Part One

The Beginning

Chapter One: Padfoot

Leaves crunched under my paws as I made my way through another forest. How many forests could there be in Europe? Or maybe I was in Asia. But still, there never seemed to be an end to these trees.

    I hadn’t seen civilization in what felt like forever. I missed James and Remus. Was Remus still alive? Where could I find him? At least I was seventy percent sure James was at Hogwarts.

    A two-foot tall spider scurried past me. How many forests could have Acromantulas? I mean, they weren’t

endangered, but they weren’t common either.

    I heard a rustling coming from the bushes next to me. My fur bristled. I had no idea what could be in this forest.

    Out of the bush popped a dragon.

    She - or was it a he?- was certainly not an adult. She (I was pretty sure it was female) wasn’t much bigger than the Acromantula I had just seen. Were young dragons called hatchlings? Or was it something else?

    “Hi!” The dragon exclaimed. Yep. Definitely female. “I haven’t seen you before. Are you lost?”

    I debated how much I should tell her. After all, I had no idea who she was. I decided to just answer her

question.

    “Yes. Do you happen to know the year?” I hadn’t seen a calendar since I had seen civilization.

    “I have no idea what year it is. I’m only one after all. Where are you looking for?” Was one considered a hatchling for dragons? I should have paid more attention in Care for Magical Creatures class.

    “I’m looking for Hogwarts.”

    “Well, you’ve come to the right place! This is the Forbidden Forest. I’ll show you the way out.”

    Yes! Maybe in Hogwarts I would find James. And a calendar. Did the dragon know what the date was?

    “What date is it?”

    “Friday.” Seriously.

    “That’s not a date. I meant the day of the month.”

    “I can’t tell you the date then, but I’m sure that it’s Friday.”

    She led me through a path. A very root-strewn path, but a path all the same. I then remembered that I had no idea who the dragon was.

    “What’s your name?”

    “Norbert. What’s yours?”

    “Padfoot.”

    The trees opened to show a huge castle made of brown stone with a dark grey roof.

    Hogwarts.

Chapter Two: Harry

The Great Hall was huge. It had to be at least the size of the Dursleys' house, if not larger. I sat at one of the two Gryffindor tables.

    I had been sorted just ten minutes ago. The Sorting Hat seemed convinced that I should be in Slytherin, but apparently it can’t go against the wishes of whoever's being sorted. Ron and Hermione, my two best friends, also ended up in Gryffindor.

    “Hello.”

    I looked around. There were hundreds, maybe 

thousands, of students. But none of them seemed to be looking at me. I then saw a black dog - a German Shepherd? - walking towards the Gryffindor table.

    I grabbed a plate and loaded some sausages onto it. I placed it on the ground in front of the dog.

    “Thanks.” The dog told me.

    “You can talk?”

    Not the best of replies.

    “Yes, I can speak English.” The dog spoke in a way that seemed he wasn’t surprised that I didn’t know he could talk.

    “So do you speak any other languages?”

    “I speak English, Dog, Animal, Antelope and Rodent.”

    Dog? Animal? Antelope? Rodent? Those were languages?

    “I’ve never heard of the last four.”

    “Dog is the language that all dogs speak. Cat is the languages that cats speak. Primates speak Primate. Do you get the pattern?”

    “Yes. But what about Animal?”

    “Animal is the language that all animals speak. Guess what snake language is called.”

    Was this a trick question? Didn't snakes speak Snake? Or did each different type of snake have its own language?

    “Snake?”

    “Incorrect. I knew you would say that. Snakes speak Parseltongue.”

    “Why is it called that?”

    “Who knows? Why is English called English? And for that matter, why do people have over six thousand languages?”

    “People have over six thousand languages? I thought there were only two thousand.”

    “Yes, people have a crazy amount of languages.”

    And then Albus Dumbledore spoke.

    “Silence.”

Chapter Three: Harry

I had no idea where I was.

    All of the hallways looked the exact same. Tan walls, dark brown flooring. Some halls had dark brown doors leading to who knows where.  Some halls had large, crystal clear windows with an outstanding view of the night sky. 

    At first I thought that trying to find my way to my classes would be a good idea. I mean, I wanted to have at least some idea of where to go on Monday. But now I was lost.

Then I saw a faint outline of a circle on a wall.

    I walked over to the circle to get a closer look. I then placed my palm on it to see if it felt any different.

    I heard a soft clicking noise.

    And the circle revealed itself to be a trapdoor.

    The passageway behind the trapdoor was quite different from the halls. For starters, it was made of stone.

    And there were no lights.

    Then the trapdoor began to close.

    And I hopped inside.

    That proved to be a rather dumb idea. Now I was in a pitch black tunnel. But, I mean, I couldn’t

just not explore this secret tunnel in the wall. I felt my hand along the wall to hopefully stop me from getting lost. Then my hand ran over some lines.

    Which then started glowing.

    They showed themselves to be words.

    The only problem was I couldn’t read them.

    They were some kind of characters in a language I couldn't read or recognize. After a few seconds, seemingly knowing that I couldn’t read them, they turned to English. Pull out your wand. I pulled out my wand.

    Say ‘LUMOS’. It’s a spell.

    Again, I followed its instructions.

    Then my wand tip glowed.

    Helpful?

    “Yes?” I replied. Could it hear me? Would it respond?

    Yes I can hear you. No, I cannot read minds. I just guessed you were thinking that.

    I am enchanted with several phrases. If you want a room that answers questions, Head to the Room of Requirement.

    Go straight until you cannot go straight anymore.

    You will get more instructions when you arrive.

    So I walked along the stone pathway. At least I had a light now. I wonder where the writing would take me. And who enchanted it? And what was the Room of

Requirement?

    I then arrived at a fork.

    Go right. When you come to another fork, go right. Any questions?

    “Who enchanted you?” I asked.

SHE would not want me to say. So it was a she.

    After two rights, I arrived at a drop. Could I jump it? Should I jump it?

    Slide down. Don’t worry, you won’t break any bones.

     Then I noticed there were groves. Should I climb down them? Were they for climbing back up? There were much easier ways to go up. Couldn’t there have been a ladder?

    “What are the groves for?” I asked.

    Going up.

    “Why isn’t there a ladder?”

    The groves are easier.

    “No they aren’t. Do you even know what a ladder is?”

    Yes, I know what a ladder is. To you, a ladder would be easier. To others, a ladder would be harder.

    Some live here. This is designed for them. Including the characters you first saw. THEY could read them.

    One day, you might learn.

    I slid down the chute, trusting a wall that there was a way back up.

    Was I going insane?

    My feet then hit stone.

    I was on top of what appeared to be another trapdoor.

    See? You DIDN’T break a leg. Or an arm. Or a tailbone.

    A tailbone? Were the some that lived here creatures? I thought they were people. So the characters I saw were an animal language.

