Hello, one and all! This story has over 600 viewers following and favoring this story and nearly 200 reviews I am so proud of this piece of art and we are on book two. But for now, let's get to the Q&A section.

Toa from Siberia: Yes but the plot needs to still go forward.

Gamelover41592: Yes they have and Harry learning his father's favorite type of music is going to be torture and with no Weird Al.

Mezentsevmichael: Oh yes they were great and if Lilith did appear in that letter instead. Harry's punishment would be more painful.

Uber Ghidorah: Bwahahaha! Yes, I am truly Evil as I know about Daniel Radcliffe's role as Weird Al and do not make him play one of his songs!

And So, like always, Let's dive into Hell!

Chapter 17: Mudblood, Deathday, and Writing On The Wall

Harry walked groggily on his first Saturday morning at Hogwarts. The first thing he wanted to do on his weekend was sleep in before visiting Hagrid at his hut for tea, checking on the half-giant and Norbert to see how he was handling the Firestorm Wyvern. However, those plans changed as Oliver Wood woke Harry and the rest of the Griffindor Quidditch team up at the crack of dawn just to get as much practice for his new training program. 'I love Quidditch as much as any other witch or wizard, but can't he at least wait till we are closer to the season,' Harry yawned, wishing he had a cup of coffee right now.

"Sorry for waking everyone up so early, but I'm excited," Oliver Wood apologized to everyone as they were in their uniforms and carrying their equipment.

Everyone was groggy and yawned as they marched through the halls. "I mean, we all love this game, but at least let us have something to eat before we start practice," Harry said, wishing he had a slice of toast at minimum.

"Yeah, Wood. What's got you ready to fly into the sunrise," Katie questioned.

"I spent the summer devising a whole new Quidditch program," Oliver told the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. "We're going to train earlier, harder, and longer. Help us take the Quidditch Cup after our star Seeker was in the hospital wing last year." Hearing that, Harry and the others nodded as they did want to compete in every match they could for the year.

Stepping out of the castle's halls and seeing the Quidditch pitch in the distance, the 2nd-year Seeker smiled. Harry missed being in the air as it was one of the few things he couldn't do back home in Hell with the turf wars going on and the Kingpins gaining more territories to seize control or make it to Overlord status. Holding his Nimbus 2000, Harry was about ready to race off against Fred and George on foot. "Wait for us, Harry," Fred exclaimed.

"No flying off on your broom, either," George added with a smirk just as Ron and Hermione were seen approaching the team, likely to watch the practice for themselves. While at the Burrow, Harry bunked with Ron and saw that his room was covered in wallpaper and posters depicting his favorite Quidditch team, the Chudley Cannons. Harry thought that meant Ron wanted to try and join the team as well, so he and the twins were fine with the youngest Weasley brother watching the practice. "Come on, Ron. You could learn a thing or two if you want to join the team someday," George told his little brother.

As the team went by, Harry noticed a familiar housemate with a camera running up toward the team. "Look over here, Harry," Colin shouted excitedly as he continued to take photos of the Boy Who Lived and some of the Gryffindor team.

"Looks like Harry can't escape the press here either," Fred joked as he and everyone else saw the blond-haired 11-year-old.

'Now I know the feeling Mom gets when she's surrounded by fans and the paparazzi,' Harry thought to himself as he tried to continue training with his team.

Suddenly, Oliver's mood soured when he saw another group of students heading their way. "What? I don't believe it," Wood muttered as he saw the Slytherin Quidditch team. "Where do you think you're going, Flint?"

"Quidditch practice," Marcus Flint stated like it was obvious.

"I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today. We even got up early to do so," Oliver stated, giving the other captain a firm glare.

"Easy, Wood," Flint smirked, showing his mismatched teeth. "I have a specially signed note here from Professor Snape," still grinning as he held out the yellow parchment to the Griffindor captain.

"I smell trouble," Ron muttered to Hermione

Wood unfolded the piece of paper and looked it over alongside the rest of the team. "I, Professor Severus Snape, do hereby give the Slytherin team permission to practice today, owing to train their new Seeker," he read aloud. "You have a new Seeker? Who?"

As soon as he asked, a familiar greased-up blonde stepped forward wearing the Slytherin Quidditch robes. "Malfoy," Harry hissed as he should have known that he would want to join in.

"That's right Magne, and that's not all that's new," Malfoy smirked as he was holding up a black wooden broom. In fact, the entire team was holding the same type of broom.

"Those are Nimbus 2001s," Ron said aloud as he and Hermione joined up with the Gryffindors. "How the bloody hell did you all get your hand on those?"

"A gift from Draco's father," Flint answered as he flicked a speck of dust from the end of his broom.

"You see, Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best," Malfoy smirked with pride.

"So, you begged your daddy to give everyone on your team new brooms that were slightly better than mine? You're definitely trying to prove you can be better than me since you're the one responsible for helping me become Seeker in my first year," Harry stated.

"Oh really, Magne? You think your father can do better," Malfoy asked as he looked at the Prince of Hell.

