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"You know, I was thinking," Ron said softly as he munched on a muffin.

"Wow," Hermione said blandly.

"Yeah, don't hurt yourself," Harry added with a smirk.

He sent them both an unimpressed look. "Shove off. As I was saying, I was thinking about something. The Chamber of Secrets is a myth supposedly and only Slytherin's Heir can open it. So, does Slytherin's Heir hate cats?"

That gave them pause and the three couldn't help but think it over. The first victim was a cat of all things. Not a person. Why a cat?

"I mean, Malfoy said that Mudbloods would be next, so why attack a cat at all?"

Hermione was nodding, "That is a very good point, Ronald."

Harry shrugged, "Mind you, Malfoy doesn't represent all of Slytherin. Just because he claimed that Muggleborns would be next, doesn't mean that they will be. It said 'enemies of the heir beware'. I'm pretty sure an enemy would be classified as anyone who is actively against the heir's beliefs and I'm sure that even Halfbloods and Purebloods would be against some of their beliefs."

"True," Hermione nodded.

This left much for them to think about.

"But cats don't have beliefs, so why the cat?" Ron reiterated, looking lost.

Neither had an answer.

Varix had time to sit on it and think. Dobby the House Elf had warned Harry to stay away from Hogwarts this year because history would repeat itself. Which meant that the Chamber of Secrets had been opened before.

So… what to do?

Search for the chamber!

It was in Potions, that the drama escalated.

Varix had taken to carefully showing him the spell used to protect his potions by surrounding his cauldron to stop anyone from either throwing things in, or even stray hairs from getting into the potion and ruining it.

They were brewing a Sleeping Draught, and Harry had just added 4 Valerian Sprigs, when a foreign substance appeared from his left. It was white and that was all he saw before it hit the barrier around his cauldron and was thrown back the way it came. Harry went on to stir his potion seven times clockwise, while a loud explosion filled the room. Harry just finished his potion with a wave of the wand and turned off the heat.

Snape was moving down the aisle as a brisk pace, his face dark.

His eyes looked to Neville for the source of explosion and then to Harry. But neither of them were behind it.

"Sir, Potter threw something into my cauldron!" came Malfoy's whiny voice.

Harry scoffed, "More like you tried to do it to me, like usual, and you failed this time because I have repelling charms around my cauldron and should anyone but me try to throw something inside, it will return to where it came from."

Snape was looking between he and Malfoy. He grabbed a Flobberworm from Malfoy's desk and tossed it toward Harry's potion, it ricocheted off an invisible wall and moved back in Snape's direction.

His thin lips pursed and he sneered a bit. "Five points from Slytherin, Mr. Malfoy. You will stay behind and re-brew the potion."

Harry raised his vial to ladle his potion into it, when his wrist was caught by Snape's much larger and much colder hand. He looked up at the older wizard, wondering what he wanted. But Snape wasn't looking at him per se, he was staring at Harry's 'watch'.

"Muggle appliances are not allowed at Hogwarts, Potter. Five points from Gryffindor. Remove it."

Harry couldn't help it. He had read the manual five times in order to memorize it fully, at Varix's request so that he knew which rules to loophole. There was no such rule.

"With all due respect, sir, you just made that up. I have the rulebook memorized and that is nowhere in there."

Snape's onyx eyes narrowed.

"Five points for your cheek. Remove it, Potter."

"Fine. But I will be telling Professor McGonagall about your blatant bullying and I'll just get ten points and my watch back. Simple."

He unclasped the 'watch' and handed it over, ignoring Snape's bristling.

Harry went back to filling his vial and marched up front to place it on Snape's desk. He was no longer going to take Snape's attitude. His hatred for James Potter was justified if what Dorea said was true. But grow up and stop blaming a kid for everything that happened.

He left with Ron and Hermione as class ended, wondering what Varix was going to do now that she was stuck with Snape.

Varix waited for the Malfoy boy to finish his potion, listening to him complain about Harry the entire time, with the Snape man hissing at him every now and then.

Once the kid was gone, Varix locked the doors and returned to her normal form when Snape's back was turned. The moment he turned to his desk, he jumped a bit, seeing her sitting on it with her legs crossed.

