(Author's Note – Hey guys, Kizzard245 here. Sorry about keeping you waiting, I have been working as of late. So I haven't been able to dedicate a full day to getting this done. First of all, I read the book and I realized that the death day birthday party comes before the writing on the wall. So what I'm going to do the death day first before I do the writing on the wall. Also, I'm working on another story, well it's in a draft stage at the moment, so keeps your eyes and ears open for that one. As before, I don't own Harry Potter or I'll be the richest guy on the planet. Enjoy!)

Last time: Sophie tried out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team and good news, she made it. But the celebrations were short-lived because Slytherin came down, introducing their new seeker, Draco. He then called Hermione a Mudblood, and Ron pay the price by spewing slugs. Yeah, things aren't looking up for the foursome trio.

I left Hagrid's hut to have a little chat with Draco. Harry and Hermione stuck around until Ron decides to stop throwing up slugs. I mean, it's funny but he wouldn't be throwing up slugs if it wasn't for Draco calling her a Mudblood, oh I can't wait to get my hands on him. Oh, speaking of that dickhead, there he is with his friends, gloating away like he was the best thing that has ever happened to him. I stormed right up to him and he seem to take notice of me.

"Hey Sophie, I was wondering when the blood..." Draco started but I grabbed him by the cuff of his shirt and pushed him up against the wall.

"You have a lot of balls to call my best friend that!" I said to him, my anger was near boiling point.

"Oh, the blood-traitor has some nerve on her after all. Look at that, holding up her own cousin." He just sneered at me.

"What are you going to do? Cry to your father? Ask you to come rescue you from the big, bad girl?" I teased him. He was just as annoyed as me.

"How dare you talk about my father!" Draco said. "My father will hear about this!"

"Your father is just on the school committee. Nothing more." I growled through my teeth.

"But has friends in high places." Draco responded. "You better be careful, He might make your next day ay Hogwarts, your last." I had enough of this douche. I threw him onto the ground and he made a thud when Blaise Zanbini shows up with some mysterious girl. She had short hair and pig like nose. Oh, someone got the bad genes in the family.

"Oh dear Draco. This girl is not someone to be messing with." Blaise said.

"Oh whatever Zanbini." I sneered. "Who the hell are you?"

"My name is Pansy Parkinson, pureblood and you're Sophie Lestrange. Daughter of two of the most deadliest supporters of You-Know-Who." Pansy said to me.

"Yeah, that's a title I'm ashamed of." I said.

"Why? Your parents are legends in the eyes of pureblood supremacy. We are slowing being replaced by muggles. That's why we pure must stick together." She continues.

"Do you really believe that? Geez, our kind is dumber then I thought." I joked.

"Yeah, don't get comfortable with those Gryffindors." Blaise said. "One day, they will see you for what you are and you will be begging to come to us." Then they picked up Draco up from the ground and they started to walk off.

"You haven't heard the last of this." Draco said before he disappeared down the corridor.

"Blah, Blah, Blah..." I shouted out. I stood there then a growl from my stomach made me realise that I haven't eaten in a while so I took off for the great hall. When I arrived, I saw that all of the students were stuck into dinner so I took off and I saw my friends sitting around mid-table. I took a seat next to Harry and then started eating the first thing near my table.

"Where have you been?" Ron asked.

"Having a chat with a good friend." I responded.

"You had a chat with Malfoy?" Harry asked.

"Yes." I answered.

"Be careful." Ron exclaimed. "His father is in the ministry, he's holds a lot of power."

"That foul git?" I said. "He's too scared. How's your spewing slug thing going?"

"It's alright now but I wish it was Malfoy." Ron said.

"Same Here." I answered.

"Hello there." We looked up and we seen Professor McGonagall standing there.

"Hello Professor." Hermione said.

"How are you four this evening?" She asked.

"Good." I said. "Looking for someone?"

"Yes. I'm here for Mr Potter and Mr Wealsey." She said as she looked at the boys. "You two will have your detentions tonight."

"What are we doing, Professor?" Ron said nervously.

