Mrs Norris is hanging by her tail from the torch bracket, tiff as a board, with her yellow eyes staring into nothing.

"Is she...dead?" Bonnie asks nervously, after a minute of silence.

"No, I don't think so." I say.

"Let's get out of here." Ron says.

"Shouldn't we try and help-" Harry says.

"Trust me, Harry." I say. "We don't want to be found here."

"Looks like we already are." Amy whispers and we soon hear the chatter of everyone leaving the Great Hall and coming into the corridor.

Looks like the feast is over.

Soon people are crowded around us and there is dead silence. Everyone is staring at us. The silence breaks when we hear-

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

Of course Draco Malfoy moves to the front of the crowd, his cold, grey eyes on us as he grins at us and the immobile cat behind us.

"What's going on here? What's going on?"

The crowd parts and we are face-to-face with Filch. He must've been attracted by Malfoy's voice. We are so dead right now, we aren't going to leave without punishment now.

He freezes, seeing Mrs Norris hanging behind us, immobile.

"My cat! My cat! What's happened to Mrs Norris?" He screeches.

His eyes land on Harry.

"You!" He screeches. "You! You murdered my cat! You've killed her! I'll kill you! I'll-"

"Argus!" Comes Dumbledore's voice.

DUMBLEDORE! Dumbledore comes, followed by a bunch of other Professors. He sweeps past Harry, Ron, Hermione, Bonnie, Amy and I and detaches Mrs Norris from the torch bracket.

"Come with me, Argus." He says to Filch. "You too, Mr Potter, Miss Potter, Mr Weasley, Miss Granger, Miss Lupin and Miss Fields."

Lockhart steps up from the crowd eagerly.

"My office is nearest, Headmaster-just upstairs-please feel free-"

I roll me eyes. Lockhart is so annoying.

"Thank you, Gilderoy." Dumbledore says.

The crowd of students part to let us through. Lockhart, looking excited and important(which in my opinion he isn't), hurries after Dumbledore with Professors McGonagall and Snape following.

As we enter Lockhart's office, there is movement all along the walls as all the Lockhart's in the pictures duck out of sight with their hair curlers. I almost facepalm. They're pictures for Merlin's sake.

Dumbledore sets Mrs Norris on Lockharts desk and begins to examine her. Harry, Amy, Hermione and I share a look while Ron is looking into space and Bonnie is looking away looking sort of ashamed. Ashamed?

While Dumbledore and McGonagall almost have their noses touching Mrs Norris, Snape looms behind us, in the shadows, while Lockhart is dancing around making suggestions.

Have I mentioned how annoying he is. He annoys the hell out of me.

"It was definitely a curse that killed her-probably the Transmogrifian Torture. I've seen it countless times, so unlucky that I wasn't there, I know the very counter-curse that could have saved her..."

Lockhart's rant is drowned out by Filch's sobbing. He's sitting in a chair his face in his hands. As much as I hate Filch, I kind of feel sorry for him, I mean it was his cat. How would I feel if Snow died?

"...I remember something very similar thing happening in Ouagadougou." Lockhart goes on. "A series of attacks, the full story's in my autobiography. I was able to provide the townsfolk with various amulets that solved the case at once..."

Oh my Merlin, Lockhart, just shut up.

At last, Dumbledore straightens up.

"She's not dead, Argus." He says softly.

Filch looks up. "Not dead? But why is she all-all stiff and frozen?"

"She has been petrified." Dumbledore says.

"Ah! I though so!" Lockhart says.

Can he just shut up for a minute? He's giving me a headache. He pretends like he's so cool and so talented. Pfft, no he's not.

"But how, I cannot say..." Dumbledore adds.

"Ask him!" Filch shrieks, pointing at Harry.

Harry? Harry was with the others. He couldn't have petrified Mrs Norris.

"No second year could have done this." Dumbledore says firmly.

"He did it, he did it!" Filch protests. "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!" Filch says.

