Hello all you sinners, I hope you enjoyed that last chapter, cause we are going to be getting to the good parts now. But let's answer some questions first.

Gamelover41592: Well his dad is the Devil and his mother is Hell's Queen. So it would make sense that he told them about the plan or that he would be next to petrified. Also, He is Lucifer's son. He is going to be defensive.

23debal01: I don't want too many girls as it would be a mess, so three is the limit.

AK632612: It will follow some of the plots but it will change from canon later on. Also, I needed an excuse for Lucifer's rage.

OmegaXero0.1: Well that's an idea. Never thought about it that way. I'll see what I can do to make that work.

Chronolocked: Yeah Sorry about that, but that's how what most people voted for. Thanks for the support.

TheFishKing: Maybe Lucifer can make a deal with the Weasley Twins in their shop business Lol.

Cucaracha2: I heard of Pineapples on a Pizza is called a Hawaiian Pizza (sometimes added with Ham) but cherries? Might as well call that a Fruit Salad Pizza Lol. With Paimon introduced, I might add him but Stolas will be much older than in canon since they are from the Book of Soloman.

Anyway, let's dive right into Hell!

Chapter 19: Dueling Club and Polyjuice Potion

The next day, Harry's bones were fully grown back and he was ready to leave the Hospital Wing. Once he was out and placed the enchanted figurines he received from his family in his dorm room, the Prince of Hell went to a destination that both Ron and Hermione told him about. With nobody around as he made his way there, the young wizard entered the girl's bathroom on the second floor. It was the gloomiest and most depressing bathroom Harry had ever set foot in. Under a large, cracked, and spotted mirror were a row of chipped sinks. The floor was damp and reflected the dull light given off by the stubs of a few candles, burning low in their holders. The wooden doors to the stalls were flaking and scratched. Harry even saw one of them dangling off its hinges. "Guess the staff decided to figure out these attacks was more important than fixing this bathroom up," Harry remarked to Samael while the snake was wrapped around his shoulders.

Immediately after the snake nodded, Harry saw both Ron and Hermione were in the middle of the lavatory with a cauldron and several procured ingredients for the potion. "There you are," Ron said as he noticed Harry. "Where have you been?"

"I had to put away the present my family gave me yesterday. I want to show it off later," Harry explained before changing topics. "So did anyone in the dorms hear about Colin yesterday?"

"Apparently," Ron answered. "Some of the Muggleborns in the other houses are getting worried that they'll be next," he said as he leaned on one of the stalls.

"I forgot to mention this yesterday, but I wanted to save it for when I could actually use my arm," Harry said before telling his fellow 'junior detectives' what he learned after Dobby's visit. "When Colin was brought to the Hospital Wing, I overheard Dumbledore say the Chamber of Secrets has been opened again."

"Again? You mean, the Chamber was opened once before," Hermione asked as she added some ingredients to the cauldron.

"Of course," Ron said as he started to come up with a theory that worked alongside their previous one. "Don't you see? Lucius Malfoy must have opened it when he was a student here and now he's taught Draco how to do it."

"As much as I would believe it, he's less of a suspect now," Hermione told the red-haired wizard as he and Harry gave the bushy-haired witch a questionable stare. "I'll explain since Harry was stuck at the hospital for a few days. Ever since Verosika kicked him in the… coin purse. He was moved to the dorms and hasn't walked since. He's also sounded like Mickey Mouse for the last while."

Hearing the fact Malfoy sounded like the iconic Disney character, Harry chuckled before he focused again. "You have to remember that the Chamber was opened back on Halloween," Harry told them. "I think he could control whatever the monster is after it got out," he mentioned.

"Hmm… That is true," Hermione hummed as she switched which ingredient she was holding. "You don't exactly need to walk around to command somebody or something. Perhaps Draco did learn from his father. We'll have to wait for the Polyjuice Potion to know for sure," she said before pouring another ingredient into the cauldron.

"Enlighten me," Ron said as something was bugging him about their current situation. "Why are we brewing this potion in brought daylight… in the middle of this dingy and disgusting lavatory? Don't you think we'll get caught," the redhead asked.

"No. No one ever comes in here," Hermione stated, not worried about being discovered.

"Why," Ron asked in confusion.

"Moaning Myrtle," Hermione replied.

"You mean that ghost that is very sensitive," Ron chuckled.

"What are you laughing at," a voice said from the broken toilet which made Ron jump. The one who spoke was none other than Moaning Myrtle. "I bet you're just talking behind my back because of how ugly I am," she screamed as she dived head first into the broken toilet as her sobbing made the loo splash.

"That's just messed up," Harry gagged, even though the water was clean.

"Well, I do have some good news. I have all the ingredients for the potion. It's thanks to that teacher of yours, Harry. He picked the ingredients fresh," Hermione explained as she elaborated on Stolas giving the kids the supplies they needed without question.

Knowing that Stolas probably used his skills in prophecies and predictions, Harry smiled as there wasn't a risk of Snape finding his cabinets raided. "Brilliant! Does that mean the Polyjuice Potion will be ready sooner," Harry asked.

"No. It still needs time to brew and get it just right," Hermione stated.

"Well, we can't just sit here all day. We need to do something if there are all these petrifications happening," Ron remarked. "What now?"

Remembering something he noticed on the way over, Harry snapped his fingers. "I remember seeing this advertisement in the hall. Something about a dueling club being set up and will meet in December. It said they were looking for members who would like to join. I say we sign up."

