Detentions, Ghosts, and Voices

A/N: Okay, here is the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it. Unfortunately, tomorrow school starts and it's back to slow random updating rather than weekly updating. A new semester :(

Enjoy the next update of "Love and Hate's Daughter!" :)

Lina POV

I walk up to Hagrid's hut, and knock on the door. Hagrid opens the door. "Lina! I'm glad yer here," he says, beaming at me as I walked in.

"Lina, where were you?" Hermione says, looking at me.

"I was dealing with some business, AKA, I punched Malfoy in the face for you." I tell Hermione.

Harry, Ron, and Hagrid laugh. "Well," Hagrid says, "that's our Lina, always fiery."

"Really?" Ron says, while coughing up slugs. "I wish I was there to see the look on his face!"

Hermione shakes her head. "I just don't know what I'm going to do with you, Lina."

That just earned her a shrug from me, and laughs from everyone else.

"Treacle Toffee?" Hagrid offers me. Harry, whose teeth were stuck to the Toffee, shakes his head at me.

"No thanks," I say.

We stayed there until lunchtime. Hagrid had shown us his new pumpkin plants that he had secretly engorged. Then, we left for the castle.

As soon as we got there, we were all cornered by Professor McGonagall. "There you are! Tonight, at eight o clock, you will be serving your detentions."

"What will be happening to us—I mean what will we be doing?" I ask her.

"You, Weasley, will be polishing the silver in the trophy room with Mr. Filch. And no magic either, just elbow grease. You, Potter, will be helping Professor Lockhart answer his fan mail." I shudder at that prospect and give Harry a look of sympathy.

She turns to me. "You, Quimby, will be helping Professor Snape; he has some potions to reorganize."

"Please let us polish the silver!" Harry and I exclaim.

"Mr. Filch only wanted one student, Professor Lockhart requested Potter specifically, and Miss Quimby, for some strange reason, Professor Snape requested you." The Professor says and I look at her in disbelief.

Oh, I get it. He doesn't like me, so he requested me for torture.

Harry, Ron, and I slouched into the Great Hall while Hermione followed with a 'you brought this on yourself' sort of look.

"Filch will have me there all night!" Ron moaned.

"Shut up Ronald," I snap. "I'd trade you in a heartbeat. I have no idea why Snape would want me. Probably because his assignment is torture and he doesn't like me so he wants to watch me suffer."

"I would trade both of you," Harry says. "Imagine—answering his fan mail."

We all shudder.

I take shaky steps towards the dungeons. Well, Lina, here goes nothing. You've faced monsters. You shouldn't be nervous. This is a pathetic pep talk.

I gave the door to the potions classroom a knock, and Snape let me in.

"There are ingredients over there that need to be sorted. When a box is full, put it on the shelf." Snape says. I nod to him and start sorting. This isn't half bad.

I had been working for twenty minutes when someone knocked on the door.

Snape wasn't in the room. "Come in, whoever you are." I yell. If it is someone unwelcome, I'll charmspeak them out.

A boy enters.

It was… OH GODS NO! Malfoy. Prepare the charmspeak and the flames, Lina!

I leap up from the ingredients I was working on and look at him. "What are you doing here Malfoy?"

"I could say the same thing to you Quimby." He shot back at me.

The two of us were in a glaring match until Snape came back into the room. I immediately go back to sorting ingredients.

"You're late Malfoy," Professor Snape snarls.

"I came as quick as I could," he gasps.

"That wasn't enough, you're lucky I stepped in for your detention. You will be sorting ingredients with Miss Quimby over there; she is also serving detention under me." Professor Snape says.

Meet Malfoy AKA the catch to this detention. I thought I was going to get out unscathed; apparently NOT.

"So, what are we doing?" He says.

I sigh. "You take an ingredient, put it in the right box, and then when one box is full, you put it on the shelf. Do you want me to repeat that a second time?" I say in a slow mocking tone.

"I'm not an idiot, Quimby," he snaps at me.

"You could have fooled me," I mutter back, sorting more ingredients.

"At least I can cast a proper spell, unlike your idiotic friend." He counters back.

"Don't you dare speak like that about Ron!" I snap. "He has a defected wand! I just can't believe I'm stuck here with you."

"What?" He says, his grey eyes meeting my hardened brown ones. "Let me guess. You're going to go up to Gryffindor tower after this and you're going complain about it to Potter, Weasley, and Granger, like you always do."

He had stricken a nerve of mine and he knew it. "Take that back now Malfoy." I growl.

He looks at me, like he's challenging me. "Make me," he says.

