There was blood on the wall in the shape of letters, but that wasn't what caught Anna's attention. What caught it was Mrs. Norris hanging upside down, and she appeared to be dead. Eventually Anna's gaze wandered to the wall, and she read the bloody print: THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED.

What was the Chamber of Secrets? Could it be the mysterious chamber which Merlin had been talking about? Or was there another chamber entirely? Harry, Hermione, and Ron joined her a minute later.

"Bloody hell..." Ron gasped as he stared at the cat. "What happened?"

"I don't know." Anna said. "I was following some spiders."

"S-spiders?" Ron gulped nervously. Obviously he wasn't a fan of spiders, and Anna rolled her eyes again. "Yeah, spiders. Anyways, they led me here." She looked at Mrs. Norris. Was she dead? She certainly seemed like it. Filch came into the hall, and naturally he began accusing the foursome of killing his beloved cat.

"We had nothing to do with it!" Ron said hotly as more students began to fill the hall.

"You're next Mudbloods!" Draco said with a laugh, and Harry had to hold Anna back from hexing him again. They later learned that Mrs. Norris wasn't dead, only petrified.

"That's too bad." George said the next day. "Pranking would have been a lot easier with that cat gone."

"George!" Anna scolded. "That's not nice." She whacked his arm playfully. As much as she didn't like Filch and Mrs. Norris, a part of her felt bad for Filch. Mrs. Norris was really the only friend the old man had. Sure, it was because he was grouchy and was constantly trying to get the students in trouble, but nonetheless.

"You ready to commentate your first Quidditch game this weekend?" Fred asked, deciding to change the subject before his twin and best friend got into a catfight about...well, a cat.

Anna nodded. "I think so. I'm a bit nervous though." What if she didn't do a good job? What if the audience didn't like her? Or worse, McGonagall?

"You'll do fine." Fred assured her. "Just follow Jordan's lead, he'll help you until you get the hang of things."

Anna nodded, taking a deep breath. They were right, she had this.

That Saturday, everyone was excited for the first Quidditch game of the season. "Naturally our first game is against Slytherin." Harry groaned at breakfast, and Anna sympathetically patted him on the shoulder. "It'll be alright Harry, everyone knows that you're a better Seeker than Draco is anyways."

"Is he now?" Draco drawled as he walked up. "Even when my entire team has brand-new brooms?"

Anna rolled her eyes. "Malfoy, if you honestly believe that you're going to win based on new brooms and not talent, then you're even more stupid than Crabbe and Goyle put together."

Draco scowled at her as Harry began to snicker. "Listen here, you filthy blood traitor! I've got twice as much talent as your brother does!"

Anna shrugged. "Do you? Then why did Harry make the team his first year, and it took you a whole extra year plus you buying the entire team brooms to make it?"

"If you're implying that I don't have any talent-"

"Oh no, I'm not implying it, I'm stating it as a fact." Anna smirked at him as she stood up. "Now, if you gents will excuse me, I need to go get ready. I have a game to commentate."

"I'd watch yourself if I were you Potter!" Draco called after her, to which Anna responded with, "I would, but unlike you I'm not so self-absorbed that I'm totally in love with myself." She walked out of the Great Hall as students began to laugh, and she was sure that Draco was blushing up a storm. As she walked down the hall, Fred jogged up to her. "I thought I would walk with you." He said. "Malfoy looked like he wanted to murder you."

"He probably does." Anna giggled. "Fred...when we were in that broom closet, hiding from Filch...there was something that you were going to tell me."

"Oh..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Forget it, it's not anything all that important."

Anna nodded, a bit disappointed. So Fred hadn't been about to tell her that he liked her after all. She shouldn't have been so surprised by this though. She was only twelve, two years younger than he was. He probably liked someone else that was older than she was. There was an awkward silence between the two as they made their way to the Gryffindor common room. "Um...I'll see you at the game?" Anna asked, and Fred nodded. "Y-Yeah...see you." Anna walked up the stairs, sighing somewhat sadly.

Fred watched Anna walk up the stairs to her dorm before he sank down on the couch, burying his head in his hands. Why couldn't he tell her? Why couldn't he tell her how he really felt about her? He was a Gryffindor for crying out loud, he was supposed to be brave. The couch sank a little bit as Harry sat down next to him. "You alright mate?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Fred said, running a hand through his hair.

"Really? Because it doesn't look like it."

Fred didn't answer, he couldn't exactly tell Harry about his crush on Anna, seeing as how she was his sister. It seemed that he didn't need to tell Harry though, he was able to figure it out for himself. "Fred, if you like her, than you need to tell her."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Fred said, feigning innocence, and Harry sighed loudly in exasperation. "Fred, everybody can see that you like her except for Anna, just like how everyone can see that she likes you."