"For a dueling club? Who's hosting this club anyway," Ron asked as he wasn't sure if he wanted to sign up.

"Lockhart," Harry remembered.

"I'm in/out," Ron and Hermione said simultaneously as they looked at one another.

"You're only wanting to sign up so you can get more of his autographs," Ron said to her. "And have you forgotten that he was the reason Harry's arm turned into one of those Muggle rubber chickens?"

"Just because he's the one starting it, doesn't mean we still can't learn something. Depending on the number of people, he'll need another teacher assisting him," Hermione stated.

"If anything, it'll probably be Snape. He'd be competent enough to help with actual self-defense," Harry remarked before putting a finger to his chin in thought. "Then again, so would my dad with just a sword."

"I'd pay a lot of Galleons to see that," Ron laughed.

"Then let's sign up. Maybe you'll see Lockhart get his ass handed to him for the holidays," Harry chuckled.

After learning more about the Dueling Club sign-ups and when the first meeting would be held, Harry and his friends went to join the club while the Polyjuice Potion needed more time to be ready. By the founding meeting of the Dueling Club, the potion only needed about another week. Alongside themselves, Harry saw that several other students from each Hogwarts House were attending to at least gain some knowledge of dueling or because they were fans of Lockhart. "Looks like everyone here might have the same idea of wanting to know how to fight," Sam quietly hissed to Harry, who nodded to his companion.

Inside the Great Hall, the tables were decorated with cloths that has star and moon symbols that screamed 'magical, decorative, and kind of gaudy'. In front of everyone near the faculty table, Lockhart was standing before them while wearing light grey robes with golden letters of his initials on his right breast and having an emerald green cape connected to his right shoulder. It kind of reminded Harry of the fencing uniforms he wore when training to use a sword. "Gather round, gather round! Can you all hear me? Can you all see me," the DADA teacher asked as he walked like he was on a Paris fashion show's catwalk. "In light of the dark events of recent weeks, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little Dueling Club to train you all up in case you ever need to defend yourselves…"

'My dueling teacher back home taught me more than you ever will,' Harry thought to himself as he thought about Astin and his many skills at swordsmanship.

"En guard," Astin shouted as he was on the table with Harry as they both were sword fighting. "Okay, good. More use of your form now. Block to the left! Now, the right," he instructed as the Prince of Hell blocked the many attacks that the demon sent. As soon as Harry saw an opening, he attacked before the pig demon blocked his blade. "Aha! Nice try, but you have to have a thousand years of practice to attack me like that," Astin exclaimed energetically. Harry was getting irritated as he continued his assault on his instructor, but the pig demon was blocking his attacks with ease. "This will not do. You're being too reckless," he said, easily disarming Harry as he tossed the sword away from the Prince of Hell, positioning his blade at Harry's neck.

"Point goes to you," Harry sighed as he admitted defeat. "I guess I'll never beat you."

"Don't talk like that, young prince. It may be true that you're still human, but I taught your sister the same way. You mustn't let your emotions blind you. Swordsmanship is like being one with the waves of water you must be one with the current instead of fighting it. Go with the flow and be like water," Astin told him. "Now, pick up your blade, and let's try again."

"Yes sir," Harry said as he picked up his sword and fought with the demon pig once more.

Sighing after thinking back on the memory, Harry looked down and saw Samael by his feet. 'I learned to be more patient and read my opponent from that day. Now, I'm going to show this school that I'm not just a name,' the Prince of Hell thought to himself as he focused on Lockhart again.

After going on a short tangent about his self-proclaimed feats of greatness, Lockhart tossed his cape into the crowd, which some fan girls caught. "Let me introduce my assistant… Professor Snape," the dark arts teacher announced as everyone looked as Snape stepped onto the platform without his usual cloak on. "He has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration. 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."

"More like he will get through with you," Harry whispered to Ron who held in his laughter until Hermione elbowed them both.

"Who do you think is going to win," Hermione asked.

"Snape. No question," Harry said as he watched both men pull out their wands and saluted one another.

"Never thought you would be rooting for Snape on something," Ron asked as he looked at his best friend.

"I'm just being truthful. One Sickle says he beats him in one move," Harry told his friends as both men bowed and paced back a few feet away from one another and got into position.

"On the count of three, we shall begin," Lockhart said to the class. "One. Two. Three!"

"Expelliarmus," Snape called out, unleashing a force from his wand that disarmed Lockhart of his own while pushing him several feet back and nearly knocking him off the far end of the table. Several attendees were chuckling at the sight of Lockhart being sent flying across the room. If one was paying close enough attention, they could see Snape reacting in surprise at how far Lockhart was sent.

"What did I say? Pay up," Harry told his friend. "I've definitely got to remember that one."

"Do you think he's alright," Hermione asked.

"Who cares," Ron dismissed with a laugh while he flipped the silver coin into Harry's open hand.

Quickly, Lockhart got up from his failed attempt and just smiled despite having the wind knocked out of him seconds ago. "An excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape, but if you don't mind me saying, it was pretty obvious what you were about to do," Lockhart said, trying to save his ego. "If I wanted to stop you, it would have only been too easy."

"Perhaps it would be prudent to first teach students to block unfriendly spells, Professor," Snape said, focusing on the purpose of the club rather than amuse Lockhart. After making it clear how vastly different the two were, Snape just smirked to show anybody watching that even he knew better than the DADA teacher.

