Title: Harry Snape And The Chamber Of Secrets

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To angelvan105: Thanks for your review and Harry hates his fame so he snaps at anyone that wants to get a picture of him or want his autograph.

To notwritten: Thanks for your review.

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Chapter 7: Mudbloods And Murmurs

Harry was relieved when the weekend came. He was going to visit Hagrid after he had gone down to the pitch, to see how his summer had been and hopefully not be given any rock cakes. At eight he got up, dressed, and then headed to the Great Hall. He sat down and ten minutes later Hermione joined.

"So what are you going to do today?" Hermione asked.

"Well I was going to go over to the pitch and see if Sprout needed any new players and then go to Hagrid's."

"Can I come?" Hermione asked.

"Sure," Harry said at once and Hermione started eating.

When they were finished eating they both left the castle and headed down to the pitch. Harry was relieved when he saw Professor Sprout with several members that had to be the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. Harry approached them and waited for Sprout to turn and acknowledge that he was there. Sure enough Sprout turned and seemed a little shocked that Harry was there. She also noticed Hermione as well.

"I wanted to try out for the Quidditch team," Harry told her.

"We," Hermione corrected.

"Sorry, we," Harry corrected as well.

"Professor we do need reserve players," said a boy that had to be the Hufflepuff Captain.

"Well if you two can prove that you have the talent then we'll make you reserve players," Sprout told them.

Harry knew this was better then nothing so he and Hermione took the brooms that they had been offered and Hermione tried out for Chaser. She wasn't that bad, at least she didn't drop the bright red ball that Harry knew to be a Quaffle. Sprout told her that she would be perfect for Chaser and Harry got the position of Seeker. Harry soon found out that his father had tried out for the team too; been very good, but not allowed to play because of what James liked to do to him.

"Thank goodness he's in Azkaban," Sprout commented and Harry looked confused, what was Azkaban?

Naturally the Slytherins had to come to the pitch and ruin everyone's morning. Pansy Parkinson had been made the new Slytherin Seeker and she was quick to show everyone the new brooms that her father had bought for the team.

"At least no one had to buy their way on, they got in on pure talent," Hermione told her.

"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood," Pansy said, grinning at her as though she was better then Hermione.

At once Harry knew that Pansy had said something really bad because there was uproar at her words, even Professor Sprout wanted to hex her. Suddenly there was a flash of light and where Pansy stood was a pig wearing Quidditch robes.

"How in the-."

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"Severus and Lily were good at wandless magic," Sirius told Harry when he had told him what had happened. "I'm sure that she'll be fine in a few hours."

"But I don't even know how I did it," Harry told him. "And to tell you the truth it was really freaky."

"Don't worry," Sirius told him. "Your dad would think it was hoot that you changed a Slytherin into a pig. Mind you she always looks like a pig, personally Severus thought that her mother looked like a pig, which she did."

"So this pig face runs in the family," Harry said.

"Sure does," Sirius said. "And Pansy's father is really ugly, use to give Severus nightmares when he went to bed. So what happened to cause you to change Parkinson into a pig?"

"She called me a foul name," Hermione told him. "I don't know what it means, of course, but I could tell it was rude."

"Well the only rude name that I know of is Mudblood," Sirius said. "Severus once hexed Bella for using that name."

"That's what she called me," Hermione told him and Sirius shook his head.

"What does it mean," Harry asked.

"It means dirty blood," Sirius told him. "A Mudblood is a real foul name for someone that's muggleborn."

"That's horrible," Harry said.

"And your father accidentally called your mum that," Sirius pointed out. "But he learned his lesson and became a good guy."

Harry had heard this before and it still hurt.

"Well I need to get going," Sirius said. "I've got an old friend to visit and he isn't feeling too well."

He patted Harry on the head and then left.

"So what do you think of all that?" Harry asked Hermione.

"You mean with Parkinson saying that about me," Hermione said.

"Yes and dad as well," Harry pointed out.

Hermione put a hand on his shoulder. "It doesn't matter. He fought against You-Know-Who and died. He turned his back on everything because he realized that he was loosing everything. I don't think you should judge someone that can't defend himself."

Harry knew that Hermione was right.

"Thanks," Harry said.

Hermione smiled and they continued on their way.

When Hermione and Harry entered the entrance hall Professor McGonagall was waiting on them.

"Miss Granger, go into the Great Hall," she ordered.

Hermione gave her a weird look and then disappeared.

"Mr. Snape, you're serving detention tonight for what you said to Professor Malfoy," she said, sternly. "Professor Lockhart has asked for you."

Harry stared at her, shocked.

"But, Professor," Harry started but Professor McGonagall raised a hand.

"Don't Professor me," she said. "You had no right to talk to a Professor like that, eight sharp."

And she turned and headed into the Great Hall as well.

Harry couldn't believe that he was given detention for what he had said. Harry felt that he had ever right to defend his father from what Malfoy had said about him. So at eight he headed for Professor Lockhart's office and knocked on the door. It opened and Harry's nightmare began.

Harry couldn't believe that Lockhart had so much fan mail. McGonagall had told her this was what he would be doing. As Harry served his detention Lockhart kept going on and on about how he defeated a banshee and a werewolf. Harry had never met either and he was sure that they could defeat him with no problem. Suddenly he heard a sound, apart from Lockhart's rambling about his fame and how long he was on a book list.

"Come…come to me…Let me rip you…Let me kill you…"

Harry jumped and in doing so he left a blot of ink on one of Lockhart's fan's address.

"What was that?" Harry asked.

"What was what?" Lockhart asked him.

"That voice," Harry told him.

"What voice," Lockhart asked.

"Didn't you hear it?" Harry asked him.

Lockhart gave him an odd look and then told him that it was time for him to return to his dorm. Harry was more then happy to do so.

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A/N: The reason that I decided that I was going to still have Harry do the detention with Lockhart is because that's the only place, that I know, that Harry would have heard that voice. Of course, Harry is determined to find out exactly how he's able to hear it and no one else can.