Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Warning: Mention of sexual abuse

Chapter 31: ...And It Shall Come To Surface

Harry extracted himself from Severus' arms and slowly slid out of bed. He wanted to avoid his questions as long as he can to figure what the hell was going on himself. He quickly grabbed his clothes on the chair and tiptoed to the bathroom. He gently closed the door that it only made a small thud.

Severus opened his eyes.

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Harry gently opened the door and slowly walked out the bathroom to the bed and gently extracted his wand from under his pillow. He turned to leave but a hand gripped his wrist startling him.

"Severus!" He pulled his wrist none too gently from Severus' grip. "You scared the pissed out of me," he said holding his hand over his chest. He heard the bed springs complain as Severus moved in a sitting position. With a wandless spell the candles were lit around the room.

"Are you by any chance trying to avoid me?" He asked as he grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him on the bed.

Harry avoided looking at him. "I just wanted to talk to Draco and Blaise."

Severus ran his fingers through his hair. "At 5 A.M. Harry?" He grabbed Harry's left foot and untied his shoe laces and then did the same with the right. After placing his shoes next to the bed he pulled the covers over him and pulled him to his chest. "We'll talk when you're ready," he whispered as they fell into a light sleep.

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When Harry woke he was alone. He looked towards the clock on the right that said Late For Breakfast and quickly got out of bed and finished getting ready. When he walked into the living room, Severus was sitting on the couch waiting for him.

"Lucky for you I had to complete my lesson plans for today," he smirked. "Ready?"

"Yeah," Harry said grabbing his robes and satchel from across the sofa. "Let's go."

When he walked into the Great Hall, Harry made a beeline for his table and sat down to eat without any morning greetings. After he swallowed more than a mouthful, he looked at Draco and Blaise who were looking at him in astonishment.

"What?"

"We have twenty minutes until class starts Harry," Draco said as he forked his eggs while Blaise continued to stare at him. "And I thought I had the biggest appetite," he muttered.

"You don't. You're mother does. And where's Hermione?"

"Shes at the Ravenclaw table introducing herself to the first years. And did I or did I not beat my mother at the pie eating contest we had." Blaise threw a piece of his egg at Harry and continued to eat his breakfast.

"So did you both settle the last name debate?"

With the frown on Blaise face and the bizarre sickening smile on Draco's; he didn't need an answer.

"Hey Harry, look to your left," Draco said as he nodded his head toward the Head Table. Harry turned his head and saw Professor McGonagall was sitting in Dumbledore's seat. He tuned back to is friends eyebrows raised.

"He's gone for the whole week. He left Professor McGonagall in charge." Blaise's grin looked worse than Draco's but who gives a damn when the old bastard is out the castle.

"Well," Harry whispered, "let's just hope that Deputy Headmistress is more Slytherin then we think."

With smirks on their faces, the three boy continued to finish their breakfast.

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Harry rolled his eyes as Lockhart looked at himself in the mirror once again as he lectured on first year spells. Honestly! He's not that good looking.

"Wake me up when you all are through reliving first year," he said to Hermione. With one last annoyed look he put his forehead to his desk and nodded off.

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"Mr. Weasley that is not the correct spell to transfigure your familiar into a goblet. By the time I return your rat will be goblet or it's fifteen points from Gryffindor." McGonagall's pursed lips was still running through their minds even after she walked away to check on other students' progress. Weasley mumbled under his breath but did as he was told. Harry looked at Draco but he just shrugged his shoulders just as shock as he was with McGonagall's behavior.

"Poor Achilles." Draco poked his wand through the cage at his goblet before Harry slapped his hand.

"Quit poking your owl. You know how pissy he is."

Draco extracted his wand from the cage and held his head high like a typical Malfoy. "My owl is high profile Potter not "pissy". He demands the best. And furthermore he hates when you call him such crude words and has addressed the issue with me. So I have to ask you to cease the insults at once."

Harry looked at Draco as if he grown a second head and turned around to Blaise; who was sitting with Pansy. Pansy shook her head while poor Blaise was biting his bottom lip to keep from laughing.

