"Hold up, so Malfoy isn't the heir of Slytherin?" Amy asks.

"Yes." I say for at least the hundredth time.

"So basically, the whole thing was a waste of time?"

"No," I say. "The Chamber has been opened before. That time someone died. They apparently 'caught' the culprit, but they got the wrong person. So someone innocent is in Azkaban Prison."

"That's all?" Bonnie asks quietly.

"Pretty much. And Malfoy was mostly just making fun of the Weasley's." I say through gritted teeth. "That git."

"Well....it kinda was a waste of time." Amy says.

"Actually, I guess you could say that."

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

Hermione has been in the hospital wing for a few weeks now. Once the term started and everyone was back, they all started rumours about how there was another attack. Idiots.

Harry, Ron, Bonnie, Amy and I go to visit her every day, mostly just to bring her school work.

"Please tell me why you still want to do work?" Ron says, as he hands Hermione a stack of papers one evening.

"I need to keep up Ron." Hermione says briskly.

Hermione's been so much happier lately, ever since she lost the hair from her face and her eyes started going back to their normal brown. She still has the tail though.

"I suppose you don't have anymore leads?" She says in a whisper, once Madam Pomfrey is out of earshot.

"Nothing." Harry says.

"I was so sure it was Malfoy though." Ron says, for at least the hundredth time

"Hermione, what's that?" Bonnie says, pointing to something gold sticking out from Hermione's pillow.

"Just a get well card." Hermione says hastily, trying to shove it away, but Amy quickly grabs it. She starts to read it out:

"'To Miss Granger, wishing you a speedy recovery, from your concerned teacher, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honory Member of the Dark Force Defence League and five times winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award.'"

"Really Hermione?" Ron says, looking at Hermione in disgust. "You keep that under your pillow?"

Hermione is saved answering back as Madam Pomfrey comes out with her evening medicine and shoos us out.

We say goodbye and start to make our way back up to the Common Room when we hear shouting from the floor above.

"That's Filch." Harry mutters.

"What's wrong with him now?" I say.

"Everything." Amy says.

Bonnie gives Amy a look.

"What? There is always something wrong when it comes to Filch." Amy says.

"Let's have a look." Harry says.

"Why?" I whine. "There's no reason, plus, we have to do that homework Snape gave us."

"We can do that later," Harry says. "It could be another attack."

"I highly doubt that." Bonnie quickly says.

I roll my eyes.

"Well, I'm going back up to the Common Room while you guys can waste your time following Filch when it's probably a bit of mud on the floor." I say and I turn around to make my way to Gryffindor Tower.

"Sarah! Wait up!" I can hear Bonnie say. Her and Amy are making their way towards me.

I stop and wait for them to catch up.

"We didn't want to stay, we really do need to get the homework done." Amy says. "Even though I don't want to do it."

"I don't either...oh my gosh, Bonnie, you've never done a prank with us have you?" I say.

Bonnie pauses. "No, why?"

"Because, we could do a prank, duh!" I say. "We could get Fred and George too!"

"I don't want to though." Bonnie says.

"Party pooper." I say. "Alright Amy, do you want to?"

She pauses. "What do you think?" She says sarcastically.

I pretend to think.

"Hmm...no?"

"Yes, you idiot." She says, lightly punching me in the arm.

Bonnie huffs.

"Well, if you two are going to prank and not get your homework done, I'm not going to do it for you and then you two can get in trouble with Snape tomorrow." She says sternly and stalks off towards the Common Room.

"What just happened?" Amy says, confused.

"I have no idea...let's go find Fred and George!"

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

Turns out we didn't do a prank. Fred and George were too busy, and then Bonnie made us do our homework. She is a party pooper.

By the time we actually got together our things and started the essay for Potions, Harry and Ron came back.

"So, was it an attack?" I ask, continuing to write my introduction.

"No." Harry says. "It was Myrtle. She flooded the bathroom again."

I roll my eyes. 'What happened to Myrtle this time?"

Myrtle is always prone to flooding her bathroom whenever something 'horrible' happens to her. It's mostly if someone goes in there and whispers to their friend. She's so sensitive.

"Someone threw a book at her." Ron says.

"A book?" Amy asks.

