Emma woke up startled from the vision, confused from what seemed real, yet she swiftly decided to write everything down in her journal. The Hogwarts Princess was desperate for answers about the upcoming danger, but nothing. It was a few weeks before Christmas, but no one seemed to be in the holiday spirit. Emma got ready to visit Harry at the Hospital Wing, swiftly changing to her robes. She strolled around the castle and once she met Madame Pomfrey, she was told that he was already released a few hours prior. Confused, the young witch thanked the woman as she thought where he would be.
Emma had her head up in the clouds before she bumped into someone harshly from the back, causing her journal and notes to fly out onto the ground. She immediately tried snatching everything until she found some glasses beside some papers… It was Harry's. "Oh! I'm sorry, Harry! I was just about to look for you," Emma shouted, giving the boy his glasses which he was thankful for.
"It's alright, Emma. What's this?" Harry pointed at some papers in the journal in her arms tightly. Emma gave a small smile as she simply stated, "My journal of what I find… interesting."
"Oh," Harry answered confused at her unease, yet he simply smiled back at her. Harry continued to help her until all the papers were inside the journal. The young witch glanced at his arm, taking a close look at it, "How's your arm?"
"Fine, thanks for asking. By any chance do you know where Ron and Hermione are?" Harry questioned the Hogwarts Princess, however, she shook her head in disagreement. The Gryffindor boy hesitantly gripped Emma's hand as the pair passed by the Gryffindor tower and then to the library, but no luck so far. As they were walking by, Percy Weasley noticed the Gryffindor Chaser and Seeker with a kind smile.
"Oh, hello, Harry and Emma," Percy greeted them as he congratulated Harry, "Excellent flying yesterday, really excellent. Gryffindor has just taken the lead for the House Cup and you earned fifty points!"
"Thanks, but you haven't seen Ron or Hermione, have you?" Harry questioned the Gryffindor Perfect.
"No, I haven't," Percy stated until his smile faded at a sudden idea of his youngest brother, "I hope Ron's not in another girls' toilet…."
Harry and Emma forced a laugh, turning to each other at the realization that he might be there along with Hermione. Once Percy was out of sight, the couple headed straight for Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, making sure no perfects or Filch was around when they arrived at the bathroom. Harry slightly opened the door, faintly hearing voices from a nearby stall, thus he called out, "It's me and Emma's here."
Emma closed the door behind her when there was a clunk followed by a gasp, both saw Hermione peeking as she unlocked the door. "Harry!" Hermione exclaimed happily, "You gave us such a fright... come in. How's your arm?"
"Fine," Harry answered, deciding to sit down against the wall, while Emma walked closer to find an old cauldron brewing, assuming that she was trying to create the Polyjuice potion.
"We would have come to meet you, but we decided to get started on the Polyjuice Potion," Ron explained to them, feeling a bit guilty not visiting Harry and telling Emma. "We've decided this is the safest place to hide it."
The Hogwarts Princess nodded her head in understanding, her crown almost slipping off until she readjusted the prized possession. Harry started to tell them about Colin, but Hermione interrupted. "We already know— we heard Professor McGonagall telling Professor Flitwick this morning. That's why we decided we'd better get going—."
"The sooner we get a confession out of Malfoy, the better," Ron snarled seriously, "Do you know what I think? He was in such a foul temper after the Quidditch match, he took it out on Colin."
"There's something else, Hermione. Dobby came to visit me in the middle of the night." Harry started slowly, thus the girls and Ron looked up, amazed. Harry told them everything Dobby had told him— or hadn't told him. Once he was done, Hermione listened attentively with her jaw open wide.
"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened before?" Hermione questioned Harry once he was done. Harry nodded softly, while Hermione poured another ingredient into the cauldron.
"This settles it," Ron said in a triumphant voice. "Lucius Malfoy must've opened the Chamber when he was at school here and now he's told Draco how to do it. It's obvious. Wish Dobby told you what kind of monster's in there, though. I want to know how come nobody's noticed it sneaking around the school."
