CHAPTER THIRTEEN: ONE STEP CLOSER
I was let out of the Hospital Wing the next morning with my bones fully grown. I was relieved to know that I wouldn't be boneless for the rest of my life. Lockhart was so lucky that he wouldn't have to feel my wraith.
I ended up finding Ron and Hermione in Moaning Myrtles bathroom working on the Polyjuice Potion. My sudden appearance ended up scaring them. They had thought that a schoolgirl or professor had entered.
'Relax, it's only me,' I said. 'I figured you'd be here.'
'Yeah, we were going to come and meet you, but we decided to get started on the Polyjuice Potion, especially after that attack on Colin,' Ron explained.
'How do you know about the attack?' I asked.
'We overheard McGonagall telling Flitwick. How do you know?'
'I was awake when they brought him into the Hospital Wing, but there is more. The Chamber has been opened once before.'
Ron and Hermione looked at me quickly.
'It has been opened before?' Hermione was looking startled.
'Of course, Lucius Malfoy must have opened it when he was at school here, and now he has taught Draco how to do it,' Ron said confidently.
'Maybe, but I think Dumbledore and McGonagall already know who it is,' I informed them quietly.
'What makes you say that?' asked Hermione.
'McGonagall asked Dumbledore who he thought was behind it and he replied saying that they both know who it is, but they don't know how it is possible. This makes me think that it isn't Malfoy. So making the potion will be a waste of time.'
'We don't know this for sure,' said Hermione. 'I think we should still check.'
'If that's what you want,' I muttered, sitting down and watching Hermione work. 'So, have you figured out where we are going to get the other ingredients?'
'I think our best chance is stealing from Snape.'
'Are you insane? If he catches us, he'll skin us alive!' Ron exclaimed.
'I know it's risky, but I think our best chance is to create a diversion during Potions and then I'll sneak off.'
'Well, if you're volunteering,' said Ron.
'I've got a better idea,' I said suddenly. 'Can you give me a list of the ingredients that you need?'
'Sure, but why?' Hermione asked suspiciously.
'I'm obviously going to get the ingredients now. I'll use my invisibility cloak. He'll never know that I was there.'
'I like that plan better,' said Ron.
'So do I,' Hermione admitted, writing out the list of ingredients she still needed.
With the list of ingredients in hand, I made my way to Uncle Severus' personal quarters, not even bothering to go to get my invisibility cloak. I knew that being the Potion Masters' niece had its benefits.
Once at Uncle Severus' quarters, I looked around and saw the corridor was deserted. I then turned back to the entrance and muttered the password. I entered the room and became my true self again. I was hoping that Uncle Severus wouldn't be home, but he was.
'Harri, what are you doing here?' he asked, looking up from the homework he was marking.
'Does a niece need a reason to see her uncle?' I asked innocently.
'I guess not,' Uncle Severus laughed as she went and sat across from him. 'How's your arm?'
'Oh, it's fine.'
'Good. I could have strangled Lockhart. I know Mother was as furious if not more upset than Madam Pomfrey. I heard that you lost your temper with him too.'
'Would you expect anything less?'
'No. You have your mother's temper,' Uncle Severus admitted.
'So what are you marking?' I asked conversationally, stealing a handful of crisps from the bowl in front of him.
'Your class' Potion's homework,' he replied, looking up at me. He didn't look too thrilled.
'Have you marked mine?' I asked casually.
'Yes, and I'm not too happy with the mark either,' he informed me sternly. 'You only just passed.'
'At least I passed.'
'That doesn't matter, Harri. What matters is the fact remains that at times you completely missed the point. Even scarier is that you were helping me with the said Potion during the holidays.'
'That was during the holidays. A lot has happened since then.'
'Even so, you need to put more effort in.'
'Yes, Uncle Severus.' I sighed, before stealing some more crisps.
For an hour I sat there, calmly talking to my uncle. That was until he realised that he had to get to a staff meeting.
'Would you mind if I hung out here for a bit longer?' I asked as he headed for the exit.
