Updated as of 2/04/19

A/N: Please note parts of this/some details are taken from the book.

The morning they were supposed to catch the train they ended up stopping three separate times to drive back to The Burrow for something one of the Weasley children had forgotten. By the time they got to King's Cross Station they had about two minutes to get through the portal and onto the train.

"The train will be leaving any moment!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed.

"Fred, George, Percy you first!" Arthur instructed. The three went through the portal.

"Okay." Mrs. Weasley patted Ginny's back and she ran through. "Fiona, you next, quickly dear." Fiona nodded and followed after Ginny. The two girls moved out of the way and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley came through. "Come on, Ginny, we'll get you a seat. Hurry!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed before the two ran with her. Fiona looked back at the wall waiting for Ron and Harry.

"Come on, Fiona!" Ginny called back to her. Fiona bit her bottom lip. She didn't want to be late but she didn't know what was taking the boys so long. Fiona pushed her cart towards the train quickly. She brought it to where her things would be loaded on before running to join Ginny. "Where's Harry and Ron?" Ginny asked.

"I-I don't know. They didn't come through the gate," Fiona said shaking her head. "Did you find a seat?" Ginny nodded.

"I found some other first years," she said with an excited smile. "I think Hermione is in the next car over."

"Thanks." Fiona gave her a smile. "Ginny, if Harry and Ron missed the train…"

"Mum and dad would be able to bring them, I'm sure," Ginny said but she didn't seem too sure.

"Alright. Well, I'll see you later Ginny."

"See you later," Ginny said. Fiona walked through the train cars looking for Hermione.

"Gaunt." Fiona resisted the urge to groan and turned to see Draco standing behind her, smirking.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"You look lost," he said.

"I'm just fine."

"We have an open seat," he offered, motioning to his compartment.

"You think I'd sit with you?" Fiona asked with a scoff making him frown. "Your father insults two of my friends and their families and you think you can just talk to me like we're friends?"

"He didn't insult you."

"That's not that point. You're so… ugh!" Fiona whirled around and kept walking leaving Draco standing there with a frown.

Fiona finally found Hermione's compartment and the two sat together for the train ride. Neither knowing where the boys were and both equally concerned. Though they didn't get too worried until the boys missed the sorting ceremony and the feast.

"Where do you suppose they are?" Hermione asked as they headed to Gryffindor common room.

"I'm not sure," Fiona said. "I thought they'd show up by now."

"We could ask one of the boys if their things are in the boy's dorms," Hermione suggested. "I'm sure they're okay. How much trouble could they get in on their first night?"

…

"You broke your dad's flying car?!" Fiona screeched as quietly as she could manage. She hadn't been able relax until she knew the two were okay so she waited up for them. They of course didn't know the new password but they didn't need it since everyone was waiting up to hear about what happened. Somehow everyone already knew that the two boys had flown in a car and crashed into the Whomping Willow. After the initial celebration the boys made their way up to the dorms to find Fiona sitting on Harry's bed, petting a ruffled Hedwig.

"Not on purpose!" Ron shouted.

"It just started malfunctioning," Harry said.

"And we crashed into a tree that tried to kill us!"

"The Whomping Willow," Fiona said shaking her head.

"First a house elf shows up in my bedroom and tells me he stole all my letters, then we miss the train because the gateway closed and then we almost got smashed to bits," Harry said.

"That's what happened to the letters I sent you?" Fiona asked. Harry nodded. "Whose house elf?"

"I don't know. He couldn't say."

"I'm surprised you two only have detentions."

"Snape wanted to expel us," Ron said. "And I broke my wand," he moaned as he held up the wand that was almost broken in two, the top being held on by a thread.

"Oh, Ron," Fiona said shaking her head. "I'm sure you can send home for a replacement, can't you?"

"And have to tell my mum how it broke in the first place? No thanks!"

"I'm sure she already knows by now," Fiona pointed out. Harry nodded.

"McGonagall said she was going to write home," he confirmed. Ron groaned.

…

Sure enough the next morning during breakfast Errol made an appearance. Ron had taped up his broken wand but knew it wouldn't do much. He let out a sigh.

"Say it, I'm doomed," Ron said.

"You're doomed," Harry agreed.

"Hi, Harry!" A first year, Colin, exclaimed holding what looked to be a Muggle camera. "I'm Colin Creevey! I'm in Gryffindor, too!"