"Maybe. Until then you'll have to wait for the Polyjuice Potion to know for sure." Emma told the boys, passing another ingredient to Hermione.
"Enlighten me. Why are we brewing this potion in broad daylight in the middle of the girls' lavatory? Don't you think we'll get caught?" Ron asked Hermione, who dragged him there in the first place.
"Not at all. No one ever comes in here." Hermione replied with a soft grin on her lips.
"Why?" Ron questioned further to the brilliant Gryffindor girl.
"Moaning Myrtle." The blonde witch responded sincerely, causing Ron to scrunch his nose at the mention of the name.
"Who?" Ron asked cluelessly to her just before Moaning Myrtle appeared in the stall behind the ginger-haired boy.
"Moaning Myrtle." She replied again, gesturing to the ghost behind him. Harry turned around and jumped slightly as he noticed Myrtle behind Ron as well.
"Who's Moaning Myrtle?" Ron repeated again at the random name.
"I'm Moaning Myrtle." Myrtle flew up in front of Ron before she flew above the sinks. "I wouldn't expect you to know. Who would ever talk about ugly, miserable moping Moaning Myrtle?" The ghost mocked herself at Ron. Suddenly she screamed, flying towards the stalls and dove into a toilet.
"She's a little sensitive," Hermione added to Ron.
"A little is an understatement, Mione," Emma remarked at her, nonetheless, they continued to work on the potion. However, the bell rang thus alerting them that they had to go to their class. The girls hide the cauldron somewhere to continue working on it until they left as a group to the next class.
Apparently, there was going to be a duel against Slytherins, something Emma was excited about the lesson. She was currently standing beside Draco near the platform where Professor Snape was standing by the steps patiently.
"Gather round! Gather round!" Lockhart called out to the class, walking onto the rectangular stage. "Can everybody see me? Can you all hear me? In light of the dark events of recent weeks, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this Dueling Club to train you all up in case you ever need to defend yourselves as I have done on countless occasions. For full details, see my published works. Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape."
Whilst Snape walked up on the stage, Emma grinned softly, already knowing what might happen. Lockhart suddenly declared to the class, "He has sportingly agreed to help with a short demonstration. I don't want any of you, youngsters, to worry. You'll still have your Potions master when I'm through with him. Never fear."
Lockhart and Snape walked toward each other and stopped only a couple of meters away. The two professors held their wands in front of their faces and placed them down at their sides before bowing and walked five paces away from each other. Once they finished, Snape and Lockhart turned back to each other. "One. Two. Three."
"Expelliarmus!" Snape shouted as the spell hit Lockhart, causing him to go flying to the end of the rectangular stage and landed hard on the ground. Emma stifled a laugh from coming out, yet her eyes said otherwise. Lockhart swiftly got up onto his feet, strolling over to Snape with a bright smile, "An excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape but if you don't mind me saying, it was obvious what you were about to do. If I had wanted to stop you, it would have been only too easy."
"Perhaps it would be prudent to first teach the students to block unfriendly spells, Professor?" Snape suggested to Lockhart sassily.
"An excellent suggestion, Professor Snape. Let's have a volunteer pair." Lockhart suggested happily, pointing at the two boys beside each other, "Potter, Weasley, how about you?"
"Weasley's wand causes devastation with the simplest spells. We'll be sending Potter to the hospital wing in a matchbox. Might I suggest someone from my own house? Malfoy perhaps?" Snape questioned the professor, thus nodding in understanding.
Snape turned to Draco and pointed up towards the stage, leaving Emma alone but not before giving her a small wink. The Slytherin boy got up on the stage and walked towards Harry, who walked up towards him. The two boys stopped, facing each other before they quickly placed their wands in front of their faces.
"Scared, Potter?" Malfoy questioned him as he spat at the Gryffindor boy.
