Harry Potter and The Tomb of Hogwarts

Harry Potter and

The Tomb of Hogwarts

Chapter 18

The Legend of the Tomb

"The what?" cried Ron.

"The Tomb of Hogwarts. It's a legend told to some of the first years to keep them from wandering too far out. We don't hear too much about it in Gryffindor, but most of the Hufflepuffs hear about it during their first year."

"Why's that," asked Harry.

"Because she left something in the tomb that's more powerful than any weapon known to wizard kind, or so they say. It's also rumoured that it was she that had hidden it and that she left clues to its location. But unfortunately, the only clue that has survived the centuries is that it's supposed to be tucked away somewhere on the Hogwarts grounds."

"Well duh," retorted Ron. "It's not called the Tomb of Hogwarts cause it's at Durmstrang."

"Anyhow," Hermione shouted over Ron, "I found it in the library, in the restricted area, but there's a catch."

"What's the catch?" asked Harry, his voice drained of energy.

"Well, there's only one page that goes over the tomb and it doesn't even cover much. The book itself is about Hogwarts in general. In fact, if I didn't know better I'd think it was a first edition of Hogwarts, A History, except that it looks like it was written at least three hundred years earlier."

"Okay. So what does the one page say?"

"Well, you'll have to see it. I'll meet you two in the library," she added, then turned and started running back for the castle.

Harry and Ron quickly gathered up the spare supplies, bagged the Bludger pieces which he would have to repair later, and ran back to the castle.

When they finally entered the Library a few minutes later, Hermione was sitting at the table with the book already opened and, to Ron's dismay, Davie was sitting right there next to her.

"Okay, we're here," he said dryly.

"Here it is," she said, turning to the next page.

The page itself caught Harry's attention immediately, though he hadn't even noticed the few small paragraphs at the bottom. Instead, he looked in amazement at the picture at the top.

There, drawn side by side, were four large pictures, three of which were bunched together, the fourth alone on the right. But it was the one in the middle of the group that caught Harry's eye. It looked very much like his medallion.

He pulled it out of his shirt and looked at it, comparing it to the picture. That confirmed it. It was a perfect match.

Harry forced his gaze down to the paragraphs at the bottom of the page and read.

Before they ever founded Hogwarts each of the founders forged a medallion, engraved with their own crests, and enchanted with magical properties which they felt best embodied each of their own personal talents.

Some have speculated as to what powers the medallions may hold, but there is one property that three of the medallions hold which has been confirmed by several Hogwarts Headmasters, though no explanation has ever been given as to how they know.

It was Headmaster Flubbles, Headmaster during the early fourteenth century, who said, "Some time after Salazar Slytherin departed from the school, the three remaining founders created something called the Tomb of Hogwarts and placed in it anything which they deemed too powerful to be accessible to their students. To this day, as remains true with the 'Chamber of Secrets,' no Tomb has ever been found."

While this does not confirm the Tomb's existence, it provides a name that was later referred to by other Headmasters, none of whom were able to confirm how to get there but have repeatedly stated their belief that it is there.

No other physical evidence has appeared since then, but it does beg the question, is there really a Tomb of Hogwarts, and if so, where is it?

"Okay, so it says that the medallions could open the Tomb, maybe, if there is one," Ron said bluntly. "But what else is there? Why did we have to see it written?"

"That's not what you had to see written. It's on the other page, here," Hermione replied, pointing to the next page.

At first Harry thought it was blank, but then Hermione moved her hand and he saw that there was a small bit of writing at the very bottom.

Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin. Medallions split up, Hufflepuff not seen since 1243,

Gryffindor medallion hidden or lost at Hogwarts 1609, never found.

Entrance in the Room of the universe <--- No such room found - Not an entrance - Perhaps it holds a clue?

which contains

"What's that mean?" asked Harry. "And what's that say; the part crossed out?"

"Here, I'll show you," answered Hermione, pulling out her wand. "Aperio"

The words that were scratched through began glowing and the lines crossing them out began to fade.

"A room that holds the universe? What kind of rubbish is that?" scoffed Ron.

"Well, I'd think it was obvious," replied Hermione. "seeing as how you'd been there at least a couple dozen times last year."

"I have no idea what you're talking about Hermione, but..."

"Oh..." said Harry, eyes wide. "Of course. You'd have to know where it was, and still you'd have to know exactly what you're looking for. Ingenious. Absolutely ingenious."

