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Max's POV

We walked into the bathroom, Hermione in the lead. I went in after her, and Iggy was bringing up the rear. It was the most depressing, gloomiest bathroom I had ever seen, and yet I got the feeling that I had been in here before. I kept glancing at the sinks in the corner, but my gaze strayed to Hermione as she strode towards the stall at the end. She knocked lightly on the door, and said sweetly, "Hello, Myrtle. How are you today?"

The ghost of a teenage girl appeared in front of Hermione, picking absently at a spot on her chin. I recognized her as Moaning Myrtle. She was staring at the boys, and said moodily, "Why are there boys in here? This is a girls bathroom!"

"Um-no...But me and Max wanted to show them how...er, nice it is in here," Hermione said lamely. I rolled my eyes and made a note to give Hermione lessons on lying. Ron looked at me and whispered, "You should ask Myrtle if she saw anything. It happened right outside her bathroom, maybe she did." Moaning Myrtle saw this, and she snapped at Ron.

"I heard my name there! You were talking about me! Just because I'm dead doesn't mean I have no feelings!" Ron looked slightly scared, at he muttered, "I wasn't saying anything, honestly-"

"Don't lie!" Myrtle screamed. "Myrtle, Ron was just asking me if I could ask you whether you saw, or heard something on the night that cat was attacked," I said, hoping to reason with her. Myrtle calmed down, and I noticed how her dull eyes kept flicking over to Iggy, who was after breaking a part of one of the sinks.

"Well, that was Halloween night, wasn't it?" she asked. We nodded, and she went on. "I wasn't paying attention. I was upset because Peeves was being mean to me, so I came here. I was too sad to really notice anything." She gave a tragic sob, rose into the air, and dived into the toilet. "Charming," Iggy muttered. I looked at him, and started laughing. He had walked over right as Myrtle went into the toilet, and he was covered in water.

We left the bathroom sniggering, and Fang closed the door as we left. We had only taken two steps when someone shouted, "RON!"

We wheeled around, and saw Percy strutting towards us, his chest puffed out to draw more attention to his gleaming Prefect badge. "What were you all doing? That's a girls bathroom!" he shouted. "We were just looking around, Percy. Clues, and stuff like that," I answered, keeping my voice calm.

Percy's anger swelled, and his face turned the same color as his fiery hair. "If people came back here after dinner, what would they think if they saw you all here again? Back at the scene of the crime?"

Ron stepped closer to his brother. "We never did anything to that cat!" he yelled. One thing about the Weasley family: Never get them angry. Never.

"And thats what I had to tell Ginny countless times since Halloween! She's been very worried!" I glared at Percy. I knew that Ginny would rather go to me, Ron or the twins before she went to Percy.

"You don't care what Ginny's feeling! The only reason your doing this is because your afraid that Ron, Fang, Iggy are I will ruin your chances of becoming Head Boy! And believe me, if there was anything I could do that would make sure you don't become Head Boy, I would do it!" I shouted. Percy's looked like he was going to explode.

"Ten points from Gryffindor! If you don't stay in order, Maximum, I will write to Mother!" He gave me a death glare, and strutted away. I rolled my eyes, and looked back at the others. Ron looked impressed, and I muttered, "Well someone had to say that to him."

That night, the six of us sat next to the fire, as far away from Percy as we could find. Every few minutes, I felt him glaring at the back of my head. If looks could kill, I would be dead fifty times over. We were all doing our homework, and we were all surprised when Hermione slammed shut Standard Book of Spells: Grade 2.

We stared at her, and she just looked into the fire, and eventually she said, "Who can it be?"

"Come again?" I said, looking over the top of my book. "Who's the person trying to get rid of Muggle-borns from Hogwarts?" Ron closed his books, the other boys doing the same. I kept mine open, having it in front of my face. "Well, who do we know that thinks Muggle-borns are things you find on the bottom of your shoe?" Iggy said. We all answered at the same time, "Malfoy."