"Yeah. I think it's a diary that someone wanted to get rid of." Harry says. He gets a black book, well diary, out of his pocket. "It says on the front 'T.M Riddle'."

I hear Bonnie gasp beside me.

"What?" I ask.

"N-nothing. I'm just going to go." She says quickly and runs upstairs.

"Okay, there is something going on with her." I say, once I hear the dormitory door shut. "First, for the whole year, she seems really secretive; two, she didn't want to do a prank, like, I swear she was secretly pranking during the summer; and third, this. What is going on? Has she told you guys anything?"

"No, nothing out of the ordinary." Ron says. "But you're right she is acting weirdly."

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Hermione got out for the hospital, de-catified(that is now a word) at the start of February.

When Harry showed her the diary, she thought it might have hidden powers. Nope. But apparently this Riddle guy had gotten an award for Special Services to the School. According to Ron.

But now, the sun is shining and the birds are singing. Everyone is the castle is carefree and happy because there hasn't been anymore attacks since Justin and Nearly Headless Nick. Also, the Mandrake restorative for the petrified students-and Mrs Norris-is almost ready, so they should be back to normal in no time.

Although, some of the Hufflepuffs, still think that Harry's the heir of Slytherin and that I'm his helper. Stupid Hufflepuffs.

Soon enough, it's February fourteenth. We all know what that means. Valentine's Day. We didn't do anything last year, and I sure hope we don't do anything this year. I've never liked Valentine's Day. It's just another day in a year for me. But couples just use this day to send love letters and teddy bears. It's stupid.

As soon as Amy and I go down to breakfast, I almost die of shock.

Pink. The Great Hall is all pink. Valentine's Day. Ew.

The walls have pink roses, lined along and pink confetti is falling from the 'sky' ceiling.

Amy groans beside me. Like me, she hates Valentine's Day. Well, she told me it was because her fourth grade 'boyfriend' dumped her on Valentine's Day.

"I know." I groan as I plop down.

No. The pancakes are dyed pink. So is most of the food.

"Yep, I'm skipping breakfast." I say.

"Me too." Amy says.

As soon as more people file in for breakfast, there is mixed sounds of groans and squeals of delight.

There's lots of couples sitting together. It's disgusting.

Harry Hermione, Ron and Bonnie come in, just a disguised as Amy and I.

"What is this?" Harry asks, sticking his fork into the pink pancakes.

"Valentine's Day." I say, and Ron points to the staff table.

I look over too, and there's Lockhart, wearing lurid pink robes to match the decorations. This was his idea? Well, who else's would it be? Certainly not Snape or McGonagall.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" Lockhart's says, his voice ringing through the Hall. "And I'd like to thank the forty-seven people who have so far sent me cards! Yes, I have taken the liberty to arrange this little surprise for you-and it doesn't end here-"

He claps his hands and through the doors, come a dozen of little dwarfs. And they're wearing Cupid outfits. Oh dear.

"My friendly, card-carrying Cupid's!" Lockhart's beams. "They will be going around the school today delivering your singing Valentines! And the fun doesn't just stop here! I'm sure my colleagues will surely want to delve into the spirit of the occasion! Why not ask Professor Snape to show you how to whip up a Love Potion? And while you're at it, Professor Flitwick knows more about Entrancing Enchantments than any other wizard I've met, the sly old dog!"

I roll my eyes. What a fun Valentine's day, hooray. Note the sarcasm.

"Hermione, Bonnie, please don't tell me you two were one of the forty-seven?" I say, as we leave the hall for the first lesson.

All day long, the dwarfs kept barging into classes, singing Valentines to the student, to the annoyance of the teachers. I already received three Valentines-not singing ones though, just cards. They were all anonymous.

Just as Harry, Ron, Hermione, Bonnie, Amy and I are walking towards Charms, our last lesson of the day, a couple of the dwarfs start to shout,

"Oy you! 'Arry Potter!" One of them shouts, elbowing people as he comes towards us.

Harry goes red. He's received multiple Valentines himself, but not a singing one. I stifle a giggle watching him go redder when he sees a line of firsts year, watching-Ginny with them.

"I've got a musical message to deliver to 'Arry Potter in person." The dwarf says.

"Not here!" Harry hisses, trying to escape. It's so hard not to laugh.