    But which language?

    “How does the trapdoor open?”

    And the trapdoor vanished.

Chapter Four: Scales

I was in my room looking for Snakey, my owl.

    Then Snakey flew in.

    “Where were you? I called for you two hours ago.” I interrogated.

    “I’m not a house elf. I can do as I please. And anyway, I was grabbing the Daily Prophet.” Snakey replied. “Plus, you know an hour isn’t a very long period of time.”

    She had a point.

    I was about to ask her if there was anything

interesting in the daily prophet when I heard someone come through the trapdoor.

    Clearly, it was their first time because it didn’t sound very graceful. It couldn’t have been Fang and Serpent, because I could only hear one heartbeat. Ocean? No. It sounded heavier than Ocean, but lighter than anyone else who knew where the trapdoor was. Then things got strange.

    Because I heard footsteps.

    There were a few who knew where the Chamber of Secrets was. Parsel, Slither, Secrets, Fang, Serpent, Ocean, I and even Venom.

    But they were all snakes. Snakes don’t make footsteps.

Then there were Salazar and Snakey, who were both ghosts, making them incapable of having footsteps.

    The footsteps sounded like they were being made by dress shoes. That meant it was a person.

    There were two humans who knew where the Chamber of Secrets was: Salazar, who was a ghost, and Tom Marvalo Riddle, who had no way of getting to the Chamber.

    So who was it?

    “Who are you?” I called. The Chamber echoed, so whoever it was should have been able to hear me.

    “Are you a disembodied voice or just someone who I can’t see?” A voice answered back. A disembodied voice.

Interesting.

    The voice sounded like it belonged to a human hatchling. It was also male. I didn’t recognize it.

    “That doesn’t answer my question!” I called back.

    I slither out of my room and into the Entry Hall, but I stayed in the shadows so the human couldn’t see me. Humans had horrible night vision.

    The human looked like a first or second year. He had messy black hair and black glasses.

    “Harry. Where are you?”

    I decided to slither out from the shadows to see if he recognized me. I guessed he wouldn’t, but it would probably get answers quicker if he knew where I was.

    So I slither out from the shadows.

    Harry looked surprised to see me. Who knows, he might not even know that snakes could speak English. I couldn’t, but I wouldn’t let him know that.

    “Do you speak English?” He asked.

    “No.” I replied. He looked confused. Probably because I had just spoken to him in English.

    “But you just replied in English.” He argued.

    “I own a translator. I don’t actually know how to speak English. It’s not a very easy language, you know.” Actually, it probably was easy for him. His vocal cords were designed for human languages. Mine were designed for Parseltongue. Two completely different

languages.

    “What’s your last name?” I asked. There had been hundreds of Harry’s who had been to Hogwarts. Snakey said there had been one hundred and six.

    “Potter,” He replied. “What’s your name?”

    “Scales. Let me guess: you’ve never heard of me.”

    “Are you famous?”

    “With the Slytherins, yes. With anyone else, no. I think if I was famous, you would have heard of me.”

    “I don’t know many famous people. I didn’t know who Lord Voldemort was until a few months ago.”

    Did he really have to mention Lord Voldemort? I had almost forgotten about him.

    “Do you know who Salazar Slytherin is?” I quizzed.

    “No. Is he named after Slytherin house?”

“It’s the other way around. He was one of the builders of Hogwarts, along with Helga, Rowena and Godric.”

    “Let me guess: their last names are Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor.”

    “Correct.” I then remember The Test. Snakey seemed to have the same thought as me.

    “Hoot!” She said, flying into the room. She was flapping her wings. Perfect for the illusion. “Could I give him The Test?

    “What’s The Test?” Harry asked.

    “You’ll see.” I said to Harry. I then turned to Snakey

and started speaking in Latin. Hopefully Harry didn’t speak Latin.

    “Testimonium do populo. Tu das animalibus.”

    “لا ، أنت تعطيها لعائلة سليذرين. أعطيها لأي شخص آخر." Snakey replied. That was not Latin.

    “Latine loquere!”

    “Fine. Arabice id erat. Tu das slytherinis. Hoc omnibus aliis do.”

    “Non das animalibus. slytherinis eam do. Numquam nos de re aliqua cum homine non in domo stytherina convenimus!”

    “Quid de Oceano facit?”

    “Ο Ωκεανός μπορεί να το κάνει με τα σλίθεριν τον

επόμενο χρόνο. Θα το κάνω με τον Χάρι.” That was Greek.

    “Πρόστιμο.” At last. An agreement.

    “What language was that?” Harry asked.

    “It started off in Latin, then Snakey said something in a language that I don’t understand,” I said looking at Snakey.

    “Hoot. That was Arabic.”

    “I’ve told you a million times: I don’t speak Arabic!”

    “I wanted to see if Harry noticed.”

    “And what was the second language?” Harry asked, ending our argument.

    “Greek.” I replied.

    “You speak Latin and Greek?”

    “Yes. I know four languages. Which is massively inferior to Snakey’s knowledge of languages.”

    “How many languages does Snakey know?”

    “Twenty-two.” Snakey replied.

    “Twenty-two!”

    “Yes,” Snakey replied. “Arabic, Owl, Parseltongue, English, Animal, Phoenix, Toucan, Egyptian, Spanish, French, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Latin, Greek, German, Italian, Swahili, Serbian, Slovak, Yiddish and Russian. I’m also learning Rodent.”

    “Wow.”

    “So, would you like to take The Test?” I asked.

Otherwise they were going to spend all night talking about languages.

    “Sure?” Harry replied.

    “I will give you three questions. If you give a valid answer to all of them, you will get more questions. Ready to begin?” I had said those lines hundreds of times before.

“Okay?”

    “What’s your favourite colour?”

    “I don’t really have one, but I’ll guess green.”

    “What’s my name?”

    “Scales.”

    “What’s two plus two?”

    “Four.”

    “If 4x=8, what does x equal?”

    “I don’t know algebra.”

    “It’s two. Four times two equals eight.”

    “But forty two doesn’t equal eight.”

    “If you put a variable next to a number, it means multiplication.”

    “Can we move onto the next question?”

    “Sure. How many continents are there?”

    “Seven.”

    “No. There’s six.” I pulled out my map. “I know you can’t read Parseltongue, but you should get the gist of it.” I pointed to the map. “North America, South

America, Antarctica, Australia, Africa, Eurasia.”

    “People split up Eurasia into Europe and Asia.”

    “People are confusing. What is Parsel?”

    “A snake?”

    “Be more specific.”

    “A King Cobra?”

    “No. She’s a Basilisk.”

    “What’s a Basilisk?”

    “That’s your next question.”

    “A snake?”

    “Again, be more specific.”

    “A green snake?”

