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Chapter 4

Over the next two weeks, Gohan hadn't seen Ginny's diary anywhere. No matter when and where he looked during the day, he never saw it lying about or Ginny writing in it. She never brought it to classes anymore and Gohan supposed she didn't want anyone to see it like he had. He didn't dare ask her where it was either, because she might have thought he was being nosy and would get mad at him.

The issue of Tom Riddle and that diary were still bugging him, sometimes to the point where he couldn't concentrate in classes and when he was doing his homework. The thought would come up at the most obscure moment and he'd end up breaking something in the process. He'd already broken his favorite quill this morning in Charms and trowel in Herbology.

Worst of all had happened in Transfiguration only two days ago. He had been so frustrated over the diary and the fact that he couldn't get his beetle to turn into a button without legs, that he had transformed into a super saiya-jin. He hadn't even noticed it first, (he was too busy whacking his wand on the desk in substitution for his head) but J.B. eventually did…

"Gohan! Hey, Gohan!" J.B. hissed, making sure McGonagall was too busy yelling at one of the Hufflepuffs for dropping the beetle jar instead of paying attention to him. "Gohan!"

"What?" Gohan replied, his nerves frayed. He whipped around to face J.B. and his friend must have noticed the snarl on his face because he edged away from Gohan a moment later. "I'm busy, J.B.! I've got to get this stupid thing to turn into a - "

"I know you do, but I think something must have gone wrong with one of your spells!" J.B. said.

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, your hair's turned blonde! And I think your eyes are blue too!" J.B. exclaimed, pointing to Gohan's hair.

The color immediately drained from Gohan's face and he stuttered, "A-Are you sure?"

"Positive!" J.B. said, cocking his head at Gohan. "And it doesn't look half bad as well. You should keep it that way."

Gohan quickly turned back around and powered down. He had his wand in hand at the same moment to give the illusion that it was a spell he was performing, not some weird ability of his. After Transfiguration, J.B. had asked how he had done that, but all Gohan replied with was a simple, "I don't know."

Following that, Gohan had tried his best to forget that Tom Riddle and his blasted diary ever existed. It was bad enough that they were distracting him from school, waking him up in the middle of the night, and wearing his patience ever so thin, but now they had to push him so far as super saiya-jin transformation? The other three weren't so bad, but he knew the super saiya-jin one was testing the limits. He had promised Professor Dumbledore that he would never use his powers on Hogwarts grounds and he didn't know what would happen if Dumbledore found out that they had been used-even accidentally. He knew the punishment would probably be along the lines of suspension or expulsion at the very worst.

But what really tore at his nerves was that all this trouble was being caused by a stupid little diary! Something like that could really degrade one's ego and he was certainly not going to mention this in a letter home.

"Oy, Gohan! Guess what?" J.B. cried, flinging his arms around Gohan's shoulders as they walked down to the Great Hall for lunch.

"What?" Gohan asked tiredly. He wasn't in the mood for any new surprises, especially if they weren't good surprises.

"Flying lessons are starting tomorrow! Isn't it brilliant? The only pity is that we're stuck with Slytherins, again," J.B. said and a few of the older Slytherins shot him a glare as they walked by.

"Oh, that's wonderful," Gohan sighed, plopping down at the Gryffindor table beside Artemus and across from Ginny.

"Wonderful?" J.B. repeated, sounded scandalized. "That's all you have to say about flying lessons?"

"Mm-hmm," Gohan mumbled, glancing briefly at the food before grabbing an apple.

"You know Gohan, you don't look very well," Artemus stated, glancing Gohan over. "Maybe you should go see Madam Pomfrey and take a Pepper-up Potion. Ginny's brother made her take one this morning."

Ginny harrumphed at Artemus, but then turned brick red when Colin mentioned having snapping a picture of when smoke had been pouring out of her ears. During this conversation, Gohan had banged his forehead on the table and covered his ears with his hands. He was not in the mood for anything social at the moment.