"You wish," Harry replied, causing the Gryffindor students to smile at his courage, already betting who would win the duel. They placed their wands down to their sides before they turned around and began walking to the other ends of the stage, their wands ready to fire and block.
"On the count of three, cast your charms to disarm your opponent. Only to disarm. We don't want any accidents here." Lockhart told his students firmly, commencing the countdown, "One. Two…."
"Everte Statum!" Malfoy called out, sending his spell to hit Harry, causing him to be lifted from his feet. Emma became worried at the duel, seeing Harry flipped a couple of times towards the end of the stage and landed hard against the platform.
Harry swiftly got up and aimed his wand at Malfoy, shouting, "Rictusempra!"
The spell rebound onto Draco harshly, sending him flying into the air near the end of the platform. The Slytherin boy landed with a thud thus looking up at Snape, the Professor paused momentarily until he pulled his student back up on his feet. "I said disarm only," Lockhart repeated, but they both ignored him.
"Serpensortia!" Malfoy yelled out, a snake appeared from his wand and onto the stage. Everyone went silent and watched the snake slither towards Harry. "Don't move, Potter. I'll get rid of it for you." Snape declared, walking towards the snake with his wand pointing at the serpent.
"Allow me, Professor Snape. Alarte Ascendare!" Lockhart proposed as the spell caused the snake to go into the air before landing onto the stage, hissing at Emma. The Hogwarts Princess stared into the creature's eyes, whispering in Parseltongue so no one would hear her. However, Harry walked forward towards the serpent causing it to hiss at the Gryffindor boy. He started to speak in another language… a language that Emma believed was only hereditary and exclusive to the Slytherin family.
The serpent continued hissing at Emma, until Harry called out to the snake louder, causing it to turn around and face him. Harry shook his head slowly, telling it to not harm Emma, thus Snape stared at the boy and girl curiously. "Vipera Evanesca." Snape slowly stated the spell on the snake, causing it to disintegrate. There was a sudden pause while the students looked up at Harry, Emma was more confused than everyone else in the class. What was going on?
"Come on," Ron muttered to Harry, while Hermione went through the crowd to pull Emma alongside her. "Move, come on—." Ron steered him out of the hall, the girls hurrying with them. Harry didn't have a clue what was going on, Emma was profoundly interested and neither Ron nor Hermione explained anything until they had dragged Harry up to the empty Gryffindor common room.
Ron pushed Harry into an armchair as he questioned him, "You're a Parselmouth. Why didn't you tell us?"
"I'm a what?" Harry stared cluelessly, faintly remembering when Hagrid revealed that he was a wizard.
"A Parselmouth!" Ron exclaimed, briefly looking at Emma, "You can talk to snakes!"
"I know," Harry replied nonchalantly. Emma rolled her eyes at Harry's ignorance, did he not realize that many people would suspect him now?
"I know, that's only the second time I've ever done it. I accidentally set a python on my cousin Dudley at the zoo once. Once. But so what? I bet loads of people here can do it." Harry told his friends, however, they disagreed with that statement.
"No, they can't. It's not a very common gift, Harry. I for one know because all my mother's side has this gift." Emma reminded Harry, her lips curving into a small frown.
"This is bad," Hermione stated firmly, looking at Ron with worried eyes.
"What's bad?" Harry asked Hermione before turning to the three of them. "If I hadn't told that snake not to attack Emma—."
Ron cuts Harry off swiftly, "Oh, that's what you said to him."
Harry snapped his head to Ron, replying to him, "You were there. You heard me."
"I heard you speaking Parseltongue. Snake language." Ron announced to Harry, causing Emma to nod in confirmation.
"I spoke a different language? But— I didn't realize— how can I speak a language without knowing I can speak it?" Harry questioned Emma, while an idea popped into her mind.
"You don't. Now let's see if you can understand me," Emma suggested, taking a deep breath before she slowly started talking in Parseltongue for a few moments. Harry understood every word, subconsciously replying to her question, causing Emma to smile softly. "You do understand… But how?"
