Author's note: Please be aware that I own ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, everything, except my character OC(S) I place here, belongs to the wonderful Lady J.K. Rowling. THIS IS A TRIAL RUN! I would very much like to hear your thoughts. I was originally never going to upload this fiction, however, I know it was something I was looking forward to sharing. This is a Sirius Black/OC, maybe Severus Snape/OC, Fanfiction. So, welcome back, readers! I hope you enjoy this one as much as you have the first 2 Harry Potter stories! :) Do enjoy, this is the Harry Potter era, so it's going to be a bit. Keep your heads up. Enjoy!

Updated: 12/2021

Chapter 6

Draco had argued that he had friends, Crabbe and Goyle, but after a few days of ignoring the two Gryffindor's, Harry's words had struck him deep, nagged their annoying way into his very soul. He'd felt alone once again. He'd grown up with the two boys in his house. Their fathers had grown close with his own father, but his mother disliked them, minus the sons, they were simply doing as told by their parents. Having the words nag him to near insanity, Draco had asked them if they thought the three of them were friends.

Crabbe had smiled with a hopeful and excited expression, nodding his head vigorously. However, Goyle had made it clear he'd grown used to Draco, all because his father would bring him over to the Malfoy Manor that he had simply grown used to being a part of Draco's shadow. At least he'd been honest. That his father was taking his son to the manor to be 'friends' with Draco because he was not only a Malfoy but because the Malfoy's had power, their hands were deep in other's pockets, the taller boy had even explained that Crabbe's father had done so for the very same reason. And from the way Crabbe had not argued back and instead hunched his shoulders sadly at Goyle ratting him out, Draco had truly known he hadn't had them as friends. Though, Crabbe seemed to want to be his friend. "So, we aren't friends?"

"I am, Draco," Crabbe said quickly, a fallen face on him as he stared at the blond with sad hope that he'd believe him. But unfortunately, Draco couldn't, no matter how sad the boy looked right now, at least for the time he couldn't. Since then Draco had been avoiding them, ignoring them as much as he could. And they'd let him be. Until that night. They had told him they couldn't let him go out there, that they couldn't let him out of their sight. Crabbe had asked his forgiveness and tried body binding him.

Fortunately, for Draco, he was faster and bound the two boys himself. He was shocked that the commotion had not woken anyone else from their sleep as he made a mad dash out. However, his 'luck' had run out when he'd quickly had to hide from his father, Dumbledore, Fudge, and Hagrid leaving. Confused as ever Draco waited until they were gone and rushed the rest of the way to Hagrid's, bursting through the half-giant's door and found no one there but Fang. "Where are they Fang?" he asked quickly with worry, had they been spotted then they'd have been walked to Dumbledore's office for more detentions, if not expulsion. His eyes looked around when the Dog merely gave him a lazy look. Finding Harry's Cloak resting over the table, he knew it wasn't Hagrid's, Hagrid never had something this nice in his possession, at least not to his knowledge, but it was small enough to fit a few small bodies, it had to be Harry's. "Fang, where are they?" Draco asked again. This time the Hound complied and walked him out the front door, faced the forest, and sat just at the edge. "You're joking? They went in there?" he asked with fright. But the sudden screams he got from deep inside the forest had him forgetting all about his own fright he ran into the forest calling for the two boys, "RON! HARRY!" he screamed with Fang running next to him. The sudden flash of light that nearly blinded his eyes gave him a deep fright. Seeing the car after a short moment of letting his eyes adjust, he smiled. "Ron, your dad is a genius." He only knew it was Weasley's father's because he heard his father rambling about Arthur building an engine in an old vehicle, even heard Ron and Harry talk about how they got to school after they'd missed the train. He had forced himself to walk up to the vehicle slowly but at it suddenly opened its door for him he smiled and jumped in with Fang, "Alright, let's get going… I have no idea how to drive." He admitted. And stunned when it moved all its own like it had its own mind. Draco couldn't help the excited laugh that filled him when the car started zooming through the forest towards the boys, the car bouncing from the rough terrain as it went over the hill and skidded to a stop for them. "Need a lift?" Draco asked through the down window.

