(Author's Note: Hey Guys. I'm not worried by the view after posting each chapter cause I know that that are people interested in this so I'll keep writing it. Now, I've actually read some horror fanfiction from Harry Potter, especially one that was based in the third year so I'm really want to attempt another horror story. Nothing like the horror within or My perfect mudblood, because they were poor attempts at that. I'll will write something but not until I'm finished with Sophie Lestrange, so now Let's focus on this, I hope you enjoy it. As I said before, I don't own Harry Potter. Enjoy!)

Last Time: The monster has struck again. Sophie and her friends must double their efforts if they want to find out who's the Heir of Slytherin and stop him before he strikes again. At the duelling club, Harry talks Parselmouth to a snake. The school may have already made their decision.

The next morning, I can tell the air was a little tense. The snow that has begun in the night has turned into a blizzard so thick that the last Herbology lesson of the term was cancelled. Professor Sprout wanted to fit socks and scarves on those mandrakes, it was a tricky operation considering she would entrust no one else, now that it was so important for the mandrakes for the mandrakes to grow quickly and revive Mrs Norris and Colin Creevey. We were sitting in the common room next to a warm fire that was burning quite nicely in this cold weather. Ron and Hermione were playing wizard's chess, I was reading my Transfigurations book, and Harry was just sitting down, next to the fire, in the common room, no doubt the events of last night weighting on his mind. I wanted to believe that Harry wasn't the Heir of Slytherin but a part of me wasn't so sure. I mean, he was with us when the first attack happen and he was in the hospital wing when Colin was attacked. Now the whole school thinks that he's the Heir of Slytherin and they won't let that go until we can prove it.

"For heaven's sake, Harry." Said Hermione, exasperated, as one of Ron's bishops wrestled her knight off his horse and dragged him off the board. "Go and find Justin if it's so important to you." So Harry got up and left through the portrait hole to go and find Justin.

"You should try to focus on beating Ron, Hermione." I said to her.

"It's not as easy as it looks." Hermione said.

"Everyone knows I'll win with ease." Ron said.

"Ok. Have fun losing. I'm off to find Harry." I said.

"He only left a couple of minutes ago." Ron added.

"After what happened last night, did you think it's wise let Harry go off all by himself?" I asked him.

"N-No." He answered.

"Thought so." I said to him. "I'll see you later." I grabbed my gloves and scarf and walked straight out of the common room to look for Harry. The castle was a lot darker than it usually was in daytime because of the thick, swirling grey snow at every window. God, it's cold. I walked past classrooms where lessons was still taking place. I went to check on the library to see if Harry came this way. I found a couple of Hufflepuffs sitting at the nearby tables. Ernie, Hannah, and a couple more of them.

"Hello, Guys." I said to them. They were looking at me like I got two heads. I cleared my throat loudly and finally got a response from them.

"Oh, H-Hello." Hannah said. "What b-brings you here?"

"I was actually looking for Harry." I answered. "Did he come past this way?"

"Should you be calling him by his actual name?" Ernie questioned me.

"What? The Heir of Slytherin?" I said with a stern voice.

"Yeah. He came past this way." He added. "He was looking for Justin. No doubt he'll attack him."

"And why would he attack muggles?" I asked.

"Apparently, h-he despises t-them." Hannah answered.

"Yet, half of his friends are muggles?" I added. "No one can prove that Harry attacked them unless someone saw him do it."

"Why would you care?" Ernie said. "You're a pure-blood. It wouldn't be right to defend your own friends. You should be defending your family's honour."

"My personal life doesn't concern you, and besides, I'm protecting Harry because he's my friend." I said. "He's not the Heir of Slytherin and I will prove it. No matter what it takes." I stormed out of the Library. God, I understand that they're scared because of what's happened but why would he hate muggles? I know he's hates his muggle family but that's because they don't treat him right.

"Miss Lestrange?" Someone said behind me.

"Ah-." I jumped in fear. "Oh, P-Professor McGonagall, I-I didn't see you there!"

"I can see that." She said. "I like to ask why are you outside during class?"

"Our Herbology class got cancelled because of the Blizzard." I said. "I'm just looking for Harry..."

"Mr Potter? I'm afraid you're a bit too late."

