Freaks by Surf Curse

I need a place to stay where I can cover up my eyes.

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"Could I have your attention, please? Right. Now, today, we will be transforming animals into water goblets. Like so." McGonagall wastes no time beginning the class, turning a bird into a goblet with the cast of a spell, "Vera Verto." 

She now gestures to us, "Now it's your turn. Who would like to go first? Ah! Mr. Weasley. One, two, three, Vera Verto." She wanders around the classroom.

"Vera Verto." He speaks, the poor rat transforming into a goblet, only it is furry and has a tail, sitting on the table squeaking.

"That wand needs replacing, Mr. Weasley." Our teacher tuts, "Yes, Ms. Granger?"

Sitting alone, I alert my attention to Hermione, choosing to only subtly listen to the conversation rather than partake.

"Professor, I was wondering if you could tell us about the Chamber of Secrets." 

I swallow, already having faced enough heat for simply finding the shrine of blood first.

"Very well. Well, you all know, of course, that Hogwarts was founded over a thousand years ago by the four greatest witches and wizards of the age: Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin. Now three of the founders coexisted quite harmoniously. One did not." 

It's times such as these where I wish I was a muggle, as opposed to being associated with the wizard who could not coexist with the others.

"Salazar Slytherin wished to be more selective about the students admitted to Hogwarts. He believed magical learning should be kept within all-magic families. In other words, pure-bloods. Unable to sway the others, he decided to leave the school. Now, according to legend, Slytherin had built a hidden chamber in this castle, known as the Chamber of Secrets. Well, shortly before departing, he sealed it, until that time when his own true heir returned to the school. The Heir alone would be able to open the Chamber, and unleash the horror within, and by so doing, purge the school of all those who, in Slytherin's view, were unworthy to study magic."

I feel eyes on me, believing I'm the heir in question.

"Muggle-borns." Hermione says.

"Well, naturally the school has been searched many times. No such Chamber has been found."

"Professor, what exactly does legend tell us lies within the Chamber?" Hermione continues.
"Well, the Chamber is said to be home to something that only the Heir of Slytherin can control. It is said to be the home of a monster."

I can hear the trios hushed whispers in front of me as they walk the corridors.

"I mean come on, who else would it be. Mysterious parents, ones she claims are both in Azkaban. She's a Slytherin. She just so happened to miss her detention right as Mrs Norris is petrified. And did you see her? It was like she was in a trance touching the blood!" Harry hisses.

"Do you really think it's true though? Do you really think there is a Chamber of Secrets?" Ron asks sheepishly.

"Yes. Couldn't you tell? McGonagall's worried. All the teachers are." Hermione assures them.

"If it's true, we need to figure out a way to get Bronwyn to confess to us." Ron continues.

"I think I have an idea." Hermione whispers.

"I have a plan." I interject, all three of them freezing on the spot with horror. Their secretive faces dropping to fearful when they realise I've been listening.

"How about you ask her?" I suggest, nudging Ron's shoulder in a silent way of saying 'do it'.

"Oh.. right. Umm.. Are you the heir of Slytherin?" He cringes, itching his neck nervously.

"Well if I was do you think I'd tell you?" I ask, they all immediately shake their heads no. 
"But no. I'm not. And I assure you if this 'plan' of yours goes ahead you'll be hanging upside down from the ceiling just like Mrs Norris before you can say 'expelliarmus'." I grin at them.

I can tell my answer does not convince them one but and perhaps makes them even more sure it's me, but I gave them a scare so hopefully they'll leave me alone.

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If you had asked me a month ago how I'd be spending the first quidditch game of the year, I'd have reasonably assumed I'd be catching the snitch. But watching from the stands? Especially when it's Slytherin vs Gryffindor? Unbelievable. 

"Come on Bronwyn. You could try to enjoy yourself, it's Draco's first game." Pansy nudges my shoulder.

"Fuck off." I grumble. "Somethings got her knickers in a twist." She looks to our other roommates and laughs. I've not had to communicate with these arseholes outside our dorm in what has been a very enjoyable period of time. Now without the role of seeker I have to watch these games with my four annoying roommates.

"Yeah it's your annoying voice constantly whining." I hiss.