"You will be polishing the silver in the trophy room with Mr Filch." McGonagall said. "And no magic Wealsey, with good old fashion elbow grease." Ron gulped nervously. Argus Filch, the caretaker, was easily loathed by every student in the school, me included. "And you Mister Potter, will be helping Professor Lockhart answer his fan mail."

"Oh no – can't I go and do the trophy room, too?" Said Harry desperately.

"Certainly not." She said, raising her eyebrows. "Professor Lockhart requested Particularly. Eight o'clock sharp, both of you." She then walked back to the teacher's table. Harry and Ron both at each other dejected. Both of then felt like they had the worst deal.

"Filch will have me there all night." Said Ron heavily. "No magic! There must be hundred cups in that room. I'm no good with Muggle cleaning."

"I'll swap with you any time." Said Harry Hollowly. "I had loads of practice with the Dursleys. Answering Lockhart's fan mail... he'll be a nightmare." Both boys decided to leave the table to go to their respective detentions.

"Suckers." I said.

"Well, this happens when you decide to break school rules." Hermione said.

"Hang on, what about last year?" I said. "We've broken rules that could've got us expelled."

"True." Hermione said. "But that doesn't change what they done."

"Sure Hermione." I said to her. We left the great hall and went straight for the common room. I felt tired after that trial so I decided to write to my Auntie. I grabbed some parchment and a quill.

Dear Auntie

Enjoying yourself? Doesn't matter I have some good news. I made the team. Yeah, He like so much, the way I played, he said it will bring fresh ideas to the team. Anyway, I really miss you guys and I want to let you know I love you so much. Want to hear from you.

Love, Sophie.

I folded the letter and gave it to Minnie who knew straight away where to go. I opened the window and she flew straight out. I smile at that. October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. I know Madam Promfrey was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds among the staff and students, me included. Her Peppreup Potion worked instantly, though it left the drinker smoking at the ears for several hours afterwards. I heard rumours that Ginny was bullied into taking some by Percy, mind you, her head looked like it was on fire. Raindrops, the size of bullets, thundered down on the castle windows for days on end. I enjoy sitting by the fire on days like these but Oliver Wood then decided that we should train. Despite protests, we had no choice. After an hour of training on Saturday afternoon, me and Harry returned to Gryffindor tower covered in mud and drenched from head to toe. It's wasn't a good session. Fred and George, who had been spying on the Slytherin team, had seen for themselves the speed of the Nimbus two thousand and ones. They reported that the Slytherin team were no more than seven greenish blurs, shooting the air like jump-jets. As we walked back towards the common room, we bumped into the ghost of Gryffindor tower, Nearly Headless Nick, who seem to be preoccupied with the wall.

"Hello." Harry said to him.

"Hello, you two." Nick said smiling at us. He wore a dashing, plumed hat on his long curly hair and a tunic with a ruff, which concealed the fact that his neck was almost completely severed. "You two, young whippersnappers look troubled."

"So you do." I said.

"Ah, a matter of no importance. It's not as though I really wanted to join, thought I apply, but apparently I don't 'fulfil requirements.' But you would think, wouldn't you that getting hit forty-five in the neck with a blunt axe would qualify you to join the Headless Hunt?"

"Oh – yes." Harry said, which he obviously was suppose to agree. We were then disturbed by the sounds of an meow of an cat. Oh no, Mrs Norris. If she's around, then Mr Filch won't be too far behind.

"You two better get out of here." Nick said. "Filch isn't in a good mood. He's got flu and some third-years accidentally plastered frog brains all over the ceiling in dungeon five, he's been cleaning all morning, and if he sees you two dripping mud all over the place."

"Right." I said. Me and Harry tired to get away but it was too late. Out came Argus Filch and boy, he wasn't in a good mood, alright.

"FILTH!" Filch shouted. "Mess and muck everywhere. I had enough of it, I tell you. Follow me, Potter and Lestrange." Oh dear, we are both done for. We had to follow Filch downstairs to his office. I have never been inside his office but it was a place most students would avoid. Filch's office was dingy and windowless, lit by a single oil lamp dangling from the low ceiling. A faint smell of fried fish lingered about the place. Wooden filing cabinets stood around the walls, from their labels, I wondered if they contained details of every student that he punished. I saw Filch grabbed a Piece of Parchment and a quill.