He had been sitting in this position for at least two minutes when someone had begun to tap him on his shoulder. He could hear J.B.'s muffled voice, but decided to ignore it for the time being. He only sat back up when J.B. smacked him round on the head.

"What is wrong with you, Gohan? And what's your head made out of anyway, solid rock?" J.B. howled, waving his throbbing hand in the air.

"Stress," Gohan replied, choosing to ignore the second question. "What'd you need me for?"

"Your owl, Kinty-whatever, just flew in. He's got a letter for you." Artemus said, pointing to the owl on the table in front of Gohan.

"Kinto'un!" Gohan cried ecstatically. All thoughts about Riddle and the diary flew out of his head the moment his eyes caught sight of that bird. He probably would have even hugged it if it hadn't been for the facts that his friends were present and that Kinto'un did not look as happy to see Gohan as Gohan did to see him. "Have my lunch."

Kinto'un hooted tiredly and began pecking at Gohan's sandwich. Gohan immediately tore at the letter Kinto'un dropped and began to read it.

Dear Gohan,

I'm quite fine, thank you very much for asking, and my pregnancy is going along just as planned, even though it's only been a few weeks since you last saw me. Bulma and the doctors both think that the baby will be due in late February or early March. I'll tell you the proposed date in your next letter.

You'll be happy to know I've already picked out a name for you new brother. And yes, the baby is going to be a boy, even though the ultrasound hasn't proven it yet. I know it's going to be a boy and don't even dare ask why. It's a feeling I've got and I've already gone over with this a million times with Bulma so I'm not going to do it a million times more with you, especially in a letter. I've decided to name him Goten, after your father. Bulma loved the name and I wanted to run it past you before I become set on it, although your opinion wouldn't do much to change it anyway.

Hogwarts sounds absolutely wonderful and all your friends seem very nice from your descriptions of them. I'm going to have to meet these Weasley twins and Miss Ginny soon. It sounds like you have quite an attraction for her….

"Mom!" Gohan groaned as he read that line. J.B. noticed his outburst and leaned over-his mouth full of chicken-to try and read over Gohan's shoulder.

"What's it say Gohan?" J.B. asked, his eyes widening at the sight of all that kanji. "Something horribly and utterly embarrassing?"

…Your friend J.B. also sounds interesting to say the least. I hope to Kami that you're not sparring with him or showing him actual martial arts, especially in your dorm room.

Your professors sound quite interesting, except this Gilderoy Lockhart fellow. If he's so inept for this teaching job, than why on Earth was he hired?! I'm not paying Dumbledore to hire professors that don't know what they're teaching! If he still hasn't taught you anything useful by the time you get this letter, you tell me and I'll send a compliant straight to Dumbledore!

I don't have a problem with Professor Snape, however. You're used to Vegeta and if this man is anything like that man, you shouldn't have a problem with him. Vegeta was rather offended when he was read the line 'human Vegeta'. I expect you won't be getting any Christmas presents from him in a long time.

"Well that's reassuring. I don't get any Christmas presents, but he'll blow my head off instead." Gohan muttered, once again drawing J.B.'s attention.

"What did she write now? Is it something interesting and life-threatening?"

I can't wait to hear from you again, Gohan. Please write back soon, but let your owl rest for a bit first. He must be awfully tired after that flight. Bulma says hello and Vegeta says to "make sure you get your lazy ass training, Kakarrot spawn." I think it must translate into "Miss you"somehow.

Love,

Mom

Gohan was in a considerably better mood after that letter had appeared. He re-read it over and over through the day, focusing more on the line about his new sibling than the line about him being attracting to Ginny. J.B. had eventually pried that information from him and spent the rest of the class periods flashing grins at Gohan and trying to get him and Ginny to sit next to each other.

Gohan was sure by dinner that night that the whole school - except for Ginny herself - assumed that Gohan fancied the Weasley brother's sister. Fred and George had already come up to him, congratulated him on having great taste, and then went so far as to say that he was practically family already, Percy had uncharacteristically told Gohan he had better keep his hands to himself unless he wanted them detached from his body, and Ron was giving him the best protective older brother glare he could muster from his side of the table.

