As the four of them fought their way through the teeming corridors at the end of the lesson that Neville spoke. "I always had a feeling that Slytherin was the one that started all that pureblood stuff, it guessed that from all the stories I heard about him along with the other founders. I wouldn't want to be in that house even more now." Jennifer was glad that the sorting hat didn't consider putting her into Slytherin, she did hear about Slytherin from her father. There was no way that she wanted to be in the same house as Draco Malfoy, that was just a disturbing thought right there. Hermione nodded as Neville said that but Harry didn't say anything.

"Well, the hat considered me for Ravenclaw. But it decided to put me into Gryffindor."

"Really? I would never thought the hat would consider that for you." Jennifer looked over at Hermione.

"Hermione, unless if you hadn't noticed I am one of the five top students in our year. You are the tops in our year. I am like third or fourth I think, for I want to saw that there are a couple of Ravenclaws behind you before it is me." As they were being pushed through the crowd that Colin went past them.

"Hiya, Jennifer!"

"Hullo, Colin."

"Jennifer, Jennifer, a boy in my class has been saying Ron's ..." Colin was unable to finish due to being small that he couldn't fight against the tide of people going against him or past him. "See you, Harry!" Than Colin was gone.

"What's a boy in his class saying about Ron?"

"That he is Slytherin's heir, I expect or something like that, as if I care."

"People here'll believe anything. But it doesn't matter, we are not friends with Ron anyway." Jennifer nodded when Neville said that. The crowd thinned and they were able to climb the next staircase without difficulty, Jennifer was still wondering about the chamber and decided to ask.

"D'you really think there's a Chamber of Secrets?"

"I don't know, Dumbledore couldn't cure Mrs. Norris, that much is apparent since we hadn't seen her since the attack, and that makes me think that whatever attacked her might not be - well - human. As Hermione said that, that they turned a corner and found themselves at the corridor of where the attack happened, they stopped and looked. The scene was just like that night expect that there was no stiff cat hanging from the torch bracket and an empty chair.

"That's where Filch has been keeping guard." They looked at each other, there was no one else around. "Can't hurt to have a poke around." Jennifer drop her bag before she got to her hands and knees so that she could crawl along, searching for clues. Harry also did the same thing as well, but it was Harry of who noticed some marks on the floor.

"Scorch marks! Here - and here -" Jennifer went over to where Harry found them and looked at it, it could have been a flame but it didn't seem quite right almost like it was caused by something other than flame.

"Come and look at this! This is funny . . . ." Jennifer and Harry got up before crossing towards the window next to the message on the wall. Hermione was pointing at the topmost pane of where around twenty spiders were scuttling and were trying to fight to get through a small crack. A long silvery thread was dangling like a rope as they all climbed it in their hurry to get outside.

"Have you ever seen spiders act like that?"

"No, have any off you?" Jennifer and Neville shook their heads, for neither one of them seen anything like that before.

"Remember all that water on the floor? Where did that come from? Someone's mopped it up." Jennifer went over to where the chair was and to the door before she spoke up.

"It was about here. Level with this door." Jennifer was about ready to reach out for the doorknob but stopped when she realized it was Moaning Myrtle's place.

"What's the matter?"

"It's Moaning Myrtle's place. Hermione stood up and went over to the door.

"Like as if anyone would be in there." They didn't pay nay heed of the out of order sign as Hermione open the door and they went inside. The bathroom hasn't changed since the last time Jennifer case in here the first time without know about Myrtle. It was still as gloomy and depressing as ever, there was a large cracked and spotted mirror and there was a row of chipped sinks. The floor was damp and reflected the dull light given odd by the stubs of a few candles so that they were burning low in their holders. The wooden doors of the stalls were flaking and scratched, one of the doors was dangling off of it's hinges. Hermione put her fingers to her lips before setting towards the end stall, upon reaching there that Hermione spoke.

"Hello, Myrtle, how are you?" Jennifer, Harry and Neville went to look, Moaning Myrtle was flailing above the toilet picking a spot on her chin,

"This is a girls' bathroom." Moaning Myrtle was eyeing Neville and Harry suspiciously. "They're not girls."

"No, I just wanted to show them how er - nice it is in here." She waved at the dirty old mirror and the damp floor, Harry than mouthed to Hermione.

'Ask her if she saw anything?'

"What are you whispering?" Myrtle was staring at Harry.

"Nothing, We wanted to ask -"

"I wish people would stop talking behind my back!" Myrtle's voice was choked with tears. "I do have feelings, you know, even if I am dead -"

"Myrtle, no one wants to upset you, Harry only -"

"No one wants to upset me! That's a good one! My life was nothing but misery at this place and now people come along ruining my death!"

"We wanted to ask you if you've seen anything funny a cat was attacked right outside your front door on Halloween."

