Since you already know about the scene with Dobby and Harry in the hospital, I am going to skip the beginning part, so I can carry on to the next scene.

Dobby and Harry get interrupted when they heard something in the hallway, that terrible things are going to happen to his school and that just as Snape said the night before, history is to repeat itself and that Harry Potter needs to leave Hogwarts. Dobby realized what he had just said as he grabbed the Skele-Gro bottle, and started banging his head with it. Harry told him to stop, grabbing his ragged shirt, "tell me, Dobby when did this happen before? Who is doing it now?" Dobby couldn't answer him, even if he wanted to. He just wants Harry Potter to be safe and sound, knowing why this plot is happening. They heard another noise, this time a door opened.

"Who is it, Dobby?" Dobby snapped his fingers, disappearing. Harry saw shadows of figures coming in, going straight to his hospital bed.

Four people walked in, McGonagall, Madam Pomfrey, and Snape. "Put him here," Madam Pomfrey whispered. Two other men, with a sketcher, came in. "What happened?" A boy was lifted from it and placed on the hospital bed. Professor Dumbledore explained about another attack against a student. McGonagall thinks he has been petrified.

"Perhaps he managed to take a picture of his attacker."

Harry gaped at that, realizing who it could be that was attacked, 'Colin...' he wanted to cry out but kept it inside. When they opened the camera, it blew up.

"What can this mean Albus?" McGonagall wondered in a shaky voice.

"It means the students are in grave danger," he replied. Snape turned to Harry, thinking he was awake, hearing this; looking back at Colin and the others.

"What should I tell the staff? McGonagall asks. Dumbledore told her to tell the truth and for Snape to do the same with his own house and Filch. Harry doubted Filch would want to leave his cat behind.

"It is as we feared. The chamber of secrets has indeed been opened again."

They cleared out except Snape; Harry turned around, seeing him watch Colin lay there, "Professor?" Harry whispered. The potion master went over to him, "sorry for almost spraying you earlier."

"That is the least of my concerns right now, Potter," he looked down at the floor.

"Don't worry, professor, we will get down to the bottom of it. We just need to know who is behind it," Harry wondered if he should tell him about the Polyjuice option, 'Maybe he can be of some help?' He remembered how many rules they would be breaking, so for the time being, he will keep quiet and then tell Snape during summer break. In a letter.

After Snape left, Harry checked on Colin, touching his cold hands, "Colin... I am not sure if you can hear me?" he bent over to his face, seeing his one open eye, "You must have wanted to take a picture of it?" remembering that he was trying to help prove his innocence. "Thank you, for trying," he kisses his cold lips, "please come back to me," a single tear ran down his face.

Harry told his friends what happened to Colin and the situation with the house-elf causing the mishaps recently with Harry. Ron was not pleased with this, having the car he stole roaming in the woods somewhere. The elf stopped the barrier even when Harry wasn't there. Toying only with Ron, who had no idea why. "Maybe the elf thought I was going on the train with you?"

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Hermonie realized something else that was said, "Again? You mean it happened before?" Harry nodded.

"Of course," Ron thought, "Lucius Malfoy must have opened it when he was in school here and now, he taught Draco on how to do it."

Hermonie told them that they had to wait for the Polyjuice potion to know for sure.

They watched their bushy-haired friend mix the ingredients of the Polyjuice potion into a cauldron. "Enlighten me, are we brewing a potion in broad daylight...in the middle of the girl's lavatory? Don't you think we'll get caught?"

"No. No one ever comes in here."

"Why?" Ron wondered. Hermonie told them about Moaning Myrtle. And when Ron didn't know who Moaning Myrtle was, a ghost popped out.

"I am Moaning Myrtle!" the ghost shouts, flying over to the bathroom window, "I wouldn't you expect to know me. Who would ever talk about ugly miserable moping Myrtle," she starts sobbing, then screamed all the way down the toilet, making toilet water splash everywhere. 'Harry made a mental note to talk to Snape about this later.' Perhaps the teacher knows more about why there is a ghost in the girl's bathroom.

"She is a little sensitive," Hermonie warned. Both Harry and Ron thought, 'Only a little sensitive?'

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Later, in the afternoon, they gathered in a big room with a huge dueling table in the center of it. Every second-year student attended this. Making the room filled with people. "Gather round, gather round!" Professor Lockhart shouts, standing on the duel table, "can everybody see me? Can you all hear me!?" Harry noticed Snape in the corner of the room, 'Is he here to watch this too?' he wanted to go over to him but decided against it this time. "Excellent!" Professor Lockhart said, putting a hand on his hip, "in the light of dark events of recent weeks, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little dueling club. In case you ever need to defend yourself. As I myself have done on countless occasions," he throws his dueling cape in the crowd. Girls were fawning over it. "Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape." Harry geared over at the potion master, walking up, 'So that's what he is here for.' "He has sportingly agreed to me help me with a short demonstration." Snape glanced over at Harry, who nodded back with a slight grin.

