Thankfully,I didn't have the same problem as Harry and Ron...closing the barrier...only Dobby could have done it.Of course,it could have happened to me as well,but I went before with Ginny,so it would have been too obvious that way...
At least I don't have to suffer from too much attention and hate life them...Lucky me hehe...
What's even worse,the next day,at breakfast,while everything was dull,the mail come.Obviously,I didn't receive anything.Draco got a letter from his parents,the girls some sweets and magazines...and poor Ron...a Howler.

Draco:Hey,look at that!Weasley's got a Howler!Could you believe that?My parents would never do that.
me:Poor Ron...It will me so embarrassing...

Howler:STEALING THE CAR, I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SURPRISED IF THEY'D EXPELLED YOU, YOU WAIT TILL I GET HOLD OF YOU, I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU STOPPED TO THINK WHAT YOUR FATHERAND I WENT THROUGH WHEN WE SAW IT WAS GONE -

me:This is so scary....

As I said that,I subconciously took ahold of Draco's sleeve,in an attempt to stop my slightly growing anxiety,from all the yelling.Poor Ron...

Howler- LETTER FROM DUMBLEDORE LAST NIGHT, I THOUGHT YOUR FATHER WOULD DIE OF SHAME, WE DIDN'T BRING YOU UP TO BEHAVE LIKE THIS, YOU AND HARRY COULD BOTH HAVE DIED -

Draco:Calm down.She's not yelling at you,after all.You behave yourself,unlike them.
me:I could have been with them there...And the noise in general makes me flinch...

Howler:ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED - YOUR FATHER'S FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT AND IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT BACK HOME.

And then,the Howler ripped itself in tons of little pieces,leaving a red and scared Ron lookin frightened to hell and back.
Oh well...time to start our classes,I suppose...
We learnt about Mandrakes at Herbology,some Transfiguration tricks with beetles and now,I'm heading to DADA with Draco and his 2 silly friends...untill we bump into Harry and Ron,and a little 1st year taking...pictures?That's cool.
Draco started throwing mean words at Harry,something along the lines of "Why would I be jealous of someone like him?And have a split head,with an ugly scar on my forehead?And get famous with a scar?Ha.No way."
Aaaaand Ron got mad,and told Draco to eat slugs,just as Hermione shut close her Lockhart book and told them to stop...Then the said 'Teacher' arrived and I dragged Draco away.I really don't want anything to do with this creepy guy...

At his class,I made a little fort of the numerous books of him and Draco sniggered besides me.

me:I really don't like this guy.I don't fancy seeing his face either.He's so....I don't know...
Draco:Apathetic to look at?
me:Pretty much..There's something that I can't really point out that makes me feel uncomfortable...and that might be his vanity or lack of professionalism.
Draco:I'm with you here...
me:Did you notice how all his books contain alliterations?Quite unprofessional...
Draco:You're not wrong...

Lockhart:Me,Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most- Charming-Smile Award - but I don't talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at her!

me:Lame...
Lockhart:I see you've all bought a complete set of my books -well done. I thought we'd start today with a little quiz. Nothing to worry about just to check how well you've read them, how much you've taken in -You have thirty minutes - start - now!　　

