August Seventeenth 2014

I found my parents downstairs in the kitchen. Mum was talking to Lily about something and my dad was looking over a report for work. So I'd just found out my mother and father had been keeping from me that they are famous for finding a 'Secret Chamber' in Hogwarts. I don't see how I haven't noticed it for the past eleven years. Mum was right. She knew that we would find out sooner or later....

'Eventually they're going to realize how everyone knows their names. Why reporters follow us around. They will find out, and when they do....'

Though I honestly don't see how this Chamber is such a big deal. But the fact that they kept it from me.... I guess I should try confronting them about before I jump to any big conclusions yet.

But, what should I even say? 'Hey mum, dad. Can I talk to you how you've been hiding the fact that you're famous for killing a giant basilisk and finding a secret chamber when you were just nearly my age?'

I don't really think that seems appropriate.

Without really thinking, I pushed ahead into the kitchen. Mum managed to take her eyes off Lily for a second and saw me.

"Mum, dad," the words fell out of my mouth, "I really need to talk about something. In private." I added looking at Lily.

"Lily. Go up to your room, we can talk about that mean muggle girl across the street some other time," Mum says kindly to Lily.

Lily walks up to her room muttering, "I jus wanted to play! How does dat make me a freak? You're de one with de strange muggle family who-"

"Lily," Mum says.

"Sorry mummy," she says sheepishly, running up the stairs.

"What do you need to talk about, James?" My dad asks looking up from his report for the first time since I had walked into the room.

"Well- er- do you remember the book Aunt 'Mione got me for my birthday two years ago? The one about Hogwarts?" I ask.

"Yes," My mother says eying my father very quickly, "What about it?"

"You see, er-.... The Chamber of Secrets," I blurt out. "I know how you were taken down to the Chamber and how dad had to rescue you."

"Er- yes that's true," My father says very carefully, as if he was being cautious to say the correct thing. "What about it?"

"How come you've never told me about it?" I ask.

"I guess, it wasn't that big of a deal," Mum says.

"'That big of a deal'?" I ask. "You found a hidden chamber in the school. You were possessed by a bloody psychotic book. How is that not a big deal?"

"Look James," my father says putting his hand on my shoulder. "Er- it's been twenty-two years since that has happened. The reason we didn't tell you about the Chamber is that we were afraid that you might go looking for it once you got to school. We were just concerned about your safety. Plus, some of those memories are not very pleasant to remember."

The way he said that made it sound rehearsed, that he had been reading a script or something. It was a lie- I knew it. Another lie. Maybe I can catch him off guard, ask some more questions.

"How did you know to get into the Chamber though? I mean the location was secret."

"With a little help from your Aunt 'Mione of course. She of course had worked how the monster had been navigating the school through the pipes. So your Uncle Ron and I had finally pinned down the exact location in the school," Dad says.

I can tell he wasn't lying there. But if Aunt Hermione was petrified, then how did she figure out how the monster was moving around the school? But it seemed that my parents had thought of the perfect answers to every question though....

"In the book it kept talking about this 'shall-never-be-named' guy. Who's dat?"

"He was one of the darkest wizards in history," My dad's eyes got a little distant. Something wasn't right about that. There's something more there. I'm positive.

I continued to ask him more questions, but it appeared that he had thought of an answer to every question. I eventually gave up. But, I need to know why would my parents need to lie to me like that, what is this 'horrible truth' that they've been hiding from me?

August Nineteenth 2014

For the two days, I've been trying to find out as much as I can about the Chamber of Secrets without raising any suspicions. I even think Mum was deliberately trying to get me out of the house when she suggested another trip to Uncle George's shop. But eventually, I came to the point were I realized that I'm probably being paranoid. I hadn't found anything else in the book about the Chamber of Secrets so I just probably just give it a rest.

I began browsing through the pages again trying to soak in as much information as possible about the school. I looked through the table of contents when I saw something that caught my attention.

Chapter Forty-Nine: THE BATTLE OF HOGWARTS

I freeze in my spot, my eyes wide looking at the page. Didn't the chapter about the Chamber say something about Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione at the 'Battle of Hogwarts'?

I rapidly flipped from the beginning of the book to Chapter Forty-Nine. I can't find it though. In the book, the chapters skip from Chapter Forty-Eight to Fifty. It's like, the chapter was magically removed.

Magically removed.

There are some thing Mum and Dad don't want us to know. Something involved with a battle. I'm going to find out. I can't ask them of course, that would prove that I'm on to them. But how am I going to find out? I'm only eleven. It's not like I have reliable sources for information. And there's clearly nowhere in the house I can go for information, Mum and Dad aren't that dumb.

Except.... there's one place my siblings are forbidden to go in the house. It's probably for good reasons too. My father's office.

'James,' My father said, across the kitchen table. Albus was toddling freely around the kitchen, grasping onto the counters for balance. Mum was holding a bottle of milk steady in infant Lily's mouth. Even at the tender age of five months, she had those beautiful brown eyes and her red hair was starting to grow.

'Yeah dad?' I ask.

'I just got a letter from your school.'

I sigh. I knew this was coming for days. I hated muggle school. Some boy in my class had been irritating me, I don't even know what he had been on about. He was just annoying. I knew it had happened, and I didn't mean for it to obviously. He was following me, and I panicked. I mean, it's not like I have control over my magic yet!

'What'd Jamesy do?' Albus laughed, nearly stumbling to the floor. I hated it when he called me Jamesy. I absolutely hated it.

'Be careful Albus,' My mother calls over to him, her focus on the mischievous two year old.

'Dad, it was an accident,' I say. 'I swear.'

'James,' he says, 'I'm not mad. I'm not going to punish you for accidentally flooding the boy's bathroom.'

My mum laughed catching my eye, 'I remember the first time I flooded a bathroom. Not a pleasant memory.'

'But you always say-'

'Look, I wish it didn't happen. But, it's clear that you had no control over what happened,' Dad interrupted.

'So, no punishment then?'

'James, I have one rule in this house,' my father says, 'and that's to never go wandering into my office without permission. You know that. Why would I hold accidental magic against you?'

Ever since I was young I had been told never to enter my father's office without permission. What was he hiding in there though? I had only been in there about three or four times in my life, and that was always with the permission of my parents.

But if I want answers, I know what I'm going to have to do. I'm going to sneak in.