Ron met Blaise and Rebekah at the alcove, muttering to himself.

"Ginny— my sister— has been acting a little strange for the last few months. It's her first year and all but she's never been like this," Ron said. "It just doesn't make sense."

"She's been a little strange," Rebekah said as Blaise shrugged. "She was a spitfire when she was talking to Mr Malfoy and Draco."

"Yeah, she's all quiet and nervous all the time," Ron commented, finishing a bowl of crisps.

"How do you think the girls are holding up?" Blaise asked.

Rebekah shrugged, crestfallen. She didn't really want to talk about them. If Rebekah had known where the Chamber was, she could have prevented them from being petrified.

After getting permission from McGonagall after she caught the three trying to get away, they made their way to the Hospital Ward and sat beside the two girls. Rebekah sat back on one of the summoned chairs as she watched them in silence. She picked up the hand mirror Hermione had, looking into the cracked silver.

Rebekah sighed as Ron and Blaise discussed homework. She placed a get-well-soon card on Hermione, grabbing one of her frozen hands to clasp it in comfort. Something rustled when Rebekah made Hermione's arm move. The piece of paper was clenched within her other fist and was difficult to get, but when Rebekah saw it's contents, she almost swore to herself.

Pipes. The Basilisk was moving within the pipes and that's why it could go up walls without any difficulty. But Pipes? Whoever had the diary had tried to flush it down a toilet. Myrtle was the last victim known and she had been killed in that bathroom which had pipes that could lead to anywhere in the school.

Rebekah told them about this, hurrying her words but kept them quiet enough so Madam Pomfrey didn't hear them.

"It's in the pipes, see? Hermione had figured out that the creature has been using the pipes to get around school,"

"But where's the chamber then?" Ron said.

"I don't like that face," Blaise said and stood up quickly.

"Oh, shush. I'm thinking the Chamber is under a bathroom because all the pipes would lead there," Rebekah suddenly stood up. "We need to tell the teachers."

"Why?"

"Because we can't handle this ourselves, we're children,"

The staffroom was empty as there was still a few minutes before the bell. There was no bell, instead, McGonagall's voice echoed through the halls.

"All students to return to their House dormitories at once. All teachers return to the staffroom. Immediately, please."

"Another attack?" Blaise said.

"What'll we do?" Ron said, his face reddening "Go back to our dorms?"

An ugly wardrobe sat to their left, completely full with teachers' cloaks and coats. Rebekah pointed to it, "You two in here. Let's hear what it's all about. My cloak won't fit all of us."

They quickly got in and Rebekah placed the cloak over her head as the teachers rushed in.

"It has happened," Everyone was quiet as McGonagall spoke "A student has been taken by the monster. Right into the Chamber itself."

There were sounds of shock and fear in the room as a couple of teachers sighed and other clapped hands to their mouths or chests.

"How can you be sure?" Snape almost crushed the back of a chair as he clutched it in his hands.

"The Heir of Slytherin," McGonagall was pale, almost white and sickly with the thought. "left another message. Right underneath the first one. 'Her skeleton will lie in the Chamber forever.' "

"Who is it?" Madam Hooch, the ever strong Witch, became weak-kneed and sat in a chair. "Which student?"

"Ginny Weasley," McGonagall turned and looked every teacher in the face. "We shall have to send all the students home tomorrow. This is the end of Hogwarts. Dumbledore always said . . ."

Lockhart banged the door open with a beaming smile, saying, "So sorry. I dozed off, what have I missed?"

Rebekah stifled a smile as the teachers ganged up on Lockhart. They said that since he had done so much and he had the most experience, he should tackle the creature alone.

She silently walked to stand next to Snape, he was on the furthest end of the table and everyone else stayed near the door as the teachers spoke. Rebekah turned her back to the teachers but kept facing Snape, she lifted her cloak and revealed her face.

Snape flinched the smallest bit and coughed to hide it, gaining no attention. He raised an eyebrow an inch, the signal to tell him what was happening. Rebekah handed him a small piece of paper

"Right, that's got him out from under our feet. The Heads of Houses should go and inform their students what has happened. Tell them the Hogwarts Express will take them home first thing tomorrow. Will the rest of you please make sure no students have been left outside their dormitories," Every teacher left but Snape and McGonagall stayed behind, the Witch gave Snape a displeased look. "Where is she?"

"Who? Ginny Weasley?"

"No, do you take me for a fool?" McGonagall stepped forward. "Where is Rebekah? You only soften when you look at her and you relax during this meeting. And if she's here, she's not alone. All of you come out."