"Name, Harry Potter and Sophie Lestrange." He said furiously. "Crime..."

" It was only a bit of mud." Harry said.

"It's only a bit of mud to you two, but to me it's an extra hour scrubbing." He shouted. "Crime... befouling the castle... suggested sentence..." Oh are you kidding? Over a bit of mud? Then all of a sudden we heard this massive BANG come from the ceiling. "PEEVES! I'LL HAVE YOU THIS TIME, I'LL HAVE YOU!" He then stormed right out of the office, leaving me and Harry all alone. Peeves was the school poltergeist, a grinning, airborne menace who lived to cause havoc and distress.

"So do we wait here or what?" I asked Harry.

"We got no choice." Harry said. We both sat down into two moth-eaten chairs next to the desk. We noticed a large, glossy, purple envelope wit silver lettering on the front.

"Should we?" I asked.

"Why not." He said so I pick it up and we both started to read:

Kwikspell: A Correspondence Course in Beginners magic

Feel out of step in the world of Modern magic? Find yourself making excuses not to perform simple spells? Ever been taunted for your woeful wandwork? There is an answer! Kwikspell is an all-new, fail-safe, quick-result, easy-learn course. Hundreds of witches and wizards have benefited from the Kwikspell method!

Madam Z. Nettles of Topsham writes: I had no memory for incantations and my potions were a family joke! Now, after a Kwikspell castle, I am the centre of attention at parties and friends beg for the recipe of my Scintillation Solution.

Warlock D. J. Prod of Didsbury says: My wife used to sneer at my feeble charms but one month into your fabulous Kwikspell course I succeeded in turning her into a yak! Thank you Kwikspell!

What is this? Some kind of beginners course for magic but I'm pretty sure that Mr Filch can't do magic then we heard footsteps, Filch. Harry quickly stuffed the letter back inti the envelope and threw it back onto the table when he came back inside the office. His eyes landed on us and then to the Kwikspell envelope. His pasty face went red. We're done for. He hobbled across to his desk, snatched up the letter and threw it into the drawer.

"Have you – Did you read-?" He spluttered.

"No." Harry lied while I kept looking up at the ceiling.

"If I thought you'd read my private... not that it's mine... for a friend... be that as it may... however..." He added. Oh dear, he's pissed. Me and Harry ain't getting out of this alive. "Very well... go... and don't breathe a word... not that... however, if you didn't read... go now, I have to write up Peeve's Report... go..." We were amazed as we bolted out of his office and up the stairs. We escaped without punishment, that's a school record.

"Harry, Sophie, did it work?" Nearly Headless Nick came gliding out of a classroom. Behind him, I can see the wreckage of a large black and gold cabinet which appeared to have been dropped from a great height. "I persuaded Peeves to crash it right over Filch's office. Thought it might distract him-"

"Was that you?" I asked him. "Yeah, it worked, we didn't even get detention. Thanks Nick!"

"No problem." He said. He was still holding his rejection letter.

"I wish there was something I could do for you about the Headless Hunt." Harry said.

"But there is something you could do for me. Nick said. "Harry, Sophie – would I be asking too much – but no, you wouldn't want-"

"What is it?" I asked.

"Well, this Halloween will be my five hundredth Deathday." Nick said.

"Oh." Harry said "Right."

"I'm holding a party down in one of the roomier dungeons. Friends will be coming form all over the county. It would be such an honour if you two would attend. Mr Wealsey and Miss Granger would most welcome too, of course – but I dare say you'd rather go to the school feast?" He asked.

"Oh, yes." I said. We are going to the..."

"No!" Harry said, cutting me off. "We'll come."

"What?" I said confused.

"My dear boy! Harry Potter, at my Deathday party!" Nick said, looking excited. "And you think you could possibly mention to Sir Patrick how very freighting and impressive you find me?"

"Of – of course." Harry said. Nearly Headless Nick beamed at him before disappearing into the wall. Harry turns his head to me and he saw my eyes. I was annoyed. "What?"

