It was a Sunday evening, a bit before the grand Halloween feast, I still hadn't found the diary. But I had pushed it to the back of my mind as I stood in Snapes office, for my test, on my skills with occlumency, for my independent studies, I had mastered keeping a blank mind, going as far as to be thinking about small things, yet keep Snape out. Dumbledore was here as well, as they were going to put me to a test. I'd have to force both of them out of my head, one at a time, then both at once.

"Now, you must be able to to keep us out, we will both be relentless, you must be able to keep us out, by the time the last grain of sand falls." Snape informed me, explaining the test, holding an hour glass that had enough black sand on the inside of it for half an hour, or so it looked. Alright, half an hour, good.

I gave him a nod, understanding the challenge, "we will not warn you when we're going to cast, it may end up tiring you out more then it has prior, even hurt, as you'll have two trained wizards trying to intrude on your thoughts, for a long period of time. Are you ready for the test?" Dumbledore questioned. I gave a nod for an answer, clearing my mind completely, no thoughts, no emotions.

In that moment, I felt the intense pain of a migraine as they pointed their wands at me. I could feel my temples pulsating as they did, catching me off guard. Through the night it felt like my brain would explode, to get out of my skull. It was like my mind was being compressed by by a two-ton brick, while someone was hitting my temples with a hammer, at random intervals.

When I thought the pain had let up, I was hit again. Feeling my brain and heart beat in sync. Making me nauseous, No I won't get sick, I will not yield! I could feel my stomach, as it clenched, my knees buckle, wanting to drop to the floor. I could feel my fingers going numb, as I was clenching my fists and my peripheral vision starts to blur as the pain intensifies, forcing me to shut them. I could feel the tears wanting to leak, I couldn't hold them in, a few stray tears managed to leak. As they escaped I could feel something pop,I could feel something warm grow throughout my head. The warm feeling, started to grow, was it a spell? Or was it my brain blowing up? I couldn't tell, but I could feel the warmth move slowly, like a slug, till my entire mind was just warm, then the warm feeling started getting cool till I feel a slight shiver, feeling the cold sensation overlap my head. It felt like a freezing water was coating my brain, soothing it.

I then opened my eyes again with realization, I couldn't feel the intense pain, of the legilimency. All that I could feel was the faint fuzzy numbness. Looking to the hourglass I saw the time was up. Smiling softly, good. I then looked up at Dumbledore and Snape, only so see their faces seeming shocked and their eyes with worry. Did I do something wrong?

"Are you alright?" Dumbledore questioned, taking a step forward to me, he then lifted up my head, forcing me to look up at him. As he studied my face, "We need to get you to the hospital wing" He advised. I felt a bit of worry prickle, what was wrong?

Without getting a chance to say anything, I was ushered out the door and led towards the hospital wing. What was the problem? I went to wipe my cheeks of the salty tears away, when I went to reach my hand up to my face, to feel for something wrong on my face, but my hand was grabbed, forcing me not to touch my face. I looked to Snape, whom held my hand.

"You don't want to do that" He warned, as we made it to the hospital wing, "come sit" He ordered, leading me to one of the beds.

"Dumbledore, what are you- Oh dear" Madam Pomfrey whispered, as she came to view, when she noticed me she seemed scared almost, she walked quickly to me looking at my face, "What's happened?"

Dumbledore then responded, "Is she going to be alright?" Tell me what's wrong!

I rolled my eyes, becoming annoyed with not being told what was worrying them, "Tell me what's wrong, I feel fine!" I snapped at them.

"My dear, you're bleeding black liquid from your eyes and nose" Madam Pomfrey informed me.

I then put a hand on my face, feeling the liquid on my face, pulling it away, looking at my hand, I saw in my hand a black liquid, that had a slight red tint to it in this lighting. It was cold and dripped like syrup as it moved, it was sticky and gluey like as it moved, sticking to my skin.

"This is coming from me" I whispered, questioning what the liquid was it blood?

Madam Pomfrey tilted my head up once again, narrowing her eyes, "You said you felt fine, did you feel or notice anything before you started to bleed?"