"Oh- Hi, Colin. Nice to meet you," Harry said.

"I know all about you. Everyone's told me. About how you survived when You-Know-Who tried to kill you," Colin started to ramble. "It's amazing here, isn't it? I never knew all the odd stuff I could do was magic til I got my letter from Hogwarts. My dad's a milkman; he couldn't believe it either so I'm taking loads of pictures to send home to him. It'd be really good if I had one of you, maybe your friend could take it and I could stand next to you? And then, could you sign it?"

"Signed photos? You're giving out signed photos, Potter?" Draco sneered. "Everyone line up! Harry Potter's giving out signed photos!"

"No, I'm not," Harry protested, clenching his fists.

"You're just jealous!" Colin defended him.

"Jealous? Of what? I don't want a foul scar right across my head thanks. I don't think getting your head cut open makes you that special, myself," Draco muttered.

"You wouldn't make such a big deal out of the attention he gets if you weren't jealous," Fiona pointed out. "Nothing that special about you." The pale boy's face flushed, whether from anger or embarrassment she didn't know. Suddenly an owl screeched.

"Ron? Is that your owl?" Dean asked. The owl flew down and crashed into a bowl of chips.

"Bloody bird's a menace," Ron said picking up the letter it'd brought him. The owl flew away. "Oh, no!" Ron groaned.

"Look, everyone! Weasley's got himself a Howler!" Seamus announced. The Slytherins nearby started laughing.

"Go on, Ron. I ignored one from my gran once. It was horrible," Neville said.

"What's a howler?" Hermione asked quietly as she turned to Fiona who was already wincing. Ron hesitantly opened the red letter.

"RONALD WEASLEY!" Came Mrs. Weasley's voice from the paper. The letter started floating and took the shape of a mouth. "HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR! I AM ABSOLUTLEY DISGUSTED! YOUR FATHER'S NOW FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, AND IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT! IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE, WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME!" Ron nodded, terrified. The letter turned and lowered its voice. "Oh, and Ginny, dear, congratulations on making Gryffindor. Your father and I are so proud!" Ginny nodded and looked rather embarrassed. "Thhhhbt!" the howler blew a raspberry at Ron before tearing itself up. He looked around terrified. Hermione looked extremely surprised while Fiona shook her head.

"Told you she'd find out," she muttered.

SPACE LINE BREAK

The first class they had after breakfast was Herbology. The students were chattering amongst themselves.

"Morning, everyone!" Professor Sprout said as she entered the green house. "Good morning, everyone!" she said again tapping against a pot to get the class' attention.

"Good morning, Professor Sprout!" the students chorused.

"Welcome to Greenhouse Three, Second Years. Now, gather around, everyone. Today, we are going to repot Mandrakes. Who here can tell me the properties of the Mandrake root?" she asked as she moved a large pot in front of her. Of course Hermione was the only one to raise her hand. "Yes, Miss Granger."

"Mandrake, or Mandragora, is used to return those who have been Petrified to their original state. It's also quite dangerous. The Mandrake's cry is fatal to anyone who hears it."

"Excellent! Ten points to Gryffindor! Now, as our Mandrakes are still only seedlings their cries won't kill you yet. But they could knock you out for several hours, which is why I have given each of you a pair of earmuffs for auditory protection. So, could you please put them on, right away?" The students all grabbed their earmuffs and put them on. "Quickly! Flaps tight down, and watch me closely. You grasp your Mandrake firmly, you pull it sharply up out of the pot..." She pulled out the mandrake and it started screeching loudly. "Got it? And... now you dunk it down into the other pot and pour a little sprinkling of soil to keep him warm." She said as she put it in a new pot and put dirt in the pot.

"Uhh..." Neville groaned before falling to the ground.

"Longbottom's been neglecting his earmuffs," Sprout said with a sigh.

"No, ma'am, he's just fainted," Seamus said.

"Yes, well, just leave him there. Right! On we go! Plenty of pots to go around. Grasp your Mandrake, and pull it up!" The students all pulled out their Mandrake and groaned as the screeching filled the room. Draco grinned at his and wiggled his finger at his Mandrake. It bit his finger and he struggled to pull it out before putting the Mandrake in a new pot. He glanced over at Fiona to see her snickering at him. His face went pink as he looked away from her.