    “No. It’s a giant, deadly black snake. Do you think you

will pass this test?”

    “No. I keep getting all the questions wrong.”

    “Actually, you have answered them all with valid answers. It doesn’t actually matter if you get them correct. Why do you think most people fail this test?”

    “Because they don’t have common sense? The Test is really easy.”

    “If I gave this to Albus Dumbledore, he would most likely fail. Are you saying Albus Dumbledore doesn’t have common sense?”

    “No. But how do most people fail this?”

    “Because they don’t understand the question.”

    “How do you not understand the question?”

    “What languages do I know?”

    “Um… English, Latin, Greek and Parseltongue.”

    “Incorrect. I know Animal. I do not know English.”

“But you're talking to me in English.”
    “No I’m not.”

    “But the only language I know is English. I would know if I could speak multiple languages.”

    “Actually, that’s not true.”

    Harry really had no clue what this test was about.

    “You’re a parselmouth.”

    “What does that mean?”

    “It means you were born with the gift of speaking

Parseltongue. It’s very rare. I wish I was a parselmouth.”

    “Can snakes not be parselmouths?”

    “No. We have to learn Parseltongue. ”

    “Wait. How did you know that I didn’t just learn Parseltongue?”

    “Because people can’t learn it. Don’t ask me why. Animals, yes. People, no.”

    “Hoot!” Snakey had just flown into the room.

    “Let me guess,” I started, “You recorded that conversation.”

    “Correct! I also have a message from the Room of Requirement.”

    “What did it say?” Maybe, just maybe there would be

a straight answer this time.

    “Three will pass The Test this year.”

    “Three?” I was lucky if there was one.

    “Yes. But it also said that none of them would be parselmouths.”

    “But Harry is a parselmouth.”

    “I’m just telling you what the Room told me.”

Chapter Five: Scales

The Room was very confusing. It was practically incapable of giving a straight answer. If you asked it what two plus two was, it would say three plus one.

    The Room was actually named the Room of Requirement, but everyone called it the Room. It knew almost anything about everything, but most times it seemed like that almost didn’t exist. If you asked the Room a question and it didn’t answer, whatever you were asking about was a complete mystery.

    Like how Harry Potter, as a one year old, managed to 

defeat Tom Riddle, the most evil wizard that had ever lived.

    And he didn’t even remember it. Humans didn’t seem to have the memory that snakes did. Though one was younger to humans then it was to most species of snakes. But still. I remembered some of the most important moments of my life.

    And then, as I was thinking, I heard somebody land next to the Trapdoor.

    Again? So soon? Parsel, Slither, Secrets and I knew where the Trapdoor was, but we most commonly apparated.

    Whoever it was was about Ocean’s weight. Had Ocean

found the Trapdoor? But why wouldn’t she just use the one that leads to the Great Lake? What was with the Trapdoor? Was it specifically leading people or animals to itself? It wasn’t enchanted to do that. Could magic malfunction?

    “Open.”

And then the Trapdoor opened, obviously, and a large green snake fell down.

    “Who are you?” I asked the green snake.

    “That’s classified.” She responded.

    “Classified? Really?” Normally I was told ‘None of your business’.

    “Whenever I say none of your business, somebody

tells me it is their business.” I was starting to like this snake.

    “Are you Scales Slytherin?” She then asked. How did she know?

    “Who told you?”

    “That’s classified.”

    “And nobody called me Scales Slytheirn. They either call me Scales or Scales Parsel Slytheirn.”

    “I didn’t know animals could have middle names. Or last names for that matter.”

    “Why can’t they? And, who told you where this place was? You clearly knew the password.”

    “It was open. That has to be the worst password ever.”

    “It’s also in Parseltongue.”

    “Good point.”

    “You never answered my question. Who told you where this place was?”

    “That’s classified.”

    “What isn’t classified?”

    “I’m assuming that’s a rhetorical question.”

    “Who is Parsel?”

    “I have no idea.” She didn’t seem to be lying. Also, Parsel wasn’t famous.

    “What about Slither and Secrets?”

    “I think I heard those names… somewhere… maybe…”

    “What about Venom?” I hadn’t spoken that name with

a good tone in centuries.

    “Yes.” She knew Venom. I think I knew who told her where this place was. And who probably told her my name.

    “Lord Voldemort told you where this place was. He also told you my name.”

    “How did you know?” She didn’t seem surprised that I had guessed.

    “You know Venom. He’s not famous. Or infamous.”

    “Mommy? Mommy?” That was not the green snake.

    “Fang and Serpent?” What did they want? Probably food. “You know where the rats are!”

    “We have a conversation.” They then slithered into

the room. Serpent was holding a rolled up piece of paper. It was only slightly chewed.

    “You mind if I read this?” I asked the green snake.

    “No.”

    “What languages can you read?”

    “Parseltongue, Animal and English.” Greek it was, then.

Conversation

Features Nigi, person and forks

Person: haven’t seen you in awhile, Nigi.

Nigi: Hello to you, too.

Forks: What did you come to talk about?

Nigi: It’s bad news.

Forks: When is it ever good?

Nigi: He’s back.

(Pause for about 30 decades) Seconds

Person: Really?

Nigi: Yes

Person: You and Forks need to make the guest list.

Nigi: For what?

Person: The order.

Chapter Six

That night, Harry, Padfoot, Scales and Norbert each got a letter. Harry’s read:

Dear Harry,

Meet me, midnight, tonight, in Dumbledore’s office. Don’t be late. You won’t be the only one there.

Dumbledore’s office is located in the second tallest tower. 

The password is Acid Pops.

From,

Dumbledore, Fawkes and me

Dear Norbert,

Meet me, midnight, tonight, in Dumbledore’s office. Don’t be late. You won’t be the only one there.

Dumbledore’s office is located in the second tallest tower. 

The password is Acid Pops.

From,

Dumbledore, Fawkes and me

Dear Padfoot,

Meet me, midnight, tonight, in Dumbledore’s office. Don’t be late. You won’t be the only one there.

The password is Acid Pops.

From,

Dumbledore, Fawkes and me

Αγαπητοί Ζυγαριές,

Συναντήστε με, μεσάνυχτα, απόψε, στο γραφείο του Ντάμπλντορ. Μην αργείς. Δεν θα είσαι ο μόνος εκεί.

Από,

Ο Ντάμπλντορ, ο Φωκς και εγώ

Chapter Seven: Harry

What was this meeting for? Well, I probably wouldn’t know, for one very important reason.

    I have no idea where Dumbledore’s office is. I know it’s in the second tallest tower, but I don’t know how to find it from inside Hogwarts. I couldn’t fly. And I had until midnight to figure out where it was.

    Maybe I could write back to ‘me’.

    “Hedwig!” I called. “You better not be sleeping! I will have a letter ready for you in about five minutes!” That seemed to do the trick.