"Did you see anyone near here that night?"

"I wasn't paying attention, Peeves upset me so much I came in here and tried to kill myself Then, of course, I remembered that I'm - that I'm ... " Neville than spoke up

"Already dead." Myrtle gave a tragic sob before she rose up into the air, turned over before diving head first into the toilet. Of which caused the water to splash all over them and Myrtle vanished from sight, but from the sound of her muffled sobs that she was somewhere in the U-bend. Harry and Neville stood there with their mouths open, Jennifer and Hermione shrugged, they know that was normal for Myrtle.

"Honestly, that was almost cheerful for Myrtle ... Come on, let's go." After talking to Myrtle that they went back to the common room, they tried to do their charms homework but it was rather difficult to do with wondering of who could have opened the chamber of secret. After a while Hermione slammed the standard book of spells grade two shut of which is rather surprising for Hermione. Than she spoke up in a quiet voice,

"Who can it be, though? Who'd want to frighten all the Squibs and Muggle-borns out of Hogwarts?"

"Let's think. Who do we know who thinks Muggle-borns are scum?" Jennifer looked at Hermione, Hermione looked back but was in convinced though, Neville didn't seem convinced either.

"If you're talking about Malfoy -"

"He is likely, but there are a few others. But he seems the most likely with what he said when Mrs. Norris was found attack of where that writing is."

"Malfoy, the Heir of Slytherin?" Harry closed his books

"Look at his family. The whole lot of them have been in Slytherin; he's always boasting about it. They could easily be Slytherin's descendants. His father's definitely evil enough."

"So they might know of how to open the chamber, so that knowledge could have been passed down. I know that I am part of an old pureblood line, from what my dad told me of a few things that there are some things that are handed down from one generation to another. So handing the knowledge of opening the chamber could be one of them in the Malfoy family."

"Well, I suppose it's possible ..."

"But how do we prove it?"

"There might be a way." Hermione dropped her voice. "Of course, it would be difficult. And dangerous, very dangerous. We'd be breaking about fifty school rules, I expect -"

"Are you sure that this is a good idea?" Jennifer looked at Neville when he said that.

"Do you have any ideas, Neville, if you do, now would be a good idea to suggest them." Neville shook his head than Jennifer looked at Hermione. "Hermione, what is this way?"

"What we'd need to do is to get inside the Slytherin common room and ask Malfoy a few questions without him realizing it's us."

"But that's impossible. I might be able to sneak in there but hiding and not being found and sneaking out would be the problem." Hermione raised an eyebrow when Jennifer said that, Jennifer shrugged, Hermione seem to decided not to pay heed of the last thing Jennifer said.

"No, it's not. All we'd need would be some Polyjuice Potion."

"Snape brought that up in class not to long ago, but I can't remember when he brought it up." Harry and Neville looked at Jennifer. "What? Do you think Hermione is the only one that pays attention in class."

"Snape mentioned it in class a few weeks ago, it transforms you into somebody else. Think about it! We could change into four of the Slytherins. No one would know it was us. Malfoy would probably tell us anything. He's probably boasting about it in the Slytherin common room right now, if only we could hear him."

"Are you sure that this will work? What if we were stuck looking like three of the Slytherins forever?" Hermione waved her hand impatient ply.

"It wears off after a while. But getting hold of the recipe will be very difficult. Snape said it was in a book called Moste Potente Potions and it's bound to be in the Restricted Section of the library." There was only one way to get out a book from the Restricted Section: they would need a signed note of permission from a teacher.

"Hard to see why we'd want the book, really. Unless of we were going to try and make one of the potions."

"I think, that if we made it sound as though we were just interested in the theory, we might stand a chance ..."

"Oh, come on, what teacher would fall for that. They'd have to be really thick . . . ." The look that the other three were giving her told her of who would be at thick in the head. Jennifer knew that she wasn't going to like it at all.

Since the pixies that Lockhart hasn't bother to bring live creatures again, of which Jennifer was glad of. Instead he read passages from his books to the class, a few times Jennifer slept through the reading along with Harry and Neville. It seems that Lockhart didn't mind or cared. However he managed to drag either Harry or Jennifer up there to rebadged some of the dramatic bits. Harry and Jennifer were forced to play a simple Transylvanian villager that was cured of a babbling curse, a yeti with a head cold and a vampire that was unable to eat anything expect lettuce since Lockhart dealt with the vampire. Honestly, the chances of Jennifer going to Asgard was better than the stories in the books being true but she didn't being it up. However Harry was the one that was dragged up in their next defense against the dark arts class, this time as a werewolf.