"I've got some beef with you."

He drew his wand, but Varix was already ahead of him, snapping her fingers and making it appear in her lap.

"Your attitude toward my fairy godson is ridiculous. How old are you, two? You're a grown man and you bully children all because you had a hard time during your school year, boo-bloody-hoo!"

She was in a bad mood. Was it obvious?

Snape simply stared at her.

"I don't care that you lost a friend. I don't care that James Potter and his posse bullied you or whatever. I don't give a damn! Why? Because your attitude to my kid, my Harry, is deplorable! I don't care if he looks like his father. I don't care that his last name is Potter. I don't care if you hold a grudge against his father. But leave my fairy godson out of your petty bullshit!"

She glared, flames of annoyance literally flickering around her head. One twitch and she'd probably light him on fire.

Snape's face, which had been emotionless at the beginning of her rant, turned confusion and then downright pissed.

"Potter doesn't need a fairy godparent. He's simply a whiny little brat that doesn't like it when the whole world doesn't pander to his every whim."

Varix. Saw. Red.

She may not be a Battle Fairy, but she was still trained. She'd studied Martial Arts. She knew her own sort of Battle Magicks.

With a roar that would put a lion to shame, she sprung from her position, pouncing on the wizard and taking him to the floor. She had him pinned with a snap of the fingers and lifted one of her many hidden weapons, against his throat.

"You are ridiculous. Who told you my godson was a spoiled brat? Your Dumbledore, perhaps?" She gave a cold laugh, "He's a liar. He left my kid with Muggles. In the dead of night. In the cold. Never visited him. Harry had to learn from that Hagrid guy, that his parents weren't drunks who died in a car crash."

The man's onyx eyes dilated instantly.

"His lard of an uncle tried to run from his Hogwarts letters. Held a gun to Hagrid's head. Petunia called magical people, 'freaks'. Insulted her sister to Harry's face, like she always did. Hagrid was understandably angered to learn that Harry knew nothing. Hagrid had to tell Harry how his parents were killed. How he was famous. Hagrid was not a good choice because he forgot to tell Harry the important things.

Wizarding currency, where Platform 9 ¾ was, which potions kit was best, blood status, and did not give him his vault key under Dumbledore's orders, when it wasn't his business to hold the key in the first place."

Varix glared harder.

"Those damn Muggles treat him like a House Elf. Clean the house, cook the food, plant, water, and weed the garden. If it's not all done in time, no dinner. He doesn't get breakfast and lunch most of the time and the kid still refuses to believe that he's been neglected. His cousin is a fat, spoiled brat who bullies on Harry with his gang. Who made sure Harry never had friends by beating up kids who got too close. Who tortured Harry constantly during childhood. If anything, Petunia's spawn is the brat.

And you, you are no better than that bully. And not just to my kid, but ¾ of the school hate you for how you treat them. You are pathetic and if you persist I will make your life hell. I can't kill humans by law, but I can do other things," she promised darkly, violet eyes glowing menacingly.

There was silence in the classroom. The wizard and the fairy were staring each other down without blinking. Varix wasn't letting this go because it was unprofessional and just plain pathetic for a grown man to target children in such a way. And it wasn't like the children could fight back without getting into more trouble!

"So, are you going to act your age, or am I going to get creative?" she asked after several moment of silence.

"I… will attempt to use proper methods when teaching."

"Not 'attempt', you will do. Or you'll get your hands broken permanently."

His eyes widened. He was a Potions Master. Brewing potions was his life. It was how he made his livelihood. Without functioning fingers and hands, he'd be useless. Her threat wasn't idle, she'd do it.

"Yes. I will comport myself properly."

"Good!" she cheered with false enthusiasm, patting his cheek condescendingly. "And you will not tell Dumbledore about me being Harry's fairy godmother. The fool doesn't need to know that Harry no longer lives with Petunia and we're going to keep his meddling self out for as long as possible."

She popped away, smirking to herself. His bonds would last for at least another hour. Served him right for being such an ass.

She made sure to leave a copy of her watch self on his desk, so that when Goggles demanded it later, Harry would get it back.