'Why would you want to do that?' he said, looking a little concerned. 'Are you fighting with your friends?'
'Oh no, it's nothing like that!' I laughed. 'No, I'm just trying to avoid Lockhart.'
'In that case, stay as long as you want,' Uncle Severus said seriously. He then left.
I waited a few minutes to make sure he was definitely gone, before sneaking into his personal potions lab. I immediately went over to the cupboards and stole the necessary ingredients, before hurrying back to Ron and Hermione.
'Got them,' I said as I walked inside, scaring them again.
'What took you so long?' asked Ron.
'Snape was in there,' I replied. 'I had to wait until he was gone. It would look suspicious otherwise, if he saw the cupboard door opening but no one there.' Hey, it wasn't a complete lie. Uncle Severus was indeed there and I did have to wait until he was gone.
'Well I think you did a marvellous job,' Hermione praised, smiling up at me. 'Snape will never know that it was us! Anyway, at this rate, it should be ready by the Christmas holidays.'
'Does it really matter?' asked Ron. 'It's not like we'll be able to use it. Malfoy goes home of the Christmas holidays.'
It was true that Draco did go home for the Christmas holidays, by in the second week of December, when Grandmother came collecting names of those who would be staying at school for Christmas, we discovered that Draco was staying. This naturally struck us as very suspicious. The holidays would be the perfect time to use the Polyjuice Potion and try to worm a confession out of him.
A week later, Ron, Hermione, and I were walking across the entrance hall when they saw a small knot of people gathered around the notice board, reading a piece of parchment that had just been pinned up. Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas beckoned us over excitedly.
'What's going on?' I asked, unable to see the notice on the notice board.
'They're starting a Duelling Club!' Seamus informed us. 'The first meeting is tonight! I wouldn't mind duelling lessons; they might come in handy one of these days.'
'Indeed it would be,' I said thoughtfully as Ron pushed through the crowd to read the notice. Hermione and I just stood there waiting for him.
So at eight o'clock that evening my friends and I 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 silky black once more and most of the school seemed to be packed beneath it, all carrying their wands and looking excited.
'I wonder who'll be teaching us,' Hermione said as we edged into the chattering crowd. 'Someone told me Flitwick was a duelling champion when he was young - maybe it'll be him.'
'I don't care who it is as long as it isn't Lockhart,' I said, before groaning as the said idiot walked onto the stage. 'Kill me now,' I muttered. This was definitely going to be a long night.
However, it interested me to see Uncle Severus follow Lockhart onto stage. Maybe this would be fun after all.
Lockhart waved an arm for silence and called, 'Gather round, gather round! Can everyone see me? Can you all hear me?'
'Unfortunately, yes,' I grumbled, making Ron snort and Hermione give me a disapproving look.
'Excellent! Now, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little duelling club, to train you all in case you ever need to defend yourselves as I myself have done on countless occasions - for full details, see my published works. Now let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape,' said Lockhart, flashing a wide smile. 'He tells me he knows a tiny little 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!'
Uncle Severus' upper lip was curling. I wondered why Lockhart was still smiling; most people would have been wise enough to run in the opposite direction, but since when has Lockhart ever been wise?
Lockhart and Uncle Severus turned to face each other and bowed; at least, Lockhart did, with much twirling of his hands, whereas Uncle Severus jerked his head irritably. They then 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. 'On 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 that,' I murmured, watching Uncle Severus baring his teeth. I knew that Uncle Severus would gladly rid the world of the buffoon before him.
'One - two - three –'
Both of them swung their wands above their heads and pointed them at their opponent.
'Expelliarmus!' Uncle Severus cried.
There was a dazzling flash of scarlet light and Lockhart was blasted off his feet: He flew backward off the stage, smashed into the wall, and slid down it to sprawl on the floor. Uncle Severus carelessly looked down at his wand, not particularly bothered about what he just did.
Draco and some of the other Slytherins cheered, while I tried not to laugh. I bet Uncle Severus loved being given the chance to attack Lockhart. Hermione, however, was dancing on tiptoes, looking highly concerned.