"The important thing is that it matters," Hermione declared, speaking at last in a hushed voice, "Because being able to talk to snakes was what Salazar Slytherin was famous for. That's why the symbol of Slytherin House is a serpent."
Harry's mouth fell open, Ron agreeing to the statement. "And now the whole school's going to think you're his great-great-great-great-grandson or something—."
"But I'm not," Harry insisted with a panic he couldn't quite explain, "I mean unless Emma thinks otherwise."
"No, I think you're right, Harry! No one in my family has married any muggle-borns nor half-bloods. Or else I would already know we're related or something." Emma shrugged at the last statement with a slight smile.
Harry sighed in relief, while Hermione remarked, "You'll find that hard to prove. He lived about a thousand years ago; for all we know, you could be."
"Wait! Now it's not the time to make rash decisions, but we just have to be vigilant until we can come to a conclusion." The Hogwarts Princess proclaimed, everyone nodding in mutual agreement. They promised that no one would try to do anything out of the ordinary during the last few weeks.
Days passed swiftly, attacks were becoming more frequent that has everyone in Hogwarts wondering who would be next. People were suspicious of the Moore siblings along with Harry Potter plotting the attacks. Emma received a letter that she would be spending the holidays at Hogwarts due to her parent's conflicting schedules. The witch didn't mind staying, instead, she took the opportunity to collect some presents that she saved for her friends. It was perfect since she along with Draco were going to spend the holidays here, no problem right?
When it was a few days before Christmas, there was almost a stampede to book seats on the Hogwarts Express so that students could go home. The quartet stared at the crowds, Ron being the first to speak sarcastically, "At this rate, we'll be the only ones left. And it'll be us, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. What a jolly holiday it's going to be."
Emma felt relieved that she wouldn't have to always be careful with her actions, while Harry was glad that most people were leaving. The Gryffindor boy was tired of all the muttering, pointing, and hissing as he or the Moore siblings passed. Still, that didn't stop the Weasley twins teasing them constantly, however, Emma took that as a distraction that eased her mind for a bit. "Make way for the gorgeous Hogwarts Princess… and the Heir of Slytherin, a seriously evil pair coming through…" George chimed through the corridors with a smirk plastering on his lips.
Nonetheless, the other Weasley siblings didn't find it amusing, causing Percy to answer coldly, "It is not a laughing matter." Ginny nodded in agreement, slightly blushing when she was caught staring at the eldest Moore sibling beside Fred.
"Oh, get out of the way, Percy," Fred remarked playfully to his brother, "They're in a hurry don't you see?"
"Yeah, they're off to the Chamber of Secrets to see their fanged servant," George chortled, causing Emma to slightly shake her head. At last, the term ended, and a silence deep as the snow on the grounds descended on the castle. Christmas dawned the morning, cold and white. Harry and Ron, were the only ones left in their dormitory. However, they were awoken by the girls, both carrying presents for them.
"Morning!" Emma chirped happily with a grin on her lips, placing her presents beside the boys' beds. Some presents floated in the air that Emma enchanted until she organized them along the side of the room.
"Wake up," Hermione called out loudly, pulling back the curtains at the window. The intense light caused the boys to shield their eyes, Ron grumpily answering to her, "Emma, Hermione— you're not supposed to be in here—."
"Merry Christmas to you, too," Hermione remarked, throwing him his present. "We've been up for nearly an hour, adding more lacewings to the potion. But it's ready now."
Harry sat up, suddenly wide awake at the information. He stared at both girls beside each other, "Are you sure?"
"Of course," Emma confirmed as she decided to sit down at the end of Harry's four-poster bed. Hermione nodded, chiming into the conversation, "If we're going to do it, I say it should be tonight." The four friends decided to open their Christmas gifts together, a nice way to start their vacation.
No one, not even someone dreading taking Polyjuice Potion later, could fail to enjoy the dinner at Hogwarts. The Great Hall looked magnificent. Not only were there a dozen frost-covered Christmas trees and thick streamers of holly and mistletoe crisscrossing the ceiling, but enchanted snow was falling, warm and dry, from the ceiling.
