The last couple of days, Emma tried to avoid Lockhart and that is easier than avoiding Colin—which had been futile, because it looked like he memorized her schedule like the back of his hand. Ginny had been acting strange and Emma kept her tract in order to know what's wrong with her. She had been writing in an old diary that has no writing in it, even when Ginny had wrote all the time. She's concerned, not even her birthday celebration on the end of September erased what she felt. Emma touched that diary once, and she didn't like what she saw in that diary.

It was a memory about a boy—not older than 16 years named Tom Marvolo Riddle which involved in an accident about 'The Chamber of Secret'. Unfortunately, she didn't see much about it—hence she had been keeping a track on Ginny.

One morning she got to the courtyard bringing toasts and marmalade, for Harrys' part as well because he had a morning Quidditch practice. She sat by the bench with Ron and Hermione.

"Where do you think you're going, Flint?" Suddenly Wood voice entered her eardrums.

"Quidditch practice." Marcus Flint, the Slytherin Quidditch captain, stood in front of Olliver Wood.

"I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today." Wood shot back trying to hold his temper.

"Easy, Wood. I've got a note." Flint held up a scroll to Wood with a cocky grin.

"Uh-oh, I smell some trouble." Ron said and stood up followed by Hermione and Emma. They walk to the group of Quidditch player.

"I, Professor Severus Snape, do hereby give the Slytherin team permission to practice today, owing to the need to train their new Seeker. You've got a new Seeker?" Wood asked, distracted. "Who?"

The Slytherin team all made a small pathway as a small blonde figure took a step forward, a broom which was bigger than he was in his hand. "Malfoy?" Harry said, taking a step forward so he was standing besides Oliver.

"That's right." Malfoy smirked. "And that's not all that's new this year," The entire Slytherin Team raised their brooms so the Gryffindors could see them.

"Those are Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones!" Ron said shocked. "How'd you get those?" Ron's mouth was wide as he stared at them.

Emma and Hermione glanced towards each other then looked back at Flint as he said, "A gift from Draco's father."

"You see Weasley," Malfoy was addressing Ron now. "Unlike some, my father can afford the best."

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in," Hermione snapped. "They got in on pure talent."

Malfoy gave her a furious glare. "No one asked you opinion, you filthy little Mudblood!" Emma felt shock rush through her as pretty much hell broke loose as he said that. Hermione's gaze had hardened; confusion had flooded her brother's mind.

Flint had to dive in front of Malfoy to stop Fred and George jumping on him, Angelina shrieked, "How dare you!", and Ron plunged his hand into his robes, pulling out his wand, yelling, "You'll pay for that one, Malfoy. Eat slugs!"

A loud bang echoed around the two teams and a jet of green light shot out of the wrong end of Ron's wand, hitting him in the stomach and sending him reeling backward into the grass.

"You okay, Ron?" squealed Hermione.

Ron opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. Instead he gave a mighty belch and several slugs dribbled out of his mouth and into his lap.

The Slytherin Team were paralyzed with laughter. The Gryffindors were gathered around Ron, who kept belching large, glistening slugs. Nobody seemed to want to touch him.

"We'd better get him to Hagrid's, it's nearest," said Harry to Hermione, who nodded bravely, and the pair of them pulled Ron up by the arms. The three of them left while Emma stood still facing Malfoy with a glare.

Malfoy stopped laughing and said, "What do you want, Potter?"

Without a word Emma moved to stand in front of Malfoy, she stared hard and long at him making him very uncomfortable. When she thought it's been long enough, she raise her wand at his face and cast Langlock non-verbally.

At first a smug grin plastered in Malfoy's face but when he tried to speak, he began to panic because his tongue was stuck at the roof of his mouth. The Gryffindor team began laughing at him, well serves him right.

Unfortunately for Emma, in that moment Professor McGonagall decided to show up with an angry face. "What's happening here?" She asked.

"Potter here used tongue-tying curse on Malfoy." Marcus Flint accused at her.

"Is that true, Miss Potter?" Professor McGonagall turn her attention to Emma, Emma just nodded her head with a straight face. Then Olliver Wood step in to explain the situation to McGonagall

"Miss Potter…" She said in a disappointed voice. "I won't take points for your action but you will be serving detention tonight with Mr. Filch." With that she dismissed the group.