"Now, I don't want you, youngsters, to worry. You'll still have your potion master when I'm through with him. Never fear," he winked at his fans. Harry glanced over at Snape, seeing every inch of him in this spotlight. He looked away before anybody noticed. Looking at the dueling instead between them. While the teachers walked over to each other, Harry could tell how annoyed Snape was with Lockhart, 'Does he want to teach this bragging author a lesson?' Wands were up to their faces, bowing at each other. Harry glanced at the potion teacher's dark pants, feeling his heart awakening. Just a bit, 'Boy, am I in trouble.' He probably wouldn't start feeling this way if Colin was here with him, 'Perhaps I should visit him later?' The teachers whirled around, making Snape's hair sway, which Harry had to look away from. "One, two, three..."

"Expelliarmus!" Snape begins by making Professor Lockhart fly.

"Whoa!" Lockhart hit the table. Harry and Ron laughed while Hermonie felt concerned. The Gryffindor realized something; this was the first time he saw Snape duel, deciding to watch even with this new feeling. Professor Lockhart groaned while getting up, "An excellent idea to show them that Professor Snape, but you don't mind me saying, it was pretty obvious what you were about to do." Harry noticed Snape's hand resting on his pants while listening to the other teacher. Ever so slightly tapping on his pant leg with his wand. Harry felt his cheeks blush at this, turning away. "And if I had wanted to stop you, it would have been only too easy."

"Perhaps it would be prudent to first teach the students unfriendly spells, professor," Snape suggested. Professor Lockhart smiled at Snape; Harry was surprised when the dark teacher smiled back.

"An excellent suggestion Professor Snape. Well let's have a volunteer pair, Potter, Weasley; how about you?" Harry noticed Snape staring at the other professor's butt. 'Wait...what?' This shocked his student, wondering why he did that. 'Could it be?'

"Weasley's wand causes devastation with the simplest spells. We will be sending Potter to the hospital wing, in a matchbox." Harry laughed on the inside at this, having a point there. "Might I suggest someone from my own house? Malfoy perhaps?" Snape told his Godson to get up here.

"Good luck, Potter," Professor Lockhart says, walking past him as Draco and Harry face off.

"Thank you, professor." Harry walks over to his enemy.

Harry decided to concentrate on the duel instead of looking behind Draco at Snape, "Wands at the ready," Lockhart shouts.

"Scared, Potter?" Malfoy wondered.

"You wish," Harry replied, making his friends smile at this. This was a chance for Harry to show off to Professor Snape, wanting to show his own moves as well.

"On the count of three, cast your charms to only disarm your opponent, only to disarm. We don't want any accidents here," Lockhart says, his students getting ready to duel with each other. Harry got a sneer from Professor Snape. Making Harry want to show off even more. Lockhart counted down. By the second number, Draco casts his charm, the Everte Statum spell. Sending Harry, flying and landing on his injured arm. Making the Slytherins laugh at him. Snape tried not to laugh himself since this was no laughing matter, encouraging Harry to get up with his stare. Harry straightened himself up, pissed at Malfoy, feeling anger rising. Making Draco stop giggling.

Harry extended his wand next; now was his turn, "Rictusempra!" making Malfoy land on his butt in front of Snape. The crowd laughs as the Slytherin faces Snape's disappointed face. He grabs his collar, hoisting him back up while being impressed with Harry.

"I said disarm only!" Lockhart shouts.

Not happy that Potter made a fool out of him, Draco spelled out a snake from his wand next. He was slithering over to Harry and his house.

"Don't move Potter," Snape said, walking over, "I will get rid of it for you."

"Allow me, Professor Snape," Lockhart stepped in front of Harry, "Alarte Ascendare!" Making it fly into the air and back down, making it angry. Hissing at his friends, Harry acted, stepping forward. Speaking in parseltongue, the snake turned to Justin, hissing, wanting to attack him. Snape gaped in shock, 'What?' Harry kept telling the snake to stop, in parseltongue.

"Vera Evanesca," the potion teacher tried to say, keeping himself collected, hitting the snake with flames, making it vanish. Harry looked confused on what just happened.

"What are you playing at?" Justin wondered, confused and worried. Harry didn't know what he meant, looking over Lockhart, who was glaring at him, and then over to Snape, who was looking at him confused. Harry had no idea what was going on. All he did was tell the snake not to attack Justin.

He said the same thing when his friends confronted him about it, explaining that he can speak to snakes and that he set a python on his cousin Dudley at the zoo once. They didn't know how to react to this news; his friend had a dark gift, telling him that this was bad. Harry told them that he was trying to save Justin.

"You spoke a different language, you know snake language,"

Harry was shocked at this, "I spoke a different language?" 'No wonder Snape was confused,' making a mental note to check on him later and clear some misunderstandings. "But I didn't realize- How can I speak a language without knowing I can?" Hermonie this time, didn't know, which was surprising to Harry since she knows mostly everything in the magic world. She told him that everybody thought he was egging the snake on. And now the whole school will think Harry is related to the one who is the heir to Slytherin, including his friends and possibly Snape. 'It can't be?'

"He lived thousands of years ago, for all you know, you could be?" Hermonie explained.