"An excellent suggestion, Professor Snape," Lockhart agreed before everyone began to pair up and duel on the tables. After several dozen rounds of practice among the students going against each other's housemates, the matches soon moved to duels against the different houses. With several wins against each of the different houses, Harry was shown to be a particularly skilled duelist. "Excellent work once again, Mister Magne. I think to close this founding meeting, we'll have you face off against one last opponent for everyone to watch," Lockhart said. "Now, we'll need a volunteer. Weasley, how about you?"

Stepping in, Snape immediately voiced his opinion on the matter of the club's final duel of the day. "Weasley's wand causes devastation even with the simplest of spells. We'd be sending what's left of Magne up to the Hospital Wing in a matchbox. And several of the other members of Gryffindor are either too weary from their previous duels or not on his skill level," Snape stated, giving a simple look at Ron as a way of keeping the redhead from causing any collateral damage from his broken wand. "Mind I suggest someone from my own house? He's shown some remarkable skill of his own tonight. Malfoy, please come up and participate."

Hearing the suggestion of his opponent, Harry simply cracked his neck in preparation for facing off against his rival in a real battle. Both boys walked toward each other and the teachers stepped away from the table. "Good luck, Magne," Lockhart told Harry as he passed by him.

"I won't need it. Thank you anyway, sir," Harry replied to the Professor.

Meeting in the middle of the table, the young wizards gave a salute of their wands when Lockhart told them to get ready. before Malfoy decided to taunt Harry. "Scared, Magne?"

"You wish," Harry responded to Malfoy without fear before the two of them stepped back toward their positions.

"Non-lethal spells only, boys. We don't want any accidents here," Lockhart told them both. "One.. two.."

"Everte Statum," Malfoy shouted as a wave of a violet spell was coming toward Harry, but the Prince of Hell blocked the spell with ease using a counter he studied over the summer.

"Rictusempra," Harry retaliated as the spell hits Malfoy as he was sent into a laughing fit like he was being tickled relentlessly.

After the sensation ended, Draco glared at Harry before unleashing another spell. "Tarantallegra!"

Feeling himself dance uncontrollably, many of the students laughed at what Harry was doing until he stopped the dancing by hitting his own thigh hard. "Diminuendo," Harry shouted and hit Draco head-on with a spell that made the blond shrink.

"What the- what did you do to me, Magne," Draco shouted as many of the students were laughing at the small size of the Slytherin, mostly due to the fact he had a high-pitched voice to go with his miniature appearance.

"Just shrunk you down to size is all… Mickey," Harry said as more students laughed, especially the ones with Muggle heritage that understood the reference.

Seeing enough humiliation on his student, Snape undid the spell and brought Malfoy back to regular size. "I think it's clear who is the better duelist in the class. I think that is all for today."

"I quite agree with you, Professor Snape. Now all of you should learn from Magne here," Lockhart commented as everyone was ready to leave.

Malfoy, unable to take the defeat, stood back up and aimed his wand at Harry. "Serpensortia," he shouted as a king cobra shot out of his wand and slithered toward the Gryffindor.

"Don't move, Magne. I'll get rid of it for you," Snape said as he started to approach the serpent.

"Allow me, Professor Snape," Lockhart said as he prepared a spell. "Alarte Ascendare!" With a blast from his wand, Lockhart sent the snake flying into the air in hopes of the impact of the fall would kill it. However, it did nothing but make the cobra angry as it hissed and turned toward Justin Finch-Fletchley.

"Leave him," Harry commanded the snake as he continued to hiss at Justin. "Samael, control that snake at once," Harry told his horned serpent as it slithered out from under the table it hid under at the start of the club meeting. The white snake approached the cobra and established dominance by showing how big he was. Samuel and the cobra hissed at one another as they circled each other and snapped at each other. The snakes soon coiled around one another as they fought, trying to get any successful bites in. After dodging the cobra's strike, the Hell Serpent bit down on the neck of Draco's snake. With a hiss of pain from the cobra, Samael began to swallow his opponent whole while Harry just smirked. "Enjoyed your meal, Sam?"

"Not the worst meal, but it was satisfying," Samuel said as he slithered back onto Harry's shoulders.

Harry turned to face everyone, but he saw everyone had looks of shock and fear. Even Snape looked surprised, which was a bit easier since he learned of the Morningstar Family's true nature. "What are you playing at," Justin asked spooked.

"You've never heard of a snake eating another one whole before? Happens in the story of Moses," Harry remarked.

Then there was muttering around the Great Hall, which made Harry confused before he felt someone tugging on his robes. "Come on," Ron whispered in his ear as he and Hermione led the Prince of Hell out of the Great Hall. As he was exiting, he saw many students backing away from him as if he did something to scare them off. Neither Ron nor Hermione said a word until they were back in the Gryffindor Common Room. Once they knew that no one else was in the room with them, the red-haired wizard was the first to speak. "You're a Parselmouth?"

"A what," Harry asked as he looked confused.

"You can speak to snakes," Hermione told him. " Ron and I noticed it in our first year with you but that was that one time."

"I know. My family can do it too. My mother once commanded a legion of pythons to build a pyramid and my dad commanded a Black Mamba like a dog," Harry told them. "That was a very interesting trip to the zoo."

"Wait, your family can talk to snakes too? Including your sister," Ron asked in surprise.

"Yeah. So what? It's not a big deal. I bet a lot of people can do it," Harry said to them as he couldn't tell them about his family being demons, especially the Devil and The Mother of Monsters.