"Draco!" the boys shouted with delight.

Moving over as they slipped into the car they took off, "Get us in the air!" Harry shouted. The spiders were surrounding them, this was something Draco was just now realizing. "So, I wasn't seeing anything! These things are huge!"

"No kidding!" Ron shouted back, the gears grinding.

"Come on, Ron. Get us off the ground!" Harry shouted frightfully at the spider's jumping onto the car, rattling the vehicle and trying to get inside or tear it apart. But the gears kept grinding!

"I'm trying! The flying gears jammed!" Harry and Draco shared a fearful look, both boys leaped to help him unjam the gears. Draco winced the entire time the gears grounded and screamed as they forced the gear into place, and they were up in the air. He'd nearly had a panic attack when a spider leaped at the open window on Ron's side and its legs wrapped around the redhead. Draco screamed and jumped back as far as he could in the back seat he'd slid back into to let Harry and Ron in the car. He was glad Harry had a spell they could use because Draco was clean out of ideas. "To close… that was too close," Draco said panting from fright, he'd almost peed himself when the Giant spiders had started jumping on the car, denting the roof.

"How'd you find the car, Draco?" Ron asked. Hoping the question would distract them all.

"I didn't, it found me and Fang. Why the heck were you two in that forest in the first place!" Draco scolded them.

Harry sighed, relaxing just a bit from being safe in the air away from the Spider's horde, "We found Aragog, the creature that was accused of killing that girl fifty years ago." Harry explained just before they landed.

Getting out of the car, Ron huffed, "Follow the spiders he says! Follow the Spiders you said, Harry! Follow the blasted things we did, and we nearly get eaten! If Hagrid ever gets out of Azkaban I'll kill 'im!" Ron shouted.

Draco's head shook for a moment at hearing Ron, Hagrid was in Azkaban?! "Wait, what! When did this happen!" He demanded with shock.

"About an hour ago, maybe," Harry claimed.

"That would explain why he was with Fudge," Draco said, rubbing his brow. "Sorry I was late."

"Dumbledore's been suspended as well," Ron stated, his irritation still clear. "Your father hand-delivered the papers himself."

"That much I can believe. I saw Dumbledore walking out with them towards the front of the Castle." Draco admitted. "But I thought Dumbledore was just walking them out… Why is he suspended?" he asked curiously.

Both Gryffindor's shrugged. "Your father told him that the Governors felt he was losing his touch, that the students were no longer safe with him here any longer and that all 12 signed the suspension form," Ron informed the young Malfoy with a relaxing shrug. Now that he was slightly calmer than he'd previously been, even though he was irritated they'd almost been eaten, Ron had calmed down.

"So, what did the Spider say?" Draco asked.

"Aragog mentioned a girl was killed in a bathroom," Ron sighed, the car once again had driven back into the woods, "Great…" he grumbled.

"Wait, she died in a bathroom?" Draco piped up curiously.

Nodding, Harry quickly caught onto what he was getting at. However, Ron's confusion was still clear as night to them.

Harry and Draco both gave the boy a look of 'you're kidding me?', "What if she hadn't left yet, Ron. What if she is still in that bathroom?" Harry claimed.

His mind circled around and concluded that the two boys had come to themselves, "Moaning Myrtle?" Ron asked with stunned shock.

"Come on!" Draco shouted taking off. He'd been late to the forest in the first place, he was not going to miss this!

"Draco!"

"Can't we go in the morning!" Ron called with a small whine as he ran after the two-running back towards the school.

Easing their way towards the bathroom, careful not to be caught, they found Myrtle floating around in her third-floor bathroom, her crying moans echoing off the walls. At their arrival, they had begun to gently ask her some questions regarding her death. "I just remember seeing big, yellow eyes, over there, by that sink." She pointed to the sink with a small whine.

Walking to the sink, Harry's fingers traced the small etched in serpent on the side of the faucet with interest. "Potter, I-I think you just found the Chamber of Secrets." Draco paled, stuttering as he spoke. His eyes studying the Serpent. He couldn't believe it. All this time he thought it was just some dumb story to scar kids. But it had been a story he had followed along with. "We should go tell the Professors, come on!" He claimed. This couldn't be left quiet. They had to tell the Professors.