 “Hoot?”

    “Over here!” Hedwig was my owl. She was pure white, but with some brown feathers on her chest. She was larger than most of the other owls, though that was probably because she 1) was a Snowy Owl, which is a large species of bird, and 2) she liked to eat. I’m not saying she was fat, as she seemed to grow bigger height-wise the more toast she ate. And since I had no idea how old she was (or what age Snowy Owls stopped growing), I had no idea how big she would get.

    I then pulled out a sheet of parchment, a bottle of ink, and a quill, and began writing.

Dear Me,

First of all, if you don’t want me to call you Me, you should have mentioned it in the letter. The one that said to meet you at Midnight.

I don’t know where Dumbledore’s office is. Could you send me a map or something? I know Hogwarts can’t be placed on a map, but a map can be made of it, right?

From,

Harry Potter

    “Hedwig! The letter’s ready!” Hedwig then flew into the room.

    “Hoot.” Was she trying to tell me something?

    “Hoot!” She was now pointing at the letter.

    “What?” I asked, “Can you not pick up the letter?”

    “HOOT!” She then pointed to the letter, then to a piece of parchment, then to a quill. I then had an idea.

    “Can you write?” I asked. Could owls write?

    Hedwig then nodded her head.

I handed her the piece of parchment and a quill. She dipped it in the ink and wrote You forgot the seal. I knew I had been forgetting something. I pulled out a stamp and attached the seal.

    “Happy now?” I asked. Judging by the fact that she picked up the letter and flew out the window, I’d assume yes.

    I woke to a crackling of flames.

    For some reason, the first thing I did was put on my

glasses and check my watch. It was midnight. The meeting!

    Then I noticed the bird.

    He (or she, I couldn’t really tell) was a large red and orange songbird. Like, he (or she) was about sixty centimetres tall. Most songbirds were less than fifteen centimetres tall. Maybe it wasn’t a type of songbird. It certainly looked like a species of hawk.

    Assuming hawks had flames for tail feathers.

    “No offence, but what are you?” I asked. I felt like I had seen something like it in my CMC (Care for Magical Creatures) textbook.

    “A Phoenix.” So that was what it was. And it sounded female.

    “Um… what are you doing here? In the middle of the night, of any time?” Now that I thought about it, I was a little tired. At least it was a Sunday.

    “You sent a letter asking for directions to Dumbledore’s office. My name is Fawkes. There isn’t any map of Hogwarts that I know of. So are you coming, or not?” Was this what Dumbledore had instead of an owl?

    “Yes, I’m coming.”

Chapter Eight: Padfoot

It was crowded.

    I knew the letter said that ‘I wouldn’t be the only one there’, but there had to be, like, ten people and animals. There were two snakes (one green, one black), Remus, James, Severus (Why did he have to be here?), Harry, a dragon (blue), Dumbledore and Fawkes (Dumbledore’s Phoenix). Make that nine. But still. Dumbledore’s office sat five comfortably.

    “Is everyone here?” Dumbledore asked.

    Everyone replied, in a multitude of languages. I heard 

a few yeses in English.

    “Then let’s begin.” Dumbledore announced. “First, everyone will announce their names. In English, please.”

    The black snake was named Scales; the green snake was Nagini, who Scales smiled at the mention of the name; and the dragon was named Norbert.

    “Now it’s time for The Announcement.” Nagini announced.

“Lord Voldemort, You Know Who, He who Shall not be Named, The Dark Lord, Tom Riddle - whatever you call him,” Dumbledore then paused. If this had anything to do with Lord Voldemort, something was very bad.

    “He’s back.”

    WHAT? How? When? He was defeated. Destroyed. Killed. How could he be back? My second worst enemy-if it wasn’t for him, Sirius would never have gone to Azkaban! Does that mean I might see Wormtail-that rat-again? How could this be possible?

    And what were we going to do next?

    “I know this is a surprise to most of you.” Who did know? Severus? He was a death eater, as of ten years ago. Dumbledore? Definitely. He had just told us the news, after all. Fawkes probably knew too, being

Dumbledore’s pet. What about the green snake? Nagini? She didn’t seem shocked or terrified at the news like everyone else. How did she know?

    “This is why I am starting the Order of the Phoenix again.” Dumbledore announced. The Order! So that was why these people and animals were chosen. I mean, all the students deserved to know about Lord Voldemort being back, so the announcement could have just been at breakfast. So that was why James, Remus and Severus were here. They were in the Order before Voldemort was defeated. So that meant Serverus wasn’t a death eater anymore. But what about the two snakes?

And the dragon? And why Harry was here-that was obvious.

    “The Order of the Phoenix is an organisation against Lord Voldemort.” Dumbledore continued. What were the snakes and the dragon doing here?

    “Who would like to guess what our first mission is?” Dumbledore finished. Defeat Lord Voldemort? Was that divided into smaller jobs?

    “Defeat Lord Voldemort.” Scales hissed.

    “Incorrect.” Nagini replied.

    “How do you know?” I asked.

    “Dumbledore told me.” Why

did Dumbldore tell her? What made her special?

    “Then what is our first mission?” I replied. Maybe she was lying.

    “We need to find a headquarters.” Fawkes announced calmly.

    “Where is our current headquarters?” Harry asked.

    “Here, probably.” I replied. That did seem like a useful plan. It was crowded here.

    “Does anyone have any ideas?” Dumbledore added.

    “What are the requirements?” Scales asked. Did she have an idea?

    “It must be larger than here, secret and Lord

Voldemort can’t know where it is.” Check, check and check.

    “That failed.” Scales muttered.

    “What was your idea?” I asked. Not the House of the-

“The Chamber of Secrets.” Scales replied, interrupting my thoughts. “I don’t have the authority to show all of you anyway. Tom Riddle knows where it is.” How did he know?

    “Wait, did you say Tom Riddle?” Norbert pried.

    “Yes.” Scales hissed. She also seemed interested in why Norbert was asking.

    “So the evil wizard and Tom Riddle are the same

person?” Norbert concluded.

    “Yes.” Nagini replied.

    “Do you know him personally?” Scales asked. Did Scales know him personally? And wasn’t his last name Voldemort?

    “No.” Norbert replied. “But he was in Hagrid’s school years. HE GOT HAGRID EXPELLED!” No wonder Norbert hated him.

    “Can we get back to the matter at hand?” Dumbledore asked.

    “I have an idea.” I mentioned.

    “Where is it?” Nagini asked.

    “Is it the House of the Blacks?” Scales guessed. WHAT?

    “How did you know?” I asked. Did she know Legilimency?

    “Because you’re Sirus Black’s pet dog.” So that was what everyone thought.

    “How do you know that?”

    “Regulus Black told me.” She knew Regullus?

    “So why don’t we head there?” Nagini interrupted.

