"A basilisk?" Lily repeated. She looked between the two men. Mad-Eye looked absolutely ecstatic, while Dumbledore appeared far more subdued and cautious, the hints of his smile gone as he leaned back into his chair.

"Have a seat, Lily," the Headmaster said, his aged hand gesturing to an armchair in front of his desk. Lily took the offered seat carefully, still wondering why she wasn't being punished for whatever it was she did. Mad-Eye continued standing, although Lily noticed he was tapping his staff on the ground ever so slightly.

"What's a basilisk, Professor?" Lily asked again. There was a section on them in her book, and she was now determined to read it, but she skipped it earlier.

"A basilisk, Lily, is a dark creature. A great snake, bred from the egg of a chicken resting under a toad. To look into the eyes of a basilisk is to face instantaneous death."

"A toad?" Lily asked in that high-pitched tone of hers.

"It's not really that easy, Potter," Mad-Eye said with a chuckle. "There's a lot more that goes into it, but you'd have to dig deep into the Dark Arts to find it."

"So I- I've been hearing a snake, Professor?"

"Yes, Lily," Dumbledore said with a soft smile, stroking idly at his long, white bead, "If you are indeed a Parselmouth, then I believe Alastor's theory has been proven correct. You have not been going mad. You have been hearing the very monster that has petrified so many of your friends."

"But- But how has- how-"

"If you're referring to the lack of deaths, Potter," Mad-Eye butt in, "It's because not a one of them actually made eye contact with the great beast. The cat was looking at the water spilled on the floor, Creevey was looking through his camera, Nick's a ghost, Johnson saw it through him, and Longbottom was staring straight at a window. They all saw it through a reflection or through something else."

"Thus, the petrification," Dumbledore finished. "This is great news, Lily. Now that we know what is attacking our students, we can begin forming a counterplan. I would hate to be proven wrong, but I'd even wager that we won't see another successful attack before our current victims are revived."

"But- But how come no one's seen it, Professor?" Lily asked. "None of the portraits or- or the ghosts have seen anything, have they?"
"That, Potter," Mad-Eye intervened, "is our only remaining question. My guess? Slytherin put some sort of enchantment on the thing centuries ago to keep the spectres and portraits from seeing it. He knew precisely what Hogwarts would contain, and he knew precisely how to get past the defenses put in place by his peers. I'd wager that's why none of the ghosts have ever found the Chamber, as well."

"Then how did Nick see it?" Lily asked.

"That," Dumbledore answered instead, "is, I believe, because it allowed him to, although I cannot say why. Perhaps it was ordered to. Perhaps it was because Nick knew to be looking for it. We shall ask him once he is revived."

"Then how will we find it?" Lily asked. "How do we-"

"We do not need to find the Chamber of Secrets, Lily," Dumbledore answered quietly. "We need only find the individual responsible. With Alastor on the premises, sneaking around will be impossible for them. It is only a matter of time before they are caught."

"And what if he gets petrified, too, Professor?" Lily asked just as quietly.

"That's why I need to find him before he tries again," Mad-Eye said. He pointed a gnarled finger at his magical eye and smiled with his horrifying grin.

"Him?" Lily noted.

"Alastor," Dumbledore said carefully, "I believe we have already had this conversation. Need we go through it again?"

"Longbottom snuck out for a reason, Albus," Mad-Eye said irritably. "He saw someone leaving the dorm, and he followed after them. I'd bet my last foot on it."

"I- I thought the same thing, Professor," Lily admitted. "Neville would never sneak out like that unless- unless he had a really good reason."

Dumbledore sighed as he leaned forward again. "Very well. I supposed I shall have to consider the possibility, as much as it pains me to do so. You are sure it is a Gryffindor, Alastor?"

"Hate to say it, Albus, but yes. Longbottom wouldn't have been able to see anyone else, not from his room. If I had to guess right now, it'd be on a male student. The second years have the bottom dorm of the tower; he could have seen any one of them walking past their door. It was left open that night, according to the other boys."

Lily squirmed in her seat, hoping neither adult would notice it. She really thought she should mention the map to them, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. It was the last nice thing she had left, with the cloak still missing. She didn't want them taking it.

"It- It could still be a girl, Professor," Lily said a bit too eagerly in her haste to help. "We can go up the boy's stairs, I've done it all the time, or he could have just heard someone coming down to the common room, if their door was really open, or- or he could have just heard me, and then come down to check."

