AN: Sorry it took so long for me to update, but with Christmas, everything has been like booom! No, I spent no time with my family as well, we don't get along, but I did the HPsecretsanta on Tumblr, and I had to write the story, and edit it. Also, I have just been scrolling and have watched 33 episodes of Merlin and read a lot of Merlin fanfiction, so yeah, I took a while to update. Please read and review, and if you really like it, favourite it :D. Anyway, I hope you all had a great Christmas, or just a great past few days or weeks if you don't celebrate Christmas. You can follow me on tumblr at Phelpsgirlxxx or on Twitter at KateGredandForg. Thanks x

Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling, so therefore it is impossible for me to own Harry Potter (unfortunately)

Chapter Six Harry's Pov

My book arrived on October the tenth. Eleven days after Luna was petrified. I had met her once before in Summer when Ginny had brought her around for a sleepover and I quite liked her. She was interesting and had her own beliefs. We had talked for a few hours about some of the creatures she believed in like Wrackspurts and Nargles. I had been nervous, needing to know what on earth was going on in Hogwarts, and I had no idea what the chamber of secrets was, so I had to buy the book, and learn. I was not going to let any more of my friends get hurt, so this was necessary.

I spent the day with George the day I got my book. We had planned to do so before hand, and when my book had arrived that morning, I couldn't cancel on him, as he was still kind of angry that I hadn't told him about the Philosophers Stone thing, and I wasn't going to let him know that I planned to try and solve this mystery, he would have been furious, and I really couldn't risk him working it out, so it was out of the question that I would be able to call it off, even though I really was desperate to get reading. During the full and exhausting day I spent with George, Snape ended up with blond girl hair with diamanté ribbons and wearing a dress, and both of them were bright sexy pink. Fred had taken the photo of it and he hadn't even been able to tell as to him it looked as if he was wearing normal clothing.

It was one night after Quidditch practice when I was trailing mud into the castle after a late quidditch practice when I saw nearly headless Nick. At that point, I had been unable to even open the packaging that the book was in, as so far at that point, George was making us both be awake until late, before I was able to crawl into my own bed and fall asleep or do homework, which was really stacking up, tons more than we had when we were in first year, but I wasn't that bothered. However, I still managed quidditch practice and it was then when I saw Nearly Headless Nick floating along the corridor gloomily, and his face was troubled and he seemed slightly paler that usual, but I guessed I imagined it as I had managed to pick up on the waves of sadness I could feel coming from him.

" Hey Nick." I said smiling up at him.

" Hello Harry Potter." He said in a gloomy depressed tone. I felt sorry for Nick. He had to be a ghost for the rest of his life, not being able to eat, and having his head only just hanging onto his body must have been uncomfortable for him.

" You look troubled." I said, concerned. Just because he was no longer alive, it didn't mean that he didn't have feelings, or that his opinion didn't matter. Though most of his family were gone, pretty much all of it, didn't mean that nobody cared for him. I cared. Everyone's feelings meant something, and should be considered.

" As do you."

" What's the matter?"

" Its not as if I really wanted to join. But apparently we can only accept those who's heads are fully detached from the body otherwise they would not be able to participate in games such as head polo and head hockey yours sincerely Sir Patrick Delaney Podmore. I mean being hit with an axe fourty nine times would count as good and beheaded wouldn't it?"

" Oh yes." I said as it was obvious I was meant to agree, though I would have more than likely agreed anyway.

" But its not good enough for Sir Properly Decapitated Podmore. So is there anyway I can help you young Potter?"

" No not unless you know where we can get seven free nimbus 2001's for our match against Slytherin."

" Sorry."

" I wish I could help you out Nick."

" Well there is a way... but you wouldn't want to."

" What is it?"

" This Halloween is my five hundredth death day."

" Oh."

" I am having a party down in one of the roomier dungeons would you come?" He asked, hope seeming to shine in his eyes.

" Of course." I agreed instantly.

Back in my first year when I had been lonely, Nick had most of the time been their to talk to me, it did mean however that I knew a lot about ghost culture than I had ever thought I would. For example, from muggle stories I had heard at primary school, I had always heard that if you were a ghost, you didn't get to choose to come back, you only came back if you had unfinished business, but it turned out it wasn't true. You got to choose if you wanted to come back, but the decision meant you would forever be a ghost, and if loved ones had died, you would never be able to see them again, so I never planned on doing it, I would definitely wanted to see my parents.

" And could you maybe mention to Sir Patrick Delaney Podmore how terrifying you find me?" Nick asked hopefully.

" O-o-of co-co-course." I said stuttering in convincing fright.

He beamed, and I knew I must have done a good job at my fake terror.