…

Later on that day they had their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The door to the professor's office opened and Lockhart came out and stood at the balcony.

"Let me introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher... me! Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five-times winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award- " he said as he walked down the stairs and came to stand in front of the students. "but I don't talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at him. Huh, huh, huh... hee, hee..."

"We have this guy for the whole year?" Fiona asked in a quiet half groan.

"I know," Hermione said with a dreamy smile. Fiona looked at her with a frown but wasn't exactly surprised; she had seen the hearts drawn around the class on Hermione's schedule.

"Now-" Lockhart took out his wand. "be warned! It is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to wizardkind." He tapped his want against a covered cage. The cage rattled. "You may find yourselves facing your worst fears in this room. Know only that no harm can befall you whilst I am here. I must ask you not to scream. It might... provoke them!" he pulled the cloth off the cage to show a bunch of blue pixies.

"Cornish pixies?" Seamus asked.

"Freshly caught Cornish pixies!" Lockhart pointed out.

"Ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha..." Seamus laughed.

"Laugh if you will, Mr. Finnigan, but pixies can be devilish tricky little blighters. Let's see what you make of them, ha!" he opened the door to the cage and they all flew out. The students all jumped up to avoid the pixies that started trashing the classroom. Almost everyone ran from the room. "Come on now- round them up, round them up, they're only pixies!" Two pixies grabbed Neville by the ears.

"Ah! Aaah! Aaah! Aah- aah!" They lifted him up and hung him on a chandelier above. "Hey, get me down!" A pixie grabbed into Hermione's hair.

"Get off me!" she shouted.

"Stop! Stop! Hold still!" Harry shouted before hitting the pixie with a book. Fiona let out a scream as two pixies pulled her up a few feet by her hair.

"Help!" She held onto her hair to try and lessen the pain. Someone grabbed her by her legs and pulled her back down before smacking the pixies away with a book. They brought her down to the floor and kept an arm around her back. Fiona looked up to see it was Draco. He looked down at her for a moment before swatting at more pixies as Fiona ducked her head down.

"Come on!" He grabbed her hand and started to crawl to the main door forcing her to crawl with him.

"Peskipiksi pesternomi!" Lockhart said but a pixie swiped his wand before the spell was cast.

"Hee, hee, hee!" The pixie that took his want flew up to the chain holding up the large dragon skeleton in the back of the classroom. The skeleton fell down and crashed a few feet in front of Fiona and Draco who fell back, covering their heads as they lay on the ground.

"Yeeee-haw!"

"Wheee!" Lockhart hurried up to his office door.

"I'll ask you three to just nip the rest of them back into their cage!" Lockhart said to the closest students, Hermione, Harry and Ron before he locked himself in his office.

"What do we do now?" Ron asked.

"Immobulus!" Hermione shouted pointing her want up. The pixies suddenly froze where they were and floated in the air.

"Why is it always me?" Neville asked, still hanging from the chandelier. Fiona slowly lifted her head.

"You alright?" Draco asked quietly from beside her. She nodded.

"T-Thanks," she said. He flashed a smile. They slowly stood and looked around to see that the rest of the students had fled but the trio standing, out of breath, towards the front of the class.

Later on that week Ron, Fiona and Hermione were sitting outside waiting for the Gryffindor team to follow them to practice. They saw the team approaching but then the Slytherin team also showed up. Flint handed Oliver a note.

"Uh-oh. I smell trouble," Ron said. The three got up and hurried over.

"'I, Professor Severus Snape, do hereby give the Slytherin team permission to practice today, owing to the need to train their new Seeker,'" Oliver read. "You've got a new Seeker. Who?" The team moved aside and Draco stepped out. He saw Fiona and smirked smugly at her, obviously hoping she was impressed. She looked away, shaking her head slightly.

"Malfoy?" Harry asked.

"That's right. And that's not all that new this year," Draco said. It was then everyone noticed the team's new brooms.

"Those are Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones! How did you get those?" Ron asked.

"A gift from Draco's father," Flint said.

"You see Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best," Draco said with a smirk.

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in," Hermione said. "They got it on pure talent," she said. Draco moved to stand in front of her.

"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood!" Draco spat. Flint had to block Fred and George from jumping on Draco.