"Would someone please tell me what's going on?" Ron exclaimed.

"Shh!" It was Madam Pince, coming around a bookshelf towards them. "If you don't keep it down over here, I'll have to ask you to leave. Really, Mrs. Granger. I'd expect you at the very least to respect our rules. And you, Professor Potter." She turned and headed back to her desk, all the while whispering to herself incoherently.

"Keep it down, Ronald," growled Hermione in a controlled tone.

"Chill out, Hermione," interrupted Davie. "You know how you get when you can't figure something out. Ron just hasn't seen it from the right perspective. Think of it this way, Ron. Where would you go if you searched everywhere else in the castle and still couldn't find something you really needed?"

"What I really need... oh. The Room of Requirement. Of course," Ron replied, laughing at himself.

"Exactly," replied Harry. "But what I don't get is what this other part's about, with the room not being an entrance but a clue?"

"It means that the entrance to the Tomb of Hogwarts won't be in the Room of Requirement, but it will probably tell you where it is."

"Well, what are we waiting for?" asked Ron.

And that was all they needed. Davie stayed behind to write down the clues left in the book while the rest of the gang headed upstairs.

Ten minutes later Ron, Hermione, and Harry came around the fourth corner surrounding the Room of Requirement, concentrating on the Tomb of Hogwarts.

When they reached the door which would open to the Room of Requirement there came a collective gasp.

Each time they had used the Room of Requirement the door had looked the same as every other door in the castle. This time, however, there was a large, majestic looking door riddled with several gems of different colours which were patterned after the crests of the four Hogwarts Houses.

Hermione, being the first to recover herself, went to open the door, but it was locked. Smiling she pulled out her wand and called "Alohomora," but to no avail.

Ron also gave it a push, pull, knock, and finally a hard kick which sent him hopping around, shouting and screaming at his own stupidity.

Finally, Harry wanted to give it a try, but it turned out to be unnecessary. As he placed his hand on the door it quietly swung open as though opened by a soft gust of wind.

"I guess it will only open for someone wearing one of the medallions," said Hermione. "I wonder if the rest of us will even be able to..." She had no reason to finish her question since Ron had answered it by pushing his way past Harry and walking inside without incident.

Harry was the last to walk through, his gaze locked on the door. It held a familiarity for him that he could not quite explain. All he knew was that even though he'd never before seen this door, it felt like the door to his own home.

Finally, after several minutes passed, Harry walked inside. What he found was more incredible than he could have ever imagined.

The room was set in medieval times, with suits of armour much more majestic and regal than those throughout the castle. Upon each of the walls were three banners as large as those in the Great Hall, the two on the outside embroidered with the crest of one of Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Gryffindor. Between each couple was the third banner with crest of Hogwarts. The fourth wall was dedicated to the School itself.

There were golden cauldrons set in different places along with other personal items of each founder, as well as many other items one might expect to see inside a museum. Harry saw none of them. His eyes were locked on the far wall signifying the school.

There, in the centre of the wall, was a large silver and gold plaque. Slowly Harry wandered towards it, drawn to it as a moth to a flame. He approached the plaque carefully. It had a simple wooden back and with a silver shield mounted into it. Engraved within the shield was the Hogwarts crest, and below it were the names of Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, and Godric Gryffindor, each with a round slot above the name which mirrored each of the their medallions.

Harry's eyes stared fixedly at the slot in the middle which matched his own medallion, brushing over it with his fingers.

A sudden instinct overtook him and without a single conscious thought he grabbed hold of his medallion, ripping it from his neck, and with the palm of his hand he slapped it against the Ravenclaw emblem.

And then all was dark.

Harry opened his eyes, blinked twice, then closed them again and covered them with his hands. The bright light was overwhelming. He rubbed them a few times, then opened them once more. As his eyes began to adjust to the light he took a look around.

Wherever he was, he knew immediately that he was outside because he could feel the grass beneath him.

He got up, brushed himself off, and took a better look around. He knew immediately where he was, as he was staring at the Hogwarts lake, with the Forbidden Forest beyond and trailing off to the left.

But this wasn't the Forbidden Forest he knew. It was brighter somehow, younger and more full of life. There were more birds flying about, rabbits hopping around everywhere, and even a few deer off by the lake.

Harry smiled at the pleasant view, then turned to look back towards the castle. It was gone.

Where's the castle? Harry asked himself. Where's the Quidditch field? The Herbology gardens. HAGRID'S HUT!