I thought back to the popping feeling from earlier, "I felt a popping sensation, between my eyes and my nose, and then I felt a warm sensation on the inside of my skull, it then the warmth turned cold, it didn't hurt"

She raised an eyebrow, "I'll have to do some reading through my books, for now, my best guess is, you've pushed yourself and busted a vessel." She informed me, "It's seemed to have stopped, I want you to alert me if anything happens alright, love?"

"Pushed herself?" Snape questioned, I could catch a hint of guilt in his tone. Is he blaming himself?

"Yes, whatever she was doing, or whatever was going on, I presume was to much" She stated "As I've said I'll have to do some research"

I looked between the three adults, "Can I go now? Before curfew"

"Of course love go, you two, I'd like to discuss about things I'll be needing as flu seasons approaches" Madam Pomfrey stated.

Quickly, I made my hasty escape, before Snape or Dumbledore could object. I had then found a bathroom, standing at the sink I was taken back by my pale face, there were black streaks and clumps of the mysterious black blood. What causes black blood? Was it due to having to keep both Snape and Dumbledore out? Was my brain melting? Or was it my eyes? Leaning in close to the mirror, I observed my eyes. They looked normal, the same bright gold they usually were, the way I liked them to be. With a sigh I finished ridding my face of the black blood. Walking out of the bathroom, I had notice, Ginny walking. I then remembered the diary, maybe she knew where it was.

"Hey, Ginny" I greeted here, she didn't seem to hear me as she just brush passed me, "Ginny?" I questioned, grabbing her by the shoulder, she then turned fully around, with an eyebrow raised as if annoyed that she was being touched. Then her face changed becoming a bit more relaxed when she noticed I was me.

"Amber Rose?" She questioned, wary almost, as if she wasn't sure it was me.

I raised an eyebrow at her, she seemed off, her tone wasn't as shy as it had always been, was she alright? "Yea, are you alright? You seem off" I asked her, stepping up closer, placing a hand on her chin, making the slightly younger girl look up at me, as I studied her face. Nothing seemed physically wrong, or as far as I could tell. Her freckled complexion was still there, her eyes seemed a bit dull in color, was this normal?

She seemed to smirk, with a light chuckled, as if there was an inside joke, "I'm fine, just tired is all" She responded, pulling her head away from my hand. She then went to leave, but I grabbed her wrist. I could feel her tense up in my grip.

"wait" I ordered, thinking what I would say or do next, I didn't fully trust her answer. Or her current manner, it seemed off, familiar. Do I ask her about it? I then asked finally spoke, "Make sure you get some sleep, I'd like to ask talk to you tomorrow" I stated, releasing her and I walked away, a bit. When she began to walk away, I then turned on the balls of my feet, looking at her head, legilimens!

In her memories, I could see a blurry image of a little boy, sitting on a bed, in dingy little room. The boy with a devilish little grin. As he was looking at a snake that sat on his bed. The boy, he was hissing at the snake. The snake responded. It seemed families, the snake talking. I was then pushed out of the memory, my presence must've been known, I then quickly I ran to the nearest wall, hiding myself in the shadows.

Was that what I think it was? Parseltongue? I needed to go to the library, it must have some sort of guide about it. I impulsively began my walk. Turning a corner of a corridor, I saw Harry with his ear pressed up against the wall.

"Harry?" I questioned, he didn't seem to hear me as he ended up running down the hall. Curiosity took over and I followed him as he ran, his ear still close to the wall. Till he came to a stop suddenly, as Hermione and Ron blocked is path, I couldn't stop in time, as I ran into Harry's back, thankfully he didn't fall forward. As I backed away, rubbing my forehead, that had hit the back of Harry's head.

"I'm sorry, Harry" I apologized,

"Did you hear it?" He then asked out loud, directed at Ron, Hermione and myself.

I only raised an eyebrow, "I was about to ask what you were listening too" I stated.

"Hear what?" Ron asked, confused. Then him and Hermione seemed to be worried as they looked around.

Harry then looked at the wall, "That voice."

What? "Voice? What Voice?" Hermione questioned, worry sinking in.

"I heard it first in Lockhart's office. And then again, just- " He then stopped talking, "It's moving. I think it's going to kill" He then took off running.