1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart 's favorite color?　　
2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?　　
3. What, in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?
4. When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday, and what would his ideal gift be?          

~~~~~~~~~~Half an Hour later~~~~~~~~~~

Lockhart:Tut, tut - hardly any of you remembered that my favorite color is lilac. I say so in Year with the Yeti. And a few of you need to read Wanderings with Werewolves more carefully - I clearly state in chapter twelve that my ideal birthday gift would be harmony between all magic and non-magic peoples - though I wouldn't say no to a large bottle of Ogdeds Old Firewhisky!. . . but Miss Hermione Granger knew my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil and market my own range of hair-care potions - good girl! In fact...full marks! Where is Miss Hermione Granger?Hermione raised a trembling hand.Lockhart:Excellent!Quite excellent! Take ten points for Gryffindor! And so - to business ...

me:Save my soul,I'm going insane from this idiocy...
Draco:At least you have me *winks*
me:R-right...

Aaaand the next surprise granted by the great Lockhart was...A CAGE FULL OF PIXIES!!!HOORAY!And what did he do next?UNLEASHED THE BEASTS!
Okay,time to hide under the desks...

me:This guy needs to be thrown out of this place...

He tried to use a gibberish self-invented failure of a spell,which obviously had no effect,and proceeded to run out,letting us deal with the mayhem.
Neville even managed to be hanged on the chandelier,and the big dinosaur skeleton fell down.This is some dangerous shit going on here...

Draco:Are you going to do something?
me:And possibly get attacked by a stupid little flying beast?No thanks.Besides,there's Herimione who can handle this.I don't want to get needlessly involved.
Draco:*smirks*Spoken like  a true Slytherin.
me:Were you expecting otherwise?
Draco:Never.

After such a day full of events,the next day came full of surprises.Apparently,the Slytherin Quidditch team has a permission from professor Snape to train,and a full broom set of Nimbus 2001 from,obviously,Mr.Malfoy,which in exchange,had us have Draco as a Chaser.I'm glad at least they didn't replace me...I mean,he wouldn't,would he?

Silently following the team to the pitch,I see the Gryffindor team there as well,looking all ready to practice.Uh oh..this won't end well...

Wood:Flint!This is our practice time! We got up specially! You can clear off now!
Flint:Plenty of room for all of us, Wood.
Wood:But I booked the field!I booked it!
Flint:Ah,But I've got a specially signed note here from Professor Snape.
'I, Professor S. Snape, give the Slytherin team permission to practice today on the Quidditch field owing to the need to train their new Chaser.'
Wood:You've got a new Chaser?Where?

At this point,Draco smugly walked in front,bearing a sly smirk on his face.

Fred:Aren't you Lucius Malfoy's son?
Flint:Funny you should mention Draco's father,let me show you the generous gift he's made to the Slytherin team.

All six of them held out their broomsticks and as I attempted to hide myself behind the tall guys,Draco pulled me to the front with him,showing off the brooms. Seven highly polished, brand-new handles and seven sets of fine gold lettering spelling the words Nimbus Two Thousand and One gleamed under the Gryffindors' noses in the early morning sun.

Flint:Very latest model. Only came out last month,I believe it outstrips the old Two Thousand series by a considerable amount. As for the old Cleansweeps...sweeps the board with them.

Draco and the rest of the team were smiling condescendingly,showing off and radiating with superiority.I would too,but it's quite impossible when you are against your own friends...

Flint:Oh, look,a field invasion.

Oh hell no...Ron and Hermione were crossing the grass to see what was going on

Ron:What's happening?Why aren't you playing? And what's he doing here?
Draco:I'm the new Slytherin Chaser, Weasley.Everyone's just been admiring the brooms my father's bought our team.Good, aren't they?But perhaps the Gryffindor team will be able to raise some gold and get new brooms, too. You could raffle off those Cleansweep Fives; I expect a museum would bid for them.

The Slytherin team howled with laughter,and I tried to hide a chuckle.He's the master of sassy comments and burns.