"They haven't been built yet," came a calming voice from behind him.

Harry jumped at the sound of another person's voice. He swung around to find the owner of that soothing voice.

"Professor Dumbledore," Harry said, wide-eyed and astonished.

"Not exactly, Harry. I'm an imprinted guide, instilled in the medallion. I'm here to show you how it all began."

"How what began?" Harry asked.

"Hogwarts. You look over where the castle should be and find nothing, and you wish to know why. The answer approaches from the lake."

Harry looked towards the lake, searching for his answer. He found it in the form two wizards and two witches, all walking in his direction on what should have been the path to Hogsmeade, though it too was gone.

Time seemed to fade in and out, because a walk that should have taken the visitors half an hour seemed to take mere moments.

Suddenly they were upon him, and as they approached he suddenly came to realize what had happened. He'd seen them before, during the first dream in which he found himself in that mysterious room he now knew was the Tomb of Hogwarts. These were the four founders of Hogwarts; Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw in front, Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor behind.

He made to say hello when they abruptly turned and headed for the future resting place of the castle.

"Can they see me?" Harry asked.

"They cannot. This is not real, but a series of specific memories, slightly altered so as to tell the story of the Tomb of Hogwarts, and it begins here, with the creation of the castle. Look," Dumbledore said, pointing to the founders.

They were looking about, pointing in different directions and doing what Harry could only guess was planning the outline of the school.

But the sun was already well beyond the noon hour and Harry knew that the school was built over several months, so they were not going to be sleeping there quite yet. And indeed, after just an hour or so of planning, the team moved over towards the forest, right in the same area as Hagrid's Hut, and began to wave their wands about.

The earth beneath them began to move, rising slowly at first, then faster as a light glow overtook the area. In half an hour's time there stood a large stone mound, ten feet high and forty feet wide.

They spent the next few hours customizing the mound in their own image, making it their own little home away from home.

"Shall we join them, Harry?" asked Dumbledore politely.

"Sure," Harry replied, though he didn't believe he really had a choice.

Dumbledore waved his hand, and as he did so the entire landscape began to blur until nothing was visible except himself and Harry, and then just as quickly things began to come back into focus.

When things had settled, Harry found himself in the very same room that had revisited his dreams so often over the past several months. The difference, however, was that everything looked somehow more energetic, and where once only a few simple items lay in the niches, now there were many different items including books, quills and parchment, cauldrons, owl cages hanging from above, and a box in each niche that Harry recognized as wand boxes.

Turning around he found that the room he was in appeared to be the common room for them, with the marble table left as a kind of combination tea table and dining table.

But what caught Harry's eye was across the room where he saw, for the first time, that while the centre door remained closed, all four outer doors were open.

"Be my guest, Harry, but be swift," said Dumbledore, reading Harry's mind. "Our time is limited and we have much left to see."

Harry walked quickly around the table and through the door on the far right side.

Harry could guess quite easily who this room was for, as there were two large beds along the far wall, one in blue and gold, the other in bright yellow. One trunk was at the end of each bed, each with its owner's crest on top, and a large dresser for each of them on opposite sides of the room.

As he was short on time, Harry stayed only a few moments, looking around in awe at the living quarters of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. They were simple quarters, but then, they were more simple times.

There was a door at the left side of the room which was open, so Harry walked on through to the next room.

This room was immediately identifiable to Harry, especially with his escort, since it was the real Dumbledore who had described the room to him a few weeks earlier. It was the library from which Dumbledore had learned of the four medallions, which raised a very important question.

"Excuse me," he said, looking up at the imitation Dumbledore. "This is the Tomb of Hogwarts, isn't it?"

"Indeed. And you are wondering why it is referred to as a tomb when it is obviously anything but."

"Well, yeah."

"You will find out soon enough, but if you wish to continue exploring you should make haste, for we have a great deal left to cover."

Harry nodded. For some reason, no matter what thoughts or questions crept into his head, the moment Dumbledore would mention time, Harry felt extremely rushed to finish, as though he too knew what was to come next.

And so he spent little time in the library and instead headed out the front door, past the exit, and through the fourth door.

This room was empty except for a single table in the centre of the room and five banners spread around the room, one for each house and one with the Hogwarts Crest.

When Harry approached the table he found on top of it a model of the Hogwarts grounds more closely matched to how he knew them. The castle was there, as well as a smaller version of Hogsmeade, and the small house which he was in that would one day be replaced by Hagrid's hut, and of course there was no Quidditch pitch since the sport was nothing more than a backyard game at the time.