"Nice loud howl, Harry - exactly - and then, if you'll believe it, I pounced - like this - slammed him to the floor - thus with one hand, I managed to hold him down - with my other, I put my wand to his throat -I then screwed up my remaining strength and performed the immensely complex Homorphus Charm - he let out a piteous moan - go on, Harry - higher than that - good - the fur vanished - the fangs shrank - and he turned back into a man. Simple, yet effective - and another village will remember me forever as the hero who delivered them from the monthly terror of werewolf attacks." Jennifer rolled her eyes as Lockhart did that, it was lame when he acts his stories. When the bell ran that Lockhart got to his feet.

"Homework - compose a poem about my defeat of the Wagga Wagga Werewolf! Signed copies of Magical Me to the author of the best one!" Jennifer rolled her eyes when he said that, like as if she cares about hai books, if something happens to him this year that she was going to burn his books. Harry joined Hermione, Neville and Jennifer in the back as the class started to leave.

"Ready?"

"Wait till everyone's gone. All right . . . " Hermione approached Lockhart's desk with the piece of paper clutched tightly in her hand with Jennifer, Harry, and Neville right behind her. "Er - Professor Lockhart? I wanted to - to get this book out of the library. Just for background reading." Hermione held out the piece of paper to Lockhart, her hand was shaking slightly. "But the thing is, it's in the Restricted Section of the library, so I need a teacher to sign for it - I'm sure it would help me understand what you say in Gadding with Ghouls about slow-acting venoms."

"Ah, Gadding with Ghouls!" Lockhart took the note from Hermione before Lockhart smiling widely at her. "Possibly my very favorite book. You enjoyed it?"

"Oh, yes. So clever, the way you trapped that last one with the tea-strainer -"

"Well, I'm sure no one will mind me giving the best student of the year a little extra help." Lockhart pulled out an enormous peacock quill. "Yes, nice, isn't it?" Lockhart had misreading the revolted look on Jennifer's face. "I usually save it for book-signings." Lockhart scrawled an enormous loopy signature on the note and handed it back to Hermione. While Hermione folded the note with fumbling fingers and slipped it into her bag that Lockhart looked at Jennifer and Harry.

"So, Harry, Jennifer. Tomorrow's the first Quidditch match of the season, I believe? Gryffindor against Slytherin, is it not? I hear you two are useful player. I was a Seeker, too. I was asked to try for the National Squad, but preferred to dedicate my life to the eradication of the Dark Forces. Still, if ever you two feel the need for a little private training, don't hesitate to ask. Always happy to pass on my expertise to less able players ..." Jennifer wanted to slap Lockhart but Harry made an indistinct noise in his throat before they hurried after Neville and Hermione. As they looked at the signature that Jennifer spoke.

"I don't believe it. He didn't even look at the book we wanted." It was Harry who spoke up.

"That's because he's a brainless git, you knew that from day one, Jennifer. But who cares, we've got what we needed -"

"He is not a brainless git." Hermione said that as they half ran toward the library.

"Just because he said you were the best student of the year -" They dropped their voices as they entered the stillness of the library before heading over to Madam Pince, the librarian.

"Moste Potente Potions?" Madam Oince tried to take the note from Hermione, but Hermione wouldn't let go.

"I was wondering if I could keep it." Jennifer wrenched it form Hermione's grasp before thrusting it at Madam Pince,

"Hermione, Madam Pince need to seen it. We'll get you another autograph. Lockhart'll sign anything if it stands still long enough." Madam Pince held the note to the light as though she was looking for a forgery but it passed the test. She stalked away between the lofty shelves and retire. Several minutes later carrying a large and moldy looking book. Hermione put the book carefully into her bag before they left the library, trying not to look too quitly or walk to fast. Five minutes later that they were barricaded in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, once more. No one objected this since it was clear that no one would come here looking for anything, like a potion, so that they were guaranteed some privacy, moaning Myrtle was crying noisily in her stall but they were ignoring her and she was ignoring them, so no trouble there. Hermione opened Moste Potente Potions carefully and he four of them bent over the damp spotted pages. It was clear that from a glacé of why the book belonged in the restricted section, some of potions had effects that were too gruesome to think about. Jennifer wanted to throw up from looking at some of the drawings on the pages of the book.

"Here it is." Jennifer looked at the page that said, The Polyjuice Potion. It was decorated with drawings of people halfway through transforming into other people. Jennifer hoped that the artist was imagining the look of intense pain on their faces. Compared to the other drawings that this drawings were not quite as bad as the other pages she she see. As they scanned the recipe that Hermione spoke,

"This is the most complicated potion I've ever seen, Lacewing flies, leeches, fluxweed, and knotgrass." Hermione was running her finger down the list of ingredients. "Well, they're easy enough, they're in the student store- cupboard, we can help ourselves ... Oooh, look, powdered horn of a bicorn - don't know where we're going to get that - shredded skin of a boomslang -. that'll be tricky, too and of course a bit of whoever we want to change into."

