"Ginny!" Ron whined. "You're — you're —!"

"What??" Ginny asked plainly.

"You're being possessed again," finished Hermione, sounding very frightened.

"This can't happen again!" cried Ginny. "One of you has to keep watch for me!"

"The book is burned," came in Harry, trying to satisfy Ginny. "The diary of Tom Riddle. It's burned."

"Oh, that's wonderful!" exclaimed Ginny.

"We have to enter the Chamber," said Hermione.

"We can't!" retorted Ron. "All the teachers are strict with security rules until Christmas comes along!"

"We'll have to return to Hogwarts during Christmas then," said Harry, "and you'll have to explain it to both of your parents." Here, he pointed at Ron and Hermione. "You can't tell them what we're going to do, because Dumbledore asked me to keep it secret, and I promised. Tell them what I just said, but nothing about the Horcruxes."

"I'm just going to have to put a memory charm on mine," said Hermione.

"Well," continued Harry, "do whatever you must do. We must enter the Chamber soon."

Summer washed into the cooler temperatures and bright colors of fall. The Whomping Willow began shedding its leaves, and scarves began wrapping around Hogwarts students' necks, along with longer cloaks.

One night, while the wind howling outside the castle halls, Harry sat, staring at the common room fireplace, thinking of Dumbledore. Had he told Harry everything he needed to know for his mission? Suddenly, a piece of parchment seemed to fly out of the fire, and right onto the coffee table next to the sofa Harry was lying on.

He began to read it:

Dear Mister Potter,

I just want to give you one final good luck wish. Sirius also says he wishes you good luck. You're about to embark on one of Hogwarts' most intriguing treks ever. Just a hint: You'll need your wand, and make sure its your wand, not anybody else's. Also, you'll extremely need your Invisibility Cloak; you need to hide yourself, not Hermione and Ron. Your blood is more valuable than theirs, and trust me, they do understand that. One of the many prophecies I read in my life said one of your very best friends (Ron or Hermione) must sacrifice themselves for the war to continue, unfortunately.

Also, I do not have much time to explain right now how Sirius and I are communicating, but, trust me. There will come a day when an answer will be brought to you.

Once again, I give you the best of luck!

Your dead headmaster (that's a joke, so please laugh),

Albus Dumbledore

He couldn't believe, Harry could not believe it. Here, once again, Dumbledore was communicating with him, but how? Also, Sirius was still alive? Or was he? This was puzzling Harry terribly. They mystery of it seemed to continue to grow and grow.

Suddenly, he heard a few bangs from the girls' dormitory stairs. There, he saw Hermione landing on the last step.

"I don't...feel good," she whispered.

Harry noticed her stomach was twice as big as it had ever been. What was wrong with her? Then, it came to him...

"Are you...pregnant?" she asked.

Hermione gasped. Her eyes opened, and she stared, wide eyed.

"Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed. "I was sleepwalking again!"

"Hermione," said Harry, "are you pregnant??"

Hermione hesitated, then sighed. "So what if I am? It was supposed to be a secret, but I guess not anymore."

"Who..." He couldn't believe he was asking this. "Who did it to you?"

"Do I have to say?" She looked behind her back, and then whispered, "Fine! Viktor Krum!"

Harry was startled. He never would have believed it. "Are you two...getting married because of it?" he asked.

"I don't know! This is a very confusing time for me, Harry, and I don't know if I'll be able to make it in the Chamber, but I guess no matter what, I'll go with you."

"No, Hermione, no! You can't!" Harry was very concerned about the baby. "What if you get killed from the Poisonous Grasp?"

"What? I never said anything about a Poisonous Grasp."

"Trust me on this one." Harry decided he wouldn't tell Hermione about his and Dumbledore's conversation. "There's a Poisonous Grasp at the entrance of the Chamber. Voldemort recently added it."

"Well, if I die, then take my body back." Tears began streaming down her face. "Take it back...to Viktor...so he can have the baby, and take care of it...and play with it." She put her hands to her eyes, and quickly added, "Good night!" and walked up the stairway.

Everything was going to change now. Harry knew it.