Hi, me again. So how's life? You good? That's great. Nothing to say, other than to say thank you to those who voted in the Poll and those who have commented on the story.

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The Norse Gods belong to, em the Norse?

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The Second Year Gryffindors were just finishing up a DADA class. Loki watched as they gathered up their books and headed towards the door. Things where getting bad, students worried and teachers unable to do a thing to help. The Headmaster was actively trying to suppress information on the problem and was even stonewalling Loki when he attempted to investigate himself. The man had his reasons, Loki hoped. Loki followed the students out and down the hall, increasing his stride to catch up with Darren and his friends.

"How's the arm?" Loki asked in reference to the Quidditch injury from the previous Saturday.

"Fine sir. Do they know what caused the Bludger to go rouge like that?" Darren answered as he nervously rubbed his right arm.

"Rolanda is checking. She's quite annoyed actually." Loki chuckled. "real big fan of fair play, she is. If she finds whoever did that she's make him, or her, suffer for it. Well, I'll glad you're well and remember those essays are due Monday." Loki said as he descended the stairs and set off for the staffroom.

Loki settled himself into one of the chairs and helped himself to several of biscuits as he went through the events of the first Quidditch match he'd ever seen.

X-FLASHBACK-X

Loki settled down next to Auroro Sinistra in one of the stands to on the midpoint of the pitch. He understood the basics of how Quidditch was played thanks to Lockhart's memories but to actually see it would be something else. Loki lamented the limits his vessel had, if he'd been using his own body his eyes would have been able to keep track of the Snitch and all the players even at full speed.

It wasn't even one minute into the match before Loki realised something was wrong. One of the Bludgers kept targeting Darren, it even halted in mid air to redirect itself towards him. Loki saw one of the Weasley twins signal for a time-out and watched as the Bludger hovered near the Gryffindor team.

"Pardon me." Loki said to Sinistra as he began to move down the aisle. "I need to speak with the Headmaster. Something isn't right." Loki paused for a moment and forced his eyes to adjust the spectrum in which they saw things. The ability to do this was often called 'mage sight' or some such rubbish but Loki couldn't care less about it's name. All that mattered was it allowed him to see how the 'winds of magic' flowed in his vicinity and to spot enchantments or detect traces of spellwork. Loki heard the whistle sound and set off as quickly as he could down the rickety staircase in through the stand. He'd seen what he needed to, magic other than the standard charms had been added to that Bludger and was making it target Darren. As he went, Loki conjured a pair of thick framed glasses, the lenses of which glowed a faint red, so that he could justify being able to see the magic. As he reached the entrance to the stand Dumbledore was seated in Loki heard a cheer ring out from the Gryffindor supporters and turned towards the pitch, where he saw Darren lying not far away and the Bludger speeding towards his head.

"Fuck!" Loki cursed. "Expulso." Loki cast the, relatively, safer of the two Blasting Curses to reduce to Bludger to dust before it could kill his younger sibling. By the time Loki reached Darren his team mates had begun to gather around him, the spectators all seemed to be making there way down towards the pitch.

"Move aside, move aside. Let me take a look" Loki said as he pushed his way past the Quidditch players. He studied the arm for a moment before adopting a solemn look. "Looks bad Darren, I think we may have to amputate." The look of sheer pants staining terror on the boy's face was to much and he laughed. "I'm joking. Lets get you to the Hospital Wing and Poppy will have that fixed in no time." Loki conjured a floating stretcher under Darren, picked up the boy's broom and set off for the castle. As he passed Rolanda Hooch he informed her that someone had clearly enchanted the Bludger to target Darren.

X-FLASHBACK END-X

Loki could have tried to fix it himself, but would have most likely destroyed every bone in Darren's arm. Loki decided he really needed to learn healing magic. Of course Loki ended ended back in the Hospital wing later that night with another student.

X-FLASHBACK-X

He'd been up late correcting essays from the Forth Years and had decided to get something to eat from the Kitchens. As he descended into basement Loki spotted a student standing frozen in his path coming up the steps. The girl's eyes where wide open and had a kind of 'deer-in-headlights' look. Loki saw a Prefect Pin on her lapel and so prepared to send her on her way, but than Loki noticed she wasn't blinking, or moving at all for that matter. Her eyes were locked on the tip of the silver platter she held in her hands and Loki noticed one of her feet was raised slightly off the ground, as though she stopped mid-step.

"Ymir's frozen ball-sack!" Loki exclaimed. "Elf! Elf! Dammit I need an elf now! " Loki called as loud as he could.

"Yes, Professor?" One of the school elves asked as he appeared beside Loki." "How's can Squ-"

"Contact the Headmaster and have him meet me at the Hospital Wing. No, first alert the Hospital Wing, than the Headmaster." Loki interrupted. He cast a quick look at the girl before adding "Get Filius as well. Tell him on of his students has been attacked." With that Loki proceed to place a charm on the platter, so nothing would be disturbed, and levitated the girl towards the Hospital Wing leaving a startled and confused elf in his wake.

