Harry potter was startled awake from a horrible nightmare. She gasped and clapped her hand to her mouth. A instinctual reaction; The Dursleys did not like waking up because they could hear her scream. She began to breath slowly into her bed sheets and relax slightly, smelling the scent of her perfume that embedded in her sheets. Harry breath out and began to stretch, her bones cracked slightly. She swung her legs out and wrenched the curtain open. It was twilight outside, too early for curfew to end, and too late to go back to sleep. She sighed and quietly rummaged for her shower stuff. In mid search she stopped; Technically she did not need to shower. Today was the day: The second task. I'll bathe in the fucking pond, she thought bitterly. She physically shuddered and was tempted to slam the drawer of her nightstand. Instead she balled her fists and went down to the common room. The slightly dark room was illuminated by the fire that was cracking along merrily, as if nothing bad is gonna happen, Harry thought bitterly.
Harry lay on the couch with her hands tucked close to her as she stared into the fire. She was worried because although she and her friends had trying hard to come up with a way to breath underwater, all of it was not ideal. The only way that was plausible was gillyweed, and even that was difficult. Mainly because it was only available in Snape's private stores and because she did not feel like getting caught and being in trouble at the moment. For a long while Harry stared at the fire, ignoring the blossoming ray of light. Her reverie was broken by a pairs of feet clambering down the stairs to the common room. She sat up, just enough so her back rested against the arm of the couch. Looking up, she saw the head boy and girl Ross Gibberd and Emily Taylor heading down to, in what Harry assumed to do their early morning rounds. They acknowledged each other silently, and they left through the portrait hole. She laid back on the couch with her hands behind her head. Her mind drifted from place to place, searching for a place to stay. Her thoughts had decided to land on memories of her second year. Mainly of the exploits within the Chamber. Curiosity began to bloom again, but doubt crept alongside. What if it was still dangerous to go back? Enough time had passed, surely it would be safe enough.
Harry had made her decision. She was going to enter the Chamber of Secrets once more. To be safe, she would tell ginny. She would of liked to tell Hermione but she would highly disapprove. And as for Ronald, well, they were not really speaking at the moment. She sat up and headed up to the third year dorms. She opened the door softly, and padded silently through the room. What coincidence would it be that ginny's bed would be located the same as hers; In the middle closest to the window. Luckily the girls in the dorms prefered the curtains to be closed, otherwise it be a bit trickier for her. Ginny's bed was decorated as it was to bed expected: A Holy-Head Harpy poster, A Wierd Sisters Poster, some family pictures, Quidditch and school books strewn across her desk. She opened the curtains, revealing a mass of red of hair. She gently shook Ginny's shoulder.
"Pssst...wake up...psssst" Harry said as she woke the redhead up.
"Mmmhnnnnnnnn...whaaa?" Ginny said groggily. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. She swayed a bit as she tried to focus on Harry. She glanced at the clock on her desk " What do want? It's almost 6 am!" She whispered grumpily.
Harry smiled sheepishly. "I just... I just wanted to tell you where I was going."
Ginny looked very unimpressed. " That being?"
" The Chamber of Secrets." Harry whispered.
Ginny paled a bit. "Why? I mean, I can't stop you from going, but at least tell me why you are going back to that wretched place."
Harry ran a hand through her hair, which she only did out of nervous habit. "Wanted to explore. I began to think about it this morning. What if there is more in it?" She paused for a moment "And of course the basilisk! I almost forgotten!" She said suddenly. "We can sell its parts for loads of money!" She whispered excitedly. She stared at ginny expectantly. The latter idea did not occur to her only last minute, and Harry thought it was an exciting prospect.
Ginny adopted a thoughtful look. After a moment she said " OK. Some it makes sense, like the selling the snake parts. But the rest, I have to tell you , is nuts." She glared at Harry to ensure that her disapproval was understood. Harry thought she was going to go on but she only sighed. " Bring your cloak, your broom, and map. Don't do anything sirius won't do."
Harry grinned widely. " Duh. Who do you think I am?"
Ginny only raised an eyebrow and began to go back to sleep again.
Harry went to her dorm to grab her things. If she was honest, she was nervous. And this was stupid. Doubt began its slimy descent into Harry's consciousness. She began to doubt that anything in the chamber was worth while. Harry shook her head and took a deep breath. She was going to sell the snake parts, make money and give to friends and family and charity, only if the were worth anything. I must remind myself to look up Basilisk value, she said to herself. She put on her cloak and headed out with her broom in hand. She slipped out without incident, as the Fat Lady was still sleeping. She used the short cuts behind the portraits of Fidelia Blankley and Maddock Breedlove, in which she discovered only last week thanks to her father's map. Having successfully snuck her way to the first floor to Myrtle's bathroom, she went in and was greeted with a moan.
"Who's there" Said a high pitched and whiney voice said, far off to Harry's left. She turned and saw Myrtle hovering around the window. " Oh, hello Harry!" The teen ghost said.
Not that she did not like Myrtle, but she had a tendency to make her sadder than necessary, so she just smiled politely at Myrtle. "Hello Myrtle, you are up early, what are you doing?"
Myrtle gave a long, depressed sigh, " I was only contemplating death." She floated down to Harry. "I'm glad you visited Harry." she added with a shrill giggle.
Harry felt a little uncomfortable. She gave a little grin and told Myrtle, " I can't really converse for long, I've go exploring to do. I'm on a mission."
The Myrtle's transparent silver eyes widened. "Oooh" She cooed as she floated around her and swooped upward. " Oooh, you are going back into that place, aren't you?"
"Myrtle please. I only want to explore. I could even make some money off this. You shouldn't tell anyone." Harry wagged her finger at Myrtle in faux menace.
"I promise!" Myrtle giggled. " You are my friend and you visit me."
Harry smiled up at Myrtle. " Of course I'm your friend. Now if you excuse me-" Harry walked to the sink with the snake faucet. "-I've got some 'sploring to do." She focused her eyes on the snake and whispered at it to open. She looked over at Myrtle, who looked fascinated and worried at the same time. Harry smirked as she sat on the edge and gave her a salute before sliding down.