'Do you think he's alright?' she squealed.
'Who cares?' Ron and I laughed.
Lockhart got unsteadily to his feet. His hat had fallen off and his wavy hair was standing on end.
'Well, there you have it!' he said, staggering 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…'
'Really? Then let's go again and we can show the students how to block unfriendly spells?' Uncle Severus suggested, looking murderous.
Lockhart paled.
'Actually I think we should have a volunteered student pair up here!' he said quickly. 'Um, Harry, Weasley… how about you?'
'Weasley's wand causes devastation with the simplest spells,' Uncle Severus dismissed immediately. 'We'll be sending Potter to the hospital wing in a matchbox.'
Ron went red.
I knew why Uncle Severus didn't want me duelling Ron. He didn't want to see me get hurt by one of Ron's malfunctioning spells.
'Let's have Malfoy up here instead,' Uncle Severus said with a twisted smile.
I looked at Uncle Severus, stunned. He was seriously going to pair us together. Did he want the Hall destroyed?
'Excellent idea!' said Lockhart, quickly. He clearly didn't want to mess with Uncle Severus any more.
Draco and I climbed up onto the stage, before facing each other.
'Scared, Potter?' Draco asked with one of his famous smirks.
'You wish,' I said with a laugh. I faced Voldemort last year, so why would I be scared of a fellow second year, and Draco at that?
'On the count of three, cast your spell to disarm your opponent, only to disarm. We don't want any accidents here,' said Lockhart. 'One… two…'
'Everte Statum!' Draco yelled.
I watch helplessly as a bright light shot out from his wand, hitting me in the chest and sending me flying backwards. I landed painfully on the end of the stage. Growling slightly, I got up confidently, making Draco's smile disappear slightly.
'Rictusempra,' I said calmly, before laughing as Draco began to laugh as he was tickled.
'Finite Incantatem,' Uncle Severus said, pointing his wand at Draco, who instantly stopped laughing and glared at me.
'Serpensortia!' he barked out.
To my surprise, a long black snake shot out of his wand and slowly began to slither towards me. There were screams from the crowd, but I took no notice of them, I just stared at the snake, debating what to do.
'Don't worry, Harry, I'll get rid of it for you,' Lockhart said confidently.
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 to the floor with a loud smack. Enraged, hissing furiously, it slithered straight toward Justin Finch-Fletchley and raised itself again, fangs exposed, poised to strike.
Just as Uncle Severus was about to get rid of it, he paused as he saw me walking toward it.
'Leave him alone!' I told it coldly.
It ignored me.
'Leave him alone!' I ordered again.
This time it turned to look at me.
'I won't hurt you,' I told it quietly. I bent down before picking it up. It was tense at first, but then it relaxed in my arms. It was truly a beautiful snake.
'What do you think you're playing at?' Justin suddenly shouted.
I looked at him confused, only to see that everyone was looking at me strangely, though Uncle Severus was rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Not liking the looks I was getting, and not understanding why everyone was looking at me in fear and horror, I quickly left the hall and went to Uncle Severus' quarters to hide from everyone.
It was on Uncle Severus' couch that Uncle Severus, Grandmother and Grandfather found me. I still had the snake.
'Harri, are you alright?' Grandmother asked, sitting on the couch next to me, and pulling me into a hug.
'No. I don't understand what happened,' I told her with a slight sob. 'Why was everyone looking at me like that?'
'It's because you scared them, sweet heart,' Grandfather told me gently, sitting on my other side.
'How? I didn't do anything!'
'You spoke Parseltongue.'
'I spoke what?'
'Parseltongue; it means that you have the ability to talk to snakes,' Grandfather explained.
'By how did that scare them?' I did not understand any of this. 'Surely loads of people can do it!'
Uncle Severus shook his head.
'No, they can't. It is not a very common gift. For those who can speak Parseltongue, they basically hear themselves speaking English, but everyone else hears them hissing. They hear a different language.'
'Why does it matter though? I saved Justin!'
'I know, honey, but being a Parselmouth is seeing as something dark,' said Grandmother. 'That is why my direct line has kept it hidden from the rest of the world.'