"No, they can't. Harry, it's not a common gift. This is bad. Very bad," Hermione explained.

"How bad can it be? I told that snake to leave Justin alone. When it didn't, I told Sam to attack it before it hurt anyone else," Harry explained himself.

"Oh, so that's what you said to it," Ron said as he seemed to get an answer.

"You were there. You heard me," Harry told his best friend.

"Yeah, I heard you speaking in Parseltongue. Snake language. Everything sounded more like a low and echoing hiss," Ron told the Prince of Hell.

"I spoke another language without realizing it," Harry questioned himself as he didn't know. "It just came so naturally to me and my family."

"I don't know, Harry. Listen to me," Hermione said, getting the Prince of Hell's attention. "There is a reason why the symbol of Slytherin House is a serpent. Salazar Slytherin was a Parseltongue. He could talk to snakes too."

"Exactly," Ron stated. "And now, the whole school is going to think you're his great-great-great grandson or something."

"Yeah, I'm not. I can't be. If I was, don't you think the Chamber would be opened last year," Harry remarked, using some logic to convince his friends he couldn't have opened the Chamber of Secrets.

"We know, but the entire school won't think the same way," Hermione stated. "Slytherin lived 1000 years ago. If he had any descendants, then there's a chance your family tree might be linked with his."

Sighing in annoyance, Harry decided to just let any idiots or sheep believe he was the Heir of Slytherin. He knew the truth and had connections that were far stronger than one of Hogwarts' founders. "You know, even if I was distantly related to him, I think that the bullshit blood purity thing would render it pointless," Harry pointed out. "With various Muggleborn and Half-blood heritage, I'm not the 'pureblooded Heir of Slytherin'. I'm more of a mutt," he voiced.

"Let's just hope this whole thing blows over," Ron stated as he didn't want to talk about it even more than need be.

Things had not blown over for Harry after the first meeting of the Dueling Club. In each of his classes, most of the students outside of Gryffindor were giving him dirty or suspicious looks. It started to become very annoying during a free study period and Harry decided to simply leave the room and return to the dorm. But as he left, he heard a familiar sound. "Blood. I want blood."

Hearing the voice from the walls again, Harry gasped before groaning. "Ugh, I feel like if I find anything, I'll get blamed for it," he muttered to himself before he started to follow the voice.

"They all must die. Kill. Kill. Kill! Time to kill," the voice echoed as Harry followed it. "Let me kill!"

Turning down the next corridor, Harry saw something very surprising. In the middle of the hall were not one, but two new petrification victims. Floating in the middle of the air was Sir Nicholas, looking like an invisible noose snapped his neck to have his head hang to the side. And just beneath the slowly-spinning Nick was Justin Finch-Fletchley. "This is worse than last time," Harry remarked as he kneeled to see Justin's condition. But as he did, Argus Filch was doing his patrol of the castle when he saw Harry with two new victims.

"Caught in the act," Filch said, prompting Harry to turn around.

"I knew I'd get blamed," Harry muttered as he gave a deadpan look at the man.

"I'll have you out this time, Magne," Filch told the boy. "Mark my words."

As the castle's caretaker left to inform the teachers of another attack, Harry sighed in defeat as he was going to be unjustly blamed. "Great," Harry groaned before he noticed something. Just like when he, Ron, and the girls found the message on Halloween, spiders began to scurry away from the castle, going out the window like they were trying to escape something. "Where are you all going," Harry questioned before Filch arrived with Professor McGonagall. "Professor, I swear I didn't do this."

"As much I believe you, Magne, this is out of my hands," McGonagall said. "I'll take you to Dumbledore's office to speak with him about this matter. He'll want your side of the story."

"I think that would be for the best," Harry agreed with the Deputy Headmistress.

The walk to the Headmaster's office was pretty nerve-wracking to Harry as he wasn't sent there before until now. Going through a corridor on the second floor, Harry noticed several differently-shaped gargoyles all lining the walls until he and McGonagall reached a griffin statue that looked like it was made of stone with a gold varnish. Looking down at the teacher and student, the stone creature spoke. "Password?"

"Serbert Lemon," McGonagall answered as the griffin roared before it started to turn, revealing a spiral staircase up to the next floor.

With a nervous gulp, Harry went up the stairs to see Professor Dumbledore. When the staircase reached the top, Harry stepped off and saw the door to the office in front of him. Opening the door, the Prince of Hell knew one thing was certain. Out of all the teachers' offices, he had visited so far this year, Dumbledore's was by far the most interesting. It was a large and beautiful circular room, full of funny little noises. A number of curious silver instruments stood on spindle-legged tables, whirring and emitting little puffs of smoke. The walls were covered with portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses, all of whom were snoozing gently in their frames. On a shelf behind an enormous desk, Harry noticed the Sorting Hat and shook his head. "I don't need to talk with it. I know I'm in my House for a reason," he muttered to himself before he heard a chirp of sorts.

Turning his head, Harry saw the most eye-catching thing in the room was the swan-sized bird that stood on a golden pedestal. Harry heard stories of the red and gold bird he looked at, but he never saw one in real life. His mother once told him that if possible, it was the one bird she would keep in the house. Harry reached a hand to try and pet the creature, but he suddenly halted his hand as he saw the bird spontaneously combusted, bursting into flames and leaving nothing but ashes in a tray underneath the perch. Shocked at witnessing the sight for the first time, Harry only stared at the ashes before he heard Dumbledore speak from the upper level of the office. "Harry?"

