I was confused when I woke, and was constantly thinking about my dream while I got dressed and began making my way to the great hall. The dream made no sense to me whatsoever. The bird and the sword were both things that I had never seen before . The scar, well, that wasn't much of a mystery. Why Harry Potter's scar would show up in my dream, however, was.

I put the thought to the back of my head and, after a few weeks of school, I forgot about it altogether. I was quite easily distracted at Hogwarts. So many lessons and homework, spells to master and potions to prepare for. And I was good at it. The only person at the school who challenged me at all in my knowledge was Hermione Granger. Although I took pride in knowing that when I cast a spell and succeeded first shot, it was completely natural, and she'd probably studied it all night.

Life seemed flew by, and nothing strange happened until one night when a huge commotion was caused in the hallway. I was walking with a group of Slytherins when we found the message written on the wall, so it wasn't hard to end up at the front of the crowd. I just stuck with my fellow Slytherins.

What I saw was a bit of a shock, really. There were large puddles of water, and Mrs. Norris was hanging from a torch, by her tail. But that wasn't the worst thing. Written on the wall, between two windows, was a message in blood.

'THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED.

ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE.'

A cold voice called out through the shocked silence that had overwhelmed the group of students who had discovered the scene,

"Enemies of the heir, beware! You'll be next, Mudbloods!"

I turned to see Draco Malfoy standing at the very front of the crowd, grinning at the ugly sight. Of course, the grin was forced, but I knew that most others wouldn't be able to see it. Why must he pretend to be such a jerk?

Filch was the next to appear on the scene, he was very upset with the state of his cat. And who wouldn't be if their pet had been hung by their tail? Accusing Potter of causing it, however, I thought wasn't quite so reasonable. Fortunately Dumbledore appeared before Filch had a chance to do any harm. Of course, he did the good headmaster thing, and sent all of us off to bed, excepting Potter, Granger and Weasley, who had been on the site before anyone else.

That night I had another dream. I was no longer in Hogwarts, I was searching for something. Something very important. But I still heard the whispers in another language, which was so similar to the words which were said in my last dream. They followed me wherever I went, and I knew that I was racing them. I had to find the thing which I was searching for before the whispers could carry out any of their threats. Otherwise, Hogwarts would be closed forever.

I woke in a cold sweat, and made my way down to the common room. It was still late at night, so no-one else was down there. I made myself comfortable on one of the chairs by the fire and sat back to think a bit.

Enemies of the heir, beware.

The heir would be the heir of Slytherin, right? Someone who hated muggle borns?

I guess that would make me the highest on his hit list. I was the only muggle born ever to be placed in the Slytherin house, and the guy hates muggle-borns.

I sat there wondering if my new theory was true and if that was the reason behind my strange dreams, when I heard the voice of none other than Draco Malfoy.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned, a slight sneer on his face.

"This is my common room. I happen to be allowed here whenever I want."

"Worried about the message on the wall, are you?" he taunted.

"Yes," I answered quietly. That got him quiet.

He sat down in the chair next to me, and stayed silent, avoiding my eye contact.

"You don't have to be such a jerk about it, you know. I know you don't mean it."

A slight smile flickered onto his face, and he turned to look at me. "Why are you in Slytherin?" he asked, softly.

The question caught me off guard. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, you're a muggle born, and everyone knows that Slytherins hate them. And, you're so nice and everything. Everyone's on about Slytherins doing whatever they can to become more powerful and stuff like that. You're not like that at all. You'd fit right in with any other of the houses. You're loyal, like Hufflepuff, and smart, like the Ravenclaws. And let's face it, you must have the bravery of a Gryffindor to be able to walk through the Slytherin common room with your head held high, even though you're a muggle born. So why did the sorting hat put you in Slytherin?"

"The sorting hat said something about a darkness withing me," I told him, quietly.

"Well, I don't see it."

"Just as most people don't see any light in you," I replied.

He stared at me in shock, and I smiled getting to my feet.

"That was a compliment, by the way," I told him, as I got out of my chair and made my way back to my dormitory.