No, no, not you

"Better out than in. Who was he trying to curse anyway?" Hagrid asked after giving Ron a bucket to throw up in.

Harry thought back at what had happened, and he didn't understand why Ron was so mad at Malfoy when he called Hermione a Mudblood, sure Harry had absolutely no idea what it meant but he was sure that Malfoy called them worse.

"Malfoy, he called Hermione, well… I don't exactly know what it means…" Harry said.

"He called me a Mudblood," Hermione said softly.

"He didn't!" Hagrid said indignantly.

"Okay, what is a Mudblood," Harry asked still not knowing why everyone reacted like this.

"It means dirty blood. Mudblood is a really foul name for someone who was muggle-born. Someone with muggle parents. Someone…like me, who's been bitten or cursed or… something else. It's not a term one usually hears in civilized conversation." Hermione answered.

"You see Harry, there are some creatures, like the Malfoy's family, who think they are better than everyone else because they're what people call pure-blood," Hagrid said.

"But, but that's horrible!" Harry yelled in disdain.

"It's disgusting," Ron said when he just threw up another snail.

"And, it's codswallop to the boot. Dirty blood, There's hardly a creature today that's not half-blood or less. If we hadn't married muggles and other creatures we'd have died out long ago." Hagrid said and looked over at Hermione. Besides, they haven't found a thing our Hermione doesn't know… Don't you think on it, Hermione. Don't you think on it even for a minute."

'Finally, detention is over! Seriously I didn't think there could be an even worse detention than cleaning all the dirty dishes of the great hall after! But seriously hadn't they got magic do to stuff like that?' Harry thought to himself when he was walking through the empty corridor. When he heard the voice again, the one he heard when he was having detention.

"Blood… I smell blood." The voice said, and Harry stopped immediately. He looked around to see who said it…and just to test it Harry took a sniff and smelled a faint smell of blood.

"Let me rip you… let me kill you…" The voice said, Harry started to panic and he walked a little faster, trying to follow the faint smell of blood.

When he turned the corner he came face to face with Hermione and Ron.

"Harry!" Hermione said.

"Did you hear it," Harry said panicked.

"Hear what?" Ron asked.

"That… voice." Harry said, still panicking.

"Voice what, voice?" Hermione said noticing Harry's panic.

"I heard it first in Lockhart's office and then again, just-

"Kill… time to kill..." The voice said again.

"It's moving. I think it's going to…kill." Harry said, smelling the faint blood becoming clearer now.

"What's that? Hanging underneath?" Ron asked

"That's Filch's cat. Mrs . orris." Harry said looking at the cat.

Harry's eyes shift to the adjacent window near the topmost pane, spiders were scuttling up a silvery thread, fighting to get through a crack in the glass.

"Look at that. Have you ever seen spiders act like that? Ron?" Hermione asked.

"I... don't... like... spiders, it's already hard being around Alice.

Suddenly, the stairwell was alive with voices and seconds later, dozens of students stream forth. When they stopped, seeing the wall and who was standing before it a thudding silence fell.

Draco pushed forward and looked at what was written on the wall.

"Enemies of the heir, beware," Draco said looking over at Hermione.

Hermione thought this was a sign that Draco believed that because she was a Mudblood she should better watch out, so she glared back at him.

What she didn't know was that Draco began to worry about her, to his own disdain.

"Do you think it's true? Do you think there really is a Chamber of Secrets?" Ron asked.

The golden trio was walking down the corridor after McGonagall's' class.

"Yes. Couldn't you tell, McGonagall's worried. All the teachers are."

"But if there really is a Chamber of Secrets, and it's really been opened, that means-

Harry was interrupted by Hermione.

"The Heir of Slytherin has returned to Hogwarts. The question is, who is it?" She said.

"Let's think. Who do we know who thinks Muggle-borns are scum." Ron said while looking over at Malfoy.

"If you're talking about him-

Hermione said.

"Of course! You saw how he looked at you after saying: 'Enemies of the heir beware' I swear he just wanted to say 'You'll be next, Mudbloods!' Ron said.

"I saw it. But Malfoy? Heir of Slytherin?" She said.

"Maybe Ron's right, Hermione. I mean, look at his family. The whole lot of them have been in Slytherin for centuries." Harry said.

"Crabbe and Goyle must know. We could trick them into telling." Ron said.

