AN: Good morning everyone and happy Wednesday. I am very sorry for not updating sooner but life gets in the way. Same with writer's block. It comes at the worst times. I hope to update more in the future, all of my stories in fact. Now on a side note please don't forget that I started a new story called My Mockingjay, it's The Hunger Games from Peeta's perspective so please go check it out. So today is January 18, 2017 and this is the first chapter today. Once again anything you recognize is JK Rowling's and anything you don't is mine.

Hermione POV

Things were quickly going from bad to worse. Firstly, I introduced Harry and Ron to Moaning Myrtle and she drenched the three of us in toilet water. Unfortunately my mouth had been open and I swallowed a mouthful. It tasted worse than I would have imagined and started gagging.

Secondly, Percy caught Harry, Ron and I coming out of the girls' bathroom. He had yelled at Ron saying Ginny thought we were going to be expelled. My stomach dropped horribly when he said that, even though we weren't close I didn't want Ginny to be unduly concerned about her brother.

That night we sat as far from Percy as possible since Ron kept turning red every time he saw his brother. Even as he tried to work on his Charms Essay he kept huffing and crossing things out. Eventually he snapped his book shut and tossed it on the floor. I followed suit a moment later, not caring that I had just thrown a book for once. We had more important things to discuss.

"Who can it be, though?" I asked softly my hands trembling. Harry pulled my hand into his under the table. I gave him a weak smile and turned to Ron. "Who'd want to frighten all the Squibs and Muggle-borns out of Hogwarts?"

"Let's think," Ron said dramatically tapping his finger against his chin. "Who do we know who thinks Muggle-borns are scum?"

"If you're talking about Malfoy -" I started rolling my eyes.

"Of course I am!" Ron snapped. "You heard him - 'You'll be next, Mudbloods!' - come on, you've only got to look at his foul rat face to know it's him -"

"Malfoy, the Heir of Slytherin?" I said doubtfully. He may have been a lot of things but I was sure he wasn't the heir of Slytherin.

"Look at his family," Harry said pulling has hand away from mine and I frowned. "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."

"They could've had the key to the Chamber of Secrets for centuries!" Ron said all but bouncing up and down in his excitement. "Handing it down, father to son."

"Well," I said cautiously looking from Harry to Ron, "I suppose it's possible -"

"But how do we prove it?" Harry asked darkly slamming his fist against the table. A first year girl jumped in surprise and scurried away.

"There might be a way," I said dropping my voice further with a quick glance across the room at Percy. If Percy ever found out my idea we would be expelled for sure. "Of course, it would be difficult. And dangerous, very dangerous. We'd be breaking about fifty school rules, I expect -"

"If, in a month or so, you feel like explaining, you will let us know, won't you?" Ron snapped grouchily.

"All right," I stiffened and glared at him. Harry looked down at the table uncomfortably. "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," Harry said as Ron laughed snidely.

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

"What's that?" Ron and Harry said together.

"Snape mentioned it in class a few weeks ago -"

"D'you think we've got nothing better to do in Potions than listen to Snape?" Ron muttered. I gave him a dark look.

"It transforms you into somebody else. Think about it! We could change into three 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."

"This Polyjuice stuff sounds a bit dodgy to me," Ron said, frowning.

"What if we were stuck looking like three of the Slytherins forever?" Harry asked paling.

"It wears off after a while," I said waving my hand. "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: You needed a signed note of permission from a teacher. It would be so hard to talk a teacher into agreeing.

"Hard to see why we'd want the book, really," Ron said, "if we weren't going to try and make one of the potions."

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

"Oh, come on, no teacher's going to fall for that," Ron said snorting loudly.

"They'd have to be really thick..." Harry said then froze. A curious smile crossed his face and then he snorted a laugh. "I know exactly who to ask!"

"Who?" I asked my stomach swirling. Unfortunately, I had a strong feeling I knew who he would say. The one teacher I was so desperately hoping for to succeed and hadn't done anything once to make me believe he was who he said he was.

"Lockhart!"

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