"Time is drawing short," said Dumbledore.

Harry nodded, headed out of the room quickly, and assuming what would be in the last room, merely peered through the doorway. As he figured, this was a virtual mirror of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff's bedroom, except of course that this one was decorated according to Gryffindor and Slytherin's taste. He didn't feel any need to look about this room.

"Come, there is more to see," said Dumbledore as he placed his hand on Harry's shoulder.

Again the world seemed to blur out of place, and then come back into focus. When things were clear again, Harry found himself inside the Great Hall looking upon a large crowd that was bunched up and bent over near the front of the room.

Harry approached cautiously, and as he approached their voices became more clear.

"How did this happen?" came the strong voice of Godric Gryffindor.

"Well, sir, Henry had found this potion and was showing it about when Valmont dared him to drink it. You know Henry, sir, so he opened it and was about to drink when Challet knocked into him and caused Henry to drop it on Valmont. So then Valmont began going into convulsions, turned all sorts of different colours, grew hair all over his body, and then he just fell down."

"I see," said a squeaking, high-pitched voice.

"Madam Hufflepuff," replied Godric, "is there anything you can do for him?"

Helga Hufflepuff bent down and looked at the young boy lying on the ground. After a few moments of inspection she looked up wearing a frown, a tear falling from her face. The answer was clear.

Again things faded and cleared, this time bringing Harry to the Headmaster's office in the middle of what seemed to be a heated argument.

"This is exactly why we need to be more selective of whom we teach magic to," said Salazar Slytherin. "Were that child of pure lineage, young Valmont would still be alive. Instead, he has become the first of what I expect to be many casualties of half-blood foolish mistakes. We can not afford to allow them to remain at the school."

"Do you really think that it was because he was a half-blood?" asked Rowena Ravenclaw.

"Be reasonable Salazar. Any student could have made such a mistake. They are children, and children are naturally curious."

"But curiosity has its limits, and there comes a time when youth is no excuse for those kinds of mistakes, and a child who grew up in our world would have more respect for these kinds of things. And frankly, I've never understood your fetish for these half-bloods and Muggle-borns. They flaunt the gifts as though they've earned them, and all the while they cause disruption and chaos wherever they go, and young wizards and witches pay for their mistakes."

"I disagree, Salazar," replied Godric. "But even if you're right, that's all the more reason to teach them, if only to give them the respect for magic you speak of."

"They don't need to be taught, they need to be eliminated," shouted Salazar angrily. "They don't deserve what they're given, and if you insist on teaching them, you will have to do it without me!"

"Salazar," cried Helga. "We don't want you to go. You're as much a part of this school as anyone. Please, be reasonable. Maybe you have a point here. Maybe we need to be more careful with the magical items we make accessible to our students."

"It's not the magic that's dangerous, it's those Mudbloods that come in here and abuse..."

"I WILL NOT HAVE THAT KIND OF LANGUAGE USED IN MY PRESENCE!" shouted Helga at the top of her lungs.

"And I will not participate in this discussion any longer. We vote now. All those in favour of expelling every one of those rotten Mudbloods and Muggle-borns?"

Silence.

"Very well. I guess I've lost by default, and so have you, I promise," he added, complete revulsion in his voice.

And without further notice, Salazar Disapparated away.

"That was the last time Salazar was ever seen at Hogwarts by witch or wizard," commented Dumbledore. "But I digress, there is yet more to be seen here."

Harry looked back at the three remaining founders who all wore looks of worry and sadness, none so much as Godric Gryffindor. But quickly his look turned from sadness to resolve as he lifted his head to speak again.

"It is how you predicted, Rowena, though I had truly hoped you were wrong. Still, things must continue and we still have a very important issue at hand."

For the first time since he had begun watching, Rowena Ravenclaw spoke, and it was then that he understood just how powerful a woman she was, for her voice echoed with the same calm power that Dumbledore's held, if not more mystic.

"Indeed. The Holiday season approaches, so I might suggest we take this opportunity to make some amendments to the school. I believe Mr. Dracoons is willing to act in Salazar's place as Head of House. Furthermore, as Helga pointed out, we should take the opportunity presented by the Holidays to secure those things we own which are too dangerous to be found by youthful hands."

There was no questioning her, only pondering her statements before implementation. After a few moments, Helga posed the question to which Harry was unknowingly asking himself.

