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Thirty-Six

Surprisingly, Draco made the Slytherin Quidditch team without any close completion. His position was as the teams Seeker. After the Slytherin Quidditch tryouts, the group of six returned to spend some time in their study room and set up the potions practice section after Snape had delivered some potions cauldrons the previous day.

Hannah and Dobby had set the heavier furniture up for the pre-teens and all they had to do was decorate. They did a little homework and studying before returning to the Quidditch pitch to watch Dudley tryout for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. Dudley, as it turned out, was a natural in the position of Beater which he won hands down. Later on, Harley would find out that Cedric helped him train some weekends last year.

Neville was more than happy to let Dudley risk his life hundreds of metres off the ground. He was determined that he was not that stupid. Herbology was his growing passion.

The following morning, Harley found herself standing in amongst the Ravenclaw Quidditch team hopefuls, Draco had put her down for Seeker position of the position of Chaser. When she stepped out on the pitch in the blue and bronze practice Quiddditch robes, the young girl found with an audience consisting of Hermione, Draco, Pansy, Dudley, Neville, Cedric, Fred, George and Ginny.

For the position of seeker, Harley found herself up against third year seeker hopeful, Cho Chang and fifth year Alfred Conner.

Cho and Alfred went first, their goal was to see who could catch the snitch quickest. They had been up in the air for less than a few minutes before a glint of gold told the audience that Cho had caught the snitch.

Bart grinned. "Two minutes, five seconds. New record, Chang," he told the girl when she landed.

"Thanks, Bart," she smiled back. Cho handed Bart the snitch and he nodded to Harley. "You and Alfred-"

"No thanks mate," Alfred cut him off. "I ain't gonna beat Cho. I'll pass."

The Quidditch captain sighed. "Okay. Fine. Cho, back on the broom. It's you and Harley. First to catch the snitch."

Harley mounted her broom and kicked off the ground the same time Cho did. When she was up in the air, the young Ravenclaw closed her eye to rely on her new animal senses to follow the snitch.

She opened her eyes just in time to see Cho shot past her.

Harley leant forward and her broom took off after Cho.

The snitch zoomed away from Cho as she flew after the golden ball.

Harley closed her eyes and focused on the fluttering wings of the ball before she changed her direction. She turned her broom to the left and flew over towards the commentator's box. She flung her arm out and her fingers tightened around the cool metal ball before Cho could even touch it.

Harley looked to Cho who glared at the girl before returning to the ground. She followed suit and handed the snitch to Bart. He was beaming at her.

"Fifty-two seconds," Bart told her. "That's some pretty good flying, Potter." He looked over at the students applying for the position of beater. "Our current chasers will go through some drills with you,"

"You're also on here for the chaser position?" he asked whilst his eyes were on the practicing kids.

She nodded.

"Seeker position is yours if you want it," Bart offered.

Harley shrugged.

"You don't want it?" he asked.

"Everyone thinks that just cause my dad played Quidditch that I should too," she told him. "I told Draco that I'd try out for the team-wasn't sure if I'd take the position if I ever got it."

Bart paused. "We could really use someone like you on the team. You've got a natural eye for Quidditch." He looked down at her. "Tell you what-how about I put you down for reserve Seeker?" Bart offered. "I'll offer Cho the position and you can fill in for her if she's injured during a match or out for a few months at a time."

Harley grinned. "I like that idea."

Bart patted her on the shoulder. "Well, good to sorta have you on the team, Potter. I'll send notes out about practice later."

Harley nodded at him and headed back towards the change rooms to put her weekend clothes on. Prongs and everyone else was waiting for her when she came out. "Hey guys."

"That was bloody brilliant!" Fred and George laughed. "You were amazing."

"I didn't take the position," Harley admitted. "Bart offered it to me but I turned it down. I'm the reserve seeker."

Draco sighed. "All that talent."

"Snape could say the same thing about you and potions," Harley answered. "Just because you want me to play doesn't mean I will, please understand that Draco."

"Well I think you did good," Cedric smiled. He glanced at his watch. "I've got study group, I'll see you guys later. Come on you two."

"Hey Ginny?" Dudley spoke. "Sorry we've been busy lately but have you got some free time? We were thinking we could try that animagi stuff with you."

"Sure!" Ginny grinned. "I've been dying to give it a go since you spoke about it!" She eagerly followed the group to their new hangout and only when they were out of prying ears, she asked what she wanted to know. "Have you guys got your forms yet?"

"We sure do," Pansy nodded.

"Getting to know your form is easy," Harley advised her. "Turning into it is hard. I'm a doe."

"I'm a wolf," Draco told her.

"Owl," Hermione smiled. "Which means I have to learn how to fly."

"Bear," Dudley answered.

"Fox," Pansy spoke.

"Otter," Neville shrugged.

"I would not have pegged you for any of those forms," Ginny told them honestly. "I would think Draco to be a snake or something."

Draco stuck his tongue out at her. "Ha, ha, Weasley."

Ginny giggled. "I got a letter from mum this morning," she told everyone. "Her and dad are super supportive and say they still love me no matter what. They don't care that I'm Slytherin."

Harley patted her shoulder. "Told you." The group entered the castle and the moment they crossed the threshold, Harley heard something that sent shivers down her spine.

Come, come, come to me. Come to me.

"Not funny, Draco!" Harley snapped. She shoved him a little.

"Hey!" Draco growled. "What the blood hell was that for?"

"That voice!" Harley defended.

"What voice?" Hermione asked her friend. "We didn't hear anything."

Blood. I smell blood. Let me rip you. Let me kill you. Kill! Kill! Kill!

"Harley!" Dudley shouted, shaking his cousin.

Harley gazed at him. "Did you hear it?" she whispered.

"What?" they all questioned.

"The voice," Harley told them, "I think it's going to kill someone."

"Kill someone?" Pansy muttered.

Harley rushed off down the corridor and came around the corner to find water all over the floor. She looked at the window just in time to see a line of spiders running outside the castle. "I've never seen spiders act like that."

"What the bloody hell is that?" Dudley gasped.

Above the floor, writing was splashed across the wall in red paint.

The Chamber of Secrets has been opened.

Enemies of the heir beware.

"That's blood," Hermione gasped. "Oh no-it's Filch's cat. It's Mrs Norris."

Underneath the writing, there was a petrified cat.

"Holy crap," Harley whispered.

"What is going on here?" McGonagall demanded to know as she appeared behind them. She walked through them and froze when she saw the writing on the wall. "Oh my-"

"What's going on 'ere?" Filch suddenly asked. He was with Professor Dumbledore. He gasped when he saw his cat. "You've murdered my cat!" he shrieked, lunging at Harley.

Prongs got in front of his bonded mate and knocked Filch to the ground.

"I'll kill you!" Filch yelled as Harley pulled Prongs off him.

Dumbledore helped Filch to his feet. "Issue an immediate curfew, have everyone return to their dormitories. Gryffindor Quiddditch tryouts will be during the week. You seven-what happened?"

Hermione proceeded to tell them what had happened when they came across the scene. During that time, other teachers had arrived including Snape, Flitwick and Lockhart. Dumbledore inspected Mrs Norris, declaring her petrified and not dead.

"Ask her!" Filch snapped, pointing at Harley. "She did it!"

"I did not!" Harley yelled. "I never touched your stupid cat. I was at Quidditch trials."

"News of this will spread quickly," Dumbledore muttered. "This cannot happen again. Return to your dorm rooms immediately, all of you. Dinner will be served in your common rooms."

Harley cocked her head to the side. What did he mean by happening again? That had officially peaked her curiosity.