May update

Harry groaned, as he blinked awake. "Wha…. What happened…" He slurred, slowly sitting up. "Harry! You're awake!" Lucy and Natsu ran to his side, all his friends in Gryffindor at his side as well. Harry could hear faint groans from Malfoy, who had Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, and Gajeel by his side.

Harry looked around in a daze wondering what was going on. "W-Wait, what happened?" Harry asked again, more clearly this time. "Don't you remember? You fainted after Lockheart casted that…..healing…. Spell on you." Hermione reminded him.

Harry looked down at his injured arm, and slowly poked his arm. Only to feel it to be squishy. Like jello. Harry gagged a bit, holding his free hand to his mouth. "Yeah I know… Professor Marvel passed out when she realised what Lockheart did." Ron said, pointing at the bed behind them.

"No bones….. No bones…" Wendy slurred, her arms twitching, eyes blank and white from the shock.

"Hey! But in good news! You caught the snitch! Gryffindor won thanks to you Harry!" Natsu praised, patting Harry on the back. "It was so close! Slytherin was ninety and Gryffindor thirty! I thought Gajeel was going to win again!" Natsu groaned, rubbing his head.

"I ain't playing you idiot!"

"Your house ain't it?!"

"But that ball rouge bludger did do a number on your arm… " Lucy muttered. "The ball could have done more than that! It could have bloody killed him!" Ron yelled, gesturing to Harry. "Well if you let me get out there, then I would have stopped it in time." Natsu boasted proudly. "No, all you would have done was cause a panic and a bigger mess than it is now." Lucy said, a bit ticked off.

Harry smiled a bit as the couple bickered, grateful that Gryffindor won once again to his efforts. "Oh hey! Check out what Colin gave me!" Natsu smiled, pulling out a photo frame and showed it to Harry. The photo was of Harry and Draco, flying side by side trying to reach for the Snitch. The look in their eyes were ones of rivalry and despise. "I swear, Colin's going to be a fine photographist when he grows up." Natsu smiled.

"Oh stop whining Mister Malfoy, you can go! Out of my way, out of my way!" Pomfrey suddenly pushed the concerned friends away, with a porcelain bottle in her hand. "You should have brought him here or let Professor Marvel take care of it! We would have fixed it in a heartbeat! But growing back bones…"

"You will be able to grow them back won't you?" Hermione asked. "Oh of course, but it's a long and painful process." She explained, pouring the medicine in a glass. "You'll be in for a rough night Potter… Growing back bones is a nasty business." She tsked, as Harry drank the medicine without hesitation.

Or at least he tried to. The taste was so revolting that he spat it right back out. "Well what do you expect?! Pumpkin juice?!" The nurse cried, quite passive aggressively. Harry groaned as she poured him another drink. Once Harry forcefully drank the medicine, the nurse turned to the visitors and those faking their injuries.

"Now, you lot. Out!" She demanded, pushing everyone out before everyone could even blink, the door shutting the door behind them. "What just happened…." Natsu whispered, looking back at the door.

"No bones…" Wendy whispered again, her body slouching over, eyes still blank and shocked.

"Natsu…"

"Kill…."

"Natsu, you are my only hope."

"Kill them!"

"Natsu. Please. Help me…"

"KILL THEM ALL!"

"Natsu wake up!"

Natsu gasped and sat up, his brow sweating heavily. "Natsu, are you alright? I was waiting for half an hour for you to come down." Natsu blinked, and looked up a bit, and saw Lucy next to him, her hand on his shoulder. "Natsu, are you alright?" She asked, concerned at his appearance. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine." He stuttered, his hand shaking as he wiped his brow.

"Natsu, are you sick or something? If you are, I can do the patrol alone…" Lucy whispered, not wanting to let the others know that a member of a different House Member, let alone a girl, was inside the Gryffindor boys dormitories.