"What? We need bits of whoever we are changing into? That is disgusting." Hermione went on as though she hadn't heard Jennifer.

"We don't have to worry about that yet, though, because we add those bits last ..." Jennifer turned to Harry and Neville, Neville seem like he couldn't talk at the moment.

"D'you realize how much we're going to have to steal, Hermione? Shredded skin of a boomslang, that's definitely not in the students' cupboard. What're we going to do, break into Snape's private stores? I don't know if this is a good idea ..." Hermione shut the book with a snap.

"Well, if you two are going to chicken out, fine." There were bright pink patches on Hermione's cheeks and her eyes were brighter than usual. "I don't want to break rules, you know. I think threatening Muggle-borns is far worse than brewing up a difficult potion. But if you don't want to find out if it's Malfoy, I'll go straight to Madam Pince now and hand the book back in." Jennifer smiled when Hermione sisd that, for a change it was Hermione that was getting her to break a couple of rules instead of the other way around like last year, sort of. Hermione never really persuading them into breaking rules before. Jennifer looked at Harry of who looked back at it.

"Well it looks Her I one is become more of a Gryffindor as well." Harry smiled before he spoke

"That is very true." Harry looked at her I one. "How long will it take to make, anyway?" Hermione, looking happier, opened the book again.

"Well, since the fluxweed has got to be picked at the full moon and the lacewings have got to be stewed for twenty-one days ... I'd say it'd be ready in about a month, if we can get all the ingredients."

"A month? A month? I had missions that took less time making that potion." At those words the other three looked at her confused, Jennifer out her hand over her mouth. She was surprised that she let that word slip out of her month, she never spoke of her home life since she was almost always on the move.

"Missions? What missions?" Jennifer lowered her hand from her mouth.

"Never mind, we were talking about the potion and Malfoy. Malfoy could easily attacked half the Muggle- borns in the school by then!" But Hermione's eyes narrowed dangerously again, Jennifer added quickly. "But it's the best plan we've got, so we may as well go forward with this plan." Jennifer went to check that the coast was clear before the four of them left the bathroom.

Jennifer woke up early the next morning, she lay there thinking about the quidditch match that day. Yes, she watched a quidditch match before but she never played a quidditch game before. She was nervous of what the outcome could be and what Oliver would say if Gryffindor lost. She was also nervous of facing a team mounted on the fastest racing brooms that gold could buy. She wanted to beat Slytherin very badly, Jennifer lay there on her bed thinking about the match with her insides were churning at the many thoughts that entered her mind of what could happen. After a while that Jennifer got up, dressed, and went down to breakfast early, when she reached the great hall that the rest of the quidditch team was there. All of them looking uptight and were not speaking much, Jennifer sat down next to Harry, she was unsure if she could eat anything. As eleven approached that the whole school started to make it's way down to the quidditch stadium. Hermione and Neville came over to wish them good luck as they entered the locker room, but Ginny was still distancing herself from them, of which didn't help Jennifer feel any better. Jennifer pulled he scarlet Gryffindor robes on before joining the rest of the team to listen to Oliver's usual ore match pep talk.

"Slytherin has better brooms than us. No point denying it. But we've got better people on our brooms. We've trained harder than they have, we've been flying in all weathers." George muttered

"Too true, I haven't been properly dry since August." However Oliver paid no heed to what George said.

"and we're going to make them rue the day they let that little bit of slime, Malfoy, buy his way onto their team." Oliver than turned to Harry.

"It'll be down to you, Harry, to show them that a Seeker has to have something more than a rich father. Get to that Snitch before Malfoy or die trying, Harry, because we've got to win today, we've got to."

"So no pressure, Harry." Fred winked at Harry. As they walked out into the pitch that a roar of noise greeted them, mainly cheers, since Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were anxious to see Slytherin beaten. However the Slytherins in the crowd made their boos and hisses heard as well, Jennifer noticed that there was a couple of banners with her name on it as well as Harry's name. Madam Hooch asked Flint and Wood to shake hands, of which they did, but they were giving each other threatening stares and gripping rather hard.

"On my whistle. Three ... two ... one. . ." The brooms speed them upward with a roar from the crowd below them, the fourteen players rose towards the sky. Jennifer remained with the other players, but plover went to the goal posts while Harry rose higher than everyone else. Malfoy yelled at her as he shoot underneath her as though to show off the speed of his broom.