Well, Filch is a Squib. Interesting.

"I never touched Mrs Norris." Harry says loudly. "I don't even know what a Squib is!"

That's probably true. He did grow up as a muggle.

"Rubbish!" Filch spits. "He saw my Kwikspell letter!"

"If I might speak, Headmaster." Snape says, coming out of the shadows. "Potter and his friends may have simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time."

I guess Snape isn't as bad as I thought.

"But we do have a set if suspicious circumstances here. Why we're they in the upstairs corridor at all? Why weren't they at the Halloween feast?"

I seriously though Snape was being nice. Turns out he wasn't.

"Professor, Amy and I were at the feast." I say. "Harry, Ron, Hermione and Bonnie were at Nearly Headless-I mean, Sir Nicholas's Deathday Party in the dungeons."

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Bonnie take this opportunity to explain about the Deathday Party.

"...there were hundreds of ghosts, they'll tell you we were there-"

"But why not join the feast afterwards?" Snape asks. "Why go up that corridor?"

Uh-oh.

We all glance at each other. We can't tell about the voice.

"Because we were tired and wanted to go to bed." Harry lies quickly.

I facepalm in my mind. 'We were tired'? Really Harry? That's all you could come up with?

"Without any supper?" Snape says, a smile forming. "I didn't think ghosts provided food fit for living people at their parties?"

Snape knows we're lying. We dead for sure.

"We weren't hungry." Ron says, as his stomachs lets off a massive rumble of hunger.

Damn it Ron.

Snape's smile widens.

"Why were you two up there if you were at the feast?" Snape asks Amy and I.

"We'd had enough and went to go look for the others. We figured they didn't want to stay long so we went looking for them." I state.

It's not entirely the truth, but I'm not fully lying either.

"I suggest, Headmaster, that the Potters are not being entirely truthful." Snape says. "It might be a good idea if they were deprived of certain privileges until they are ready to tell us the whole story. I personally feel that they should be taken of the Gryffindor Quidditch team until they are ready to be honest."

"What?" I cry in protest.

"Really, Severus?" McGonagall says sharply. "I see no reason to stop them playing Quidditch, this cat wasn't hit over the head with a broomstick. There is no evidence that they have done anything wrong."

Dumbledore stares at Harry and I, his blue eyes twinkling.

"Innocent until proven guilty." He says firmly.

Snape looks furious. So does Filch.

"My cat has been petrified!" Filch shrieks. "I want to see some punishment!"

"We will be able to cure her, Argus." Dumbledore says patiently. "Professor Sprout recently managed to procure some Mandrakes. As soon as they have reached their full size, I will have a potion made which will revive Mrs Norris."

"I'll make it." Lockhart butts in. "I must have done it a least a hundred times, I could whip up a Mandrake restorative in my sleep-"

"Excuse me," Snape says icily. "I believe I am the Potions Master at this school."

For once I like Snape. Go Snape!

There is an awkward silence.

"You may go." Dumbledore say to Harry, Ron, Hermione, Bonnie, Amy and I.

We leave without any hesitation.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Amy rush off somewhere, leaving Bonnie and I behind.

"Thanks for ditching us guys." I say into the shadows. I turn to Bonnie. "We should probably get back up to Gryffindor tower before Snape catches us."

Bonnie nods.

We silently walk upstairs.

"Sarah." Bonnie says. "Will Mrs Norris be alright?"

"She'll be fine." I say. "Hang on, you don't like Mrs Norris do you?"

Bonnie pauses.

"No, I was just wondering. I just don't want you or Harry getting into trouble." She says quickly.

We reach the Fat Lady, get inside the common room and go straight up to bed.

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For the next few days, the only thing the school would talk about is the whole 'Writing on the wall and Mrs Norris petrified' thing. It gets quite annoying really since it mainly involves scenarios about Harry and I killing Mrs Norris and hiding out as 'The Heir'. It's a load of codswallop.

