Okay. Well, I skipped over "Mudbloods and Murmurs" and most of "The Deathday Party" to arrive at this: Harry, Ron and Hermione have left the party and they have been walking back when Harry hears strange voices in the walls…

A shrill shriek down the corridor only made the threesome start running until Ron finally stopped Harry.

"Harry, what was that all about?" said Ron, wiping seat off of his face. "I swear I couldn't hear anything!"

"Except that yell. You heard that, right?"

"Yes, but it could have been for anything, now that I think on it. What says it has to do with your voices?"

Hermione, who had been trying to attract their attention, finally smacked both boys on their arms.

"Guys! What's that?"

Something was shining on the wall ahead, but a silhouette blocked part of it; the silhouette of a person. It turned around and saw the three, who quickly approached the wall.

"Thank god you all are here! I just saw this and-"

But Harry disregarded Sonya as he finally saw what she had shrieked at. Foot-high words had been daubed on the wall between two windows, shimmering in the light cast by flaming torches.

THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED. ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE.

"That's not the only thing," Sonya said, her voice betraying the fear that her face didn't. She pointed over to the dark shadow beneath the wording.

"Oh!" Hermione shrieked. "That's- that's-"

"Mrs. Norris…" Sonya said with an audible swallow.

"Enemies of the heir, beware! You'll be next, mudbloods!" Malfoy cackled from out of nowhere. Sonya started for him but Harry and Ron caught her to stop her from charging him.

"Shut up, Malfoy! Shut up or I'll tear you to shreds!" She yelled at him, eyes bugging as she seethed in anger. Malfoy sneered but took a step back all the same. Sonya had been extremely angry with him for his comment about Granger and, well, in the short time they attended Hogwarts, Sonya had become known for her grudges…

All of this commotion attracted Argus Filch, followed closely by Professors McGonagall, Snape and Lockheart.

"Mrs. Norris!" Filch shouted in grief upon seeing his beloved cat. He faded into the background, shrieks against Harry diminishing as Dumbledore assessed the situation. Sonya looked about and followed obediently but her mind was elsewhere. She was sure she had heard something. There had been noises, and she'd followed them. Then there was the matter of the spiders…

"Off to bed, then, all of you," Professor McGonagall said briskly, pulling Sonya out of her reverie. She walked up with Harry and the others, and when they were a good distance away, Harry explained that he had heard noises in the wall.

No, no. Not noises.

Voices.

Sonya looked at Hermione and Ron for their reactions. They weren't encouraging, so she decided that, for the moment, she would keep quiet. Harry might understand, but who knows what he might tell to the others. She bade them good night and did not see them again for a long time.

A week later or so...

"Did you hear?"

"Who would have known?"

"Can't have been the Boy Who Lived for nothing."

"He seemed so nice…"

"They all do, don't they?"

"What about those people he hangs out with?"

"They might be dangerous too…"

"There's one now!"

Sonya looked over and sighed again, struggling to concentrate on her homework as she scribbled an essay onto a fresh roll of parchment. She'd heard these kinds of rumors for the past three days, and the fact that she hadn't been able to get so much as a "hello" to any of the three in the last week annoyed her to no end. She wanted to tell Harry, to help him, but there was no way to do so. Instead, she was stuck with Monica and Ben. In saying- or thinking- "stuck", it was not so much that itself, Sonya decided, that was bothering her. This thought confused even her, so she tried again.

I trust them, and love being in their company, but I just wish there was more I could do for Harry.

The fact that Ben would rather read than interact with a human being and that Monica was a Ravenclaw and would much rather discuss a different creature of the male species didn't help much either.

"So, Sonya…" Monica started as she finished her essay. "How is he?"

Sonya growled in annoyance as her quill simply hung over the last inch of her essay. "I don't know. Draco's incredibly insensitive, and he's simply vile and greasy. Much like Snape, but juvenile as well."

Monica looked about and then returned her attention to Sonya. "He seems good enough."

"Only because he doesn't like Harry, Monica, but that doesn't condone his insulting Hermione. I shall not forgive him for that until he grovels at my feet. Might I finish my essay now?" Sonya asked impatiently. Monica sighed.

"I have other classes to do homework for anyways…" Monica said in a dejected tone. Sonya instantly regretted snapping at her.

"Monica, I'm sorry. I'm just tired and irritable. I didn't mean to lash out at you," Sonya said.