"All right there, Scarhead?" Jennifer paid no heed to Malfoy as a heavy black bludger came pelting towards her while the other one shot towards Harry. Jennifer avoided so narrowly that she could feel it ruffle her hair as it passed

"Close one, Jennifer!" Fred streaked past as George went to the other bludger. Jennifer caught the quaffle as Fred gave the bludger a powerful whack in the direction of Adrian Pucey. However the bludger changed direction in midair and went towards her. Jennifer put on a burst of speed as she went towards the Slytherins goal posts, thankfully George was there waiting near the Slytherin goal post and he hit the bludger towards the goal keeper of who duck to avoid the bludger and Jennifer managed to get a goal. However the goal keep avoiding the bludger was pointless since it changed direction once more and went after her. Jennifer was forced to fly at full speed, as the game went on. It seem that the other bludger was focus on Harry, to make things worse that it started to rain. Even with the bludger going after that she still managed to play well enough, she even managed to get the goal keeper think that the bludger after him a couple of times.

Soon enough that the score was sixty points to sixty points so that they were tied, Jennifer was sure that Slytherin only got that many points because of the slytherin's superior brooms and their speed. Fred kept trying to get the one bludger away from Jennifer while George was the doing the same thing with the one going after Harry. However the good thing about this was Jennifer was able to dodge the bludger when Fred didn't hit, undue to her training from her father as an agent. Plus the bludgers were not attacking anyone else of which means that Katie and Angelina cousin score as much as they could and Jennifer also scored a few times as well. Harry, unlike Jennifer, couldn't dodge the bludger like she could, instead he kept doing lops and swooped and just out speed the bludger. Thankfully that there was enough space between Harry the bludger most of the time that George was not much of a bother, it was the same with Fred and Jennifer's bludger. Jennifer just scored another goal when the bludger hit her arm just after she threw the quaffle. Jennifer gripped the broom with one hand as she held her arm.

Jennifer could hear the hissing of the three houses while she could hear the cheering from the Slytherins when the bludger hit her. Than she heard a wham, she barley managed to dodge her bludger and looked to where Harry was and saw that he was hit but his bludger as well. But it was than that Jennifer noticed the golden snitch hovering just inches above Malfoy's ear. Jennifer moved just in time before the bludger could hit her again, Jennifer noticed that Harry was diving to Malfoy to get to the snitch. She could hear Malfoy gasp before moving out of Harry's way, Harry made a wile snatch and gasp the golden snitch. Harry had one arm to his stomach while the hand held onto the snitch, Harry was gripping his broom with his legs and he went for the ground. Jennifer dived and landed just barely before Harry hit the mud and rolling off his broom. Jennifer ran over to Harry as he fainted.

Just than the two bludgers went to Jennifer and Harry but Fred and George caught the two bludgers before they started to wrestle the two bludgers into the box. Jennifer had to jump to one side when the bludger tried to hit her before Fred caught it while still in his broom. Jennifer kept her arm to her stomach since it was still hurting but Jennifer jinks that Harry managed to get the worse hit form the two bludgers judging from the fact he passed out. Though it might because of the fact that she has been trying to be an agent since the age of eight under the care of her father. After the two bludgers were being put into the box that Jennifer reached of where Harry was, passed out. When she reached Harry that Lockhart reached Jennifer and Harry, Jennifer glared at Lockhart when he knelt besides Harry and herself. Before Jennifer could say or do that Lockhart pulled out his wand, he started to twirl it before he pointed it at her arm.

Jennifer has a feeling that he was not going to fix her arm right, judging from how he handle the pixies at the start of the year. A strange and an unpleasant sensation started at her shoulder and spread to his fingertips. It felt like her arm was being deflated to being rubber, she watched in horror as her arm seem to deflate in front of her. So that when the feeling stopped that looked like a rubber arm instead of an arm, sure she couldn't feel any pain but she preferred pain than having no bones. Jennifer put her other arm in front of her rubber arm and glared at Lockhart of who shrunk under her gaze. But than the team Gryffindors started to gather around them, Lockhart than looked at Harry as Harry stirred. When Harry opened his eyes that Lockhart was leaning over him, it was clear that Harry figured out who it was.

"Oh, no, not you."

"Doesn't know what he's saying." Jennifer rolled her eyes when Lockhart spoke loudly to the anxious crowd of Gryffindors pressing around them. "Not to worry, Harry. I'm about to fix your arm."

"No! I'll keep it like this, thanks ... " Harry tried to sit up but it was clear that the pain was terrible to Harry, than Jennifer heard the clicking of a camera, she looked over at Colin.

"He doesn't want a photo of this, Colin." Colin looked over at Jennifer before lowering his camera sheepishly.

"Lie back, Harry. It's a simple charm I've used countless times -"

"Why can't I just go to the hospital wing?" said Harry through clenched teeth.

"He should really, Professor." Oliver was grinning even though Harry was injured. "Great capture, Harry, really spectacular, your best yet, Id say -"

"Harry really should go to the hospital wing, more so after you tried to use that you used on me, provided I am correct in assuming that is the charm that you spoke of." Lockhart seem to pay no heed to Jennifer as he rolled up his jade green sleeves.