"My thoughts and prayers are with you Blaise."

He turned around but not before seeing Blaise's shoulders shake trying to keep his laughter in.

McGongall walked to the front of the class but not before stumbling a bit. A few idiot children laughed but quieted down at her infamous stern look. Before she could speak her vision became blurred and she felt someone catch her as she fell to the floor. She knew her eyes were open but her class was not what she was seeing.

Seventeen year old Minerva walked briskly to Professor Dumbledore's office; Minerva's loosely bun shaking as she moved. Before she could knock on his office door, she heard her professor and a student arguing.

"...tell the Ministry!"

"As if they will believe what you say. You're a Slytherin Tom! You-"

"Don't call me that disgusting Muggle name!"

If Dumbledore said anything, it was a mere whisper because Tom storms out of his office and into Minerva.

"Watch where you are going McGonagall!" he sneered. But unlucky for him Minerva caught the tear trail and grabbed his arm before he could walk away.

"I believe you," she said.

Tom let out a bitter laugh. "You? You're a Gryffindor. You're weak. Save your breath Minnie." He pulled his arm out of her grip but before he could leave he saw Dumbledore coming out of his office. Before either of them could move he pointed his wand at them.

"Oblivate!"

McGonagall's vision went blurred again within seconds she was staring at her students; who were looking down at her in concern. She tried to stand up, but something held her arms down.

"Stay down Professor," she heard Harry say. "You almost took a nasty fall, but Blaise caught you just in time."

"How long do we have until class is over?" Blaise asked whom she realized was holding her other arm.

"Fifteen minutes. I don't think the Professor mind if class was dismissed."

Ron sneered at the both of them. "Who said you were in charged Potter?"

"Everyone including you who sat stupid when she fell down Weasley."

"Now listen here scarhead, you-"

"GET OUT!"

Everyone turned to Blaise in shock.

"None of you are helping the situation crowding over her. Unless you have an idea of what's happening I suggest you leave now."

Ron narrowed his eyes at Blaise. "Or you will do what Zabini?"

"Or you will experience a few dark spells I picked up over the summer," Blaise growled then smirked when Ron and a few Gryffindors took a step back.

Before Ron could retort, an angry Potion's Master erupted into the room running to Minerva.

"What in devil's name happened?"

Blaise and Harry released her arms as he slid to the floor to check her vitals.

Pansy's shaken voice spoke."She was walking to the front on the room and suddenly she fell. If Blaise hadn't caught her she would have hit her head on her desk."

"She's fine," Severus said standing up. He and Blaise helped her off the floor and settled her into her chair. Severus then averted his attention to the students. " I want everyone out immediately. Professor McGonagall will update everyone of her health as soon as possible. Potter, Malfoy, and Zabini you will stay here."

Smart enough not to challenge the Potions Master, Weasley and his Gryffindors left the room; the Slytherins following.

With a flick of his wand Severus closed and locked the door.

"Fire call Madam Pomfrey Draco." But Minerva lifted her hand to stop him.

"I'm fine Severus. Poppy and I discovered something that obviously brought back a memory Albus wanted to be hidden."

"What do you mean?" Draco asked

Minerva sighed. "He oblivated me."

Severus' face was contorted with fury. "What? When?"

"Seventh year. It was a memory of me running to his office. I remember I had to ask him about the teacher's assistant position. When I came to the door I heard him arguing with a student; a Slytherin student that we are all familiar with."

"Tom Riddle," Harry said.

"Correct Mr. Potter. Tom threatened to go to the Ministry but Albus told him that no one will believe him. Seconds later he stormed out of his office and bumped into me. Something wasn't right. It was as if his magic was tilted the wrong way. Like a portrait on a wall. And the tears in his face was a big clue. I grabbed his arm and I told him I would believe him. I didn't know what it was, but if it unraveled someone like Tom Riddle then I knew whatever he said was true. He laughed in my face and called me a weak Gryffindor. But then he called me Minnie. He's never called me Minnie and that worried me the most. Before I could say anything Albus came out of his office and oblivated both of us."