"Professor, sir. Your bird. It just-" Harry tried to explain, but Dumbledore raised a hand to stop the Prince of Hell in his tracks.

"Has your mother told you about a phoenix before," Dumbledore calmly asked. Harry only nodded before the headmaster continued. "It's about time he finally got on with it. Fawkes has been looking dreadful for days. Losing feathers and showing bare skin. Pity you had to see him on a burning day," he said, walking down the stairs. "The phoenix bursts into flame when it is time for them to die and then they are… reborn from their ashes as if they were an egg," he said as he urged Harry to come closer to the dish.

Looking closer, Harry and Dumbledore watched the phoenix slowly shift through the ashes and reveal the head of a chick. "Wow… no wonder my mom wishes she could have one around the house," Harry remarked, amazed at the baby bird.

"Fascinating creatures, phoenixes," Dumbledore said. "They can carry immensely heavy loads, their tears have healing powers that can affect any wound or affliction, and they make highly faithful pets. I understand Lilith's desire to have a loyal companion such as my own," he told Harry as he gently rubbed the bird's chin.

Suddenly, the door opened and Hagrid came into the office while holding a dead rooster in his hand. "Professor Dumbledore, sir! Wait, listen. It wasn't Harry," the half-giant said as approached the headmaster. "I'd be prepared to swear it in front of the Ministry of Magic."

"Hagrid! Relax," Dumbledore stated. "I do not believe that Harry attacked anyone. Several details show he wouldn't even think of doing something such as this."

"Well, of course! And…oh," Hagrid said, ready to testify more until he understood what Dumbledore meant. "Oh, well… I'll just see myself out," Hagrid was ready to excuse himself until Harry stopped him.

"Wait, Hagrid. Why are you holding a dead rooster," Harry asked.

"Well, I found my newest roosters were killed and whoever did it might be behind these attacks," Hagrid stated. "Just my theory, but if that story of the Chamber having a monster in it is real, then whoever opened it would be feeding the thing. And well, huh, who doesn't like chicken?"

"Wait, newest roosters… blood on the wall… spiders in a row…" Harry was thinking of all the connections. "Hagrid, when did you first notice your roosters were dead?"

"Well, I say after Halloween, but wh- oh," Hagrid explained before he understood what Harry meant. "So then, I'm probably right," he said.

"It seems that the Monster of the Chamber does not like roosters for some reason," Dumbledore said. "Hagrid, it would be best if you try and find who would do this to your animals."

"Right away, sir," Hagrid replied before exiting, leaving Harry and Dumbledore to speak with each other.

"Very wise of you to figure out that detail, Harry," Dumbledore praised.

"I'm glad you don't think it was me, Professor. I've been treated poorly since the Dueling Club's first meeting," Harry voiced.

"It's understandable given the poor reputation Slytherin and serpents, in general, have with the other Houses," Dumbledore said.

"It's like they think I'm Zahhak the Serpent King," Harry exclaimed, referencing an old story he remembered from Iranian myth.

"Yes, but you are the son of the Serpent," Dumbledore replied, not truly meaning any harm in his words. "But I must ask you… is there anything else you wish to tell me?"

'Can't tell him about the Polyjuice Potion. And he knows about me being a Parselmouth, I guess I can tell him one thing,' Harry thought to himself before opening his mouth. "My father is looking into what the monster is," he told the headmaster.

"Very well, then," Dumbledore said with a nod. "I'll consult with him when I am able. Off you go," he told Harry. "Enjoy the winter holidays."

"Good night sir," Harry said with a smile, looking forward to just experiencing the snowy holiday again.

Christmas was around the corner as many students were going home for the holidays. Harry was glad a lot of people were going home from the holidays because he would have a lot more peace and quiet to himself. As he was walking down the hall, Fred and George were on either side of him. "Make way! Make way for the Heir of Slytherin!" Fred shouted as he laughed.

"Careful, or his horned serpent will feast on you next," George joined in as he laughed along with his twin.

"That is not the least bit funny," Percy said to the twins, disapproving of the behavior his brothers were showing.

"Oh, lighten up, Percy," Fred stated. "Can't you see Harry's in a bit of a hurry?"

"Maybe he's gonna go to the Chamber of Secrets to have some tea with a bigger snake," George joked.

Ginny didn't find this funny at all. "Don't," she said coldly. As Fred asked Harry who was he going to attack next while George wove a large clove of garlic every time they met up with the Prince of Hell.

"If you wanted to scare off the monster, I suggest a rooster. I figured out the monster somehow hates them," Harry told the twins as he somewhat played along with their game, knowing they truly didn't believe he was the Heir. After all, the other students actively tried to avoid him like he was the Black Plague. The twins and their ludacris antics were enough to make Harry feel better.

It was lucky for Harry, Ron, and Hermione that Malfoy was going to stay at school for the holidays due to some news Ron and his siblings found out. Apparently, the Ministry of Magic was conducting a raid on the Malfoy home, so Draco had to stay at Hogwarts. With that information, Harry and his friends simply had to wait for the Polyjuice Potion to be completed. As such, they enjoyed the Christmas celebration at Hogwarts with the teachers and other students that were still at the school by circumstances or choice.

Chrismas morning dawned, cold and white as Harry and Ron were still snoozing in their beds. "Harry, Ron, wake up," Hermione yelled as she woke both of the boys up.

"Bloody Hell, Hermione," Ron exclaimed as he shot up out of bed.