Blaise and Ron stepped out of the wardrobe as Rebekah took off the cloak. McGonagall gave them all a disapproving look but it disappeared when she saw the grave looks on their faces.

"What is it?"

Rebekah explained. It took several long minutes and a few interruptions from the others but eventually McGonagall dismissed them to their dorms. Snape was supposed to lead Rebekah and Blaise back to the dorms but he knew what was at risk. He gave them a stern look and swore to Merlin that if they didn't come back alive, he would bring them back.

"You mean you're running away?" Rebekah spat at Lockhart after he let both of them in. "After all that stuff you did in your books."

"Books can be misleading," Lockhart pulled a wig from his desk, the very same wig that matched the one he wore.

"You wrote them!" Blaise shouted, giving him a pointed look.

"My dear children," Lockhart said. "Do use your common sense. My books wouldn't have sold half as well if people didn't think I'd done all those things. No one wants to read about some ugly old Armenian warlock, even if he did save a village from werewolves. He'd look dreadful on the front cover. No dress sense at all. And the witch who banished the Bandon Banshee had a hairy chin. I mean, come on —"

"So you've just been taking credit for what a load of other people have done?" Rebekah shook her head. "I'm not surprised."

"It's not nearly as simple as that. There was work involved," He said, stressing the word 'work'. " I had to track these people down. Ask them exactly how they managed to do what they did. Then I had to put a Memory Charm on them so they wouldn't remember doing it. If there's one thing I pride myself on, it's my Memory Charms. No, it's been a lot of work, Rebekah. It's not all book signings and publicity photos, you know. You want fame, you have to be prepared for a long hard slog." Lockhart closed all of his trunks after finishing, then took his wand out. "Awfully sorry, children, but I'll have to put a Memory Charm on you now. Can't have you blabbing my secrets all over the place. I'd never sell another book —"

"Expelliarmus!" Rebekah caught his soaring wand easily. Rebekah pointed her own wand at his neck, watching him gulp and sweat.

"What d'you want me to do?" He said, almost whimpering. "I don't know where the Chamber of Secrets is. There's nothing I can do."

"You're in luck. We do," Rebekah said and Blaise made the man get up. "Let's go."

Blaise had Lockhart with a wand at his neck. They marched to the bathroom and sent in Lockhart before them, completely pleased that he was nervous and shivered. The bathroom was still flooded and so Rebekah lifted the edge of her school robes.

Moaning Myrtle came rushing forward, happy. "Rebekah! Hello!"

"Myrtle," Rebekah said firmly. "Where's the chamber? Where did you see the eyes?"

Myrtle's happy face dropped and with a trembling finger, she pointed to the sinks. "That one never worked."

Rebekah rushed over and took a good look at them. All the taps looked the same but one had a tiny snake etched onto the side. She focused on it and began to hiss at the sink, wanting it to open up.

It shifted and dropped out of sight. The stone shifted unnaturally and sunk away to leave a large pipe that even Hagrid could have gotten through.

"Look at that," Lockhart said and inched backwards "Well, you hardly seem to need me,"

"Ah, no," Rebekah said and summoned a light at the end of her wand. "You first. Now!"

Blaise shoved the adult Wizard down the pipe with his wand at his throat. The man slid down the pipe with a shrill scream. Blaise sent her a smile before he followed at a slower rate. Rebekah waved to Myrtle as she sat at the edge of the pipe, giving herself a big shove before she almost floated in the middle of the pipe. She, nor Blaise, touched the slimy and gross plumping as they quickly went several miles below the school.

It was dark at the bottom as they walked a couple of minutes, carefully stopping when something creaked in the distance. Lockhart jumped for Rebekah's wand and pointed it at her when she became distracted.

"The adventure ends here, children!" Lockhart said with a large smile "I shall take a bit of this skin back up to the school, tell them I was too late to save the girl, and that you two tragically lost your minds at the sight of her mangled body — say good-bye to your memories!

"OBLIVIATE!"

The spell backfired and sent him tumbling back. The walls crumbled and fell down, causing a wall to appear from the broken wall and ceiling. Rebekah couldn't see Blaise or Lockhart, nor her wand.

"Oi, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I am. He's not though. The spell must have backfired but how?"

"My wand is only loyal to me," Rebekah said and summoned it, watching it wiggle through the rubble and found a little one. "I've got it now. I need to get Ron's sister before she dies. If I'm not back in an hour, get Snape and McGonagall."