"Stand back."

"No. don't." Lockhart was twirling his wand and a second later had directed it straight at Harry's arm. Harry shut his eyes as the charm did the same thing to Harry's arm as it did with her one arm. Everyone but Jennifer gasp as they watched Harry's arm being deflating since there was no bones in his arms.

"Ah. Yes. Well, that can sometimes happen. But the point is, the bones are no longer broken. That's the thing to bear in mind. So, Harry, Jennifer, just toddle up to the hospital wing - ah, Mr. Longbottom, Miss Granger, would you escort them? - and Madam Pomfrey will be able to - er - tidy you up a bit." Jennifer stood up with the help of Neville while Hermione helped Harry to stand. While Jennifer got up that she allowed her arm to drop and she tried to move her rubber arm but as she expected that nothing happened. When they got to the hospital wing that Madam Pomfrey wasn't pleased.

"You should have come straight to me!" Madam Pomfrey raged as she spoke. She wash holding up the sad, limp remainder of what, half an hour before, had been a working arms. "I can mend bones in a second - but growing them back - "

"You will be able to, won't you?" Jennifer nodded she Harry said that to show that she was with him on that as well, for it wouldn't do any good if he was missing bones from her arm. Not with being an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., no matter if she was still training or not.

"I'll be able to, certainly, but it will be painful." Madam Pomfrey sounded rather grim, than she threw Harry and Jennifer a pair of pajamas. "You tow will have to stay the night ..." The curtain was drawn around her bed as well as Harry's, Hermione was helping Jennifer into her pajamas while Neville helped Harry with his pajamas. It took a while to stuff the run dry boneless arm into a sleeve. Jennifer felt helpless at the moment, the last time she felt like this was when her adopted father attacked just before her real father came in to get and save her form her adopted family. As Hermione managed to get the rubber arm through the sleeve that Jennifer spoke.

"How can you stick up for Lockhart now, Hermione, eh? If Harry and Jennifer had wanted deboning they would have asked."

"Anyone can make a mistake. And it doesn't hurt anymore, does it, Jennifer?"

"No." Jennifer got into bed. "But it doesn't do anything else either."

"What about you, Harry?"

"It is the same with Jennifer. That it doesn't hurt anymore but it doesn't do anything expect lay there. As Jennifer swung herself onto the bed that her arm flapped pointlessly, Madam Pomfrey came around the curtain. She was holding a large bottle of something labeled Skele-Gre. She poured out a steaming beaker flu and handed to Jennifer.

"You're in for a rough night. Regrowing bones is a nasty business." Madam Pomfrey went to take care of Harry as Jennifer took the Skele-Gre, taking the Skele-Gre was just as nasty as growing her bones back. The Skele-Gre burned Harry's mouth and throat as it went down, making her cough and splutter. Jennifer could hear Madam Pomfrey muttered about dangerous sports and inept teachers, the sports part that Jennifer didn't fully agree with but the second about the teachers that Jennifer agreed with. Hermione helped Jennifer gulp down some water as the curtains pulled back some more so that he could see and talk to Harry and Neville. There was a grin on Neville's face.

"We won, though. That was some catch you made. Malfoy's face ... he looked ready to kill ..."

"I want to know how he fixed those Bludgers. We can add that to the list of questions we'll ask him when we've taken the Polyjuice Potion." Harry sank back onto his pillows. "I hope it tastes better than this stuff ..." Jennifer thought of what Harry said, for some reason that doesn't seem to add up, it was like no sixth year could make Harry's broom jerk all the place last year. So it was unlikely a second year could fixed the bludgers.

"There is a good chance, Malfoy is the heir of Slytherin but I doubt that Malfoy fixed the bludgers." The other three looked at her. "Think about it, remember what Hagrid said about what was happening with Harry's broom last year. That no sixth year could do that to a brooms so how can a second year fix two bludgers." It seemsthat Harry realized that he just assumed it was Malfoy since they been enemies since the first meet.

"Jennifer, he has been wanting us out go Hogwarts for so long."

"True, he could have fixed the bludgers. But I find it unlikely that would be something at he didn't learn from his father. Besides why would he fix the bludgers when he was playing the game himself with the fastest broom there is." Just than the doors of the doors of the hospital wing burst open at the moment, filthy and soaking wet that the rest of the Gryffindor team showed up.

"Unbelievable flying, you two. I've just seen Marcus Flint yelling at Malfoy. Something about having the Snitch on top of his head and not noticing. Malfoy didn't seem too happy." The Gryffindor had brought cakes, sweets, and bottles of pumpkin juice, the quidditch team gathered around Jennifer's and Harry's bed and were just getting started on what promised to be a good party when Madam Pomfrey came storming over and was shouting at them.