"Where are we to place these items?" she asked solemnly.

"We should bring them home, and once there we should hide it from prying eyes, locking it with that which binds us together."

"The medallions," answered Godric, then added with a nod, "And that would allow each of us access through our medallions."

"Perhaps not. I suggest we provide a door from this room which would lead to one of the rooms to the house. We could easily enchant the door so that only the Headmaster of the school could pass through it, and even then we could protect the contents by limiting access with the destiny spell. It would take all three of us to pull it off, but the house's location would remain in tact and only when the three medallions are brought together could someone unlock the house. This is how I have foreseen it, and I feel in my heart that if we do not, many dark wizards and witches would seek it out in search of our treasures."

"So, when you say we bury it you mean to do so literally," Hufflepuff said, a brief smile crossing her face. "We should be turning our old home into a tomb of sorts."

"Indeed. The Tomb of Hogwarts, if you will. We shall each take our deepest and most powerful magical items and place them inside, and additionally leave instructions for all our successors to do the same. We could make ready the model room for such additions."

"But we would have to protect such a place with more than some basic spells," offered Godric. "After all, any spell can be broken if given enough time. We should protect it with life as well as magic."

"I'm afraid I understand what you mean, Godric. But we must think hard before we make such a decision, for to do so would anger some of our allies."

"And I'm afraid that we haven't much choice. You know we must do so. All we can do is warn the centaurs before we do so and hope that they are understanding to our cause."

"Harry?" came Dumbledore's voice behind him.

Harry jumped at the sound of his headmaster's voice. He'd nearly forgotten that Dumbledore was there. As soon as his heart slowed back down, he turned to his headmaster.

"Yes sir?" he replied hoarsely.

"It is time we return. There are still things I must explain, and I have little time left to do so."

"Yes sir. But, if I may ask, why is there such a rush? I mean, this is just a series of memories, right?"

"It is, but it is also much more. And because it is more, the spells that are bound in that medallion left little for my impression, and as such the spell deteriorates, and it is nearly done. Come, there is one last thing I must show you before our time is up."

Harry nodded, and as he did so the world once again faded and refocused, this time bringing him back to the Tomb as he knew it, where his dreams had first begun. But this time, as he looked around he found that the doorway in the middle was now the only one open.

"I have two final things to tell you before you walk through there, Harry," he said, pointing to the door. "Though you will find many answers to your questions in the diary inside the niche, do not overlook the books in the library, as one of them holds the secret to the Dark Wizard's power as well as his greatest weakness, though I cannot tell you which one, for unfortunately, I do not know. And lastly, once you awake you will find a map mounted on the Hogwarts wall. Place the medallion on that map and it will show where to find the other two medallions. Bring them together, Harry, and you will find your destiny."

And with those parting words, Dumbledore began to softly change, as though he had taken a Polyjuice potion, and one after the other became first Godric Gryffindor who gave him a brave, knowing smile, then Helga Hufflepuff who's gentle smile warmed Harry's heart, and finally to Rowena Ravenclaw who spoke softly to him.

"I have seen you in my visions, Harry, and it is for you that I have selected a few precious memories which I have imprinted within my medallion; one which I now pass on to you as the last of my bloodline. Remember to keep it with you, for it will protect you in your darkest hour. And when your the time comes, please tell the Unicorn that we are with him, as we are with you. Go now, and may the magic of life protect you."

And with that, she smiled softly and faded away, quickly followed by everything else, and then all was dark once more.

Harry found himself lying on the floor of the Room of Requirement, his three friends bent over him.

"Are you alright, Harry?" asked Hermione. "You took a nasty fall there."

Harry began brushing his hands through his hair and found a small knot on the back of his head.

"Yeah, I think I'll be fine in a few minutes," he replied hoarsely.

"What happened, Harry?" asked Davie.

"Don't rush him," Ron interrupted defensively. "He'll tell you when he's good and ready."

"It's all right Ron. It's better I tell you now while it's still fresh in my head."

With rapt attention all around, Harry went into a brief rundown of his dream. When he was done, both Ron and Davie seemed excited, but Hermione wore a much more serious look.

"I don't like it, Harry. For all we know, this could be a trap set up by Voldemort. There's no way we can be sure that he didn't set this whole thing up."

"He didn't," replied Harry simply. He wasn't sure why, but there was no doubt in his mind that the last thing Voldemort ever wanted was for him to find the Tomb of Hogwarts.