Meanwhile, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were in the Library. Ron was finishing up his History of Magic essay and Hermione was trying to find a copy of Hogwarts, A History, but all of the Ravenclaws had already taken them all.

Ron slammed his head against the table. "I'm still two inches short and I don't know what else to write!" he moaned. "Hermione has tiny writing and she managed two extra feet!"

Harry had simply stuck with the three feet. No need to overexert himself when there was other things to be done.

Hermione huffed, "I left my copy at home because it wouldn't fit in my trunk with all of the Lockhart books!"

"You'll just have to wait a bit," Harry shrugged. "Come on, we'll be late."

"Help me!" Ron insisted, showing his last inch of work.

"Write your name in big letters at the end," Harry suggested.

"Good plan, mate!"

In History of Magic, nearly everyone was falling asleep. Until Hermione asked a question about the Chamber of Secrets. Nearly everyone shot up in interest.

She even had to persuade Binns to explain his belief that it wasn't real.

"You all know the school was founded by Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin. Each valued a specific mindset above the rest. Hogwarts was built and enchanted against Muggle eyes to protect young witches and wizards from early day persecution."

He looked around, making sure that indeed, everyone was listening.

"The Founders got along for many years, before a rift appeared between them. It is said that Salazar Slytherin was skeptical of accepting children from Muggle families, feeling that they couldn't be trusted because the Muggles were in charge of the witch hunts. Muggles killed many of their own people simply because they were so superstitious. Slytherin believed magic should only be taught to families that had possessed magic for an extended period of time, to ensure safety for the magical community. The other Founders did not agree with his views. It is said that there was an argument between Gryffindor and Slytherin and ultimately, Slytherin left Hogwarts."

The students were hanging on to his every word. Hermione was basically laying on her desk, she was leaning so forward.

"According to legend, Slytherin created the Chamber of Secrets to hide something within that only he and those of his line - particularly the heir - would be able to control. It is said that he sealed the chamber when he left the school. Other not so reputable sources claim that a monster dwells in the chamber and should the chamber be opened, it will purge the school of all who are unworthy to study magic in the eyes of Slytherin's Heir."

The silence in the room was deafening. The students all looked at each other, trying to process what they had just heard.

Harry particularly, noticed how while it said that Slytherin was skeptical of Muggleborns, he didn't hate them. It also said 'those unworthy to study magic'. That didn't necessarily mean Muggleborns. Only time would tell.

"The school has been searched plenty of times and no such chamber has been found. Besides, no creature can live up to a thousand years. If it somehow did exist, the creature would be long dead after such a long time with no food or water."

Class went back to normal, but by no means had anyone forgotten what was said.

Harry was curious as to what would happen now.

"We can't go in there, it's a girl's lavatory!"

"No one ever goes in there because it's haunted by Moaning Myrtle."

Harry just looked back and forth between them. Varix, who had made it back to him safely a few hours prior, sighed loudly.

"I'll just disillusion you three, okay."

"That works!" Hermione grinned.

Varix's magic washed over them and Hermione pushed her way into the bathroom, looking around.

"Myrtle?" she called out.

"What do you want?"

They spun around, toward the cubicles, seeing a rather down looking ghost floating inside the doorway of the second to last cubicle. Her hair was pulled into two tails on either side of her face and she looked depressed. Her glasses glinted.

"Hi Myrtle, we just wanted to ask you if you saw anything strange around here lately?" Hermione asked, trying and failing to sound polite.

Myrtle paid her no mind. She was staring at Harry and Ron. "They're not girls! They shouldn't be here!"

"I know, Myrtle. But we're trying to find out what attacked the cat outside your door the other night. Did you see anything?"

"I don't know!" the ghost wailed. "Peeves was being mean and I fled from Nick's Death Day party because I was crying so much! I didn't see anything! I wish people would stop upsetting me!"

Harry grabbed Hermione and Ron's robes and pulled. "We're getting nothing here, let's go."

They left the bathroom, ignoring Myrtle's wailing as they did so.

"So, Filch mopped up the water on the floor, the bloody writing won't go away, the spiders are fleeing the scene in groups. It had to have been done by someone who wasn't at the feast because we all walked past this corridor to get to the Great Hall and saw nothing before dinner."

