Chapter Ten: Damsels In Distress

Students had begun to return back from their Christmas holidays. School was to start on the next day and everybody caught up with each other and spoke about their holidays. What was known as the Chamber of Secrets was completely forgotten, even if it was only for the moment. Students only wanted to 'enjoy' themselves for the time being, before plunging themselves into school, which consisted of homework and revision.


Ring-ring! Ring-ring! Professor Dumbledore had been staring into space, after a long day of work.

What's happening now? With the school's interest at heart, he hastily recorded a message in his Patronus and sent it to all Professors. The Headmaster rushed out of the room.


For those who had stayed at school...

Eva thundered. "WHERE IS MIA?"

"She should have been back by now," Padma muttered. Susa glanced up, her 'feud' with Mia completely forgotten as worry clouded her eyes.

"What does this all mean, Albus?" Professor McGonagall asked, slightly out of breath as she rushed to the scene where the student lay.

Madam Pomfrey examined the student and announced quietly, "Definitely Petrified, not dead."

"The Chamber of Secrets is indeed open." Professor Dumbledore replied solemnly.

Professor McGonagall gasped in horror. The Hogwarts nurse prepared to levitate the student, when a petrifying scream echoed off the walls.

"Quickly! I think I know where she might be." Padma said, beckoning her two best friends to follow. Hearing some voices, the girls quieted their fast and furious footsteps to listen.

They caught Madam Pomfrey saying, "Definitely Petrified, but not dead."

The Ravenclaws stared at each other in horror, as they had found out more terror had been unleashed on their beloved school. Just who was it? Susa and Padma insisted that one of them had to peek at who it was and pushed Eva to do it. Eva was hesitant, but as the bravest out of the three, she courageously took a peek.

What she saw was not what she expected. Her voice had been caught in her throat... no sound could come out. She attempted to stifle a scream. Tears cascaded down her cheeks uncontrollably and the scream was one that Susa and Padma knew that they did not want to hear ever again.

Professor Dumbledore turned around. "I'm sorry you had to see this. It's unfortunate that such things happen, but they do."

Padma and Susa were quietly crying as Eva did spoke to the Headmaster. The seriousness of the situation was enforced, when the Headmaster could only say,

"Miss Granger has been Petrified."


Rumours circulated around school like wildfire. The Chamber had 'captured' its latest victim: Ravenclaw Hermione Granger.

In other words, Hermione Granger had been Petrified.

Teachers were solemn in the loss of the brightest student in their classes; students were sympathetic and worried even more about themselves being attacked.


It seems like the big news hasn't reached this part of the school yet.

The Hufflepuffs were all laughing heartily at somebody's lame joke as someone charged through the door, panting and worried. It was Tara, fourth year Hufflepuff.

"Sorry to burst your bubbles, people. But somebody's been Petrified again."

All eyes immediately flickered towards the fourth year student.

"Who?" Somebody managed to ask after a long moment's of tense silence. Tara glanced sadly at Cedric, who looked so happy she did not want to burst his happy bubble. Their eyes locked, as Cedric's eyes widened in understanding and worry.

"It's Hermione."


It didn't seem like the wildfire news had reached the second year Slytherins either, for Blaise was still speaking quite light heartedly. He had a strange gleam to his eyes, which meant that he either had something mischievous up his sleeves, or he was just having fun 'torturing' someone with his words that he always twisted around to his advantage. This time, the victim of his twists with words was Pansy, who was one of his best female friends. He was interrogating her about the time when Harry and Hermione had pretended to be her and Theo Nott.

Not that he knew this, anyway.

"Don't you remember, at all? That day, you had a bit of curly hair, Pans." Blaise used words to gently probe through Pansy's armour of protection that shielded her from embarrassment or humiliation.

"Oh… really?" Pansy asked, not remembering anything and concealing her lack of knowledge. "Perhaps it was just the lighting and ambience we were in before."

Blaise raised an eyebrow in disbelief which Pansy noticed, but didn't comment on it. Theo burst into the room.

"Granger's been Petrified."

Three pairs of eyes glanced up so quickly that nobody would have noticed the tension entering the room.


Eva, Padma and Susa spent at least an hour each at the Hospital Wing every day. They desperately missed their best friend's presence.

To comfort the three girls, Madam Pomfrey quipped, in a reassuring voice. "The making of the cure has gone underway. Miss Granger will be conscious again soon."