"No. Even they aren't that thick. But there might be another way. Mind you, it would be difficult. Not to mention we'd be breaking about fifty school rules. And it would be dangerous. Very dangerous." Hermione said.

"When do we start?" Ron said.

Harry was standing on a high pole, not having much space to balance things out and searching for the golden snitch. It was Harry's first game battling against Malfoy and he was kind of nervous. And right when he almost fell off of the pole, he heard the voice of the one and only.

"All right there, Scarhead?" Harry heard Malfoy say, and he looked behind him seeing that Malfoy was standing on an even higher pole but instead of struggling more than Harry did, the stupid git was standing there with a smirk on his perfect, rosy lips while having no struggle at all!

Suddenly there was a bludger almost landing on his face.

"Watch yourself, Harry!" Oliver said not noticing the bludger was coming back.

Harry started making a run for it, but the bludger just wouldn't get out of his hair!

"Training for the ballet, Potter!" Malfoy yelled not noticing the snitch flying right beside him.

Harry started running towards it while Malfoy's eyes widened seeing Harry running towards him. When Harry ran right passed him, Malfoy noticed the snitch too and was running side by side with Harry.

Harry was dodging all the wooden beams that crisscrossed their path, trying to catch the snitch while Malfoy was doing the same.

The bludger came back and kept following Harry and with following Harry it was destroying all the beams that were hiding its' path.

Harry was too entranced with the snitch he didn't notice that the bludger was getting too close. He also didn't notice when Malfoy kicked him, forcing Harry to almost fall off the 5 meters high track. He wanted to yell "WTF MALFOY!" but was stopped when Malfoy fell off the track, falling on the ground.

Harry continued to try and catch the snitch, and he was so close if it hadn't been for that irritating bludger! It smashed into Harry's arm, which forced him to fall off the track, but before he hit the ground Harry caught the snitch.

Harry rolled on his shoulder seeing a black dot coming closer to him. Harry instantly spins away before the bludger could smash his other bones into crumbles.

Hermione, Ron, and other people were running towards him. Hermione took Rons' wand and his hand and yelled, "Finite Incantatem!"

And the bludger exploded.

"Why does this stupid wand listens to you but not to me!" Ron said.

Harry laughed a little at that, but it stopped, feeling an awful pain in his arm.

"Not to worry Harry, I'll fix that arm of yours straight away," Lockhart said.

'O GOD PLEASE DON'T.' Harry thought.

"No, no, not you," Harry said with panic clear in his eyes.

Draco's p.o.v

"Hmpf…" Draco felt horrible, all of his muscles ached and then there was that stupid Madam Pomfrey exclaiming he was acting like a baby and that he was good to go while walking over to The amazing Harry Potter.

And did Draco get a thanks for saving the idiot who was too transfixed on the snitch? Nope, he was punished for endangering another student. 'Seriously, had nobody noticed that I had saved him! If it wasn't for my little push, Potter would've been in a much worse state. And with that push, I fell right off the track.' Draco thought bitterly. While walking towards the exit with Crabbe and Goyle, Draco heard Potter getting praised for winning the game.

When Draco was sitting on the couch of the Slytherin common room. He was getting praises all around him.

"Well done Draco, you didn't win the game but at least you tried to sabotage Potter!"

"You were so fast, faster than any seeker we have had in a long time!"

Draco was kind of used to this, that even when he fucked up, he would get praised so they'd get a better chance at getting close to Draco, it was a very Slytherin thing to do. And it didn't work. He was however shocked to hear two people that were actually worried.

"Are you okay Draco?" Crabbe asked.

"Would you like something to eat?" Goyle asked.

Draco was dumbfounded, seeing the worry of the two chupacabras.

"Yes, I'm fine." Draco said while thinking, 'Maybe they aren't so bad.'

Harry's p.o.v

Having had a weird conversation with Dobby and hearing there was another victim Harry fell into an uneasy sleep. The next day Harry was good to go thanks to the rapid healing of his vampire side.

Harry thought back at what happened on the pitch while walking towards the girl's bathroom and stopped at one thought. '…with a smirk on his perfect, rosy lips' Harry felt himself getting frustrated with himself again. 'Stupid Malfoy.'

Ron and Hermione were already there. Hermione was making a few finishing touches on the bubbling cauldron. And Harry explained what had happened last night.

"Again? You mean, the Chamber of Secrets has been opened before?" Hermione asked.

"Of course! Don't you see? Lucius Malfoy must've opened it when he was at school here, and now he's told Draco how to do it."