"Kill?" Ron cried, running after him.

Hermione and I behind, "Harry, wait! Not so fast!" Hermione yelled.

As we ran, I thought of a wax moth, a dull-colored, generally boring and common moth, that had the most extreme sense of hearing, known to any animal. I then felt it, as I felt the insides of my ears change and I sprouted antennaes, I could now hear the smallest of sounds, the faintist of breaths, blinking of eyelashes, and I could hear the sound of something in the wall moving, sliding it sounded large, as it moved through the walls, I could hear the air moving out of it's way. Harry isn't crazy! What is in the walls? Are they all hallow? Then as we came to a corner I could hear the faint paniced, yet steady sound of little hairs touching the ground.

Around the corner, I then saw the trail of spiders, Harry and the others saw and slowed down.

"Strange" Harry stated, I watched the spiders, what would cause spiders to leave so quickly and at once? They must sense what was in the walls, do they know what it was? "I've Never seen spiders act like that" Harry muttered, he must've been curious also.

"I don't like spiders" Ron shared, the panic in his voice matched his face.

I then looked up, hearing a faint heart beat, I looked upwards in the direction, seeing the bloody eyed cat, , hanging. I gasped lightly, seeing the wall, it had, blood on the wall just above the cat.

THE CAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED.
ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE!

I felt my heart stop, I could feel the moth antennaes fade away as my ear drums reverted back to their normal human selves. Chamber of secrets? Have I read about that? What was it? It must be the home to whatever is in the walls. What was in the walls?

"Enemies of the Heir, Beware! You'll be next Mudbloods!" Draco taunted, as him and other students circled the scene. I wanted to be angrey at him for using the word did he mean by that?

Then a familiar voice could be heard, "What's going on here? What's going on?" Filch, I felt my heart sink, I wouldn't want to see Capone in this state. I looked over as the old man made his way through the crowd, he looks from us to the wall, he clenched the part of his chest, right where his heart was, as his face twisted in horror, "My cat! My cat! What's happened to " He shrieked, then he looked at Harry, "You! You've murdered my cat! you've killed her!"

"She's not dead" I snapped at him, causing him shift his glare to me.

"I'll kill you! I'll-" He was cut off as Dumbledore and the other came to the front of the crowd.

"Argus, come with me" He then looked to Myself and the other three, "You too, , , and " He ordered, his eyes seemed to flash with worry.

"To my office, it's the nearest, Headmaster- Just upstairs- pleas feel free-" Lockhart said stepping forward, coming off like an excited puppy.

Dumbledore interrupted him, "Yes, thank you, Giilderoy" Dumbledore, then the professors made there way through the crowd, Lockhart leading the way, Ron, Harry, Hermione and I were close being, with McGonagall and Snape bringing up the rear.

Crashing into Lockharts office, Dumbledore placed the cat on a table and examines it closely, with McGonagall behind, Snape just glazes over myself and the other two.

"It was definitely a curse that killed her - probably the Transmogrifian Torture - I've seen it used many times, "Lockhart began to blabber, utter nonsense, "so unlucky I wasn't there, I know the very countercurse that would have saved her"

"She's not dead" I mummbled, rolling my eyes.

Hermione then looked at me, "How'd you know?" She whispered, looking back at the cat, "She looked dead"

"I could hear her heart beat" I responded simply, she then gave me an odd look, not believing me.

Dumbledore then straightened up, "She's not dead, Argus" He said softly, told you.

"Not dead?" Filch cried, sounding so relieved, as he looked at , "But-but why's she all - all frozen?"

I was curious of the answer also, was it a spell that did this to her? "she has been Petrified," Dumbledore stated, "But how, cannot say..."

Filch then looks back at us, point an angry finger at Harry, "Ask him!" He yelled.

"He wouldn't even know where to look to learn it" I snapped at him, defending Harry, "He's only a second year, he wouldn't be this advance in dark magic, I'm sure he isn't that advance in his readings yet to learn it." I then looked at , "It'd likely be someone who is of a higher in skill, someone more practiced at curses"

Filch then looked at me with a glare, "Then you did it!" He declared.