I saw Filch a couple of times trying to scrub the message off the stone wall using 'Mrs Skower's All-Purpose Magical Mess Remover' with no effect. The words still shine bright red on that stone wall. Filch is also seen a lot guarding that area as if the attacker would return. As if. When he's not guarding the scene of the crime, he's lurking in the shadows, lunging out at students and trying to put them in detention for stupid things like 'breathing loudly' or 'looking happy'. He tried to get me on detention for my hair being bright pink. Apparently it was 'too joyful'. I only wanted to experiment, geez.

Ginny and Bonnie have both been very disturbed by Mrs Norris' fate. According to Ron, Ginny is a great cat-lover. I don't know about Bonnie though, she didn't love cats.

Ron and I kept trying to cheer them up by telling them how horrible Mrs Norris is and that she'll be fine. She is only petrified.

Lately, Hermione and I have been reading up in my copy of Hogwarts: A History, because Hermione left hers at home, trying to find out the legend of the Chamber of Secrets. All it says is that it's a place that Salazar Slytherin created, only the Heir of Slytherin can enter and that it has never been found. Useless.

So now, we're searching the library trying to find a different boom that will tell us the legend. No such luck yet.

One day, in the library, Hermione and I find Harry and Bonnie helping Amy and Ron do their History of Magic homework.

"I thought 'Hogwarts Myths and Legends' would have it." Hermione tells me. "But I can't find it anywhere. I can't find Hogwarts: A History either, it's been checked out and there's a two week waiting period." We sit down at the table with Harry, Ron, Bonnie and Amy.

"But we already looked in my copy, it doesn't have it." I say.

"Have what?" Ron asks.

"The legend of the Chamber of Secrets." Hermione says. "Everyone else wants to know too."

"What's that?" Harry asks.

"That's just it, we can't remember it." I say. "We can't find it anywhere-"

"Hermione, Sarah." Amy says in a sweet voice. "Please let us read your composition."

"No, we won't." Hermione says. "You've had ten days to finish it, both of you."

"We only need a few more inches." Ron says. "Go on..."

The bell rings. Ron and Hermione lead the way to History of Magic bickering, Amy is begging me while Bonnie and Harry are silently walking behind us.

As per usual, History of Magic is boring. Professor Binns, our ghost teacher, gets out his notes and begins to read his flat drone like a vacuum cleaner until nearly everyone, except Hermione and I, is asleep or along the lines of that.

He's been speaking for at least half an hour, when Hermione does something that has never happened before.

She raises her hand.

Professor Binns glances up during his speech on the International Warlock Convention of 1289, looking amazed.

"Miss-er-"

"Granger, Professor. I was wondering if you could tell us anything about the Chamber of Secrets." Hermione says loud and clearly.

Everyone who was asleep or was close to, jerks up at this. Even I do.

Professor Binns blinks.

"My subject is History of Magic." He says. "I deal with facts, Miss Granger, not Myths and Legends." He clears his throat and continues with his notes. "In September of that year, a sub-committee or Sardinian sorcerers-"

He stops again as Hermione's hand is waving in the air again.

"Miss Grant?"

"Please, sir, don't legends have a basis in fact?"

"Well," Professor Binns says slowly. "Yes, one could argue that, I suppose." He peers down at Hermione. "However, the legend which you speak is such a sensational, even ludicrous tale..."

The whole class is hanging onto him with every word. That has never happened before.

"You all know, of course, that Hogwarts was founded over a thousand years ago-the precise date is uncertain-by the four greatest witches and wizards of the age. The four school houses re named after them: Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin. They built this castle together, far from prying muggle eyes, for it was an age when magic was feared by common people, and witches and wizards suffered much persecution."

He pauses to gaze around the room, then continues.