Hermione:At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in.They got in on pure talent.

Hope you don't insinuate something,dear...

Draco:No one asked your opinion, you fiIthy little Mudblood

.I and most of the Gryffindors gasped and the rude comment,Harry was confused,Flint had to defend Draco from Fred and George,Ron attacked his as well (but failing due to his wand backfiring) and I was really disappointed.
What if I am a so called "Mudblood" myself?After all,I don't know anything about my family.Maybe the dreams I had were just a coincidence.Maybe my last name is just a coincidence...
Godamn it...
A loud bang echoed around the stadium and a jet of green light shot out of the wrong end of Ron's wand, hitting him in the stomach and sending him reeling backward onto the grass.

Hermione:Ron! Ron! Are you all right?

Ron opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead he gave an almighty belch and several slugs dribbled out of his mouth onto his lap.
This is utterly disgusting.As much as I like him as a friend,I can't help but look away and stay as far as possible.This is gross.

At night,I stayed in the Slytherin CR,staring into the fireplace,reminescing and contemplating the way too many things that happened in the last 2 days.
I got so caught up in my own mind,that I was suddenly awoken by a splitting headache caused by a creepy slithery voice that kept saying

" Come ... come to me.... Let me rip you.... Let me tear you .... Let me kill you . . . ."

All of a sudden,I feel a hand on my shoulder and I just in fright with a squeal and fall on the green floor.
Fortunately,it was only Draco...

Draco:What'd gotten into you,all of a sudden?
me:You scared me...
Draco:Are you sure that's all there is to it?
me:Didn't you hear that scary voice?
Draco:What voice?
me:In Salazar's name,please don't tell me I'm going completely bonkers...
Draco:Raven....?Are you okay?
me:I..I don't know...I literally just heard a reaaally creepy voice asking permission to kill me in a really gruesome way.I don't know...
Draco:Next thing you tell me,you can talk to snakes.
me:Well...I'm not sure...Never seen one before...
Draco:Maybe you're just tired.The practice was hardcore,and it's late.Better go sleep.
me:Thanks,Draco.I'll be sure to do so...

I slowly get up and walk to my room,the girls waiting for me....oh,not really.They're already sleeping.This is for the best.I can get a really good rest right now.Hopefully,no more voices...

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Soon enough,Halloween arrived.And what greater thing could an excited student do on Halloween except celebrate with friends?
Oh yes,I know.
Go to a...death anniversary...of your friend ghost...
Sounds much llike what Casper the friendly ghost would do.
But regardless...At least I'm with my friends here...and many other ghosts...
Gives me the heebee jeebees.
Everything in this room was gorgeous gothic thematic and it was quite chilly.So chilly that it might get a student out of his temperature confort zone..SO we decided to explore~
We tried to avoid Moaning Myrtle,the girl ghost hunting the um...girls' bathroom from the first floor...But that couldn't be done because a CERTAIN Poltergeist called PEEVES decided to be a douche...aaand we hurt her feelings.Oh well..
During poor Nearly Headless Nick's death speech,Sir Patrick,the jerk ghost decided to start a game with his head being thrown around so we decided to leave...Hopefully,there's still some pudding left.

On our way though...the voice...

  ". . . rip . . . tear . . . kill . . ."

me:What the...

". . . soo hungry . . . for so long . . ." 

Harry:You hear it too?

  ". . . kill . . . time to kill . . ."

me:Yes,I do!

The voice suddenly moved...upwards?No words!We ran after it until-

". . . I smell blood. . . . I SMELL BLOOD!"

Harry:It's going to kill someone!

We ran through the castle until we reached a shiny wall,lit my torches.On it,it was written in a crimson liquid,looking like blood, " The chamber of secrets has been opened.Enemies of the heir, beware."
Filch's cat, was hanging by her tail from the torch bracket. She was stiff as a board, her eyes wide and staring.Is she...dead?I sure hope otherwise...

me:Holy shit...
Ron:Let's get out of here.We don't want to be caught here...

But it was much too late to escape from that place unnoticed.Just as we turned to leave,the students that were once in the Hall,feasting,are well..here...All the cheery chatter died out once the audience took sight of the hanging hanging cat.Poor Mrs.Norris...

