Title: A Sister's Tale: The Chamber of Secrets

Summary: In their second year of Hogwarts, things begin to heat up at Hogwarts. Rachel and Amanda continue their relationship with Fred and George and Elliot continues to try and discover who she really is and what had happened in her past. FredOC, GeorgeOC, RonOC AU Sequel to A Sister's Tale: The Sorcerer's Stone.

Spoilers: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns everything having to do with Harry Potter, however, I own Elliot, Rachel and Amanda.

Chapter 1

Ah, summer! What a brilliant season. July was ending and August was fast approaching. My birthday, July 31st, was coming up and I was looking forward to it. A birthday at the Burrow was the best birthday compared to anywhere else. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and given me a scarlet and gold coat for the cold days in December. Percy had give me a book called 100 Easy Ways to Pass Wizarding School…like I was going to read that. Fred and George had given me a whole kit of jokes and pranks that I knew I was going to have fun with at Hogwarts. Amanda and Rachel had given me a black and white pin-striped fedora while Ginny gave me scarlet and gold gloves with no fingers. However, Ron had decided to do something extra special. He had grabbed both of our brooms and took me flying around the Burrow. After my small date with Ron was over, we had a magnificent feast and a large cake in the shape of me riding my broom at my first Quidditch match. How marvelous the thing tasted. I didn't want that day to end, but unfortunately, night rolled around and we had to go to bed. When we had gotten back to the Burrow after our first year at Hogwarts, Mr. Weasley had built in three more rooms for us. My room was right next to Ron's while Laura's and Rachel's were on either side of Fred and George's. But just when I couldn't think the day could get any better, it did. While I was sleeping in my room, I felt someone jumping on my bed. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Ron staring at me. "Elliot! Get up!"

"What?" I asked groggily.

"Fred, George and I are going to Harry's house and rescuing him from those Muggles. You wanna come?"

I quickly sat upright and became fully awake. "Yeah, let me grab my coat and slippers."

After I had grabbed my things, we had gone to Rachel and Amanda's rooms and asked them if they wanted to come. Rachel was all for it, but Amanda said, "No bloody way! I don't want to get in trouble with Mrs. Weasley. You guys have fun getting yourselves killed."

Shrugging her off, he quickly piled into the car and headed towards Surrey. Fred was driving the car while Rachel and George sat up front with them, leaving Ron and me in the back. The ride was amazing. The night sky was beautiful, especially when you were flying in it. Finally, we dived down next to Harry's home where we saw bars on his window. Fred shone the headlights through the window, causing Harry to wake up. When we pulled up next to the window, Ron and I leant out and Ron greeted, "Hiya Harry!"

"Ron? Fred, George, Rachel? Elliot? What are you guys doing here?"

"Rescuing you of course! Hurry up and get your trunk," I smiled.

Harry quickly grabbed all of his belongings as Ron attached a hook to the bars on his window. "Better stand back," said Ron.

Then, Fred drove away from the house, pulling the bars off of Harry's window. Quickly, we put Harry's trunk in the trunk of the car and put Hedwig in the back with us. Just as Harry was about to get into the car, the evil Muggle known as Vernon Dursley came running in and tried to stop Harry. As soon as Harry was in, Fred hit the gas and pulled Dursley out of the window. As soon as we were gone, Ron turned to Harry, who was sitting with us in the back, and said, "By the way, Harry, Happy Birthday."

Wait, it was Harry's birthday too? That was just too weird. That brought up the memory of what Voldemort had told us at the end of last year. But…I still didn't think it was just right. The ride didn't take as long, and as soon as we got to the Burrow, we walked through the door quietly, hoping not to get noticed. Harry looked amazed as he stared around the house. "It's not much, but its home," said Ron.

"I think it's brilliant!" smiled Harry.

Funny, that's how I felt. Before we could get up the stairs, Mrs. Weasley came running down, her face super red. "Where HAVE you been? Bed's empty, no note, car gone! You could have died, you could have been seen!" she shouted, completely ignoring Harry's presence.

"They were starving him, Mum. They put bars on his window," said Ron in self defense.

"Well, you had better hope that I don't put bars on all of your windows. Of course, I don't blame you, Harry. Come, time for a spot of breakfast."

As we sat around the table, Amanda, Percy and Ginny came walking down the stairs to the table. Amanda, Fred, George, Rachel and Percy sat on one side while Ginny, Harry, Ron, and I sat on the opposite side. As Mrs. Weasley served the breakfast, Mr. Weasley came running through the door. "Busy night, last night. Nine raids!" he shouted as he sat down.

As soon as he sat down at the head of the table, he noticed that Harry was sitting here. "Hello, who are you?"

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm Harry, sir…Harry Potter."

"Are you really? Well, everyone's been telling us about you. When did he arrive?" asked Mr. Weasley.

