There haven't been any attacks for quite awhile also, the school seemed to be a bit nicer, getting over the theories about Harry and I being connected, to the attacks. Was the basilisk asleep perhaps? Did the heir go missing? Who knew, I wish I knew. While the school was becoming almost normal again, Draco had started hanging out with me. While Harry seemed to hang out with Ron and Hermione more, the three of them would always be whispering about something, I assumed it was the Chambers. Walking into the great hall, I was blinded almost. The great hall was covered in pretty pink flowers; Dahlia, Allium, Camellia, as well as some pink roses. They were pretty to look at, as flowers were always pretty to see. What was terrible about the great hall was the heart shaped confetti falling from the ceiling, I could already see it falling into some food. As I walked to my seat at the Slytherin table, I took in the sight of the head of my house, who looked like he'd just eaten a lemon. The other professors seemed just as unamused by the display, well aside from Lockhart who seemed to be wearing obnoxiously bright pink clothes, matching the great hall. I took my seat next to Draco, whom had an annoyed looked, as the confetti had landed in his breakfast.
"Well that seems obnoxious." I stated, annoyed as confetti fell into my cup of orange juice as, I was about to drink. "What the bloody hell is with this?" I mumbled.
I soon got an answer as Lockhart shouted, "Happy Valentine's Day!" People actually celebrated this holiday? Was it a big deal last year? "And May I thank the forty-six people who have so far sent me cards! Yes, I have taken the liberty of arranging this little surprise for you all - and it doesn't end here!" Lockharts voice echoed, I rolled my eyes. He then clapped his hands, then the doors opened, and flying golden dwarfs with harps flew in. I raised an eyebrow at the sight, what? While I here snickering beside me, "My friendly, card carrying cupids, they will be roving around the school today delivering your valentines! And the fun doesn't stop here! I'm sure my colleagues will want to enter in the spirit! Professor Snape can show you how to whip up a love potion, while Professor Flitwick, knows more about entrancing enchantments than any wizard I've ever met, the sly dog" Lockhart beamed winking at both of the professors he named.
"So, stupid." Malfoy mumbled next to me.
I nodded, "Agreed, now lets get, before we're forced to hear more" I mumbled, getting up from my seat, to leave, Draco joined me as his fat pair were in tow.
But we're stopped as not only Draco, but I, we both were stopped by the flying cupids.
"For " One said, handing me a card, while the other did the same with Draco. Taking it I just put it into my pocket not reading it, as I began my walk again, passing the two cupids.
"Hey love, who's it from?" Draco questioned, getting in sync with me, I shrugged, "Come on, lets find out whom is crushing on the great Ravenclaw, eh?"
I just rolled my eyes, as we made it to transfiguration, taking our usual seats in the front of the class, that was slowly filing up with Slytherins and Gryffindors. Once Mcgonagall swept into the class, the class immediately calmed down, becoming silent.
"In honor of Saint Valentine, todays class will revolve around him. Now who knows who he or his story?" McGonagall questioned, Hermione and a few other girls raised their hand, me being one of them. "Good, " She called on my Gryffindor friend, to share.
"He was a temple priest who was beheaded, by an emperor named Claudius the second, he was beheaded for helping people wed." She shared. McGonagall nodded.
"Yes, now they may have killed the man, but not his spirit. Even centuries after his death, the story of Valentine's self sacrificing commitment to love was legendary in Rome. , I presume you know why they picked February fourteenth, as the day of celebration"
I nodded, "It was believed that birds, particularly lovebirds, owls and doves, find their mate that day. " I shared.
"Good, Now we will be transfiguration the teacups in front of you into something appropriate for this occasion. There are four different spells, all four are on the board, copy them down, then practice them" She ordered waving her hand, signalling to start. Enchanting my quill to write down the notes, and the spells I began to practice the first spell. Causing the steam in the cup to turn into a heart, freezing on the outside of it, while the inside. It was pretty. I picked up the glass heart, filled with the steam. I could feel it melting in my fingers. Curious about how fragile it was, I applied pressure, pressing my fingers a bit harder as time went on, till it cracked where my thumb was. It then melted.
