[AN: In this chapter I have actual quotes from the second book. They are not mine, I do not own them, and I am simply adding detail to the story.]

September first finally came around, and I couldn't have been happier. Emma and I talked the entire ride to Hogwarts. Neville sat with us, though he didn't say much. Our conversation was only interrupted once by Hermione. She was looking for Harry and Ron. Apparently, neither of them were onboard the train. None of us had seen them, and were thusly no help to Hermione.

The start of term went on as, what I suppose would be considered, normal. The first years were Sorted and classes started up right away. Defense Against the Dark Arts was the most… interesting class we had.

For starters, our new teacher was none other than Gilderoy Lockhart, and our first lesson was a trivia quiz about himself to see if we'd read his books. Emma and I both had, and passed with full marks, but neither of us felt that it was a proper use of our time. After all, why would a Dark wizard care what Lockhart's ideal gift is? Or his favorite color? Lessons didn't get much better after that. He didn't really seem to understand, or at least know, what he was talking about. Everything came back to his books, and by extension, himself. I found it rather irritating.

Quidditch started up, which was nice. I eagerly awaited the first match. Until I heard about Draco: he was the new Slytherin Seeker, and our father got the team new Nimbus 2001s. I knew that he'd bought his way onto the team, but was too caught up in my studies to have time to do anything about it.

Besides that though, Halloween was very interesting. After the feast, everyone left to go to their respective dormitories; our passage, however, was delayed near the girls' bathroom. I couldn't see what the problem was, but my curiosity fled when I heard a familiar voice.

"Enemies of the heir, beware! You'll be next, Mudbloods!" I didn't care what he meant, really, all I wanted to do was make him take that one word back. I didn't care if it meant detention for the rest of the year. My efforts were stalled by the arrival of Mr. Filch, who was soon followed by a handful of teachers. He was yelling something about his cat. The crowd moved to let the teachers pass, and everyone mulled around for a moment before heading on. Emma and I were one of the last students to leave. On the wall, written in what seemed to be blood, was a message that chilled me to the bone: THE CHAMBER OF SECERTS HAS BEEN OPENED. ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE. I wanted to go to the library very badly, as I wanted a copy of Hogwarts: A History, but Emma said she'd managed to fit hers in her trunk. We poured over the book, looking for anything on the Chamber, but could only find bits and pieces of legend. And it was nothing I hadn't already known.

Nothing happened, and then a first year was attacked. As horrible and frightening as it was, I still didn't want to go home for the holidays. Professor Lockhart set up a dueling club, which I went to, and it was a miserable failure. Though, as an outcome of the events, Harry Potter was accused of being the Heir of Slytherin. I didn't believe it though. Sure he could talk to snakes, but if he had been egging the snake on, why did the snake back down? It didn't seem right to me. Of course, I was one of the few that thought so.

Then, there was a double attack. The hidden trade of "amulets" grew tremendously. I even began to consider going home, but an owl from my parents changed that. Their letter seemed a bit cryptic, but I understood that I was not to come home, and neither was Draco.

Nothing odd happened during the holidays, though I was quite lonely. Emma had gone home, insisting it wasn't because she was afraid, but because she wanted to spend Christmas with her family. I knew she was worried though. Both of us had noticed that the two students that had been attacked were Muggle-born.

The start of the new term went smoothly, of course, until another double attack. This time it was Hermione and Penelope, one of the Ravenclaw prefects. Some people seemed a bit put off that a prefect had been attacked, but mostly people started to apologize to Harry. And yet there were others that were upset that the news cancelled a Quidditch match and created a load of new rules. On top of that, Hogwarts might be closed. And then the Gamekeeper was taken to Azkaban. A dark cloud hung over Hogwarts for weeks.

Near the end of term, the mandrakes were ready and the students were un-petrified. The Chamber had been closed by Harry and Lockhart lost his memory. Nothing much more was said about the events in the Chamber, other than somehow Ginny Weasley was involved. Gryffindor, needless to say, won the House cup.

On the train, Emma and I shared a compartment with Neville, and a Ravenclaw first year, Luna Lovegood. Luna was odd, but really quite sweet. Emma and I had talked to her often. She kept talking about Nargles and wackspurts and all sorts of creatures I hadn't heard of before. The train ride home was over much too quickly, and I was sad to go home.

I was not prepared though, for the news awaiting me there…

[AN: Well, that's through her 2nd year now. I'm sorry if her school days seem boring, but I feel that from the perspective of students other than the Golden trio, the first 3 years are rather calm and uninteresting. I plan to make her life more interesting in her 4th year and beyond, so just bear with me!]