"You?" Mad-Eye asked sharply. Lily couldn't see it, but she could hear his magical eye lock right onto her. It sent a shiver down her spine to think about. Maybe Hermione was onto something, after all.

"I- My head was hurting," Lily tried to explain as she squirmed further into her seat. "I tried to climb up the stairs to the boy's tower, but I passed out, and then woke up in my bed."

"Do you know how you got up there, Lily?" Dumbledore asked.

"No," Lily answered somewhat truthfully. She suspected Dobby just moved her, but she had no proof. She hadn't seen the elf at all since the incident occurred.

"So, he could have come down to see if you needed help, and then saw a girl sneaking out," Mad-Eye said thoughtfully. "Yes, I suppose that also fits. Very well, then, Albus: it could be any of the Gryffindors."

Dumbledore sighed again. "We shall have to place further security on them, I'm afraid. Alastor, I would like for you to maintain your eye on the other Houses, for the moment, just in case we are wrong. I will have other eyes on the Gryffindor tower, so you need not keep your entire focus on them."

Lily didn't like the sound of locking down Gryffindor more than it already was, but she supposed it made sense, considering the circumstances. She just wasn't looking forward to being blamed for it, considering her circumstances.

"Professor," Lily started nervously, "can I ask a question?"

"Of course, Lily. Ask away."

"Why was everybody so scared when I- when I talked to that snake?"

Dumbledore smiled sadly. "Parseltongue is typically a magical ability associated with very dark wizards, Lily. It can be hereditary, or it can occur spontaneously, as in your case. Regardless, speaking with serpents is highly frowned upon, and, considering your own circumstances, highly unexpected. You see, Lily, the last Parselmouth born in Britain was none other than Lord Voldemort himself."

Lily jumped as Dumbledore spoke the name, a familiar pain shooting through her head and chest as she tried to push the fear back down. She thought she heard Mad-Eye make a noise of disapproval from behind her.

"Your parents would be disappointed to know their daughter fears the Dark Lord's name, Potter," he said.

"Do not disparage her, Alastor," Dumbledore said sternly. "She did not fear the name when she first approached these walls, but I'm afraid she went through an awful ordeal at the end of last year. It is only natural that she should be afraid."

Lily didn't know what to do with all this conflicting information, so she chose to stay silent, instead, while the two adults exchanged a silent glare with one another.

"I'm told you had your cloak stolen, Potter," Mad-Eye grumbled in acquiescence. "Any idea who took it?"

"No."

"They'll be our culprit, then," Mad-Eye said thoughtfully. "Has to be a girl, after all, unless one of the staff slipped it out before it got to the dormitory."

"How do you know all this?" Lily asked.

"I'm here to investigate, aren't I? Albus and Minerva have told me everything I needed to know. Plus, saw you under that cloak of yours over the summer, didn't I? First thought was if you were sneaking about after hours."

"I do not believe it is one of the students," Dumbledore said again.

"Albus, we've been over-"

"Let me finish, Alastor. You have had your piece. I do not believe it is one of the students, and, if it was, I do not believe it could be one of the Gryffindors. Salazar Slytherin made sure that nobody outside of his House could open the Chamber of Secrets."

"How did a Slytherin get ahold of her cloak, then?" Mad-Eye asked. He leaned on Dumbledore's desk. Lily got the impression that he'd completely forgotten she was still there. This certainly didn't sound like something she should be hearing.

"Perhaps the Imperius Curse," Dumbledore suggested.

"Then, they could still be under it," Moody said scratching at his chin. "I'll interview all of the girls, to make sure."

"A sound plan, Alastor," Dumbledore said. "Although, I must warn you not to make them uncomfortable. I'm told you've had quite the uncomfortable reputation gained around the female half of the school."

"I'm not watching them in the loo, Albus," Moody growled. "I'm not a monster."

"Should- Should I go, Professor?" Lily dared to ask.

"In time, Lily," Dumbledore answered softly. "Alastor will escort you to the common room when we are finished. In the meantime, we may still have some questions you are capable of answering. I am quite certain you have been conducting your own investigation into the matters already, going by your actions during the previous year revolving a certain magical stone. What have you found out, Lily?"