'You are a Parseltongue too?' I looked quickly up at her.
'Yes. So is your great grandmother, both your uncles and your father was one too.'
'But why?'
'It has been passed down for generations, ever since Salazar Slytherin himself.'
'What?'
'We are the Hairs of Slytherin.'
'But that message on the wall and the attack on Mrs Norris and Colin –'
'We don't know who that was, Harri,' said Grandfather.
'But you can see why your schoolmates were scared of you,' Uncle Severus said quietly. 'They think you are the one attacking. Be prepared for some tough months.'
'This stinks!' I complained.
'I know it does, baby, I know it does.'
-THE UNMASKED MYSTERY-
Uncle Severus was right when he said that my life was going to become horrible now that everyone found out I was a Parseltongue. From that night on, many people would run away from me or whisper about me behind my back. Only a handful of people weren't stupid enough to believe that I was the attacker. Ron and Hermione, of course, were by my side at all times, and Fred and George had even tried to lighten the mood by jokingly going everywhere saying how I was a seriously dangerous wizard to those who were scared of me. They were saying it sarcastically, of course.
I honestly couldn't wait until the holidays where most of the school would be going home and I wouldn't have to worry about people skirting me in the corridors or running away from me. Unfortunately, a double attack happened before the holidays, and I had to be the one to find it.
I had been heading to the bathroom when I tripped over something. Turning to see what I had tripped over, I felt my jaw drop. It was Justin, and he had been petrified. Next to him was a petrified Nearly Headless Nick.
I got to my feet, my breathing fast and shallow, with my heart doing a kind of drumroll against my ribs. I looked wildly up and down the deserted corridor and saw a line of spiders scuttling as fast as they could away from the bodies. The only sounds were the muffled voices of teachers from the classes on either side.
I was debating what to do when Peeves the Poltergeist appeared, which was just my luck.
'Why, it's potty wee Potter!' he cackled, knocking my glasses askew as he bounced past me. 'What's Potter up to? Why's Potter lurking –'
Peeves stopped, halfway through a mid-air somersault. Upside down, he spotted Justin and Nearly Headless Nick. He flipped the right way up, filled his lungs and, before I could stop him, screamed:
'ATTACK! ATTACK! ANOTHER ATTACK! NO MORTAL OR GHOST IS SAFE! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! ATTAAAACK!'
D after door flew open along the corridor and people flooded out. For several long minutes, there was a scene of such confusion that Justin was in danger of being squashed and people kept standing in Nearly Headless Nick. I found myself pinned against the wall as the teachers shouted for quiet. Grandmother came running, followed by her own class. She used her wand to set off a loud bang, which restored silence, and ordered everyone back into their classes. No sooner had the scene cleared somewhat than Ernie Macmillan, Justin's friend, arrived, panting, on the scene.
'Caught in the act!' he yelled, his face stark white, pointing his finger dramatically at me.
'That will do, Macmillan!' Grandmother said sharply.
Justin ended up being carried up to the hospital wing by Flitwick and Professor Aurora Sinistra of the Astronomy department, but nobody seemed to know what to do for Nearly Headless Nick. In the end, Grandmother conjured a large fan out of thin air, which she gave to Ernie with instructions to waft Nearly Headless Nick up the stairs. She then hurried me away from the accusing crowds' glares and frightened looks.
When word spread of the double attack, even more people scrambled to put their names down to go home for the holidays, not that I cared. The more people that left, the better. I couldn't take much more of the accusing looks.
Then, on Christmas Eve, Hermione informed Ron and me that the Polyjuice Potion would be ready the next day.
'Watch out, Harry,' said Ron, 'you're about to get the best Christmas present this year; a free name!'
My friends and I ended up spending Christmas morning together, but for lunch time, I made an excuse to get away from them to see my family and have Christmas lunch with them. It turned out to be most enjoyable. This was my first ever loving family Christmas. I knew that I would remember it always.
