A/N: So I know this is a canon chapter title but I just feel it fits best for this chapter. I won't do this too much.


Renee POV

It was the morning of the match against Gryffindor. I knew Ginny was feeling conflicted because she wanted to cheer for me and for her house, which was understandable. Clara, on the other hand, was sitting with Sandra, Tomasz, Stacy, Sophia, and Gill, which warmed my heart. I was shocked that she'd brave Kaylee's gang and Draco's gang for me, but she loved me more than anyone, except perhaps Jade. As I walked out onto the field, she gave a small wave. She was the best friend in the world, and I was overjoyed to see her with my other friends. Secretly, though, even I was rooting for Gryffindor a little bit. I certainly didn't want Draco catching the snitch. Harry, on the other hand, was pretty nice. Hearing the voices together in Lockhart's detention had brought us a little closer together, and I had sometimes spoken to him since.

I mounted my broom. I had debated on whether to play on the Nimbus 2001's that Malfoy's father had bought the team, but I decided that if I wanted any team unity, I should just take it, at least for this year. Or maybe just this match. That's what Clara had said, too.

Flint came up to me. "Remember your training, stupid. If you let too many goals in, we'll kick you off the team."

"Oh and I bet you have some big, sluggish walrus who can't fly to replace me," I retorted. Flint turned pale, and I knew I'd won. "Wouldn't want to get Crabbe or Goyle as my replacement, would you?"

"Okay, fine, but that's no excuse for you not to play well."

"Do you think I don't care about Slytherin?" I gave him a hard, cold stare.

"Fine, you win, but as soon as we find someone adequate to replace you, you're off the team."

I rolled my eyes. "Let's play, loser!"

I flew up to the goalposts and saw Wood and Flint shake hands in a less-than-friendly way. Madam Hooch blew her whistle, and the Quaffle was thrown into the air.

I was the only girl on the Slytherin team, but all of the Gryffindor chasers were female.

George Weasley whacked a Bludger at me, and I braced myself, but it changed direction in midair. My eyes widened; this was not what Bludgers were supposed to do. But no sooner had I realized that than the other Bludger came at me from the back. One of our beaters smashed it away from me.

I continued to watch Harry. Wood was doing a bad job of managing the goalposts on his side, which made sense, and so I heard Lee Jordan, the commentator, yell "Slytherin lead, sixty to zero!" I should have been happy, but Harry's Bludger had been hit toward other players no less than three times by now, and it always whizzed back to him. I noticed him trying to signal a timeout, and despite being on different teams, I helped him. Madam Hooch blew her whistle, so she must've noticed one of us. I flew down to my team. Our chasers pounded fists at how well they were doing, but I was angry.

"How can you just sit by and laugh? That Bludger is attacking a student!"

"Who cares, Renee?" Malfoy guffawed. "You haven't even been tested yet!"

I childishly stuck my tongue out at him. He was about to retort, but Madam Hooch blew her whistle and we were off. I felt bad for Harry, and I thought that the Bludger had probably been tampered with.

I didn't really want Harry to be hurt, although I guessed it was slightly inevitable. I thought he might have something when he hovered by Malfoy. I saw something golden by his ear and he was reaching out for the Snitch. He almost had it when….WHAM!

The Bludger had finally caught its target. But for some reason, Harry was still determined. He reached out for the Snitch and caught it. I heard cheers from the Gryffindor section of the bleachers and realized the game was over. I took off on my broom and flew down, just in time to see Harry faint.

Clara and Ginny were jogging over to see what had happened, and Hermione and Ron were at their heels. I groaned as I smelled the heavy cologne of my least favorite teacher.

Fred Weasley was trying to wrestle the Bludger into the box, but it still had one last target. It flew out of his hand and came pelting toward me. I tried to jump out of the way, but it changed direction again. It hit my forehead with force, and I blacked out.


I was lying on something flat and soft. I couldn't tell what it was. I tried to move my head, and it was okay.

"Renee Sanderson, thank the gods you're alive," a woman said. I realized I must've been in the hospital wing. "I thought you were gone for sure. A fracture to the head, I'd like to know….

"Anyway, drink some of this, it should clear things up. You'll have to stay the night. Miss Bradley, she's awake! Five minutes only!"

I looked up to see the sandy hair I despised in my own house, and because I was still a little groggy, I yelled, "You! What did you do to that Bludger, Malfoy!?"

"Renee, it's me. Clara. I'm here, Renee. Draco Malfoy is not here, I promise."

I leaned on my elbow. "I'm sorry, Clara. Why do you look so much like him?"

"We share a mother, remember?"

"Oh, right. The demigod stuff."