"No, it's alright Lucy, I'll go with you. If the Chamber of Secrets really has opened, then we can't let anyone else fall to the extent of what happened to Gray." Natsu reasoned, sighing as he sat up. "Are you sure? I don't want you to be sick on patrol." Lucy muttered, feeling his forehead. "Don't worry Luce, I'll be fine." Natsu smiled forcefully.

"Kill…."

Natsu jolted up, his head swiftly looking around. "Natsu, are you sure you're alright?" Lucy asked again.

"Kill them all!"

"Oh no…" Natsu muttered. "What? Natsu, what's wrong?" Lucy asked, now fully concerned. "It's going to strike again!" Natsu whispered violently, bolting from his bed. "Wait, Natsu!" Lucy called softly, running after him.

"Kill… kill… KILL… KILL THEM ALL!"

The moment Natsu reached the lobby of the Common Room, he stopped and gasped, not believing his eyes. Lucy finally caught up to him, and saw what Natsu saw. She too gasped, hands to her mouth. Colin was frozen stiff, his camera in front of his face.

"No way…" Lucy gagged. "Lucy! Go get McGonagall, Erza and Dumbledore!" Natsu ordered, Lucy rushing out with no hesitation. "What the hell happened to you Colin…?" Natsu gritted.

Harry tossed in his bed, his arm in excruciating pain.

"Kill…"

Harry sat up instantly and grabbed his glasses. He looked around for the source of the sound.

"Kill…. Kill… kill…. Killll….."

Harry looked around again, until he looked in front of him. There in front of him was a small brown elf with vibrant green eyes, dressed in rags. "Mister Potter sir!" He exclaimed happily.

"D-Dobby?!" Harry exclaimed, looking at Dobby. "Dobby tried to warn Harry Potter. Harry Potter is in danger! Harry Potter should have returned home when the train left!" Harry blinked a bit, before the pieces clicked. "Wait… You were the one that blocked the doorway?! You nearly got Ron, Natsu, and I expelled!" Harry said, his tone angry. "But at least you would be safe…. After Dobby sent the bludger after Harry Potter, Dobby was sure that-"

"Wait… YOUR bludger?!" Harry repeated. Dobby gasped, regretting what he said. Dobby nodded, saying that he felt remorse, and ironed his hands as punishment, showing his burns and bandages.

"You could have killed me!" Harry gritted. "Oh no sir! Never kill! Just to protect Harry Potter!" Dobby squealed in his defense. "Dobby, you'd better pray that my arm won't heal right now so I don't strangle you…" Harry gritted, trying to compose himself.

Dobby screamed and scrambled off the bed, Harry following him. "Dobby is used to death threats… Dobby gets them five times a day at home… Ever since Harry Potter defeated… He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named… House Elves have been subjected to slavery…. But Dobby is still abused…" Dobby began to cry, and blew his nose into his clothes.

"Dobby… why do you wear that thing…?" Harry asked. "This is a symbol. That Dobby is a slave. Dobby is only freed once Dobby's master hands Dobby a piece of clothing…" Dobby explained.

A bang came from the corridor, Dobby jumping up on the bed. "Harry Potter must listen…. Harry Potter must leave! Hogwarts is in grave danger! If you do not, history will repeat itself!" Dobby argued. "Wait, repeat history..?" Harry noted. Dobby gasped, and banged his head against the medicine bottle Harry took earlier. "Stupid Dobby, stupid Dobby, Stupid Dobby!"

"No, D-Dobby! Dobby! Stop it, stop it, STOP IT!" Harry gritted, taking the bottle away from him. "Dobby, what happened?" Harry asked. "Dobby cannot say…" Harry grabbed Dobby by his clothes and demanded an answer.

BANG!

Dobby panicked and shook his head. He snapped his fingers and disappeared into mist.

"Bring him in…"

Harry gasped and leaped into bed, pretending to sleep. "Careful… careful…" Harry heard rustling from another bed.

"What happened to him?" McGonagall asked, concerned of what happened. "I was coming down the stairs, and he was like this…. But I heard a whisper before Lucy and I found him." A whisper came from them.