"Five more minutes," Harry muttered as the figurines he got from his family, affectionately called the 'Hogwarts Zords', jumped on him to wake him up. Even Hedwig and Sam helped as the snowy white owl nibbled on his ear. "Okay, okay. I'll get up."

After getting out of bed, the boys walked out into the common room and saw some presents that were around the small tree Hermione was standing next to. "Happy Christmas to you both," she told the boys.

"Happy Christmas," they both said in unison as Harry and Ron were tossed a present by her. Feeling that the gift was light, both of the boys opened their gifts and saw that they both received Muggle sweets and candies.

Looking through the rest of his gifts, Harry saw he received a tin of fudge from Hagrid, which looked tasty. From Ron, he got a book called 'Flying with the Cannons' which was about Ron's favorite Quidditch team. Harry also received a jumper from Mrs. Weasley as well as a plum cake. Luckily, Harry didn't feel too guilty about the car since his dad retrieved it earlier when he got his Howler and made modifications to it, returning it like it was brand new.

Harry thanked his two best friends as he gave them both a gift. For Hermione, she received a spell book that had some hexes and charms even she never heard about. As for Ron, he got himself a handheld gaming system with a fighting game already installed that the mortals called 'Darkstalkers'. They both thanked him for the gift as Hermione started to read from the book and Ron started playing the handheld game. Harry noticed that nothing from his parents or his friends from Hell got him anything. He wasn't sad about it since it wasn't celebrated the same way in the human world and his family did give him the Zord figures earlier. However, he knew that his biggest gift would be to get information out of Malfoy.

Later that night, everyone still in Hogwarts was enjoying Christmas dinner. The Great Hall looked magnificent as dozens of Christmas trees were decorated with mistletoe and holly while snowflakes fell from the enchanted ceiling. Harry and Ron were enjoying plates of Christmas cookies and some hot chocolate before Hermione came back from checking on the potion's progress. Sitting down with her plate of cookies, she told Harry and Ron about it. "Everything is set. We just need a bit of who you're changing into," she whispered so that no one else can hear them.

"Crabbe and Goyle. Those two trolls are very close to Malfoy," Harry told her as Ron nodded.

"We also need to make sure the real Crabbe and Goyle aren't around and burst in while we interrogate Malfoy," Hermione stated.

Pulling out his letter opener sword, Harry was ready to incapacitate them in what his father called 'the fun way'. "No! Don't," Ron hissed in a whisper and put Harry's arm down.

"Thankfully, I've got a less violent plan worked out," Hermione told them as she pulled out two small cupcakes. "I filled these with a simple sleeping draught. Simple, but powerful," she stated as she placed the cupcakes down. "It'll knock them out for a few hours. More than enough time for us to ask Draco the right questions."

"What do we do after that," Ron asked.

"When they're asleep, hide them in the broomstick closet and pluck out some of their hairs to add to the potion. You'll also need to change into their uniforms," Hermione stated.

"Drugged, stuffed into a closet and stripped to their underwear. Sounds like the last time Verosika's friend had a party at home," Harry joked.

"Who's hair are you ripping out, then," Ron asked, wondering who Hermione would be disguised as.

"I've already got mine," Hermione stated as she pulled out a vial with some hairs in it. "Millicent Bulstrode from Slytherin. I managed to grab this off her robes when we fought in the Dueling Club," she explained before pocketing the vial again. "I'm going to check on the Polyjuice Potion and make sure it hasn't boiled over. Make sure Crabbe and Goyle find the cupcakes."

"You think they'd be dense enough to eat them if they found them floating in front of their faces," Harry asked rhetorically.

"Knowing those two, I bet they would," Ron said as he grabbed the cupcakes and waited for the right time to get them along. Turns out, Crabbe and Goyle were grabbing various pastries in the Great Hall later that evening. Waiting behind a suit of armor, Harry and Ron placed the cupcakes outside the Great Hall.

Ron pulled out his wand to try the levitation spell, but Harry stopped him since because they didn't want his busted wand to backfire and send them up to the corridor's ceiling. "Ron, you better let me do it."

"Yeah, you're right," Ron said in agreement, wishing he could get a new wand as soon as possible.

With Ron putting away his wand, Harry pulled out his own and readied the spell. "Wingardium Leviosa," Harry said as both of the cupcakes levitated in the air at eye level. Hiding behind the suit of armor again, the boys saw both Crabbe and Goyle coming out of the Great Hall carrying what they grabbed for holiday treats. Seeing the floating cupcakes in the air, they grabbed them and started to eat them immediately.

The boys enjoyed the desserts loudly before they felt something off after the flavor set in. Their chewing started to slow down and their eyes rolled back as the two Slytherin boys both fell like sacks of potatoes. "How thick can you get," Ron questioned as Harry hid his snickering, trying not to laugh.

"Come on, let's get them," Harry told Ron, coughing a little to calm himself, and grabbed them both by the feet, pulling them into the nearest closest. After he and Ron got Crabbe and Goyle into the closet, they pinched their respective disguises' hair and swiftly ripped a chunk out. "I'm not stripping these two dumbasses," Harry said.

"Why do I have to take their robes," Ron asked.

"Arcanile Dysfunction," Harry stated, joking about Ron's wand.

"That's going to get old soon," Ron muttered before he got to work removing the Slytherin uniforms from the boys.

"Well, it's not old yet," Harry chuckled before he was given the robe for his disguise. "Let's go," he said as they rushed towards Moaning Myrtle's bathroom where Hermione was already dressed in Slytherin robes over the boiling cauldron. "We got the hair."