His housemates had even gone as far as to save two seats at the end of the table just so Ginny and Gohan could eat together. Once the two of them had sat down the rest of Gryffindors scooted away to give them more privacy.

"Why's everyone acting so strange all of the sudden?" Ginny asked, obviously noticing that Artemus, J.B., and Colin were making kissy faces at them from down the table. Gohan would have grievously hurt the three of them if he wasn't so sure of the fact that he'd get expelled for doing it.

"I don't know. Maybe it's some kind of disease that only affects no good scheming thick-headed prats!" Gohan called, raising his voice at the last few words to make sure his friends caught the gist of the message. "Or maybe it's just our imagination."

"I think you might be right. Everyone usually acts like this all the time, don't they?" Ginny replied, picking at her food.

"Usually," Gohan responded, noticing with disgust that Professor Lockhart had winked at him and nodding knowingly. If he ever found the git that had passed on this ridiculous rumor onto Lockhart, he'd make sure they'd have the most unpleasant and untimely death that he (or Vegeta or Piccolo) could think of.

"To mount, hold one hand over your broom and say 'Up'!" Madam Hooch instructed the next day during flying lessons. It was the first period of the day and Gohan could still feel his breakfast still churning inside his stomach. "Well, what are all of you waiting for? Up!"

"Up!" Gohan called and the broom flew into his hand. He grinned with pride as he took notice that others weren't having such good of luck. J.B. and Ginny had gotten both their brooms up after two calls, while Colin and a few others were on their fourth try.

"Still not excited about flying, Gohan?" J.B. asked a few minutes later as Madam Hooch walked around, correcting student's grips.

"I'm excited, just not overly elated. I've never flown with a broomstick before." Gohan blabbed, realizing a second too late what he had let slip.

"You've never flown with a broomstick? But you told me before that you flew all the time in Japan." J.B. replied, a puzzled look appearing on his face. "Oh! That's right! You're from a full Muggle family! Did you mean that you flew on airplanes?"

"Yeah," Gohan said hastily. "That's what I meant…Airplanes."

"At the sound of my whistle, you will kick off, hover for a moment, and then set back down on the ground," Madam Hooch continued, putting the whistle to her mouth a blowing.

Everyone did as they were told and soon they were back on the ground, much to Gohan's disappointment. Just being in the air, even if it had been only for a second, had brought back a sense of natural joy that he hadn't felt since he stopped flying days after the Cell Games. Soon they were all up in the air again, higher this time, and a large grin appeared on his face.

"I love flying!" Gohan cried as he flew past J.B. "It's the best!"

"Of course it is! What else would it be?" J.B. replied, rolling his eyes at Gohan. "Too bad these old brooms don't go faster, otherwise this would really be great!"

Personally, Gohan didn't like the feeling of a broom at all. He preferred flying on his own or at least on the real Kinto'un, but it was still flying all the same. There was nothing like wind rushing against your cheeks and ruffling through your hair to make you forget about all your problems, especially if they were about a stupid old diary.

By the time flying lessons were over with, Gohan and J.B. had been yelled at thrice by Madam Hooch for dive bombing each other, doing loop-de-loops, and trying to wrestle each other off the brooms some fifty feet in the air. She had threatened to give them detention if they didn't stop, but then commented that she hadn't seen two better candidates for future Beater positions since Fred and George Weasley, which was saying something.

Gohan's good mood lasted for the rest of the week, especially since he found out flying lessons would be occurring the rest of October (which was about one week) and into the first part of November. Over the next week, Gohan's attention in school went back up to where it normally was, he wasn't so anxious, he got some sleep, and the diary issue didn't bug him so much any more. Things were back to normal once again, or so Gohan hoped.

"So are you going to help us, then?" Fred asked eagerly and Gohan blinked at him.