"Think? Don't make me laugh. I know," Harry laughed. "Unlike your father, Malfoy, mine doesn't spoil me. He sees what I accomplish and rewards me when needed."

"Harry's dad sees the Gryffindor team doesn't need to buy their way to victory. They rely on their own skills. Each of them got in on pure talent," Hermione told the platinum-haired snob.

Malfoy's face was full of anger and scorn at what Hermione and Harry implied, but his anger was directed at the young witch more than the Morningstar. "No one asked for your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood!"

Hearing what Draco said, the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team gasped as they glared at the platinum-haired Seeker. "How dare you," Alicia spat as Fred and George were ready to pounce on Malfoy and take turns beating him into a paste. However, they were held back by Flint. Harry was ready to join in on them but one Slytherin Chaser was holding him back. Harry was just about to pull out his wand or sword when he noticed Ron.

Ron looked just absolutely furious and pulled out his wand, either forgetting about its condition or hoping it didn't backfire on him. "You'll pay for that one, Malfoy," he growled, aiming it at the second-year Slytherin. "Eat slugs," he shouted before a flash of green light shot out of the wrong end of his wand and he flew backward onto the grass

Putting his anger on the side for a second, Harry got out of the clutches of the Slytherin Chaser by elbowing them in the ribs. Harry ran toward his best friend while whistling for Samael, prompting the albino Hell Snake to practically fly down from the Gryffindor dorm rooms and hiss at the Slytherins to keep them from laughing at Ron's misfortune. "Ron! Ron! Are you alright? Say something," Hermione said as the other Gryffindors ran up to the boy, who looked paler than normal. He was ready to say something, but the young Weasley spat up a large black slug. The Slytherins were laughing their heads off before Samael bared his fangs, making them back off as the Gryffindors were concerned.

Harry saw this and marched towards the Slytherins now that they were too scared. Approaching Malfoy, Harry pulled him to his feet and slugged him in the face, breaking his nose hard enough that it was bent crooked and bleeding. When the bratty prick was wailing in pain, Harry took the arm of his friend and put it over his shoulder. "Let's take him to Hagrid's. The hospital wing will be dealing with him before Slytherin gets to practice. Might as well let Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw have their turn," he told Hermione as she took the other arm. As he was lifted up, Ron continued to puke slugs out of his mouth.

"Wow! Can you turn him around Harry," Colin asked as he took a photo of Ron puking slugs.

"No, Colin. Imagine if the spell hit you too," Harry told the younger Gryffindor, making the kid gag. "At least tell Madame Pomfrey that she should take care of Malfoy's face. And if she asks, tell her it was karma," he advised before carrying off Ron and Samael followed after them. Before doing what Harry said, Colin took a photo of the horned serpent before heading toward the nearest teacher.

Making their way toward the hut he originally wanted to spend his late morning at, Harry saw that Norbert was napping on the stone fence near Hagrid's flower patch with petunias surrounding him. Knocking on the door, Hermione turned to see Ron upchuck another big slug on the path as Samael went to spend time with the hellish dragon. Hagrid opened the door with a grumpy expression, but his eyebrows unfurrowed when he saw who it was. "Been wondering when you'd come ter see me. Come in, come in. Thought you'd be Professor Lockhart spewing that nonsense of his," the half-giant told them as they entered his house.

Harry and Hermione walked Ron to a nearby chair as they avoided getting hit by more slugs. "Kill me," Ron groaned as he felt awful.

Seeing this, Hagrid figured that they weren't just here for tea. "Nothing to do until it stops, I'm afraid. But I can give you some specialist equipment," he said and handed Ron a bucket the size of the boy's upper body. Ron was ready to say his thanks, but another huge slug popped out of his mouth instead. "Better out than in," Hagrid said, sorry for the boy before turning to Harry and Hermione. "Who was Ron trying to curse, anyway?"

"We were getting ready for Quidditch practice when the Slytherins came. They had a special notice to train their new Seeker, Malfoy and we argued for a bit until Malfoy called Hermione a…" Harry paused before saying what he heard. "...he called her a Mudblood."

"He did not," Hagrid gasped as his jaw dropped and he tightened his fist. "Unbelievable. I would have given him detention and taken a lot of points off if I was a teacher. But I won't be for a while. I've been talking with your mother, sister, and Dumbledore about possibly being the new Care for Magical Creatures teacher. The current one's about ready for retirement," Hagrid said before returning to the original topic. "Still, this whole 'Slytherin is all about blood purity in magic' stuff is frustrating. Not every Slytherin is evil, but it's that sort of thinking that makes them unlikeable. If you were in Slytherin, I'm sure you'd never be like that. Especially since Lily was from a Muggle family."

"Wait, my birth mother was from a non-magical family," Harry asked as this was news to him.

"Yeah, she was. Her family had no powers, but she did. A lot of wizards and witches are fine with others being from any sort of family. But some wizards, like the Malfoy family, think they're better than everyone else because everyone in their known family tree always had magical abilities. They call it 'pureblood'," Hagrid stated mocking the word pureblood.