"Good. We add that in last," Hermione stated as she started pouring the potion into cups for them to ingest the brew.

"We have to drink that," Harry asked with a disgusted face as the potion looked like slowly bubbling thick mud.

Hermione nodded in disgust as she finished pouring the last glass. "We'll have exactly one hour before we change back into ourselves," Hermione stated as she handed the other glasses to Harry and Ron. "Add the hairs," she instructed.

As the final ingredient to the potion was put in, each glass of the potion began to change color as said in the book. "Ew. Essence of Crabbe," Ron groaned as he didn't look forward to drinking the potion.

"Well, cheers," Hermione said as all three clanged glasses before drinking the potion. And just like Harry's father warned them, it tasted like piss. Or more precisely for Harry, it tasted like overcooked cabbage that was boiled in it.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," Ron said as he gagged and dropped the glass while running into one of the stalls in case he had to puck.

"Me too," Hermione ran into a different stall and dropped her own glass.

Harry was gagging as well, but he toughed it out and stayed by the sinks despite dropping his glass, leaving it to break like the others. As he leaned over the sink, he noticed his hand start to bubble. Looking at his other one, he felt his body was changing before looking in the mirror. Seeing his reflection, Harry watched as his face bubbled like his bones and muscles were rearranging themselves into something else. Then after a few more painful seconds, it stopped as Harry looked exactly like Gregory Goyle. He felt his face with the extra layer of fat and turned around to see Ron exit in the form of Vincent Crabbe.

"Harry?"

"Ron?"

"Bloody Hell," Ron remarked, making Harry realize something.

"We still sound like ourselves. You need to sound more like Crabbe. Try a deeper voice," Harry noted.

"Bloody Hell," Ron said, doing a good impression of Crabbe.

"That's more like it," Harry said. "What about Hermione?"

"I… I don't think I'm going. Go on without me," Hermione shouted as she was still in the stalls.

"Hermione, are you alright," Harry asked a little concerned.

"Just go! You're wasting time," she yelled from the stalls.

Harry looked at Ron before they did what she told them and started hurrying to the Slytherin dorms. Once the coast was clear, they exited the girl's bathroom and hurried down to the dungeons. "I think the Slytherin Common Room is this way," Harry said, pointing in one direction. As the two began to search, Percy Weasley came from down one of the corridors.

"What are-" Ron stopped as he was elbowed by Harry as he remembered to keep his voice in a deeper tone. "What are you doing down here?!"

"I happen to be a school prefect. You, on the other hand, have no business wandering the corridors at this time at night," Percy ansswered while approaching them both. "Who are you two again," the elder Weasley asked as he wasn't familiar with students outside of his own House.

"Crabbe, Goyle, where have you two been," Draco Malfoy asked as he came from the other end of the hall. "Pigging out in the Great Hall again," he questioned. Ron and Harry nodded because that was technically true. They were glad Draco ran into them as it killed two birds with one stone, but Draco then noticed 'Goyle' had glasses on. "Why are you wearing glasses?"

"Um, ah… reading," Harry said as he took them off his face and slipped them into his pocket.

"Reading? I didn't know you could read," Malfoy quietly remarked in genuine surprise. "And what are you doing down here, Weasley?"

"Mind your attitude, Malfoy. That's no way to talk to a prefect," Percy told him as the blond only sneered and urged 'Crabbe' and 'Goyle' to follow him down the stairs.

Malfoy lead them both further down the marble staircase as they stopped at the entrance to the Common Room. "What was the password again," Harry asked dumbly as he had to mimic Goyles voice as Ron shrugged.

"Ugh, eating so much junk is affecting your memories… The password is Pureblood," Malfoy said as the stone door slid on the wall to the concealed entrance. Malfoy marched right into the dorm followed by both Harry and Ron. Once they were in, they saw that the Slytherin common room was a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceilings. They also saw round, greenish lamps were hanging on chains. A fire was crackling under an elaborately carved mantelpiece ahead of them, and several Slytherins were silhouetted around it in carved chairs.

'If Sev and Helsa were students at Hogwarts, they would fit perfectly in Slytherin,' Harry thought to himself as he looked around.

Malfoy laid himself on the empty sofa as he urged them both to take a seat. Both Harry and Ron took a seat on the sofa in front of him. "The nerve of that prefect. You'd never know the Weasleys are purebloods with the way they behave. They're an embarrassment to the wizarding world," he said, which made Ron crack his knuckles as he wanted to punch Malfoy right now. "What's wrong with you, Crabbe?"

Harry gave the disguised Weasley a look that told him to endure it for now. "Stomachache," he grunted as he made to look the part. "I'll be fine…"

"Alright then. Thought that if you had to go to the Hospital Wing, give those Mudbloods a kick from me," Malfoy snickered but then groaned as he remembered the heel drop Verosika hit him with. "I'm surprised the Daily Prophet hasn't reported anything on these attacks yet. I'm sure Dumbledore is trying to hush it all up. Father did always say that Dumbledore was the worst thing to happen to this place!"

"What about Magne," Harry asked keeping his cool as he had to direct himself instead of Draco continuing to make fun of Dumbledore.

"Good one, Goyle! Saint Magne," the blond sniffed in a haughty manner, showing his distaste for Harry. "And people think he's the heir of Slytherin," Malfoy laughed. "Whoever the Heir of Slytherin is, they're doing the right thing of attacking all those Mudbloods."

