Bloom, Harry, Ron, and Hermione are in the third-floor girl's bathroom, and Bloom can't believe she agreed to this - but they waited a month, the time it would have taken them to make the potion, so Bloom could be sure she has the spell down.
Moaning Myrtle warmed up to them after a few minutes and a story from Bloom about how the Trix froze her in a block of ice.
Bloom's holding her spellbook, and flipping through pages.
Harry and Ron took one look at the complicated incantations and immediately backed away - Hermione finds it interesting but frustrating that she can't do them.
Bloom looks at all of them and actually looks nervous.
"You guys are sure about this?"
Hermione nods and says "Yes, we need to know if Draco knows about the Slytherin's heir. You know the spell, just use it on him and hope nobody comes in while he's spilling everything."
Bloom swallows, then nods and squeezes her eyes shut for a moment.
She starts saying the words of the spell under her breath, and as they watch she becomes a total stranger.
She's got hair that's brown and cut around her chin, her eyes are chocolate brown, and she's got fair skin and a few inches less for height.
Her robes are the same, except the symbol on them is Slytherin's snake now, and even her wand looks completely different.
She takes a look in the mirror, then brushes a piece of hair back behind her ear.
They've never really seen her nervous before, so this is a new experience.
Hermione asks "You said the spell won't quit suddenly?"
"Yeah, it feeds off my powers. It'll only stop when I do the reverse incantation. Now, time for an interrogation of Hogwarts's most conceited student."
They all laugh for a moment, and Bloom nervously walks out the door - after thinking up a name to call herself.
They left her Spellbook hidden in the forbidden bathroom so she'd know where it was and could read the incantation in secret.
It takes a few hours, where Harry is going crazy with worry for her, but she comes back eventually.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione all look at her expectantly, but she says "He's clueless, absolutely nothing about the Chamber or Slytherin's heir."
Ron asks "Your kidding, right? It's Draco we're talking about here."
"Yeah, I know. But I'm telling you, he knows absolutely nothing about what's going on. So we're back to square one for this mess."
She sighs and goes to a couch and gets out her sketchbook.
It calms her down, and it's something she can do without risking blowing her cover if she draws stuff from Earth only.
Bloom eventually decides to visit Moaning Myrtle again, but finds her sobbing instead.
"Are you here to throw a book at me to?"
Bloom says "No, never. Why would I even do something like that anyway?"
Myrtle says "Because I can't feel it! 10 points if you hit her through the stomach, 50 if you get her through the head!"
Myrtle keeps sobbing, and Bloom sits down and says "Whoever made up a game like that is a brainless bigot with nothing better to do with their time. People like that aren't worth the tears and time Myrtle. You're nicer than them, your smarter than them, and I bet you could scare them out of their pants and make them mess their beds if you went into their dorm and floated so your head was sticking out of their bed one night."
Myrtle smiles weakly, and says "Thanks, I don't think I've had a friend in fifty years. Not since I was attending Hogwarts."
"What happened? You seem way too young to be a ghost."
"I was murdered. I don't know why, or even how really, but I was in here crying after some Slytherin's were picking on me because I wasn't a pureblooded witch - and then I saw something's eyes and I was just dead."
"Saw something? In here?"
"Yes, but I only saw the eyes, Bloom. Huge, yellow eyes."
"Thank you, Myrtle. Now, where's this book? Maybe I'll find whoever put it through you and put it through them."
Myrtle points Bloom over to a nearby book, and the title is 'The Diary of Tom Marvolo Riddle.'
"Hey Myrtle, do you any Tom Riddle?"
Myrtle gets angry and says "He was one of the Slytherins that loved to pick on me so much! That snaky little-"
"Easy Myrtle, he's long gone. It's just, it was his diary that fell through you. He was in Slytherin?"
"Yeah, and worse than the rest. He'd be all charming to whoever he needed to be, even some of the other ghosts were taken in, but anyone he deemed unworthy he just up and treated like rubbish."
Bloom says "Well, think of it this way. You'll be around long after he's gone to tell the world about how much of a bigot he was."
Myrtle grins now, and says "Somehow, that makes me feel better. Thank you, fairy."
Bloom looks shocked, and asks "You know…?"