"This two needs rest, they got thirty-three bones to regrow! Out! OUT!" Jennifer and Harry were left alone with each other, the cakes, sweets, and bottles of pumpkin juice were still at the nightstand. Jennifer picked up one of the bottles of Pumpkin juice that was left behind and Harry picked up another one.

"Here's to a painful night ahead of us."

"Here's to the sacking of Lockhart at the end of the year." Jennifer smiled when Harry said that, and they drank the pumpkin juice. Thankfully with the cakes and sweets still there along with the other bottles of pumpkin juice that Jennifer and Harry had their own party. As a result that hey also played a couple of games to keep their minds off of the stabbing paints in their limp arms. One of them was being truth or dare, thankfully Harry knew both the muggle and wizarding world so she didn't need to tell him of how to play truth or dare. It was amusing with the truth or dare game, when she said truth and he asked her about what her father does for a living that she told harry that he should wait for an answer for she would have to write her father asking if it was all right to at least tell Harry and her friends about it.

After a few hours of playing a couple of games as well as eating and drinking of what he Gryffindor quidditch team left behind that Jennifer and Harry fell asleep, even with the stabbing pain in their arms, what must have been hours later that Jennifer woke up suddenly. It was pitch black now, unlike when she fell asleep when there had been some light, she gave a small yelp of pain when the pain hit her arm. Jennifer was sure that she may not fall back to sleep after waking up to feel the large splinters in her arm that was her bones growing back. For a moment that Jennifer thought that was woke her up, but than she realized that someone was sponging her fore ear in the dark. She was pretty sure that it was not Harry for she could hear him snoring in the next bed.

"Get off! Dobby!" Dobby's tennis ball eyes were peering at Jennifer through the darkness, a single tear was running down his long pointed nose.

"Jennifer Coulson came back to school, Dobby warned and warned Jennifer Coulson. Ah ma'am, why didn't you heed Dobby? Why didn't Jennifer Coulson go back home when she missed the train?" Jennifer heaved herself up and pushed the sponge away, she whispered softly.

"What're you doing here? And I didn't miss the train, Ron and his two friends missed the train." Dobby seem surprised but his lip was trembling. "It was you! You closed the barrier on Rin and his friends thinking that I was with them?" Dobby nodded his head vigorously with his ears flapping.

"Indeed yes, sir. Dobby hid and watched for Jennifer Coulson and sealed the gateway when I saw the red hair thinking that Jennifer Coulson was close by and Dobby had to iron his hands afterward." Dobby showed Jennifer ten long, bandaged fingers - "but Dobby didn't care, sir, for he thought Jennifer Coulson was safe, and never did Dobby dream that Jennifer Coulson was already heading to school!" Dobby was rocking back and forth, shaking his ugly head. "Dobby was 'so shocked when he heard Jennifer Coulson was back at Hogwarts, he let his master's dinner burn! Such a flogging Dobby never had, sir . ..." Jennifer just looked at Dobby.

"You nearly got Ron and his friends expelled. I wouldn't mind that." Dobby blew his nose on the corner of the filthy pillowcase that he was wearing, Dobby looked rather pathetic at the moment. "Why d'you wear that thing, Dobby?" Dobby plucked at the pillowcase.

"This, ma'am? 'Tis a mark of the house-elf's enslavement, sir. Dobby can only be freed if his masters present him with clothes, sir. The family is careful not to pass Dobby even a sock, sir, for then he would be free to leave their house forever." Dobby mopped his eyes before he went on. "Jennifer Coulson must go home! Dobby thought his Bludgers would be enough to make -"

"Your Bludger? What d'you mean, your Bludger? You made that Bludger try and kill Harry and me?"

"Not kill you, ma'am, never kill you! Dobby wants to save Jennifer Coulson's life! Better sent home, grievously injured, than remain here ma'am! Dobby only wanted Jennifer Coulson hurt enough to be sent home! Dobby also thought if Jennifer Coulson thought Harry potter was injured that she would go with him!" Jennifer was starting to get fed up with Dobby and his warnings, Jennifer had been in danger since she was eight and her training started. She was in danger at Hogwarts as well, so there was no need for Dobby trying to warn or protect her for she was more than capable of taking care of herself.

"Oh, is that all? I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you wanted me sent home in pieces?"