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Dumbledore arrived a moment or two after Loki with Flitwick hot on his heels. Loki didn't look up from the prone body of the girl, Penelope Clearwater, which he was studying under his pair of thick framed glasses, a great way to justify being able to see magic.

"Gilderoy, what happened?" Dumbledore asked as soon as he approached. The old man actually looked quite funny in his woolly dressing gown and nightcap but Loki ignored it for now.

"I was on my way down to the Kitchens for a snack when I met her coming up" Loki explained. "Saw she was a prefect and figured she was just finished her rounds and decided to get something to eat before bed. Took me a few seconds to notice she'd been petrified. Charmed the platter so that nothing would fall off. Figured you'd want to see her as she was found with before we did anything, you know in case any evidence was tampered with." Loki took off the glasses and handed them to Dumbledore.

"Did you find anything Gilderoy?" Flitwick asked, worry for his student evident in his voice.

"No, same as the cat." Loki sighed. "I've told two of the elves to make sure nothing passes through the stairwell I found her on until I've checked it out. Regardless if they be student, professor or spectre." Loki watched as the Headmaster gently removed the tray from the girl's hands and set it aside on a bed-side locker.

"Headmaster, the Chamber is no mere legend is it?" Loki asked.

"No, Gilderoy. It is not." Dumbledore replied.

"I understand you said it was unnecessary but I think I should actively investigate this, as well as start preparing the students in the most likely event that this thing attacks again." Loki stated. He'd have said more but the three other Heads of Houses entered.

"What's happened Albus?" McGonagall asked urgently.

"Another attack. Near the Basements." Flitwick answered as he accepted the glasses from Dumbledore and started his own examination of Penelope.

"What does this mean?" Asked Sprout asked.

"It means" Dumbledore said "that the chamber of Secrets is indeed open again".

"But Albus... surely... who?" McGonagall stuttered.

"The question is not who?" Dumbledore replied, his eyes on Penelope. "The question is how?"

As this exchange was occurring, Loki was watching Snape. At the mention of the Basements he'd quickly turned his attention on the girl before visibly relaxing. You didn't need to be a mind reader to know he couldn't care since she wasn't one of his House. Loki anger doubled when he remembered the thinking of all who shared the same 'mark' as Snape when it came to muggle born wizards or witches.

Snape waited until Dumbledore had finished speaking before speaking up. "Headmaster, what was Pott-"

"Potter was not there this time Severus, nor was Mr Weasley or Miss Granger." Loki snapped. "In fact their was no trace of any student, Gryffindor or otherwise, so please help us try and figure out what did this or PISS OF"

Snape went red with rage and actually tried to draw his wand only to stop when Dumbledore roared at both of them, chastising Loki for his language and Snape for being unhelpful.

"Gilderoy, we shall speak tomorrow morning about what you suggested." Spoke the Headmaster slowly, as if he was talking to two very annoying children. "For now, there is nothing more we can do for this poor girl. Goodnight."

X-FLASHBACK END-X

Loki had followed the Headmaster from the Staff Table the next morning to his office and began discussing how they could set about protecting the students. It was agreed that teachers and prefects would take extra patrols each night. Dumbledore insisted he'd handle the investigation into the Chamber and Loki should focus on looking after students. Loki had even managed to convince the old man to allow a Duelling Club, to boost morale. Although Loki had the sickening feeling that the Headmaster had thought up of a use of it that would piss him off when Dumbledore's eyes began to sparkle and a half smile formed on his lips.

"Yes, yes. It's a good idea." Dumbledore said as he nodded his head. "When can you start?"

"I'll need a few weeks to speak with Filius, learn the rules and traditions associated with professional duelling." Loki answered. "First class should happen before you release the kids for winter break."

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It took a few weeks for Loki to work out what would be acceptable to show the kids and what you get him kicked out of Hogwarts for reckless endangerment. For extra security Loki decided to get Professor Babbling help him erect adjustable rune barriers around the duelling stages to protect the students from rogue spells.

"I figured we'd start with the basics, stance bows that sort of thing. Than show a few simple spells, Disarming and Stunning." Loki told Flitwick the night before the club's first meeting. "Than after Yule I'd we'd divide them up, you take higher years and I'd take the younger years on different nights and move at a steady pace. Sound good?"

"Sounds good. When are we notifying the students?" Flitwick asked back.

"Elves are putting up notes tonight." Loki answered. "Well, time for my patrol. Goodnight Filius."

"Goodnight Gilderoy." The diminutive professor called out as Loki left his office.

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Right, another chapter done. A bit short I know, but with the Duelling Club and the aftermath being such a major event I decided to give it it's own, independent mini-chapter. I slipped in a small reference to an awesome tabletop game's fluff, see if you can find it. If you got any questions about the fic ask them via review, I respond to all that I'm able to, or via the forum thread for the story, it's why I set it up. Well, I think that's everything I've gotta say so, hope you enjoyed the chapter.

This is Highvalour saying bye and thanks for reading.