"What have you gotten us into?" I asked him.

...

"A Deathday party?" Hermione said keenly. Me and Harry finally got back to the common room and got changed into something a bit more dry an re-joined our friends. Harry then told them what Nick has invited us to. "I bet there aren't many living people who can say they've been to one of those – it'll be fascinating."

"Why would anyone want to celebrate the day they died?" Ron said, who was halfway through his potions homework and grumpy. "Sounds pretty depressing to me."

"Ghosts?" I said. "Come on Ron, live a little."

"I can't. I got this to hand in." Ron said, pointing to his work.

"It's a miracle." I exclaimed. "I have never see you work before." That earned me a couple of snickers from Hermione and Harry while Ron's face went beet red. Got ya, mate.

"She's got you again, mate." Harry said.

"Haven't noticed." Ron said. I looked outside and the rain was still lashing the windows, which were now inky black but inside all looked bright and cheerful. The firelight glowed over the countless squashy armchairs where people sat reading, talking, doing homework or in the case of Fred and George Wealsey, trying to find out what would happen if you fed a Filibuster Firework to a Salamander. Fred had 'recused' the brilliant orange, fire-dwelling lizard from a Care of Magical Creatures class and now it was now smouldering gently on a table surround by a knot of curious people. Harry was going to tell Ron and Hermione about Filch and Kwikspell course when the Salamander suddenly whizzed into the air, emitting loud sparks and bangs as it whirled wildly round the room. The sight of Percy bellowing himself hoarse at Fred and George, the spectacular display of tangerine stars showering from the Salamander's mouth, and its escape into the fire, with accompanying explosions, I've completely forgotten about what happened earlier.

...

"Come on, Sophie." Hermione said to me.

"But Hermione, the food." I said. It was Halloween and that means the night of the feast. The Great Hall had been decorated with the usual live bats, Hagrid's vast pumpkins had been carved into lanterns that were large enough for three men to sit in and there were rumours that Dumbledore had booked a troupe of dancing skeletons for the entertainment. Unfortunately, it is also Nearly Headless Nick's Deathday day party and we promise to go to it.

"We made a promise that we will go to the party." She added.

"Harry made a promise, not me." I said.

"Come on, Sophie." Hermione whined, tugging on my sleeve. "We will come back later."

"Damn it, alright." I said. "Let's go find the boy-who-lived and his sidekick." But we didn't have to look far, here come the boys. Harry's face shows that he too was regretting this decision. Oh the food was so tempting. We walk past the great hall and into the dungeons.

"This was your idea..." I growled at Harry as I pointed at him. The passageway leading to Nearly Headless Nick's party had been lined with candles too, though the effect was far from cheerful, these were long, thin, jet-black tapers, all burning bright blue, casting a dim, ghostly light even over our own living faces. The temperature dropped with every step we took then we hear this alarming sound that was like a thousand fingernails scrapping an enormous chalkboard.

"Is that supposed to be music?" Ron whispered.

"Hope not." I whispered back. We turn a corner and saw Nearly Headless Nick standing at a doorway hung with black velvet drapes.

"My dear friends." Nick said mournfully. "Welcome, welcome, so pleased you can come." He swept off his plumed hat and bowed us inside. It was an incredible sight. The dungeon was full of hundreds of pearly-white, translucent people, mostly drifting around a crowded dance floor, waltzing to the dreadful, quavering sound of thirty musical saws, played by an orchestra on a black-draped platform. A chandelier overhead blazed midnight blue with a thousand more black candles.

"Shall we have a look around?" Harry suggested.

"T-That's sounds l-like a g-good I-idea." I said. God, I am freezing.

"Careful not to walk through anyone." Ron said nervously and we set off around the edge of the dance floor. We passed a group of gloomy nuns, a ragged man wearing chains and the Fat Friar, a cheerful Hufflepuff ghost, who was talking to a knight with an arrow sticking out of his head.

"Oh no." Hermione said, stopping abruptly. "Turn back, turn back, I don't want to talk to Moaning Myrtle."

"Who?" Harry asked as we backtracked quickly.

"She's haunts the girl's bathroom on the first floor." Hermione said.