Emma walked from her last class to serve her detention with Filch—she will be polishing the silver in the trophy room. When she got there, she surprised to find Ron was already there.

"Why are you here?" Ron asked, but Filch appear from the corner and instructed to them to polish the trophy. When Filch went out, the room filled with awkward silence.

The silence eating at Ron, therefore he said, "Why are you getting a detention?" Emma though hard what she had to said but Ron beat her to it. "Oh, right. The great Emma Potter is mute. She can't speak to a mere person like me." His voice was dripping with sarcasm.

Emma sighed and said, "I jinxed Malfoy this morning." Ron shocked at hearing her voice, his mouth hanged open and he tried hard to get words to come out.

"W-why?" Finally Ron asked that.

"Well, I think you know the answer." Her eyes shone with sadness.

Ron laughed dryly at that and said, "What did you do to him?"

"Well, since he can't keep his mouth shut, I used tongue-tying curse on him. It was great of course, well at least before Professor McGonagall show up." Ron laughed hard at this and said, "Well, tough luck for you."

"Well, not really, unless the one who show up was Professor Snape." That instant if possible Ron's laugh was getting louder.

"Are you always like this?" He asked.

"Well yeah. I supposed so." She answered with a bored tone.

"Why do you speak to me? I mean you never speak to me, why now?" He asked curiously.

"Well, you're a good guy from what I saw today, that's why I speak to you. I don't speak to people unless I trust them. Trust me, I've met a lot of people that was not trustworthy, hence I don't speak to them." She said while polishing a new trophy.

A pregnant silence fell upon them before Ron break them, "Thanks."

Emma stood frozen and confused at his statement making him smile at her.

"I wouldn't want to serve a detention with him ever again. It's a nightmare." Ron shuddered while walking side-to-side with Emma to the Great Hall.

Emma giggled and said, "It's not that bad."

"Yeah, right, easy for you to say. Fourteen times he made me buff up that Quidditch Cup before he was satisfied. And then I had another slug attack all over a Special Award for Services to the School. Took ages to get the slime off. . . ." He groaned.

In the Great Hall Emma took her seat next to the twins and Ron.

"Hello Princess, how's the detention?" Fred asked but she just waved her hand at him.

"Emma got detention?" Hermione asked with disbelief. "What did you do?"

"Well, this little Princess here…" Fred said.

"…Used tongue-tying curse…" George said.

"…on Malfoy this morning." The twins said in unison. Hermione gaped at her upon hearing this information.

"Hermione, is Harry still not back?" Ron asked beating Hermione before she asked Emma another question.

"Not yet, Ron. I think we better get to him. Come on!" She said, standing up.

"Okay. Come on, Emma!" Ron said following Hermione.

"Uh-oh, not so fast Ronniekins…" George said.

"You've hogged Emma to yourself the entire afternoon…" Fred said.

"Let your brothers have her too…" George said. Ron stared at Emma for her answer and she just smiled and nodded her head, urging him to go.

Not long before that, the dinner at the Great Hall dismissed and all of the students went back to their dorm. In a corridor, there were water in the floor and it made Emma uneasy.

They kept walking and they all stopped as they saw a stiff cat, three second year Gryffindor and the writing in the wall—THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED. ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE. A sudden whispering was aroused. Madam Pomfrey gasped among the crowd and Emma let her gaze slid across to Malfoy.

He was staring at the cat and then looked towards Harry, Ron, and Hermione. He was smirking. "Enemies of the Heir, beware! You'll be next, Mudbloods!"

"What's going on here? What's going on?"

Attracted no doubt by Malfoy's shout, Argus Filch came shouldering his way through the crowd. Then he saw Mrs. Norris and fell back, clutching his face in horror.

"My cat! My cat! What's happened to Mrs. Norris?" he shrieked. And his popping eyes fell on Harry.

"You!" he screeched. "You! You've murdered my cat! You've killed her! I'll kill you! I'll —"

"Argus!"

