Title: Chamber of Secret
Part: 13
Aurthor: Cynthia Taz
Rating: G
Summary: Harry, Buffy and co entered the second year of Hogwarts. Willow showed up and dark force followed. Who's responsible?
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Buffy and the gang immediately ran down to the pitch where Harry was lying. "Watch out!" Buffy threw herself towards Harry and rolled him aside. Seconds later, the rogue Bludger dropped from the high sky like a hammer, smashing itself onto the ground just inches away from Harry and Buffy again and again. Hermione quickly drew her wand out and pointed at it. "Finite Incantatem!" The Bludger immediately exploded in the air. Ron and Xander immediately sighed in relief.
Buffy rolled over to check on Harry, her frown turned into a huge grin when she saw the Golden Snitch in Harry's good hand. "Harry Potter caught the Snitch!" The referee announced. "Gryffindor wins!" All the students in the pitch cheered.
Buffy and Xander carefully sat Harry up as he held onto his wound hand and winced in pain. "I think my arm's broken." Harry said.
Professor Lockhart pushed his way towards Harry and drew his wand out. "Not to worry, Harry." He kneed beside the Gryffindor. "I'll fix that arm of yours straight away."
Harry's eyes widened. "No... no... not you..."
"Poor boy doesn't know what he's saying." Professor Lockhart said, his usual cheesy smile plastered on his face. "Now. This won't hurt a bit..." He pointed his wand at Potter. Harry felt the pain left him, but when Lockhart held up his hand, he finally understood why he didn't feel a thing: the bone in his arm had disappeared. "Ah, yes. Well, that can sometimes happen. Ron and Xander immediately made and disgusting face when they saw Harry's arms swinging like a sausage. "The point is, the bone is no longer broken."
"Brok'n?" Hagrid shouted angrily. "He doesn't 'ave any bones left!"
"Much more flexible though."
Willow sat next to Draco who was lying in the bed of the hospital wing along with Crabbe and Goyle, even though her eyes kept glancing towards the other side where Harry was with groups of Gryffindors.
"Ohhh..." Draco moaned, and Willow turned her attention back to her housemate.
"I think the spell wore out." Willow sighed. "I can cast it again if you want?"
"What's that spell?" Crabbe asked, looking at the redhead.
"Just a blocking spell." Willow shrugged. "Help to block out the pain."
"I don't remember seeing you using a wand." Goyle observed, and Willow shrugged again, turning her attention back towards Harry and co.
Madam Pomfrey dazed into the wing. "Oh Mr Malfoy stop making such a fuss. You can go now." She said, making a bee line towards Harry. "Out of my way! Out of my way!" She shoved Xander and Buffy aside and put a bottle down on the nightstand. "He should have been brought straight to me. I can mend bones in a heartbeat." She started pouring some green liquid from the bottle into a glass. "But growing them back..."
"You will be able to, won't you?" Hermione asked.
"I'll be able to, certainly, but it will be painful." Her voice softened. "You're in for a rough night, Potter. Re-growing bones is a nasty business." She said, handing Harry the glass. Harry took it, and as soon as he tasted the medicine, he spit it out and made a face.
"What did you except?" Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes, grabbed the glass and poured some more in it. "Pumpkin juice?"
'Kill... kill...'
Harry eyes flipped opened. He pushed himself up, and quickly put his glasses on. But once his glasses was set on his nose, he found himself staring at an overly-cheery house elf. "Hello!"
"Dobby!"
"Harry Potter came back to school. Dobby warned him. Harry Potter should have listened to Dobby. Harry Potter should have gone back home when he missed the train."
Harry quickly pushed the house-elf away. "It was you!" He shouted. "You stopped the barrier from letting us through!"
"Indeed yes, sir." Dobby looked down, ashamed. "Dobby hid and watched for Harry Potter and sealed the gateway."
"You nearly got us expelled!"
Dobby looked up again. "At least you would be away from here. Harry Potter must go home!" He moved towards Harry, standing face to face with the young wizard. "Dobby thought his Bludger would be enough to make Harry Potter see-"
"Your Bludger? You made that Bludger chase after me?!"
"Dobby feels most aggrieved, sir." He showed Harry his bandaged hands. "Dobby had to iron his hands..."
Harry looked at Dobby angrily. "You'd better clear off before my bones come back Dobby, or I might strangle you!"
Dobby quickly jumped down to the ground. Harry moved the blanket that was on top of him and stood up. "Dobby is used to death threats, sir." The elf said, even though he was moving away from the flaming wizard. "Dobby gets them five times a day at home."
"I don't suppose you could tell me why you're trying to kill me?"
"Not kill you sir, never kill you! Dobby remembers how it was before Harry Potter triumphed over He Who Must Not Be Named. We house elves were treated like vermin, sir. Of course, Dobby is still treated like vermin..." He suddenly started crying loudly, and pulled up the dirty clothes (which seemed to be a pillowcase) he was wearing and honked his nose.
Harry made a face at what Dobby was wearing. "Why do you wear that thing, Dobby?"
"This sir?" Dobby pulled his 'shirt' lightly and cocked his head. "'Tis a mark of the house elf's enslavement. Dobby can only be freed if his master presents him with clothes. The family is careful not to pass Dobby so much as a sock, sir, for then he would be free to leave their house forever." Suddenly, someone outside the corridor closed the door with a loud bang, causing them to jump. Dobby took a step closer to Harry and whispered urgently. "Listen! Terrible things are about to happen at Hogwarts! Harry Potter must not stay here now that history is to repeat itself!"
"Repeat itself?" Harry's eyes widened. "You mean, this has happen before?"
"Oh!" Dobby took a step back, his hands covering his mouth. "I shouldn't have said that!" He looked around, and seized the bottle at the nightstand and banged his head against it. "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"
"Stop it!" Harry Potter hissed, but Dobby ignored him. "Stop it stop it stop it!" Getting no response, Harry quickly took the bottle away from Dobby and grabbed onto Dobby's collar harshly, focusing him to focus on him. "Tell me Dobby! When did this happen before? Who's doing it now?"
"Dobby cannot say sir. Dobby only wants Harry Potter to be safe."
"No, Dobby! Tell me! Who is it?!"
The two again turned towards the corridor again when they heard footsteps getting closer and closer. Harry turned back towards Dobby, and found Dobby had already disappeared. He looked around, surprised, before jumping back onto the bed, his back facing the opening door.
"What's happened?" Madam Pomfrey asked when she saw Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall followed by two care taker carrying a petrified Colin Creevey into the hospital wing.
"There's been another attack." Professor Dumbledore answered, his eyes shifting towards the camera on the student's hand.
"Perhaps he managed to get a picture of his attacker..." Dumbledore carefully took the camera from the student and opened it. But once the cover was opened, a small pop was heard and a jet of steam hissed out of it. "What does this mean, Albus?"
"It means," the headmaster turned towards the Transfiguration Professor. "Our students are in great danger, Minerva."
"What should I tell the staff?"
"The truth." Professor McGonagall looked at the headmaster surprised. "Tell them Hogwarts is no longer safe. Tell them it's as we feared. The Chamber of Secrets is indeed open again."
"The Chamber of Secrets is indeed open again."
Harry Potter's eyes' couldn't get wider when the words reached his ears.