Lily blinked in surprise, but she didn't try to deny it.

"I- Well, Professor, if it's the same person that took my cloak, then it has to be one of the Gryffindor girls, doesn't it?"

"You believe one your friends capable of this?"

Lily shook her head vigorously. "No, Professor, but it's like Mad- Moody said, sir. But, I- I don't think it is one of Gryffindor, sir. I think my cloak is unrelated."

"You think your Invisibility Cloak going missing the exact time a monster begins attacking students is a coincidence, Potter?" Mad-Eye let out a laugh that sounded more like a growl, and Lily squirmed in her seat again. "No, I'd wager the two are very connected, and I know what I'll be keeping my eye on."

"Do as you must, Alastor," Dumbledore relented. "That is what you are here for. I simply ask that you do not invade the privacy of my students without just cause."

"I never would," Mad-Eye agreed. "Too many of them to do that, anyway. I don't know where all these kids keep coming from. Who have you been keeping your eye on, Potter?"

"Pardon?"

"Your investigation," Mad-Eye clarified. "Who have you and your gang of children been investigating?"

Lily felt her face flush deeply. "Oh, well- err- We've been watching Malfoy. We- err- saw him go into an empty room in the dungeons, and he spent a couple of hours in there, but we couldn't figure out what he'd been up to when we went to check it out ourselves."

"And have you been personally, Potter?"

"No," Lily admitted. "Ron and Neville went, though, while I was unconscious from the Halloween attacks."

"And you trust what they say?"

"Yes."

Mad-Eye laughed again. "Bad move, Potter. Never trust anybody. Remember what I told you over the summer: constant vigilance!"

"I believe Lily is right to trust in her friends, Alastor."

"Whatever you say, Albus. Still, though, that Malfoy brat poking around the dungeons does catch my interest, even if I don't think he's the one. I'll be checking it out myself, I assure you of that much. Word of advice, though, Potter: always doublecheck the work your subordinates have been doing, even if you trust them. You might notice something they didn't."

"I'll keep that in mind," Lily said. She wouldn't get the chance anytime soon, since they were barely allowed out of their rooms at all. Malfoy hadn't even gone since the curfew was put into place.

"One last question, I think: if you're so sure it isn't one of your Gryffindors, then why did Longbottom sneak out after curfew? By all reports, the boy is a coward who can only find his courage when he is around you or that Weasley boy."

"I don't know," Lily said glumly. "Maybe he saw somebody else sneaking out, and just decided to follow? Then he might have gotten lost, he does that often, and then the- err- the snake thing could have seen him."

"Possible, but unlikely," Mad-Eye said.

"The twins sneak out all the time, but they're not up to anything bad." Lily had to add that last word a bit too quickly. She almost said they were never up to anything at all, but that was blatantly untrue.

"I'll be keeping an eye on them for sure, then," Mad-Eye said with a firm nod. "Can never be too careful. You have any more questions for her, Albus?"

"Just one," Dumbledore said quietly. "You have told us everything you know, Lily?"

"Yes, sir."

"There is absolutely nothing else you would like to mention?"

"No, sir." She was not telling them about the map, even if Dumbledore did seem to know. She was not giving it up.

"And you will tell us should you find out anything else?"

"Yes, sir, I promise."

"And do you have any questions for us?" Dumbledore asked. "I cannot answer everything, but should it be appropriate, I will do so."

Lily thought for a moment. There was just one thing that was really bothering her, ever since Tom mentioned it before.

"Professor," she began, "Hagrid didn't really open the Chamber of Secrets, did he?"

Dumbledore laughed softly. "You really have done your homework, Lily. No, Hagrid was not responsible for the attack fifty years ago, although he was certainly blamed for it, nor was he responsible for the attacks this year, although he was taken to Azkaban for them."

"Who was, Professor?" Lily asked curiously. She was so close, she could feel it.

"Voldemort," Dumbeldore answered as Lily flinched at the name. "Yes, Lily, he was a student here, at Hogwarts, fifty years ago. I could never prove it, but I believe him responsible for the attack. I doubt I will ever be able to prove it, now."

"What was his real name, Professor?" Lily asked, fully intending to do as much digging into his past as she possibly could.