"Ugh, so annoying, it's horrible," Harry stated, expressing his frustration with racist classism in the wizarding world.

Ron threw up another slug into the bucket before he managed to at least say two words. "It's disgusting." Harry pondered if he meant the pureblood topic or the fact he was still upchucking slugs, but he thought that he was referring to the first because of the context, even if the second also applied.

"And it's codswallop, to boot," Hagrid added before rolling his eyes. "Dirty blood… Why there isn't a wizard alive today that's not half-blood or less. More to the point, Hermione can do any spell that those 'full-blooded' wizards can cast. And some people aren't exactly lucky even if they have wizard parents."

"What do you mean," Harry asked.

"Sometimes, there's wizard-born called 'Squibs'. They come from magic families and can learn about the magical world around them, but can't cast spells. Filch himself is one and I know a pretty good autobiography of one," Hagrid explained. "It's pretty rare, but some wizards still look down on them. There are people who do say that Muggle-born wizards are because they had a family member who was a Squib."

"Like physical traits in a family skipping a generation," Hermione explained, still upset about what Malfoy said to her.

"Come here," Hagrid said, gesturing for the witch to take his hand. "Don't you think on what Malfoy said. Don't you think on it for one minute."

"Remember that I did punch him in the nose too," Harry stated. "I fucking broke it! There was blood everywhere!"

"See? You have friends to stick up for you," Hagrid told Hermione. "You don't need to think about what he said. But now, I'm thinking about what happened and wished I saw Harry land that hit. If he literally bent it out of shape, I bet he could do the same to me," he said with a chuckle, making Hermione smile.

"Thank you, guys," Hermione said before Samael and Norbert came in through the window.

"I see those two are getting along quite nicely," Hagrid commented on the hellish serpent and the dragon getting along.

"To be fair, they're from the same place," Harry explains as he watches his snake playfully spit out some sparks at Norbert. 'Pretty soon, he'll be breathing fire,' Harry thought to himself.

"If you did injure Malfoy, you might be getting more detention, Harry," Hagrid warned.

"Worth it," Harry responded without a second thought. "And I think all of the Gryffindor Quidditch team will have my back since they all witnessed it."

"True," Ron managed to voice before coughing up a bunch of small slugs into the bucket.

"Question. Would some salty foods help with this whole slug spitting thing," Harry pondered aloud.

"Never thought of that," Hagrid admitted as he went to his cabinet and pulled out a large salt shaker.

"I think he meant pretzels," Hermione voiced.

"I'll take anything salty if it makes it stop," Ron belched out a few more slugs.

"Well try this Ron. Maybe it will help," Hagrid told the red-haired boy as he handed the salt shaker and shook some of it in his mouth. It didn't taste good, but it did slow down his slug problem.

It was nearly lunchtime and the three of them were heading toward the castle as soon as Ron's slug vomiting ended. As they approached closer to the castle, Snape marched through the nearest corridor along with Marcus Flint, Draco Malfoy, Oliver Wood, and the rest of the two Quidditch teams. "Magne, what is the meaning of this," Snape questioned with a hint of anger in his voice as he gestured to Malfoy's nose. While it was magically repaired, Draco still needed a couple of cotton balls in his nostrils to handle the bleeding.

"I could be a smartass and say that the air's pretty dry, but I won't. I'll just say the truth. Malfoy was saying a racial slur straight to Hermione's face and I decked him because he shouldn't say them," Harry admitted.

"I told you, Professor," Wood stated as he and the rest of the Gryffindor team defended Harry.

Knowing of Harry's family, Snape simply looked at the Prince of Hell before giving his punishment. "Defending your friend was a noble thing to do, but you shall receive detention with that oafish Lockhart as punishment and 10 points shall be taken from Gryffindor," he declared. "As for Slytherin, 15 points shall be taken for your poor choice in words, Mister Malfoy. Your father is a terrible influence," the Head of Slytherin House stated, shocking the Quidditch team before he left.

Watching Snape's cloak flow in the air like shadowy tendrils, Harry just shrugged his shoulders before heading off. "I'm in the mood for fish today. That or lamb chops," he remarked, passing by a gawking Draco as the cotton in his nose started to stain scarlet.

"That was a surprise. Snape took points from his own students," Ron said, not believing what happened.

"He probably saw what Harry's dad was capable of and didn't want to have any trouble from him for punishing Harry too much," Hermione guessed.

"If I deserve it, I deserve it," Harry told his friends before they sat down for lunch. As they got their meals, Sir Nicholas floated toward them. "Hello, Sir Nicholas," Harry greeted.

"Hello there, Harry," Nicholas greeted back. "I was wondering if you'd do me a favor."

"What kind," Harry asked, getting himself a plate of fish and chips.

"You see, this Halloween is the anniversary of my death," Nearly-Headless Nick explained. "For my deathday party in the dungeons, I was hoping that you could join me in order to convince the Headless Hunt to accept me into their ranks. Maybe if you told them how scary I was upon our first meeting?"

"I'll be honest, I've seen scarier," Harry said, making the ghost lower his head. "But I can come. Halloween is a touchy day for me, anyway. A party might be fun."