"For a few years, the founders worked in harmony together, seeking out youngsters who showed signs of magic and bringing them to the castle to be educated. But then disagreements sprang up between them. A rift began to grow between Slytherin and the others. Slytherin wished to be more selective about the students admitted to Hogwarts. He believed that magical learning must be kept within all-magic families. He disliked taking students of muggle parentage, believing them to be untrustworthy. After a while, there was a serious argument on the us just between Slytherin and Gryffindor, and Slytherin left the school."

Professor Binns pauses again. I bet he's doing this for effect, he mustn't get students being this eager much.

"Reliable historical sources tell us this much," Professor Binns goes on. "But these honest facts have been obscured by the fanciful legend of the Chamber of Secrets. The story goes that Slytherin had built a hidden chamber in the castle, of which the other founders knew nothing of.
Slytherin, according to the legend, sealed the Chamber so that no one 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 and unleash the horror within an purge the school of all those who, in Slytherins view, were unworthy to study magic."

There is a silence. That's it? That's the legend? There has to be more. Professor Binns looks slightly annoyed.

"The whole thing is utter nonsense, of course." He says. "Naturally the school has been searched, but no such chamber has been found."

Hermione's hand is back in the air.

"Sir-what do you mean by the 'horror within' the Chamber?"

"That is believed to be some sort of monster, which the heir alone can control." Bins says.

The whole class exchanges nervous looks, including me. A monster?

"I tell you, the the thing does not exist." Professor Binns says, shuffling his notes. "There is no Chamber and there is no monster."

"But, Sir," Seamus says. "If the Chamber can only be opened by Slytherins heir, then no one would be able to find it, would they?"

I think about that. That would be true. But how would Slytherins heir find it? Would they've been told and would there be some sort of password?

"Nonsense, O'Flaherty." Binns says. "If a long succession of Hogwarts headmasters and headmistresses haven't found the thing-"

"But, Professor," I say. "Seamus is right, no one would be able to open it if they weren't Slytherins heir, and you'd probably have to use Dark Magic to open it-"

"Just because a wizard doesn't use Dark Magic, doesn't mean he can't, Miss Pennyfeather." Professor Binns snaps.

I cross my arms. He's being a tad rude, if you ask me.

"I repeat, if the likes of Dumbledore-" Binns goes on, clearly aggravated.

"But maybe you've got to be related to Slytherin, so Dumbledore couldn't-" Dean says, but is stopped by Professor Binns who has obviously had enough.

"That will do." He says sharply. "It is a myth! It does not exist! There is no shred of evidence that Slytherin ever built so much as a secret broom cupboard! I regret telling you such a foolish tale! We will return, if you please, to history, to solid, believable, verifiable fact!"

And with that, Professor Binns starts reading from his notes and the rest of the class have sunk back while Hermione and I write down some notes.

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In the afternoon, Harry, Hermione, Ron and Amy went off together, so Bonnie and I decided to have a sisterly afternoon.

We decide to go out to the large beach tree in the grounds, as it is a warm-ish afternoon-considering it's almost winter.

"So, what do you think on all this Salazar Slytherin stuff?" Bonnie asks me.

"It's a load of rubbish." I say. "But I still think there is a Chamber, I mean, how else could Mrs Norris be petrified?"

"True, but I don't get it, you think it's rubbish, but you still think there's a Chamber. Why?"

"The thing about Salazar Slytherin being so bad, is rubbish." I say. "He may have built a Chamber, and there may be a monster, but I think he's got a bad reputation for really nothing. I'm surprised Harry and I haven't gotten bad reputations for always breaking rules. Plus the rumours are saying that Harry is the heir of Slytherin because he was at 'the scene of the crime'."

"That's once again true. But you guys haven't got bad reputations because you're famous-"

"Salazar Slytherin is famous too." I point out. "He is one of the founders of this place." I point to the castle.

"Yeah. But with Slytherin, every witch or wizard there turns bad." Bonnie says.

"Because that's what Slytherin's reputation put out there. They think because Slytherin was bad, they can be bad too." I say.

"You not seriously defending Slytherin are you?"

I pause. Am I?