Infuriatingly, with the new brooms, Slytherin has never played better. But that statement does not include Draco. I've spotted several openings for him to catch the snitch but he's just not got the kind of mindset for a seeker, he's not agile enough or smart enough. 

I've never found myself hoping Gryffindor would win a game of Quidditch. But here we are. Slytherin is winning 90:30. But I know I could have caught the snitch by now.

"Bludger." I murmur, my eyes suddenly peaking something. "What?" Mellissa hums.

"Holy shit.. The bludger! It's hexed." I realise. "What are you on about? How could-"

Just as Pansy hisses out her refusal of a response, the bludger lobs towards Harry, nearly missing and ricocheting onto Oliver Woods broom. 

Wood begins pummelling to the ground, but all attention is captured by Harry as he swerves the bludger continuously. 

I push to my feet and race down the stands, ignoring the calls of my roommates. I make it down to the pitch, standing by the walkout exit, staring at the commotion.

Draco and Harry are both chasing after the snitch in the trenches. I try hard not to cringe when Draco tumbles off his broom and plops onto the ground.

The bludger gets one last hit on Harry, he immediately clutches his arm in pain. I groan in pain, catching my arm too. I've never experienced a sympathetic injury, except any time Harry Potter has gotten injured.

Regardless of his injury he grabs the snitch and takes a crash landing.

"Harry Potter has caught the Snitch. Gryffindor wins!" Lee Jordan screams.

Despite the uproar from the crowd, the bludger continues trying to pound Harry.

I run out, from a different side I notice Ron, Hermione and Hagrid too.

Laying down Harry manages to continue dodging it but it's heading for his head. "Finite Incantatem!" I yell. The ball bursts into a fiery explosion.

"Thanks." He nods to me, still panting with exhilaration. "Are you okay?" Hermione Granger asks. "No. I think my.. I think my arm's broken." Harry groans.

I think my arms broken too. No seriously, i can't move my arm without inflicting pain.

Lockhart kneels beside him, "Not to worry, Harry. I will fix that arm of yours straight away." He grins charmingly.

"No, not you." Harry denies. I scoff as Lockhart calls Harry delusional, lifts his sleeve, casts a spell and subsequently turns his arm into jelly.

"You were supposed to fix the bone, not take it away all together?" I squint at him, seriously wondering how this man is employed.

☾♥

Harry Potter and Oliver Wood are currently in the hospital wing, as was Draco for Merlin knows what reason.

I slip inside the hospital as all the Gryffindor team are rallying around the boys beds. 

Wood is the first to spot me, nodding towards me to alert the others.

"Evening." I greet briefly, keeping my potentially broken arm in my pocket.

"To what do we owe the pleasure of you visiting us on our sick beds?" Oliver mocks.

"Don't get too excited. I'm not staying long." I settle flatly. "I'm going to be training with you this year." I agree to the previous offer.

"What?" Hermione, Ron and Harry all shout at the same time.

"You get someone to practise with, and I get to keep playing. But I am also here to lay some ground rules." I explain.

Wood gestures for me to go on. "Number one, if one of you decides to communicate me outwith practise I'll take no remorse in killing you. And that's not a 'Oh I'm so going to kill you' that's an 'I'm actually going to obliterate you'. That goes particularly to the twincest leprechauns over here." I smile with honesty.

Fred and George glance to each other with raised brows.

"Number two, I won't be going easy on you. I know you need me to but you won't ever learn if I pity you." I list.

Oliver Wood clutches his forehead, realising this may not have been a bright idea.

"And finally, number three, no practise before 7am. Who does that, you monsters." I shake my head with shame.

"That all?" Wood says knowingly. "No actually, one last thing. I get to use the Gryffindor girls change rooms." I dictate.

"What's wrong with Slytherin's?" Fred or George growls.

"It is derelict. Vastly empty of the human species for over a gazillion years. And the dust makes me sneeze." I answer simply, snapping a hand out to Wood. A hand that he flinches ever so slightly at.

He looks around the others and then eventually shakes my hand.

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A/N:

I swear Chamber of Secrets is the worst movie and book, idc it's just always bored me which is why these updates are so inconsistent.