"Well, there's the map up there," pointed Ron. "How do you explain that? That had to have been made by the founders, so there's your proof."

"Unless it was set-up by Slytherin, in which case Voldemort could have easily learned about it and is... Harry! Don't!" she cried, but it was too late.

While Hermione was ranting to Ron, Harry had picked up the medallion and walked over to the map. By the time she had called out, Harry had already placed the medallion on the map. Immediately, three bright points of light, one royal blue and one a brilliant red positioned right next to each other, a third one of a bright neon yellow located on the other side of the map.

"Harry. You shouldn't have done that. It could have been very dangerous."

"Hermione, think about what we already know. There's going to be a huge battle between me and Voldemort and one of us is going to be killed by the other. Therefore, excluding anything ridiculously stupid, there's not a whole lot that's likely to kill me, now is there? Besides, I've just got this feeling that everything I saw was real. I can't explain it, but I know what I saw."

"Well, I know what I see, and I've got news for you," interrupted Davie. "If you guys are going to get all four medallions, it looks like you're going to be heading to California."

"Excuse me?" asked Ron in an insulted tone.

"Right there. See, the bright yellow dot. That's on the west coast of the good old US of A; California if you ask me."

"Well, we didn't," Ron spat back.

SMACK! Hermione had landed another loud slap against Ron's shoulder, this one echoing throughout the room.

"Geezes, Hermione. Give me a break. One of these days you're going to knock my arm off."

"And you'll well deserve it," she replied with a sneer.

"All right, all right. Do I need to pull rank on you two? Give it a rest already. The question is, how do we get the third medallion when it's clear across on the other side of the world?"

"Well, we could do it on winter holiday," replied Ron, still rubbing his arm.

"Right. And I'm sure there's just going to be signs posted on every street corner of that bloody country telling us exactly where it is," said Hermione sarcastically.

"Hermione," Davie said softly.

Hermione's eyes changed from angry at Ron to imploring with Davie.

"Look," interjected Harry, "we've got several months before the holidays, so let's start looking for the Gryffindor medallion. As best I can tell the Gryffindor medallion is either here at Hogwarts or, at the furthest, at Hogsmeade. Let's start looking for that one first. We can worry about the other one later."

"Do you think you should tell Dumbledore about your vision?" asked Hermione. "He might be able to help."

"Dumbledore! I was supposed to meet him for practice almost an hour ago," cried Harry checking his watch. "I'll talk to you guys later."

And before anyone could even say goodbye, Harry had run out of the Room of Requirement, straight to the staircase, and down to his Duelling class to find Dumbledore in his office, standing in front of one of his display cases and admiring its contents.

"Sorry... I'm late... Sir," gasped Harry.

"Do not fret over it Harry. I'm sure you've had quite a long day. In fact, I was going to ask if you would be up to practicing today after what happened at the Quidditch field."

"The Quidditch field? I'm not sure what you..." Harry's eyes went wide. Dudley. "Oh no. I forgot to go see Professor Sprout."

"Indeed. No matter. Professor Sprout has provided him with two weeks of detention assisting Mr. Filch with his cleaning duties."

"Thank you, Sir," Harry replied, obviously relieved.

"It's understandable for you to feel a bit overwhelmed Harry. It will take some time to get used to having such a full schedule, but I have confidence that you will find your own pace soon enough. And if I may make a suggestion of my own it would be to remember that you allocate specific times for your duties and specific times for your recreation. I've even been known to put a few hours a day aside for some rest and relaxation."

"That sounds like a good idea to me," Harry replied approvingly.

"Very good. However, now is not that time and we do have quite a bit to cover today, so let's get started.

Five hours later an exhausted Harry tucked himself into bed. After three hours with Dumbledore and another two going over class plans with Professor Snape, Harry was ready to just curl up and fall fast asleep.

Ron came in a few minutes after Harry was lying in bed and asked him if he'd like to play a game of Exploding Snap, which Harry declined with a groan.

Harry was so tired he had barely made it into his night clothes and he knew there was no chance of any fun tonight. The only thing he wanted was sleep and he knew that would come soon enough.

And so he lay down in bed, fingering his medallion and thinking back to his vision of the Hogwarts founders. He remembered the confident look Rowena Ravenclaw had when she looked at him and he thought to himself, I hope I live up to your expectations.

And then he thought no more, but fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of a mysterious place the Founders once called home and which he now called The Tomb of Hogwarts.

Coming Soon

Chapter 19

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