Hermione was nodding. "But who wasn't there?"

Ron shrugged, "No idea."

Back to square one.

"So then, the Heir of Slytherin would be in Slytherin, right?" Ron proposed this question aloud.

"I'd assume so," Hermione admitted.

"Slytherin ideals and all?"

"I guess."

"So how do we find out if it's a Slytherin, because my Knut is on Malfoy!"

"He was at the feast," Harry pointed out. "Remember his… uh... outfit?"

"Oh, yeah!" Ron snorted. "Still great!"

"But maybe Malfoy knows who's behind it?" Hermione said. "His whole family has been in Slytherin for centuries and they seem to be very deeply buried in reverence for the Slytherin name, so maybe the Malfoy family are like vassals to Slytherin."

"But how do we find out? We can't just walk up to Malfoy and be like, 'So you know who the Heir of Slytherin is'?" Harry said with a shake of his head.

Ron's 'I've got an idea' light came on and he was grinning. "We sneak into the Slytherin Common Room somehow!"

"Yeah, but that 'how' part is really important there," Harry added.

"It wouldn't be that hard," Hermione shrugged. "We just need some Polyjuice Potion. But the book it's in is in the Restricted Section so we'd need permission to get it."

"And which professor is stupid enough to give three second years a signed permission slip to get a book of advanced potions out of the restricted section?" Ron asked doubtfully.

Harry smiled as a thought came to him. "Lockhart!"

Lockhart was especially nervous around his class time with the second years. It seemed that every other class, he was being knocked unconscious and waking up in time for his next class.

Varix took to filling in his useless lessons with information that would actually help them later in life. She taught the class the disarming charm and the severing charm. Both can be used in dueling. She warned about using the severing charm on people because it could cut limbs off.

She gave stories about different magical creatures. She explained about the different kinds of fairies.

It was actually fun!

But this class she didn't appear and they suffered through another reenactment of how Lockhart fought a werewolf.

Varix was muttering from his 'watch' about how incorrect he was. That no human was fast enough to keep up with a werewolf or a vampire. That he was full of things Harry wasn't allowed to repeat.

By the end of the class, Harry was almost asleep on Hermione's shoulder. She roughly poked him in the forehead in order to wake him and he sent her a glare.

She then schmoozed the permission slip from Lockhart while promising on Harry's behalf that he'd be half an hour early for their lessons on Friday.

"You will suffer," he murmured to her as they left the room, his voice taking on the stranger accent he heard Varix use sometimes.

"Maybe later. Let's go!"

Moste Potente Potions had some really dangerous and advanced potions in it. And Hermione was confident that she could brew one of them!

"Some of these are easy to come by - oh no, boomslang skin and bicorn horn, that'll be tricky to get - and whoever we're changing into! Anyway I think I can do it!"

Ron's face turned green, "What do you mean who we're changing into?!"

She gave him a stern glare. "That part comes last, worry about it later. Hm... we'll probably have to steal the ingredients from Professor Snape's personal storage."

Harry and Ron's jaws dropped.

Harry's head shook from side to side. "Your first idea was to steal and mine was to place an owl order."

She had the decency to look sheepish.

"Or, you can give me a list and I go get them!" Varix's voice exclaimed from the 'watch'.

"Really?" they asked with hope.

"Yeah."

"Thank Merlin for small favors."

Harry was down in the Great Hall early on Saturday morning. Oliver wanted the entire team to eat fast so they could go down to the locker rooms and he could give the usual pre-game speech filled with enthusiasm and mild threats of evisceration should they fail.

Their scarlet and gold robes lit up the dark locker room, brightening their outlooks. They could do it.

"Slytherin had better brooms than us," Oliver stated, before tapping the broom in his hand. "But not anymore, thanks to Harry."

There was a small round of clapping and Harry received the pats on the shoulders with ease, though he had used the fund he felt he didn't deserve to pay for them and even told McGonagall that, but Oliver was persistent.

"We are going to go out there and show them that we can easily match their brooms. We've practiced for hours and in all kinds of weather. We've got this!"