"Halloween's tomorrow?" Gohan replied stupidly. Somehow, Halloween must have snuck up on him. He swore that he checked his calendar yesterday and it said that Halloween wasn't until next week…or maybe in two weeks…

"Of course it is! Where have you been, Gohan?" George questioned.

"Here," Gohan replied, once again, stupidly.

Fred and George looked at each other and then back at Gohan. Fred sighed, looked around the common room for a first year, and then yelled to his sister, "Oy! Ginny! Did you have potions today?"

"Yes, why do you ask?" Ginny said, looking up from her Charms homework. She then spotted Gohan and started to giggle.

"What'd Snape feed him?" George demanded, looking exasperated.

"A Dunce Potion," Ginny giggled.

"A Dunce Potion?" the twins repeated, glancing at Gohan again who probably had no idea what was going on.

"The git got all hot and bothered that Gohan was being smarter than him, so he gave him that to make him thick for the rest of the day. McGonagall was furious with him!" J.B. added, grinning at his friend. "It won't wear off until tomorrow, at the very most - "

"What?" the twins cried again.

"But we need Gohan to pull off this skilled and masterful prank! We can't do it with him being…dimmer than an average Slytherin!" Fred howled, looking shocked.

"Why does Snape always pick on Gryffindors? I don't see him giving out Dunce Potions to Ravenclaws on a daily basis!" George added, looking furious.

Both twins stomped off to find Lee Jordan and complain of this injustice, leaving Gohan by himself and very confused. A few minutes later, J.B. came over to ask him a question about Charms, but ended up letting Gohan copy the whole essay.

Almost an hour later, Gohan's intelligence was slowly returning, but J.B. still didn't trust him enough to get back to the dormitory by his own power.

"If you had trouble finding the bloody table in the Great Hall at lunch, you're going to have trouble getting to our dormitory!" J.B. scolded, pulling Gohan out of the chair. "Now grab your things and follow me!"

"J.B., I'm fine, really!" Gohan replied, exasperated. "I can divide numbers now! Forty-five divided by nine is five! See? I'm normal!"

"Oh yeah? Spell bureaucracy."

"B-u-r…" Gohan tried to concentrate on the word, but failed miserably. "All right! I can't spell that word, but neither can you!"

"So? You usually can spell words like that and this proves that you're incapable of going places on your own brainpower! Now move!"

As J.B. marched Gohan towards the stairs, Gohan noticed that Ginny was still down in the common room and - if he really looked closely - she was writing something! Considering his state, he was probably jumping to conclusions, but he couldn't help resisting the urge to see if it was Riddle's diary was writing in. It was a good thing Ginny was sitting at one of the tables near the stairwell; Gohan really didn't feel like having another close encounter with Riddle again.

Gohan pretended to be interested in what J.B. was saying about Quidditch. He didn't understand the game at all, really. He had to see the darn thing being played before he'd be able to comprehend it, although Oliver Wood and Ron hadn't seen any sense in that logic. They had both left Gohan wondering something along the lines of "What's not to understand?" when they approached Ginny's table, as to remain inconspicuous to her. (Fred and George had taught him the top ten ways to do that. That was yet another thing he had to thank those Weasley twins for, along with that detention he had gotten from Filch on Monday.) Making sure she wasn't paying attention to him, he took a quick look at what she was doing -

And sure enough, it was Riddle's diary she was writing in, although it was discreetly hidden in her Astronomy charts. Gohan craned his neck a bit more and saw that there was only one word written - in Riddle's handwriting - on that particular page:

Tomorrow.

As if sensing Gohan was looking, the word quickly dissolved back into the pages of the diary, leaving a completely blank paper. Then, Ginny was picking up her quill and was about to write an answer -

THUNK!

Gohan missed the entrance to the staircase completely and ran straight into the wall. His books and papers went flying as he fell onto the floor, causing J.B. to turn around and Ginny to look up in surprise.

