"The Chamber of Secrets Has Been Opened. Enemies of the heir beware.." You read silently as more and more students flooded the corridor. Ms Norris hanging on a rope, petrified. You grabbed Wood's hand as he read the writing off the wall. You shivered. It was written in blood? Your eyes scanned down the wall and to a bushy haired 2nd year. Hermione, Ron, and Harry stood there shocked.

"You hear that mud-blood!" Draco snarled. "You're next!" I growled at him.

The professor came. Snape, McGonagall, Madam Pomphrey, and Dumbeldore. Filch was screaming about his 'Poor Cat'.

"Do you think we're in danger?" You asked Wood as you hurried to Gryffindor tower.

"We'll be alright." He assured. "Did you hear Malfoy? 'You're next mud-blood!' Who has given him the right to use that kind of talk"

"I should check on 'Mione, make sure she's okay. The last time was bad."

Flashback

You were walking to the pitch with Wood and the other Gryffindor's. Slytherin stopped you. Marcus Flint and his messed up teeth blocked your way. He smiled at you and you gagged, not out loud, that would be rude. Wood stepped up towards him.

"What are you doing?" He asked Flint. "I have the Quidditch Pitch reserved for Gryffindor."

"We have a note." Flint said. He put a finger on your chin, tilting it up so you was looking at him. "Read it. Will you, Princess?" He handed you the note and you looked down, reading the note.

"I, Proffesor Snape, give Slytherin permission to practice on the pitch. In order to train our new seeker." He snatched the note from you.

"You have a new seeker?" Wood asked him. Draco stepped forward. DRACO? Of all people.

"That's not all that's new this year." Draco held up his broom.

"That's a Nimbus two-thousand and one, that is!" Ron said. "How'd you get that?"

"A gift from Draco's father." Flint said.

Zoning out got you no where. You only came back as Draco let a slimy sentence escape his pale, thin, pathetic lips.

"Filthy Mudblood!" He sneered at Hermione. Ron growled.

"How cute, Ron likes her!" You whispered excitedly to Wood. His response was a nudge to your stomach.

"Eat slugs!" Ron shouted. A green blast smacked back at Ron, whom was sent flying into the air. He hit the ground with a thud. Of course, you just glared at Malfoy as he snickered with the Slytherin team. Ron coughed and a giant slug fell from his mouth. You gagged.

"Gross!" Many of the girls said, covering their mouths as Ron let out more slugs. Harry and Hermione picked him up. They started walking, but you caught 'Mione's arm.

"Ignore Draco. He is a petty, very rude, son of a-" You began, but got stopped by Wood. You smiled at Hermione, "Ignore Draco."

Later that night, you had been on the verge of sleep. Hermione's sobs could be heard as she came out of the bathroom. You sat straight up and looked at her. Tear tracks stained her rosy baby cheeks. Parts of her hair were wet and clinging to her cheeks.

"Oh, Mione!" You engulfed her in a hug.

"D-Draco can't be n-nice f-for one second." She sobbed into your shoulder. You patted her floods hair, mostly to keep it from your face.

End of Flashback

You couldn't find Hermione anywhere. She was probably with Ron and Harry, they would have her back. You scrambled to your bed and curled up, opening a book, and reading it. You turned the page, slowly, taking in the last sentence of the page as it flipped.

"Books, books, books!" The voice of Katy Bell sang from the doorway. "It's all I ever see you doing!"

You shut the book, eyeing the Gryffindor in your doorway. "What brings you to my room?"

"Wood said-" you cut her off- "If Wood said, Wood should tell."

She scoffed, "Of course." She shut the door and you could hear the retreating footsteps of her graceful figure leaving. Opening the book, you sat on the floor. After about ten minutes, loud footsteps could be heard by your door. You groaned and kept reading. The door swung open, revealing Wood and Percy. You stood up, motioning they could come in. When they did, they shut the door.

"Secretive, are we?" You smiled.

"Are you scared?" Percy asked, concern etched in his usual bored tone. You furrowed your brows.

"Of you?" You laughed, "No! Why should I be?"

"Not of us!" Wood whisper yelled. His voice full of concern, matching his eyes. "Of the message on the wall."

"Oh," you stepped back and sat on the bed. "N-no. Of course not. Why should I be scared of some creepy message, possibly written in blood! And why should I be scared of the possibility that it could be after not only Mudbloods but pure-bloods and Halfbloods! Whatever 'it' may be!"

Wood and Percy sat on either side of you. Wood held your hand, and Percy rubbed your back. You smiled. "Why should I be scared? I will simply throw you two into the jaws of death as a sacrifice, and scream out 'Sapre me! For I have not done anything to harm thou! Take these goofs and do what you want! They may be smart, and they may be dumb, but I swear they will treat you well!'"

"That seems well rehearsed." Percy said, intrigued. You rubbed the back of your neck.

"It's not like I'm plotting anything against you," You mumbled. Wood threw a pillow at you and it turned into one big pillow fight. It was nice to watch Percy laugh, you thought, because he rarely does outside of this friend group. You loved the sight of Wood and Percy laughing while hitting you with pillows. Although the feathers were not a bonus at all.