Dumbledore had arrived on the scene, followed by a number of other teachers. "Argus, I..." He glanced calmly towards Mrs. Norris before addressing his students. "Everyone will proceed to their dormitories immediately." The crowd began to disappear and as Harry, Ron and Hermione tried to follow, Dumbledore quickly said, "Everyone except...you three." They exchanged glances as they turned back to face the teachers who were examining Mrs. Norris while Filch was sobbing loudly into his hands.

Emma had the urge to touch the wall that has the writing to know the history of it. When she got to the Gryffindor common, she can't stay still at one place. She walked back and forth in front of the twins making them unbearably annoyed. Even when all of the people in the common room went to their room, Emma stayed in common room.

Because her worried state, she didn't even notice three figures enter the common room. Until she heard her brother voice, "Emma, what are you doing here?"

Hearing that, she launched herself at her brother while trying hard to hold back her tears. Harry not expecting this awkwardly hugged her back.

"What happened, Harry?" Emma said once she put a bit distance without breaking the hug.

"Well…" Harry gaped at her contemplating how to tell her or not at all.

"It's nothing, Emma." Hermione cut in before Ron blab about the events. Fortunately, Emma didn't really care at the moment and just went back to hug her brother.

"You worried me to death… You've been acting strange, you've been avoiding me." Her hurt voice was obvious making Harry uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry Em but I can't tell you now." Harry said with a sad expression.

Emma sat with Ron and Hermione at the bleachers watching the game between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

"Yeah! Come on Slytherin!" Emma heard the shouts from the Slytherin side then the Gryffindor began to cheer even louder for their team.

"Another goal for Slytherin!" Lee Jordan, the Weasley Twins' friend, announced. "They lead Gryffindor, ninety to thirty!"

"Yeah! Yeah!" Emma heard Flint shout.

Emma looked at her brother at the sky, flying to spot the golden snitch.

"All right there, Scar-head?" Emma heard Malfoy's voice float around her and she shook her head to clear it.

Harry spun on his broom as a Bludger came barreling towards him. He avoided it barely.

"Watch yourself, Harry!" Wood shouted. To his horror, the Bludger seemed to stop then reversed and came flying at him again. "Wood, Look out!" Shouted Harry.

Wood turned just as the Bludger hit his broom and he plummeted to the ground.

Emma turned to see the Bludger smashing the bottom of the stands and she saw a flash of red which told her that her brother was being chased by the Bludger. Unfortunately, because of her lack notice of her surrounding, she didn't see a Bludger spiralling towards her. Every student all around her shouting and scrambled away from the Bludger. But Emma wasn't quick enough to dodge it. The Bludger hit her hard in her chest, sending her out of the quidditch pitch. And her consciousness was fading with Ron and Hermione shouted her name.

"Emma?" Emma's eyes flashed open and she saw blurry figures around her. "Emma!" She heard Hermione's gasp and then her fretful face came into focus.

"Wha—what happened?" Emma mumbled. Her mouth felt try and she fumbled over her words.

"You fell from the bleachers when the Bludger hit you hard," acknowledgement flash on her face. Hermione took a seat at the end of Emma's bed, in view where Emma could see her face.

"Oh, dear, you're awake," Emma blinked and she was thrown from her thoughts as Madame Pomfrey hurried up to her. Emma shifted but a flash of pain was sent up from her stomach which she just realized was wrapped in bandages.

Madame Pomfrey set down a glass on the table beside Emma's hospital bed and began to fill it with a syrupy substance. "You broke several ribs," She reported at Emma's confused look. "You'll have to stay here overnight."

'Where's Harry?' She thought. Emma sat up despite the pain and tried to get out of bed but Hermione and Madame Pomfrey pushed her down again. Emma looked at them with desperation, asking them a silent question.

"Emma, calm down, Harry's just over there," Emma glanced past Hermione to see Ron, Fred, George and Olliver talking to Harry while in the bed across from Emma, she saw a head of blonde hair. It was Malfoy. He whimpered despite his minor injury.

Emma slid back into bed slowly and Madame Pomfrey handed her the glass. "Drink this up. It'll get rid of the pain and make you sleep. You'll need to stay the night here." She told Emma who obediently drank.

When she was done, she handed Madame Pomfrey back the glass as she suddenly felt her eyelids get heavier and heavier by the second. Emma managed to smile a little before she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.