"How dare you!" Alicia Spinnet, one of the Chasers, shrieked.

"You'll pay for that one, Malfoy," Ron growled taking out his wand. "Eat slugs!" He waved his wand but the spell backfired and sent him flying back. The Slytherin team started laughing while the others headed over to Ron.

"Why do you always have to be such a jerk?" Fiona shouted as she glared at Draco before shoving him in the chest. He stumbled, but the grin didn't leave his face.

"Hey, I didn't do anything!" he protested with a laugh but his smirk faltered as she ran away to the others.

"You okay, Ron?" He turned over. "Say something!" Hermione exclaimed. Ron suddenly threw up a slug.

"Ooh! Ugh! Yech!" A camera flashed and Harry looked up to see Colin.

"Wow! Can you turn him around, Harry?" he asked.

"No, Colin! Get out of the way!" Harry shouted as he, Hermione and Fiona helped Ron up. "Let's take him to Hagrid's," he said before Ron threw up another slug. "He'll know what to do." They headed past the Slytherin team. Fiona roughly bumped shoulders with Draco, wiping the smirk off his face.

…

The three got Ron to Hagrid's hut and the half-giant provided Ron a bucket.

"Wo, this calls for a specialist's equipment," Hagrid said before sitting down. "Nothin' to do but wait'll it stops, I'm afraid." Ron threw up again.

"Ah! Oh... Okay," Harry said as he helped Ron hold the bucket.

"Better out than in. Who's Ron tryin' to curse, anyway?" Hagrid asked.

"Malfoy. He called Hermione, ... um, well, I don't- I don't know exactly what it means." Hermione stood and walked away from them.

"He called me a Mudblood," Hermione said.

"He did not!" Hagrid's eyes widened.

"What's a Mudblood?" Harry asked.

"It means 'dirty blood.' Mudblood's a really foul name for someone who is Muggle-born. Someone with non-magic parents. Someone like me. It's not a term one usually hears in civilized conversation," she explained before looking down.

"See, the thing is, Harry, there're some wizards, like the Malfoy family, who think they're better'n everyone else because they're what people call 'pure blood.'"

"That's horrible!" Harry exclaimed. Ron threw up again.

"It's disgusting," he agreed.

"And it's codswallop, to boot. 'Dirty blood.' Why, there isn't a wizard alive today that's not half blood or less. More ter the point, they've yet to think of a spell that our Hermione can' do. Come here…" he held out his hand and she put hers in it. He put another hand on top of hers. "Don't you think on it, Hermione. Don't you think on it for one minute... eh?"

"Hey, have you seen Grimm?" Fiona asked Hermione. The girl shook her head.

"No. I saw him earlier but not recently. Sorry," she said. "Aren't you coming to dinner?" Hermione asked.

"I'm going to keep looking for him."

"Alright. I'm sure he'll turn up," she said. Fiona gave her a smile before she left.

Fiona let out a sigh as she looked around for Grimm. She didn't know how long she'd been looking but it was already getting late. She turned a corner and bumped into Harry.

"Harry!"

"Fiona. What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for Grimm. I can't find him anywhere. What are you going?"

"Lockhart just let me out of detention."

"Oh."

"Do you want me to help you-?" Harry suddenly stopped.

"Blood. I smell blood." Fiona's eyes widened as she heard the voice too. Harry's eyes widened.

"You heard it too," Harry noticed. Fiona nodded.

"What is it?" she asked.

"I don't know." Harry started to follow the voice, running his hand along the wall.

"Let me rip you. Let me kill you. Kill! Kill! Kill!" They suddenly bumped into Ron and Hermione.

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed. "Fiona."

"Did you hear it?" Harry asked.

"Hear what?" Ron asked.

"That voice," Harry said.

"Voice? What voice?" Hermione asked.

"I heard it first in Lockhart's office. And then again just—"

"It's time." Harry and Fiona heard.

"It's moving. I think it's going to kill," Harry said before running passed them.

"Kill?" Ron asked as they ran after him.

"Harry, wait! Not so fast!" Hermione called as Harry followed after the sound.

They ran into a flooded corridor. Harry stopped and looked at the wet ground. The others caught up as he started heading down the hall. They stopped seeing a line of spiders crawling out a hole in the window.

"Strange. I've never seen spiders act like that," Harry said.