"No, no second year could have done this," Dumbledore spoke up, with the most certain, "As stated, it would take dark magic of the most advance-"

"They did it, they did it!" Filch screeched interrupting Dumbledore, "You saw what was written on the wall! You know what she can do, and he- he found- in my office- he know I'm a - I'm a-" Spit it out damn it! "They know I'm a Squib!" that made sense, Filch being a squib, I don't think I've ever seen him use magic.

"I never touched, !" Harry snapped, defending himself, "I don't even know what a Squib is!"

"Rubbish!" Growled Filch, "He saw my Kwikspell letter."

"If I might speak, Headmaster" Snape says, looking at Dumbledore, "Potter and his friends may have simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time" He then looked at each of us, looking suspicious of us all, "But we do have a set of suspicious circumstances here. Why were they up stairs? Why was not at the Halloween feast?"

I then spoke up coming up with a quick defense, "Harry and I were at the Deathday party" I lied, making a story up, "There were hundreds of ghosts, they'll tell you we were there-"

"But why not join the feast afterwards?" Snape questions, narrowing his eyes at me, "Why go up to the corridor? Of course, I'm sure you, were talked into this, having nothing to do with this."

I rolled my eyes, "Do you really not know me by now?" I questioned, looking to Snape, "I am not talked into doing anything, I went of my own free will."

"We... We went up there corridor because-because" Harry stuttered, I looked at him, shut up, I got this! "we were tired, and wanted to go to bed?" He finally came up with a reason.

"Without any supper?" Snape questioned, not buying it, "I didn't think ghosts could provide food for the living at there parties" He was looking triumphant, "I suggest, headmaster, that Potter isn't being entirely truthful" He drawls, looking at the headmaster, "It might be a good idea if he were deprived of certain privileges until he is ready to tell us the whole story. I personally feel he should be taken off the Gryffindor Quidditch team until he is ready to be honest"

"Really, Serverus" Snaps McGonagall, "It'd seem is being just as honest as , shall we take some privileges from her as well? Perhaps, we shall revoke her ability to use the library?" She then looked to me, "I could see her after all being able to master a hgex, she seemed to be a quick learner, very avid to learn alone, who knows what she's learned in her free time." She then looked to the cat, "As it stands I see no reason to stop him from playing Quidditch, nor for her to be suspended her of reading. This cat wasn't hit over the head with a broomstick nor a book. There is no evidence at all of Potter doing anything wrong, nor Ravenclaw, no matter how capable either of them are"

Dumbledore had been looking between Harry and I, as if judging us, studying us, then he spoke in a firm tone, "Innocent until proven guilty" Thank God.

"My cat has been Petrified!" shrieked Filch, "I want to see some punishment!"

Looking to Filch, Dumbledore then spoke in a calm manner, "We will be able to cure her, Argus. Professor Sprout, recently managed to procure some Mandrakes. as soon as they have reached their full size, I will have a potion made that will revive "

"I'll make it" Lockhart declared, I glared at him, surely if he made it the cat would die. "I must have done it a hundred times. I could whip up a Mandrake Restorative Draught in my sleep-"

I rolled my eyes, "I do believe, that this school currently has a porions master, I doubt, Filch wants a low-quality potion, I'm more then certain he'd prefer it if Snape, someone of superior at potion making to brew up the potion" I retorted, then looked to , "Only the best for the creatures we love"

"Agreed" Snape stated coldly. Then an awkward silence. We are then dismissed, as Dumbledore gave us a fleeting look.

Walking down the stairs, Harry then asked if he should've said something about the voices, or if we should've mentioned the spiders.

"No, we're still not sure as to what we heard, they may just send us to the loony bin" I looked at him sharply, "What would you think, if someone came up to you claiming to hear voices and something moving in the walls?"

"What is the Chamber of Secrets anyway?" He asked curiously, "And what's a squib?"

"Not sure, we'll have to do some searching in the library for information on the Chamber of Secrets" Hermione answered the first question.

I nodded in agreement, And a Squib, are in essence, 'wizard-born muggles' as in they are born to at least on magical parent, yet have no magical abilities" I explained, then we parted ways to our respected houses.