Harry told his friends about what happened after detention, including Colin, "It is a bit strange...isn't it?" Hermione says out loud. They were wondering what she meant, "A voice only you can hear and then Mrs. Norris turns up petrified, and then it happened to a girl a day later, it is just strange."

"Do you think I should have told Dumbledore about that?" Ron thought he was mad at wanting to tell him. So only Snape knows from his teachers, but he has not told his friends about it.

"No Harry...even in the wizarding world, hearing voices is not a good sign," she gets up, heading to bed, "night." Ron did the same thing, heading upstairs.

Colin stayed behind, "I am sorry this is happening to you Harry," he leaned against his shoulder, "I will try to help on proving your innocence." Harry nodded; Snape hopefully said something to the headmaster about that already.

"Thank you," he said, giving Colin a goodnight kiss before they headed up the stairs, "let us keep what we have, a secret for now?" Harry whispered. Colin was ok with that, being happy to be with his idol.

The next day, Harry had the transfiguration class with Professor McGonagall. Sitting next to Ron. "Today we will transform animals into water goblets." Their teacher points her wand at a bird, "like so. One, two, three, Vera Verto." Her students were all amazed by the transformation. "Who would like to go first? Ah Mr. Weasley...Vera Verto."

"Vera Verto," Ron points at his rat with a broken wand. The rat starts meaping as it is being turned into a cup, with his tail sticking out. Harry starts giggling at that. Ron gaps at his failed attempt.

"That wand needs to be replaced,, Mr. Weasley." Professor McGonagall walks over to their bushy friend, who has her hand up, "Yes, Ms. Granger?" She wanted to know about the chamber of secrets. Their teacher hesitated for a moment before telling it. After she was finished her students looked at each other with their mouths open. A monster was inside the chamber of secrets, and now it has been opened again.

Harry ditched his friends to head straight to Snape's office, knocking on his door. Snape poked his head out, "I know about it now, Professor McGonagall told us in class." "Is it true about a monster living in there?" His teacher let him inside.

Snape nodded, "Why would Professor McGonagall tell you that?" He was baffled, crossing his arms, "it is not any of your concern to know that."

"Actually, it is Professor," Harry sat on his sofa, "After all, Professor Dumbledore told us to take caution. And to take caution; we need to know what we are dealing with."

Harry had a point there. "What is your plan after knowing that?"

"Finding out who is behind it," Harry said back, "we think it is Malfoy."

Snape gaped at that, "I must have you know that Draco is my godson." His student was shocked, "I would know firsthand if he was behind it."

"You really think that, don't you?"

"Are you making me look like an idiot, Potter?" his teacher questioned, wanting to throw him out if he did.

"No Professor, I am not. I think you would be the last to know though?"

"Get out Potter!" Snape points to the door.

Harry was shocked at the outburst. 'Perhaps I should have said it differently?' doing as his professor wished, he left, "You probably don't want to admit that I am right?" as he left his office, sighing as the door slammed behind him.

The next day, Harry refused to leave his room. Not wanting to see Snape's angry face, 'What if he hates me now for accusing his Godson?' What if now he is not allowed to visit the chambers anymore? Colin was worried about Harry, refusing to leave his bed, "I got a stomachache," he lied, which he hated since Colin was a particular person to the young wizard. "I will try to sleep it off."

"Want me to bring some breakfast?" Harry nodded with a smile, thanking him with a kiss.

Snape did not see Potter at breakfast. He was still angry with him; who wouldn't be after someone telling you that. He was beyond pissed, deciding to give Potter the silent treatment. Then again, his Godson hardly talks to him. 'Well, he is close to being a teenager now.' Teens prefer hanging out with their friends rather than their relatives.

He didn't see Harry in his class either. "Mr. Weasley where is Mr. Potter?"

"He says he has a stomachache; I feel like there is something else going on though?"

Their teacher sighed, "Keep on working on your assignments," he bellowed before leaving the classroom.

Entering the great hall, he heard some commotion. Two teachers were talking among themselves. And they were talking about him, "I don't understand why he is teaching here?"

"Yeah, same. He scares half of the students with his ugly features." Snape gaped at that, not wanting to hear anymore.

Harry was sitting by the fireplace; when he heard someone walking in. Turning to Snape, "What are you doing here, Professor?"

"You were skipping my class again Potter? This time I will not go easy on you. Detention with me tonight."

Harry turned to the fireplace, nodding, "Is that all Professor?" He did not hear anything else, thinking that was the only reason his teacher had come all this way. Looking back over, he noticed something was not right. Snape was clenching his fists together, "Professor?" he got up, going over to him, "did something happen?"

"It is none of your concern Potter." He was about to head back out; when Harry grabbed him, snaking his arms around his stomach, "Potter what are-"

"Professor just tell me what happened. Something obviously did because you have been clenching your hands."

Snape pushes Harry away from him before sliding to the ground, feeling defeated at this point, "Why do you care about me, Potter? I am the dungeon bat, someone who is horrible looking-"

"Wait, Professor," his student crouched down, "why would you think that all of a sudden?" his teacher looked up, "Did someone say that to you?" Snape rested his face on top of his leg, nodding. Harry felt rage building up inside, wanting to punch the magic folk that hurt his teacher. Pulling him into an embrace, he said, "Do not listen to them, professor. Remember what I said to you?"

"You are only mad enough to think that."

"I don't think so; you just have to find them," he lifted his chin up; sadness was clear to see, "Professor-"

"If that was true, I would have experience by now."

Harry let go, wondering what he meant, but as someone who is close to being a teen; he naturally realized what his teacher meant, 'Is this something a teacher should let a student know about?' "Nothing to be ashamed about. You are just waiting for the right person. And you haven't found them." Snape looked down at the floor, "Perhaps you can work on being happy first?"

"If I do that-"

"I understand why you need to be miserable, professor. It is because that's how you want others to see you, right?" Snape nodded, "but what about pretending to be miserable instead? You are great at acting; you had me fooled in the 1st year. Thinking you were a bad wizard."

His professor thought about it, "You are the only one who knows about this then." Harry made another deal with him by making him happy once again, even if it was only his student knowing about it.