trunk and slip outside the Common Room, trying to find an easy way to broach the subject of him hearing voices to Severus; was there even a way to broach such a subject and not end up sounding crazy? He was at the bottom of the Grand Staircase when he heard it.

"… tear… kill…" Harry froze.

"Not again!" He mumbled as he ran towards the voice, wand drawn. Rationally it was the wrong thing to do, run towards an unidentified danger. But what could he do? Last time it was Mrs. Norris who got petrified; what if something worse happened this time?

"… I can smell you… so hungry…" The voice was going upwards again and Harry followed.

"… kill… time to kill…" The sound was coming from a few corridors up still. It was close to… the infirmary? Harry doubled his efforts, thinking of his brother.

"… die, Mudblood!" Harry run the few stairs stood frozen at the sight than greeted him. On the floor lay a prone form, a small body, his camera still held in front of his face. Colin Creevy lay on the floor petrified. Harry couldn't tell how long he stood there; a noise was heard from the stairs bellow him and he looked down to see the Headmaster, clad in woolen robes and a nightcap, a steaming cup in his hands, climbing the stairs. Not wanting to be found there, Harry walked softly towards the corridor behind him, running only when he turned around the first corner. Out of breath he knocked on Severus's office.

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