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Harry's pov

"Mr. Malfoy, stop making such a fuss. You can go. " Madam Poppy Pomfrey said to a wailing Malfoy who was over-exaggerating his pain, as she came running in the infirmary wing with a white bottle obviously containing some weird medicine.

"Out of my way." she said pushing through Gryffindor students who were surrounding my bed. Mostly Quidditch team, few student and my friends plus (y/n) who was just standing beside me. She wanted to grab my hand but unfortunately it was injured.

How do I know that? because she unconsciously grabbed it but I hissed in pain so she said a few "sorry" and left it carefully. I was so happy. Oh how I wanna dance.

"Should have been brought straight to me. l can mend bones in a heartbeat, but growing them back...." she said while putting the bottle on the side table. She sounds angry though. I nearly fainted when that clownhead "mended" my broken bone.

"You will be able to, won't you?" (y/n) said worriedly, she even put her hand on my shoulder lightly so it won't hurt me. She is so thoughtful. I seriously Lik--Uh- no she is just my good friend.

"l'll be able to, certainly. But it'll be painful. You're in for a rough night, Potter. Regrowing bones is a nasty business." she said pouring a small amount in a cup and giving it to me. I sip a bit not thinking about the taste much but as soon as I gulped a bit, I spited it out instantly. Nasty. Ewww no that taste like shit, I can't drink it.

"What do you expect? Pumpkin juice?" she questioned me sarcastically. Well now I think it should have been pumpkin juice, it would have been lot better. After drinking that shitty medicine madam poppy told everyone to leave so I could rest a bit. (Y/n) was a bit reluctant to go at first, she wanted to stay but madam wasn't listening and we have visiting time restrictions so after persuading her a bit she left with a promise to visit soon. I was more than happy to hear that.

At night when I was asleep, I abruptly woke up when I heard that voice again.

"Kill. Kill. Time to kill" The anonymous voice said again. I sat straight on my bed looking around trying to figure out from where did the voice came. I looked upwards, it was coming from the ceiling. I hurriedly took my glasses from the side table and put it on. I followed the sound it was travelling down the ceiling and when I looked down again, I suddenly saw dobby who was sitting on the table that was in front of me attached to the bed.

"Hello." he said smiling brightly. I was really shocked. What was he doing here?

"Dobby?" I said breathing heavily as I was scared out of my wits.

"Harry Potter and (Y/n) (S/n) should have listened to Dobby. Harry Potter and (Y/n) (S/n) should have gone back home when they missed the train." he said while pointing his index finger towards me.

"lt was you. You stopped the barrier from letting Ron,(Y/n) and me through." i accused him knowing well he was the one.

"lndeed. Yes, sir." he said while looking guilty.

"You nearly got Ron,(Y/n) and me expelled." I whispered/yelled, my voice low so no one could hear me. Honestly I would have never thought that dobby would do something like that. It was really angering me.

"At least you both would be away from here. Harry Potter and (Y/n) (S/n) must go home." he said standing and walking in between my legs, coming closer to me.

"Dobby thought his Bludger would be enough to make Harry Potter see--" I cut him off in between when I realised what he just said. He said his bludger, he means that same bloody bludger that was chasing me and got me here.

"Your Bludger? You made that Bludger chase after me?' I again whispered/yelled at him, he almost got me killed.

"Dobby feels most aggrieved, sir. Dobby had to iron his hands." he said with same guilt, showing me his bandaged hands.

"You better clear off before my bones come back, Dobby, or l might strangle you." I said really controlling my anger. He made a whining noise and jumped off bed, felling down on the floor. I pushed my blanket away and stood up on the floor.

"Dobby is used to death threats, sir. Dobby gets them five times a day at home." he said while holding the side of bed while I was standing in front of him.

"l don't suppose you could tell me why you're trying to kill me?" I said holding my bandaged arm with my good arm trying to support it.

"Not kill you, sir. Never kill you. Dobby remembers how it was before Harry Potter triumphed......over He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. We house-elves were treated like vermin, sir. Of course, Dobby is still treated like vermin." he said while walking backward and me taking further step which made us circling my bed, and started crying loudly after saying it and snorted inside the clothe that he was wearing, cleaning his nose from the snort. Ewww, it's disgusting.

"Why do you wear that thing, Dobby?" I said making a face, I mean I can't even look at it how can he even wear that thing.

"This, sir?" he said while clutching the small portion of the front in his hand.

"lt is a mark of the house-elf's enslavement. Dobby can only be freed if his master presents him with clothes." he said but before I could say something we heard a voice, we looked towards the door. Suddenly he jumped on the bed.

"Listen." he said while doing hand gesture telling me to come closer.