Hopefully. The thought was added as an after-thought in the nurse's mind. After all, one didn't know where the remedy could go wrong.


Narcissa smiled with distinct happiness when she saw Draco's owl lightly tapping on the window. Oh, how she missed her son.

Draco's letter! She thought to herself excitedly. I wonder what has happened at school recently. She skimmed over the coveted letter from her son, whose Owls had lessened since first year. Her eyes became wider and wider as her expression contorted into one of pure horror, fury and anger. Only one thing came to mind.

"LUCIUS!"


It was the first time Harry, Neville and Ron visited Hermione since the attack.

"What are you doing here?" Susa asked in disgust.

"We're visiting 'Mione, if that's what you mean." Harry said smartly, glowering slightly at Susa.

It was a fact that Harry and Susa had a... 'grudge' against each other. Nobody knew what had happened between them before Hogwarts; it just was a plain fact that they disliked each other immensely. After a heated glare conversation that conspired in silence, they nodded. A truce, was agreed upon... for now. It was just for Hermione, their dear friend that served as a link between them.

A silence came between the Gryffindors and the Ravenclaws. Eva held Hermione's hand while Padma brushed her hair. It was becoming a daily routine.

It was this day when Eva felt something slightly sharp poke her. She gently pried open Hermione's hand, to find Hermione tightly clutching the crumpled sheet of paper. Evidently, nobody had noticed this as they were all dozing off, still clad in their school uniforms. She unfolded the parchment, smoothing out the creases. On the parchment, was Hermione's usually neat writing scrawled quickly. Eva could just about decipher the words Pipes, which had an arrow leading to Myrtle's Bathroom and then an arrow leading to Creature: Basilisk. At the bottom of the parchment in small script, was somebody is controlling the basilisk.

Eva gasped. Hermione had almost solved the riddle that was the Chamber of Secrets! She also noticed a post script, which said that one needed to be a Parselmouth to enter.

After a few moments, she emerged from her thoughts. Using Hermione's leads and theories, Eva knew that the situation at Hogwarts would soon dissipate away once the Boy-Who-Lived came along. After all, he was a Parselmouth. This particular skill would help them immensely.


Lucius was working in his study when he heard a bloodcurdling screech for his presence.

What does the woman want now? He wondered idly, as he slowly made his way to his wife's parlour. Not more money, I hope. He felt embarrassed as stingy thoughts of money came to mind. When he entered the room, it was not a scene he expected to see. His wife was sobbing her eyes out as she completely soaked her handkerchief until there was not a spot where she could dry her flooding eyes.

"Narcissa? What's wrong?"

"Draco's letter... apparently, the Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Again." Narcissa's tears had stopped, but it was clear that she had been crying for a long time, for her eyes were puffy.

Lucius blinked. Why was the woman crying when nothing was going to happen to her son?

Narcissa growled in frustration, which was so unlike the normal expectation of how a woman should act in the presence of others. "Mia has been Petrified!"

Lucius's eyes widened in shock. "What?"

"You heard me, Lucius. And you said she'd be safe!" Narcissa answered snippily.

"But... the Glamour Charm... the basilisk should have been able to detect that Mia is a pureblood." He said worriedly.

"Obviously, your Glamour Charm was too strong, Lucius. Obviously, the basilisk thought she was a muggleborn. And obviously, she's now Petrified and who knows when cure will come along!" Narcissa gave Lucius an intense glare, so intense, that he flinched outwardly.

"And your son..." She added, the glare further intensifying into that of pure fury. "Has been so heavily influenced by your ridiculous teachings regarding blood superiority."

"So...?" Lucius trailed off.

"What do you mean by so? Your son has referred to our daughter as that disgusting m word!" She shrieked. Lucius tried to pat her back, still not understanding what his wife meant.

"LUCIUS! How can you be so dense?"

His expression was still blank. Narcissa heaved a breath and Lucius instinctively knew what she meant. He knew was to assume the worst.

"He's referring to her as... a mudblood." Narcissa whispered, not before breaking into tears and wailing once more. "And she isn't one!"


Ginny stared into space, her lips quivering from shock. Recently on some nights, she found herself covered and smeared with chicken feathers all over. She recalled her hands shimmering with bright red blood...

What have I been doing? She could never remember anything she did... she remembered finding the diary, buried deep inside her trunk. She found her only friend that was always there for her. Tom. She sighed. If only he was real...