They all gave a cheer.

"Harry, it's up to you to beat Malfoy into the ground."

"No pressure or anything," the twins commented with bright grins.

They left the room and walked out to the Pitch, where Madam Hooch stood with the Slytherins already there. The looks on the Slytherins faces when they saw the new brooms the Gryffindors were using, made Harry snort. Payback. It was so fun!

Madam Hooch made Flint and Wood shake hands before mounting their broomsticks. The teams ascended slowly, waiting for Madam Hooch to blow her whistle. She released the Snitch and the Bludgers with a kick to the Quidditch Trunk, before grabbing the Quaffle. She tossed it up and blew the whistle and the game began!

The crowd roared, filling the stadium with jumbled jargon. The Houses filled the stands, cheering for the team that they preferred to win.

Harry rose above the din, way above the match and into the clouds in order to watch everything from a safe distance. Gryffindor was in possession of the Quaffle, with Alicia making it for the Slytherin posts.

A flash of green caught Harry's eyes. He was not the only one in the clouds. Malfoy had followed him up, daringly sitting on his broom without holding on with his hands.

"All right there, Scarhead?!" he jeered.

Harry ignored him, taking in the scene of the Pitch and the blurring colors moving around. No sign of any gold anywhere though. Hm… This would be a great moment to try a new move and who better than Malfoy to help him? Wood's words rang in his ear. 'Beat Malfoy into the ground'. Okay.

Harry pretended to see something near Malfoy and turned his broom sharply and forcing his way toward the blonde, who ducked out of the way. Harry then made a large and obvious motion that led into a dive. A glance behind him, showed Malfoy copying him and coming up fast.

He faced forward again, urging his broom to go even faster. The grass of the Pitch was coming closer and Harry reached an arm out like he was about to catch the snitch. Malfoy sidled right up beside him mere yards from the ground.

Harry sent him a grin and pulled up with a sudden jerk and Malfoy's head followed his movements with a confused expression, completely missing the oncoming ground.

CRASH!

He made contact and his broom was shattered.

Harry soared upward once more as Lee Jordan's commentary rang through the stands. "HARRY POTTER, GRYFFINDOR SEEKER HAS EXECUTED THE VERY FIRST WRONSKI FEINT AT HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY! HE IS TAKING THIS GAME SERIOUSLY FOLKS. SLYTHERIN SEEKER, DRACO MALFOY IS OUT OF COMMISSION AND HIS NIMBUS 2001 IS RUINED!"

There was a loud cheer that completely drowned out the boos form the Slytherins.

Harry grinned to himself, not worrying about the fact that he'd probably hear it from Hermione later on. But this was a game and since Slytherin had no reserve Seeker, Malfoy was most likely out for the next month. Seriously, the speed of the Nimbus 2001 plus the added momentum from the dive, probably broke a lot of his bones.

Harry passed the twins who were giving him incredulous looks. Oliver was cheering from his posts.

The game continued on, with Slytherin scrambling to get goals because they didn't have a Seeker. If they managed a certain amount of points before Harry caught the Snitch, the points from catching the Snitch could possibly not do anything to stop them from winning the Cup.

He needed the Snitch now!

Harry's eyes scanned the Pitch. He barely registered another goal for Gryffindor.

There it was!

He shot off, seeing the Snitch hovering just below the commentator's box.

The Snitch, noting him decreasing the distance between them, made a sharp dive downward. Harry followed with ease, his broom bending to his very thoughts.

The Snitch pulled up and then down again, going under the stands and into the wooden framework. Harry contemplated repeating this as an exercise, dodging all the beams down there while flying extremely fast on a broom was a workout.

He followed the Snitch's ascent again, shooting into the sky and then diving once more. His extra speed from the Nimbus 20001 brought him a lot closer to his goal and with a wild thrust, he reached out and caught the small, golden ball tightly in his right fist!

He stopped, mere inches from the ground, holding his hand above his head.

"HARRY POTTER HAD CAUGHT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR RECEIVES ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY MORE POINTS!"

Madam Hooch blew her whistle, "GRYFFINDOR WINS!"