"She haunts a toilet?" Ron asked.

"And when you were planning on telling me that?" I askes as I threw my hands up in the air.

"Yes. It's been out of order all year because she keeps having tantrums and flooding the place. I never went in there anyway if I could avoid it, it's awful trying to go to the loo with her wailing at you." She added.

"Look, food!" Ron said.

"Food?" I asked. "Lead the way." On the other side of the dungeons was a long table, also covered in black velvet. We approached it eagerly, but next moment had stopped in our tracks, horrified. The smell was quite disgusting. Large, rotten fish were laid on handsome silver platters; cakes, burned charcoal black, were heaped on salvers; there was a great maggoty haggis, a slab of cheese covered in furry green mould and, in pride of place, an enormous grey cake in the shape of a tombstone, with tar-like icing forming the words,

Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington died 31st October, 1492

"Ron, your taste in food isn't exactly like mine." I said to him.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Well, I like to eat food that isn't burned or off." I answered. Then a portly ghost, approached the table, crouched low and walked through it, his mouth held wide so that it passed through one of the stinking salmon.

"Can you taste it if you walk through it?" Harry asked him.

"Almost." The ghost said sadly as he drifted away.

"I expect it they've let it rot to give it a stronger flavour." Hermione said knowledgeably as she pinch her and lean forward to look at the putrid haggis.

"Can we Move? I feel sick." Ron said. We had barely turned around when a little man swopped suddenly from under the table and came to a halt in mid-air before them.

"Hello, Peeves." Harry said cautiously. Unlike the ghosts around them, Peeves the poltergeist was the very reverse of pale and transparent. He was wearing a bright orange party hat, a revolving bow-tie and a broad grin on his wide, wicked face.

"Nibbles?" He asked sweetly, offering a bowl of peanuts covered in fungus.

"No thanks. We're fine." I said.

"Heard you talking about poor Myrtle." Peeves said, his eyes dancing. "Rude you was about poor Myrtle. OY! MYRTLE!" He shouted.

"Oh no, Peeves, don't tell her what I said, she'll be really upset." Hermione whispered frantically. "I didn't mean it, I don't mind her – Hello, Myrtle." The squat ghost of a girl had glided over. She had the glummest face I have ever seen, half-hidden behind lank hair and thick, pearly spectacles. God, she wasn't good looking. Wait, good looking? Really?

"What?" She said sulkily.

"How are you?" Hermione asked in a falsely bright voice. "It's nice to see you out of the toilet."

"Miss Granger was just talking about you-" Peeves said shyly in Myrtle's ear.

"Just saying – saying – how nice you look tonight." Hermione said while she glared at Peeves. Myrtle just eyed all of us suspiciously.

"You're making fun of me." She said, silver tears welling rapidly in her small, see-through eyes.

"No – honestly - didn't I just say how nice Myrtle's looking?" Hermione, slapping the three of us at the back of our heads.

"Oh yeah." Harry said.

"She did." Ron said.

"Best looking person in the room." I said.

"Don't lie to me." Myrtle gasped, tears now flooding down her face, while Peeves chuckled happily over her shoulder. "Do you think I don't know what people call me behind my back? Fat Myrtle! Ugly Myrtle! Miserable, moaning, moping Myrtle!"

"You miss out spotty." Peeves hissed in her ear. Moaning Myrtle burst into anguished sobs and fled from the dungeon. Peeves shot after her, pelting her with mouldy peanuts, yelling, "Spotty! Spotty!"

"Oh, dear." Hermione said sadly.

"Oh That's why they call her Moaning Myrtle." I said. Again, I earn death-stares from my friends. Lucky for me, Nearly Headless Nick started drifting through the crowd over to us.

"Enjoy yourselves?" He asked.

"Oh, yes." We lied.