"Maybe. We'll have to wait for the Polyjuice Potion to know for sure." Hermione said

"Enlighten me. Why are we brewing this potion in broad daylight, in the middle of a girls' lavatory? Don't you think we'll get caught?" Ron asked.

"Never. No one overcomes in here." Hermione said.

"Why?" Ron asked

"Moaning Myrtle," Hermione answered.

"Who's Moaning Myrtle?" Ron asked and was answered by a piercing screech while a young ghost girl came racing out of the wall, facing Ron.

"I'm Moaning Myrtle. I wouldn't expect you to know me. Who would ever talk about fat, ugly, miserable, moping, Moaning Myrtle?" She said and dived into the toilet.

"She's a little sensitive." Hermione said.

"Gather round! Gather round! Can everyone see me? Can you all hear me? Excellent. In light of the dark events of recent weeks, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little Dueling Club, to train you all up in case you ever need to defend yourselves as I myself have done on countless occasions, for full details, see my published works." Lockhart said while walking on the stage. "Let me introduce my assistant Professor Snape. He has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration. Now I don't want any of you youngsters to worry. You'll still have your Potions Master when I'm through with him, never fear!"

The battle ended with Lockhart on the ground with everyone else trying not to laugh.

"Well, that was an excellent example for this, but if you don't mind me saying so, it was very obvious what you were about to do. If I wanted to stop you it would have been too easy." Lockhart said.

"Perhaps it would be prudent to first teach the students to block things, professor," Snape said.

"An excellent suggestion, Professor Snape. Let's have a volunteer pair. Potter, Weasley, how about you?" Lockhart said.

"Professor, you do know that with dueling you should pick students with the same, or very close power levels. And Weasley's wand causes devastation with the simplest spells. We'll be sending Potter to the hospital wing in a matchbox. Might I suggest someone from my own house? Malfoy, perhaps." Snape said which got everyone interested in the duel.

Harry and Malfoy were standing eye to eye with each other. Harry having his small dagger in his hand and Draco having a silver sharp ax in his.

"Scared Potter?" Malfoy said.

"You wish," Harry said.

They turned and walked a couple of paces, stopped, turned around and held their weapons ready for attack.

"Weapons ready! When I count to three, walk towards your opponent to disarm him, only to disarm. We don't want any accidents. One, two- Lockhart said but was interrupted by Malfoy walking toward Harry giving him a blow with his ax that made Harry fall on the ground.

Harry stood back up and started to charge for Malfoy.

"I said disarm only!" Lockhart said.

How it happened, Harry didn't know, but suddenly there was a snake on the stage and Harry started talking to it, asking if it could leave the boy it was hissing at. It worked and Harry wanted to help the boy but was stopped.

"What are you playing at?!" The boy said.

Harry then noticed everyone was looking at him with their mouths wide open.

Harry was walking with Ron and Hermione.

"You're a Parselmouth! Why didn't you tell us?! And how!" Ron yelled.

'Okay, seriously what's going on.' Harry thought.

"I'm a what?" Harry asked.

"You can talk to snake's," Hermione explained.

"I know. I mean, I accidentally set a python on my cousin Dudley at the zoo once. But so what? I bet loads of people here can do it." Harry said.

"No. They can't. It's not a very common gift, Harry. This is bad." Hermione said.

"What's bad? If I hadn't told that snake not to attack Justin-

"Oh, that's what you said to it," Ron said interrupting Harry.

"You were there! You heard me!" Harry said.

"I heard you speaking Parseltongue. Snake language." Ron said.

"I spoke a different language? But I didn't realize…how can I speak a language without knowing I can?" Harry asked.

"I don't know, Harry. But it sounded like you were egging the snake on or something. It was...creepy." Hermione said. "Harry, listen out me. Only hunters have such an ability to talk to animals and there's a reason the symbol of Slytherin house is a serpent. Salazar Slytherin was a parselmouth, actually, he was the only Parselmouth. There hasn't been another family that could talk to snakes.

"Exactly. And now the whole school's going to think you're his great-great-great-grandson or something, and with that they are gonna think you're part hunter and you know why Neville is keeping his identity a secret." Ron said.

"But I'm not. I... can't be." Harry said.

Hey :)

There you have it.

Oh, and I forgot to mention that Lockhart is still a wizard.

(btw, Alice is just a made up person that is half spider)

Thank you for reading this story! :D