Hearing this, the ghost perked up and smiled. However, Ron voiced his thoughts on the matter. "Why go down to the dungeons when we can enjoy the feast up here in the Great Hall," he asked. "Remember the last time we went down there outside of Potions class?"

"We survived," Harry retorted, remembering the trials protecting the Sorceror's Stone. "Besides, last Halloween, a troll was let in by our last Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. And Lockhart is wouldn't think of doing that, he's too engulfed in his fame. So this year might be better."

"Got a point there," Ron said as he dug into his mashed potatoes.

"Besides, living guests aren't normally invited to ghost events," Hermione noted. "We could be some of the first people in Hogwarts to attend such a thing."

"Splendid, I'll inform the other ghosts that we will be having company," Nicholas said as he started to fly off, but a pair of familiar owls flew through the ghost's body. "Oh my! Never a pleasant feeling when that happens," he remarked before deciding to stick around to see what Harry's mail had.

Harry received four letters from both owls with each having a different look than the other. One had the Morningstar seal on it, another had the Ars Goetia emblem, one had a moon sticker slapped on to keep it sealed, and the last one had a lipstick mark in the middle. Seeing the last one, Ron gawked. "What girl would send you a letter like that," the Weasley questioned rather loudly.

"My old babysitter," Harry stated as he opened up the first letter. "She likes to mess with people."

"Dear, Harry.

As soon as I noticed you weren't behind us, I was worried sick. I was looking all over for you until we got to the car and saw that it was missing too. I was so mad at you and when we got the letter, Mom wanted you to be punished much worse than what Dad suggested. Hopefully, things are better this year.

Love, your big sister, Charlie."

Harry looked pale as he knew when their Mom gets angry, everyone in Hell fears her just as much as Lucifer. Shaking off that thought, he opened the letter from the Goetia family and saw it was a reply from Octavia.

"Dear, Harry.

I'm glad to see some mail from you. It's been so bad at home lately and I needed to at least chat with a friend. The constant yelling from my mother is driving me insane. Hope the teachers are not being too tough on you, especially the one that apparently hates you. If anything, I would like to see your school. It will give me an excuse to leave the house. See you soon, I hope.

Your friend, Octavia."

Thinking about it, Harry wondered if it was a good idea to bring a disguised Octavia to Hogwarts. He remembered the letter from her and Stolas last year which gave them human forms when speaking in the Great Hall. Thinking that the teachers saw that, they could possibly remember her. Putting the idea aside, Harry opened the next letter to see it was from his new friend, Loona.

"Hey, Harry.

Not too keen on using a pen and paper, but damn you flew a car to school? That must have been awesome. What were the teacher's reactions? I hope you didn't get too much in trouble. But it's not like they were gonna feed you to some big animal or anything like that. Plus you handled a lot worse than what you told me. Maybe I can come and check this place out. It could help with that thing you asked Blitz to do. Maybe there's something hidden in that castle that has to do with him like all those months ago. Give me an answer whenever.

Loona."

Harry smirked as he finished reading the letter. He didn't know Loona too long, but he did enjoy her company. She could be right about some secrets in the castle. Her being a Hellhound, she could sniff out a lot. After deciding he should at least bring Loona to Hogwarts for practical reasons, Harry then began to open the final letter he knew was from Verosika Mayday. "Please don't be cringy," he whispered to himself before he started reading it.

"Hey, Kid.

So, you got in trouble at school on your first day back? I didn't think you had it in you to do something that reckless. But then again, ladies kinda do like that in a guy sometimes. They like being with adventurous bad boys. At least, I know I do. Anyway, I'm doing great in my career and it was all thanks to you. I would love to visit your school. Maybe I can play one day? I promise it'll be tame, but do write or call and hope to see you again.

Oxoxoxo

Verosika Mayday."

Harry was thankful it wasn't something more R-rated. He didn't think she would keep it that tame, but he supposed that being his former babysitter helped control what she said. He thought that if she never was responsible for his safety, Verosika would be more of a bitch. As for performing, it would most likely be up to Dumbledore and the other teachers. He would have to ask about it later, but if anything, he could at least invite her to one of his Quidditch matches. After thinking it over, Harry thought that it would be appropriate to at least invite Charlie, Loona, Verosika, and Octavia to the Halloween festivities. "Sir Nicholas, is it okay if I bring some others with me," Harry asked.

"Why, the more the merrier," Nearly-Headless Nick told him. "Just run it by the staff first. Don't want you getting in trouble again."

"Right. Speaking of trouble, me and Ron have our detentions," Harry said as he remembered that their punishments were still ongoing until around Halloween itself. "I'll just have to ask Dumbledore or McGonagall about it later."

"Or Lockhart. I get the feeling that guy will put his name on anything without looking at it," Ron said.

Filing that remark for later, Harry and Ron finished their lunch before going to spend the afternoon dealing with what they were assigned. Harry had his detention with Lockhart answering some of the author's fan mail. While Ron had to clean up the trophy room, muggle way, under the watchful eye of Filch. "Trade ya," they both whispered to one another as McGonagall slapped the piece of parchment in front of them making it final.