    “I can’t apparate in Hogwarts.” I replied. No one could.

    “I can.” Scales added. How, exactly?

    One crack and pop later, we arrived on an abandoned

beach. No one bothered to ask questions before crack! Pop!

    Grimmauld Place. I hadn’t been here in years.

    “There.” Scales announced. She was pointing to number thirteen.

    “Are we looking for number thirteen?” Harry asked.

    “No, we’re looking for number twelve.” She was now pointing at number eleven.

    “That’s number eleven.” Nagini pointed out. “Can you read?”

    “Not English.” Scales replied. “So which one is number twelve?”

    “It’s not there.” Harry added. Yes it was.

    “Grimmauld Place number twelve.” I announced.

    The house appeared.

    “So that’s the password.” Scales announced.

    “Yep.” I said. You could call it that.

    And everyone then went inside.

    “Who’s there?”

    Kreacher.

    Not him.

Chapter Nine: Scales

    “Scales Parsel Slytherin!” I called up the stairs. Had Regulus told Kreacher about me? 

    “You can come upstairs!”

    “I’m not the only one here!” He already knew that, right? Or did snakes have better hearing than House Elves?
    “Who else is here?” So he didn’t already know.

    “I’m here!” Padfoot called. He seemed to very much dislike Kreacher. Why? When did he meet Kreacher?

    “Go away, Sirius!” Who was Sirus?

“I’m Padfoot!”

    “Your voices sound the exact same. So I’ll rephrase that: go away, Padfoot.” So Kreacher hated Padfoot too.

    “It’s my house! House Elves have no authority!”

    “You’re a dog! You don’t have any authority either! And you’re not my master!” 

    “Who is your master?” I asked. Was Regulus still alive?

    Kreacher then came down the stairs.

    “What is everyone doing here?”

    “Padfoot can explain.” I told Kreacher. Bad move.

    “Anyone but Padfoot can explain.” Why did they hate each other? And who was Sirius?

    “This is the headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix.” Nagini pointed out. “And I’m sorry, but you have no say in the matter.”

    “So the Death Eater Snake is here?” So Kreacher had met Nagini too. And what did he mean by Death Eater Snake?

    “So who here do you not hate?” I decided to ask.

    “Everyone except Padfoot and the Death Eater Snake.”

    “You, him,” Kreacher was pointing to Severus Snape, “and fine, the Death Eater Snake can come to Regulus’ room.”

    Severus Snape stayed downstairs with Dumbledore, James and Remus Lupin, while Nagini and I went

upstairs to Regulus Black’s room.

    Regulus Black’s room had to be the cleanest room in the house. The other rooms were covered in years of dust and who knows what else, but this room was perfectly spotless. And I mean spotless. I didn’t see a speck of dust, a spill of ink, or anything on the floor. Was Regulus Kreacher’s favourite master? And there was a House Elf here. Why wasn’t the rest of the house clean? Did Kreacher just recently get here?

    Regulus Black’s room was rather simple. There was a bed with a green duvet, a black nightstand, a black bookshelf and a small wooden desk. The floor was dark wood, and the walls were grey. The desk was empty of

anything, and the bookshelf had a few books on its shelves.

    Ευφυΐα. Legilimency.

    黑魔法史. Was that Chinese or Japanese?

    اللعنات التي لا تغتفر. Okay, that had to be Arabic.

    Uwazi na Uhalali. Perhaps that was Russian?

    Как избежать Азкабана. What language was that?

    죽음을 먹는 자의 역사. Was that Japanese?

    Horcrux: una storia. Maybe that was Spanish? And why was it the only book with a cursive font?

    Skyddsberlocker. What was that supposed to mean?

    And there it was.

    The word.

    Fifty years ago, I saw Tom Marvalo Riddle reading a book. It was in English, so I didn’t know what it said. But I remembered the title. The book had a cursive-like font.

    “Kreacher?” I asked.

    “Yes?”

    “Can you read English?”

    “Not really.” That wasn’t helpful.

    “Nagini?”

    “What? Did you find an interesting book? I only recognize the one in greek.”

    “Can you read English?”

    “Yes. Why are you asking?”

    “Can you tell me what this word means?”

    And I wrote it down.

    Horcrux

    “I have no idea.” Nagini replied.

    “You said you could read English!”

    “ I can read it, but I don’t know what it means.”

    “But what does it say?” I had been asking myself that question for years. Well, I had forgotten about it until now. But still.

    “Horcrux. You wrote it. Don’t you know that?”

    “No. I can’t read English.”

    “So you can’t read it, but you can write it. That makes no sense.”

    “I saw it as the title of a book. I remembered it, but I never knew what it meant.”

    “You can see a title in a language you can’t read, and you can remember it, and even write it in perfect cursive? That makes even less sense. ” To her defence, she did have some kind of a point. But it wouldn’t sound crazy to Snakey. Who was crazy herself. So maybe she wasn’t the best judge for this situation.

    Why was English so confusing?

    “Wait. Did you say horcrux?” Kreacher asked.

    “Yes…” Did he even know what that meant?

    “How do you spell horcrux?” Kreacher asked.

    I wrote it down. Horcrux.

    “HX. HX. HX. HX.” Kreacher kept mumbling to himself. What did HX mean?

“Would HX be an abbreviation for Horcrux?”

    “I guess so?” Why was Kreacher wondering?

    “How about we read the book?” Nagini recommended. Good idea.

    Table of Contents.

    Chapter One……………….. What is a horcrux?

    Chapter Two………………. How do I make a Horcrux?

    Chapter Three……………… Where do I hide a horcrux?

    Chapter Four……………. How do I destroy a horcrux?

    Chapter One

    What is a horcrux?

    Introduction. A horcrux is an object enchanted to make one live forever. This object could be anything from a boot to a tiara to an old desk. But creating a horcrux

takes dark magic, and the most horrible thing one could commit to another wizard or witch: murder. And, when creating a horcrux, one puts part of their soul into the object. It is believed that if you make too many, your soul will fall apart. It has never been recorded of a person creating more than one horcrux.

    To tell if an object is a horcrux, you can pick it up. Did it shoot you backwards? Then the wizard or witch who creates the horcrux doesn't know who you are, or you mean nothing to them. In this case, that is probably a good thing, as whoever made the horcrux is most likely an evil person, one who someone would not want to be around. Did it shoot you backwards really far? Did you hit

a wall and almost fall unconscious? If you answered yes to both those questions, you are very unlucky. Whoever enchanted that horcrux sees you as an enemy. Were you able to pick up the horcrux? Then whoever created the horcrux sees you as an acquaintance or a friend. That could be good or bad.

    The power of a Horcrux is equal to the hatred in one’s heart.

    Okay. That summed it up pretty well.

    “Who is the first person that comes to mind when I put the words evil and immortal in the same sentence?” 