With the three agreeing they made their way from the bathroom, "We'll tell them tomorrow. It's late and we have classes we can't miss." Harry clarified. All three said their goodnights. But no one would listen to them the next morning, not even the next day, or the day after that. All of the Professors were running around trying to keep them all safe and in order with getting to classes and back to their Common Rooms that none of them had the chance to speak with the three boys. And Dumbledore was no longer at school. But it was the late hours of them visiting Hermione and Sage after Harry, Ron and Draco had gone about finishing caring for Hagrid's creatures.

"Harry? Ron, I think I figured out why Hermione and Sage were in the Library." Draco softly said to the boys, his eyes glancing at the page with a picture of a snake, the title of the page is a Basilisk. Rushing down the halls as they headed for the Library, not caring that they may get caught as Harry read the page. "Spider's fled before it- Ron, that's it! That's why I can hear it. It's a snake!"

"Okay, but how the bloody hell is this thing getting around!" Draco stammered. He couldn't believe this! A Basilisk was a huge snake! How have none of them noticed the thing!

Showing the page at the bottom right corner, Harry sighed, "Hermione answered that for us already." He said casually. But he and Ron knew Harry was very much bothered by this.

"The Plumbing!" Ron exclaimed with shock. "How!"

"This school is ancient Ron, it's ages old. The plumbing back then was huge. Still is." Draco explained.

"All students return to your Dormitories at once! All Staff to the Second Floor Corridor!" McGonagall's voice rang through the Schools speakers. But the boys had other plans. Running to the Second Floor they hid behind a corner wall behind from where the Professors crowded around as they spoke about the Message that had been left. McGonagall was in so much of a freat that upon her stating that they were no longer safe, that the students must be sent home for their safety. She finally clarified that a student had been taken by the monster into the Chamber. However, the shiver that ran down their spines was not because of the school being closed or that they were still in danger right now, but it was the name Minerva McGonagall gave to Madam Pomfrey as to who had been taken. "Ginny Weasley,"

Draco and Harry had caught the distraught redhead Weasley when they'd read the message written on the wall. "Lockhart, he may be useless, but if we tell him everything we know, maybe he can be useful."

"You're joking, right? You want to go tell Lockhart?" Draco asked Harry had to be out of his mind.

"We can't just leave her there Draco, we have to make them listen, or she's done for." Harry snapped. Lifting Ron onto his feet the two Gryffindor's rushed in the direction of Lockhart's Office.

Draco groaned and lazily ran after them. He couldn't believe they wanted to tell Lockhart. But getting to the Wizard's office they found the man sprinting to pack his belongings. "Are you going somewhere, Professor?" Draco snapped with malice to the fake.

Seeing he was caught, Lockhart laughed a bit lightly, covering his fright, "Uh, yes, unfortunately, Business, unavailable, can't wait."

"What about my sister!" Ron snapped.

"Well, um, as to that, no one regrets that more than I,"

"You're the Defense against the Dark Arts teacher!" Ron snapped.

"What about all those things you've done in your books!" Harry snapped.

"My dear boy! Books can be misleading." Lockhart snapped with irritation. He had to get out of there!

"You wrote to them!" Draco snapped.

"Oh Please! My books wouldn't have sold half as well had nobody believed I'd done all those things!" Lockhart admitted in a frantic worry. Paling at his confession, Lockhart glanced between the three boys, and slowly backed away towards his desk.

"You're a fraud!" Ron shouted. He couldn't believe this, well, actually he could, but now his sister had no one willing or capable of going to search for her! It wasn't like they could go get her… Could they? His thoughts were cut short by Draco raising his wand swiftly to Lockhart, an evil, an angry scowl on his face as he sent a small zapping spell at Lockhart's hand before it reached his wand. "Don't even think about it, Lockhart… Move it. You're going into that Chamber, and we are getting that girl… Coward…"

"A-and what, may I ask, are you three planning to do with me exactly?" Lockhart stuttered. He couldn't believe that a second-year had outwitted him!