"Wait… Natsu…?" Harry thought.

"Why would anyone do this…?" A female voice gasped, very upset.

"Is that Lucy…?"

"Check the camera. Maybe he took a picture of his assailant." A firm voice advised. A voice that clearly belonged to Erza. Dumbledore struggled a bit to pull the camera out of Colin's hands, his eyes shut tight. A sharp gasp came from Lucy, as she looked at his face. Dumbledore opened the film reel, only for it to blow up.

"What does this mean…?" McGonagall whispered. "It means that what we feared has come true. The Chamber of Secrets has been opened." Dumbledore explained. "What should we tell the others?" Erza asked, her tone strict and composed. "Tell them everything. Tell them that Hogwarts is in grave danger."

Harry's eyes widened in horror, not knowing what to think about all this.

"Alright. Natsu, Lucy, be on guard. You may go. We will talk about this later." Erza told them.

Footsteps walked out, until silence dominated the room. Harry sat up, and slowly made his way out of the bed. Step by step he made his way to Colin's bed, his eyes widened at the sight. "Oh no… Colin…" He whispered.

"This has gone too far! We have to do something!" Makarov exclaimed, banging his fist on the table. "Do you think Gray is involved with this…?" Levy pondered. "Who else besides Dumbledore could know about this…." Mira asked. "I have an idea who…." Mavis smiled mischievously. "I was going through this file about six months ago. I think you'll find this intriguing…."

A file floated down to the table, landing in front of Makarov first. "This is…" Makarov gasped. Wendy was the last to read the file, humming. "But how can we get to him? I mean he's-"

"I have an idea." Wendy exclaimed, standing up.

Half an hour later

Wendy scrapped on the ground with a long stick, revealing all her comrades relaxing and waiting behind her.

"So why are we here again?" Natsu asked, leaning on the podium next to Lucy. "Remember when Wendy summoned the Jade Dragon at the Coliseum? Well she thought if Milky Way could summon a dragon, then maybe it can summon a human." Lucy explained. "And we're down here in the Third Corridor why?" Natsu asked, looking around the dusted room. "Don't you remember dimwit? Harry defeated Quibble down here. Maybe he knows something." Gajeel gritted, tired of Natsu's stupid mind.

"Quibble? Who was he again?" Natsu asked, tilting his head. "Don't you remember?! Last year's Defence Teacher who had Voldemort on the back of his head!" Lucy yelled at him, pointing to the back of her head. "Uh…...Oh yeah! Him! What about him again?" Everyone sighed aggressively, facepalming. "Just lean back and watch." Lucy said staily, Natsu simply shrugged and leaned back looked back at Wendy.

"There we go, all done." Wendy sighed happily, looking down at her work. "You sure this is going to work? I mean it works on dragons, but humans..?" Lucy asked, a bit skeptical. "Well, it's the only chance we got. I changed the symbol from dragon to humans, so if there is a human soul down here I might find it. Anyway, are all ready?"

Everyone nodded and closed their eyes. A warm light emerged on their bodies, and burst into sparkles, white cloaks flapping above their backs. The students could feel their bodies grow back to how it used to be before they were dragged into all this. Once everyone's' identity was safe, Wendy took her position and began the spell.

"Oh Wandering Human Souls, I Would Recieve Your Voices. Milky Way!"

Wendy thrust her hands into the air, her cape floating lightly from her body. The circle began to glow. Not an emerald green, but a dark purple. A purple ripple flew through the sky, dusts of the colour wandered around the room, Wendy concentrating on trying to find a soul. "Anything Wendy?" Erza asked, her arms folded.

"No, not yet…. Wait! I found something!" Wendy brought her hands together, and began concentrating as if she was praying. The purple soul began to gather energy around itself. A soft screaming came into their ears, everyone looking around wondering what the screaming was. "Is that…?" Everyone slowly looked to the soul evolving, until a bald man dressed in robes burst out, screaming in fury.