"Well, the Sorting Hat did consider putting me in Slytherin-" I begin

"What?!" Bonnie splutters. "Slytherin? You?"

"Yes. I didn't want Slytherin because I thought it was bad. But now I think about it, it wouldn't have been too bad if I was in-"

"Yes it would." Bonnie says. "Dad would've killed you, not literally of course."

"What about Amy." I say.

"What about her?" Bonnie asks.

"Would we be still friends with her, even if she was in Slytherin?"

"No. Because she would have been in Slytherin." Bonnie says.

"Point proven." I say. "Just because someone is somewhere with a bad reputation, they are considered bad. If Amy was in Slytherin, and she was the same Amy we have today, I'd be friends with her. Now let's change the subject. Boys. So, who have you got a crush on, you've had a year."

Bonnie blushes.

"There is someone! Who?" I ask.

"R-Ron." She stutters.

I burst out laughing. I fall on my back and I'm laughing uncontrollably.

Bonnie hits me on the arm. "It's not funny!"

"Yes...it...is."I splutter. "R-Ron!"

"Shush!" She says punching me in the same arm.

She doesn't have a good punch.

"Alright. But it's cute, and funny at the same time."

"Don't," punch, "call," punch, "it," punch, "cute!" Punch.

Okay now it's hurting.

"Alright, alright!" I say, sitting up.

"Good."

"But it's still cute!" I say as I get up and run back to the castle.

"Why you little-" Bonnie yells getting up and coming after me.

I run and run, I'm a faster runner than Bonnie. But she's a sneaky little bugger.

"Come and get me!" I yell over my shoulder.

I run inside the castle, run up a few flights of stairs I turn around to see I've lost Bonnie. Ha. I quickly get inside the nearest broom closet to catch my breath.

As soon as I catch my breath, I slowly open the broom closet, and run away quickly. I run and run, not knowing where I'm going until I crash I to someone.

It's Amy. She's with Harry, Ron and Hermione just outside the second floor.

"Sarah! Where were you? And where's Bonnie?" Amy asks, helping me up.

"Well, we lost you guys after classes, so Bonnie and I decided to have a sisterly afternoon. We were talking, I said something that annoyed Bonnie and she came running after me." I pant, holding my stomach.

"I see. Let's go find Bonnie-" Hermione says.

"Nah, she'll find us." I say. "Good sense of direction that one."

Amy shakes her head.

"Anyway, what have you guys been doing?" I ask.

"Uh..." Amy says, trailing off.

"We've been looking for clues on the attack." Harry says.

"Don't you care how it looks?" I ask. "People are already talking about you, Harry."

"So?"

"So? You shouldn't do this, it looks suspicious."

Harry shakes his head. "Let's go."

I reluctantly follow them down to where the writing in the wall is.

Everything is the same since that night when the attack happened. The only differences are that Mrs Norris isn't there, and there is a an empty chair underneath the words 'The Chamber has been opened'.

"That's where Filch has been keeping guard." Ron says.

We all look at each other. The corridor is deserted.

"Can't hurt to poke around ." Harry says, dropping his bag and getting on his hands and knees.

"Aha! Found you Sarah!" Comes Bonnie's voice from behind.

Dear Merlin. Run!

I'm about to turn around and run when she grabs me by my shoulders. Damn it. I'm dead man...girl.

"Alright Bonnie, I'm sorry." I say with my puppy-dog face. No one can resist it.

She punches me shoulder one last time. "Fine, just don't go around telling everyone. Got it?"

"Yes Bonnie." I say, rubbing my shoulder. That punch hurt.

"Good." She says. "Now, what are we doing? And what are you doing on the floor Harry?"

"Looking for clues." Amy says.

"Scorch marks!" Harry exclaims. "Here-and here-"

"Come and look at this!" Hermione says. "This is funny..."

We all make our way over to the window in which Hermione is pouting at. I can see at least twenty spiders scuttling out through a crack in the topmost pane. That's weird.