"Not a bad turnout." Nick said proudly. "The Wailing Widow came all the way up from Kent... it's nearly time for my speech, I'd better go and warn the Orchestra." The Orchestra, however, stopped playing at that very moment. They, and everyone else in the dungeon, fell silent, looking around in excitement, as a hunting horn sounded. "Oh here we go." He said bitterly. Through the dungeons wall burst a dozen ghost horses, each ridden by headless horseman. The horses galloped into the middle of the dance floor and halted, rearing and plunging, a large ghost at the front, whose bearded head was under his arm, blowing the horn, leapt down, lifted his head high into air so he can see over the crowd and strode over Nearly Headless Nick, squashing his head back onto his neck.

"Nick!" He roared. "How are ya? Head still hanging in there?" He gave a heartily guffaw and clapped Nick on the shoulder.

"Welcome, Patrick." Nick said stiffly.

"Live'uns." Sir Patrick said when he saw and he gave a huge, fake jump of astonishment and his head fell off again. The crowd roared into laughter.

"Very amusing." Nick said darkly. Then Nick went to the front of the room and started to say his speech, well, tried to. The headless horsemen continued to lob each other's heads off which made the crowd into laughter. Eventually, I was stating to get hungry and I felt like we have overstayed our welcome.

"I'll think we should go." Ron suggested.

"Good idea." I said and then we snuck out and we were soon hurrying back up the passageway full of black candles.

"I hope there's pudding left over." Ron said.

"I hope so." I said then I look back to see Harry has completely stopped. He was looking around like he's gone mad. "Harry? Harry, are you alright?" I asked him but he put his hand up to silence me.

"Did you hear that?" He asked.

"Hear what?" Ron said as he and Hermione join us.

"That voice." Harry added.

"Voice? What Voice?" Hermione said, getting worried.

"I first heard in Lockhart's office then just..." He said but he stopped as he look up to the ceiling. "It's moving. I think it's going to kill." Then, all of a sudden, he started running in the direction of the hall.

"Kill?" Ron asked.

"Harry, wait!" I shouted at him.

"Not so fast." Hermione said as we bolted after him. He had us twisting and turning all around the castle, even running past the great hall where all the yummy food was. Eventually, we arrived on the first floor when Harry turned right towards the first girl's bathroom and he looked to the ground as we caught up with him. Then I looked down and saw something small quickly running up the wall and threw the windows.

"Spiders?" I asked.

"Strange." Harry said. "I've never see spiders do that before."

"I don't like spiders." Ron said.

"You're mentioning this now?" I said as he put his head down. I should ask the twins about this. "What's that?" He then asked. Something was shining on the wall ahead. Foot-high words had been daubed on the wall between two windows, shimmering in the light cast by the flaming torches.

The chamber of secrets has been opened, Enemies of the heir, beware.

"It's written in blood." Hermione said. She gasped as fear enters me. Enemies of the heir? Who's the enemy?

"Oh no." Harry said. I heard a gasp from Hermione as I look in Harry's direction. Mrs Norris, the caretaker's cat, was hanging by her tail from the torch bracket. She was stiff as a broad, her eyes wide and staring. For a few seconds, we didn't move.

"It's Filch's cat." Harry said. "It's Mrs Norris."

"Let's get out of here." Ron said

"Shouldn't we try and help..." Harry begin awkwardly.

"Trust me." Ron said. "We don't want to be found here." But it was too late. A rumble, as though of distant thunder, I think the feast was over. From either end of the corridor where they stood came the sound of hundreds of feet climbing the stairs, and the loud, happy talk of well-fed people, next moment, student were crashing into the passage from both ends. The chatter, the bustle, the noise died suddenly as the people in front spotted the hanging cat. The four of us stood alone, in the middle of the corridor, as silence fell among the mass of students, pressing forward to see the grisly sight.

"Enemies of the heir, beware?" Draco shouted through the quiet. "You'll be next, Mudbloods!" Right, he's asking for it but then I was pulled back by Ron.

"What's going on here?" Argus Filch said as he came shouldering his way through the crowd. Then he saw Mrs Norris and fall back, clutching his face in horror. "My cat! My cat! What's happened to Mrs Norris?" He shrieked. Then his popping eyes fell on Harry. "You!" He screeched. "You! You murdered my cat! You've killed her! I'll kill you!"