It was just before Christmas when she found the diary. Just after she had that huge fight with Luna and Lena. Although they (she, Luna and Lena) were good friends now, she relied on Tom heavily to help her cope at school. He was so... comforting, he always knew the right thing to say when she was down. He was the best friend a girl could ever have.

She suddenly stopped in the middle of the corridor. Have I been the one Petrifying and endangering Hogwarts? Deductive reasoning made her realise what had been happening at Hogwarts for the past 3 months. I have! Guilty, Ginny rushed back to the common room and knew what she had to do. Somehow, she had to dispose of the diary, out of harm's reach.

But where?


A few months passed by, as the Ravenclaw Trio (one member less from their usual Quartet), the Gryffindor Trio and the Hufflepuff worked together to save the school using Hermione's leads. Indeed, relationships (friendships) had improved due to their 'united front', to stand together and save Hermione, the rest of the Petrified victims and Hogwarts.

"I'm tired of all this reading and looking up information." Susa said bluntly, after 4 hours of research about basilisks and spiders.

"The spiders are creeping me out..." Ron shuddered from seeing all the graphic images of the spiders, his worst fear.

"Don't be so immature, Ronald." Neville muttered.

"We have to save Hermione." Harry finished. Ron rolled his eyes in exasperation.


Ginny felt a rather groggy feeling overcome her. She did not know and was not remotely aware of what was happening, for a 'spirit' had materialised from nowhere. She felt strangely comforted by the presence, until she realised who it was.

"Tom Riddle," she whispered almost inaudibly, her eyes slowly fluttering shut. "You betrayed me."


It was Padma and Neville's turn to take the night shift in 'accompanying' Hermione in case she awoke. Of course, she would not, unless she administered the cure. They all clung on to hope, hoping and wishing day-by-day that she would awake soon, even without the cure. Despite the fact that it was after hours, Madam Pomfrey sympathised with the young second years (and fourth year) and allowed them to stay overnight...

Eva, being the most organised person after Hermione, had set up a schedule for all of the shifts during the day.

The two of them had inadvertently dozed off from all of the stress from homework, revision and Hermione's situation; therefore they could not really 'accompany' Hermione in her deep sleep. This effectively allowed the shadow that had appeared from nowhere to levitate the Petrified Hermione out of the hospital wing.

Oh my, were Neville and Padma in for some serious trouble tomorrow. They were only slightly lucky in the fact that it was Saturday. Trouble would not come until the latter part of the morning.


Almost as if she had been Imperio'd, in a zombie-like state, she wrote the letters in capitals carefully onto the pristine white walls.

"You can't make me do this!" She screamed in her mind. "You can't. You can't!"

"Oh yes I can. And I am." Tom replied smugly, also inside her mind. "I'm making you do everything I want to complete."

"This has been going on for hours. I am sick of this." Tom said, frustrated after a few moments. Ginny did not reply as she obediently, but resisting a little bit, wrote on the walls with her index finger, which was covered in shimmering red blood.

"Aww... you poor, poor girl. Only because I feel a tiny bit of ... humane feelings at the moment, I shall allow you to write a 'goodbye letter'. To Harry Potter, perhaps?" Tom asked in a cruel tone as he cackled loudly.

Ginny's hands shook as she continued to scrawl on the wall - in a shimmering bright red colour - and leaving distinctly brown feathers trailing after her block letters.


The next morning...

Harry had woken up early to reread everything in his research, as well as that of Hermione's. His brows furrowed in concentration as he attempted to make a link between everything so that he would understand what was going on in the chaotic situation that was the Chamber of Secrets.

Moments passed by as he became wearier, extremely unsure of the facts in front of him. Then, his eyes widened, more and more, until only three words flashed in his mind. I've got it.

Padma rubbed her eyes to greet the early morning sunshine. She turned over on her seat and glanced over, to check on Hermione and Neville. Neville was still there. Her eyes widened when she saw that Hermione wasn't in her bed. Extremely worried, she shook Neville awake. "Neville! Neville! Hermione's not in her bed!"

Neville flinched from her touch as his eyes groggily fluttered open. "Wha-?"

"Hermione's not in her bed!" Padma was becoming more desperate. "She's not here!"

"What?" His voice was more coherent now.


A Silencing Charm was cast.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Eva asked, immediately rushing to the Gryffindor common room when she received Harry's message.

"Definitely. I'm a 110% sure of this plan." Harry replied, preparing his Invisibility Cloak and searching for his wand.

