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Chapter 16

"It was Hagrid!" Harry said running down into the common room.

Fred, George, Hermione, and I looked up at him, not expecting him. Shortly behind him was Ron, who looked mortified.

"What was Hagrid?" Fred asked.

"Um…nothing…" Harry said.

"What did he do?" George asked.

"Hagrid was the one that…gave Harry that book for Christmas…" I lied.

"Why is this a shock?" Fred asked looking from Harry to me.

"It's not really, I just wasn't expecting it to be him," Harry said.

"Okay…" Fred and George said.

Harry and Ron sat down in the chairs and waited until Fred and George both left for bed not too long afterwards.

"Hagrid was the one that opened the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago!" Harry told us.

"Where do you get that it was Hagrid?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, you were in your room," I said. "Are you sure that you weren't just dreaming?"

"I wasn't dreaming Emily!" Harry said. "It came from this book!"

"It's blank Harry…" Hermione said.

"Not when you write in it!"

Harry went on to explain that when you write something in it, Tom Riddle will respond to you. Then he said that Riddle brought him back in time to show him what happened fifty years ago with the Chamber of Secrets and who had opened it.

"It explains why Hagrid was expelled, after all, he never really told us why," Ron said.

None of us really wanted to believe that Hagrid was the one that had opened up the Chamber of Secrets, but he was expelled during that time. The only proof that we really had was what Harry had seen through the diary. We were going to ask him, but we decided that it probably wouldn't be a very good idea.

We thought over it for the rest of the day during all of our classes, but I was under the impression that Hagrid had been framed. I talked about it with Harry and Ron during Potions class later that day.

"I really don't think it was him," I said. "Think about it - he would have been sent to prison or something. There is no way that Dumbledore would let him stay at Hogwarts!"

"That is a good point, but why else would he be expelled?" Ron asked me.

"I'm not really sure, but-Neville, you're only supposed to put in two sprigs of Wolfsbane, not three!"

Neville quickly grabbed the extra ingredient that he almost dropped into his cauldron, catching it just in time.

"Thanks," he said, sounding relieved that he had actually been able to stop himself.

"Five more minutes!" Snape called out to the class.

Everyone started to rush to finish, I had been finished moments ago and judged that my potion was as perfect as it usually was. Neville quickly waved his wand and the potion was complete. A couple of minutes later, Snape began to observe everyone's potions individually.

As Snape stepped towards Seamus's potion, there was a sudden explosion that happened as soon as Snape looked at it.

"Ten points from Gryffindor…" he muttered as he waved all of the mess clean.

He continued on, examining each potion carefully. Most everyone had done something wrong with their potion, including Harry and Ron who each had managed to make their potion a different color. Snape shook his head and moved towards Neville's potion.

When he noticed that there wasn't anything wrong with it, he continued on to mine. As usual, mine was perfect.

"Excellent, Miss Potter…" he mumbled. "As usual…"

"Do I get any points?" I said, putting on a false smile showing that I knew that we wouldn't.

"You're hilarious…" he half-smiled as he walked on.

"Nice try," Neville said sarcastically.

"Hey, it's worth a shot."

The following week, all of the second years were pulled to the side to plan out our classes for the following year.

"This is so difficult!" Hermione said. "This could effect our future in so many ways!"

"Hermione," I said. "We're only planning out classes, it's not that big of a deal…"

I was kind of hoping that we were going to be able to drop some of the classes that we had now, but apparently we had to keep our old classes along with the ones that we had now.

"I wish I could drop Potions…" Harry muttered as he looked at the schedule.

"I like Potions…" I said. "I would keep that even if we had the option to drop it…"

"That's only because you're best in the class!" Ron said. "You're the only Gryffindor that Snape actually cares for. Or doesn't hate anyway."

I wasn't really sure what to pick and apparently I wasn't the only one. Several other people were just randomly picking classes because they didn't really care which ones they ended up in. I just picked out the classes that I thought sounded decent and randomly picked the others. Harry and Ron copied down the ones that I put and Hermione signed up for them all.