"I am afraid I cannot answer that question, Lily," Dumbledore said. She heard Mad-Eye disapprove, but a sharp glance from the Headmaster silenced any resistance on the matter. "Most people are not aware of Voldemort's former identity, and they choose to live in ignorance. You will not find reference to his past life in any of your historical texts, or, indeed, anywhere else in the castle. Headmaster Dippet before me was most thorough in cleansing him from the castle."

"Quite right," the portrait immediately behind Dumbledore agreed confidently. Lily could see the name "Armando Dippet" adorning the label below.

That threw Lily's idea out the window, but she felt a bit relieved about it. She didn't want to distrust Tom so thoroughly, but she just couldn't help the feeling she got in her stomach every time she thought about Hermione carrying him around.

"Any further questions, Lily?" Dumbledore asked.

"No, sir."

"Then you are free to go," Dumbledore said happily. "But, first, I think, I shall be leaving you with a parting gift."

"Sir?"

Dumbledore was already stood, and even Mad-Eye seemed a bit confused. The elderly Headmaster swept away from his desk, approached a tall shelf adorned with all sorts of trinkets and objects, and took a wide-brimmed, weathered, leather hat from the topmost shelf. He turned back to face Lily, and then held it out for her to take.

"The- The Sorting Hat, sir?" Lily said.

"Yes," Dumbledore said with a hum. He pushed the hat a little closer, and Lily took it reluctantly. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do with the thing. The leather felt old and crumbly beneath her fingers, but also strangely warm.

"You're giving her a hat, Albus?" Mad-Eye asked in a sharp tone.

"Yes," Dumbledore answered with a happier hum. "And a fine hat, at that. Do keep it on you at all times, Lily. I would hate to see something happen to our beloved Sorting Hat. I will be expecting it back before the end of term. We need it for the new first years, after all, and he still has to make his new song."

"Professor," Lily started nervously as she played with the hat between her fingers, "Why would I need the Sorting Hat?"

"A good question," Mad-Eye agreed.

"One never knows when one will need help from unlikely sources," Dumbledore answered. Lily didn't think it was a very good one, but she supposed it was as good as she was going to get from the Headmaster.

"Thanks," she said awkwardly.

"Alastor, would you escort Lily back to her common room?"

"Right," Mad-Eye said. He grabbed Lily roughly by her arm, then dragged her forward. Lily looked back as the Headmaster went back towards his desk, and decided to take her chance.

"Who died 50 years ago, Professor?" Lily asked after a pause.

Dumbledore frowned again, his hand slipping from the stack of papers he had just picked up. "The victim was a student, Lily. A fourth year Ravenclaw girl."

"Her name, Professor?"

"Myrtle Warren," Dumbledore said. He took his spectacles from his nose and began wiping them with a nearby cloth.
"Moaning Myrtle?" Lily said in disbelief. "She was the one killed?"

Mad-Eye snorted. "How did you think she ended up in that bathroom, Potter?"

"Myrtle was a girl with many troubles, Lily," Dumbledore began again. "She was taunted and bullied by her peers, and she wasn't much loved among the staff, either, due to her tendency to lash out at the slightest perceived insult. I believe she was only the first intended target."

"Did she say what killed her, Professor?"

"No," Mad-Eye said with an angry scoff. "Outright refuses to talk to any of us on the matter. Thinks we'll make fun of her."

"And she has avoided the question for 50 years, now," Dumbledore said sadly. "This all could have been solved much sooner if she had simply been willing to trust in others."

"Who asked her, Professor?" Lily asked.

"Every member of staff has tried, Lily," Dumbledore said. "I doubt any others have. As you may know, she isn't well-liked to this day, even in her death."
Lily smiled. This was one playing card she'd keep up her sleeve; She wasn't friends with Myrtle, but she did spend an inordinate amount of time crying in her bathroom the previous year, and they'd gotten along well enough. She chose to ignore the fact that she hadn't visited at all in well over a year. Myrtle wouldn't take kindly to that, and she was trying to feel confident on the matter.

"That it, Potter?" Mad-Eye asked gruffly.

"That's it."

"Then let's get going." Mad-Eye seized Lily under the arm again, and hauled her over to the door once more. She waved to Dumbledore, but he didn't seem to notice it. He was too busy staring up at his phoenix grooming itself in the corner. Lily thought it looked much more splendid now than it had before. In fact, she wasn't even sure it was the same bird.