Monica looked at Sonya's essay and simply replied, "Uruk the Ugly was a leader in the Troll-Goblin Wars of 1370."

Almost an hour later, Sonya had finished not only History of Magic but Charms and Transfiguration as well. As she was leaving the library, she spotted an unmistakable mane of red hair.

"Ginny Weasley!" She exclaimed. Ginny turned around with a puzzled look on her face.

"Do I know you?" She asked as politely as possible.

"Well, I know your brother, Ron Weasley, so if you'll be my friend as well, you'd know me then. I'm Sonya."

Ginny seemed to be undecided.

"What are you looking for, Ginny?" Sonya asked. Ginny looked around cautiously, then explained that she wanted to check out a book, but Madam Pince scared her quite a bit, ever since the second day of classes when Ginny had been chased out by said librarian with a large feather duster. Sonya smiled and led her over, grabbing a book from a shelf at random.

"The trick with this one, Ginny, is that she loves flattery. Most women do, but never try it with Professor McGonagall," Sonya said as she cleared her throat for Madam Pince's attention.

"Madam Pince? I was wondering where you got that brooch. It is simply wonderful, isn't it, Ginny?" Sonya said. She gave Ginny a little nudge, and Ginny nodded and agreed as though her life depended upon it. The librarian looked down and nodded, her thin, pursed lips turning up just by a degree at the corners.

"I do suppose so… What is this?"

"We were hoping to check out two books, Madam Pince, if you do not mind. I'm afraid I simply do not understand my classes, and I need these for help." Sonya explained. Ginny looked over at the girl in awe, wondering how this girl who Ron had described as "goody-goody" could lie so sweetly that Ginny herself almost believed it. The two girls got their books and left quickly. Ginny smiled at Sonya as she held her book.

"Thank you, Sonya."

Sonya's eyes seemed to sparkle with delight. "No need for thanks between friends, Ginny."

Ginny couldn't help but laugh along with Sonya as they saw the cover of the book Sonya was holding: Quidditch Through the Ages.

"Oh, yeah. This is definitely a hard subject!" Sonya laughed, making Ginny laugh even harder. The two girls walked back to the common room and said good night, heading up the stairs to their respective dorms.

"Sonya!" Hermione yelped as soon as Sonya closed the door.

"Hi, Hermione," Sonya remarked uneasily. Hermione shifted her weight to cover the bed.

"H-Hi, Sonya. Sorry I yelled, I was just-"

"Looking at something you don't want others to see, I see. What book is that?"

"Nothing, nothing at all, in fact, what gives you the idea it's a book?" Hermione rambled. Sonya sighed slightly and sat on her bed.

"I guess… if you don't consider me trustworthy…" Sonya murmured just loud enough for Hermione to hear. Hermione wasn't sure what it was, but she finally caved.

"It's Most Potente Potions, Sonya. We think that Malfoy opened the Chamber."

Sonya stood up. It would be so easy, so simple, even, to simply blame him… and yet...

"I don't think so, Hermione. I know that there's not many things about him that would say otherwise, but I don't believe he's strong or clever enough. He's just… a Slytherin. A Malfoy. But what's your plan?"

"Polyjuice Potion." Hermione said. Sonya nearly groaned, but covered it up at the last second with a sneeze.

"There are a lot of ingredients that aren't in the student stores. I looked it up earlier after Professor Snape mentioned it in class," Sonya added at Hermione's questioning look. "Well… I could help. Want me to get them for you?"

Hermione looked surprised.

"You won't turn us in?"

"Hardly. First off, if the Chamber is as dangerous as you say…" Sonya trailed off, and Hermione didn't need the finished sentence to understand its meaning.

"Besides," Sonya added with a sudden grin, "it's not like I'm any pure, naïve little girl, you know. I've got an evil side too. …I'm kidding, Hermione. I don't have an evil side, I'm just… I'm not a goody-goody."

Sonya bade Hermione good night and went off to sleep. She dreamed fitfully and once woke up soaked through with sweat.

"No… no…. It's not us… It's not me…"

Sonya rubbed her shoulder nervously and finally went back to sleep, calmed by thoughts of the upcoming Quidditch game the next day.

And no. I won't explain the "It's not us" thing until third year, so you'll just have to wait. Bwahahaha! Anyways. It's kind of odd, but on "Monica's" request, I've decided to start writing it from Sonya's point of view. So it won't be a word for word rewrite so much as just... events from her point of view. I'm working on the next chapter now!