Hello guys here is the second chapter for you this might clarify some thing about the story and its heading.
I'm very happy to have got my story on a Favorite list with in 12 hrs!
As I have already told I'm no writer so the plot is very similar to the original book initially (that is like the end of 2nd book) but will then divert after that. Also my story will still have 70% of text copied straight from the book so don't kill me...
Also like before - I don't own Harry Potter or any character its the amazing Rowling, I'm writing this just for fun and gain nothing from it.
Summer was creeping over the grounds around the castle; sky and lake alike turned periwinkle blue and flowers large as cabbages burst into bloom in the greenhouses. But with no Hagrid visible from the castle windows, striding the grounds with Fang at his heels, the scene didn't look right to Harry; no better, in fact, than the inside of the castle, where things were so horribly wrong.
Harry and Ron had tried to visit Hermione, but visitors were now barred from the hospital wing.
"We're taking no more chances," Madam Pomfrey told them severely through a crack in the infirmary door. "No, I'm sorry, there's every chance the attacker might come back to finish these people off..."
With Dumbledore gone, fear had spread as never before, so that the sun warming the castle walls outside seemed to stop at the mullioned windows. There was barely a face to be seen in the school that didn't look worried and tense, and any laughter that rang through the corridors sounded shrill and unnatural and was quickly stifled.
Harry constantly repeated Dumbledore s final words to himself 'I will only truly have left this school when none here are loyal to me; Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it.' But what good were these words? Who exactly were they supposed to ask for help, when everyone was just as confused and scared as they were?
Hagrid's hint about the Cho was far easier to understand. The trouble was, Harry knew they had to talk to Cho but about what? "Surely Cho was only a year ahead of us and she could have in no way been in Hogwarts 50 years ago. But did she know who opened the chamber of secrets? If she did she would have surely reported that to headmaster once her friend was attacked." Said Harry absentmindedly to Ron.
"I always thought Father might be the one who got rid of Dumbledore, he said, not troubling to keep his voice down. I told you he thinks Dumbledore's the worst headmaster the school's ever had. Maybe we'll get a decent headmaster now. Someone who won't want the Chamber of Secrets closed. McGonagall won't last long, she's only filling in."
"Sir," said Malfoy loudly. "Sir, why don't you apply for the headmaster's job?"
"Now, now, Malfoy," said Snape, though he couldn't suppress a thin-lipped smile. "Professor Dumbledore has only been suspended by the governors. I daresay he'll be back with us soon enough."
"Yeah, right," said Malfoy, smirking. I expect you'd have Father's vote, Sir, If you wanted to apply for the job I'll tell Father you're the best teacher here, Sir" Snape smirked as he swept off around the dungeon, fortunately not spotting Seamus Finnigan, who was pretending to vomit into his cauldron.
"I'm quite surprised the Mudbloods haven't all packed their bags by now," Malfoy went on. "Bet you five Galleons the next one dies. Pity it wasn't Granger."
The bell rang at that moment, which was lucky; as at Malfoy's last words, Ron had leapt off his stool, and in the scramble to collect bags and books, his attempts to reach Malfoy went unnoticed.
"Let me at him," Ron growled as Harry and Dean hung onto his arms. "I don t care, I don't need my wand, I'm going to kill him with my bare hands."
"Hurry up, I've got to take you all to Herbology," barked Snape over the class's heads, and off they marched, with Harry, Ron, and Dean bringing up the rear, Ron still trying to get loose. It was only safe to let go of him when Snape had seen them out of the castle and they were making their way across the vegetable patch toward the greenhouses.
The Herbology class was very subdued; there were now two missing from their number, Justin and Hermione.
Professor Sprout set them all to work pruning the Abyssinian Shrivelfigs. Harry went to tip an armful of withered stalks onto the compost heap and found himself face-to-face with Ernie Macmillan. Ernie took a deep breath and said, very formally, "I just want to say, Harry, that I'm sorry I ever suspected you. I know you'd never attack Hermione Granger, and I apologize for all the stuff I said. We re all in the same boat now, and, well..."