"What did you put?" Neville asked. "Divination or Muggle Studies?"

"Um…" I said going through my list. "I put Divination, but I'm not really sure what it is. I think it has to do with fortune telling or something."

"Oh, okay…" Neville said looking carefully at his own list. "Which one should I go with?"

"Put Divination," I said. "I imagine that Muggle Studies would be terrible."

A couple weeks later I walked into the common room to run into Neville on my way through the door.

"Sorry!" he said and helped me up from the floor. "Do you know where Harry is?"

"I think that he's at Quidditch practice, he should be getting off soon," I said. "Why?"

"Follow me," he said dragging me up to the boy's rooms.

I walked into the room and it looked like a tornado had just gone through it. Clothes and books lay everywhere, all of which belonged to Harry.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I don't know, I just found it like this," he said. "It looks like whoever did this was looking for something."

I searched through everything, trying to decide what was taken. Then it dawned on me. The diary was missing.

"Oh no…" I said to myself.

I heard someone coming into the common room and Neville and I quickly ran down the steps. Harry was walking into the room with his broom in hand.

"What's wrong?" he asked looking at the two of us.

"Harry, someone has gone through your stuff and something is missing," I said, trying not to give anything away to Neville.

Neville ran back up to the room and I followed closely next to Harry, trying to tell him quietly.

"Harry…it's the diary…" I whispered.

His eyes got wide as he came into the room and saw the destruction in front of him.

"Oh no…" he said.

Today was the Quidditch game between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, a sure win from Gryffindor in everyone's opinion.

"There is no possible way we can lose," Wood said. "Unless that bludger decides to act up again…"

"Do you doubt our skills, Oliver?" Fred asked him.

"I am deeply offended!" George said, throwing his hand against his heart.

Oliver rolled his eyes and went back to breakfast. After everyone was done, I joined Harry, Ron, and Hermione who were all walking towards the Quidditch pitch.

Then I heard something.

"Kill this time…let me rip…tear…"

Harry and I looked at each other in horror and stopped in our tracks.

"What is it?" Ron asked.

"That voice," we said together. "Didn't you hear it?"

Ron and Hermione just looked at each other in confusion. Then Hermione's eyes got wide.

"That's it! I think I've just understood something!" she announced. "I've got to go to the library!"

She ran off in the opposite direction, leaving us all confused. We decided that it was just Hermione being her normal self and made our way towards the Quidditch field.

Harry left us when we got close to the field and Ron and I made our way into the stands. I sat down next to Ron and Neville as usual and waited for the game to start.

"Where's Hermione?" Neville asked after a few minutes.

"Library," Ron said, watching the teams go onto the field.

From the distance I could see Harry getting ready to take off, but someone ran onto the field and was yelling something. It was Professor McGonagall.

"What's going on?" I asked and stood up along with the rest of the crowd.

"This game has been cancelled!" McGonagall said over the megaphone.

I made my way down to the field as everyone began to leave the stands. I wanted to see what was going on. There was a large crowd around McGonagall who was talking to Harry about something.

"What's happened?" I asked George who stood at the edge of the crowd.

"Someone's been attacked," he said. "That's what McGonagall said anyway."

I immediately started to panic, remembering the voice that I had only heard moments ago in the castle.

"Who was it?"

"I have no idea," George said. "She hasn't given any names."

I made my way through the crowd, Ron grabbing onto my shirt in attempt to stick with me. We finally got to the center when I heard McGonagall say something to Harry.

"You better come with me," she said. "You two also," she said to Ron and me.

McGonagall quickly made it through the crowd of people trying to make it back into the castle and we made our way to the hospital wing.

"There's been a double attack this time," she told us when we made it to the door. "This may be a little bit of a shock."

When she opened the door, my mouth dropped. On one bed I noticed that a girl from Ravenclaw had been petrified, but the real shock was next to her.

It was Hermione.

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