(Author's Note- Welcome back to a new chapter. Now, this time I'll keep the chapter together this time so we can experience this chapter together. Now, I haven't got much of an response this time around and I still feel like I still make certain mistakes so I really need you guys to help me out. Any mistakes, just point them out. Also, keep an eye on things that might influence the story in later chapters. This chapter will probably more in more tense of the film because the last part of the chapter won't really need Sophie. So, as always, I don't own Harry Potter. Enjoy!)
Last Time: The Quidditch match was a success for Sophie Lestrange. She score goals, beat Slytherin and watch Harry lose his arm, literally. Well, the bones inside the arm. Despite the events that occurred, with the Quidditch match out of the way, Sophie and her friends can return their attention to the Chamber of Secrets.
Last time I saw Harry, he was having the bones in his arm getting regrown, hope I don't have to experience what he was going through now. Ron, Hermione, and I returned to the common room to meet up with the celebrating Gryffindors but everyone's concern was about Harry. They all rushed at us to ask about how he was going. I quickly rushed through the crowd and found Ginny sitting down on the couch, so I raced over to join her.
"Hello, Ginny." I said to her and she graces me with a smile.
"Sophie. Drink?" Ginny said to me, holding a cup of pumpkin Juice.
"Oh, thank you, do I need it." I said as I grabbed the cup from her.
"You had a great match, scoring all the goals." She said.
"Could've been worse." I said with a grin.
"So, How's Harry holding up?" She said. I took a sip of my drink before answering.
"Harry will be fine, but he needs to stay the night so his bones can grow back." I answered.
"It wasn't nice to see that. You know, an floppy arm." Ron said as he join us.
"I still blame Lockhart for this." I said. "Harry should be here , celebrating with us, not in the hospital, nursing an broken or boneless arm."
"I don't think it was his fault." Ginny Said.
"Who are you defending? Lockhart or your boyfriend?" I asked her.
"Huh?" Ginny's face went all red.
"What boyfriend?" Ron said with a confused look on his face. I went over to him and whispered her boyfriend's name and his face had shock, then a smile appeared. "Well, she does always talk about him, especially during the summer."
"Yeah." I said as I giggled.
"If y-you two are talking a-about Harry, I have a 'fan' crush on him. E-Every girl has one on him. Even you, Sophie."
"Nope." I said. "I never heard of the bloke until Hermione brought him up last year." I said with a grin. "Speaking of Hermione, where is she?"
"She went upstairs to study. She prefers study to celebrating with us. She's a bit of a party pooper." Ron said.
"Hm. I'm going to join her." I said then I grabbed two empty glasses and a bottle of pumpkin juice.
"What are you going to do? Study with her?" Ron asked.
"Nope." I said as I walked up the stairs and into the girls dormitory. I entered and I saw her sitting on her bed, her head was stuck in a book.
"I swear you have an obsession with books." That earn me a massive glare from Hermione when she looked up to see me.
"Should you be down there celebrating with the team?" She asked.
"I got bored. Parties are not really for me. So, what are you doing?"
"reading." Said Hermione.
"Reading what?" I asked her again.
"Moste Potente Potions." She answered.
"Learning how to make the Polyjuice Potion?" I asked her
"Yeah. Got to do it right or the side-effects will be damaging."
"What's one of the side-effects?" I asked.
"I could explain but then you'll need the toilet for a bit" She said.
"Good point." I said. "So, want a drink?" I handed her a glass but she gave a questionable look about the drink. "Relax, it's pumpkin juice. I may be a bit adventurous but I'm not stupid." She took the glass and I poured her a drink and we had a nice time up here with no one else around.
"Do you like any of the other girls." Hermione asked out of thin air.
"Not really. I mean I don't hate them, but I just don't like them." I said. "I'm surprised they still don't really talk to you."
"Why would I be friends with them." She asked.
"Because you're friends with the boy who lived. They haven't approach you to give Harry secret love letters?"