"Ow!" Gohan cried, rubbing his forehead in pain, even though it didn't hurt that much. He swore in Japanese under his breath and sat back up to be greeted by J.B.'s 'I-told-you-so' look.

"See what I mean, Gohan? You're still thick enough to believe you can walk through walls!"

'Tomorrow…What did Riddle mean by that?' Gohan thought the next morning at breakfast. He hadn't been able to think about the message last night, with the Dunce Potion clouding his mind and J.B. doing horrible impressions of him falling off chairs and running into walls. Now that it was morning, however, the message came back to him full force. 'What's so great about tomor-I mean today? Besides that it's Halloween, after all.'

Next to him, Ron was complaining to Harry about some Death Day party that they had to go to tonight and Hermione was scolding him about it. Colin was hovering nearby Harry (camera in position to catch every breath-taking adventure breakfast held) and the twin's were snickering about something or another. Ginny hadn't come down yet and he had heard from Abianne that she was feeling rather ill and might not come for classes.

'Well I'd feel ill too, if I had an rude, talking diary,' Gohan thought with a frown as he watched Kinto'un pick at his left over bacon rinds. 'Maybe she is coming down with something. She did look really pale yesterday in Potions, but maybe that was because I was drooling on my textbooks.'

He scowled at the memory of that incident and then helped himself to another piece of toast. Maybe Riddle had meant nothing by the word tomorrow. Maybe that was he way of saying goodbye or 'I'll talk to you later'. Or maybe he had reverted into a daily planner instead of a snide little Slytherin memory. Gohan had done research about Tom Riddle the day after he had found out about him. His middle name was Marvolo, he had been in Slytherin, and he once was Head Boy.

Gohan brushed off whatever 'tomorrow' could mean and went on with his classes for the rest of the day. Ginny never did show up for classes her classes and wasn't at the Halloween feast either.

Gohan was halfway through his seventh piece of pumpkin pie when the dancing skeletons began their entertainment. Something was wrong with their routine, however, because one of them would start doing something entirely different all of the sudden or two of them would start to tango during a river dance performance. And instead of doing their regular finale, all the skeletons ended up doing the moves and singing along to Michael Jackson's hit, "Beat It".

The skeletons swore they would never perform at Hogwarts again and went stomping out the door. Fred and George were given a week's detention by Professor McGonagall and had fifty points deducted from Gryffindor. None of the other Gryffindors cared about the lost points; they were still busy laughing over the skeletons.

"Why couldn't I have been involved in that one?" Gohan asked as he, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan walked up the stairs towards the second floor.

"You were too dumb to do anything, Gohan," Fred chuckled, glancing at his younger friend.

"We were going to ask you about some popular Japanese song - " George said.

"- which would have been bloody hilarious to hear." Lee interrupted, grinning.

"But we ended up asking Colin about a popular American, Muggle song instead. He showed us that 'moon walk' thing and…" George stopped dead in his explanation as they turned around the corner where they seemed to be a very big hold up going on.

"What the devil?" Fred asked, craning his head over the others in front of him. Gohan could see his eyes go wide and he exclaimed, "Bloody hell!"

George, Lee, and Gohan all tried to look over him, but Gohan was still quite short and it didn't make any difference for him. Finally, someone moved in front of Gohan and he saw what everyone was gaping at and then he gaped too.

Standing in the center of the whole crowd was Harry, Ron, and Hermione, all three of them looking shocked and quite nervous. Behind them, on the wall was a shocking sight; Mrs. Norris was hanging off the torch bracket and she looked almost to be dead. Most disturbing, however, was the message on the wall that read:

THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED. ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE.

There was a horrible silence in the hall that was soon broken by a call that could only come from Draco Malfoy.

"Enemies of the Heir, beware! You'll be next Mudbloods!"

End chapter four! Thanks to everyone who has been reading and reviewing this fan fic! It makes me feel all warm inside! A special thanks to Burenda who advertised this fic in her fic Wish For The Past, which is a really great piece of work by the way. I'm such a brown noser!

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