"Sshhh! Harry's here!"

I nodded sleepily.

"I'm going to go now. Get some sleep, Renee. You'll feel better when you wake up."

I nodded again, my eyes now closed. I barely heard Clara walk out.


I wasn't sure what time it was when I woke up, but it was definitely not morning. My head hurt, and I wondered what had been in that drink that Madam Pomfrey had given me. A fracture to my skull, huh?

I looked around, trying to figure out what had woken me. I heard Harry and another squeaky voice.

"Dobby wants to save Harry Potter's life! Better sent home, grievously injured, than remain here, sir. Dobby only wanted Harry Potter hurt enough to be sent home!"

"Oh is that all? I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you wanted me sent home in pieces! And what about the Sanderson girl?"

"Ah, if Harry Potter only knew! If he knew what he means to us, the lowly, the enslaved, we dregs of the magical world!" The squeaky voice was moaning. "Dobby remembers how it was when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was at the height of his power, sir." He went on to talk about how bad it had been when Voldemort was around, and what Harry's triumph meant to the subservient creatures. I realized then that he was probably a house elf like the ones in the kitchens. I kind of tuned out until the house elf mentioned my name. "But Dobby will tell Harry Potter honestly that he had nothing to do with Renee Black's injury, sir. It was a Bludger, sir, and Bludgers are made to attack."

"But Fred was wrestling it back into the box."

"Dobby does not know sir. Dobby did not make the Bludger target Miss Black, only Harry Potter, sir."

"Hold on. Renee Black? I thought her surname was Sanderson." He looked over at my bed and saw that I was awake.

Dobby gasped. "Dobby has said too much, sir!" There was a loud crack, and the elf disappeared.

Harry and I stared at each other for a second before I said, "How did he fix that Bludger when they were locked up?" at the same time Harry demanded, "Why did you lie to everyone about your name?"

"You first, Sanderson!"

"Harry, I honestly don't know! I don't. My last name is Sanderson, at least as far as I know."

"As far as you know? What do you mean?"

"Well…." Okay, so I was the one who had done this to myself. I would either need to lie or come up with something.

"Er….I'm an orphan. That's what they put me down as in the orphanage."

"You hesitated."

"I don't know why he called me Renee Black, honest! And why is that a bad thing? I want to know just how powerful house elves are, Harry Potter!"

"Renee, shut up a sec. I mean it. Someone's coming," Harry hissed. I laid back down and pretended to be asleep.

Professor Dumbledore was backing into the doorway holding what looked like a statue. A second later, Professor McGonagall followed, holding its legs. They lifted the statue onto a spare bed. "Go fetch Madam Pomfrey, Minerva."

McGonagall walked out of the room. She came back a few minutes later, Madam Pomfrey in tow.

"Albus, what….?"

"Another attack, Poppy. Minerva found him on the stairs."

"There were a bunch of grapes next to him," said McGonagall. "We think he was trying to sneak up here to visit Potter or Sanderson."

I looked to see who the kid was. I gasped. It was Colin Creevey, the Gryffindor boy who I had noticed at the sorting. I also had potions with him, but we never really talked. It was always me and Ginny, Gill, Sandra, or occasionally Tomasz. Colin must've had friends, but I didn't remember who they were.

"Petrified?" Whispered Madam Pomfrey, even though I think she already knew. McGonagall answered in the affirmative.

She went on to talk about how worried she had been. "You don't suppose he managed to get a picture of his attacker?"

Silently, Dumbledore pulled the back off the camera. There was a loud hissing sound and an acrid smell. I gagged from four beds away. Harry was coughing too.

"Melted. All melted," moaned Madam Pomfrey.

"But what could this mean, Albus?" McGonagall asked, her face ashen.

"It means," said Dumbledore slowly, "that the Chamber of Secrets is indeed open again."

"But Albus….surely….who?"

"The question is not who, Minerva. The question is how?"

I looked over at Harry, who gave me a silent shrug. McGonagall looked as confused as we were. They left the room, and Harry whispered, "Renee, I want you to tell me if you ever hear those voices again. And I'll tell you. Okay?"

"Okay. And Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"I know you're not the Heir. You couldn't be, Harry."

"Thanks, Renee. Get some sleep."

"You too."

I felt warm inside, knowing that I had helped Harry. I was glad we had been together. I know I wouldn't want to have gone through that alone.


A/N: So this is the next installment. I swear the next chapter will be primarily Clara, to make up for how much Renee had in these last few.

So yeah, the first Dobby scene for the demi-witches. And he accidentally revealed something about Renee's background. We'll see where it goes from there.

As always, please review!

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