"What are you going to do obliterate me? Am I going to have the same fate as Ron, with the slugs?" I shoot back. "I'm so not afraid of you."

"Both of you enough!" Professor Snape snarls. "Stop your childish arguing and start working more efficiently!" However, I did spot the tiniest hint of amusement on his face.

In a way, it angered me.

How on earth was this amusing?

But nonetheless, the two of us started working and neither of us said a word to each other.

As soon as Snape dismisses us, Malfoy calls back: "Hey, Quimby."

"What, Malfoy?" I snarl.

"Goodnight," he says.

Huh? Did I hear him right? This makes NO sense. Why would HE say goodnight to ME? This is a trap, I just know it. "Okay, whatever, you too." I say as I leave the dungeons. That was strange.

I walk back to the Gryffindor common room.

"Come," a voice says.

I jump, and look around, no one was there.

"Come to me, let me rip you,"

I shudder.

"Let me tear you,"

"Let me kill you."

I shudder and run towards the common room. Maybe this is a demigod thing.

"Kill! Kill!"

As soon as I reach the common room, I crash into Harry. I turn a deep crimson. "Oh—sorry Harry."

"It's alright Lina, how was Snape?" Harry says his face red as well.

"Actually, not that bad," I say. "But, as always, there was a catch. I wasn't the only one that had detention."

"Who else was there?" He asks me.

"Malfoy," I spit.

"Seriously?" Harry says.

"Oh, yeah. The two of us were arguing as soon as he was in the room; Snape had to stop us eventually." I tell him.

"Lina!" He scolds me playfully.

"What?" I say. "He was the one who started it!"

"Whatever you say, Lina." He says, with a knowing smile.

I huff. "How was Mr. Ego?"

"Horrible." Harry says. "I don't think I'll be able to write for a week. Then there was that creepy voice…"

"You heard it too? Same here!" I exclaim relieved. "It was saying something about killing…you heard it as well?"

He nodded, looking relieved. "Lockhart didn't hear it, he thought I was mad." He says. "I thought I was going insane."

"Well, then we'll be going insane together." I say, and we laugh.

"Harry, I think we should call this a night." I say. "Wattlebird," I say to the Fat Lady, who let us in.

"Goodnight, Lina." He says.

I blush. "You as well, Harry."

The two of us climb into our separate dormitories, and I change into PJ's and fall asleep instantly.

Long day. I hope the night's free from dreams.

Second year was going by really quickly; it was Halloween already!

"Lina!" Ron complains. "Why does your owl hate me?"

Midnight dropped Percy, Annabeth, and Thalia's letters and treats on their heads. I decide I would open their letters at night before bed.

"Midnight!" I scold. "Next time, you have to open the chocolates on their heads!" I tell her, giving her a wink as I pet her beak.

"You're evil, the both of you, I bet you train your owl in your evil ways, Lina," Ron grumbles as she flew away. I pick up all of the letters and treats.

"Wait, where's the big Hershey's bar?" I ask Ron.

"What—what big Hershey's bar?" Ron says.

"Percy always brings one—give it!" I demand.

He dejectedly gives it to me from his pocket. "And you go insulting my owl," I mutter.

"Gods, I'm so excited for the feast!" I squeal.

"Um, Lina, didn't Harry tell you?" Hermione says. "We're not going."

"What? Why not?" I ask her.

"I promised Nick that I would go to his deathday party," Harry says.

"What in Hades is a deathday party and you were the one that promised Nick not me!" I exclaim.

"Well, Lina, a deathday party is when you celebrate the day someone died. And I promised him that all of you would come with me," he says.

"And why?" I say.

"He wanted company." He says.

"He. Wanted. Company." I snarl at him. "He is a ghost! You know what, whatever. I'll go to the stupid deathday party."

At 7:00, we were walking towards the dungeons. As soon as we got there, I heard a sound that sounded like a piece of chalk on a chalkboard. I instinctively cover my ears, and so does Ron.

"Augh!" I say. "What on earth is that? They call that music?"

Nearly Headless Nick was at the front. "I'm so glad you all could make it," he says. I shudder as I look at all the ghosts and instinctively clutch Harry's arm. When I notice what I was doing I let go.

"Sorry, Harry, it's just—" I start.

"It's okay Lina, he assures me.

The four of us look around the ghostly room nervously. I noticed the Fat Friar, the friendly Hufflepuff ghost, and the Bloody Baron, the intimidating Slytherin ghost.

"Oh, no," Hermione whispers, grabbing my hand.