"What?!" She shouted. "No!"
"Alright, then." I said. "At least they leave Harry alone. So where are we going to make the potion?"
"We'll need a place that no one would be able to find us. You may not like it, though." Hermione said.
"Come on, What's the worst that can come out of this?" I asked.
"Ok." She whispered. "Moaning Myrtle's bathroom."
"Ok, good-bye." I shot straight off the bed but Hermione pulled me back down.
"It's the last place that anyone would look. Besides, no one goes in there anyway." She said.
"Yeah, because of Moaning Myrtle. I don't want to be in there with her." I said.
"Well, do you have a better hiding place?" She asked me. I sat there in silence. "Thought so, now we begin tomorrow."
...
"Can I ask again, why do me and Ron Have to carrying the heavy stuff?" I asked Hermione as we walked down the hallway to the girl's bathroom.
"Well, I could've got Harry to do it but he's not here." She answered.
"This will be fun." Ron said to me. As we were approached the bathroom, Hermione just stopped right dead in front of us. Damn it, I nearly walked into her.
"Hermione, why are we..." I started but then she put a finger to my lips.
"I think Professor McGonagall's around the corner." Hermione said. She was right, Standing between us and the bathroom was Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick talking about something that sounded very important.
"A student was attacked last night?" Flitwick asked McGonagall. "How is he?"
"Unfortunately, when we found him, he was petrified." McGonagall answered.
"Oh dear, that is most unfortunate." He said. "What was the kid's name?"
"Colin Creevey." McGonagall said as they walked away from the girl's bathroom. We finally got inside the bathroom. The news of Colin hit us. No one said a word. I couldn't believe what happened to him. After a couple of minutes, Hermione was the first to break the silence.
"The supposed 'Heir of Slytherin', has struck again. Poor Colin."
"We need to find who's the Heir of Slytherin before he strikes again." Ron said. We set up the cauldron. Hermione lit the fire underneath Conjuring up portables, waterproof fires was her speciality. Just then, we heard a little creak at the door. We raced inside one of the cubicles and stood there, waiting for the interpreter to leave.
"Ron, you didn't tell anyone else that we are here?" I whisper harshly at him.
"I didn't tell anyone anything." He whispered.
"Guys, it me, Harry." Oh, disaster averted.
"Harry." Hermione said. "You gave us such a fright. How's the arm?"
"It's fine." Harry said.
"We would've come to meet you, but we decided on the Polyjuice Potion." Ron explained. "We decided this is the safest place to hide it."
"Guys, Colin been...?" Harry started but Hermione quickly interrupted.
"Petrified, we know." She finished for him. " We heard Professor McGonagall telling Professor Flitwick this morning. That's why we decided we'd better get going.."
"The sooner we get a confession out of Malfoy, the better." Snarled on. "Do you know what I what I think?" He was in such a foul temper after the Quidditch match, he took it out on Colin."
"Ron, even though I agree my cousin has something to do with this but we can't prove it until we get the confession from him."
"There's something else." Harry said. "Dobby came to visit me in the middle of the night."
"Is that the same House elf that tried to stop you from going to Hogwarts before the start of term?" I asked him
"Yep. He tried his best to keep me away from Hogwarts. He was the reason that we couldn't get on the platform at 9 and ¾ quarters. He was also the one that sent the rogue bludger onto me. He said he's only doing it because of his master."
"Bloody Hell." Ron gasped.
"Whoever's his master is, they wanted to make sure that you weren't here when the Heir opened the Chamber of Secrets." I added.
"That's not the worst of it." Harry continued. "Dobby said that the Chamber was opened once before."
"The chamber of secrets has been opened before?" Hermione asked.
"This settles it." Ron said in a triumphant voice. "Lucius Malfoy must've opened the Chamber when he was at school here and now he's told dear old Draco how to do it. It's obvious. Wish Dobby told you what kind of monster's in there, though. I want to know how come nobody's noticed it sneaking round the school."