"HARRY POTTER!" He screamed, holding his head. Suddenly he snapped his head to the seven cloaked figures, standing there calmly, even though on the inside they got a bit of a fright.

"Professor Quirrell." Erza called out, bravely to the deceased. Quirrell snapped his head to the voice. His eyes widened at their sight. "You…" He whispered, pointing at them. "You MONSTROUS PESTS! Do you have ANY IDEA what you have DONE?!" He roared, as he leaped towards them. He leapt towards the man with the ruby stoned cloak, who simply stood there.

Quirrell tried to grab the man by tackling him, but only fell through. "W...What?!" He turned around, seeing the cloaked members turn around towards him. "How… How did you…?!" He demanded, wanting to know.

"We understand that you were studying the Dark Lord." A stern female voice cut him off, wanting to get straight to the chase. "I was. He had a mind like no other! It was incredible!" He laughed. "What else did you discover?" A woman with an emerald asked. "Anything about a Chamber of Secrets?"

Quirrell froze. "I…. I know nothing!" He denied. "Quirrell… Tell us now!" The woman with the ruby gem gritted. "Why should I?" He asked, snarky like. "If you don't, then we'll force you out of it." The man with the ruby gem threatened.

Suddenly a hand crossed across the angry man's body, a pink mark visible on her hand. He looked at her in confusement as she stepped forward.

"The truth is… we want to follow the Dark Lord."

Everyone looked at her, wondering what she was playing at. "Y-You do…? Quirrell asked in confusement. "Yes. We wanted to steal the Stone for ourselves so that we would please the Dark Lord. But now we realise you are the superior. Please teach us." She asked, bowing.

Quirrell froze, processing this information. As he did, the man that was stopped grabbed the woman's shoulder and whispered to her.

"Lucy, are you crazy?!"

"We've been looking at this all wrong. He's obsessed with Voldemort. And obsessive people… Can't stop talking about their obsessions."

"...I see…. Very well. I shall tell you everything I know… it all started…. A thousand years ago..."

"Again? What does he mean again? The Chamber of Secrets has been open before?" Hermione asked Harry as she slowly churned to cauldron, filled with the ingredients of the complex Polyjuice Potion. "Of course! Don't you see?" Harry and Hermione looked at Ron, who was leaning comfortably on the bathroom stall arms folded. "Lucius Malfoy must've opened it while he was at school here. And now he's asked Draco to do it." He reasoned.

"Maybe." Hermione sighed. "We'll have to wait for the Polyjuice Potion to be sure." She continued, shaking a bottle and tapping it into the cauldron. The potion began to mystify and bubble as she put the jar down and reached for the next potion.

"Tell me something. Why are we brewing this potion in the middle of broad daylight in the Girls' Lavatory?" Ron asked, giving Hermione a very confused look. "Don't you think we might get caught?" Hermione gave a muffled laugh as she reached for the next ingredient. "No. No one ever comes in here." She explained.

"...Why?" Ron asked, giving a brief look at Harry. "Moaning Myrtle." Hermione replied. "Who?" Ron asked. As he did, a pale transparent figure floated out of one of the cubicle, staring at Ron. She wore glasses, her hair in pigtails and an old Hogwarts Uniform. "Moaning Myrtle." Hermione repeated again, gulping a bit when she spotted the figure. Harry's eyes opened wide at the ghost girl, as she slowly floated towards them. "Who's Moaning Myrtle?" Ron asked again.

"I'M Moaning Myrtle!" She yelled. Ron immediately went into a retreat like defense, his arms swung back, chest puffed out, stunned by the sudden appearance. Myrtle floated up above the basins and turned around to face the visitors. "I wouldn't expect YOU to know who I am! Who would ever talk about ugly, miserable, lonely, Moaning Myrtle?" She squeaked, before letting out a high pitched shriek as she flew down around the bathroom, before disappearing down a toilet, letting out a big splash.