"And Ron?"

"I don't want to wake him."

"Why, Harry. I'm flattered!" Eva said in a mock-simpering voice.

"Don't be." Harry smirked. Eva rolled her eyes.

"It's sarcasm, Harry."

It was moments later when somebody spoke. It was Harry. "You have your wand with you?"

A nod from Eva.

"We're ready."


It was there in messy, blood red writing under the first message that the heir had made. This time, it was a longer message. Her body shall lie in the Chamber forever. The other one will stay by the Heir's side, second in command.

Professor McGonagall sighed, glancing back at the wall. She knew that with time, the problem at hand would be fixed. But for now... the school had to suffer with a poor surveillance.

Poor Ginny Weasley. How Dumbledore would have solved this issue in a matter of days. Without him, we may have lost two students forever. She thought gloomily.

"Minerva! Minerva!" A feminine voice called from afar. She shook herself from her reverie.

"Yes Poppy? What is the matter?" She asked worriedly.

"It's Hermione Granger. Her body isn't in the Hospital Wing."

"What?" Professor McGonagall knew they had to act, quickly.

The Headmaster was gone. It was all because of the School Governors and Lucius Malfoy that he had been kicked out of Hogwarts. One could say exiled, even. And the Headmaster was the best one that the school had ever seen for a very long time!

She sighed as two pairs of eyes were staring in shock at the scene in front of them.


"You have got to be joking." Susa said in an appalled voice.

"Who told you to doze off?" Ron asked, slightly frustrated.

Padma shook her head, a small tear escaping from her eyes. Neville took one of his hands out of his pockets and patted her awkwardly, perhaps just to make her feel better. It was a nice gesture, but it didn't really do very much to comfort her.

Her body shall lie in the Chamber forever. The other one will stay by the Heir's side, second in command.

Harry and Eva were too shocked to speak.

Eventually, she could only say, "Quickly." And she awkwardly ushered Harry into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.


"What are we going to do?" Susa asked impatiently.

"And where are Harry and Eva?" Neville piped up. Everyone glanced around, having completely forgotten them.


"Down the pipe then." Eva said in a matter-of-fact voice.

"You know, just like a slide!" Harry smiled slightly, just to reassure Eva. She hummed and suddenly jumped down.

They landed with a 'thump' on the ground.


They had just arrived at the Headmistress's office. Knocking on the door, the four of them heaved a breath, waiting for the impending lecture or punishment they would face.

"Come in." A voice came from inside. The distinct sound of four different footsteps echoed on the concrete floor.

"What is the matter?" The voice asked.

"Harry and Eva are missing!"


"So how do we get in? You know, we do need to hurry up a little, because the slower we get there, the more likely Weasley dies." Eva babbled, almost uncaringly. But it was evident that she was simply overreacting and not thinking all too coherently.

Harry shushed her. "I hear sounds," he whispered. Both of them craned near the wall to listen.

All Eva heard was hissing and Harry... as he was a Parselmouth, he heard everything. She will be dead soon, and I will be alive once more. I will have a powerful witch to be my most faithful servant... I shall be the most feared and powerful in the world!

"I'll go in." Harry said determinedly.

"What?" Eva hissed.

"I don't want anything to happen to you because of me."

"Why is this because of you? This hero-saving complex thing is becoming vaguely irritating." Eva said in a matter-of-fact tone. "In fact-"

"I think I know who this 'Heir' is." He cut her off.

After more arguing, Harry won by saying that they were losing time and they agreed to a compromise. If Eva saw/heard anything suspicious, she would jump in and help him. This was only in an emergency, though Eva knew that she would probably break the agreement, which she refrained from saying aloud.

"Good luck." She could only say.


Whispers filled the Great Hall that lunchtime.

"Harry Potter and Eva Carter are missing!"

"Really?"

"Apparently, Hermione Granger has been eaten up by the creature in the Chamber!"

"What?"

"That sounds like a whole load of bull."

"No! I heard that Granger herself is the Heir!"

"NO WAY! I got the impression that Granger was Petrified..."

"Yeah, and she's killed the Weasley girl..."


He gasped in horror. "What the..." He walked closer and closer towards the still corpse of Ginny Weasley. He instantly bent down to the ground.

"Ginny! Ginny! Please wake up!" He said frantically.

"She won't wake." A voice from behind said softly.

"Tom... Riddle?" Harry asked, almost to himself when he turned around and noticed who the voice belonged to.