That night, I had Christmas dinner with the Weasleys and Hermione, however, when Fred, George, Percy and Ginny left the table, Hermione, Ron and I remained. We were going to take the Polyjuice Potion tonight.
'We still need a bit of the people you're changing into,' Hermione said matter-of-factly as we went over the plan again, 'and obviously, it'll be best if you can get something of Crabbe's and Goyle's; they're Malfoys best friends, he'll tell them anything. We also need to make sure the real Crabbe and Goyle can't burst in on us while we're interrogating him. That is why I've filled these with a simple Sleeping Draught. All you have to do is make sure Crabbe and Goyle find them. You know how greedy they are, they're bound to eat them. Once they're asleep, pull out a few of their hairs and hide them in a broom closet.'
'Whose hair are you ripping out?' I asked.
'I've already got mine!' Hermione said brightly, pulling a tiny bottle out of her pocket and showing them the single hair inside it. 'Millicent Bulstrode, I got this off her robes.'
'And how are you going to make sure she doesn't come charging in?'
'She's gone home for the holidays.'
'Won't Malfoy be suspicious that you are her then?'
'No. I'll just tell everyone that I changed my mind and decided to come back.'
When Hermione had bustled off to check on the Polyjuice Potion, Ron and I started our operation to get Crabbe and Goyle's hair. We lurked in the deserted entrance hall after Christmas tea, waiting for Crabbe and Goyle who had remained alone at the Slytherin table, shovelling down fourth helpings of trifle. I had perched the chocolate cakes on the end of the banisters. When we spotted Crabbe and Goyle coming out of the Great Hall, we hid quickly hid behind a suit of armour next to the front door.
'How thick can you get?' Ron asked in a whisper as Crabbe delightedly pointed out the cakes to Goyle and grabbed them.
Grinning stupidly, they stuffed the cakes whole into their large mouths. For a moment, both of them chewed ravenously, looks of triumph on their faces. Then, without the smallest change of expression, they both keeled over backward onto the floor.
'How can Malfoy be friends with someone so stupid?' I wondered aloud as we heaved and dragged the two unconscious Slytherins into the broom cupboard. 'He must have a lot of patience.'
'If you say so,' replied Ron as he pulled out several of Crabbe's hairs. I did the same with Goyle.
After stealing their shoes too, our own were far too small for Crabbe- and Goyle-size feet, we sprinted to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.
'Did you get them?' Hermione asked the moment we entered the bathroom.
I showed her Goyle's hair.
'Good. And I sneaked these spare robes out of the laundry,' Hermione said, holding up a small sack. 'You'll need bigger sizes once you're Crabbe and Goyle.'
The three of us stared into the cauldron. Close up, the potion looked like thick, dark mud, bubbling sluggishly. It definitely wouldn't be an appealing drink.
Hermione then poured the potion into three separate glasses. With the classes in hand, we each went into separate cubicles where we dressed into the rooms Hermione nicked. With this done, we added the hairs before drinking the potion at the exact same time.
It was disgusting. I had never tasted anything so vile! It was also painful. Immediately my insides started writhing as though I had just swallowed live snakes. Doubled up, I wondered whether I was going to be sick. A burning sensation so followed as it spread rapidly from my stomach to the very ends of my fingers and toes - next, bringing me gasping to all fours, came a horrible melting feeling, as the skin all over my body bubbled like hot wax - and before my eyes, my hands began to grow, fingers thickened, nails broadened, and knuckles bulging like bolts. My shoulders stretched painfully and a prickling on my forehead told me that my hair was creeping down toward my eyebrows.
However, as suddenly as it had started, everything stopped. I then realised that my glasses were clouding my eyes because Goyle obviously didn't need them. I took them off and called, 'Are you two okay?' Goyle's low rasp of a voice issued from my mouth.
'Yeah,' said the deep grunt of Crabbe from my right.
I unlocked my door and stepped in front of the cracked mirror. Goyle stared back at me out of dull, deep-set eyes. Ron's door opened. We stared at each other. Except for the fact that he looked pale and shocked, Ron was distinguishable from Crabbe, from the pudding-bowl haircut to the long, gorilla arms.