Raising his usual arrogant brow, Draco glared his cold angry eyes at the man. He was a coward, pretending to be someone who he was not, now an innocent girl had no one who was capable, truly capable, to go after her. But they were willing to give it a try, "Well, we can't exactly go down that entrance first, we are students after all. Kids, you wouldn't put your students in harm's way, would you, Professor?"

Harry and Ron shared a shocked and fearful glance with one another, both wondering what Draco was doing! But the two boys quickly followed his lead and leveled their own wands at Lockhart, walking him back to Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom. "How do we open it?" Draco asked.

"Um… I don't know actually." Harry wondered himself.

"Say something to it," Ron suggested. Shrugging at the look of confusion he got from them, "Say something in Parseltonunge." He re-stated.

Catching on to what Ron was getting at, Harry nodded. He wasn't used to doing it on cue, but it had left him easily. The four stepped back with fright as the sinks moved and shifted, the circular top rising from its resting place as the nonfunctional sink sank below, opening up a too a deep, dark, drop of a shaft.

Lockhart watched with disbelief. Three second-year students had found the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets that no one had ever been able to find for centuries! And three 12-year-olds had accomplished it. "W-w-well. This is rather… Congratulations boys. Um, I- I do believe I'll just be on my way!" He stated, trying to make a run for it. But his path had been blocked by the three boys pairing together and shocking him back towards the entrance. He'd just barely caught himself before falling in.

"Now-now boys, what good would this do?" Lockhart asked with a shiver.

"Better you than us," Ron sneered. The man had tried to chicken out in the first place! Was he expecting three kids to jump down there first?!

His stomach knotting, Lockhart turned on shaking legs and looked down below into the dark depths below him. Gulping, Lockhart looked over his shoulder with hope, "A-are you sure neither of you wants to go – AHHH!" Ron had had enough of his talking and roughly jabbed his wand into Lockhart's back, shoving the Wizard forward and into the hole. Draco and Harry stared wide-eyed at one another in shock before looking at Ron. "Ron," Draco squeaked, "I think we just-"

"It is really, quite filthy down here,"

Sighing with relief, Draco's fear relaxed, "Never mind." Draco stated as he looked down into the darkness, "Well, at least he's ali- AHHH!" Ron and Harry had grinned before gently shoving Draco over the edge and sliding down into the drop. "On the count of three," Ron said. Both boys nodded in agreement, "one," Ron started the count. "Sorry Ron," Harry said before grabbing his friend and pulling him down with him, "HARRY!'

Upon landing the two boys came face to face with a glaring Draco, "Why the heck did you shove me down here! You could have killed me!" he shouted with anger.

"Because we didn't know if you'd jump or not," Harry said bluntly.

"If it makes you feel better Malfoy, he pulled me down here after we were supposed to count," Ron grumbled, taking the offered hand Draco had held out for the Weasley boy, making Harry stand on his own.

Grinning the whole way as they walked on, Harry looked down a tunnel and suddenly felt uncomfortable, "Remember, any sign of movement, close your eyes. Yes?"

"Right," the boys said in an understanding of the consequences.

"Good Lord!" Lockhart's voice echoed. The shock in his tone held had the boys worried as they slowly walked towards the previous D.A.D.A. But their eyes found more than what they'd bargained for. Snakeskin.

"What is that?" Harry asked iht fright. He had a feeling he knew what it was, but he really didn't want to be right.

Ron's eyes continued to run over the figure, his fingertips pressing against it, hoping it was a rock. Unfortunately, he found it was anything but rock. "It... It looks like a-"

"Snake's skin," Draco finished.

"Whatever shed this could likely be sixty-feet long!" Ron exclaimed with fright. But their fear had been washed away temporarily by Lockhart's fainting.

"He's joking, right?" Draco asked with annoyance. "If anyone is to be scared this mush it should be us."

Ron and Harry had simply shrugged with little care but nodded in agreement. The sudden shock of Lockhart jolting up and snatching Ron's wand from him had the kids startled. Even as he rambled on about them losing their minds at finding Ginny's mangled body had the three of them clutching their fists tightly with anger. Ron's eyes suddenly went wide at realizing Lockhart was actually going to use his wand! "Wait-" but Lockhart had screamed his Obliviate curse and they were forced to watch it backfire on him aggressively. Shooting him backward and slammed into the roof of the cave. For a moment they thought it was over until the walls and roof began to shake violently causing a cave-in, separating them all. "Malfoy! Malfoy! Harry!" He'd worried more for Draco since the boy had been closest to him, but upon realizing Harry wasn't near him, he'd panicked further.

