The next day everyone was talking about Colin Creevey, at the current moment Maggie was in an abandoned girls' bathroom and Harry was telling them what happened last night in the hospital wing.

" You mean the Chamber of Secrets has been opened before?" asked Hermione as Maggie added some boomslang skin to the potion.

" Of course, don't you see? Lucius Malfoy must have opened it when he was at school here. And now he sought Draco so do so," Ron said.

" Maybe we'll have to wait for the Polyjuice Potion to know for sure," Maggie said.

" Enlighten me, why are we brewing this potion in broad daylight in the middle of the girl's lavatory?" Ron asked. " Don't you think we'll get caught?" Hermione and Maggie both laughed.

" No, one ever comes here," said Hermione.

" Why?" asked Ron.

" Moaning Myrtle," Maggie answered.

" Who's Moaning Myrtle?

" I'm Moaning Myrtle," said a voice. They looked to see the girl, 15 years olds, pigtails, circle gasses, Ravenclaw crest and she was very sensitive.

" Hello Myrtle, "Maggie greeted the girl, Myrtle nodded at her. Most Ravenclaws knew about Moaning Myrtle, she is a formed Ravenclaw.

" I wouldn't expect you to know me, who would ever talk about ugly, miserable, moping, Moaning Myrtle," Myrtle whimpered. She let out a scream and flew back into her toilet, spraying water everywhere.

" She's a bit sensitive," Maggie informed.

*****

Soon it was time for Defense Against Dark Arts, Maggie was standing in between Mandy and Maggie, they were in the Great Hall. Lockhart was strutting up and down a catwalk.

" Gather round!" Lockhart called. " Can everybody see me? Can everybody hear me?" They all nodded. " Excellent. In the 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 need to defend yourselves, as I myself have done on countless occasions. For full details, see my published work." He took off his cape and threw it over some of the other Ravenclaws. " Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape!" Snape slowly walked up onto the catwalk. " He has sportingly agreed to help me with a demonstration. Now I don't want any of you, youngsters, to worry, you'll have your Potions master when I'm through with him. Never fear." They approached each other and drew out their wands and bowed. They turned, took five steps away from each other before turning back. " One, two, three..." 

" Expelliarmus!" Snape shouted the spill hit Lockhart, he flew backward.

" OOoo," Maggie and Neville sounded. Lockhart got up, and Snape was smirking.

" An excellent idea to show them that Professor Snape. But if you don't mind me saying, it was pretty obvious, about what you were about to do. And if I were to stop you. It would have been too easy," Lockhart said in pride.

" Perhaps it would be prudent if we teach the students how to block unfriendly spells, Professor," Snape suggested.

"An excellent idea Professor Snape!" Lockhart cheered. Let's have a volunteer pair. Um, Potter! Weasley! How about you?" Harry began walking towards the catwalk.

"Weasley's wand causes devastation with the simplest spells. We'll be sending Potter to the hospital wing in a matchbox. Might I suggest someone from my own house? Malfoy perhaps?" Snape suggested, then Malfoy swaggered up to the stage. Maggie then felt her self-breathing heavily.

" Maggie?" Neville asked.

" I'm fine," Maggie breathed. "Let's just pay attention to this lesson." They watched Harry and Draco walked up to each other.

" Scared Potter?" Malfoy asked.

" You wish," Harry answered. They whipped the wands down and walked five spaces away from each other.

" On the count of three. Cast your charms, disarm your opponent. Only to disarm, we don't want any accidents here," instructed Lockhart. " One, two--"

" Evertesttum!" shouted Malfoy, Harry flew backward, he then got up.

" Rictuesmpral!" Harry shouted back, the spell hit Malfoy and he went stumbling back. Snape pulled him to his feet and pushed him towards Harry.

" I said to disarm only," Lockhart repeated himself.

" Serpensortial!" Malfoy shouted. A medium-sized snake came out of his wand and landed in the middle of the catwalk. Maggie's eyes widen, her breath grew quicker.

"Let's get you some water," Neville insisted.

" I'm fine," Maggie breathed. She closed her eyes and saw a pair of yellow snakes eyes, her hearing went out as well. Her eyes snapped back open and then heard Harry talking to the snake. The snake's attention was on Justin, the snake turned to Harry. He shook his head.

" Vipera Evanesca," Snape said, the spell made the snake disintegrate. 

" What are you playing at?" demanded Justin, Harry looked at him confused, and then at everyone else. They all had terrified looks.

" I need to talk to Harry," Maggie stated.

" You need to sit down," Neville insisted.

" I will be fine," Maggie assured him, she then met with Harry in the Gryffindor room, along with Hermione and Ron.

" You're a Parselmouths, why didn't you tell us," asked Ron.

" I'm a what?" asked Harry.

" You can talk to snakes," Maggie stated.

" I know," Harry said. " I accidentally sent a python on my cousin Dudley once at the zoo, but so what I bet loads of people here can do it." 

" No they can't!" said Hermione.

" What's bad? If I hadn't told the snake not to attack Justin--" Harry began.

" Oh, that's what you said!" Ron and Maggie said at the same time. 

" You both were there! You both heard me!" Harry exclaimed.

" We heard you speaking Parseltongue, snake language," Ron said.

" I spoke a different language?" Harry questioned. " How can I speak a different language without realizing it?"

" I don't know," Hermione said. " It sounded like you were egging the snake on or something."

" Harry listen to me," Maggie began, he laid his eyes on her. " There's a reason the symbol of Slytherin is a serpent, Salazar Slytherin was a Parseltongue."

" He could talk to snakes!" Hermione exclaimed. 

" Exactly! Now the whole school going to think that you are his great-great grandson or something," Ron added.

" How!?" Harry exclaimed. " I'm not even related!"

" I'm not sure Harry," Maggie breathed.

" But I'm not! No can't be!" exclaimed Harry.

" He lived a 1,000 years ago, for all we know you could be," said Hermione.