'We'd better get going,' I said. 'We've still got to find out where the Slytherin common room is. I only hope we can find someone to follow.'
Then banged on the cubicle door Hermione was behind.
'Let's go Hermione!'
'I - I don't think I'm going to come after all. You go on without me,' came Hermione's high pitched-reply.
'Hermione, are you okay?' I asked with my voice full of concern.
'I'm fine, just go!'
Finding the Slytherin common room ended up being quite difficult. Thankfully, Draco ended up finding them.
'There you are,' he drawled, looking at them. 'Have you two been pigging out in the Great Hall all this time?'
Ron and I nodded our heads.
'Why doesn't that surprise me?' Draco sighed, before leading them towards the common room.
Once inside the Slytherin common room, Draco longed in a couch, while Ron and I sat awkwardly in the couch across from him.
'You know, I'm surprised the Daily Prophet hasn't reported all these attacks yet,' Draco said thoughtfully. 'I suppose Dumbledore's trying to hush it all up. He'll be sacked if it doesn't stop soon. Father's always said old Dumbledore's the worst thing that's ever happened to this place.'
'You're wrong!' I snapped, before realising my big mistake. I had been outraged about him talking about my grandfather like he was, that I forgot the reason we were here.
'What? Do you think that there is someone here that is worse than Dumbledore?' Draco demanded.
'Harry Potter?' I suggested quickly. I knew that he would hate me so this was a good cover up. I was shocked by his answer, though.
'Saint Potter, the Mudbloods' friend?' Draco laughed slightly. Nah, he's not that bad. I still can't believe they think he is the Heir of Slytherin. He's friends with a Mudblood, shouldn't that tell people something?'
'Do you know who it is?' I asked cautiously.
Draco looked at me.
'Your continuous faith in my knowledge is both flattering and stupid, Goyle,' he replied. 'What on earth makes you think I know who is behind it? The only thing I know is that the last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened – fifty years ago -, a Mudblood died. So I bet it's a matter of time before one of them is killed this time.'
'D'you know if the person who opened the Chamber last time was caught?'
'Oh, yeah... whoever it was ended up being expelled,' replied Draco. 'They're probably still in Azkaban.'
'Azkaban?'
'Azkaban - the wizard prison, Goyle,' said Draco, looking at me in disbelief. 'Honestly, if you were any slower, you'd be going backwards. Anyway, I'm going to bed. Dinner with my godfather has worn me out. Night.'
The moment Draco had disappeared, Ron and I left the common room, and not a moment too soon. The potion had already begun to wear off.
By the time they had arrived back at Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, they were back to their old selves again, in robes that were way too big for them. I felt as though I was wearing something of Dudley's.
'Hermione, come out, we've got loads to tell you –' began Ron.
'Go away!' Hermione squeaked.
Ron and I looked at each other.
'What's the matter?' said Ron. 'You must be back to normal by now, we are.'
A young ghost girl, who I assumed to be Moaning Myrtle, glided suddenly through the stall door, looking jubilant.
'Ooooh, wait till you see,' she said. 'It's awful.'
Ron and I heard the lock slide back and Hermione emerged, sobbing, her robes pulled up over her head.
'Hermione, what's wrong?' I was getting very concerned now.
Hermione let her robes fall and Ron backed into the sin, while my eyes widened dramatically. Her face was covered in black fur. Her eyes had turned yellow and there were long, pointed ears poking through her hair.
'It was a c-cat hair!' she howled. 'M-Millicent Bulstrode m-must have a cat! And the p-potion isn't supposed to be used for animal transformations!'
'Uh-oh,' said Ron.
'You'll be teased something dreadful,' Myrtle said happily.
'It's okay, Hermione,' I said quickly. 'We'll take you up to the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey never asks too many questions.'
Hermione hesitantly nodded her head and allowed herself to be led out of the bathroom.
'Please tell me you discovered it was him,' she sobbed to me.
'Actually, we got nothing out of it,' I said. 'I hate to say, but I told you it wouldn't be Malfoy.'
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