"Why?" I asked. "What's Happened?"

"I'm afraid." She sais with a sense of fear in her voice. "There's been another attack. This time, Mr Potter was found at the scene."

"No, no." I said. "That's not true. Harry won't attack anybody."

There's not much that I can do, Miss Lestrange." she said. "He's been sent up to the Headmaster's office to be punished."

"You don't think that Professor Dumbledore will expelled him?" I asked.

"I can not answer that at the moment." She said. "Now, I must ask you to return to your dormitory, quietly. Do not go anywhere else as teachers are under instruction to patrol the corridors until further notice. If you do, I shall know."

"Uh Professor, who got attacked? If you don't mind me asking?" I said to her.

"I'm afraid... It was Mr Finch-Fletchley." She said then she walked in the opposite direction. What? No. I don't believe it's Harry, it can't be. I wanted to help him but I don't have much of a choice. Unfortunately, before I got back to the common room, I bumped into 'Mr Famous.'

"Miss Lestrange." Lockhart said. "What are you outside the common room? Did you not hear what Professor McGonagall said?"

"I actually bumped into McGonagall just a few minutes ago, and I know what happened." I said with a bit of annoyance in my voice.

"Ah. Yes." He said. "Well, what a terrible event to happen to such an innocent boy. So Miss Lestrange, is there anything you would like from me?"

"Well, no-." I started but he cut me off.

"You like to sign something?" He said to me.

"N-No."

"Splendid. Of course, I'll sign something for you." He said. He pulled out an enormous quill. "I like to keep this for special occasions." He then grabbed my tie and start scribbling his signature on it. "You know, Miss Granger always speak highly of you."

"Hm, No wonder." I mumbled under my breath.

"Yes. Me and Miss Granger always have our little chats in the library." He said. "Ah, there." On my tie, was a big black signature of his name. Oh this is embarrassing. "Now, you better head back to the common room. You don't want McGonagall or Snape catching you still out and about. So, I bid farewell, Miss Lestrange and good luck." He gave me a nice salute and walked off towards the Great hall. I waited for him to disappear around the corner and then I ripped off my tie and decided, in embarrassment, not to wear it back to the common room.

'Hm, I hate Hermione. I'm going to ask her never to get me involve with celebrities, ever again, expect for Harry.' I thought. I returned back to the common room and found everyone was sitting by the fire, confused at why they were sent back to the common room on such short notice.

"Sophie, what happened?" Hermione asked. "Where's Harry?" I grabbed her then Ron and pulled them to a corner of the common room.

"There's been another attack." I whispered to them. "They saw Harry at the scene. They believe it's him."

"What? But Why? Harry won't attack anyone." Ron said.

"Maybe we can help him-." Hermione interjected.

"There's not we can do. Right now, he's been sent up to Dumbledore to await his punishment."

"Oh no." Hermione said. "Who was attacked?"

"Justin." I answered.

"So, What do we do now?" Ron asked.

"We wait." I said. "And Pray that Harry won't get suspended or worse, expelled."

...

Harry had luck on his side. Professor Dumbledore had cleared Harry of the attack. He told us that he didn't attack Justin nor the other victims. Even though Dumbledore cleared him does not mean that the rest of the school is going to agreed with Dumbledore. The double attack on Justin and Nearly Headless Nick turned what had been nervousness into real panic. Curiously, it was Nearly Headless Nick's fate that seemed to worry people most. What could possibly do that to a ghost? What terrible power could harm someone who was already dead? As we got closer to the Christmas break, there was almost a stampede to book seats on the Hogwarts Express so students could go home.

"At this rate, we'll be the only ones left." Ron told us. "Us, Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. What a jolly holiday it's going to be."

"Ah, it will be just like Christmas at the orphanage." I said. "The very first time, I think I was four, I somehow got all my present to come straight to me, an I didn't pick them up, oh boy, that went well." In some ways, Harry was happy that most people was leaving. He grown tired of people skirting around him in the corriders, as though he was about to sprout fangs or spit poison. Fred and George however, found all this very funny. They went out of their way to march ahead of Harry down the corridors, shouting. "Make way for the heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through..." Percy wasn't enjoying this.

"This is not a laughing matter." He said coldly.

