''Do you know when the Chamber of Secrets was opened last time?'' Harry asked, fidgeting in the chair, as he glanced over at Draco, it as apparent that his friend felt just as uncomfortable or perhaps still jittery from the game. Slytherin had won again. Harry was a bit more reserved and perhaps even a bit worried. Although he disliked Jerry, Harry was still concerned over the rouge bludger that tried to smash Jerry's head in.

Dumbledore looked a bit surprised and paused midway from handing them the lemon drop dish. ''Is there a reason for your interest?''

''Well, we're just a bit worried is all.'' Draco quickly said, ''Seeing if we can do anything to stop whatever is happening.''

Unfortunately, Draco wasn't a very good liar and Dumbledore looked skeptical, but in the end the Headmaster still answered their question, ''It was when I was still a Professor and Headmaster Dopplet was in charge. I remember the year very well, 1942 it was the same year that our dear groundskeeper was expelled from school, from being suspected of unleasing the monster.''

''Hagrid? But he's not very ... uh... I mean, using blood to write on the wall?'' Harry asked, the things that happened and Hagrid's persona didn't match up.

''He has a fondness for beasts, especially dangerous ones, as you both well know. Which is perhaps why he was suspected.''

''Did you think he did it?''

''No... I don't think so. Hagrid would never do such a thing.''

''But if it was an accident...'' Draco said.

''Yeah, but remember the writings Draco, it means that someone was doing it on purpose.''

''Yes, I'm afraid Harry's observation is correct...'' Dumbledore started, but then he trailed off. He looked unsure of how much information he wanted to impart.

''Do you have any idea who did it?'' Harry prodded.

Dumbledore paused for a bit and then shook his head, but as he did so, he refused to look at Harry. It was enough for Harry to suspect something was up.

''Um... the girl that died.'' Harry said, ''What was her name?''

''Um... Mrs... I don't recall her first name, but... her last name was Myrtle.''

''Thank you.''

''Are you positive he said Myrtle.'' Hermione said, she has been passing by on her way to the dining hall when she came across Harry and Draco, Harry had then told her about their research so far.

''Yeah, which means that we need to look deeper in the records to see if we can find out about that incident sixty years ago.'' Draco said.

''Why not just directly ask the person?'' Hermione said.

Harry and Draco turned to Hermione, ''What do you mean?''

''I mean, Myrtle is one of Hogwart's ghosts. Her nickname is Moaning Myrtle and she occupies the bathroom the girl's bathroom on the second floor. We can go find her after lunch and talk to her.''

''We?''

''Look, I think you're onto something. And besides, you two would still be stuck in the stacks if I didn't tell you about Myrtle.''

''She has a point.'' Harry said.

''Just don't touch me okay?'' Draco warned her.

Hermione just grinned (a bit eerily) at him and then headed over to the Gryffindor dining table.

Myrtle's nickname was more than apparent the moment they opened to door into the girl's bathroom and heard moaning and splashing around the toilets. Ron made a face as he tried not to step in the puddle that Myrtle was making. Hermione had also informed him what was going on and he decided to come along.

''I'm going to be wary of going to the toilet after this,'' Harry muttered. Ron and Draco nodded in agreement.

''Moaning Myrtle?'' Hermione called out.

Suddenly a pimply looking transparent girl with thick glasses and limp hair stuck her head out of the toilet door and narrowed her eyes at them, ''What do 'you' want? Here to make fun of me?!''

''No!'' Hermione said quickly, ''We're here to ask you a question... about your death.''

This made Myrtle stop her crying, in fact, her face had contorted in pleasure, ''Well, it all happened when Olive Hornby made fun of me. I came in here to get away from her and I was just here minding my own business when I heard a boy come in. He was saying a bunch of gibberish and I stuck my head out to tell him to 'get out' because this was the girls bathroom... and then I died!''

The four corporeal students traded glances.

''Do you remember anything else? Before you died?'' Hermione asked.

''Yes, yellow eyes, great big ones. They had slits in them, like cat eyes, only not...they were evil looking.''

''Snakes have slits in their eyes too.'' Draco murmured.

Then Harry asked, ''Do you remember how the boy looked like?''

Myrtle shook her head.

''Wait.'' Draco started, ''How did the gibberish sound like?''

''Sound like?'' Myrtle asked, confused.

''You know, I mean did the noise the boy make sound strange or unique.''

''Uh... It was like a bunch of ssssss.''

Draco nodded, confirming his suspicions, ''Parseltongue.''

''That's pretty rare.'' Harry commented, ''Do you think there may be records of who could speak animal languages.''

''Even if so Harry,'' Hermione started, ''I don't think he would put his name down, if he was going to commit such a crime.''

Draco raised a brow, ''Great, so now what?''

They had tried to ask Myrtle some more questions, but eventually they wore her out and she started to throw a tantrum, so they made their escape and started to head back to their rooms. Ron and Hermione ran ahead because Ron forgot that he had to find Ginny since he hadn't seen her all day. Apparently Jerry had a crush on her and had it in his mind that she should be throwing herself at his feet because of that. Ginny really didn't like Jerry though and found herself hiding away with Ron and Hermione at times because she wanted to get away from him. Sometimes it got so bad that she seemed to disappear for hours just to escape him.

The next day, a very worried Ron headed over to the Slytherin table, despite a few hisses and glares and asked Harry and Draco if they had seen his little sister. The both of them didn't know.

Then, around noon, they finally found her sitting uncomfortably in the library.

''Ginny!'' Ron cried out and ran over to her, ''God, I was worried to death. Where were you all last night?''

Ginny fidgeted, not looking at Ron, ''Uh, I was just ... I was around... I wasn't really up for company so I just kind of wandered around the halls.''

Ron frowned with worry, ''Ginny, with the attack, it's not safe to be out.''

''It was just Filch's cat...'' Ginny replied weakly.

''No it wasn't.'' Harry suddenly said with a grave voice.

The four of them looked up at Harry.

''I went to go see my brother this morning, Colin Creevy was in there. Even though Jerry usually doesn't tell me anything, he told me that the house elf had sent the bludger after him and then later Colin was taken in. I think he's scared that someone might be trying to kill him, earlier he sent an owl to dad saying that he might want to be home schooled for the rest of the year.''

''Is the house elf dangerous?'' Ron asked.

Hermione frowned, ''Nonsense, they just do whatever they're told... They don't...''

''But trying to kill someone, no matter if it's an order from a master is still murder Granger. I think the next time someone should catch that house elf and put it down.''

''Do you think it 'did' all this?'' Ron asked.

Draco sneered, ''House elves can't speak Parseltongue.''

''But that doesn't mean we can't consider it's involvement in this.'' Harry said solemnly.