Harry and Ron were scarfing down their dinner when Hermione ushered them out of the hall to finalize their plans for the evening. The brunette girl announced to them, "We still need a bit of the people you're changing into. And obviously, it'll be best if you can get something of Crabbe and Goyle's."
"And we also need to make sure the real Crabbe and Goyle can't burst in on us while we're interrogating him," Emma concluded seriously, glancing around for any lurking students.
"How are we going to do that?" Ron asked cluelessly, causing the girls to give knowing looks to each other.
"I've got it all worked out," Hermione answered smoothly, holding up two plump chocolate cakes. "I've filled these with a simple Sleeping Draught. All you have to do is make sure Crabbe and Goyle find them. Once they're asleep, pull out a few of their hairs and hide them in a broom closet."
Harry and Ron looked incredulously at each other. Harry stuttered at the moment, "Hermione, I don't think—."
"That could go seriously wrong—." Ron agreed with his friend, but Hermione had a glint in her eye that made the boy's comments nonexistent. The ginger boy rolled his eyes at her before responding, "Fine, but what about you, Hermione? Whose hair are you ripping out?"
"I've already got mine!" Hermione smiled brightly, pulling a tiny bottle out of her pocket and showing them the single hair inside it. "Millicent Bulstrode. I got it from her robes."
"Now take these cakes and make sure to get their hair," Emma affirmed the boys, concluding that they would meet at Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. While they waited for them, Hermione changed into a Slytherin robe while the potion was placed in three glass vials. Once they returned, Hermione handed them a vial, before stating, "Once we've drunk it, we'll have exactly an hour before we change back into ourselves."
"Now what?" Ron whispered to the brunette girl.
"We add the hairs." She nodded, her hand trembling as she added the hair into the glass. The potion hissed loudly like a boiling kettle and frothed madly. A second later, it had turned a sick sort of yellow. The boys did the same thing, Emma scrunching her nose at the sudden smell she inhaled. Luckily, she won't need to drink it rather simply transform into Pansy.
"Urgh— essence of Millicent Bulstrode," Ron interrupted, eyeing it with loathing. "Bet it tastes disgusting."
"Hang on," Harry halted Ron and Hermione as they reached for their glasses. "We'd better not all drink them here... Once we turn into Crabbe and Goyle we won't fit. And Millicent Bulstrode is no pixie."
"Good thinking," Ron agreed, unlocking the door. "We'll take separate stalls."
"I'll wait out here," Emma piped in, seeing her friends enter into separate stalls. The blonde witch concentrated on how Pansy looked. Good thing she started practicing when it was during November and December, finally after a few moments she turned into her worst nightmare… Pansy. She glanced at herself in front of the cracked mirror, inspecting how petite Pansy is.
Harry unlocked his door and stepped in front of the cracked mirror beside Emma— or Pansy. Suddenly Ron's door opened, thus the trio stared at each other. "How's the potion?" Emma questioned the boys, her voice was a bit pitchy— and annoying.
"Bloody horrible if you ask me," Ron scoffed enviously that she didn't have to take the potion. "Although this is unbelievable… Unbelievable."
"We'd better get going," Harry insisted, loosening the watch that was cutting into Goyle's thick wrist. "We've still got to find out where the Slytherin common room is. I only hope we can find someone to follow…."
"My brother can! We just need to find him and he'll understand." Emma confirmed, however, Harry disagreed since he reminded her, "But you're Pansy, remember?"
"Oh, right…" Emma suddenly blushed softly, Pansy's raven hair slowly turning into Magenta. The young witch inhaled softly, doing her best to control herself. Ron suddenly banged on Hermione's door, calling out, "Come on, we need to go—."
A high-pitched voice answered him, "I-I don't think I'm going to come after all. You go on without me."