"Listen!" I came closer as he said me to.

"Terrible things are about to happen at Hogwarts. Harry Potter and (Y/n) (S/n) must not stay here......now that history is to repeat itself." he said. What do he mean by Repeat itself. Has it happened before? if yes then who did it? So many questions where swirling in my mind.

"Repeat itself? You mean this has happened before?" I whispered back.

"l shouldn't have said that." he said while putting his hands on his mouth. He looked around and then took the same white bottle from which Madam Pomfrey gave me that nasty medicine and started hitting his head with the bottom of it. Why does he get so violent on himself?

"Bad Dobby! Bad!" he continued to aggressively beating himself.

"Stop it! Stop it, Dobby!" I said hurriedly looking at the door again, grabbing the bottle snatching it and putting it on the table with a thud and then grabbing the front of his clothes and pulling him towards me.

"Tell me. When did this happen before? Who's doing it now?" he said while putting his hands on my hands which were still grabbing his clothe. I know i'm a bit harsh on him but I really need to know the answers.

"Dobby cannot say, sir. Dobby only wants Harry Potter to be safe." he said caressing my hands a bit.

"No, Dobby. Tell me. Who is it?" I asked, while we again heard voice but rather than answering he snapped his finger and vanished into thin air. I looked at my hand that was holding his clothe, how did he do it? Then I heard footsteps and saw the silhouette of few people so I quickly went under my sheet and faced the other way so they couldn't see that I was awake.

"Put him here. What happened?" it sounds like Madam Pomfrey was asking this.

"There's been another attack." It's Professor Dumbledore's voice. I don't know exactly what was going on since I was facing the other side.

"l think he's been Petrified, Madam Pomfrey." this was Professor McGonagall

"Look. Perhaps he managed to take a picture of his attacker." I don't know what it was but it might be a camera and only one person in the whole Hogwarts has camera in his hands. Colin. Next think I heard was something bursting, maybe the camera and they all gasped.

"What can this mean, Albus?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"It means.....that our students are in great danger." Professor Dumbledore said. Oh god this can't be that bad but i'm not sure anymore even Professor Dumbledore looked troubled by this.

"What should l tell the staff?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"The truth. Tell them Hogwarts is no longer safe. lt is as we feared, Minerva. The Chamber of Secrets has indeed been opened again." Professor Dumbledore said, WAIT he said again it means that it was opened before. This isn't the only time it's been opened. This mystery is getting more and more intense. And that night I didn't get even the ounce sleep. I was up all night thinking about the Chamber of Secrets and it's heir.

"Again? You mean the Chamber of Secrets has been opened before?" Hermione asked as she, (y/n) and me were sitting on the ground of a girl's lavatory and stirring some weird looking thing in a pot which was on the burner. It was Polyjuice Potion.

"Of course. Don't you see? Lucius Malfoy must have opened it when he was at school here. Now he's taught Draco how to do it." Ron said from where he was standing with the back on the door of one stall.

"Maybe. We'll have to wait for the Polyjuice Potion to know for sure." Hermione said pulling a black color liquid or it might be some potion from the many other portion that were in that wooden box and putting it in the portion that was on the burner.

"Enlighten me. Why are we brewing this potion in broad daylight......in the middle of the girls' lavatory? Don't you think we'll get caught?" Ron asked looking a bit scared while I was silently resting my head on (y/n) shoulder which she didn't mind. It feels like heaven here I want to capture this moment or if I could just stop the time so I could always stay like this with her.

"No. No one ever comes in here.(y/n) said giggling a bit. Heaven again.

"Why?" Ron asked looking at her.

"Moaning Myrtle." She replied. Well, now who is that or what is that.

"Who?" he asked again. While a transparent girl with glasses looking like a ghost came from a stall next to where Ron was standing my eyes widen a bit looking at her but I still didn't moved my head from (y/n)'s shoulder.

"Moaning Myrtle." (y/n) said again while trying to hint him to look behind but he was called dumb for a reason, as usual he didn't get it and continued to question about Moaning Myrtle.

"Who's Moaning Myrtle?" he asked again, I slapped my forehead imaginarily.

"l'm Moaning Myrtle." she unexpectedly came in front of him and he stood there holding the door while his back was pressed against it and his eyes were as big as saucer, well mine too. Then she flew upward and turned around. She looks like a student of Hogwarts. Why was she a ghost then?

"l wouldn't expect you to know me. Who would ever talk about ugly, miserable......moping Moaning Myrtle?" she yelled while sulking a bit with a loud shriek she zoomed from between us and into the stall all we heard was a splash.

"She's a little sensitive." (Y/n) said while Hermione agreed.

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