A/N: For anyone who needs clarification, this takes place at the end of the second book, and Kira is almost a year old.

Enjoy!

-9 months Later-

I was lying on the floor, playing with Kira. Her hair was as dark a red as ever, and she was nearing a year old. She knew a lot of words for an 11-month old, and she could toddle around very effectively, even though she was still very small and slim for her age.

I could now transform my upper body into a fox, and I was doing it for Kira, who thought the whole thing was hilarious, when I heard shouts from downstairs.

"Where's my acid pop?"

We had devised a code a couple months ago, so that I could tell when they were here. By the sound of the voices, it was Harry and Ron. I hurried down the stairs, Leaving Kira behind, attempting to turn around to see where I was going.

I opened the door to Ron and Harry, where they stood, looking agitated and worried. They followed me mutely up the stairs, and didn't speak until we were in the Foxpaw common room. James and Lily hurried over too when they heard they'd arrived, and I noticed now that they both looked rather pale.

"Hermione's been attacked, and Ginny's been taken into the Chamber, and we know where the entrance is, and-" I walked over to the chair where the invisibility cloak was lying. "Let's go."

Ron and Harry explained what had happened more fully as we walked down to the bathroom, where Lockhart, the old fraud, stood waiting for us.

"Really, I don't see why I have to-"

"Shut up, you old phony." Snapped Ron, who seemed to be blaming Lockhart for his sister's abduction. We walked over to a sink, where I noticed a small, ornate S carved into the metal. Harry hissed and spit as though he was trying to say an S but had a seriously bad lisp. I stared at him. "Was that Parseltongue?!" I whispered to him, somewhat accusatorially. He nodded and whispered back with a grimace, "Tell you later." I nodded and was hardly surprised when the sink sank into the ground, revealing a long tunnel that twisted and turned beneath the ground.

"After you." Ron said, and pushed a struggling, squealing Lockhart down the tube. Ron slid down next, leaving Harry and me alone.

"You can't come." He said shortly, his arms crossed defiantly.

"I'd like to see you try and stop me." I scoffed, and slid down before he could argue further. The tunnel ran steeply down, and an occasional bump would send me flying up toward the ceiling, so that when I reached the bottom my head was bruised and sore. My wand also went flying out of my hand, and I had t scramble around to get it. I heard Lockhart say something, and then the whole ceiling fell down on my head.

I looked up to see Harry looking down at me. He grinned, but looked anxious. "You okay?"

My hand flew to my head. it came back bloody, probably just a scratch. I sat up. "Fine. Let's go."

"No." He said again. "You can't come. It's too dangerous. You might get-"

"What?" I positively shouted at him "Hurt? I can bring people back from the dead, do you think your parents would ever forgive me if I let you die. I am coming with you, and if you think you can stop me, than you can stuff yourself- well, never mind. The point is, I'm coming with you, and I am a very accomplished caster of the curse of the bogies."

Harry sighed, defeated, and shouted to the other two, "Okay! I'll go get Ginny and meet you back here!" and started walking down the long wet pipe.