"Maybe it can make itself invisible." Hermione said while she was prodding leeches to the bottom of the cauldron. "Or maybe it can disguise itself – pretend to be a suit of armour or something. I've read about Chameleon Ghouls..."
"You read too much, Hermione." Ron said as he poured dead lacewings on top of the leeches. "So Dobby stopped us getting on the train and broke your arm. You know what, Harry? If he doesn't stop trying to save your life, he's going to kill me.
"Is there anything else Dobby told you?" I asked Harry.
"Yeah. With the Chamber opened again, History will repeat itself." Harry answered.
...
The news that Colin Creevey had been attacked and was now lying as though dead in the hospital wing has spread through the entire school by Monday Morning. The air was suddenly thick with rumour and suspicion. All the first years were now moving around the castle tight knit groups, as though scared they would be attacked if they ventured forth alone. Ginny Weasley, who sat next to Colin Creevey in Charms, was distraught, but Fred and George were doing a bad job at cheering her up. They were taking in turns to cover themselves with fur or boils and jump out at her behind statues. They only stopped when Percy, apoplectic with rage, told them he was going to write to Mrs Weasley and tell her Ginny was having night-mares. Meanwhile, hidden from the teachers, a roaring trade in talismans, amulets and other protective devices was sweeping the school.
"Neville, why are you buying those?" I asked him as he took his money out.
"With what's been happening, it's better to be safe than sorry." Neville answered.
"Neville, you are a pure-blood, like me." I said. "Meaning it's unlikely to attack you unless you do something to really piss it off."
"They went for Filch first, and everyone knows I'm almost a squib!" He said with fear in his voice. Damn it, Neville. I feel like pulling my hair out when I'm around you.
...
In the second week of December, Professor McGonagall came around as usual, collecting names of those who would be staying at school for Christmas. Obviously we put our names down to stay for Christmas. Malfoy was also sticking around for Christmas, it was very suspicious but it will be the perfect time to use the Polyjuice Potion and get an confession. With majority of Slytherin going home for Christmas, it will be the perfect time to strike. Unfortunately, the potion was only half-finished . W still needed the Bicorn horn and the Boomslang Skin, and the only place that we can get them is inside Snape's Private stores.
"This is suicide." I said. "If Snape catches us, we can kiss Hogwarts goodbye."
"What we need is a diversion." Hermione said. "Then one od us can sneak into Snape's office and take what we need." Harry and Ron looked nervously at Hermione. "I think I better do the actual stealing." Hermione continued, in a matter-of-fact tone. "You two will be expelled if you get in any trouble, and I've got a clean record. So all you need to do is cause enough mayhem to keep Snape busy for about five minutes or so."
"So how are we going to distract Snape long enough for Hermione to get our missing ingredients?" I asked.
"My brothers should have something lying around. They're always pulling pranks on everyone." Ron answered. The Potions lessons took place in one of the large dungeons. Thursday afternoon's lesson proceeded in the usual way. Twenty cauldrons stood steaming between desks, on which stood brass scales and jars of ingredients. Snape prowled through the fumes, making waspish remarks about Gryffindors work while Slytherins sniggered appreciatively. Snape turned his attention to Neville, I gave a look at Hermione and she turned her head to Harry and nodded her head at him. Time to swing this plan into action. I watched Harry take out one of Fred's Filibuster Fireworks out of his pockets and lit up the fuse. Harry threw it in the air and landed right inside Goyle's Cauldron. Me and Hermione ducked underneath the table as his cauldron exploded, showering the whole class with his potion. Malfoy copped a faceful of the potion and his nose began to swell like a balloon. Goyle blundered around, his hands over his eyes, which had expanded to the size of dinner plates, while Snape was trying to restore calm and find out what happened.
"Okay, Go." I whispered to Hermione, which then she quietly out the door.