"You know the Verdimillious Charm, Potter?" Mad-Eye asked as they exited onto the seventh floor. There was nobody present in the corridor, not a single sound to be heard other than the idle chatter of a few portraits and the occasional cough from a suit of armour.

"Yes. Why?"

"You find out anything, or you get one of those headaches again, you go ahead and light it off. I'll see it, and I'll come running. Don't go getting yourself killed, I owe your parents that much, at least."

Lily opened her mouth to respond, but she was cut off from a voice behind the two of them.

"Ah, there you are!"

Lily groaned; she knew who that was.

"Thought I saw you sneaking around up here, Lockhart," Mad-Eye said without turning. He kept Lily moving forward by dragging her along by the arm. Lily didn't try to fight it; she certainly didn't want to talk to the man.

"I think I can take it from here, if you don't mind, Moody," Lockhart offered. He pulled up alongside them, and Lily pointedly refused to look at him.

"Not your charge, Lockhart," Mad-Eye said. "Better get back to your post; I see a Ravenclaw girl sneaking around with her boyfriend on the fourth floor. Looks like a Gryffindor chap. Both wearing Prefect badges. Perhaps they wouldn't have been able to sneak out of your mandatory meeting if you'd bother to stay."

"Really, now, I think-"

Mad-Eye turned sharply, focusing both his eyes on staring directly at the blonde idiot beside them.

"I'm not telling you again, Lockhart. Get moving. You're on thin ice as it is. Or would you like me to go to Dumbledore?"

Lockhart looked utterly shocked that he could be refused so thoroughly. He glanced between Lily and Mad-Eye, stood up a bit straighter, and then spoke in a trembly voice.

"I don't think that'll be necessary. I better be off; lots to be done, after all."

"Is that right?" Mad-Eye asked snidely as he continued dragging Lily forward. Lily saw his eye turn towards the back of his skull as he watched Lockhart walk away. Lily glanced back after a while, too, just to make sure he was gone.

"Don't let him corner you, Potter," Mad-Eye said as they reached the Fat Lady's portrait. "He is not to be trusted."

"I think I figured that out on my own," Lily said. He didn't really seem that dangerous, though. Most of his issues stemmed from his incompetence.

"Still, though, he's up to something," Mad-Eye said. "Dumbledore tried to pull you out of his class, but the Governors absolutely refused to allow it. He has some sort of pull with them, and I haven't found what it is, yet."
"I'll keep that in mind. Gelatinous Pikipiki."

The Fat Lady swung open as she uttered the password. She tried to climb through, but Mad-Eye caught onto her arm one last time.

"Last thing, Potter. Do not tell any of your friends about what we've discussed today. Despite what you and Dumbledore think, a Gryffindor is behind this all, and we can't have them finding out how close we are to the truth. Remember: constant vigilance."
"I promise," Lily lied.

Mad-Eye grunted in response, turned awkwardly on his false leg, and marched back down the corridor towards the Headmaster's office. Lily took that as her cue and entered the empty common room by herself. She briefly considered sitting at the fireplace to wait for her friends, but decided against it. She could feel a warmth growing on her chest, from under her robes, and she decided she really needed to talk to the source.

She drew the curtains around her four-poster, to allow herself a bit of privacy. She had no idea how much longer the rest of the students would be downstairs, and she needed all the time she could get. Then, she pulled the Sorting Hat from her robes, and placed it firmly a top her head. She was significantly bigger than she had been the year before, and it only slid halfway down her forehead. It covered her eyes the last time.

Hello, Potter.

"Hello- err- Sorting Hat," Lily whispered in response.

You may call me Hat, if you'd like. My master did.

"Who was your master?"

Didn't pay attention to my song, eh? Godric Gryffindor was my master, girl.

"Why did Dumbledore give you to me?"

Why, indeed?

"You don't know, either?"

Of course I do. I don't think you'll like the answer. I think I'll tell you a story, instead, and let you figure out the rest.

"Fine," Lily grumbled. She leaned back against her pillows, trying to get comfortable.

My master founded this school, over a millennia ago, with his three greatest friends: Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, and Salazar Slytherin.

"I know this story already," Lily complained.

