St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, First Floor, Creature-Induced Injuries. An entire makeshift sector for Petrification victims had been set up there months ago, when it had occurred to the healers that keeping the victims anywhere near Hogwarts was asking for an attack. It was mid-June, and the Potions of Reanimation had been completed. The last to freeze was the first to thaw.

"Yes, thank you, Miss Strout," said Ginny. "I'll take it from here." The overseeing healer left the room; she had no idea why she was leaving her patient (her vitally important to current affairs patient, no less) alone with a child, but the orders had come from very high up, and so she would not dispute them. "Harry? Are you feeling okay?" Harry just stared forward; his Potion of Reanimation had been mixed with strong sedatives, and his bed was fitted with a magic bracing system, to ensure that he got rest following his ordeal. "Okay. You're the first one up; I made sure of that because I wanted to talk to you. So. Your plan. I don't think it worked the way you intended it. But I'd just like to know what you were trying to do." Harry blinked, tried to speak, and finally did:

"I was trying to make the AI-go-foom."

"Uh, wow, those were some pretty strong sedatives, huh?" said Ginny. "Do you think you could try to explain a little slower? I never did figure out some parts of your note. What's a 'real Ya-lizer'?"

"'Y-alizer'," said Harry, and he sat up. "It's pronounced 'Y-alizer'. It's short for Yuddcauscializer. It's from a book. In 'Mathematically Precise Daemons and their Behavior', by Arcturus Pullman, there are these intensely powerful magical creatures people have called daemons, and they follow commands that they're given, but tend to do more harm than good because it's hard to word commands specifically enough to ensure they're carried out the way you want, and they don't understand anything abstract. And then the protagonist invents a device called a Yuddcauscializer, that you can attach to a daemon, and it'll force them to pick whatever interpretation of your command is best for you. Consequently, the daemons that are attached become much smarter and can follow much more complex commands safely. The Y-alizer becomes a huge McGuffin that the villains try to steal, of course, but they fail and the protagonist mass-produces them and becomes fabulously wealthy. It's a rare truly happy ending in a spec-fic novel; there are sequels but I didn't bother to read them."

"Maybe you should have," suggested Ginny.

"Maybe," said Harry. "So, I realized, of course, that interacting with daemons is equivalent to programming. And Amortentia is equivalent to the Y-alizer, except for any living thing. When it hit me that the Chamber of Secrets was probably the most intelligent program wizards had ever created, the prospect became very tempting. The more I determined about the Chamber, the more tempting it became - I actually found it right after the attack on the greenhouse; there's a tunnel beneath it that leads straight to the Chamber."

"I know," said Ginny.

"I'll admit it's shameful that I didn't think to put up wards to detect people going in or out until after Hermione was petrified, but hindsight is everything," said Harry. "What went wrong?"

"Wait," said Ginny. "First, where did you get all that Amortentia?"

"It's a critically important secret," said Harry.

"You can tell me," said Ginny.

"I can tell tell you in broad strokes, but it's a waste of time; I really need to know what happened to my plan," said Harry. "Basically, brewing Amortentia is relatively quick and easy. It's just that one step is expensive, because you need to dissolve at least eighty percent of a wand that was involved in an Unbreakable Vow. I figured out how to dissolve the same wand an unlimited number of times. It depends on something unique to me, though, so no one else can do it. Thiss iss all true. Now, what went wrong with Operation Domestication?"

"Slytherin's Monster, which consisted of thirty six basilisks, wanted to leave the Chamber forever, and devote all resources to producing more basilisks and petrifying absolutely everyone," said Ginny. Harry nodded expectantly, but then realized, to his horror, that Ginny had nothing else to say.

"And you prevented it?" said Harry.

"Of course I prevented it!" said Ginny. Harry started to approach hyperventilation.

"It failed to articulate why it was a good idea for it to run the world for an entire hour?" said Harry.

"Well, it certainly tried," said Ginny. "I was nearly convinced to let it out, but I realized I was being manipulated, and I drowned out its voice with white noise hissing partway through." Harry receded under the covers and began to fidget. "I'm a bit concerned, though, that my worst fears seem to be true; you're acting like you do want what Slytherin's Monster said you wanted."

"Ginevra, you are the worst," said Harry. "The worst. Yes, I wanted more basilisks and I wanted everyone petrified. It sounds like the Amortentia worked exactly how I wanted, and the broken component was you. I should have sent Ron instead; he's stupid, sure, but at least he's not consistently wrong in a way that requires reversed intelligence. In fact, maybe I will send Ron."

"There's nothing to send him to," said Ginny. "I told the school everything that happened and the Chamber's been excavated by the Ministry. The Monster has been decomposed into its individual basilisks, which are being kept separated to prevent coordination. They're studying them and, of course, closely monitoring them; I think they've dissected a few. They say they might be able to isolate the minds of Cedric, Justin, and Ernie for revival. It could take years, though." Harry growled and lunged forward, perhaps to shake Ginny violently; in any case it was ineffectual, as the magic bracing system pulled him back. "I already learned all of the Interdicted magic recorded in the Chamber, and my memories have been restored, so I possess all of those skills, now - wouldn't want to use a lot of them, though; they're some pretty dark magic. But it's nice that nothing's been lost to the ages. ...Harry, what are you doing?" Harry was forcing himself to look straight into Ginny's eyes, and he was growing increasingly frustrated.