    Nagini said “Tom” at the same time that Kreacher said

“The Dark Lord.”

    “I think we just figured out how to defeat Lord Voldemort.”

Part Two

A Hope

Chapter Ten: Padfoot

“So, looks like your- Sirius’ Room hasn’t changed.” James announced.

    “You think he’s been here lately? Remember the Doomed Island?” I told James and Lupin. The Doomed Island. The name fitted it perfectly.

    “That’s what we’re calling it?” Remus asked.

    “What? It fits perfectly. Everyone who goes there is doomed.” That was not an exaggeration. 

    “He does have a point.” James added.

    “Is Regulus still alive?” Remus asked.

“Last I heard, he mysteriously vanished five years before I died.” James mentioned.

    “Mysteriously vanished. Am I the only one curious about this?” I asked.

    “Nope.” Remus agreed.

    “We could ask Kreacher.” James suggested.

    “He’ll just tell me ‘Go away’.” Did we have to talk about Kreacher? He didn’t do anything wrong-we just didn’t like each other. Not. One. Bit. He had to be the most aggravating House Elf ever. Are all House Elves grumpy? The ones in the kitchens weren’t-though they did have plenty of work to do.

    “Good point.” James admitted.

    “We could get someone else to ask him. We can’t be the only ones who think ‘Mysteriously vanished’ is suspicious.” Remus suggested.

    “But who?” James questioned.

    “Not N-what was her name? The green snake? Kreacher hates her.” Death Eater Snake? Where did that nickname come from?

    “I think it was Nigi.” James mentioned.

    “He seems to like Scales.” Remus added.

    “Wait. Does Scales know?” Maybe Kreacher told her? Plus-she just seemed to know things. I think Snakey mentioned them. And everyone knew Snakey. Who else knew twenty-one languages? Last I heard she was

learning Swedish. Did she finish learning it?

    “Let’s go ask!” Remus announced.

    “I think she went to Regulus’ room.” I added. Please don’t let Kreacher be there.

    James then said “Someone else needs to open the door.”

    As we went down the stairs-Sirus’ room was on the third floor- I noticed that the house was a mess. That useless House Elf. The floor was scratched, and had stains here and there; the walls had marks and needed a paint touch-up; and ceiling slightly sagged. The house looked abandoned.

    Maybe it had been. I hadn’t been here in fifteen years.

So much could have happened since.

    As we went closer to Regulus’ room, I heard the last bit of a conversation.

    “-Lord Voldemort.” It was Scales’ voice.

    “Let’s mention it at dinner.” The green snake-what was her name?-decided.

    “I know you’re there!” Scales called. She then opened the door.

    “How did you know?” I asked. “And what were you going to mention at dinner?”

“One,” Scales began, “the floor creaks, and, two, you’ll hear at dinner. What did you come here for? You know Kreacher’s in here?” REALLY? Why did Kreacher have

to be here?

    “We have a question. And we would like it if Kreacher would go away.” James told Scales.

    “Let’s head to the office.” Scales decided.

    “Wait-how do you even know this place has an office?” I asked as we started walking.

    “Regulus gave me maps of the house. He also gave me a world map with a dot on it showing where the House of the Black’s was-though it was more useful as a Geography class tool.” So she knew Regulus.

    “A geography tool for who?” James asked

    “Me. Saber taught me geography all wrong.” Who was Saber?

    “Who’s Saber?” Remus asked, seemingly reading my mind.

    “She lives in the Forbidden Forest. She’s half Saber-toothed Tiger, half Queen Dragon.” Scales explained.

    “The CAT?” I exclaimed. That cat hated-no, still hates-me.

    “Yes, she’s a cat, and she thought there was only one continent.” Scales said.

    “Why did she think there was only one continent?” Remus asked as we arrived at the door to the office.

    “That’s not important. Let’s go inside.” Scales decided.

    The office was scattered with papers, and a pair of scratched scissors was lying on one of the desks. The

books on the bookshelf looked more worn than they did fifteen years ago.

    Το Υπουργείο Μαγείας- The Ministry of Magic

    Kev cai lij choj ntawm lub Ntiaj Teb Khawv koob- The Laws of the Magical World

    Sehrlilik Tarixi- A History of Magic

    Eachdraidh na Ministrealachd- History of the Ministry

    Uma História do Mal- I couldn't remember that one.

    Хоркруксы- Horcruxes

    السحر والغموض- Magic & Mystery

    “So what did you come to talk about?” Scales asked

    “How did Regulus Black disappear?” James asked.

    “Kreacher mentioned that.” Scales said.

    “So how did he disappear?” I was getting impatient.

    “He said he didn’t want to talk about it-he said it was the night that Regulus died.”

    “And that goes with the order I’ve never completed.” Kreacher announced, entering the room.

    “What are you doing here?” I asked. WHY DID HE HAVE TO BE EVERYWHERE?

    “I need to talk to Scales.” Kreacher mentioned.

    “Why does everyone want to talk to me? Do I know something that no one else does?” Scales asked, confused.

    “The Room of Requirement mentioned you.”

    “What did it say?” Scales asked-she looked

almost worried.

    “It said you were the only one who could help me.”

Chapter Eleven: Nagini

I had never seen so much food in my life.

    The table, set by Kreacher, had chicken, sheep, cow, pig, a mix of plants (I think Norbert called it a salad), what Harry called a pizza, turkey, and more. Kreacher had gotten all the food from the House Elves in the kitchens at Hogwarts. He didn’t make a meal himself because 1) he had not been expecting visitors, and 2) there was no food in the house. There was way more than necessary because if you asked the House Elves for a meal for five, they would give you a meal for eight. It 

was just the way they worked. They certainly did not want to be known for not giving enough food.

    “Nagini, Kreacher and I have an announcement.” Scales announced. Oh, yeah. That. Somehow I had gotten roped into being the one talking.

    “Kreacher has actually contributed to something useful?” Padfoot exclaimed.

    “Yes, yes I have.” Kreacher retorted back.

    “What’s the announcement about?” James asked.

    “We think we figured out how to defeat Lord Voldemort.”

    You could have heard an owl’s wings, it was that quiet.

    “WHAT?” Padfoot exclaimed. “How? Already? Is Kreacher a part of this?”

    “Actually, it all started with Scales.” I told Padfoot. He seemed to be happy that I hadn’t mentioned Kreacher’s name. Why did they hate each other so much?

    “So, how do you defeat the Evil Wizard?” Norbert asked. The Evil Wizard? That was a new name.

    “Horcruxes.” Then I started explaining.

    I started with the one word in English Scales knew, then the books, then how Kreacher came into all of this, then chapter one from the Horcrux book.

    The only reason we knew how to defeat Tom Riddle was because Scales saw a book that Tom Riddle was

reading.