"Hermione, are you okay?" Harry asked worried, Emma sensing that something wasn't right behind the door. "Fine— I'm fine. You three hurry up, you're wasting time."
And she was right, Harry looked at his watch. Five of their precious sixty minutes had already passed. Harry whispered against the door, "We'll meet you back here, all right?"
Without hesitation, they opened the door of the bathroom carefully, checked that the coast was clear, and set off. Emma/Pansy walked stiffly as they went down the marble staircase but Harry/Goyle gently grabbed her wrist before saying, "Hey, it's alright. All you have to do is basically annoy Draco and hope he thinks you're Pansy."
"T-Thanks Harry. I'm just n-nervous I'll mess up. But I don't know what I would do if I didn't have someone like you." She announced sincerely, glancing around before letting go of his hand. Harry sighed after Emma let go, still, he understands that they weren't themselves rather their counter rivals.
"Any ideas?" Harry muttered to Ron and Emma, deciding to be close together as they strolled through the halls.
"Just hope we can find my brother or one of his friends," Emma whispered, however, they couldn't find any Slytherin yet. After a quarter of an hour, just when they were getting desperate, they heard a sudden movement ahead. "Ha!" Ron exclaimed excitedly to them. "There's one of them now!"
The figure was emerging from a side room. As they hurried nearer believing they found someone, however, their hearts sank. It wasn't a Slytherin, it was rather Percy.
"What're you doing down here?" Ron called out in surprise to his older brother. Percy looked affronted at the question, curious as to why a Slytherin would like to know. "That," Percy answered stiffly, "That happens to be none of your business. It's Crabbe, isn't it?"
"Wh— oh, yeah," Ron hesitiated to answer, almost forgetting that he wasn't himself.
"Well, get off to your dormitories," Percy sternly looked upon the three Slytherin students, "It's not safe to go wandering around dark corridors these days."
"You are," Ron pointed out, Emma quickly kicked Ron on his foot, causing the ginger boy to squeak quietly before glaring at his friend.
"I—I," Percy stuttered, drawing himself up, "I am a Prefect. Nothing's about to attack me."
A voice suddenly echoed behind them. Once Emma glanced behind she saw Draco strolling toward them, before shouting, "Crabbe! Goyle! Parkinson? Where have you been? Pigging out in the Great Hall all this time?"
The Slytherin boy suddenly glanced witheringly at Percy, sneering at him, "And what're you doing down here, Weasley?"
Percy looked outraged before stating firmly, "You want to show a bit more respect to a school prefect! I don't like your attitude!"
Malfoy sneered once more and motioned for them to follow him to the Slytherin common room. Harry almost said something apologetic to Percy but caught himself just in time. The group hurried after Malfoy, who said as they turned into the next passage, "That Peter Weasley—."
"Percy," Ron corrected him automatically.
"Whatever," Draco dismissed the correction, "I've noticed him sneaking around a lot lately. And I bet I know what he's up to. He thinks he's going to catch Slytherin's heir single-handed."
He gave a short, derisive laugh, still, Harry and Ron exchanged excited looks. Once they entered the common room Draco declared to them, "Wait here. I'll go and get it. My father just sent it to me—."
Wondering what he was going to show them, Harry and Ron sat down across from a sofa while Emma next to the boys. The blonde boy came back a minute later, holding what looked like a newspaper clipping. He thrust it under Ron's nose, saying, "That'll give you a laugh."
Harry saw Ron's eyes widen in shock. He read the clipping quickly, gave a very forced laugh, and handed it to Harry. Emma then decided to sit practically next to Draco, clinging onto his arm. Harry read part of the Daily Prophet, and it said:
INQUIRY AT THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC
Arthur Weasley, Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, was today fined fifty Galleons for bewitching a Muggle car. Mr. Lucius Malfoy, a governor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where the enchanted car crashed earlier this year, called today for Mr. Weasley's resignation.