"Since when are you-" started Harry.

"An Occlumens?" said Ginny, and she broke Harry's gaze. "Since last week. I invoked my right as a victim and/or witness of a crime to free Occlumency lessons. You know, the right that you invented and pushed through the Wizengamot."

"There are prophecies about me," growled Harry.

"Me too," said Ginny.

"My prophecies say I'm going to destroy the world, but not the people in it," said Harry. "And you've just caused me to miss my first chance to do that."

"Some of us like the world," said Ginny, and Harry clawed at the air, incoherent with anger.

"You like the world more than the people in it, apparently," said Harry. "The minds, names, and faces of everyone, all of humanity, would have been preserved, and you knew it, and you still went with your gut and ran away."

"I'm sorry," said Ginny softly.

"I'm going to call you Deathist Number One now," said Harry. "And you're not Vice President of the More Sane Squad anymore. Again. In fact, you're not even in the More Sane Squad. Members won't associate with you; I won't let them. I'd say you're dead to me but I'm afraid you wouldn't understand what that meant. I was right all along about your Patronus."

"What?" said Ginny.

"Given your religious stubbornness you shouldn't be able to cast an advanced Patronus," said Harry. "I found out about it immediately from the Unspeakables, because I have, connections, with them, and I was terrified because I was convinced it was some kind of, some kind of Anti-Patronus, that could potentially become a future source of problems. I spent a couple of months trying to kill it by shaking your faith harder, but it didn't work. I lightened up when it saved your life, but that was a mistake. You clearly don't value life."

"Yes, I do," said Ginny.

"You value something else above life," said Harry, "or you'd have let the basilisks out without a thought."

"No," said Ginny, "I assessed the risk and decided it wasn't worth it."

"The risk of what?" demanded Harry. Ginny didn't - couldn't - answer. "I want to see Hermione."

"Harry, you need to rest," said Ginny. "And she does too."

"I want to see Hermione," said Harry. No response. Harry took a deep breath. "Is there anything else I've missed?"

"Biggest thing that I can think of is something they found in the Chamber while they were excavating it - Salazar Slytherin's petrified body in a fogged-up glass coffin. They're debating the possibility of restoring him to life, too. Personally, I'm all for it, but they have to discuss it some more first."

"I'll get in contact with whoever's keeping him, and get him unfrozen A-S-A-P," said Harry.

"Oh, and they caught Lockhart," said Ginny. "On top of being a predator he was heavily involved in Voldemort's plot; he got in the way of your Amortentia and turned himself in. He's in Nurmengard now."

"Great," said Harry, but he wasn't really listening, not anymore.

"Also, several girls at Hogwarts - most notably Tracey - have been getting 'anonymous' death threats that are obviously from Bellatrix Black."

"Uh huh," said Harry, staring out a window.

"The healers say that Fred and George are going to be okay, but since they need to cut their minds apart at the joining point, they won't be magically connected anymore. I hope they can live with that."

Harry didn't respond.

"Oh, " said Ginny, "and I've located an error in one of the Methods of Rationality."

"What?" said Harry, shocked, his focus suddenly sharpened. "Did I misquote someone? Or, crap, did I use the wrong number of significant digits somewhere?"

"Um, no," said Ginny. "It's the one entitled 'The Stanford Prison Experiment'. You extensively refer to something called 'The Stanford Prison Experiment', obviously, so I decided to read the sources to get a clearer image of what that experiment was. I was horrified, but not in the way you intended. The whole thing was a sick joke! Nothing even approaching proper experimental procedure was present. There was only one trial, and no control group, making it more of an anecdote than an experiment. It all centered on one man, Dr. Zimbardo, Philip Zimbardo, a psychology professor at the Muggle college Stanford. He received government funding to study the causes of abuse in Muggle prisons, so what did he come up with? He got a single group of college students, and had them roleplay as prisoners and guards for two weeks straight in his basement. He played the warden."

"As the warden," continued Ginny, "Zimbardo encouraged - no, mandated - abuse, and then, as the researcher, Zimbardo pointed to the horror as though he had no part in it, as though it said something about human nature instead of Zimbardo nature. He deliberately made the abuse as shocking as possible, to convey his point as shockingly as possible. He didn't even run the 'experiment' to its conclusion; he cut it off before the halfway point to appease a female student of his, who he later married. And then he had the audacity to point to the early cutoff as further evidence of his depraved thesis! The worst part was that everyone, and I mean everyone, lapped it up! There was certainly criticism of the experiment, but even the criticism accepted Zimbardo's general narrative, and only criticized one or two points, instead of pointing out that the entire thing was a farce! You didn't even criticize one or two points; you just wholeheartedly accepted the narrative invented and pushed by a madman with enough charisma to pass himself off as a scientist!" By this point, Ginny was panting slightly; she had seriously worked herself up, and now she stared at Harry, waiting for a response. "Philip Zimbardo didn't find truth. He found himself, and he didn't practice science well enough to tell the difference."

"Go away, Ginny," said Harry.

"I was going to go anyway," said Ginny. "There are other people I've been missing - missing more, actually. There were just a few points with you I wanted closure on, and I sure got it. Goodbye?" Harry didn't answer.

Ginny ascended to the fifth floor to meet Luna.

Harry stared out the window.

This is the end of Ginny Weasley and the Sealed Intelligence. Omake, including an epilogue, will go up on some indefinite future date.