    Was that a coincidence?

    “Wait. You can’t read English, but you can write English in perfect cursive?” Lupin asked.

    “I asked her the exact same question.” I replied.

    “Wait-HX!” Kreacher exclaimed. Then he ran upstairs.

    “What in the world does HX mean?” Severus Snape asked.

    “He was mumbling it before.” Scales mentioned.

    “Has he gone insane?” I asked.

    “He always was insane.” Padfoot claimed.

    Then Kreacher came back downstairs.

    “I am not insane.” Kreacher added.

    “It’s in English.” Scales said, holding the paper.

    “I can read English.” Harry answered.

    “What does it say, then?” Scales asked.

    “It’s a bunch of random letters.”

    “Tell me the letters.”

    “H, X-” Harry started.

    “Wait! HX!” I exclaimed.

    “Kreacher, what does HX mean?” Scales asked.

    “Horcrux. Regulus Black wrote the list. I think it’s a list of the Dark Lord’s horcruxes.”

    “Hand me the paper.” Scales told Harry. Harry gave it to her, then she duplicated it so everyone had a copy.

    It read

    HX

    SSL    C

    SSR    GH

    RRLD    ROHT

    HHC    BLGV

    TRD    GY

    VS    GY

    What was that supposed to mean? Harry was right-it was a bunch of random letters.

    But HX meant something.

    Did the others also mean something?

    “It’s a list of abbreviations.” Scales explained. “SS is Salazar Slytherin.”

    “TR,” I started, “Is Tom Riddle. And BL is Belatrix Lestrange.”

    “Of course the Death Eater Snake knows that.” Kreacher claimed.

    “HH is Helga Hufflepuff.” Norbert added.

    “That means RR is the founder of Ravenclaw house!” Harry decided.

    “Rowena Ravenclaw.” Scales corrected.

    Soon the list had a few edits to it.

    HX         Horcrux

    SSL    C     Salazar Slytherin L/C

    SSR    GH     Salazar Slytherin R/GH

    RRLD    ROHT    Rowena Ravenclaw LD/ROHT

    HHC    BLGV     Helga Hufflepuff C/BLGV

    TRD    GY     Tom Riddle D/Graveyard

    VS    GY     VS/Graveyard

    “Salazar Slytherin has a locket and a ring.” Scales mentioned.

    “What does Rowena and Helga have?” Harry asked.

    “Am I the only one who noticed that only two of the places have been figured out? And they’re both the same place?” I decided to mention.

    “Is this any specific graveyard?” Scales asked

    “The Graveyard,” Kreacher and I said at the same time. “Tom Riddle’s secret meeting place.”

    “Wait!” Kreacher exclaimed.

    “I think I know where one of the horcruxes is.”

Chapter Twelve: Scales

“Where is it?” I asked Kreacher. Normally, I was very patient. Currently, I wasn’t. This was important. Why couldn't Kreacher just tell us already?

    “What is it?” Nagini asked.

    “The Death Eater Snake needs to come with me. No one else. DEFINITELY not Padfoot.” Kreacher ordered.

    “Okay…” Nagini hissed

    About ten minutes later, Nagini and Kreacher came back downstairs. Nagini was holding something golden in her tail. She then set it on the table.

It was the Locket of Salazar Slytherin.

    Which was one of the horcruxes on the list.

    HX         Horcrux

    SSL    C     Salazar Slytherin’s Locket/C

    “What does C stand for?” I asked. The House of the Blacks would be HB  or THOTB. Not C.

    “Regulus found it in a cave.” So that was C.

    “What do we do with it?” Nagini asked.

    “The horcrux book had a chapter titled Chapter Four: Destroying Horcruxes.”

    Kreacher then ran upstairs and grabbed the book, opening it to Chapter Four.

Chapter Four

How do I destroy a horcrux?

Introduction. For starters, you can not vanish a horcrux. It is impossible by the laws of nature and the laws of magic. So don’t try it. Trust me, it won’t work.

    The only way to destroy a horcrux is to destroy it beyond magical repair. Some examples that do not work are

    Some examples that do work are

Part Three

The Impossible Things

Chapter Twelve: Padfoot

Scales and I were in the room of requirement.

    I had decided to leave because Kreacher was there, and now I had an excuse to not be in the same country as Kreacher. Assuming Hogwarts was in a different country. Scales had come because she wanted information about the horcruxes.

    “Where can I find the ring of Salazar Slytherin?” Scales asked. How could the room turn that into a 

riddle? It would probably find a way.

    It is in the possession of the two youngest at this school.

    Who was the youngest first year? Or was it an owl?

    “Do you know who the two youngest at this school are?” I asked.

    “Fang and Serpent.” Scales answered without skipping a beat.

    “How are you so certain of that?”

    “Fang and Serpent are two days old. I don’t know how they got ahold of the ring. Also, they managed to eavesdrop on a conversation between Nagini, Dumbledore, and Fawkes about the Order of the

Phoenix. They’re crazy hatchlings.”

    “What does BLGV mean?” I asked the room, moving along.

    This will take some explaining.

    Six impossible things will happen this year. WHAT? How could an impossible thing happen?

    They are only claimed as impossible.

    Impossible Thing Number One deals with Harry James Potter, Lord Voldemort, and Scales Parsel Slytherin.

    Impossible Thing Number Two deals with Sirius Black, Padfoot, Wormtail, and Lord Voldemort.

    Impossible Thing Number Three deals with Severus

Snape, Nagini, Wormtail, and Lord Voldemort.

    Impossible Thing Number Four deals with Fighter Slytherin, Fang Slytherin, Serpent Slytherin, and Scales Parsel Slytherin.

    Impossible Thing Number Five deals with all who went to the Meeting at Midnight, Venom Fighter Slytherin, and Lord Voldemort.

    Impossible Thing Number Six deals with all who went to the Meeting at Midnight, some goblins at Gringotts Wizarding Bank, Lord Voldemort, and Belatrix Lestrange.

    No one is involved in every one of the Impossible Things.

    Impossible Things One, Two, Three, and Four have already happened.

    Snakey and Padfoot know about the Second Impossible Thing.

    Scales and Snakey know about the First Impossible Thing. It happened on the second day of school.

    Everyone in the Meeting at Midnight knows about the Third Impossible Thing. It is the reason for the Order of the Phoenix.

    The Fourth Impossible thing techinaly happened a thousand, two hundred and eighty-three years ago. Thought it was really something that didn’t happen.

    To answer Padfoot’s original question, look to

Impossible Thing Number Six.

    Any questions?

    Any questions? I now had a million questions.

    Is Impossible Thing Number Two Sirius Black escaping from Azkaban?

    Is Impossible Thing Number Three Voldemort coming back?

    How does the Sixth Impossible Thing have anything to do with BLGV?