Before they left, Harry spoke to the teacher. "Professor, I was wondering if I could invite my friends from home to come to the Halloween feast. They're magic, in case you're wondering," Harry asked.

"We shall see, Mister Magne. That depends on how well you handle your detention until then," McGonagall told him.

Knowing that he had to earn permission to invite Charlie and the others, Harry swallowed his pride and went to handle his time with Lockhart.

It was a grueling time, but Ron and Harry managed to deal with their detentions and were allowed to have their Halloween fun. After receiving the okay from the Hogwarts staff, McGonagall wrote official invitations for Harry's intended guests before giving them to Hedwig and Owlphonse to deliver. "I don't think I want to see another fan letter ever again. If I get any, I'm burning them," Harry muttered as he, Ron, and Hermione walked through the halls and corridors of the castle. He soon used a minor healing spell for the various papercuts on his fingers.

"And who knew cleaning trophies by hand was so tiresome," Ron groaned.

"How many students here have a Muggle parent," Harry rhetorically questioned to answer Ron's question.

"At least you can go to the party later," Hermione brought up.

"With guests," Harry reminded her just they entered the Great Hall and a swirling portal opened up in the center of the corridor behind them. "Hey, speak of the devil. Well… kinda," the Prince of Hell remarked as four women arrived through the portal. While Ron and Hermione recognized Charlie and the girl in the beanie looked familiar, the other two were new faces to them. One looked to be in her 20s with light brown skin, pink eyes, and ombre-blonde hair that seemed to turn pink. The other was still a teenager with silver hair with the right side shaved, red eyes, and looked like a typical goth girl. "Hi, girls."

"There you are," Charlie said as she gave her brother a bear hug. "I swear, I'm not letting you out of my sight when we're getting you to the train."

"Ribs," Harry choked out as he suffered from the pain of Charlie's squeezes.

"Hey, let me join in on the fun," the strawberry blonde voiced as she hugged Harry as well.

"Can't breathe," Harry muttered before the girls released him.

'Lucky,' Ron, Fred, George, Seamus, Dean, and even Neville thought as they saw Harry's face in the new blonde's large chest.

"I'm glad to see you guys, too. But next time, don't puncture my lungs with my own ribs and make me sound like a squeaky toy," Harry told them, making the silver-haired goth stifle a laugh.

"No promises," Loona told him as she held a special-looking book before handing it to Octavia.

"So, who are these girls with your sister, Harry," Hermione asked.

"The blonde is my old babysitter, Verosika Mayday," Harry introduced, prompting Verosika to pose with a wink, making some of the boys pass out from the teasing. "Really, Verosika? Anyways, the one in the beanie is Octavia and the girl with silver hair is Loona."

"Hey/What's up," the two goth girls greeted.

The Gryffindors greeted the girls as they started to ask some questions.

"How did you meet Harry?"

"Are you really Yanks?"

"What's it like in America?"

"Are you Muggleborn, Half, or Pure?"

"Guys, one question at a time. They just got here after all," Harry told the entire table. "As for how we met, Verosika was a fan of my mom and wanted to know her better, so she babysat me. Octavia is a friend of the family and we met during one of her dad's parties when my family was invited. As for Loona, we met in one of the music stores in town over the summer."

While the girls started answering other questions, Professor Dumbeldore approached them. "Ladies, I would like to welcome you to Hogwarts. Since this is your first time here, you will be treated as guests and students. You must follow the rules of this school or I'm afraid you will not be allowed to set foot on the grounds again," he warned them.

"Okay, then," all three new guests from Hell said as they listened to the headmaster.

As Verosika, Loona, and Octavia were being told of the rules, Nearly-Headless Nick arrived. "Ah, there you are," he said as he floated toward Harry and the others. "Follow me and we'll head off for the event," he said as he guided the seven living guests toward the dungeons.

Along the way, Harry and Octavia saw Snape chewing out a fighting pair of students before he went off toward the Great Hall in a different direction. "You weren't kidding when you said he looked like a giant bat," Octavia remarked to her friend.

"Yep. But he got better," Harry assured them as they followed Nick to the dungeon entrance and headed down. Traveling down the stairs, everyone felt it was getting colder and Charlie cast a spell to keep everyone warm. "Thanks, sis."

"No problem," Charlie replied before they entered a very roomy dungeon that was filled with various ghosts that the students have seen around Hogwarts and even some that they didn't recognize. "Wow, look at all of them," the Princess of Hell remarked, smiling at all the spectral guests.

"Makes the place look like a real haunted castle," Octavia said as she looked around the many ghosts floating. Black candles hanging in midair with blue flames lit and the sound of something like nails on a chalkboard was playing.

"Is that suppose to be music," Ron asked as he covered his ears from what felt like saws playing.

"I think so," Loona said clenching her teeth. Since she was a hellhound, her hearing was more advance than everyone else in the group.

"Not my type of tune," Verosika said as she refrained from covering her ears.