"She's a little sensitive…" Hermione told Ron, who gave his "Thanks-for-the-late-tip" face.

BOOM!

Everyone gasped at the sudden swing of the door. Hermione hastily stuffed the ingredients in her basket, moving the cauldron into a cubical. "I thought you said no one comes in here!" Ron whispered, he and Harry helping her pack. "I thought so too!" She hissed. They could hear the footsteps getting louder and louder. The three managed to fit the last ingredient in, before running into a cubical and locked themselves in.

All of them held their breaths.

Harry looked down, seeing a fuzzy shadow walking down the hallway. He put a hand on his mouth to muffle his breathing. Ron, squeezed his eyes shut, hoping the figure would go away soon. Hermione took slow deep breaths, composing herself.

"That's funny… thought I heard someone in here…. Maybe it was that ghost again…"

The voice sounded familiar. Harry couldn't put his finger on it, but the girl's voice sounded like he knew her, but at the same time it was different. The shadow began to move the other way, a squeak of a tap echoed, following was the sound of rushing water.

"Oh it's you! I haven't seen you since a few months ago. Did you find out what made your friend insane?" A whoosh sound flew past the cubicle, presumably towards the girl. "Oh hey again. Uh… I'm sorry, I didn't get your name the last time I was here." The girl said, sounding a bit embarrassed.

"I'M Moaning Myrtle!" Myrtle squeaked. "But why are you wearing that white cloak? And you look so different than the last time I saw you."

"White Cloak?" The trio thought. "Wait… that night…" Harry whispered to himself. Hermione had to see this. That night… maybe it wasn't a dream… Ron thought about what Harry and Hermione told him, despite not believing them in the first place.

The three of them slowly stepped towards the door, and slowly opened it, a slight creak coming from their hinges. What they saw, as a lady in a white cloak, her face obscured by the hood.

"Oh, it's nothing much. But I'm doing my rounds at the moment." She explained, holding her right hand out. Harry gasped. On her hand, the mark he saw in his dream, and the mark he saw in the Third Corridor that night.

"So it wasn't a dream.." Harry thought to himself. Hermione's eyes were the same. Now she knew it wasn't a dream. She and Ron were really carried by figures in white. Ron finally believed them. That they were figures in white. But he was still skeptical about the whole "Magic-without-wands" Story.

"Anyway, did anything suspicious happen here in after Gray went insane?" The girl asked.

"Gray?" Harry mouthed.

"Insane?" Hermione repeated.

"What does she mean?" Ron whispered out loud.

"Why would there be? No one ever comes in here to see poor, lonely, ugly, Moaning Myrtle!" Myrtle let out a high pitched scream, making everyone in the bathroom jump sharply, before Moaning Myrtle flyed around the bathroom, disappearing down the basin.

Everyone stood there for a good while, making sure their ears stopped ringing before shaking their heads out of it. The girl sighed and turned off the faucet, the flow of water cutting off its sound. Suddenly she sharply turned around, her face covered in black.

The three spying on her quickly turned their heads back, holding their breaths. She stood there for a few seconds, her head slightly looking from left to right. Then without another word, she left.

The three other students, suddenly burst out looking at each other. "See?! They really were down there! They saved us that night!" Harry yelled, pointing at the door. "I thought it was a dream! I… I didn't know!" Hermione babbled. "Well… I still say that magic without wands is impossible!" Ron argued, panting a bit. "Who was that?!" Harry asked. Looking at the door. "I- I don't know…." Hermione stuttered, a bit shaken.

A soft shake came from one of the stalls, Hermione's eyes widening in horror and rushed over to the stall that contained the cauldron. "The Potion!" She gasped in horror, checking the potion. "Oh good, it's not ruined…" She sighed in relief, stirring the pot.

"Let's not worry about it at the moment. Let's focus on this potion, then we'll try figure out who she is." Hermione reasoned. Harry and Ron nodded in agreement, looking back at the door. However, Harry couldn't shake the feeling that this girl….

That they had met before….