That had to be the shortest match of Harry's life. And Gryffindor came out 210 to 10 in favor of Gryffindor. Good start. He also won Gryffindor fifty House points.

Hermione cuffed him upside the head once he had been free of his team. Varix glared at him. Ron thought it was brilliant, but so did most everyone else in Gryffindor.

Professor McGonagall however, took he and Oliver aside - after Oliver assaulted his lips once again - and began to severely reprimand them on such a dangerous tactic. Harry then revealed that he'd been training it secretly and wanted to show it as a surprise. No points were taken thankfully.

Gryffindor celebrated like anyone would expect. Loudly. Varix agreed to transport the twins to Hogsmeade, were under disguise, the three would use the pouch of money Harry gave them, to purchase supplies. Meaning, sweets, Butterbeer, and random stuff from Zonko's. If they were partying, they'd do it right.

Harry didn't go to bed until two in the morning and was grateful for no class on Sunday.

He slept well past breakfast and was awakened abruptly by Neville who looked like he was being haunted. "Harry!" he whispered loudly, shaking his shoulder.

"Wake up, Harry! McGonagall wants a House meeting in the Common Room! A Muggleborn Gryffindor was attacked!"

He shot up, worry for Hermione filling him instantly.

"It's not Hermione, but she is worried," Neville clarified.

Harry nodded and slipped form the bed. With a ruffle of the untamable hair, he followed Neville down to the Common Room where the students shifted around nervously.

"Now that you are all here, I regret to inform you that, Gryffindor third year, Derek Hughes was found near the Entrance Hall. He was petrified and had only a Muggle magnifying glass in his hand. He is currently in the same condition as Mrs. Norris, leading me to believe that the Chamber of Secrets has been opened once again."

Harry's head snapped up at had been opened before?

"If events like this begin to occur, I'm afraid that the school will be closed before we lose another life. I caution you to never go anywhere by yourself. Always be in groups. Professor Dumbledore doesn't want me to tell you anything yet, but I refuse to have my students not know the possible dangers lurking about."

McGonagall left through the portrait hole a few seconds later. Harry walked over to Ron and Hermione, even as the noise in the Common Room rose once more.

"Did you hear that? It's been opened before. Remember I told you about Dobby saying that history would repeat itself? He must have meant this. And McGonagall said someone died last time."

Hermione's face took on a strict expression. "I need to go to the library."

Again.

A look around the Common Room, showed not as much fear as Harry would expect after hearing that one of their own was attacked. He actually asked about it too, confused on why none of the third years seemed worried in the least.

Marcus Ingall scoffed. "He's a prat. He bullies not only other Houses, but ours as well. He shoved Creevey in the bureau over there and locked him in for two hours. No one likes him and his disappearance isn't to be missed."

A good portion of the gathered students nodded in agreement and Harry frowned, wondering at something and whether or not he was correct.

He shrugged and moved to return to the dorm where he'd put on some actual clothing meant for leaving the tower, when he bumped into Ginny.

Unlike previous times where she flushed and stuttered at him, she simply stared for a moment and Harry watched her eyes dilate strangely.

"Are you okay?" he found himself asking uncertainly.

She blinked a few times, before nodding. "I have a bit of a headache, but I'm fine."

"Alright then, just to be sure."

As Harry walked away, Varix - who had been disillusioned in the Common Room during the meeting - was still staring at the littlest Weasley.

Something was up. The girl's magic was in turmoil and several shades darker than the previous night.

With silence and stealth worthy of a Nymph, Varix followed her as she left the tower. In her hands was her diary, which was clutched tightly. The girl's knuckles were white from the strain.

Varix followed her out into the grounds and across them until she reached the stables. With a wave of her wand and the murmuring of a spell that no fist year Hogwarts student should know, Ginny surrounded herself in a powerful silencing ward.

Varix watched as she proceeded to slaughter all of the roosters in the nearby pen. But only the roosters.

Why?

And more so… why was the girl who cried over a cat being petrified, killing animals no bigger than a cat?

Ginny turned around and it was in that second, that Varix knew it wasn't Ginny. Because the Weasley family wasn't related to Slytherin and Ginny was speaking Parseltongue.

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