"Ron! Draco!" Harry called.

"Harry! Are you alright!" Ron called.

"I'm fine, what about you and Draco?!" Harry called with worry.

"I'm fine, but I can't find Draco!" Ron called back to his friend. He knew one was alright, now what about Malfoy? "I don't see Draco! Is he with you?" Ron asked with worry.

"No, he isn't with me. Draco!" Harry called.

Worried, Ron followed Hary's lead and began to call for the missing boy. "Draco, where are you?" Ron started to call, moving rocks and dust out of his way. "Come on, Draco, say something! Please!"

When Lockhart suddenly sat up, with no memory of anything, or himself. Ron groaned with annoyance at the man. Had he not been such a coward, least of all an idiot to us his wand, though he would admit the had all gotten luck Lockhart had grabbed Ron's wand and not one of the other's, Ron knocked him out after the wizard asked him question upon question while he tried to look for Draco.

"Ron, keep searching for Draco. I'll go find Ginny!" he called. He wanted to stay and help find Draco, but they needed to find Ginny too.

"Mhmhmh, W-Weasley?" Draco could have sworn he heard Ron calling for him. He hurt. His head hurt, his leg hurt, heck, his whole body hurt!

"Draco!"

"Harry?"

"Draco Malfoy!"

"Is that - He couldn't have already found Ginny, could he?"

"Draco? Draco, wake up. Come on sweetheart, wake up."

"Mhm, Mum?" He asked, his eyes slowly and weakly opening. For a moment he was confused. How'd he get to the Hospital Wing?

"Yes, that's it, wake up Draco." His mother softly called. Her voice gently soothed for him as he woke up. Finally wide awake, Draco blinked a few times. "Mum? Harry! Ginny, what happened to Weasley!"

"She's alright darling. You boys were brave for going after her. However, don't think for a moment you aren't going to be grounded for a while for such an act. You almost got yourself crushed." His mother scolded.

"Wait, I'm getting praised for helping to find the Weasley girl, but then you're going to punish me?" Draco was confused. How was that supposed to work?

"No, you get praises for helping to find her, you're grounded for getting hurt. Now try to wake up. You have a few visitors." Narcissa said, looking over her shoulder she held her arm out for the few visitors. And a few there were plenty. Ginny's smiling face is one of them, "Thank you, Draco."

"Um, you're welcome? But really, Potter saved you, I just fell down the entrance."

"You cared enough to go help find her Draco, for that we thank you." Mrs. Weasley said with a warm smile, "Oh, yes I made this for you, as a thank you." Molly said offering the boy her gift.

Smiling with excitement Draco opened the package and found a green knitted sweater, "It's fuzzy, it'll be good for winter. Thank you, Mrs. Weasley."

"Well, we best let you rest. Have a wonderful summer, come along Ginny. Harry and the others want to see him too. Don't need to be overwhelming the dear boy." Molly said, ushering her daughter from the room, but not before Ginny had hugged Draco warmly. "Thank you," she whispered to him then left with her mother.

"Draco!" three collective shouts came from the door hours after Ginny and Molly left. And just minutes after his mother had left him. She had told him he'd still be taking the train like the rest of the students and that she'd see him at the station. But he could think of things later. Right now, he had Harry, Ron, and Hermione rushing to his bedside with wide and happy smiles on their faces.

Hermione had gently launched herself into his arms, "So glad you're alright." She said with relief.

"Yeah, me too. How'd we get out of there anyway?"

"Fawkes," Harry started. "He took Ginny, Ron, and Lockhart to Madam Pomfrey, I stayed back in the caves with you so they could bring a stretcher. We couldn't dig you out ourselves. We needed help." Harry told him.

"Oh, well thank you."

"Mum said she made you a sweater, has she given it to you yet?" Ron asked with a smile. And he had to wonder why Draco was smiling so wide at his question.