'Weasley has brought the Ministry into disrepute,' Mr. Malfoy told our reporter. 'He is clearly unfit to draw up our laws and his ridiculous Muggle Protection Act should be scrapped immediately.'
Mr. Weasley was unavailable for comment, although his wife told reporters to clear off or she'd set the family ghoul on them.
"Well? Don't you think it's funny?" Draco asked impatiently as Harry handed the clipping back to him. Emma then snatched the clipping as she read it quietly.
"Ha, ha," Harry laughed bleakly, feeling his lips rumbled in anger.
"Oh, Drakey! You know how to make me laugh!" Emma exclaimed, cringing on how awful she sounded. The witch laughed brightly as she leaned closer towards Draco, causing the boy to harshly push her away from him.
"How many times do I have to tell you to not call me that!" Draco hissed at Pansy, nonetheless, she scoffed before sitting right beside him.
"You know I like calling you that!" Pansy whined loudly, making Ron and Harry almost believing that it was Pansy and not Emma.
"Enough! I hate to disappoint you but I'll never like you, Parkinson!" Draco insisted angrily while glaring at her face.
"You know that's not true!" The Slytherin girl wailed loudly, glancing over towards Harry and Ron with a small smirk. Emma then proceeded to have fake tears fall on her face, using her sleeve to wipe them away.
"If you're offended by my opinion, you should hear the ones I keep to myself," The white-blonde boy retorted, taking a moment to recompose himself before facing his 'goons'. Emma or Pansy stifled quietly, trying her hardest not to crack a small laugh at Draco's reaction, perhaps he thinks it's really Pansy.
"Where was I? Oh, Arthur Weasley loves Muggles so much he should snap his wand in half and go and join them," Malfoy declared scornfully, causing Ron to clench his fist tightly at the mention of his father. "You'd never know the Weasleys were Purebloods, the way they behave."
Ron's— or rather, Crabbe's face was contorted with fury, thus Draco took notice at one of his goons. "What's up with you, Crabbe?" The Slytherin boy snapped furiously to him.
"Stomachache," Ron pretended to grunt at the pain he was receiving.
"You know, I'm surprised the Daily Prophet hasn't reported all these attacks yet. I suppose Dumbledore's trying to hush it all up. He'll be sacked if it doesn't stop soon. Father's always said old Dumbledore's the worst thing that's ever happened to this place." Draco answered thoughtfully but didn't get the reaction he was expecting from the boys. He dropped his hands and looked at Harry and Ron. "What's the matter with you two, honestly?"
Harry and Ron forced themselves to laugh, but Malfoy seemed satisfied; perhaps Crabbe and Goyle were always slow on the uptake. Pansy continued to cuddle with Draco, however, he did nothing but roll his eyes at her. "Saint Potter, the Mudbloods' friend. And people think he's Slytherin's heir!" Draco snickered at the comment he made.
"What about that Moore girl and her brother?" Pansy inquired Draco, not realizing that he would become defensive about his friend.
"What about them? Besides, you're entitled to your incorrect opinion," He remarked at the girl, causing Emma to wonder if he was actually defending her? But why… they're only friends. Right?
"Then you must have some idea who's behind it all?" Harry questioned him seriously, both Ron and Emma waited with bated breath.
"You know I haven't, Goyle, how many times do I have to tell you?" Malfoy snapped at his stupidity. "But my won't tell me anything except it's been fifty years since the Chamber was opened. But I know one thing— last time the Chambers of Secret was opened, a Mudblood died. So it is only a matter of time before one of them is killed this time. As for me, I hope it's Granger."
Ron was clenching Crabbe's gigantic fists, however, Harry shot him a warning look and said, "Do you know if the person who opened the Chamber last time was caught?"
"Oh, yeah... whoever it was was expelled. They're probably still in Azkaban." Draco declared nonchalantly as he shrugged his shoulders to him.
"Azkaban?" Harry repeated the last word puzzled.
"Azkaban— the wizard prison, Goyle," The Slytherin boy said, looking at him in disbelief "Honestly, what is the matter with you three? You're acting very odd."