"Shall we look around," Harry asked the group as they agreed.

"Just don't walk into anyone," Ron told his best friend as they all looked around. They passed by three gloomy nuns, a ragged man wearing chains, and a knight with an arrow sticking out of his forehead speaking to the Fat Friar. They also saw the Bloody Baron was being avoided by many of the other ghosts.

"Oh no," Hermione said as she stopped. The other saw this and halted as well looking back at them. "Let's head to the other direction. I don't want to be spotted by Moaning Myrtle."

"Who," the entire group asked in unison.

"She haunts the girls bathroom on the first floor," Hermione explained as she pointed out a ghost of a teenage girl who looked like she never even got to graduate from Hogwarts. "The worst part is she keeps flooding it whenever she has a tantrum."

"Well, that's charming," Verosika said sarcastically, almost gagging while the rest of the girls shared a similar look.

"Hard to go to the loo if she keeps that up," Octaiva said as she was one of the first to head in another direction. Soon, they followed the disguised owl demon to another part of the room to at least see what's .

"Look, food," Ron said excitedly as he ran ahead of the group to see the lone table with many treats. But his delightful look turned sour as it the food was ghost food with various rotting platters and a cake that had tar-like frosting. "Why did we decide to come here instead of staying at the Great Hall?"

"Because Nick wanted us to put in a good word with those guys who won't let him join their group," Harry stated as he saw Sir Nicholas floating toward the center of the room.

The orchestra fell silent as everyone went silent and stared at attention to the nearly headless ghost who was about to give a speak. Just then, a chorus of horns sounded through the dungeon as horses galloped into the middle of the dance floor. At the front, a ghost with his severed bearded head in his arms approached the man of the night. "Nick," he roared as the ghost galloped on his horse approaching him. "How are you? Head still hanging in there?"

"Welcome, Sir Patrick," Nick greeted the ghost stiffly as the ghost's head dropped to the floor as many of the other ghosts laughed as Sir Patick's head landed in front of the only group that was still living.

"Don't mind, Nick. He's still upset that we won't let him into the Headless Hunt," Sir Patrick told the group. "He was executed with a blunt axe. Head's still attached to his neck a little," he said, embarrassing Nicholas and offending him.

"You know, if the idea is scaring others, the fact his head still dangles gruesomely is actually a point for him," Harry brought up. "But if it's some stuck-up club, I get the feeling his time is better without you."

"Yeah, I bet all you do is just play soccer with your heads all night," Loona remarked with a grin.

"I'm pretty sure it's probably polo if they have horses, but they're still just beating their own heads in to have fun," Octavia voiced.

Glad to have Harry and his friends vouching for him, Sir Nicholas began to cheer up and speak to the other ghostly guests after thanking them. But after he did, Harry began to hear something very unusual.

"Come! Come to me," the voice hissed. "Come to me!"

"What," Harry asked as he looked around to see who was talking to him.

"Harry, is something wrong," Hermione asked the Prince of Hell.

"That voice. You didn't hear it," Harry asked her as she looked puzzled. He looked around the group to see if anyone hear it.

"You hear it too, Harry," Charlie asked her brother. Relieved that he wasn't the only one that heard it, he gave a nod of his head.

"I don't know about a voice, but I heard something," Loona spoke up as she looked around to hear some kind of hissing. "It's kinda creepy."

"Are you three alright," Sir Nicolas asked as he noticed Harry, Charlie, and Loona were looking around.

"They're fine. But just in case, I think we should head back to the Great Hall. The professors might want to know where we were," Hermione told the ghost as she made the best excuse to get them out of the dungeon.

"Very well. Thank you for stopping by," Nicholas said before the living guests left the dungeons.

Exiting the dungeons, Ron was glad to go back to the Great Hall for some real food. "After all of that, I need real food inside me."

"That's what she said," Verosika teased the red-haired wizard as they started to go back up the main floor.

Suddenly, the voice returned as Harry and Charlie heard it again. "Blood. I smell blood."

"I don't like that voice," Harry said as the group seemed to look more puzzled at the Magne siblings.

"Ugh, just what is that thing," Loona complained, getting really spooked by what she was able to hear.

"You three are acting weird," Ron said as Octaiva elbowed him in the ribs. "Ow!"

"Something's not right. Where's that voice coming from," Harry questioned as he ran ahead of the group followed by Charlie as the voice grew louder and louder, sounding like it was coming from somewhere in the walls.

"Let me rip you. Let me kill you. Kill. Kill! KILL!"

"Harry, just what is going on," Hermione asked.

"Something's here," Charlie said, frantically turning around with her hands held up to cast a spell at any moment.

"What is it," Octavia asked.

"I don't know," Harry answered as he slowed down and started to hear the voice say one final thing.

"It's time."

After hearing that, Loona and Harry both looked in same direction. "It's moving," Loona said as she heard the hissing sound go further away from their location.

"I think it's going to kill," Harry said, worried about just what the hissing voice was about to do.

"Kill," Ron asked as he watched Harry bolt down the corridor.