" You better go Harry Filch is in a bad mood. He has floo and some third years managed to make frog brains stick to the roof of the dungeon."

" Mrow!" A screeching meow reached my ears in a massive high pitched tone.

" Oh bugger."

" Potter!" Filch growled.

His eyes were popping and he had a head scarf on. His large red nose was dripping and he wiped it on his sleeve. I did wonder why he didn't go and see Madam Pomfrey, surely she would give him some pepper up potion, and he would be fine. It was up to him not me anyway, so I left it.

" Befouling the castle. To my office." He said, his beetle eyes flashing with pure hate.

I was really really tempted to roll my eyes, but I knew it wouldn't be worth it for the trouble I would get in. I was led down numerous flights of stairs, and down long corridors following a shuffling Filch before we reached his office. Filch's office was where everyone avoided. No student wanted to end up in there, neither did a few of the teachers for that rate. On the door was a long list of banned items which were always mentioned at the beginning of the year, and I noticed that most of what was on there that wasn't too harmful were residing in George's trunk, and I had a feeling there was a lot more of it in Fred's trunk as well. I sat in the chair he motioned for me to sit into as he took out a form from a draw, wiping his red nose on his tatty sleeve.

" Make an example. Make an example. Name Harry Potter crime." He muttered to himself.

" It was just a bit of mud!" I protested angrily.

" It may be a bit of mud for you but its an extra hour of cleaning for me!" He nearly screamed at me.

" But..." I tried protesting once more.

" Crime befouling the castle. Suggested punishment..."

He surveyed me over the top of the form glaring. I was really tempted to roll my eyes. What difference would it make if I got a detention? I hadn't had many, especially when you consider the amount of detentions that Fred had, or George or Lee. Even some first years had more than I had, so it wasn't going to make a difference in the slightest, and I wasn't particularly bothered about what he was going to say, even though the whips he had in his office made me slightly nervous.

" Suggested punishment..." Filch growled.

CRASH

" PEEVES!"

He ran from the office and I looked around the office. I saw that George and Fred had a whole draw to themselves about punishments. There was an envolope on his desk and I looked around before picking it up.

QUIKSPELL

"A Correspondence Course in Beginners' Magic"

There was a two recommendations from people who had gone through this course and had apparently learnt a lot.

Kwikspell's Lesson One was called "Holding Your Wand (Some Useful Tips)"

Lesson One: Holding your wand properly.

I carried on reading and thoughts flew through my mind. What did this mean? Did this mean Filch wasn't a proper wizard? I had never seen him doing magic when I thought about it, he was always cleaning the muggle way, but I had never considered it. Surely he could just vanish sick if someone was sick somewhere, rather than having to clean it the muggle way. Surely it would be easier and cleaner for him.

I heard Filch coming back and talking to Mrs Norris, and I panicked slightly, shoving the letter back on the table, I was surprised that I had done this, as when in the muggle world it was illegal to open someone else's letter, and surely it was the same in the Wizarding world?

" We'll have Peeves out this time my sweet that vanishing cabinet was very valuable." Filch murmured to Mrs Norris.

His eyes turned to the letter which was laying a foot to the left of where it had started and he turned to stare at me. I inwardly face palmed, how had I been so stupid? Surely if I was going to do something like this, surely I should have made sure it was put back into the correct place, but no...I was to stupid for that.

" Did you read my mail?" Filch asked turning completely pale.

" No." I said hurriedly.

" Not that its mine for a friend." He said in a rush, making me absolutely sure that it was his.

" No." I told him surely.

" Go. I need to write a report for Peeves. Don't tell anyone." He warned.

I nodded hurriedly.

I ran from the office. I had to be one of the only people to have ever escaped his office without punishment. It had to be some sort of school record. Surely, I knew that Fred and George had never left his office without detention. Lee hadn't either, and Filch was one of the most hated staff at the school, and as well as Snape, if you got caught by them, normally the punishment was harsh and I hadn't even got one.

" Harry did it work?" Nearly Headless Nick asked floating over to me.

" Yeah thanks Nick I didn't even get a detention." I said smiling at him.

" I persuaded Peeves to drop it right over his office."

" Thanks."

" Well I will see you on Halloween."

" Of course bye Nick."

" Bye."

I ran off to the common room and sighed in relief. I collapsed into a chair in the common room exhausted and saw that all the rest of the team had already made it back. I then realised I had gotten the chair dirty and cast a cleaning charm on it. I then left the room and went to shower. I hated being mucky, and showering was the best thing in my opinion, as at the Dursley's I was hardly allowed to shower, and when I did, the water was not a good temperature, normally leading to me having burns or shiver uncontrollably. So when I was allowed to shower, it normally took me ages.

