Chapter 13

The five of us were walking down the hall after dinner the next day. Suddenly Harry stopped dead in his tracks. "What is it?" Hermione asked.

"Don't you hear that?" He asked us.

"Hear what, Harry?" Neville asked.

"A voice! It's saying it wants to rip and kill. How are you not hearing it?" Harry asked. Then it dawned on be. He was hearing the basilisk! Unfortunately, I couldn't very well tell him that.

"There is no voice Harry." Hermione said gently.

"I'm not crazy, I heard it." He muttered as we continued walking.

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Soon it was October. I had finally succeeded in changing my whole hand. It turns into a hoof. I could be a horse or something but it is impossible to tell until you are finished the transformation. The others had managed to succeed a few days after me. We had all moved onto the next step, which is trying to change our whole arm.

It was Halloween. We were practicing in the room of requirement. My arm was turning white and my hand was still a hoof. In the book it said that you can only truly find out what you are after the transformation is complete. This is because after you do it you could grow or shrink in size. This is also when extra parts will be added such as horns, tails and wings. Hermione, had managed to change her whole arm into a wing. It was amazing. We were pretty sure she was going to be a bird. The others were still a mystery though.

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That night we had gotten roped into going to Sir Nicolas' death day party. It was frightfully boring and the food was just awful. We had finally been able to leave and were walking down the corridor. Then Harry stopped again. Of course, this is when he finds Mrs Norris petrified.

We followed Harry as he was running down the hall yelling about the voice killing someone. I didn't really catch it. He stopped suddenly and I bumped into him. There was Mrs Norris's stiff body hanging from a candle. On the wall in shining blood red letters was written: The chamber of secrets has been opened. Enemies of the heir, beware.

At that point, people started flooding the corridor. Dinner had obviously ended. The chatter died suddenly as people saw Mrs Norris. "Enemies of the heir, beware. You'll be next mudbloods." Someone shouted. It wasn't Malfoy this time. It was Goyle. I wonder if Malfoy is having a change of heart.

At that moment, Argus Filch charged into the area. "What is going on here?" He growled. His eyes widened in horror as he saw his cat. He turned to us and his eyes locked on Harry. "You!" He yelled. "You murdered my cat!"

"No!" Harry Pleaded. "I swear, I didn't." But there was no convincing the stubborn care taker.

"I'm going to kill you!" He yelled at Harry.

Luckily Dumbledore walked in. He took in the scene and his eyes also paused on Harry. "He killed my cat!" Filch was yelling.

"Silence." Dumbledore commanded. "She is not dead. She has been petrified. No second year could have done this." He dismissed everyone and lead us to his office. It happened much like the book except of course, for the absence of Lockhart. We were soon dismissed and lead back to the common room by Professor McGonagall.

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Just like in the book, people were starting to avoid Harry. They thought he was the heir of Slytherin. They weren't onto Malfoy though because he wasn't acting so bad anymore. They also figured that Crabbe and Goyle were far to thick to be a threat. It was Saturday and they had a quidditch match. Gryffindor versus Slytherin.

After breakfast they all made their way slowly down to the quidditch field. Hermione, Ron and Neville wished Harry and I good luck as we entered the changing rooms.

"Slytherin has better brooms than us," Wood told the team. "No point denying it. But we've got better people on our brooms. We've trained harder than they have, we've been flying in all weathers -"

"Too true," muttered George Weasley. "I haven't been properly dry since August"

"- and we're going to make them rue the day they let that little bit of slime, Malfoy, buy his way onto their team." Wood turned to Harry.

"It'll be down to you, Harry, to show them that a Seeker has to have something more than a rich father. Get to that Snitch before Malfoy or die trying, Harry, because we've got to win today, we've got to."

"So no pressure, Harry" said George, winking at him.

They walked out onto the pitch. Madam Hooch asked Flint and Wood to shake hands, which they did, giving each other threatening stares and trying to break each others hands with their grips.

"On my whistle," said Madam Hooch. "Three... two... one..."