Ron's jaw dropped as both he and Harry realized Malfoy was not the Heir if he had no clue who it truly was. "Then you must have some idea who's behind it all," Harry questioned.

"You know I don't, Goyle. I told you yesterday. How many times do I have to tell you," Malfoy said as he got up from the sofa and shook a small gift in his hands. "Is this yours," he asked while looking at 'Goyle', who only shook his head before Draco decided to pocket the gift into his robe. "But I do know one thing. My father said that the last time the Chamber has been opened, it was seventy years ago. He told me that the one who opened the chamber was expelled. And when it was opened, a Mudblood died. It's only a matter of time before one of them is killed just like then. As for me, I hope it's Granger," Malfoy said with a relishing tone, pissing off Ron and making him rush out of his seat. Harry stopped him before he could deck Malfoy and blow their cover. "What the matter with you two? You've been acting very… odd," Malfoy said looking at his cronies.

"It's his stomachache," Harry told Malfoy as he tried to keep Ron calm. While Malfoy decided to focus on the present he pocketed, making sure nobody else was looking while he opened it, the Prince of Hell noticed that Ron's hair was turning red at the same time Ron pointed out his scar was slowly returning. Harry looked at his pocket watch and noticed their time was running out. Acting quick, Ron made a gagging noise and Harry quickly put his arm around him. "I think he's got more than a stomachache. I'm gonna take him to Hospital Wing. See if I'm getting sick too," Harry told Malfoy while he held his hand to his head so he could hide his scar.

"If you're not, bring me something to eat when you come back," Malfoy told them, focusing more on the gift box.

Quickly leaving the Slytherin dorms and up the stairs, the boys sprinted up the steps as their feet shrunk and the robes they wore dangled loosely as they sprinted into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Once they got in, they were back to normal while still wearing the loose robes of Crabbe and Goyle. "That was a close one, good thinking Harry," Ron commented.

"Thanks," Harry told his friend and they both knocked on the door of Hermoine's stall. "Hermione, we have some stuff to tell you!"

"Go away," she squeaked as they both looked at one another in confusion.

"Hermione, are you okay? You should be back to normal by now," Harry asked.

Moaning Myrtle glided out of the cubical looking happy as they have ever seen her. "Wait till you see. It's awful," she smiled floating right behind them.

They heard the lock to the door slide open and Hermione slowly opened the stall. "Remember when I said the Polyjuice Potion is only meant for human transformations? Turns out it was cat hair that I pulled off Millicent Bulstrode's robes," she said as Harry put his glasses back on and Ron made uncomfortable faces as she looked like a cat demon to Harry, complete with brown fur covering her face, green eyes with slit pupils, long pointed ears poking through her hair, and a brown bushy tail. "Look at my face."

"Look at your tail," Ron said grinning as Moaning Myrtle giggled very loudly.

"Don't worry, Hermione. We'll take you to the Hospital Wing. Luckily, Madam Pomfrey won't ask too many questions," Harry told her as it took a lot of convincing to get her out of the bathroom.

Several weeks have passed since then and all the students returned from their holiday vacation. When Hermione wasn't seen in classes, some thought she was attacked and wanted to take a look at her in the Hospital Wing. Thankfully, Madam Pomfrey gave her the decency of pulling the curtains over her bed and told the students aside from Harry and Ron to leave immediately. They both made sure to visit her every evening and handed in her homework when the new term started.

"If I grew whiskers, I would take a break from work," said Ron, stacking a bunch of books in front of Hermione's bedside table one evening.

"Don't be silly, Ron. I have to keep up," Hermione said as she took the stack of books in front of her. With her current treatment, she no longer had fur on her face and the tail was gone. But she still had cat ears on top of her head, her eyes were yellow and slit, and a small fang was poking out of her mouth. "So did you have any new leads?"

"None. I was sure it was Malfoy, but who else could it be," Ron asked as they told her about the Chamber opening 70 years ago. And the only ones living around at that time were Dumbledore, Hagrid, and maybe even Professor McGonagall and he figured they won't tell them anything.

Suddenly, a mysterious and majestic orchestra tune that sounded like magic brought to life by mortals sounded in the room. Looking in his pockets, Harry saw it was his Hellphone. It was surprising as he didn't expect a call, especially since the contact info showed it was his father. The Prince of Hell didn't think twice as he answered. "Hi, Dad. Did you find something?"

"Indeed, I did," the King of Hell said on the other end. "My hunch was right. I know what's been attacking the school."

And this is where I am going to stop. I want to thank WaterDragonMaverick for Beta Reading and editing and suggestions. One of which includes the ringtone of Harry's phone being the Harry Potter movie's theme music, better known as Hedwig's Theme. And if you're wondering about Charlie, the answer is obviously yes, her ringtone IS "Inside Of Every Demon Is A Rainbow".

And for those who are wondering, the year for this is 2012, and just started in 2013. That's why Vaggie is not in the story yet. She was stated to have died in 2014. As such, she won't get involved until around the second half of "Prisoner of Azkaban" or around the start of "Goblet of Fire". Because of the new setting for the school years, some characters are going to be 20 years older such as Dumbledore, Hagrid, and McGonagall while others were born at a later date. For example, Harry was born in 1980, and Ron and Hermione were born in 1979. In this Fanfic, Ron and Hermione were born in 1999, and Harry was born in 2000. The Chamber was opened in 1942 like in canon, so that is not going to change.

Hope you guys enjoyed and I will see all of you in Hell!