"Silence! SILENCE!" Snape roared. "Anyone who has been splashed, come here for a Deflating Draught. When I find out who did this..." Draco hurry forward, hid head drooping with the weight of a nose like a small melon, I was trying so hard not to let out a laugh and I can tell that Harry was trying to do the same. Half the class lumbered up to Snape's desk, some weighed down with arms like clubs, others unable to talk through gigantic puffed-up lips.
"Got them." Hermione said as she return back to her desk, with the front of her robes bulging. When everyone has taken a swig of antidote and the various swellings had subsided, Snape swept over to Goyle's Cauldron and scooped out the twisted black remains of the firework. There was a sudden hush.
"If I ever find out who threw this," Snape whispered. "I shall make sure that person is expelled." Snape was now looking right at Harry, oh god, he doesn't think, the bell rang right on cur and we all race out of the dungeons.
"Snape knows it was me." Harry told us as we hurried back to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. "I could tell.
"He can't prove that theory without evidence. You know what Dumbledore said, 'Innocent until proven Guilty'." I said. When we got there, Hermione threw the new ingredients into the cauldron and began to stir feverishly.
"It'll be ready in a fortnight." She said happily.
"Perfect." I said. "It will be Christmas in a few weeks, the perfect time to strike."
"Snape can't prove it was you," Said Ron reassuringly to Harry. "What can he do?"
"Knowing Snape, something foul." Said Harry, as the potion frothed and bubbled.
...
A week later, we was just walking across the Entrance Hall when we noticed a small knot of people gathering around the noticeboard, reading a piece of Parchment that has just been pinned up. Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas beckoned us over, they were looking very excited.
"They're starting a Duelling Club!" Said Seamus. "First meeting tonight! I wouldn't mind duelling lessons, they might come in handy one of these days..."
"What, you reckon Slytherin's monster can duel?" Said Ron, but he too read the sign with interest.
"Better play he doesn't, otherwise it could be a very short fight." I said.
"Could be useful." He said to us as we entered the Hall to have dinner. "Shall we go?" We were all for the hall, so at eight o'clock that very evening, we hurried back to the Great Hall. The long dining tables had vanished and a golden stage had appeared along one wall, lit by thousands of candles floating overhead. The ceiling was velvety black once more and most of the school to be packed beneath it, all carrying their wands and looking excited.
"I wonder who'll be teaching us?" Said Hermione, as we edged into the chattering crowd. "Someone told me Flitwick was a duelling champion when he was young, maybe it'll be him."
"As long as it's not..." Harry began, but he ended on a groan.
"Oh Please no, not him." I said but it was the worst thing to happen. Gilderoy Lockhart was walking onto the stage, resplendent in robes of deep plum and accompanied by none other than Snape, wearing his usual black. Lockhart waved an arm for silence and called, "Gather round, gather round! Can everyone see me? Can you all hear me? Excellent! In light of the dark events of recent weeks, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little duelling Club, to train you all up in case you ever need to defend yourself as I myself have done on countless occasions – for full details, see my published works. Let me introduce my assistance Professor Snape," Said Lockhart, flashing a wide smile. "He tells me that he knows a tiny bit about duelling himself and has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration before we begin. Now, I don't want any of you youngsters to worry – you'll still have your Potions master when I'm through with him, never fear."
"Wouldn't it be good if they finished each other off?" Ron muttered to us.
"This would be good." I whispered back. Then Snape's upper lip is curling. Why the hell is Lockhart still smiling. I would be running away from Snape. Lockhart and Snape turned to face each other and bowed, at least, Lockhart did, with much twirling of his hands, whereas Snape jerked his head irritably. Then they raised their wands like swords in front of them.
"As you see, we are holding our wands in the accepted combative position," Lockhart told the silent crowd. "Oh the count of three, we will cast our first spells. Neither of us will be aiming to kill, of course."
"I wouldn't bet on it." Harry muttered, watching Snape baring his teeth.
"One – two – three." Both of them swung their wands up and over their shoulder.