Hermione looked unconvinced and she said, "But...Malfoy can't be the heir of Slytherin. He's just too...well, Malfoy." I grinned, and put my book on the table in front of us. "Well, think about it. His entire family has been in Slytherin for generations. Its one of the many things he's always boasting about. I suppose they could be descendants of Slytherin, if you think about it," I said.

Ron looked like Christmas has come early. "They could of been opening the Chamber the Secrets for centuries! It makes so much sense!" Hermione looked at her knees and said, "Well, I guess that could be slightly possible..." Harry looked around at everyone, and said grimly, "How do we prove it?"

Hermione raised her eyes and, keeping her eyes on Percy to see if he was looking, whispered, "There might be a way. It will be very difficult, and dangerous. We'd be breaking over sixty school rules." Ron looked eager, and Fang was looking at Hermione in awe. "You don't mean...?"

He leaned in closer to Hermione and said, "Your not suggesting Polyjuice Potion?" Hermione blushed, and whispered, "How did you know?" Fang shrugged, and said, "I was thinking the same thing." They both smiled, and Iggy, looking irritated, snapped, "Just what the hell is Polyjuice Potion?"

"We need to be able to get into the Slytherin common room, and ask Malfoy a few questions. And we can't do that without Polyjuice Potion," Hermione said. Ron shook his head, looking irritated as well, and looked at Fang. "Mate, whats Polyjuice Potion?"

"It's a really difficult potion that makes you turn into the form of another," he said. I looked from him to Hermione, eyebrows raised. "How do we make it?" I asked. Hermione looked at me, and said, "We need to get a book, and its most-likely in the Restricted Section of the library. Me, you and Fang will have to make it, because were the best at Potions-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Since when was Fang good at Potions? I thought it was just you and Max?" Iggy said, staring at the black-haired boy in shock. Hermione looked amused, and said, "Fang is brilliant at Potions. Actually, he's brilliant at every subject. He's just under me and Max." The boys stared at him in shock, and Fang didn't blush. I wasn't surprised. That boy is like a brick wall.

"Alright, now that we've all found out that Fang is smart, can we get back to business?" I said. "How are we going to get into the Restricted Section?"

"We have to make up a convincing story, and maybe a teacher will believe it and sign the note," Hermione said, sounding as though she didn't even believe what she was saying.

Iggy leaned back in his chair, and smiled, "Well, we need to find a pretty thick teacher then."

We were sitting in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and I was trying my best not to start laughing. Ever since the pixie incident, Lockhart hadn't brought any live creatures into the class. He chose instead to read extracts from his books, of acting them out in front of the class, and he always used Harry in his reenactments. At this moment, Harry was playing a werewolf, and Lockhart was showing us how he defeated the werewolf.

He had Harry on the ground, and he was making Harry howl like a wolf. I was snickering, and when the bell rang, Harry sprang to his feet. I caught Hermione's eye, and we nodded. Harry came over to us, his face red, and Hermione stood up with a piece of paper in her hands. She looked nervous. "Wait until everyones gone," she whispered. Finally, when Susan Bones left, the six of us approached Lockhart slowly. Me, Fang and Iggy stayed at the back, in case he started asking us about our wings again.

"Er...P-professor Lockhart?" she stammered. I rolled my eyes, groaning. When he looked up, Hermione continued. "I was w-wondering whether y-you could s-sign this? Only, I w-wanted to get a b-book for a b-bit of light r-reading, but its in the R-restricted Section. I'm sure it would help me understand more about Voyages with Vampires." I grinned. We all took turns giving Hermione lessons on lying. None of us were willing to ask Lockhart for his signature, seeing as none of us actually liked him.

Lockhart beamed and said, "Well, I'm sure there would nothing wrong with that. You are the best in the year, of course, no one would mind. Just give me that paper, Miss Granger." Hermione handed him the piece of parchment in a shaking hand. Lockhart signed, and gave it back. I couldn't help smiling. Lockhart looked at me and Harry and smiled, "Well, Harry, Max. The first Quidditch match tomorrow. Its your first match, isn't it Max? I would of taken time off to train you, of course, but I have just been much too busy." My stomach dropped. I tried not to think about the match, but I was very nervous. What if I messed up? What if I fell off my broom? What if I-

I was brought out of my thoughts as Fang hit me on the arm, and we started heading towards the door.