"Argus!" Dumbledore had arrived on the scene, followed by a number of other teachers. His eyes widened when he saw the writing. "Everybody will proceed to their dormitories immediately." He ordered. Great idea, Dumbledore! "Everybody expect, you four." He motioned to me, Harry, Ron and Hermione. Not a great idea, Dumbledore. We all looked at each other, feeling a bit worried about all this. "She's not dead, Argus, but she's has been Petrified."

"Ha, so unlucky I wasn't there. I know exactly the counter-curse that could've spared her." Lockhart boasted as he stood next to the cat. The teachers looked at him like he has two heads.

"But how she was petrified, I can not say." Dumbledore added.

"Ask him, it's him, he done it. You saw him what you wrote on the wall." Argus Filch said, accusing Harry of committing the crime.

"It's not true, I swear." Harry said. "I've never touched Mrs Norris."

"Rubbish!" Filch spat.

"If I might, Headmaster." Snape then Injected into this conversation. "Perhaps, Mr Potter and his friends were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time." Wait a moment, Snape defending us? What has the world come to? "However..." He added. Well, that didn't last long. "The Circumstances are suspicious. I, for one, don't remember seeing Mr Potter or his friends at dinner."

"We were at a death day party, for Nearly Headless Nick." I quickly blurted out. "Go talk to him, he'll vouch for us."

"We left the party." Hermione said. "We were heading back to the Great Hall when Harry said..." She looked at Harry as she tried to finish her Sentence but the words weren't coming out.

"Yes, Ms Granger?" Snape asked her.

"When I said I wasn't hungry." Harry said. "We were heading back to the common room when we found Mrs Norris." Snape raised his eyebrow before he turned his back on us.

"Innocent until proven guilty, Severus." Dumbledore said.

"My cat has been Petrified." Filch said. "I want to see some punishment!"

"We will be able to cure her, Argus." Dumbledore calmly said. "As I understand it, Miss Sprout has an very healthy growth of Mandrake, and when they have matured, a portion will be Made which will revive Mrs Norris. And in the meantime, I strongly recommended caution to all." We all look at each other. We were dismissed and we got off the first floor and into the grand staircase, heading back up to the Gryffindor Common Room.

"It's a bit strange, isn't it?" Hermione asked out of the blue.

"Strange?" Harry asked. Hermione turned around to face us.

"You hear this voice. A voice that only you can hear, and then Mrs Norris turns up petrified. It's just strange." Hermione said.

"You think I should've told them? Dumbledore and the others, I mean?" Harry asked.

"Are you mad?!" Ron shouted.

"No Harry." Hermione said. "Even in the wizardry world, hearing voices isn't a good sign." She then turned around and continue walking up the stairs.

"She's right, you know." One of the paintings said to us. I just narrow my eyes at him and then continue on. We finally reached the common room and I was feeling pretty tired. The clock chimes in the common room.

"Midnight." I said. "Look, we should go to bed and think about this shit in the morning." We all waved each other off and we took off for our bedroom. Me and Hermione had to quietly sneak in to avoid waking the other girls. I quickly put my Pyjamas on and quickly snuck into bed.

"Sophie?" I shot back up because Hermione was sitting there, looking down onto the floor.

"What's wrong?" I said.

"Enemies of the heir, what does that means?" She asked me.

"I don't know." I said. "I feel like we all will have a part to play in this."

"I'm scared." Hermione said.

"I am too, but I'll make sure, that nothing will happen to you." I said to her. She practically wrapped her arms around me and hugged the life out of me.

"You don't have to." She whispered to me.

"You're my friend." I said. "Until we work out what's this 'Chamber of Secrets' is, I'll have to keep my eye on you."

"Okay." She said as she let go of me. "Good Night, Sophie."

"Good night, Hermione." I said as I fell into my bed and fell asleep.

(Author's Note – Hey guys, sorry about the delay. I was originally going to release this on Friday but I ran out of credit so I had to wait a week before I can post this chapter. Also, I want to thank you guys for an thousand views. You lot have been awesome, taking time to read my story. Okay back to business. Next chapter won't be as long as this one as it will probably be more movie-based. Next update will next week. Like and review if you have any questions. Until next time, Kizzard245 out!)