Let me finish, Potter, it's important you hear everything. They founded it together, believing it was of the utmost importance that the magical people of Britain be brought together and taught their craft in safety and security, where they wouldn't have to worry about the prying eyes of Muggles. A millennia prior, in the times of Merlin and Arthur, they would have been allowed to practice openly, without fear of reprisal. That changed when the Muggles did, when they began persecuting wizarding kind at the mere suggestion of magic.

They disagreed on who they should be teaching within the castle walls. My master wanted to bring in only the best, only the bravest. Ravenclaw wanted to bring only those who were most interested in knowledge, most interested in learning. Hufflepuff wanted to teach everybody, regardless of who they were or where they came from.

Slytherin wanted to teach only the purest of blood. His family had been treated especially harshly by the Muggles, his own sister burned alive for actions she did not commit. She was a squib, and she couldn't have. They chose to ignore that fact, didn't think it possible.

They argued and they fought for over a year, before they'd invited even a single person to attend their school. Finally, they decided that they'd accept everybody, but they'd be separated into different Houses, each of which represented the beliefs and ideals of the master they were named for. They could not agree one how the Sorting should be handled, and so I was created to do it for them. I was a gift, made by Hufflepuff for her dearest friend, so that the feud between Gryffindor and Slytherin could be settled.

Unbeknownst to any of the others, though, Slytherin constructed his Chamber of Secrets, and he hid a Basilisk inside. With this, he could-

"You know about the Basilisk?" Lily interrupted. "Why didn't you say anything?"

I was forbidden from doing so by the magic placed upon me, until such a time as it was discovered on its own. I will explain later, if you will allow this.

"Fine," Lily agreed.

As I was saying, with his Basilisk and his Chamber, Slytherin could rid the school of those he thought unworthy at any moment. He bided his time for over a decade, waiting for the opportune moment to strike, building his trust with the other residents of the castle. My master didn't so much as suspect his intentions, not a single person did.

And then Slytherin had a change of heart.

"Pardon?"

He no longer wished to kill the Muggleborn, to expel them from the castle. He sought out my master, explained what it was he had done, and begged for mercy. He didn't want to leave his home, where he'd come to find happiness.

My master agreed to help him

"Salazar, my old friend," he said, "I forgive you. I will rid the castle of your monster, and we shall destroy your Chamber together."

"How could he trust him after that?" Lily asked.

They were friends, and Gryffindor trusted those above all else. Salazar had come to him, unbidden, and confessed to his sins. Gryffindor was angry, yes, at first, but he overcame it through the love the two had shared. He tried to get the location of the Chamber from his friend, so he could enter alone, but he could not.

"Only a Slytherin can enter the Chamber," Salazar told him, and so it was. Salazar was a Parselmouth, and only by speaking the Tongue, and only by those of his House, could the Chamber be opened. They entered together, arm in arm, and descended into the pit to face the monster. My master blinded himself, so the mighty serpent could not smite him with a single glance, and drew his mighty sword to fell the beast. Salazar escorted him in, and waited outside the lair while Gryffindor entered in alone. Gladly would he have assisted, but my master insisted. He would not see any harm come to his companion.

My master fought hard, and he fought well, but he overestimated himself. Before he could deal his final blow, he was bitten, and then he was dead. The Basilisk has more than just a killer stare, but that was not known or understood at the time. Nobody had ever gotten close enough to one to check, let alone slayed one. My master aimed to be the first, and he failed.

Salazar was heartbroken. He ordered the serpent to stand down, while he recovered the body of his friend, of my master. He brought it out of the Chamber, sealed it behind him, and carried his friend down the Great Hall, where the other founders were waiting.

The rest of the story is as you know it. Neither believed Slytherin in their grief, and Slytherin was chased from the castle, into exile. Before that, though, Slytherin placed an enchantment upon me, as I had been there to witness it.

"Nobody, except my Heir, will be able to enter," he said, and so it was. I could not even speak of the beast within, unless the wearer already knows of its existence. I could not even hint of it. I tell you now only because you have uncovered the truth. I am to help Slytherin's Heir to enter the Chamber, and to help them slay the beast my young master failed against all those years before.

"So I'm supposed to slay the Basilisk?" Lily asked in horror. "Is that it?"

That, Hazel Potter, is up to you. I can not give you the location as of yet, as you have not uncovered it yourself. I will tell you only this: you are not the Heir of Slytherin. You will not be able to enter the Chamber of Secrets.

Not yet.