Chasing after him, Hermione called out. "Harry, wait! Not so fast," she exclaimed before Ron and the girls joined her in chasing the Boy Who Lived. As they went down the hall, Verosika and Charlie thought back to when Harry used to run through the Morningstar home and they had to keep him from hurting himself. However, this seemed a lot more intense than babysitting as there was a mysterious and murderous being that only the Magne siblings could hear fully.

Entering another corridor, Harry tried to figure where the voice went when he felt water splash under his feet. The floors were covered in water like somebody spilled a basin or bucket in the hall. As he stopped to see what was going on, Ron and the girls managed to catch up to him. "Where'd all this water come from," Verosika questioned while upset that her shoes were ruined.

Investigating what happened, everyone saw a trail of spiders scurrying down the floor in a straight line and out of a hole in the window. "Strange. I've never seen spiders act like that," Harry noted.

"I don't like spiders," Ron gulped as he turned paler than usual. "Fred and George turned my teddy bear into one when I was younger. Been afraid of them ever since," he explained, getting a comforting hand on his shoulder from Charlie.

"What's that on the floor," Octavia said, pointing to the floor. Looking at it, everyone saw a puddle with a reflection of red writing. Looking up, they saw a foreboding message written on the wall. "The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the Heir… beware."

"What does that mean," Verosika asked.

"Is it written in paint or… b-blood," Hermione asked.

Stepping forward, Loona took a big sniff of the air in front of her. "Blood. It's definitely blood," she told the others. "But, it's not human. I think it's…" Taking another sniff, Loona raised an eyebrow. "Chicken? No, wait," she said before sniffing once again. "Rooster."

"Somebody wrote this creepy message in rooster blood," Ron questioned, wondering more about the message's origins rather than Loona's apparent ability to know different types of blood from smell alone.

"Oh no… That's not all they did," Harry stated as he looked to the left of the message. Hanging on a torch holder next to the bloody writing was Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris. "The caretaker isn't going to like this," Harry muttered as he saw the cat wasn't moving at all.

As the seven were processing everything, students and teachers were coming down the hall after they saw water leaking into the Great Hall from the doors. Trying to see what the problem was, everyone gasped or screamed as they saw the horrifying message and the motionless cat. As everyone reacted, Colin was about to take a picture before one of the older students gently pushed the camera down to tell him it wasn't the right time for photos.

"Enemies of the Heir, beware," Malfoy read questioningly, then turned to Hermione. "You'll be next, Mudbloods," he said. Just as Draco finished saying that, Harry cracked his knuckles and made the Slytherin back away.

"What's going on here," Filch asked as he made his way through the crowd of students.

"Mister Filch, we just found her like this," Charlie told the magicless caretaker.

"Found who," Filch asked before he saw his beloved pet. "Mrs. Norris!"

'Shit, he's going to explode,' Harry thought as he saw the man's face change from shock, to fear, to anger.

"You've… murdered my cat," Filch said, believing Harry was responsible. "I'll kill you. I'll kill you," the caretaker practically screamed as he grabbed Harry by the front of his robes.

Seeing Harry in danger, the demon girls all glared with hints of their true forms peeking through when Charlie grabbed Filch's shoulder tightly. "We found her like this. I just told you," Charlie said with venom dripping through her tone, making Filch release Harry.

Getting a closer look, Loona inspected the cat and checked it's body. "She's alive," the disguised Hellhound said, getting Filch's attention. "Whatever did this made her like a statue or some kind of taxidermy work," she said.

"That would be so cool if it wasn't still alive," Octavia remarked as a fan of taxidermy animals.

"She's been petrified," Dumbledore said, overhearing the conversation as he, Snape, McGonagall, and Lockhart all made their way toward the crowd. When they did, everyone parted away for the teachers to approach the scene. "Now, what's happened to cause such a…" Dumbledore's question was cut short when he saw the writing on the wall. "Everyone will proceed to their dormitories immediately," he instructed the crowd. "Everyone except you seven," he told Harry's group as he needed answers from the ones who stumbled upon the scene first.

As the crowd dispersed, Harry and the others stayed behind to answer any questions the teachers had. "As I said, Mrs. Norris has been petrified," Dumbledore said to Filch, calming him down more.

"Ah, I thought so," Lockhart said as he looked at the cat. "So unlucky I wasn't there. I know exactly the perfect countercurse that could've spared her," he claimed. However, the others all gave him the same deadpan stare.

"Bullshit," coughed Verosika.

"How she's been petrified, I cannot say," Dumbledore said, confused as to what happened to cause the cat's paralysis.

"Ask him," Filch stated as he pointed at Harry, still believing he was responsible. "It's him that's done it. You saw what he wrote on the wall."

"Okay, first of all, do my fingers look bloody to you," Harry said as he showed his clean hands to prove his innocence. "Second, even if I did clean them, you'd see the blood in the water at your feet. Third, why would I harm Mrs. Norris at all? Even if she's as surly as Filch, I like cats. And dogs. Snakes, owls, and a lot of animals, really. Blame my mom."