"Ah, if Jennifer Coulson only knew!" There more tears dripping onto his ragged pillowcase. "If he knew what he means to us, to the lowly, the enslaved, we dregs of the magical world! Dobby remembers how it was when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was at the height of his powers, ma'am! We house-elfs were treated like vermin, sir! Of course, Dobby is still treated like that, sir." Dobby dry his face with the pillowcase. "But mostly, ma'am, life has improved for my kind since you triumphed over He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Jennifer Coulson survived, and the Dark Lord's power was broken, and it was a new dawn, ma'am, and Jennifer Coulson shone like a beacon of hope for those of us who thought the Dark days would never end, sit... And now, at Hogwarts, terrible things are to happen, are perhaps happening already, and Dobby cannot let Jennifer Coulson stay here now that history is to repeat itself, now that the Chamber of Secrets is open once more." Dobby froze horror struck before grsbbing her water jug from her bedside table and cracked it over his head, this Dobby toppled out of sight. At that moment that Harry woke up suddenly with a yelp, thanHarry sat up properly and looked at Jennifer before mumbling.

"What is it?" Before Jennifer could say anything that Dobby crawled back onto the bed crossed eyed muttering bad Dobby. Harry was looking at Dobby.

"That's a house elf, why is there a house elf here." Dobby looked at Harry but Jennifer spoke up and she whispered to Dobby.

"So there is a Chamber of Secrets? And did you say it's been opened before? Tell me, Dobby!" Jennifer seized Donby's bony wrist as Donby's hand inches towards the water jug. "But I'm not Muggle-born - how can I be in danger from the Chamber?" Harry seem to be more alert now, he was watching Jennifer and Dobby as Jennifer looked at Dobby hoping that she would get an answer. Dobby started to stammer, his eyes looked huge in the dark.

"Ah, ma'am, ask no more, ask no more of poor Dobby. Dark deeds are planned in this place, but Jennifer Coulson must not be here when they happen - go home, Jennifer Coulson, go home. Jennifer Coulson must not meddle in this, ma'am, 'tis too dangerous -"

"Who is it, Dobby?" Jennifer kept a firm hold on Dobby's wrist to stop him from hitting himself with the water jug again. "Who's opened it? Who opened it last time?" Dobby squealed.

"Dobby can't, sir, Dobby can't, Dobby mustn't tell! Go home, Jennifer a Coulson, go home!"

"I'm not going anywhere! One of my best friends is Muggle-born; she'll be first in line if the Chamber really has been opened -"

"Jennifer Coulson risks her own life for her friends! So noble! So valiant! But she must save herself, she must, Jennifer Coulson must not -" Dobby froze as well as Jennifer and Harry, there were footsteps coming down the passageway outside, "Dobby must go!" Dobby looked terrified. Suddenly there was a loud crack, her fist was suddenly clenching on thin air. Jennifer and Harry slumped back into the beds, her eyes on the dark doorway to the hospital wing as the footsteps drew nearer. While Harry was looking towards her, than the next moment that Dumbledore was backing into the hospital wing wearing long woolly dressing gown and a nightcap. It was rather funny to see a man wearing something like that, she knows that her father would not wear such a thing to bed. Dumbledore was carrying one end of what looked like a statue, than Professor McGonagall appeared a second later carrying it's feet, together they heaved the statue onto a bed.

"Get Madam Pomfrey." Professor McGonagall hurried past the end of Harry's and Jennifer's bed and out of sight. Jennifer and Harry lay quite still pretending to be sleep, she could hear urgent voices before Professor McGonagall swept back into view followed by Madam Pomfrey. Madam Pomfrey was pulling a cardigan over her nightdress than there was a sharp intake of breath.

"What happened?" Madam Pomfrey was bending over the statue on the bed.

"Another attack, Minerva found him on the stairs.

"There was a bunch of grapes next to him. We think he was trying to sneak up here to visit Coulson." Jennifer's stomach gave a horrible lurch, slowly and carefully, she raised herself a few inches so that she could look at the statue on the bed. A ray of moonlight lay across it's staring face, it was Colin Creevey. His eyes were wide and his hands were stuck up in front of him holding his camera.

"Petrified?"

"Yes. But I shudder to think ... If Albus hadn't been on the way downstairs for hot chocolate - who knows what might have." The three of them were staring down at Colin, than Dumbledore lead forward before he wrenched the camera out of Colin's rigid grip.

"You don't think he managed to get a picture of his attacker?" Professor McGonagall sounded eager and hopeful, Dumbledore didn't say anything, instead he opened the back of the camera,

"Good gracious!" A jet of steam hissed out of the camera, Jennifer could smell the acrid smell of burnt plastic form three beds away."Melted. All melted..."

"What does this mean, Albus?"

"It means." Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall. "that the Chamber of Secrets is indeed open again." Madam Pomfrey clapped a hand to her mouth, Professor McGonagall stared at Dumbledore.

"But, Albus ... surely ... who?"

"The question is not who." Dumbledore's eyes were on Colin. "The question is, how . . . ." From what Jennifer could see that neither Harry or Professor McGonagall that neither understand that nay better than she did.