Her story was met with silence.

"Do you know what Riddle was talking about now?" Draco asked.

Minerva slowly nodded her head. "Oh yes Mr. Malfoy," she whispered. "I know exactly what he was talking about. Which is why I want you Severus, and Lucius to visit Poppy immediately."

Severus scoffed. "You really think Dumbledore would have oblivated me without me knowing. I am a Master at Occlumency and Legilimency Minerva."

"You did not become a master until after you graduated Severus," Minerva said.

Severus shook his head gently. " Why does it matter? What aren't you telling us?"

Minerva took his hands in hers. "Please Severus. For me. For Harry," she quietly said.

Severus closed his eyes and nodded his head. "Draco contact your father."

"And Kingsley," Minerva added.

Draco gave a questioning look but nodded and left for Minerva's office.

"Believe me we'll need him," she gravely said.

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"What is so important that I had to be called from a meeting?" Lucius said storming in the infirmary with Draco taking the rear. He stopped in his steps when he saw Severus lying down in one of the beds massaging his temples.

Laying a hand on Severus' shoulders, Harry turned to Madam Pomfrey. "Anything?"

"Nothing thank Merlin." She returned her wand under her sleeve and left to retrieve a Headache potion.

Lucius quickly rushed to his side. " What the hell is going on Severus? Draco was frantic over the floo."

Severus winced his eyes and put a hand over them. "Where's Kingsley?"

" He has some paperwork to finish up. He'll be here afterwards. Now do you mind telling me what's going on?"

By this time Madam Pomfrey returned with his side with the potion. She helped him in a sitting position and placed the open potion in his hand. He swallowed the potion in one gulp and make a face with the taste. Within seconds his headache was gone.

"Now it's your turn Mr. Malfoy."

Before he could protest, she grabbed his wrist and lead him to the bed next to Severus'.

"Don't fight back," she said as she pointed her wand at him.

Lucius' eyes widen, but before he could say anything, he felt Madam Pomfrey enter his mind. Before he knew it, she was out of his head and handing him a Headache potion.

"Well?" Severus asked.

"No oblivated memories."

Severus sighed in relief. "Thank Merlin."

Lucius stood up and straightened his robes. "Will one of you please tell me what's going on?"

Severus shrugged his shoulders. "No idea."

Lucius jaw dropped slightly. "You have no idea what's going on yet my privacy has been invaded!" he growled.

Harry walked to Lucius and put a hand on his arm. "Believe me Mr. Malfoy it was for a good reason," he said softly. Harry green eyes were haunted but before Lucius could comment, the Deputy Headmistress entered the infirmary.

"The Headmaster's office, now," she said with a slight tremble in her voice.

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As they followed McGonagall to the Headmaster's office, Severus noted how pale she was. As she opened the door, they saw Kingsley sitting at the Headmaster's desk reading a book while Blaise sat in a chair careful to not touch anything.

"What's the book Kingsley?" Lucius asked.

"Dumbledore's records of...well read for yourself."

Kingsley walked over to Lucius and handed him the thick green book. His eyes looking sorrowful.

"Maybe this will explain a few things about your father, Lucius."

Lucius shot a confused look at Kingsley before reading the book. Within minutes he was shaking like a leaf in the wind. When Draco touched his father's arm he dropped the book as if it burned him and staggered to a nearby chair.

Draco walked over to his father to calm him down but all Lucius did was hold on to his son so tight as if he couldn't stand to let him go.

"I always wondered why there was such fear in my father's eyes when I got my Hogwarts letter, " he said as he rubbed his son's back in circles.

Intrigued, Blaise picked up the book and turned to a random page. As he read they watched as his face twisted in disgust and he shoved the book at Harry and ran out the office.

Harry staggered with the weight of the book and sat it on the desk. "Do I want to know what's in the book?"

"Books," McGonagall corrected. " As for what are in them is...disturbing."