  "Enemies of the Heir, beware! You'll be next, Mudbloods!"  

Oh,I so wonder who said that...
Thankfully,after Filch was about to kill Hary,Dumbledore stepped in and took us to his office.

Lockhart:It was definitely a curse that killed her - probably the Transmogrifian Torture - I've seen it used many times, so unlucky I wasn't there, I know the very countercurse that would
have saved her.. . . I remember something very similar happening in Ouagadogou,a series of attacks, the full story's in my autobiography, I was able to provide the townsfolk with various amulets, which cleared the matter up at once ......  
me:Don't want to cross your word,professor,but at the same time,I'm quite sure Mrs.Norris is not dead.Maybe just petrified?Or...something similar?
Dumbledore:Indeed.She's not dead,Argus.
Lockhart:Ah,I knew it!
me:I'm sure you did...

At my comment,I'm sure I spotted Snape smirk.Poor kitty though...Her red eyes were threatening looking,but she was such a sweet kitty.I proceed to per her head absent-minded,not paying attention to the ruckus they all made.Filch was a sobbing mess...and I couldn't blame him.I'd be the same if that were to happen with my sweet Lich.

Filch:Not dead?But why's she all - all stiff and frozen?
Dumbledore:She has been Petrified,just as Miss.Black guessed.But how, I cannot say . . . .
Filch:Ask him!

Dumbledore:No second year could have done this.it would take Dark Magic of the most advanced -Filch:He did it, he did it!You saw what he wrote on the wall! He found - in my office - he knows I'm a - I'm a...He knows I'm a Squib!
Harry:I never touched Mrs. Norris!And I don't even know what a Squib is.
Filch:Rubbish!He saw my Kwikspell letter!

Snape:If I might speak, Headmaster,Potter and his friends may have simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time.But we do have a set of suspicious circumstances here. Why was he in the upstairs corridor at all? Why wasn't he at the Halloween feast?

Harry, Ron and Hermione all launched into an explanation about the deathday party.

Snape:But why not join the feast afterward?Why go up to that corridor?And you,Miss Black,the dungeons are downstairs.
Harry:Because - because -because we were tired and wanted to go to bed,.Snape:Without any supper?I didn't think ghosts provided food fit for living people at their parties.Ron:We weren't hungry (just as his stomach gave a huge rumble.)Snape:I suggest, Headmaster, that Potter is not being entirely truthful.It might be a good idea if he were deprived of certain privileges until he is ready to tell us the whole story. I personally feel he should be taken off the Gryffindor Quidditch team until he is ready to be honest.McGonagall:Really, Severus,I see no reason to stop the boy playing Quidditch. This cat wasn't hit over the head with a broomstick. There is no evidence at all that Potter has done anything wrong.

Dumbledore was giving Harry a searching look. His twinkling light- blue gaze made Harry feel as though he were being X-rayed.

Dumbledore:Innocent until proven guilty, Severus.

Snape looked furious. So did Filch.

Filch:My cat has been Petrified!I want to see some punishment!Dumbledore:We will be able to cure her, Argus,Professer Sprout recently managed to procure some Mandrakes. As soon as they have reached their full size, I will have a potion made that will revive Mrs. Norris.Lokhart:I'll make it,I must have done it a hundred times. I could whip up a Mandrake Restorative Draught in my sleep -

As soon as I heard Lockhart speak up,I cringed and looked carefully at him.

me:Don't mean to sound rude,again,professor.But I do believe the post of the Potions master is Professor Snape's,not yours.Do please,let an actual expert start the procedure.Snape:Listen to Miss Black,Gilderoy.She noticed what you haven't quite spotted thus far.I believe,as previously stated,that I am the Potions master at this school.

There was a very awkward pause.

Dumbledore:You may go.
Snape:Except for you,Miss Black.I want to have a word with you.

They left and I remained the two of us remained alone.He wants the truth.It was obvious Harry spoke lies.

Snape:Speak.
me:Is it true that...there are people who can speak to snakes?
Snape:Only the heir of Slytherin can be a Parselmouth.But why such a peculiar question?
