Harry Potter had a lot to think about, and when Harry Potter needed to get a better perspective on things, he went with the most obvious solution of all.
Flying
Luckily, there were no Quidditch gas scheduled, well there had been, but it was Slytherin against Hufflepuff and his House's team had split into two teams, neither of which could agree who would play, thus another forfeit.
He had asked if his friends wanted to join but was turned down by Hermione, not a surprise, and Harriet chose to stay with her and do so studying and research. Amy, however, had been thrilled at the idea and the two of them had gone out together, only to find another redhead currently flying around.
Ron slowed the mont he saw the newcors, and his smile brightened when he identified them. "Harry, Amy! Are you two thinking about doing so flying?"
The other boy grinned in return. "We were. I'm a bit worried you know? With all the canceled gas Amy here is going to lose her edge and probably start falling off her broom before we know it."
Said girl gave him a look of mock outrage, before pouting at his teasing. Ron rely grinned and gave a laugh, "We can't have that can we? Maybe we should do a two on one and keep her up to snuff."
Within minutes the three were airborne, tossing about a Quaffle and having Amy go through various dives and maneuvers that might be needed not just for defense but also to ensure she could manage the higher speeds her broom was capable of.
After a half-hour or so the trio lowered, laughing with exhilaration and fatigue. "You are doing really well Ron, I bet you could probably convince McGonagall to let you try out for the team next year." Harry praised, earning a blush from the boy along with the shuffling of his feet, a reaction the other wizard had not expected.
"I'm uhm… not sure about it. I an I love flying and the ga but…"
"But?"
More discomfort followed before the Weasley son answered, "It's just the changing situation. I don't really… I an I can't…"
That's right, the boy-who-lived had forgotten that there were no separate changing areas for girls or boys. It was easy to reverse the situation in his head given all he knew. If a girl had been forced to change and shower with her all-male teammates…
"Right… yeah that would be uncomfortable."
Ron quickly nodded, "Exactly, so I'll just keep practicing and maybe they will make additions, or I can figure sothing out in a year or two."
Harry didn't respond, not only because he had a feeling that such changes weren't even being considered but there was also the way that Amy looked during the conversation. There was sothing on her features that she did her best to hide but he noticed anyway.
Desire
He filed the incident away for later.
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Harry didn't even need to ask when he noticed their newest professor with an obvious sling around her arm. Thus far every major injury was, in so way or another, linked back to one person and considering both his own run-ins with Lockhart and the various other confrontations or potential argunts she could have had with Riddle he didn't doubt for a mont there would be a link between the two.
All the ti he had spent on the puzzle, and nothing had thus far co to mind in terms of a legitimate answer.
Did it all seem to point to Riddle? On the surface, yes.
Did the petrifications bear an uncanny resemblance to those in his own tiline? Again, yes.
While neither of these facts proved anything it was providing him difficulty in producing an alternative. Maybe it wasn't a Basilisk, but if that were they case then why the petrifications? If it was Slytherin's pet, then who was controlling it? As far as he could tell no one knew the location of the Chamber and based on argunts from the other professors there weren't any pri Parselmouth suspects besides Riddle.
But it didn't make any sense, why would she bother? Even if the first one was her, he would have outed her as the pri suspect making any further attacks not just ill advised but borderline foolish.
Even stranger was his own connection to the victims. It was vague at tis, but he had, in so way or another, interacted with every one of them prior to an attack. The only answer he could produce was the older Malfoy.
She was obsessive, unstable, and would have been aware of the interactions he had with the victims. The problem with this was she didn't seem to be a Parselmouth. His own ignorance of such a magical trait was easily explained by his upbringing, but if the Malfoy's had such a valuable ability in their eldest surely, they would be flaunting it.
Glancing about he tried to spot anyone looking a bit too proud of themselves, smiling a bit too much at Lockhart's injury, but couldn't see any obvious suspects. He did, naturally, notice the glare Snape was giving the Headmistress, whose own eyes darted towards him for a mont before looking away.
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