"Expelliarmus!" Snape cried. There was a dazzling flash of scarlet light and Lockhart was backwards off the stage, smashed into the wall and slid down to sprawl on the floor. Malfoy and some of the other Slytherins cheered. Hermione was dancing on tiptoes.
"Do you think he's all right?" She squealed through her fingers.
"Who cares?" Said Harry and Ron together. Lockhart was getting unsteadily to his feet. His hat had fallen off and his wavy was standing on end.
"Well, there you have it!" He said, tottering back onto the platform. "That was a Disarming Charm – as you see, I've lost my wand – ah, thank you, Miss Brown. Yes, an excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape, but if you don't mind my saying so, it was very obvious what you were about to do. If I had wanted to stop you it would have been only too easy. However, I felt it would be instructive to let them see..." Snape was looking murderous. Possibly Lockhart had noticed, because he said, "But enough demonstrating! I'm going to come amongst you now and put you all into pairs. Professor Snape, if you'd like to help me..." They moved through the crowd, matching up partners. Lockhart teamed Neville with Justin Finch-Fletchley, but Snape reached us first.
"Time to split up the dream team, I think." He Sneered. "Weasley, you can partner Finnigan, Potter, hm, Mr Malfoy, come over here, Let's see what you make of the famous Potter. Miss Lestrange, you will have Miss Parkinson and Miss Granger, you can have Miss Bulstrode." Oh great, Pig-nose, what could be worse.
"Make sure you get a strain of her hair." Hermione whispered to me.
"Huh?' I whispered back but she already took off to meet her duelling partner. Mine's just arrive.
"Lestrange." Parkinson said bluntly.
"Pig-nose." I snorted out.
"Parkinson!" She grunted.
"Whatever." I answered.
"Ready to be embarrass of front of your classmates?" She said with a evil grin.
"Be careful with what you say." I heard Snape say behind me. "Miss Lestrange's parents were exceptional duellists. No doubt some of their skills were passed on to her. So tread with caution." Then he walked straight off.
"Face your Partners." Lockhart said. "Wands at the ready, when I count to three, cast your charms to disarm your opponents – only to disarm them – we don't want any accidents here. One – Two – Three." And it was on. Pansy fired the first shot an me and I only had just seconds to duck underneath it. I didn't hear her say the spell because of the noise. I quickly shot back up and fire back.
"Rictusempra!" I shouted out bringing a light blue colour but Parkinson, just like me, ducked out of the way and I accidentally got Neville. The distraction was enough for her to fire another spell, this time, it hit me square on the chest which me straight to the floor. I was wheezing, the breath was knocked right out of me.
"Aw, did it hurt, blood-traitor?" Pansy said to me. "Can't get up." I turned over in pain and quickly undid my robes.
"Here, catch." I said then I threw it right at her face. I quickly shot back up as she caught it and I whacked her straight in the nose. As she turned around from the hit, I quickly pulled two strings of her hair and put it straight into my robes after collecting it and I walk off to find Hermione. I find her, in a headlock with Millicent and Hermione was whimpering in pain. Harry was trying to pull her off but she was too strong for him
"Think fast." Bulstrode looked up at me and – whack – hit her right in the face, releasing her hold on Hermione and landing hard on the ground.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked as she picked up her wand.
"Saving you." I said then I pulled her into the crowd to avoid Parkinson and Bulstrode, no doubt they'll come after me for that. The duelling stop and there was a lot of carnage. Neville and Justin were lying on the floor and Ron was apologising to Seamus for blowing up his face. Pig-nose and Bull-bitch were looking at me with glares. I stuck the rude finger out and I'm just trying not to laugh as their Slytherin buddies tried their best to hold them back.
"I think It'll be a good idea to teach the students how to block unfriendly spells, Professor." Snape sneered at Lockhart.
"An excellent idea, Professor Snape." Lockhart said. "Uh, let's have an volunteer pair – Longbottom and Finch-Fletchley, how about you?"
