As much as I love the books, I regret to say that all of Harry Potter belongs to J K Rowling. This includes all of the characters except for Ryua (who's mine) most of the places, and an awful lot of the spells. Oh, and if you see something that looks like one of your stories, I'm really, really sorry. I don't mean to plagiarize. I've just read a lot of really cool fanfics, and they melt into my brain, but I'll try not to use any of it. Tell me if I do, okay?
Finally! Summer's Over...
Ryua was excited. Really excited. Even though Draco had accidentally guaranteed her an easier summer than she'd expected with that little report card stunt, she couldn't wait to get out of the house. Only 12 years old, and seriously considering moving out. Nah, wouldn't work. Anyways, she would be at Hogwarts for the better part of a year starting tomorrow, and that was just fine. She was already completely packed, including those ridiculous Lockhart books.
Who did that guy think he was, anyways? Oh, sure, his pictures on the back (and front, and inside cover, and at least every third page) were enough to make a witch melt with happiness, but honestly. The stories were fantastic, to be sure, but they were just a little obviously false, if one cared to check. Ryua had actually done some research to see if this smiling warlock was anything he boasted to be, and discovered that he had never been to Transylvania, Nigeria, or anywhere in the orient, and only visited Bulgaria during a Quidditch Cup. Also, he misspelled Homorphus charm three different ways, classified Cornish Pixies as a deadly creature, and never explained how he found out about these monsters, or discovered the spells. He talked about everything else he did, so why couldn't he give a more in-depth report about getting to the area and finding clues. And he kept making huge, vague references to his excellent marks in school, but Ryua couldn't find the name of the academy anywhere in his books... Ach, she had better things to think about than Lockhart.
As a second year, she was technically allowed to participate in the school quidditch league. Unfortunately, she also had no broom, Father would never allow it, and even if he didn't find out, Flint would never allow a girl into practices. Ugh, maybe she was better off thinking about Lockhart. Ryua rolled over in her bed, trying to switch topics. Hmm, let's see... Her Father had actually been surprisingly cheerful after getting home from Diagon Alley, considering his eye had started to change nasty bruised colors by then. Ryua bribed Draco into telling her about it, letting him feed Parsil, and he said something about Father going through one of the Weasley's schoolbooks. Maybe he was planning to smuggle in the diary through the innocent Weasley girl.
Lucius had finally told his children his plan to open the Chamber of Secrets, but wouldn't give them any information other than it had something to do with an old diary that had to get to Hogwarts somehow. Unlike most of the students attending Hogwarts, Ryua had actually read 'Hogwarts, A History' and knew at least the bare bones of the legend. It was surprisingly dull, (incredible how textbooks could do that to even grippingly exciting stories) and Father refused to tell them anymore. Probably so we won't get caught knowing too much and get expelled by panicked teachers Ryua thought. I wonder who in the school could possibly be considered the Heir of Slytherin? I seriously doubt it's me or Draco, we'd have noticed something by now. Ryua knew that Salazar Slytherin, and his heir sixty years ago, spoke parseltounge. She was good with snakes, but no parselmouth. She also doubted Crabbe or Goyle could speak another language, as they couldn't even speak English fluently, and Blaise Zabini, or Flint, Pansy, or Millicent weren't exactly likely candidates either. The Heir of Slytherin. It obviously had to be a Slytherin, the hat wouldn't put the person anywhere else. Ah, well, she'd no doubt find out soon...