We were off. The game went so much smoother because there wasn't a rouge bludger after Harry. Dobby really did listen to me. Slytherin was pulling a head because of their faster brooms. I did however make sure that they weren't ahead by much. This was the toughest game I had ever played. The Gryffindor players had to work twice as hard to not fall too far behind.

I was about to zoom of towards the ball when one of the Slytherin chasers grabbed onto the back of my broom. I tried to shake him off but it wasn't happening. I saw a bludger heading strait for me. So that was what he was doing. I wasn't too worried though because Fred was flying close enough to hit it away. He saw what was happening but he didn't hit it away. He just moved aside. That prat! He must be still mad at me. "Do your job, Fred!" I heard wood yell angrily at him. I worked harder to shake the Slytherin off but it was too late.

The bludger made contact with my leg. There was a sickening crack and I gasped in pain. The Slytherin suddenly let go of my broom and flew away. It jerked forward with such a force that it made me fall off. Harry gasped but luckily I managed to grab the broom as I was falling. I was now dangling far above the ground. I tried to swing back on but it was so painful to move. The only Gryffindor close enough to help me was Fred and I could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't going to. He was too busy pretending not to notice me.

To my complete and utter astonishment, Draco quickly flew over. He carefully put his arm around my waist and lifted me back onto my broomstick. "Umm. Thanks." I told him.

"Don't mention it." He replied and flew away.

Wood called a time out and I flew carefully to the ground. I dismounted my broom but I quickly fell onto the grass. I hissed in pain when I tried to get up. "I think my leg's broken." I told them.

"Don't worry we'll put in a substitute." Wood assured me. He turned to Harry. "We need you to catch the snitch fast Harry. Without all our best chasers we're going to get slaughtered out there." But Harry wasn't listening.

"Why didn't you help her!" He yelled at Fred. "You just let that bludger go right passed you! You didn't even try to get her back on her broom! She could have fallen and died!" Harry was really angry.

"It's fine Harry. He didn't notice." I insisted. "Besides, I'm fine. You of all people should know I've had worse than a broken leg." I didn't want Fred to start spilling my secrets.

"Your not fine!" Harry exclaimed. "Your leg's broken and you could have died! There is no way Fred could have missed the fact that you weren't sitting on your broom!"

"She deserved it!" Fred spat. Oh shit! This is very bad.

"Never mind this now!" Wood exclaimed. "We have to finish the game." They left me on the side lines. Harry gave both me and Fred a look that clearly said 'this isn't over'. They flew back into the sky and the game continued. Madame Pomfrey was now on the scene. She levitated me onto a stretcher and took me to the Hospital wing.

Madame Pomfrey mended my leg in under five minutes. "You can go now." She told me. "Try to go easy on it for a few days."

"Thank you." I said. I got up off the bed. My leg felt a little stiff but apart from that it seemed normal. At that point, the Gryffindor quidditch team along with Ron, Neville and Hermione, came charging into the room.

"Annie, you're okay." Hermione exclaimed.

"Of course, she's okay 'Mione! It was only a broken leg." Ron said.

"In my defence, a broken leg takes months to heal in the muggle world." She said to the pure bloods in the room.

"Who won?" I asked.

"We did!" Wood said happily. "Harry got the snitch a few minutes after you left." I smiled and nodded.

"Hey, can I speak to Fred alone for a minute?" I asked. Everyone else left the room.

When everyone had finally cleared out, I turned to face Fred. "This has gone on long enough!" I voiced firmly. "What the hell is your problem?!"

"Your a dirty liar." He spat. "You shouldn't even be here. You probably are a death eater. You probably came from the future so you could gain Harry's trust and then stab him in the back."

"I didn't choose to be here." I argued. "I was ripped from my home. From my family. I am probably never going to see them again. Then to top it all off I'm cursed. I can't speak a word of the future or my old life to anyone who doesn't already know. I have to lie. I have no choice in the matter. Dumbledore thought it would be best if no one found out and it's not like I can tell anyone. Harry is my friend! I would never betray him and I am no death eater. I would have never been put in Gryffindor if any of that were true." Fred looked surprised. I guess he didn't actually hear the whole conversation in Dumbledores office. I turned around and stormed out the door.

"I-I didn't kn-know." He spluttered at my back but I just kept walking.

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