When I was done I dried off and got dressed before walking into my dorm. My hair was still pretty wet because of its thickness but I didn't mind as it was no longer dripping. I sat on my bed and got my book out. Everyone in my dorm was asleep, I also realised how late it had to be, especially considering I was caught by Filch at half past eight. I sat down, flicking to the contents page, and scanning down it, looking for something that might help me.

Hogwarts: A History

I smelled the book. I loved the smell of fresh books. I flicked through it so the smell rose from the book and then turned back to the contents page. Scanning it, I looked only half the way down the contents when I found something that might have been able to help me.

pg 1-2 Godric Gryffindor

pg 3-4 Helga Hufflepuff

pg 5-6 Rowena Ravenclaw

pg 7-8 Salazar Slytherin

pg 9-16 How it came to be

pg 17-18 The sorting Hat

pg 19-25 Slytherins departure

pg 26-27 Slytherins chamber.

I didn't bother reading the rest of the contents when I found it as I had no need of it. I flicked to page twenty six and began reading. Well, I wasn't sure it was to do with the chamber of secrets, but how many big secret chambers could there be? I know Hogwarts being an ancient and massive castle, there had to be more than one, but I was sure they wouldn't all be as famous to go in Hogwarts: A History.

Before Salazar Slytherin's departure from the school legend has it he created a chamber in which held a monster. He told the other founders that when his true heir returned to the school the creature would be set free and they would cleanse the school of those he deemed unworthy to be schooled Salazar Slytherin anyone who came from a muggle family were unworthy. He believed magical teachings should be kept within all magic families. In other words muggle borns. He believed only pure bloods were worthy of schooling at his monster within Slytherins chamber legend has it can only be controlled by the heir of Slytherin himself. No one is sure what the creature is however in the nineteen fourties the chamber was said to have been opened again. One student died and her body was found in a bathroom and a student was expelled after he was caught with a monster. One student having caught the student who had opened the chamber in the first place was given a special awards to the school. In the early days of the school...

I didn't read any more as I had what I needed.

The next day I woke up and got dressed and went to the toilet before grabbing my bag and I rushed off to the library. I needed to get to the section on families. I found a massive book of families and heirs. I opened it and found the page called Slytherin. I didn't bother reading the whole thing just the end few. I had already looked up my family, and I was glad that this book was one of the magical ones that updated when marriage occurred, or an heir was born, and as I had researched most of my family in it, I knew where it was kept in the library, as Madam Pince had shown me it in my first year. I turned to the Slytherin section.

Marvolo Gaunt- Father of Merope and Morfin

Morfin Gaunt- Never married nor had children and died in Azkaban

Merope Gaunt- Married a muggle by the name of Tom Riddle and had a son Tom Marvolo Riddle who grew up in an orphanage when she died.

That was all it said. The name Riddle triggered something in my memory as if it was someone I had heard of before. However questions ran through my head and I remembered where I had seen the name before. I had found it in the trophy room when I was looking for information on my parents. I ran to the trophy room and looked in. I looked in the glass cases until I found it. There had been a few of my parents, and I was glad at finding out information for myself.

T. M Riddle services to the school.

I knew now, not that I had before, what T and M stood for. Tom Marvolo Riddle received the award, but surely it would have told in the book if he was expelled for opening the chamber, and they would have removed his award. Did that mean he got the award for catching the person who was meant to have been the person who did it? Surely they could have just checked this book. However something got to me. If the chamber was open again, that meant Tom Marvolo Riddle had to have an heir, did that mean he had somehow bewitched the book so that the heirs name was published? That did make sense if they wanted someone to open the chamber again and not get suspicion.

I found his name in it.

Tom Marvolo Riddle Slytherin Prefect 1942 - Head boy 1944

I also found some other things that had nothing to do with the chamber but I was interested in anyway.

Prefect Dorea Black Gryffindor House- Head girl 1945

Dorea Black had been my grandmother, and she had married my grandfather. I really wanted to know as much as I could about the family I didn't know or had never met.

Prefect Charlus Potter Gryffindor House- Head boy 1945

Lily Evans Gryffindor House prefect 1975- Head girl 1977

James Potter Gryffindor Prefect 1975- Head boy 1977

I checked my watch and saw it was ten minutes to curfew so I started to run to the common room. I got into bed that night and dreamt of monsters in a hidden room. I had been surprised that I had spent the whole day of wandering and reading, and not eating or drinking, and I knew that George would chew me out about it the next day, but it was worth it. I had found more information, and I was closer to finding out what had happened, and I knew that somehow I would unravel the mystery.