The rest of class went uneventful, as was with the rest of the morning. Walking to the great hall, I'm stopped as I'm jerked to the side. I turned to glare, only to see it was Harry.
"Hagrid, it was Hagrid! He opened the Chamber of Secrets 50 years ago!" He whispered.
I tilted my head, "What? No he didn't, have you met Hagrid? How did you get to the conclusion?"
He's about to talk, but stopped, I narrowed my eyes, staring into his, entering his memories.
I see the memory of him writing into a book, I recognized it, the diary then wrote back, and then it seemed that Tom was showing memory of the book, of Tom. It showed Tom Riddle, cornering Hagrid, who had a box, there was something in it. They talked, Tom was accusing the young Hagrid for the killings, blaming whatever was in the box.
Out of his memories, I looked at him eye wide, I needed to get the diary back. I needed to get it, I needed to destroy it. Somehow.
"...But I lost the diary" He mumbled, while I was playing quidditch.
"Harry, it wasn't Hagrid" I snapped at him. Not only did he have the diary, but he lost it and fell for Tom's lies. I needed to find the diary. "I need to go to the library" I whispered, I needed to calm my rage. I stomped away going to the library.
It had become late, Capone sitting on the desk while I read up on the future electives of third year, I honestly, didn't know what I wanted to be in. They all were interesting in their own aspects, all can prove to be challenging. Ancient Runes, would teach me to read runic scriptures. Muggle Studies, well would teach me about Muggles. Divination would be a more advance and not as limited as Xylomancy. Care of Magical Creatures, maybe I'd learn about those pretty skeletal pegasus, as well as other interesting creatures. Then there's Arithmancy a more reliable way to read the future, with numbers. I looked up only to see Capone looking in one direction, his ears prickled, he'd stop grooming himself and was looking. I was curious, then with my Metamorphmagus ability, I added a pair of antennaes. I then heard it again. the sound of sliding, slithering in the walls. The basilisk. It's going to attack. I got up from my seat, quickly shoving everything into my bag, Capone already jumped to me, ending up on my shoulder. Holding tightly while I ran down the halls, I needed to catch it, stop it!
Turning a corridor I fell backwards, stopping myself from running as I had seen on the floor. Someone was on the ground, the familiar fluffy curly brown hair, I recognized. It was Hermione, I then leaned forward over her, seeing her eyes and mouth wide open, in her hand was a mirror. she must've figured out what it was as well. I felt my heart beating rapidly,and my breathing becoming shallow and quick, almost getting caught in my throat.
"No no no" I whispered, "Why you, why?" I began to whimper slightly, I felt a mixture of emotions, anger, sadness, and others. I couldn't put a name on my current emotion. I didn't even hear or notice that McGonagall had shown up, she was sitting next to me, crouched looking over Hermione. I looked at her, as her mouth moved, but I couldn't hear her say anything. I could just hear my mind racing, I looked back at Hermione. I felt a tear fell from my face, I hadn't even full register that it was black, I didn't even realize I was crying. I got up, from Hermione, as someone came to get her, I couldn't control my legs as they walked me over to the wall, then turned to jelly, causing me to fall to the hard ground, pulling my knees close, I buried my face in them, and held my head, somewhat pulling my hair.
I wasn't quick enough, maybe if I had shown up, I could've done something. I could've paralyzed the basilisk maybe, or something.
"Ms. Ravenclaw, come with us" I looked up at Dumbledore, who was looking at me with a look I couldn't read. With him were McGonagall and Snape.
"I - I, know it's to much of a coincidence. I-I didn't do it" I whispered, getting up, "I don't blame if you don't believe me" I wiped my face, as it started to feel stick from the blood filled tears.