"What?" I ask her.

"Moaning Myrtle!" She exclaims. "Duck, Lina!"

"Oh gods no," I grumble. "Not her."

"Who's Moaning Myrtle?" Harry asks me.

I sigh. "She haunts one of the bathrooms on the first floor," I tell him. "It's out of order because she throws temper tantrums and floods it, gods she is so whiny."

"All she does is whine." Hermione huffs. "Do you know how hard it is to have a pee and listen to—"

"I know! I hate it, and how emotional can someone get!" I agree.

"Food!" Ron says excitedly and for once I agree with him. We all go and see what they have but we immediately wrinkle our noses; rotten fish with moldy cheese.

"We'll skip," I say, and everyone agrees.

Suddenly Peeves came out of nowhere. "Heard the two of yous talking bad about Poor Myrtle. Very rude that was. OI, MYRTLE!"

"No," I tell Peeves with charmspeak. "Please, please don't tell her what we said. She'll be really upset. We actually really like her."

She comes over. "Hi, Myrtle." I say, managing a smile.

She points at me and sniffles. "That smile is definitely fake! You were making fun of me!"

"No, we weren't," I say. "Hermione and I were just talking about how nice you looked tonight, weren't we guys?" I say, looking at Harry and Ron for emphasis.

"Oh, yeah, she did!" Ron says.

"Don't lie to me!" She sniffles, looking at me with hatred. "People always call me mean names behind my back, and you're just the same! You radiate beauty, but you don't know what it's like! Fat Myrtle! Ugly Myrtle! Moaning, moping, miserable Myrtle!" She lets out a cry of anguish as she leaves the room.

"You forgot pimply," Peeves calls after her, following her and throwing peanuts at her.

"Oh, my," Hermione says regretfully, I nod, agreeing with her.

"She seemed to really hate you, Lina," Harry says.

"I don't know why and I wouldn't sweat it, Lina," Hermione says. "I and a bunch of other people have probably insulted her as much as you did. I have no clue why she would have a vendetta against only you."

"But she seemed to actually hate me." I tell her. "She said that I radiate beauty and I don't know what it's like, something like that."

"Well, to tell the truth Lina does." Harry says. "I mean—um—in a different perspective."

"Sure you do," snickers Ron, only stopping after glares from Harry and me.

"If I could have everyone's attention!" Nick's voice bellows. "My late ladies, lords, and gentlemen, it is my great sorrow…"

Since I have ADHD, that is all I heard of the speech. The four of us had taken to watching the headless ghosts play a game of Head Hockey. Suddenly I feel a burst of cold air, and I am reminded of the Tartarus Pit. I shudder involuntarily.

"Lina, are you alright?" Harry asks me.

"I think I'm going to go, I can't take any of this anymore." I say firmly.

"No, you're right," Harry says. "I think we should go."

So the four of us slowly made our way towards the entrance, smiling at the passerby, but as soon as we were at the door, we bolted.

"Maybe there's still dessert left!" Ron says eagerly as we go towards the Great Hall.

"Blood, I want blood."

Harry and I grab each other's arms. "It's the crazy voice again!" I exclaim and he nods.

"Don't you hear it?" Harry asks Ron and Hermione who shook their heads.

"No, Harry, Lina, we didn't hear it." Hermione says.

Harry grabs my hand. "This way!" Ron and Hermione had no choice but to follow us.

"They all must die. It's time for the kill." Then there was a loud hissing noise.

"It's—it's going to kill somebody!" I yell in a panic.

"Lina, no one's going to get killed!" Hermione yells, looking at my wild eyes in concern.

"Come on, I think it's up that way!" Harry says, taking my hand again as he goes up another flight of stairs.

"What was that?" Ron exclaims as soon as we were up the stairs.

"All of you look!" Hermione exclaims.

I saw some words on the wall: THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED. ENEMIES OF THE HEIR BEWARE.

I see something hanging underneath. It almost looks like Mrs. Norris.

"It's—it's Mrs. Norris!" I say, aghast, looking at the poor thing.

"We should get out of here! We don't want to be anywhere near her as soon as they find her." Ron says.

"But shouldn't we try to help her?" Harry says, I silently agree with him.

But it was too late. Hundreds of footsteps and lots of chatter were coming up the steps; the feast was over. People were coming down the corridors and they skidded to a stop when they saw the scene.

Injured cat, creepy message, water everywhere, us standing right in the middle of it. It probably wouldn't look good to a Professor.