"Oh, get out of the way, Percy." Said Fred. "Harry's in a hurry."

"Yeah, he's nipping off to the Chamber of Secrets for a cup of tea with his fanged servant." Said George, chortling. Ginny wasn't finding it amusing either.

"Oh, don't." She wailed every time Fred asked Harry loudly who he was planning to attack next, or George pretended to ward Harry off with a large clove of garlic when they not. Harry didn't seem to mind. The only person finding this offensive was Draco.

"Have you notice Malfoy is pissed everyone the twins made fun of you being the Heir of Slytherin?" I told Harry.

"It's because he's bursting to say it's really him." Ron said knowingly. "You know how he hates anyone beating him at anything, and you're getting all the credit for his dirty work."

Not for long." Said Hermione in a satisfied tone. "The Polyjuice Potion's nearly ready. We'll be getting the truth out of him any day now."

...

Ah, Christmas morning. Arguably, one of the best days of the year. Perfect time to sleep and enjoy-

"Oi, stop doing that. Hermione!"

"Merry Christmas." She said as she opened the blinds to let the light in. The snow falling as good as ever. She was fully dressed and was ready to go somewhere

"Hermione." I said as my eyes tried to adjust to the light. "It's not even six am."

"I want to check on the Polyjuice Potion. It'll be best to do it while everyone's still asleep." She said.

"Good." I said. "I'm going back to sleep. Have fun with the Polyjuice Potion."

"You're coming with me." She said then she threw a pillow at my head.

"I'm what?!" I asked then that pillow hit me smack bang in the face.

"I want company." She answered.

"I don't know." I said. "You did just threw a pillow at me."

"Then, you won't get your presents." She said with an evil smile.

"Can't say no to presents." I said as I jumped out of bed. Hermione reached underneath her and pulled out her presents and she threw them on my bed.

"Go on." She said. I opened my first present. It was a BOOK. GHOULING GHOULS by Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Oh." I said.

"It's a signed book by Lockhart." Hermione said, beaming. Ok, she's gone from fan girl to crazy girl. I opened my second present which was just a small box and it was some jewellery.

"Hermione..." I said. I was lost for words, It was beautiful.

"It's a friendship bracelet." She said. "I made it during the summer break. I was going to give it to you for your birthday but I ran out of time because I was studying for School."

"Hermione." I said then I leap across to give her a hug. "It's the best present you have ever given me." She smiled. She was happy.

"So, where's my present?" She asked me.

"Y-Your Present?" I stuttered.

"Yeah." She said.

"Oh, um... Ah." I reached under my bed and grabbed my school tie and gave it to Hermione.

"Your school tie?" She asked with one eyebrow raised.

"Take a proper look at it." I said. She had a look and her eyes lit up.

"You got Lockhart's signature?!" She beamed.

"Well, technically..." I started but then arms wrapped me and knock me right back down on my back.

"Thank you, thank you." She said, happily.

"T-That's g-goo-od." I sputtered. She quickly let go of me and sat up.

"So, you coming to check on the Potion with me or what?" She asked.

"Alright, wait down stairs. I'll meet you in a minute." I said. Hermione left the room and I got changed into a black shirt, jeans, jacket, gloves, scarfs, and some sneakers. I joined Hermione in the common room and we went to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom to finish the potion. I stood near the door to keep an eye open for teachers or other students in case they came by. Hermione was inside working on the potion. After waiting a hour outside, I heard a knock from the door and I opened it to see a smiling Hermione.

"It's done." She said.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes." She said.

"Good." I said. "Now, all's that left to do is interrogate Malfoy."

"Yeah." She said as we started walking back to the common room to wake up the sleepy heads. "Do you think another student will be attacked soon?" She asked me. I stopped to think about this.

"While the Heir of Slytherin is still out and about, no one is safe." I answered. "Any muggle can be attacked. It could be Hannah from Hufflepuff. It could be you." Hermione's eyes was facing down on the floor and she looked scared. "That's why you're not leaving my sight until we catch him."

"Ok." She said with a smile. We walked back to the common room and we went straight to the boy's second year dormitory to wake Harry and Ron. Hermione went inside and came back outside with two tired boys. We went down to opened the presents under the tree. "The potion's ready." She told the boys.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked.