"This morning. Your boys, Rachel and Elliot flew to Surrey and back in that enchanted car of yours."

"Really? How did it go?" asked Mr. Weasley.

We were about to answer when Mrs. Weasley hit him on the arm. "I mean, that was very wrong of you…very wrong."

As we continued eating our delicious breakfast that morning, Rachel asked me, "So Elliot, are you okay?"

I knew she was just saying that to tick me off. Unfortunately, it got me so mad that I had launched a knife at her, and she kicked back just in time for it to miss her. "Elliot! You know we can't do magic outside of school!" shouted Amanda, appalled by what I just did.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to…" I began, completely stuttering.

"It's quite alright, dear. You didn't mean to do it and there are no Muggles around, so you should be just fine," comforted Mr. Weasley.

"Hey Elli, can you pass the butter?" laughed Fred.

I glared angrily at Fred. I knew I wasn't going to get any break from the twins. Then, before I knew it, the butter flung at his head and hit him square in the face. Everyone at the table laughed, but I was beginning to grow afraid. That was doing magic twice in a mere five minutes! I was so expelled. While everyone laughed, Mr. Weasley could see the tension on my face. "It's alright, Elliot. I'm sure they'll let you by for those. This house runs on magic," he comforted.

But I was still scared. As we sat at the table, the family owl, Errol, came flying in…more like flying into the window. Percy walked up to the window and took the envelope from the owl's mouth. "Oh look, it's our Hogwarts letters. And they've sent us Harry's as well," he stated.

"Dumbledore doesn't miss a thing, does he?" asked Mr. Weasley.

"These books aren't going to come cheap, Mum," said George as I looked at our book list.

"We'll manage. Well, there's only one place we're going to get all of things; Diagon Alley. We shall go there this weekend. But for now, we have work to do."

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That night, I was laying in my bed staring at the ceiling when I saw out of the corner of my eye my door open. I got up to see who had entered my room, but saw no one was there. I figured it must have been the wind, so I got up from my bed and closed the door. After the door was closed, I heard someone laughing. Turning around, I saw a very ugly creature jumping on my bed. I stared in shock as the creature turned to me and said, "Elliot Potter? What an honor it is!" he said as he bowed low.

"Elliot…Potter? My name is not Potter, its Croft."

"Elliot Potter does not know who she is?"

"I know who I am, but I don't know who you are," I replied.

"I'm sorry, Miss Potter. I'm Dobby, ma'am. Dobby, the house elf."

"A house elf? I'm sorry if I sound rude, but…why are you here?"

"Dobby had to come. Dobby had to warn Elliot Potter that…it is difficult to say, ma'am."

"Well, why don't you sit down?" I suggested.

With a small bow, Dobby sat down on the bed while I pulled up a chair. "Strange things are going to happen at Hogwarts. There's a plot; a plot to make bad things happen. Elliot Potter must not return to Hogwarts."

"What plot? Who's plotting them? What are you even talking about?"

Dobby then began to freak out. "Dobby…cannot…say," he muttered.

"Okay, I get it, you cannot…" I began when Dobby picked up my lamp and began banging it on his head. The racket he was causing I was sure going to wake up Mrs. Weasley. "Okay, Dobby! Stop!"

Dobby suddenly put the lamp down and looked at me. "Promise Dobby Elliot Potter will not go back to Hogwarts."

"Or what?"

That's when Dobby ran out of my room and down the hall. "Dobby!" I whispered as I ran after him. When I had finally caught up to him, I saw that he was standing outside of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's bedroom. Before I could figure out what he was going to do, I saw that Dobby was making Mrs. Weasley's favorite vase slide towards the edge of the table. "Dobby, don't! Mrs. Weasley will kill me."

"Elliot Potter must say she will not go back to Hogwarts."

After letting out a sigh, I said, "Alright, I won't go back to Hogwarts."

"Does Elliot Potter promise?"

"Yes, now put the vase back."

Dobby nodded and set the vase back onto the table. As Dobby began to walk away, I silently shut the door and told Dobby "I'm going back to Hogwarts whether you like it or not."

Dobby let out a loud wail, which caused the light in Mrs. Weasley's room to turn on. "Elliot must not go to Hogwarts."

"Elliot? What's going on out there?" asked Mr. Weasley.

I was about to tell Dobby I would not go to Hogwarts only to find that he had disappeared. As I stared at the spot that Dobby had disappeared from, Mr. Weasley came out of his room with a candle in hand. "Elliot? What are you doing out of bed?"

"I was just…er…"

"Get back to bed, young lady, or you'll have to clean out the attic by yourself, understand?"

"Yes sir," I quickly replied as I ran back to my bedroom and slammed the door. If I ever saw Dobby again, I was going to strangle him myself. But what Dobby told me played through my mind…and why the bloody hell did he keep calling me Ms. Potter? As these thoughts flooded my brain, I soon found myself falling asleep.

TBC…