"Stay still!" The dwarf says, grabbing hold of Harry's bag and pulling him back.

Harry tugs the bag, but I splits. All the contents spill out, including Tom Riddle's diary, and his ink bottle smashes over the lot.

"What's going on here?" Comes a drawling voice that could belong to none other than Draco Malfoy. He's always there when something happens to Harry.

"What's all this commotion?" Comes another voice, obviously belonging to Percy.

Ignoring both, I quickly bend down, Amy helping, to clean it all up. Harry tries to run for it, but one of the other Dwarfs pin him down and sit on his legs.

"Right." The other one says. "Here is your singing Valentine:

His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,

His hair is as dark as a chalkboard.

I wish he was mine, he is truly divine,

The hero who conquered the Dark Lord."

Okay I can't help myself. I let out a laugh. Amy starts rolling around beside me, going red from laughing.

"Off you go, off you go, the bell rang five minutes ago, off to class now." Percy says. "That means you too, Malfoy."

I glance over at Malfoy, who stoops down near Amy and I and picks something up. Riddle's diary.

"Hand it over Malfoy." I say.

"When I've had a look." Malfoy says, waving the diary to torment Harry. Git.

'Don't do anything.' I mouth at Harry, but I'm too late.

He shouts 'Expelliarmus!' And the diary flies back into Harry's outstretched hand.

"Harry!" Percy says. Wow, he's still here. "No magic in the corridors. I'll have to report this, you know!"

I look over at Harry. He looks like he doesn't give a damn. Malfoy looks furious though.

We all make our way to Charms class, all late. And the whole lesson, instead of paying attention, Harry is just staring at the diary.

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

That night, I notice Harry going to bed earlier than anyone else. What's up with him? Ah, it's probably Fred and George, all evening, they've been reciting the song. I found out it was from Ginny.

So, Amy, Fred, George and I do a prank to fill in time. Well, basically we just made an alarm clock for Harry which sings Ginny's Valentine over and over until a spell-which only we know-stops it.

Then after that we just play Exploding Snap before we all head off to bed.

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

"Harry, are you sure it was Hagrid?" I ask the next morning.

Apparently Tom Riddle's diary did do something, it talked back. And apparently Riddle said something about how he was at Hogwarts fifty years ago when the Chamber was opened, and that he could show Harry that he caught the Heir of Slytherin. Apparently it was Hagrid.

"I'm positive, Sarah." Harry says. "Look, it all makes sense. Hagrid could for all we know have been at Hogwarts fifty years ago, and opened the Chamber. Riddle showed me how he had some monster. That's must have been the monster. And Hagrid's here at Hogwarts now, so he could be behind it all."

"And what if he's not?" Amy asks. "Are you expecting is to go to Hagrid and ask whether or not he's been setting a monster loose in the castle? You can't just ask someone something like that, it's just rude."

"I agree with Amy." Bonnie says. "I'm ninety-nine point nine percent sure it's not Hagrid."

"But who else could it be?" Harry says.

"Remember last year? When you thought it was Snape wanting to steal the Philosopher's Stone but it was really Quirrell? What if it's the same?" I say.

"But all this points to Hagrid-"

"Same as what you said last year." I say. "Why are you trying to pin it on Hagrid anyway? I have to say this, but it sounds like you want it to be Hagrid."

"I don't want it to be Hagrid." He says. "Everything makes sense. Who else could it be then?"

"It could be anyone Harry, even one of our friends, and we might not even know it."

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A/N

SORRY!

Why do I have to keep saying sorry after every update? I guess I just feel that people want me to update and I'm too late. I'm sorry. I do have a social life.

Also, I won't be updating until maybe next Saturday, as I am going away on holidays, yay! I may have time to write, but it's not very likely.

I want to ask a question about this book. Little thing before I ask the question though; I'm going to have someone else be possessed with Ginny.

Question: who do you think it is? (Spoiler-ish: it's one of MY characters. So, it could be Amy, Bonnie or Tom-Amy's brother. Do you guys remember him? He was in a small bit of the first book.) So, comment who you think it is, I've been dropping hints thought this whole book ;)

Wow, this is a long author's note.

Vote, comment, fan...whatever.

Hugs and butterfly kisses,

~Elise