Smiling, Draco nodded, "Yes, It's a green sweater. It'll be nice for cold weather. Or for when I'm home. Our home is always cold." Draco said.

"Has your dad come to see you yet?" Harry asked with soft worry. His question, however, had brought a fallen look to the boy's face as he shook his head.

Draco sighed sadly, "No, not that I know of. Mum says he's upset. That we also lost our house elf, which I'm actually curious about how that happened. He was very handy. Though my father was brutal towards him." Draco said.

Harry figured he'd keep that part to himself for the time being.

"Any broken bones?" Ron asked curiously.

Once more, Draco shook his head, "Nope, just a nasty bruise on my leg is all. I'll be released once Madam Pomfrey returns in an hour or so." Draco stated.

All nodding with relief, Harry sighed as he looked at the setting sun, "We should get going, almost late. We leave tomorrow. You know that right?"

Nodding Draco sighed and rested back in his bed casually. "Yeah, I'm still riding the train tomorrow."

The train ride back to London was interesting. Harry had been notified he'd be returning to the Dursleys until Sage could get the papers from the Ministry and the Magical Children's Affairs. He'd wondered where she'd gone. Her sudden disappearance bothered him, but Dumbledore had eased his worries when he'd informed the boy that he'd asked Sage to do something regarding the retrieval of a person who'd not responded to his letters.

"I need you to find Remus John Lupin. He has not answered my letters for some time, and I have become worried. However, every previous address he's lived or stayed in has now gone silent. I fear the worst for his condition." He'd told the redhead with clear worry.

"I'll find him, Albus, don't worry. Do you have a recent picture of him?"

"Ah, yes, right here. His whole file my dear. Read it, learn it, learn him, find him and make sure he accepted my proposal. There is a spare letter in there for him. I expect he'll take the offer." Albus told her.

"And Harry?" Sage asked him curiously.

Nodding, Albus sighed. "Harry Potter shall be returning to his Aunt and Uncle until you procure Mr. Lupin's whereabout and his acceptance of my proposal. By that time, I am sure you shall have the dear boy in your custody and living in that lovely cottage your family left you." He'd said with a smile. But his words had confused her.

Confused, Sage studied the Headmaster with a frowned brow. She knew nothing about any Cottage being 'left' to her. "Cottage?"

Almost laughing at her confusion, Albus nodded once more with a soft, amused sigh, "Ah, yes, forgive me. I seemed to have taken it upon myself to procure a cottage and its paperwork. The Potters had a Cottage on the outskirts of the countryside in St. Catchpole. A Wizarding Community, of course, the Cottage had been abandoned after James's parents' unfortunate deaths. Their belongings and lands were transferred to a trusted friend's name to safe keep their belongings in good health. However, since now you are an only living relative, aside from young Mr. Potter, the title to the Cottage is now in your name, as are the rest of the Potter's belongings to hold for Harry Potter until he comes of age to claim them. And judging from your shocked and overwhelmed expression I can see you feel like a thief. But, do try to not think of it so, Sage. I bought the Cottage, since I was the previous holder of their belongings, and have signed the title over to you. The deed to the Cottage is in the study's desk drawer on the first floor waiting for your needed signatures. The Cottage is legally yours. The rest shall go to young Mr. Potter…" Handing the file over to the shocked and silenced woman Albus couldn't help but smile with delight. Finally, she had managed to not say anything. Then again after her ordeal of being petrified, the dear woman likely felt useless. However, in this matter, he needed her trained skills. She was brilliant at tracking.

According to Hagrid, when one of his creatures had gotten loose, a creature he was not supposed to have, one he'd have truly gotten arrested for having kind of creature. Sage had found the little beast in less than three hours after Hagrid had spent two days searching for it. "Have a good trip, your travel papers are also in said file." And with that, Sage had been off to fulfill her task.

**Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! I know it probably flew like nothing, I do hope it was still good and kept interested, or at least kept you on your toes a little. I wanted to end this as fast as I could because like I said, Harry Potter's second year is my worst time of watching, reading, and writing, mostly writing and watching, the book is much better. Have a wonderful Night/Day!