"A bad idea, Professor Lockhart." Snape said, gliding over like a large and malevolent bat. "Longbottom causes devastation with the simplest spells. We'll be spending what's left of Finch-Fletchley up to the Hospital wing in a matchbox. How about Potter and Malfoy?" Snape finished with a twisted smile.
"Excellent idea!" Lockhart said, gesturing Harry and Malfoy into the middle of the room. Lockhart tried to teach him how to defend but dropped his wand.
"Harry won't last long." I whispered to him.
"Lockhart is one of the best..."
Duellers in the world. Yeah, yeah, I know." I finished for her.
"On the count, Three – Two – One." Lockhart shouted out. Malfoy was the first to act.
"Serpensortia!" Malfoy bellowed out. The end of his wand exploded. A long black snake shot out of it, fell heavily onto the floor between the boys and raised itself, ready to Strike.
"Back, GET BACK!" I shouted out and I quickly pulled my wand out and pointed it right at the snake. It just hissed at me. "Come on, Snake, Try it!"
"Don't worry, I'll get rid of it for you." Snape said
"Allow me, Professor Snape." Lockhart shouted. He brandished his wand at the snake and there was a loud bang, the snake, instead of vanishing, flew ten feet into the air and fell back onto the floor with loud smack. It was enraged by that, started to hiss furiously at every one.
"Well done, Lockhart. You just PISSED IT OFF!" I shouted at him ass I walked back to shield Hermione and Neville. The snake started to slither straight at Justin, its fangs exposed, ready to attack. Lucky, Harry Intervened but he was saying in a complete different language. What the heck was he saying? The snake must've understood because it started to back off.
"What are you playing at?!" Justin said to Harry. Snape disposed of the snake with a flick of his wand. Everyone was just staring at Harry with shock riddled on their faces.
"Come on." I sais to him, tugging him on his robes. "Move!" I steered him out of the hall with the help of Ron, Hermione followed in behind us. As we went through the doors, the people on either side drew away as though they were frightened of catching something. We flew back to the Gryffindor common room and when we entered, Ron pushed Harry into an armchair.
"You're a Parselmouth. Why didn't you tell us?" He said
"I'm a what?" Harry said.
"A Parselmouth." He repeated.
"You can talk to snakes." Hermione said.
"I know." Harry said. "I mean, that's only the second time I've ever done it. I accidentally set a boa constrictor on my cousin Dudley at the zoo once – long story – but it was telling it had never seen Brazil and I sort of set it free without meaning to. That was before I knew I was a wizard..."
"A boa constrictor told you it have never seen Brazil?" I said faintly.
"So?' Harry said. "I bet loads of people here can do it."
"Oh no they can't." I said.
"It's not a common gift. Harry, this is bad." Hermione said.
"What's bad?" Harry asked. "If I haven't told that snake not to attack Justin..."
"Oh, that's what you said to it." Ron added.
"You were there, you heard me." Harry said.
"I heard you speak Parselmouth. Snake language." Ron said.
"I spoke a different language?" Harry asked. "But that's not possible. How can speak a different language without knowing I can?"
"I don't know, but it sounded like you were egging the snake on or something." I said.
"Harry, there's an reason why the house of Slytherin is a serpent." Hermione added. "Salazar Slytherin was a Parselmouth. He can talk to snakes too."
"Exactly." Ron said. "Now, the whole school will think you're great-great grandson or something."
"But I'm not." Harry shouted. "I can't be."
"He live over a thousand years ago." Hermione said. "For all we know, you could be..."
(Author's Note: Done and done. So no one saw that coming. Harry possibly the heir of Slytherin? Harry has a lot of work to do if he wants to clear his name of the unwanted title. So that's the end of the chapter, next time it will be Christmas and it'll be time to use the Polyjuice Potion. Next update will be next week. Please leave me a review and until next time, Kizzard245 out!)