"Have you ever seen spiders act like that before?" Hermione says.

"No." Amy, Bonnie and I say in sync.

"No," Harry says. "Have you Ron? Ron?"

I turn around and Ron is backed far away from the window, looking scared out of his wits.

"What's up?" Amy asks him.

"I-don't-like-spiders." Ron says tensely.

"I never knew that." Hermione says, looking surprised. "You've used spiders in potions loads of times."

"I don't mind them dead." He says. "I just don't like the way they move..."

Hermione and Amy giggle.

I would, but I hate spiders too. They have too many legs...and eyes.

"It's not funny." Ron says, fiercely. "If you must know, when I was three, Fred turned my-my teddy bear into a dirty great spider because I broke his toy broomstick. You wouldn't like them either if you'd been holding your teddy bear and suddenly it had too many legs and..."

He breaks off, shuddering. Hermione and Amy are obviously trying to suppress giggling.

"I hate spiders too, Ron." I say, patting his shoulder.

We're silent.

"Remember all that water on the floor?" Harry says, breaking the silence. "Where did it come from, somebody's mopped it up."

"Yeah.." I say.

Ron recovers himself and walk a few paces foreword towards Filch's chair. "It was about here. Level with this door."

We go over to the door, and Ron reaches for the brass door knob, but pulls his hand away quickly as though he's been burned.

"What's the matter?" Harry asks.

"Can't go in there." He says. "That's a girls toilet."

"Oh Ron, nobody will be in there, that's where Moaning Myrtle lives." I say.

"Come on, let's have a look." Hermione says.

I still think this is suspicious, but, I follow them past the 'out of order' sign and I to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

I hate this bathroom. It's really depressing. Most of the mirrors are cracked, some of the toilets don't work and Moaning Myrtle just sulks around the bathroom.

We can hear her moaning, hence the nickname.

I put my finger to my lips and walk to the end cubicle. "Hello Myrtle, how are you?" I say.

Moaning Myrtle tilts her head up and floats out of the cubicle. She spots Harry and Ron.

"This is a girls bathroom." She says. "They're not girls."

"No," Hermione agrees. "Just wanted to show them how-er-nice it is in here."

She waves her hand around the dirty bathroom.

"Ask her if she saw anything." Harry mouths to me.

"What are you whispering?" Myrtle asks.

"Nothing." Harry says quickly. "We only wanted to ask-"

"I wish people would stop talking behind my back!" Myrtle says, choking with tears. "I do have feelings you know, even if I am dead."

"No, you see Myrtle, Harry just-" I begin but Hermione interrupts me.

"No one wants to upset you Myrtle," she says. "Harry only-"

"No one wants to upset me! That's a good one!" Myrtle howls. "My life's nothing but misery at this place and now people come along ruining my death!"

"We're sorry, Myrtle." I say. "We just-"

"You think nobody else torments me?" Myrtle says. "Because I'm just Ugly, Miserable, Moaping, Moaning Myrtle!"

"Myrtle, we just wanted to ask you if you'd seen anything funny lately," Amy says. "Because a cat was attacked outside your front door on Halloween."

"Did you see anyone near here that night?" Harry asks.

"I wasn't paying attention." Myrtle says, dramatically. "Peeves upset me so much that I came in here and tried to kill myself. Then, of course, I remembered that I'm-that I'm-"

"Already dead." Ron says hopefully.

Myrtle gives a tragic, melodramatic sob, rises in the air, turns over and dives head first into a toilet, splashing some of us with dirty toilet water. Yuck. I can hear her muffled sins in the direction of the u-bend .

I look over to Harry and Ron who have their mouths wide open in shock.

"Honestly, that was almost cheerful for Myrtle." Hermione shrugs. "Come on, let's go."

Bonnie barely closes the door when a loud voice makes us all jump.

"RON!"

Percy Weasley comes striding before us.

"That's a girls bathroom!" He gasps. "What were you-?"