He held out a pudgy hand, and Harry shook it.
Ernie and his friend Hannah came to work at the same Shrivelfig as Harry and Ron.
"That Draco Malfoy character," said Ernie, breaking off dead twigs, "he seems very pleased about all this, doesn't he? Do you know, I think he might be Slytherin's heir."
"That's clever of you," said Ron, who didn't seem to have forgiven Ernie as readily as Harry.
"Do you think it's Malfoy, Harry?" Ernie asked.
"No," said Harry, so firmly that Ernie and Hannah stared.
The next class was less eventfull other than Lockhart's disgusting cheeriness, his hints that he had always thought Hagrid was no good, his confidence that the whole business was now at an end. Irritated Harry yearned to throw Gadding with Ghouls right in Lockhart's stupid face. Instead he contented himself with scrawling a note to Ron: 'Let's ask Fred and George about Cho.'
Ron read the message, and he nodded.
The Gryffindor common room was always very crowded these days, because from six o'clock onward the Gryffindors had nowhere else to go. They also had plenty to talk about, with the result that the common room often didn't empty until past midnight.
Fred and George challenged Harry and Ron to a few games of Exploding Snap, and Ginny sat watching them, very subdued in Hermione's usual chair. Harry and Ron kept asking questions about Ravenclaws in general, people they knew in the house... finally the conversation went on to Cho Chang.
It was well past midnight when Ginny finally went to bed.
Harry and Ron waited for the distant sound of the dormitory door closing before seizing the opportunity.
"What is common between Cho Chang and chamber of secrets? Is she the Heir of Slytherin? Did she open the chamber of secrets?" Ron suddenly started firing questions at Fred and George.
"No ..."started saying George and Fred in unison "How can she do that" shot Harry suddenly and slightly louder than normal.
"Ooh Potty has a girlfriend" said Fred in a Malfoy sort of voice. Harry's face went redder then his best mates hair.
"Lets get to the point OK" said Ron defending Harry.
"OK like Harry said she is not the heir of Slytherin" started Fred but George Continued "She is half asian, Well her father is from Korea but her Mom is Irish, and her maternal grand father Devlin Preece was a Quidditch Legend in Hogwarts. He was one of the best beaters in Ravenclaw and had won House cup three times in a row 50 years age."
"50 years ago you said? that is the same time which the chamber of secrets was opened" suddenly shot Ron.
"Oh! we failed to notice that my brother" said George looking towards his twin in a mocking tone.
"Well we did some research and found out" "after a girl was killed in the school, the culprit was caught and expelled and the attacked seized So he cant be the heir."finished George, and with this they finally went to bed.
"So we know it wasn't Hagrid or Preece, We need to talk to Chang" said Harry getting up from the arm chair.
Ron fell onto his bed without bothering to get undressed. Harry, however, didn't feel very sleepy. He sat on the edge of his fourposter, thinking hard about everything Fred and George had said.
Harry swung his legs up onto his bed and leaned back against his pillows, watching the moon glinting at him through the tower window.
So Riddle had caught the wrong person, the Heir of Slytherin had got off, and no one could tell whether it was the same person, or a different one, who had opened the Chamber this time. Harry lay down, still thinking about what Fred and George had said.
He was becoming drowsy when what seemed like their very last hope occurred to him, and he suddenly sat bolt upright.
Ron, he hissed through the dark, Ron Ron woke with a yelp like Fang's, stared wildly around, and saw Harry.
"Ron that girl who died. George said she was found in a bathroom, said Harry, ignoring Neville's snuffling snores from the corner. What if she never left the bathroom? What if she's still there?"
Ron rubbed his eyes, frowning through the moonlight. And then he understood, too.
"You don't think not Moaning Myrtle?"
Yea editted this too and made some changes, Tell me what you feel. Please R&R.
Special thanks to HP-Forever-XX for his help.