Fred shook his head stubbornly. "I can't. If she doesn't like me back, then it'll ruin the friendship that we have. I would rather keep her as a friend and keep my feelings to myself than risk telling her how I feel and ruining that friendship."

Harry could see that he wasn't going to be able to convince him, so he just nodded. "If that's what you want to do, I can't convince you otherwise. Come on, we have a game to get ready for."

As if Anna didn't already hate Lockhart enough, after that day's Quidditch match, she hated him even more so. It started out fine, she was doing very well as a commentator. She took Fred's advice and followed Lee's lead, although she made sure to reign him back in whenever he made snarky remarks towards the Slytherin team. Everything was going splendidly until a bludger decided that it had a death wish for Harry and started chasing him. Harry caught the Snitch, but he had also broken his arm in the process. Again, everything would have been fine if Lockhart hadn't tried to repair his arm and instead got rid of the bone entirely, resulting in Harry's arm hanging as limply as a noodle.

"I'm really starting to hate that man." Anna growled as she helped Harry make his way to the hospital wing.

"And you're not even the one that lost your arm." Harry replied, chuckling despite the pain that he felt.

"Does it hurt terribly?" Anna asked, and Harry shook his head. "Not terribly. I've had worse."

Madame Pomfrey tutted when she saw them. "Honestly, can you Potters not stay out of my infirmary?"

"Apparently not." Anna said with a laugh as she helped Harry to sit down. She explained to Madame Pomfrey what had happened, and the matron shook her head. "That man is a bumbling imbecile." Pomfrey muttered under her breath. Anna couldn't agree more with this statement. Luckily, after the whole snake incident, Lockhart hadn't used any more live creatures after that, and had stuck to reading his books aloud to the class, with his own dramatic flair added of course. Anna would have rather gone through double History of Magic than listen to Lockhart boost his own ego. Madame Pomfrey made Anna leave the infirmary so that Harry could get some rest and when she left, she found the entire Quidditch team waiting outside the door.

"How is he?" Oliver Wood asked.

"He'll be alright." Anna said. "He might not be able to play for a while though."

Oliver cursed under his breath. "We're going to have to find a backup Seeker."

Anna raised an eyebrow. "Harry could have died and you're worried about finding another Seeker?"

"Wood's like that." Fred explained. "Quidditch is the only thing that's on his mind. You should hear the pep talks he gives us."

"I'm not trying to seem insensitive." Oliver said. "But if we don't find another Seeker, then we might as well forfeit every game until Harry's able to play again."

"Gee if only we had another Potter..." George said before draping his arm over Anna's shoulder.

"Oh no." Anna pushed his arm away. "You aren't going to rope me into playing until Harry's back. It's bad enough I let you convince me to be a co-commentator, I'm not being a Seeker on top of that. Flying at top speeds is definitely not for me, thank you very much."

She started to walk away, and Fred sighed dramatically. "Tough luck. We'll just have to find someone who isn't a chicken."

Anna paused before turning around to face him. "What did you just call me Weasley?"

"Um...Fred..." Oliver said slowly. Even he looked slightly terrified of the look on Anna's face. "I think you owe Potter an apology."

"You're bloody well right that he does." Anna stormed over to Fred. She didn't care that he was taller. The glare that she gave him seemed to make him shrink a full foot. "Now you listen here Weasley. I am anything but a chicken."

"Oh come on Anna." Fred said. "It was just a joke."

"Really? Because I think that you called me a chicken because you were hoping that I would want to prove you wrong and join as Seeker until Harry returns. Well, you have another thing coming mister." Anna poked her finger into his chest. "I'm not falling for that, and you're lucky that I'm not hexing you."

"We all know the real reason you won't hex him." George muttered under his breath, and Anna whirled to face him. "And why's that?"

A smirk came onto his face. "Because you loooove him."

Anna was just barely able to fight off the heat rushing to her cheeks. "I don't love him George, I'm afraid that you have me mistaken for someone else." She turned on her heel and walked off. Honestly, some boys were just so immature.

Fred glared at his twin as Anna walked away. "What the bloody hell?! Why would you say that?!"

"Because I thought that it would finally make her admit that she likes you!" George raised his hands in surrender.

"Yeah, well that bloody well worked didn't it?" Fred hugged.

"Enough." Oliver told the two of them. "Weasley, even if she did like you, your focus right now needs to be on Quidditch, especially with Potter out for who knows how long. We'll need to have more practices to make sure that we're prepared."

A few of the team members groaned at this. They already had a lot of practices, far more than were necessary. Not to mention the five a.m. practices where all they did was listen to Oliver tell them about the offensive and defensive plays he had planned out, depending on what team they would be facing.

"Quit your moaning." Oliver said. "This is the only way that we'll win the cup." He looked at Fred again. "Listen to my advice Weasley, forget all about Potter."

Fred nodded, but he wasn't so sure. How was he supposed to forget about someone that he was completely in love with?