"Positive." Said Hermione. "If we're going to do it, I say it should be tonight."

...

Christmas dinner. The Great Hall looked magnificent. Not only were there a dozen frost-covered Christmas trees and thick steamers of holly and mistletoe criss-crossing the ceiling, but enchanted snow was falling, warm and dry, from the ceiling. Dumbledore led us in a few of his favourite carols, Hagrid booming more and more loudly with every goblet of eggnog he consumed. Percy, who hadn't noticed that Fred had bewitching his prefect badge so that it now read 'Pinhead', kept asking them all what they were sniggering about. I didn't give two shits about Malfoy at the moment, I was just eating all the food that I can see. Me, Harry and Ron had barely finished our third helping of Christmas pudding we Hermione ushered us out of the great hall to finalise our plans for the evening. Hermione had to explain to Harry and Ron that they still need to bit of who they wanted to change into. She also had some Slytherin robes she 'borrowed' from the laundry. We put on our new uniform and after Harry and Ron returned with a piece of Crabbe and Goyle, we were ready to go. We all had a look into the cauldron. Close up, the Potion

"I'm sure I've done everything right." Said Hermione as she nervously started to fill up the empty glasses.

"Oh, that's reassuring now, is it?" I asked with a sarcastic tone in my voice. Again, another death stare from Hermione and she shoved my drink into my hands.

"Once we've drunk it, we'll have exactly one hour before we change back into ourselves." She said as she gave the third glass to Harry. God, it looks revolting. "Add the hairs." We dipped in our piece of hair into each glass.

"Eurgh." Ron said with a spoiled look in his face. "Essence of Crabbe."

"Mine's Worse." I said. I took another whiff and It smells like she's been up to some weird shit.

"Cheers." Hermione said as we gave a clang of our drinks. Dawn the hatch. Ffffffffff... it tastes like I just had poop and poison for lunch. I don't feel so good.

"I think I'm going to be sick." Ron said then he ran off, dropped his glass and ran into one of the cubicles.

"Me too." Hermione said then did the exact same thing.

"Come on, Guys." I said. "It tastes like it's good for you, nope." I ran into the cubicle and I threw up breakfast, lunch, dinner. "Never. Drink. Potions. Again." Then I had this strange feeling that I wasn't feeling myself. I walked outside to have a look at the mirror. Oh, No. Pig-nose, straight, black hair, short, and a bit chubby. "The potion worked. I'm Pansy!" I screamed in delight. "Oh no, I'm Pansy." I turned and show some fat-chubby guy... With Glasses?

"Sophie?" He said to me.

"Harry?" I asked. "Wow. You look um..."

"Like What?" He added.

"Like Goyle. You might want to ditch the glasses, though." I said to him

"Harry? Sophie?" We turned over and saw Ron/Crabbe walking over towards us.

"Ron." I said.

"Bloody Hell!" He said. "You two look exactly like them."

"Same could be said about you." I said.

"Um... Where's Hermione?" Harry asked us.

"Uh, I don't think I'm going. You go on without me." Hermione should through the cubicle.

"Hermione, are you okay?" I asked her.

"Just go." She shouted. "You're wasting time."

"God, come on." I said to the boys then we left the bathroom. We went down the marble staircase. All we needed now was a Slytherin whom they could follow to the Slytherin common room, but there was no one around.

"Any Ideas?" Muttered Harry.

"The Slytherins always come up to breakfastfrom over there." Said Ron, nodding at the entrance to the dungeons. Those words had barely left his mouth when a girl with long curly hair emerged from the entrance. "Excuse me. We've forgotten the way to our common room."

"I beg your pardon?" Said the girl stiffly. "Our common room? I'm a Ravenclaw." She looked away, looking suspiciously back at us.

"When's the last time a Slytherin askes for help?" I said to Ron.

"Oi, who goes there?" We all jumped at the voice. Oh god, It's Percy, the last person we wanted to see.

"What are you doing..." Ron said in his normal voice. I had to slapped him to change hid voice. "I mean, what are you doing down here?" He did in a deeper voice.

"I happened to be a school perfect." He answered. "You three, on the other hand, have no business wandering outside the corridors at night. What were you doing anyway?"

"Um..." Crabbe started but I decided to cut him off.