"Enemies of the heir beware. You're next, Mudbloods!" The snotty voice of Malfoy echoes the hallways. I glance at Hermione out of the corner of my eye and

I look at him. "Why don't you shut your big mouth Malfoy," I snarl.

He just smirks at me.

"Hell forget about Mudbloods, Potter's next!" Brooke sneers, Malfoy laughing right along with her, but his eyes show that he is completely confused as to what she is saying.

"What do you mean Harry's next?" I ask her, glaring.

"Oh…you'll see, Quimby." She snickers.

I was about to retort back at her but Filch comes. "What is going on here?" But then he looks at his cat with shock and yells in anger: "What's happened to my cat?! Who did this?!"

He sees us.

"You!" He shouts. "You did this! You murdered my cat! You've killed her! I'll kill you!" He lunges for a very pale Harry.

"Argus!" Professor Dumbledore's stern voice yells, as he approached he placed a hand on Filch's shoulder. "Come with me." He says. "You too, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Quimby, and Miss Granger."

"My office is nearest, Headmaster," Lockhart offers. "Feel free to use it."

"Thank you, Gilderoy." Dumbledore says as we all follow him to his office. As soon as we get there, he sets Mrs. Norris down on a desk and we take seats far away from it.

Lockhart was making stupid suggestions on how to revive Mrs. Norris. For her sake, I hope they don't listen to him.

Filch was sobbing in the corner. I actually felt sorry for him. The guy lost his best friend.

After Dumbledore examined the cat, he says: "He is not dead Argus."

"Not dead?" Filch chokes. "But she's all…"

"Petrified," Dumbledore finishes for him.

"Aha, I knew it!" Lockhart declared. I bet he didn't, but everyone ignored him nonetheless.

"But how, I cannot say…" Dumbledore trails off.

"They did it! Ask them! I know they did it! I definitely know Potter has something to do with it!" Filch exclaims, looking at us.

"No second year could have done this." Dumbledore says. "It would take very advanced Dark Magic in order to—"

"Perhaps, Potter and friends were in the wrong place at the wrong time." Snape says. He was…defending us? But then I saw the sneer on his face. He doubted it. But then there's the question: "What were they doing up at the second floor corridor? Why weren't they at the feast?"

We start explaining about the Deathday party, and how the ghosts could testify for us.

"But why not join the feast afterwards?" Snape says.

"Because—because—" Harry stammers.

"We were tired and we wanted to go to bed," I interject with charmspeak.

The charmspeak seems to work, but it soon fades.

"Without any supper?" Snape says, raising an eyebrow

"We weren't hungry," Ron says, his stomach growling.

Really Ronald, really?

"I do not think Potter is being entirely truthful with us. I think some privileges should be revoked. A Quidditch suspension, perhaps?" Snape says.

Oh, you just want your idiot Slytherin team to win!

"I see no reason to bring Quidditch into this. There is no evidence that Potter, or any of his friends had anything to do with this." Professor McGonagall says firmly.

"Innocent until proven guilty, Severus." Dumbledore says.

"I have a petrified cat." Filch says. "I want to see punishment!"

"We will be able to cure her," Professor Dumbledore says. Once Professor Sprout's Mandrake's are fully grown, they will be made into a potion that can revive Mrs. Norris."

"I can make it in my sleep," Lockhart boasts.

"I believe I am the Potions Master here." Snape says, scanning him.

I had to hold back laughter.

Dumbledore looks at all of us gravely, before laying his eyes on me. "Miss Quimby, I think it is time."

"Time for what?" I say, looking at my friends, confused.

"It is time for me to tell you who your father is." Professor Dumbledore says.

I gasp.

"Do you want us to go while you tell her?" Hermione asks.

"On the contrary, Miss Granger. I want the three of you to know." Professor Dumbledore says. "Why don't we continue this conversation in my office? You all may go," he says, dismissing the other people in the room as the four of us follow Dumbledore towards his office.

I wonder if my father's as bad as people make him out to be.

A/N: You all know what will happen…but you'll still hate me for this lol. Yep, in the NEXT chapter she will find out her father. I enjoyed writing the detention scene.

"I wonder if my father's as bad as people make him out to be." She has no idea...

A lot of people have been asking about, or mentioning, Lina and her 'love life'. Keep in mind that she is only a second year; she's a couple months younger than me right now!

But I will tell you this as a teaser for the later (fourth) years, if you refer to the prophecy about Lina in chapter 3 it says: "And the Boy-Who-Lived and the Slytherin Prince will slowly fall in love with her,"

Keep that in mind.

Sorry about school, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Don't forget to R&R :)

-Ana