"Please! If anything you're the one being off," Pansy insisted until she glanced over towards the opposite side to see Ron's ginger hair slowly showing along with Harry's scar.
"S-Scar," Ron stuttered to Harry as his scar started to appear. Harry, Ron, and Emma jumped to their feet hurriedly before Run grunted as he stared, "Medicine for my stomach."
Without hesitation, Emma bid goodbye to Draco before they sprinted out of the common room. Everyone hoped that Draco hadn't noticed anything, if only they realized that Emma's hair was slightly turning blonde when she ran away. They continued to sprint their way up the marble staircase and into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, everyone regained their breath for a moment. "That was close," Harry breathed heavily, glancing over towards Emma and Ron.
"Yeah… well, it wasn't a complete waste of time," Ron panted, closing the bathroom door behind them. Harry checked his face in the cracked mirror. He was back to normal. He put his glasses on as Ron hammered on the door of Hermione's stall. "Hermione, come out, we've got loads to tell you—."
"Go away!" Hermione squeaked, thus Emma stopped changing her robes as she inspected the bathroom stall her friend was in.
"What's the matter? You must be back to normal by now, we are—." Ron nodded to Harry cluelessly, but Moaning Myrtle glided suddenly through the stall door. Everyone noticed that she was in a happy mood all of a sudden, "Ooooooh, wait till you see. It's awful."
They heard the lock slide back and Hermione emerged, sobbing, her robes pulled up over her head. "Mione? Are you alright?" Emma walked closer towards her until Hermione let her robes fall and Ron backed into the sink. Her face was covered in black fur. Her eyes had turned yellow and there were long, pointed ears poking through her hair.
"It was c-cat hair! M-Millicent Bulstrode m-must have a cat! And the p-potion isn't supposed to be used for animal transformations!" Hermione sobbed quietly, thus the Hogwarts Princess embraced the girl tightly.
"It's okay, Hermione," Harry said quickly, trying to reassure the brilliant girl before continuing, "We'll take you up to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey never asks too many questions…."
It took a long time to persuade Hermione to leave the bathroom, and once she did agree, Ron hollered to her, "Hey look you've got a tail!" Emma smacked his arm before shushing him with a serious glint in her eyes.
Why is it acceptable for you to be an idiot but not for me to point it out?
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I hope you all are safe and healthy with what's going on around the world. I was just wondering if anybody would like to have Emma be with Harry or Draco? Also, I have trouble updating because I have too many ideas with different fandoms so I want your suggestion on what book I should create next?
Books I'm Working On (Currently Drafts):
BUTTERFLY EFFECT— Loki Laufeyson/Diana Hunter (Part of Virago Series/Aurora's Mother)
DAYDREAMS SERIES— Thomas/Newt/Minho (The Maze Runner/ Separate OC's)
ENTWINED— William Moore/Emily Slytherin (Part of the One Of A Kind Series)
GASOLINE— Zach Mitchell/OC (Jurassic World)
INVISIBLE MAGIC— Newt Scamander/OC (Fantastic Beasts)
KLEPTOMANIAC— Peter Maximoff/OC (X-Men)
PERFECTLY IN LOVE— Charles Moore/Marie Slytherin (Part of the One Of A Kind Series)
POLAR OPPOSITES— Charles Xavier/OC (X-Men)
PROTECTOR OF NARNIA— Peter Pevensie/OC (Narnia)
REIGNING ROYALS— Arthur Pendragon/OC (BBC Merlin)
SECRETS WITHIN— Leo Cruz/OC (Greenhouse Academy)
TOGETHER FOREVER— Richard O'Connell/OC (The Mummy Series)
WANDERLUST— Hiccup Haddock/OC (HTTYD)
WILD THINGS— Robin De Noir/OC (The Secret Of Moonacre)
WORDS TO LIVE BY— Will Scarlet/OC (Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves)
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter and until next time!