"Harry Potter! I've been waiting for this very day we meet." A tall, handsome boy of around 16 announced arrogantly.

Eva's eyes widened from the shadows as she peeked through the small gap in between the wall. This is not going to be good. Wand at the ready, she continued staring until the bells of her mind rang for her to make her entry into the notorious and legendary Chamber.

The idiot won't give his wand to him! Eva thought frantically.

Riddle was now explaining to Harry what had been going on in the past few months, leading up to Ginny's current state = unconsciousness, nearing death. Please, Harry. Don't lose your temper! Eva noticed his hands were clenched into fists. As if he had heard her, he unclenched them slowly...

She had tuned out the whole conversation, only to catch the most important bit that would haunt her for years to come.

"Voldemort," the man paused. "Is my past, present and future, Harry Potter..." He took out Harry's wand and traced three words in the air.

TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE

Eva was dreading the worst. No. It couldn't be.

A swish of Harry's wand. And it rearranged to the words which made the worst nightmare possible.

I AM LORD VOLDEMORT

Eva flinched. There, the orphan boy grew up to be the man who murdered Harry's parents and many other she emerged from her thoughts, she noticed Harry's face becoming paler, as Harry was explaining in an off-hand way, as to who was the best sorcerer in the world. Albus Dumbledore.

Suddenly, the song of a phoenix flooded through the Chamber. A phoenix flew through the entrance of the Chamber, clutching onto a worn-out hat. The Sorting Hat. More talking between Riddle and Harry continued.

This is not how we planned. Harry, please stop bluffing. It will get you nowhere. Time is what you need. She sighed quietly, aware of the fact that Harry was treading on thin ice.

Lost in her thoughts, she did not know whether to emerge to face the greatest evil alive or to cowardly stay behind the shadows of the walls. She was brought out of her thoughts when she heard Riddle say,

"Let me introduce you to someone you may know." Riddle said suddenly. A girl stepped out from the Slytherin gargoyle's mouth, smirking cruelly. Her hair was refined, as it had been done up in a French twist and she was wearing a beautiful medieval dark red gown, which billowed about in the light winds in the Chamber.

"Hello Harry." The girl smiled, the smile not quite reaching her blank and hollow eyes that seemed to be in a trance, which were narrowing.

Harry blinked, twice. He said, frantically. "Hermione. You have to fight yourself out of this trance. I don't know what Riddle's put you in, but you need to fight him!"

She was the second in command? When and how did she become conscious? She hasn't taken the cure yet!

"Oh, no. She won't fight me. It's you she will be fighting. Hermione... fight him, won't you darling?" Riddle stood with his arms crossed, gazing amusedly at them.

It seemed as though Riddle was bored at the fighting between Harry and Hermione. Hissing ensued... and the basilisk emerged.

Eva was appalled at Riddle, for making the basilisk fight for him. Just how could he consider himself to be the 'greatest sorcerer in the world'?

"Fight him, won't you darling?" Riddle's voice echoed the Chamber again, this time the order directed to both the basilisk and Hermione.

She knew Harry was outnumbered, but knew that now was not the time to go out to fight. Hermione was holding a basilisk fang against Harry! Heaving a breath, she knew that she had to keep her eyes on the fight and watch until it was her turn to go out. She cheered inwardly when she saw blood dripping from the basilisk's eyes – it was blinded by Fawkes! But the basilisk still continued lunging at Harry and wouldn't stop.

She knew it was still too early. But she couldn't leave Harry there, fighting on his own. It was time to pounce. Quickly memorising all the spells (or lack thereof, for Lockhart's lessons had been useless, even if he was handsome) that they had learned this year, she knew it was too basic, but it was better than nothing.

She cast the Wingardium Leviosa spell, which sent both Hermione and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named levitating up in the air, struggling to get back down onto the ground.

"I knew you had backup." Riddle taunted to Harry, who glared at Riddle first, then at Eva for emerging, when he had specifically told her to stay and wait. She cast an apologetic look at him.

Now, as there were two of them, the basilisk did not know where to turn. Intrigued by the 'new' smell, it turned towards Eva. I do hope the extra reading will help me. She thought to herself.

Distracted by the basilisk, she inadvertently released the spell holding Hermione and Riddle in the air. Hermione immediately stabbed Harry with the fang she was holding. Harry did not notice this and so he could not block it with Gryffindor's famed sword that he had extracted from the sorting hat. With his immune system weakening drastically, he handed it to Eva, who knew it was up to her to save Ginny and Hermione.

