Her Dragon, His Moon (Book Two)

Chapter Ten

Harry ended up saving Ginny though not without facing Tom Riddle, who is actually Voldemort and his basilisk. Harry also found of the Ginny was the cause of what was going on this year thanks to Tom himself, through the diary Harry found, but there's still one question that I would like the answer. How did Ginny get her hands on Tom Riddle's diary? Though at the moment Harry, Ron, and I are in Dumbledore's office.

"You three realize, of course, that in the past few hours, you have broken perhaps a dozen school rules."

"Yes, sir."

"And there is sufficient evidence to have you all expelled."

"Yes, sir."

"Therefore, it is only fitting that you each receive Special Awards for Services to the School." The three of us look at each other before turning our attention back to the headmaster.

"Thanks, sir," Ron said.

"Now, Mr. Weasley, if you would have an owl deliver these release papers to Azkaban," Dumbledore said, coming around his desk and handing Ron said papers. "I believe we want our gamekeeper back." And with that Ron left.

"Harry. First, I want to thank you. You must have shown me real loyalty down in the chamber. Nothing but that could've called Fawkes to you. And..." he said, moving so he was standing in front of Harry."...second, I sense that something is troubling you. Am I right, Harry?"

'Really can't get anything past him.' Harry looked at me, causing me to nod.

"It's just...you see, sir. I couldn't help but notice certain things. Certain similarities between Tom Riddle and me."

"I see. Well, you can speak Parseltongue, Harry. Why? Because Lord Voldemort can speak Parseltongue. If I'm not mistaken, Harry...he transferred some of his powers to you the night he gave you that scar."

"Voldemort transferred some of his powers to me?" Harry asked sounding just as surprised as I was. Dumbledore nodded before going to sit behind his desk again.

"Not intentionally, but yes."

"So the Sorting Hat was right. I should be in Slytherin."

"It's true. You possess many of the qualities that Voldemort himself prizes. Determination. Resourcefulness and if I may say so. A certain disregard for the rules," Dumbledore said, looking at Harry and myself, which caused me to smile a little. "Why then did the Sorting Hat place you in Gryffindor?"

"because I asked it to."

"Exactly, Harry. Exactly. Which makes you different from Voldemort. It is not our abilities that show what we truly are. It is our choices," he told Harry, who didn't fully look convinced. "If you want proof why you belong in Gryffindor then I suggest you look more closely at this," he added holding the Gryffindor swords up. Harry carefully took the sword, causing me to look over his shoulder to see Godric Gryffindor engraved on the blade

"It would take a true Gryffindor to pull that out of the hat," Dumbledore told him, causing him to smile. Dumbledore looked at me and though he didn't say anything I caught a little twinkle in his eye, which caused me to smile a bit more. Then the door opened to reveal a not so happy Lucius, along with a house elf.

"Dobby," Harry said, "So this is your master. The family you serve is the Malfoys."

'Oh. So this is the house elf that was unintentionally almost killing Harry,' I thought as Lucius said something to Dobby before he walked towards Dumbledore's desk, using his walking stick to push Harry out of his way, making it so I stabilized him by grabbing his arm.