Hermione stammered her thanks, and we left. We raced towards the library, and we stepped in the doorway. "I can't believe that. He didn't even look at the book we wanted! God, hes a brainless moron!" Iggy said. We laughed, and we made our way over to Madam Pince's desk. Hermione reluctantly gave her the parchment, and Madam Pince looked at it with her usual scowl. "Moste Potente Potions?" she asked. "Thats a bit advanced for second-years," she said, looking at us suspiciously.

She stalked away towards the Restricted Section, and Hermione looked sad. "Oh, don't worry. You can just ask Lockhart for another autograph, he'd probably give you twenty," I sniggered.

She glared at me, but Madam Pince came back, holding a big, dirty looking book. She gave it to Hermione, and we left.

Five minutes later, we were sitting in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, Hermione flicking through the book. Myrtle was sobbing loudly in her cubicle, but we ignored her. After another few minutes, Hermione gave an outburst. "Here it is! Polyjuice Potion! Wow, this is even more complicated then I thought. There are a lot of stuff we need that were going to have to steal from Snape's private store."

We all stared at her, thinking the same thing. Stealing anything from Snape was going to be hard, and if we got caught...Well, then we were all screwed.

"How long will this take?" Harry asked. Hermione looked back at the page, and said, "Well, fluxweed has to be picked on a full moon, and lacewings have to be stirred for twenty-eight days...So, about a month," she finished, closing the book. "A month?" We all cried together. "Malfoy could have all the Muggle-borns in the school by then!" Ron cried.

"Its the best thing I have, Ron, so if you have something better, please share it," Hermione snapped. Ron looked at me, and said, "It would save you a lot of effort if you just knock Malfoy off his broom tomorrow."

I woke up early the next morning, with butterflies in my stomach. I hopped out of bed, and looked out the window. It was before dawn, so I smiled and grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. I pulled on my black and purple Converse, and crept out of the dormitory. I went through the quiet castle, and out the front-doors. The grounds were quiet, and the sun was only coming over the horizon. I ran over to the edge of the forest, and after checking that no one was looking from the windows, I snapped out my wings.

Twelve-feet, brown and white, I thought they were beautiful. I took a running start, and flew into the air. There's no feeling like flying. You feel like you can do anything, and theres nothing tying you to anything. I swopped in and out of trees, and I even saw a few centaurs running below. I flew for hours, and when the sun was high, I flew to the ground and walked toward the castle. Breakfast hadn't started yet, so I ran up to Gryffindor tower, and up to the dormitory and took a fast shower. I was thinking about the match, and I have never felt more nervous.

When I finished, I changed into my Quidditch uniform, and went down to the Great Hall. I saw the rest of the team, and I also saw the Slytherin team in there emerald robes. I saw Harry and I sat next to him. He noticed how nervous I looked. "You'll do fine," he whispered. I smiled.

Eleven o'clock came, and the team went down to the pitch and into the changing rooms. We sat down as Oliver started his pep-talk.

"Right, so the Slytherin team have an advantage. They're brooms are much more faster then ours, but we have something more then them. We are much more talented then they are. We are going to make them regret the day they ever let that little bit of no-good slime, Malfoy, on they're team," he said, looking emotional.

He turned to Harry, and said, "Its all up to you, Harry. You need to show them that being a great Seeker is more then just having a rich father. We've got to win today." Fred and George smiled, and chorused, "So no pressure there Harry." Next Wood turned to me and said, "Max, your the new Chaser, and you are one of the best Chasers I have seen. This is your first match, so you need to show them what you have. You are talented, Max, so show everyone that." I smiled and nodded.

"Everyone ready? Alright, lets go," Wood said, and we left onto the pitch, my heard hammering in my ears. There was a blast of applause, and some boos from the Slytherin side. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were desperate to see Slytherin beaten, so they were supporting us too.