Severus went to the desk and opened the book. Barely finishing the first page he slammed the book closed. "So Dumbledore has been molesting the students and keeping a diary of it."

McGonagall nodded. "For every year since before I graduated."

"And my father was one of his victims," Lucius whispered.

" As was Tom Riddle. He talked about it in his diary." Harry said. "Was there anyone from this year?"

McGonagall shook her head. "No thank Merlin. But it terrifies me that he has the year marked."

Kingsley took out his wand, and with a spell the book was shrunken and into the pocket of his robes. "I will return it and the rest of the books by nightfall." With a quick nod he left, as stoic as they have ever seen him.

"Well, McGongall started, you should go to your Charms class. I will write a note to Professor Flitwick. And please collect Blaise from the bathroom on the way."

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For the rest of the day, the boys were in a daze. They did not have the heart or the stomach to tell Hermione when they saw her in Charms. They decided to skip dinner and head to the dorm, but not before Draco sent a concerned letter to his father.

Later when Hermione entered their dorm room, she saw their somber faces and asked what was going on.

"Dumbledore is a sick fuck that's what," Draco said.

Hermione sighed and put down her books. "What did he do this time?"

"He kept a diary of what he did...to students."

Seeing Hermione puzzled face, Harry explained, "He molested students Hermione. Since before our parents were born. McGonagall founded the diaries in his personal library. Kingsley has them for now. We don't know what he'll do with them though and believe me none of us was thinking about asking him."

Hermione went pale and sat herself on an empty bed. "He's a murderer and now he's a pedophile?" she whispered. "My God please don't tell me anyone we know has been a victim."

"Voldemort," Blaise said.

Hermione looked at him. "Voldemort." She stands up and paces. "First he mum dies in childbirth, his father abandons him and then he's..." Hermione closes her eyes and look away. "I wonder was pure-blood supremacy the start of this...mission...or was it to bring down Dumbledore?"

Blaise stood up at that. "You think the pure-blood supremacy may have been a cover?"

"Yes at first! But then over the years, he started to believe it, but it wasn't until Halloween 11 years ago is when he stopped believing it." He looked at Harry. "But by then it was too late."

"It does make sense," Draco said. " If he hated people that were not pure so much, he would have not tried to save Harry and Mrs. Potter that night."

They all became silent, thinking over the possible accurate information.

"The prophecy!" exclaimed Blaise, scaring them out of their thoughts.

"What?"

"The prophecy! Remember when Uncle Severus was telling us about what he and Harry saw. He said that Harry's father told Voldemort the prophecy was a fake. The false prophecy said something about Harry killing all things pure. Think about it. Dumbledore is the one to make up the prophecy. Remember Bella said they went on killing rampages trying to find who the prophecy was talking about."

Hermione nodded. "But even if Dumbledore made up a prophecy about a half-blood defeating Voldemort, that doesn't explain how those pure-blood ideas got so involved. The killings started a year before Harry was born. Pure-bloods were involved before that."

Harry combed his fingers through his hair and stood up. "If you're desperate to come into power, you will become a hypocrite to get what you want, " he said quietly.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.

"Well Tom was a half-blood correct? Who are the wealthiest and most powerful people in the Wizarding World? Pure-bloods. He was already powerful but he needed support. Tell people you want to get rid of a "muggle loving" yet powerful Headmaster and see what happens."

Blaise shook his head and sat back down on the bed. "Well, since we know the prophecy was a fake, what did the real one say? And where is it?"

"I bet Dumbledore knows. And we will find it. And Hermione?"

"Yes?"

"Do you mind doing some research for me?"

Hermione's face lit up. "Of course! What do you want me to find?"

Harry put on his Slytherin smirk.

"The Chamber of Secrets."

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Hey! I'm so glad to finally get this chapter out. School is hell and since I switched my major to English, I have lots of reading to do. I hope to be able to sit down and update the rest of my stories, but no promises! I have three papers to write this week alone.

And before I forget, The second clue to Minerva's mate is:

Half-blood

Next Chapter: The group meets Tom Riddle face to face.

Have A Happy Halloween!