"The famous Harry Potter's life has come to an end." Riddle cackled. "What are you going to do now, Miss Carter? You know you can't hurt your best friend – remember, this is her. Whatever you do to her, will affect her."

He paused, drinking in the terrified girl's expression. "You don't know what to do, do you?" He chuckled evilly.

But then she realised something that Riddle didn't notice... "Fawkes!" she called. He glanced at her in surprise. Phoenix tears had healing powers. Now it was going to be even.

Hermione charged towards Eva, who was still distracted. With her quick reaction, she dodged out of the way and hence the sword-fang fight between the girls, a bloody and violent one that is too explicit to even describe in words.

Harry noticed that his vision of the Chamber was slowly focusing back to normal, unlike its fuzziness when he was slowly dying from the stab of the venomous fang. He thanked the phoenix profusely for preventing his death.

The sword-fang fight between Eva and Hermione had escalated to a climax. Hermione had the upper hand, but suddenly, the fang snapped in half.

One half of the fang flew up into the air... and Harry caught it. As if he already knew this by instinct, Harry stabbed the diary...

Riddle's screams echoed off the walls of the Chamber. The fighting between Eva and Hermione had ceased, for Hermione had collapsed into Eva's arms, twitching madly. The basilisk was dead too. A faint moan came from the unconscious Ginny Weasley.

Hermione's eyes fluttered open and got up stiffly, glancing around the Chamber. "Where am I?" She wondered aloud. Eva noticed this and looked intently into Hermione's eyes. Noting the sparkle in her eyes, she smiled and hugged her best friend.

"I'm glad you're safe."

"You're covered in blood, Evie!" Hermione protested. Harry ran up to Hermione and hugged her.

"You're safe!" Harry said happily. Hermione smiled.

Together, the four of them went out of the Chamber, slowly making their way towards the Headmistress's office.


At the office, Hermione collapsed, still affected as a Petrified victim. She was taken straight away to the Hospital Wing to administer a large dose of Mandrake Draught.

Harry and Eva explained everything to the Headmistress, from start to end. The Headmistress told them that they had probably broken a hundred school rules in a matter of hours, but it didn't matter in this situation, as long as they (and everyone else) were safe.


At the feast later that night...

Hermione was the last victim that hadn't left the Hospital Wing yet, for she still had not regained consciousness.

The hall was slightly tense with the exclusion of the one-quarter of the Ravenclaw Quartet, but people still continued talking to mask this anomaly. Despite this, it was a feast that nobody had ever been to. Everybody was in much higher spirits than they had been just before Christmas. There was joy and merriment observed everywhere.

Suddenly - the entrance door burst open. Everyone stopped their activities and craned their necks to catch a glimpse as to who it was. Multiple gasps sounded and echoed each other at once when the figure stepped into the hall.

It was Hermione, still beautiful, even after the ordeal. She was still clad in her medieval dress (it was clean) and French twist (surprisingly, it was still intact after the sword-fang fight!) for she could not find her uniform. Smiles graced the face of everybody (even the Slytherins!) as Hermione walked in, albeit a little quickly, as she rushed over to the Ravenclaw table. Everyone knew she had been through a lot - a distressing period for her - and decided to mind their own businesses, though there were some people who still continued to gape at her.

Nosey swots, aren't they?

She ran up to the Ravenclaw and hugged all of her friends. Choruses of "I missed you!" overtook the sounds of other students' chatter. Harry, Ron, Neville and Cedric also went to the Ravenclaw table, to see how their friend was doing.

Overall, although it had been such an ordeal for her, Hermione felt happy. She revelled in the moment, enjoying and taking in the euphoria around her.


Getting off the Hogwarts Express a few days later at King's Cross...

Hermione smiled at her friends, the best in existence. "Indeed. It may have been the most adventurous and dangerous year yet."


Hello there. Take out your shades and shield the sunshine! We'll all be relaxing in our bikinis and swim wear, wearing straw hats, sipping martinis and lapping up the sun as we anticipate what is to happen next year, won't we? I know I will be.

Well, it's a happily ever after this time around, sort of. Yes, it's been an interesting but dangerous year for our favourite Hogwarts students... our favourite Gryffindors and Ravenclaws combining what they have: their bravery, courageousness, wit and intelligence to save the day.

More from me next year,

Xoxo.

The Lady of Secrets