"Just having a look around." Ron shrugs. "Clues, you know..."

"Get-away-from-there." Percy says. "Don't you care what this looks like? Coming back here while everyone else is at dinner..."

"Why shouldn't we be here?" Ron says hotly. "Look, we never laid a finger on that cat!"

"That's what I told Ginny," Percy says fiercely. "But she still seems to think that you're going to be expelled; I've never seen her so upset, crying her eyes out. You might think of her, all the other first years are thoroughly over-excited by all this business..."

"You don't care about Ginny." Ron says. "You're just worried that I'm going to mess up your chances of being Head Boy."

"Five points from Gryffindor!" Percy says tersely. "And I hope it teaches you a lesson! No more of this detective work or I'll write to Mum!"

And he strides off, the back of his neck as red as Ron's ears.

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That night, we all sit far away from Percy, due to Ron's still hot temper. Getting too angry, because he set fire to his parchment while doing his essay, Ron slams his copy of The Standard Book Of Spells Grade 2 shut, and Hermione does so too.

"Who can it be though?" She says, quietly. "Who'd want all the Squibs and Muggle-Borns out of Hogwarts?"

"Let's think," Amy says. "Who do we know that thinks all Muggle-Borns are scum?"

"If you're talking about Malfoy-" Bonnie says.

"Of course!" Amy says. "'You'll be next Mudbloods!' Come on, you've only got to looks at his foul face to know it's him."

"But Malfoy, the heir of Slytherin?" I say.

"Look at his family." Harry says. "The whole lot of them have been in Slytherin, he's always boasting about it. They could easily be Slytherins descendants. His father's definitely evil enough."

"They could've had they key to the Chamber of Secrets for centuries!" Ron says. "Handing it down, father to son..."

"Well, I suppose it's possible." Hermione says.

"But how do we prove it?" Harry asks.

"There might be a way." I say.

I lean over to Hermione. "Polyjuice Potion." I say.

"Of course! But we'd be breaking at least fifty school rules, and not to mention dangerous."

"If, in a month or so, when you two feel like explaining, let us know." Ron says irritably.

"Alright," Hermione says coldly. "What we'd need to do, is to get inside the Slytherin common room and ask Malfoy a few questions without him realising it's us."

"But that's impossible." Harry says, while Bonnie, Amy and Ron laugh.

"No it's not." I say. "All we would need is some Polyjuice Potion."

"What's that?" Harry and Don ask in sync.

"Snape mentioned it in class a few weeks ago-" Hermione says.

"Since when do we listen in Potions?" Amy says.

"It transforms you into somebody else." I say. "Think about it! We would change into...six Slytherins. No one would know it was us. Malfoy would probably tell us anything. He's probably boasting about it in the Slytherin common room right now, if only we could hear him."

"This Polyjuice stuff sounds dodgy to me." Ron says. "What if we were stuck looking like a bunch of Slytherins forever?"

"It wears off after a while." Hermione says.

"But getting the recipe will be extremely difficult. I remember Snape said it was in a book called Moste Potente Potions and it's in the restricted section." I say.

There is only two ways to get a book out of the restricted section of the library. You either have to steal it, or get a signed not of permission from a teacher.

"Hard to see why we would want the book if we weren't going to try and make one of the potions." Bonnie says.

"I think," Hermione says. "If we make it sound as though we were interested in the theory, we might stand a chance..."

"Oh, come on, no teachers going to fall for that." Ron says. "You'd have to be really thick..."

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A/N

Okay guys, I am SO sorry for not uploading sooner. I did promise I would upload more I the holidays, but I didn't know I'd be busy. I've had family over and it's been hard as there is no wi-fi.

I will TRY to upload again today or tomorrow, because i go back to school school on Monday :(

I hate going to a private school. All the public schools go back in the Tuesday and I have to go back on Monday.

Anyway, I'd better get onto writing the next chapter :)

Hugs and butterfly kisses,

Elise