"I don't like spiders... What's that?" Ron asked seeing the reflection of something on the floor. They looked up at the wall to see a message written in red.

"'The Chamber of Secrets has been opened... enemies the heir... beware.' It's written in blood," Hermione said.

"Oh, no…" Harry said. Hermione gasped. "It's Filch's cat. It's Mrs. Norris," Harry said as he walked up to the cat hanging by its tail, not moving.

"Harry…" Fiona took a few steps towards him. A bunch of other students headed down the hall from each direction, the feast had ended. Gryffindor and Hufflepuff down one and Slytherin and Ravenclaw down the other. Of course Draco was at the front of his group.

"What's that?"

"Oh!"

"'Enemies of the heir beware!'" Draco read aloud. He looked to Hermione. "You'll be next, Mudbloods!"

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Fiona snapped. Draco looked at her and actually gulped.

"What's going on 'ere?" Flinch called. "Go on, make way, make way. Potter… Gaunt- What are you..." he looked past them to see his cat. "Mrs. Norris? You've...murdered my cat."

"No. No," Harry said quickly shaking his head.

"I'll kill ya..." he grabbed Harry, who was closest, by his robes. "I'll kill ya!"

"Argus!" Dumbledore shouted. He made his way past the Ravenclaws and Slytherins. "Argus, I..." He stopped when he saw the message and the cat. "Everyone will proceed to their dormitories immediately." The students started to leave. "Everyone except... you four." Harry and the other froze.

"She's not dead, Argus. She has been Petrified," Dumbledore assured Filch.

"Ah, thought so. So unlucky I wasn't there. I know exactly the counter curse that could have spared her," Lockhart said.

"But how she has been petrified, I cannot say," Dumbledore said.

"Ask her." Filch nodded to Fiona. "It's her who's done it. You saw what she wrote on the wall," Filch said. Fiona's eyes widened.

"No! It's not true sir, I swear! I never touched Mrs. Norris," Fiona insisted.

"Rubbish!" Filch snapped.

"If I might, Headmaster?" Snape asked. "Perhaps Gaunt and her friends were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. However," He approached the four. "the circumstances are suspicious. I, for one, don't recall seeing Potter or Gaunt at dinner."

"I'm afraid that's my doing, Severus. You see, Harry was helping me answer my fan mail," Lockhart informed them.

"That's why Ron and I went looking for him, Professor. We'd just found him when he said..." Hermione stopped and looked at him.

"Yes, Miss Granger?" Snape asked.

"When I said I wasn't hungry. We were heading back to the common room when we found Mrs. Norris," Harry explained. The teachers looked to Fiona.

"I was looking for my cat, professor," Fiona said. "I swear. He's been missing all night. I had just bumped into the others when we found this…"

"Innocent until proven guilty, Severus," Dumbledore said.

"My cat has been petrified. I wanna see some punishment!" Filch demanded, on the verge of tears.

"We will be able to cure her, Argus. As I understand it, Madame Sprout has a very healthy growth of Mandrakes. When matured, a potion will be made which will revive Mrs. Norris. And in the meantime, I strongly recommend caution... to all," Dumbledore said.

…

The four headed back to the common room. They were walking up the staircase.

"It's a bit strange, isn't it?" Hermione asked.

"Strange?" Harry asked. Hermione stopped and turned to him on the stairs.

"You hear this voice, a voice only you can hear, and then Mrs. Norris turns up petrified. It's just... strange."

"Fiona can hear it too," Harry pointed out.

"What?" Ron asked. "Since when?"

"I only heard it in the hall when he did," Fiona said.

"Do you think I should have told them? Dumbledore and the others, I mean?" Harry asked.

"Are you mad?" Ron asked.

"No, Harry. Even in the wizarding world, hearing voices isn't a good sign," Hermione said. "Even if it's both of you."

"She's right, you know," a portrait said beside him. The four continued up the stairs.

"You didn't find Grimm?" Hermione asked looking to the other girl. She shook her head. "Perhaps a bell?" she suggested. Fiona shrugged. The four made it to the portrait to find a familiar black blob curled up on the floor.

"Grimm!" Fiona scolded. The cat looked up lazily before slowly stretching. He reached out and pawed at the Fat Lady's painting.

"Got locked out," Harry suggested. Fiona let out a sigh.

"I don't know why he left in the first place," she muttered.