"Most witches and Wizards find it impossible to tell the difference when you're not transformed - but if a mythical creature, say a ghost, spent enough time and saw you do a spell…"
"Oh, right. The illusion spell that didn't turn up anything. Please, keep it a secret. Nobody but my friends know I'm a fairy."
"Of course, we're friends after all."
Bloom breathes a sigh of relief, and says "Thank you Myrtle, really. If you ever want another horrifying story to listen to, come find me. I'll tell you about the time Harry and I faced the Dark Lord."
Myrtle nods, and Bloom leaves with the diary - even though just holding it gives her a very bad feeling.
At the Gryffindor common, room, Harry is looking through the book but finds it blank.
Bloom was getting a worse and worse feeling from it every second she was holding it - she could sense a dark magic in it, and immediately wanted nothing more to do with it.
In Magix, the only things with dark magic that strong are items used for extremely dark rituals - or that might have been cursed and hexed many times by a very powerful witch or dark wizard.
The only reason she didn't burn it magically on the spot is because she thinks it might have something to do with the chamber of secrets.
Harry tries to write something in the diary, but a drop of ink gets absorbed by the page when it falls.
Harry writes 'I am Harry Potter.'
The book writes back 'Hello Harry, I am Tom.'
"Um, Bloom…"
Bloom comes over and sees the two different writings on it.
"Harry, I'm getting really creeped out by this ghost book. First it has dark magic enough to nearly give me a headache, now its answering you when you write. This thing is possessed or something."
Harry has to agree with her unease, this thing is really creepy.
Bloom takes the quill and writes 'Do you know anything about the Chamber of Secrets?'
'Yes.'
Both Bloom and Harry get really interested, despite their unease and the warning feeling in Bloom's gut.
Harry writes 'Can you tell us?'
'No, but I can show you. Let me take you back fifty years ago…to June 13th.'
Suddenly Harry gets a vision - he can feel Bloom's resistance to the sudden magic, can feel a pain in his head that's coming from hers - and everything turns black and white.
He sees a girl dead on a stretcher being carried away by a few people, and one boy in particular catches his eye.
"Riddle! Come here."
There's a familiar man standing there, and the boy from before walks over.
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore?"
"It is not wise to be wandering around at this late hour Tom."
"Yes Professor, I-I suppose I had to s-see for myself if the rumors are true."
"They are, Tom. They are true."
"About the school as well? I don't have a home to go to. They wouldn't really close Hogwarts, would they?"
"I'm afraid Headmaster Dippet may have no choice in the matter."
Tom looks away for a moment, then asks "Sir, if it all stopped - if the person responsible was caught…"
"Is there something you wish to tell me?"
"No sir."
"Very well then, off you go."
Tom nods and heads off, and Harry follows.
Bloom's pain in his head has faded, but he doesn't know if that's because her head's stopped hurting, he's going deeper into the vision, or something else entirely.
He follows Tom to a door into the dungeons, and then deep into the dungeons where they see a man that also looks familiar to Harry.
"Let's get yeh out of there."
With a sudden start, Harry realizes the man is Hagrid when he was a student.
Tom says "Evening Hagrid, I'm going to have to turn you in. I don't think you meant for it to kill anyone, but-"
Hagrid interrupts, saying "You can't! You don't understand!"
"The dead girl's parents will be here tomorrow, the least Hogwarts can do is make sure the thing that killed their daughter is slaughtered."
Hagrid says "It wasn't him! Aragog never killed anyone!"
"Monsters don't make good pets Hagrid, now stand aside!"
"No!"
"Stand aside!"
"No!"
Hagrid moves in front of the box protectively, but it falls over and a large spider comes out.
Tom immediately points his wand at it, and yells "Cistem Aperio! Arania Exumai!"
Aragog dodges the attack though, and escapes.
Hagrid yells "Aragog! Aragog!"
Tom says "I can't let you go Hagrid, they'll have your wand for this. You'll be expelled."
Suddenly, the vision ends and Harry sees Bloom rip the book out of his hands.
She immediately slams it closed, and asks "What'd you see? What'd this thing show you?"
Harry tells her everything, and neither of them can believe half of it when spoken out loud.
AN: Looks like Bloom and Myrtle are friends now, unbelievable! On the bright side, they didn't break any school rules by stealing from Snape's stores and they have a new friend and possible source of info. Anyway, any ideas about what's going to happen in the Chamber of Secrets? Read and find out!