"Me and Goyle were making out." I said. Harry/Goyle and Ron/Crabbe's eyes went as wide as goldfish. "Crabbe was keeping a eye out for people."

"Ah... well..."

"Crabbe, Parkinson, Goyle." Malfoy was strolling towards us, and for the first in his life, I was quite happy to see them. "There you are,. Have you three been pigging out in the Great Hall all this time?"

"M-Me and G-Goyle were m-making out." I said with an stutter.

"W-What?" He said with sadness in his voice. His attention then turned to Percy. "What are you doing down here, Weasley?"

"Mind your attitude, Malfoy." Percy said with anger laced in his voice. He sneered at him and motion us to follow him. We walked straight down to the Slytherin common room.

"What's the new password again?" He said to us.

"Pure-blood." I said. It was an complete guess. A stone door concealed in the wall slid open. Malfoy marched through it and we just followed him. The Slytherin common room was a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling, from which round, greenish lamps were hanging on chains. A fire was cracking under an elaborately caved mantelpiece ahead of them, and several Slytherins were silhouetted around it, in carved chairs. Malfoy lay himself flat down on the double couch and he just looked at us.

"Well, sit down." He said and we just obeyed him, sitting on the chairs behind us. "You couldn't tell if the Weasleys were Pure-bloods. They're an embarrassment to the wizardry world, all of them." I could hear creaking knuckles come from Ron. He wasn't happy with his response. "What's up with you Crabbe?" He asked. Harry elbowed Ron in the guts to set him straight.

"Stomach ache." Ron said.

"Alright." Malfoy mumbled. "I wondered why the Daily Prophet hasn't done a story on all these attack? Suppose Dumbledore's trying to hush it all up. You know, my father always said that Dumbledore was the worst thing that ever happen to this place."

"You're wrong!" Harry shouted out. I just put my head in my heads. What a way to blow our cover.

"What? You think there's someone worse than Dumbledore? Huh?! Do you?!" Malfoy fired back with all these questions directed at Harry.

"Harry Potter?" He said in a desperate attempt to calm him down. Please work, please work.

"You're absolutely right, Goyle." Malfoy Answered. "Saint Potter. I can't believe people that he's the Heir of Slytherin."

"Then you must know something about it." I added.

"No I don't, Pansy. I already told you." He said to me. "This yours?"

"No." I whispered.

"But my father did say this." Malfoy added. "The Chamber of Secrets was opened before. He wouldn't tell who opened it, only they were expelled." Nice, we were finally getting somewhere. "The last time the chamber was opened, a mudblood died. So it's only a matter of time before one of them is killed this time. As for me... I hope it's Granger." Right, One broken nose coming up. The only thing that stop me was two pairs of arms. "What's the matter with you three? You're acting very odd."

She also got stomach ache." Harry answered him. "Sophie, calm down." He then whispered to me. My eyes widened up.

"Harry, your scar." I whispered to him then I looked at Ron. "Red Hair." I pointed at him. We had to get out of here. "Um, w-we're going to take Crabbe to the Hospital wing to treat his stomach." I said then we ran out of the Slytherin common room and we went straight to the bathroom.

"God, that was close." Harry said.

"How did you know the Slytherin password?" Ron asked me.

"I don't know. I just guessed." I answered. By the time we return back to the bathroom, we were back to our old selves again.

"Hermione, come out, we got loads to tell you!" Harry said as we approached her cubicle.

"Go away." Hermione said. Moaning Myrtle appeared right through the door.

"Wait until you see it. It's hilarious." She said as she tried to hold the giggles in.

"Hermione?" I whispered as I opened the door. We were greeted by fur and a tail.

"You know the Potion was only used for human transformations?" She asked us. "It was cat hair I plucked off Millicent's robes." She turned around to look straight at us. She's been crying again. "Look at my face."

"Oh god, come on, Let's get you to the Hospital." I said I held her hand or paw, with Harry and Ron leading on, we guided her out of the bathroom.

"You should look at your tail?" Ron said in a cheerful voice.

"Really Ron?" I said to him. "Now."

(Author's Note: Right, done. I'm now heading off to bed so I'll make this short and sweet. Next chapter will be Next Friday. So until next time, Kizzard245 out!)