The Slytherins came on then, and Madam Hooch asked captains to shake hands. Flint and Wood shook hands, and I think they were trying to break each others fingers. I clambered onto my broom, and when Madam Hooch blew the whistle, we all flew into the air. The balls were let out, and Harry went higher then anyone, looking for the Snitch.

Angelina got the Quaffle, and I flew in front of her. She passed it to me, and I pelted towards the goals. Katie was in front of me, so I threw it to her. She flung it at the goals, and the Slytherin Keeper dived too high up, and the Quaffle went straight through the hoops. There was an explosion of noise, and I cheered and yelled, "Well done Katie!"

The match went on, and I had scored three points, but Slytherin were winning. After I had passed the Quaffle to Angelina, but a Bludger stopped her scoring, I noticed there was something wrong. One of the Bludgers were following Harry around the field, no matter where he went, or what he did. Fred and George were trying to get it away from him, but nothing would work.

"Max! Concentrate!" Angelina shouted. She threw the Quaffle at me, and I caught it easily and I fired it at the goals. It hit the Keeper in the face, and went in. Everyone cheered, and I noticed Malfoy glaring at me. I smiled cheekily, and shouted at Angelina, "Keep it with you and Katie! Theres something wrong with Harry!" Angelina nodded, and went after the Slytherin Chaser.

I rose up to Harry, who was flying around in circles. "Harry! Whats wrong?" I shouted. "The bloody Bludger won't leave me alone!" he yelled. His eyes widened and he bellowed, "Behind you!" I spun around just in time to doge to speeding Bludger. It went straight for his face, but Fred flew up from below and knocked it over to a Slytherin.

"Someone's jinxed it!" I said. "We need a time-out," Fred said. George came over, then started signaling for a time-out. Madam Hooch blew her whistle, and we went down to the ground. I stood next to Harry. He was sweating, and shaking. "What's going on?" Wood called. "Were losing! Fred, George, what are you doing? Katie got hit three times with the Bludger."

"Someone's done something with one of the Bludgers. It won't leave Harry alone. It hadn't left him all game! The Slytherins must of done it," George explained. Wood looked like someone had slapped him in the face. "But...The Bludger has been in Madam Hooch's office since last training session. They were fine then."

Harry was frowning, and he said, "Guys, if you two keep flying around me, I won't catch the Snitch unless it flies up my sleeve. Just let me deal with it on my own." Fred stared at him, and said, "Don't be daft, Harry. That thing would tear your head off!" Oliver was looking from Harry to the twins. "Oliver, don't you even think about letting Harry do this himself!" I said. Wood looked at me, and said, "Fine, you help him," he said.

I stared at him.

"How can I help him? I'm a Chaser, not a Beater!"

"Max, just help him, okay? Angelina and Katie will get the scores, you've already gotten enough. We need to get back to the match, come on."

Wood got on his broom and flew to the goal posts. I cursed him under my breath, and followed Harry. As soon as we were in the air, the Bludger was behind us. It caught up with us, and I turned sharp, hitting the Bludger with the end of my broom. I t flew a few meters away, but it just came racing back. Harry had a determined look on his face, and I said, "Harry, look for the Snitch. I'll keep the Bludger away, just look for the Snitch!"

He nodded, and as his gaze flickering around the pitch, I kept my sharp-gaze on the rogue Bludger. Every time it got too close, I would hit it with my broom. I came too close, and I went to hit it but I missed, and I flew right at my leg. I cried out in pain, and I knew my ankle was broken. I hissed in pain, and the Bludger flew right at Harry.

"Training for the ballet Potter?" Malfoy shouted, laughing at his joke. I was holding my ankle, and tried to tell Harry to watch for the Bludger, but my voice seemed to have deserted me. Harry's eyes widened, and he flew straight at Malfoy. At first I thought it was because of the insult, but then I saw the flickering of gold next to Malfoy's ear. Harry was going after the Snitch.

He stretched out his arm, and just as his fist closed around the Snitch, the Bludger came out of no where and broke his arm.

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