Hogwarts, 50 years before Harry. . .
"Melina! Give that back!" A tall and lanky boy with blond hair shouted.
"Oooh, it's a diary! What did wittle Tommy write in his diawy?" A red headed girl asked as she ran through the corridors, clutching the leather book in her fist. Her bullying wasn't uncalled for. Tom and his friends in Slytherin had taunted the Ravenclaws all year, always around Proffessor Claun, or Professor Dippet, the frail bald headmaster that had been in Slytherin himself and greatly favored that house. Finally the teachers weren't around, and it was Melina and her friend, Amiee's, turn to get back at them.
Giggling, they ran off up the marble staircase and made their way to the hidden Ravenclaw entrance right next to the library, behind the portrait of a very scholarly-looking man with gray glasses that were midway down his nose as he surveyed the approaching students.
As soon as they said the password, popinjay, they stopped, frozen in their tracks. Literally.
A/N I got the idea for the story by reading The Chamber of Secrets to my little brother. It's my first time posting a fanfic story, so please R&R and tell me if it's good enough, or original enough, to continue!