"It's true," Charlie added since she knew their mom had a lot of animals near Morningstar Manor, practically making the grounds into a zoo. Lilith even considered making it into a legitimate business called 'Morningstar Menagerie', but she still needed to convince Lucifer about the idea.

"Plus, we were together the entire time," Loona said as she defended her friend.

"Go ahead and ask Sir Nicholas. We were at his party just a few minutes ago," Hermione added.

"If I might, Headmaster," Snape interjected. "Perhaps Magne and his friends were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time," he suggested, making the Gryffindors shocked to see him vouch for their innocence. "With the claims of our guests, I can believe the possibility. But the circumstances are still suspicious. We'll ask Sir Nicholas later to confirm what you claim. Best to be sure."

"Innocent until proven guilty, Severus," Dumbledore reminded.

"My cat has been petrified. I want to see some punishment," Argus Filch shouted, still upset at the situation.

"We will be able to cure her, Argus," Dumbledore stated.

"We handled Mandrakes in Herbology during our first week," Harry brought up.

"That's right. My dad says they help with petrification," Octavia said, snapping her fingers as she remembered.

"That's correct. As I recall, the Mandrakes are growing very well. When they are fully matured, they will be used in a potion Professor Snape shall brew alongside his best students to cure Mrs. Norris," Dumbledore explained, finally calming down Filch enough. "And in the meantime, I highly recommend caution… to all."

"Something tells me this year is going to be a lot of trouble for all of us," Harry muttered as he was ready to leave until the rumbling of his stomach was heard. 'Crap. We didn't eat a thing at the party,' he remembered.

"Best to have something you can eat before you all head off," Dumbledore told the group before focusing on Charlie and the other demon girls. "I'll contact you if I require some help with solving this mystery," the headmaster said. "Best to eat and return home until Harry or myself write."

"Understood, Professor," Charlie said as she and the rest of the group headed to the Great Hall and picked up what was left on the Gryffindor table.

As they were eating with the watchful eyes of the staff, Hermione was the first to speak up at the table. "Don't you think it's strange?"

"Strange," Harry asked as he didn't know what she ment.

"You and Charlie hear a voice while Loona hears something similar, but it's a noise to her. We find rooster blood on the wall, then Mrs. Norris turns up petrified. It's strange."

"Got to admit that is strange," Octaiva said taking a bite of her food. "I want to know what that message meant. Enemies of the Heir, beware. What heir? And what's the Chamber of Secrets?"

"That weasel of a blond kid knows," Verosika remarked as she took a bite out of her candy apple. "Maybe we should force him to talk."

"Probably not," Harry said. "I've been on his shit list since meeting him in Diagon Alley last year."

"Think we should have told Dumbledor and the others about the voice," Charlie asked.

"No, I don't think so. Even in the wizarding world, hearing voices usually isn't a good sign," Hermione stated.

"We need answers and sitting here isn't going to help," Loona remarked. "We can all try and do some investigating at home later."

"I'll ask my dad about anything a mandrake potion can cure and what other things can petrify," Octavia told the group as they did have one lead.

"I'll ask our parents when we get home," Charlie added.

"Wish I could help on my end, but I have no idea about this whole thing," Verosika admitted as she wished she could help out.

"Same. My dad is a dumbass when it comes to anything that's knowledgeable," Loona remarked as she wished she knew what the Chaber of Secrets was.

"I guess we'll just have to figure it out later," Harry said. "But we'll let you know if we find anything. In the meantime, I hope to see you at my first Quiddich game of the year. It's supposed to be next week."

"Sounds like a plan. Maybe if we can't find anything just yet, I can bring my dad," Octavia replied. "Would definitely help to get him out of the house for a while in case of my mom's screaming getting to be too much."

"Should we ask," Ron asked as he could understand some parenting problems.

"It's best not to," Harry warned. "Remember that letter I got last year that freaked everyone out? That voice was her mom." Wincing at the idea of Octavia and her father having to deal with that sort of woman regularly, Ron and Hermione opted to stay quiet.

"Well, we better head back. I'll see if Mom and Dad can make the game as well," Charlie said as she got up from her seat, followed by the others. All of the demon ladies gathered together before Loona was given the book she had earlier and a portal was created on the floor. After they all jumped in, the portal vanished into thin air.

"How the bloody hell are they able do that," Ron asked as he was amazed.

"A powerful secret," Harry told them as he finished up his dinner. "We should head back to the dorm now." Agreeing with him, both Ron and Hermione finished up their meals and headed to Gryffindor tower where they can sleep off Halloween.

And this is where I am going to leave this off for now. Huge thanks to WaterDragonMaverick for the editing and suggestions. Also if you guys are curious, Charlie is not an actual Parselmouth. But since she is the daughter of Lucifer and Lilith, she has the ability to understand snakes. Also with Loona, since she's a Hellhound, she has high pitch hearing. As for the blood on the walls being rooster blood, that's another idea me and WaterDragonMaverick came up with as Roosters were killed due to the Basilisk's apparent weakness to their calls. Better use that blood for something if it was blood in the movie.

That will be all for now, and I will see all of you in Hell!