me:Draco mentioned something about conversing with snakes...
Snape:What are you insinuating,Miss Black?
me:I am insinuating that I am positive that both I and Harry heard a vicious threatening voice that attacked Mrs.Norris and that this is connected to Parseltongue.Um...Um...!Is there any legend related to snakes in Hogwarts?I mean,our own House has the snake symbol!Obviously,it MUST be a myth related to Salazar Slytherin,right?
Snape:Are you aware of the legend of the Camber of Secrets?
me:Tell me more...
Snape:Let's see...

    The story goes that Slytherin had built a hidden chamber in the castle, of which the other founders knew nothing.Slytherin, according to the legend, sealed the Chamber of Secrets so that none would be able to open it until his own true heir arrived at the school.
The heir alone would be able to unseal the Chamber of Secrets, unleash the horror within, and use it to purge the school of all who were unworthy to study magic.
Naturally, the school has been searched for evidence of such a chamber, many times, by the most learned witches and wizards. It does not exist.
A tale told to frighten the gullible.Or so,it is said to be.

me:Sir - what exactly do you mean by the 'horror within' the Chamber?
Snape:That is believed to be some sort of monster, which the Heir of Slytherin alone can control.
me:I can't be the only one who believes it is true.
Snape:Depends who you ask.
me:Do you believe it?
Snape:Perhaps.
me:And the so called Horror would be a...snake related beast of some sort?
Snape:You would be quite correct,Miss Black.That if,it is actually true.
me:*in a low voice*. . . rip . . . tear . . . kill . . . time to kill . . . I smell blood. . . . I SMELL BLOOD!  
Snape:Is that what you heard that lead you to that corridor,specifically to that wall?
me:Precisely.Is not it quite...peculiar.That only I and Harry heard it,and not Lockhart,Granger or Weasley?Or even Draco,after all.What is so special about the two of us that only we could hear it.It cannot be just a coincidence.

At that question,he pulled the hair away from my neck and revealed the skull scar,grim reminder of...something.

Snape:Your mother and Potter's mother died for a reason.You two.The Dark Lord is merciless,when it comes to achieving power.
me:So it is true...then...the monster is...
Snape:You are one very bright young witch,Miss Black,and obviously,one of my own house.A true Slytherin.Don't be reckless in your hunt for answers.
me:I know where to find the answers.In a Care of Magical Creatures book.
Snape:But where,precisely?
me:The...Restricted...section...b-but professor,I-I can't..
Snape:Go there.Yes,I am aware.Not,without a permission slip,that is.
me:Would you-?!
Snape:*smirks*If it weren't someone like you,you would not even dream of having a favour of mine.
me:*taking the permission slip*Thank you so much,professor!I'll be back with answers!

I quickly ran to the library,to the Restricted section,passing by all the prefects by quickly showing them the slip and bayu.

Basilisk
(Also known as the King of Serpents)
M.O.M. Classifiation: XXXXX

The first recorded Basilisk was bred by Herpo the Foul,A Greek Dark wizard and Parselmouth,who discovered after much experimentation that a chicken egg hatched beneath a toad would produce a gigantic serpent possessed of extraordinary dangerous powers.
The Basilisk is a brilliant green serpent that may reach up to fifty feet in length.The male has scarlet plume upon its head.It has exceptionally venomous fangs but its most dangerous means of attack is the gaze of its large yellow eyes.Anyone looking directly into these will suffer instant death.
If the food source is suffiient(The Baasilisk will eat all mammals and birds and most reptiles),the serpent may attain a very great age.Herpo the Foul's Basilisk is believed to have lived for close on 900 years.
The creation of Basilisks has been illegal since medieval times,although the practice is easily concealed by silmply removing the chicken egg from beneath the toad when the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures comes to call.However,since Basilisks are uncontrollable except by Parselmouths,they are as dangerous to most Dark wizards as to anyone else,and there have been no recorded sightings of Basilisks in Britain for at least 400 years.

This....is sooo much more frightening than the whole Voldemort ordeal...Why can't we have a single normal year?