    How could  one of the Impossible Things be from over twelve centuries ago?

    Your first two questions are yes. I forgot it could read minds.

    You will have to do the Sixth Impossible Thing to get Helga Hufflepuff’s cup. The one nicknamed Nigi knows what BL means.

    The Fourth Impossible Thing will be important. It will be the most important to Scales and the Unamed Hatchling. Scales, remember May fourteenth 1028.

    What happened on May fourteenth, 1028?

    “What do you mean, May fourteenth 1028?” Clearly something important happened then.

    “What happened on May fourteenth 1028?” I asked.

    “My adopted father was killed by a queen dragon.”

    INCORRECT!

    Scales, you know what I am talking about.

    Padfoot, this does not deal with your original question.

    Scales would not want me to explain.

    Think of the most secure place to hide something beside Hogwarts.

    Ask the one nicknamed Nigi what BL means.

    Oh no.

    We had to break into Gringotts.

Chapter Fourteen: Scales

    No wonder they were called the Impossible Things.

    They were impossible.

    It was impossible to break into Gringotts. Over two hundred had tried.

    Exactly zero had succeeded.

    Zero.

    Nulla.

    Μηδέν.

So how were we supposed to?

    At dinner, Kreacher brought out all the leftovers from last night. It was only about half the size of the amount we had yesterday, but it was still plenty enough.

    “Nagini, what does BL in BLGV mean? The Room of Requirement said the ‘one nicknamed Nigi’ knew.” I asked, getting to the point.

    “Belatrix Lestrange. Did you figure out what GV means?”

    “Gringotts vault.” Everyone fell silent.

    “Yes, we need to break into Gringotts.” I clarified. “The Room of Requirement said it was the Sixth Impossible

Thing. To make things short, the Room of Requirement said that six impossible things would be proved possible this year. Here’s a copy of the list it gave.” I gave everyone a copy of the list. I also gave everyone a blank piece of parchment.

    “It’s enchanted.” I explained. “What you write on it appears on everyone else's.”

    The Plan to Break Into Gringotts Wizarding Bank

    September 2010

    Note: Belatrix Lestrange's vault is one of the five most highly-secured vaults.- Fawkes

     Note: There is a dragon named Princess Rose of the Skywings. Part of our plan will be to free her. She has

been missing from the Dragon Lands for over twenty years. -Norbert

    Fine, that can be part of the plan. -Scales 

    So how do we plan to get to Belatrix Lestrange’s Vault? - Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

    I think there’s a skylight above the five most secure vaults. - Padfoot

    Yes, there is a skylight - Fawkes

    Is everyone going? - Harry

    No. That will cause too much of a commotion. - Scales

    So who is going? - Harry

    We’ll decide that once the plan is complete. We will only take the people and animals who benefit the plan. -

Nagini

    What enchantments are on the skylight? - Scales

    It is unbreakable and unexplodable, obviously. It is also fireproof. How are we supposed to break it to get in? - Fawkes

    Can you apparate in there? - Nagini

    No. Otherwise many would have been able to break in. - Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

    So how do we get in? - Fawkes

    Basilisk Venom - Scales

    You don’t have enough - Nagini

    Dragons can teleport! - Norbert

    So can phoenixes - Fawkes

    Good idea. - Scales

    I have a distraction! - Padfoot

    Again, I can barely read that. - Norbert

    What is it? - Scales

    I’d rather not say. Do goblins read the daily prophet? - Padfoot

    I highly doubt it - Fawkes

    Any other distraction ideas? - Padfoot

    The dragon! - Norbert

    Also, write neater. - Norbert

    Quit telling me that my handwriting is bad! - Padfoot.

    Get back on topic. - Scales

    A dragon sounds like a good distraction. - Nagini

    So how do we get the dragon out? - Norbert

    How big is this dragon?

    Probably VERY big if it’s a dragon. - Nagini

    I’m not good with measurement. - Norbert

    What type of dragon is it? - Scales

    A Skywing.. - Norbert

    Good. I don’t like Queen Dragons. - Scales

    WHY? - Norbert

    Bad history - Scales

    Get back on topic. - Padfoot

    What do we do if the goblins come? - Nagini

    How about we make them not come? - Norbert

    You always prepare for the worst. Can Skywings eat

goblins? - Scales

    Yes. - Norbert

    So we tell the goblins to be quiet or the dragon will eat them? - Nagini

    Her name is Princess Rose. - Norbert

    The goblins would rather die than let someone break into Gringotts. - Fawkes

    Really? - Scales

    Yes. - Fawkes

    So we do a silencing charm on them. - Scales

    What if there’s a lot of them? - Padfoot

    We do MORE silence charm thingies. - Norbert

    They'll start yelling. - Fawkes

    What if we make them think that we’re there to get something out of a vault? - Scales

    Belatrix Lestrange wouldn’t give us permission.

    My vault is next to the Lestrange’s. - Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

    Why do you have such a long name? - Norbert

    That’s off topic. - Fawkes

    Still, we will be going into Belatrix Lestrange’s, not yours. - Scales.

    How do we get into Belatrix Lestrange’s vault? - Nagini

    FIRE!!!!! - Norbert

    You have fire? - Scales

    Dragon’s breathe fire. - Harry

    They do? That’s useful. - Scales.

    Any other things to smooth out? - Fawkes.

    How do we get out? Over two hundred people have gotten in. The impossible thing is getting out. - Scales

    WE RIDE ON PRINCESS ROSE! - Norbert

    Will the dragon allow it? - Nagini

    One, her name is Princess Rose. Two, yes, because we will be freeing her. Also, she will listen to me. - Norbert

    Why? - Scales

    As Naginni would say, Classified. - Norbert

    You spelled my name wrong. - Nagini

    Sorry. - Norbert

    So, do we have everything planned? - Fawkes

    Yes. - Nagini

    Then let’s write it down on a clean piece of parchment. Scales can write it because she has the neatest handwriting. - Fawkes

    Thank you. - Scales

    The Plan to Break Into Gringotts Wizarding Bank

    September 2010, document 002

    People and animals needed: Nagini (for picking up the Cup), Norbert (For teleporting and telling the dragon what to do), Scales (Freeing Princess Rose)

01. Norbert telleports everyone into gringotts

02. Norbert tells Princess Rose why we are here and melts the door.

03. Nagini grabs the Cup.

Plan to commence on the fourteenth of September, 2010

    “But that’s tomorrow!” Fawkes exclaimed.

    “So get ready.”

Chapter Fourteen: Nagini

Today was the day that we would break into Gringotts. Hopefully, we wouldn’t get sent to Azkaban. Could you send animals to Azkaban? Was there a law about breaking into Gringotts? At least it would bring us one step further to defeating Lord Voldemort.

    HX         Horcrux

    Scales was in charge. We never agreed on any leader,