The morning came around; Myla and the rest of the cheer team followed the quidditch team to the field. She and everyone else were in cheer practice forms. 

"Why do we need to hear what the quidditch captain has to say?" Darlene asked. 

"Because he is the quidditch captain," Phong answered. "We need to appear united not separated." With that, Oliver began to explain what he had in mind.

"I spent the summer devising a whole new Quidditch program. We're going to train earlier, harder, and longer."

"Looks like Slytherin is training today as well," Myla noted; across the way was the Slytherin team, but no cheer team in sight.

"I don't believe it!" Oliver groaned as the teams confronted each other. "Where do you think you're going, Flint?"

"Quidditch practice," Marcus answered. 

"I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today," Oliver informed. "The cheer team is practicing too."

"Easy, Wood," Marcus said as he glanced at the cheer team. "I've got a note." Oliver took the note handing it to Phong. 

"I, Professor Severus Snape, do hereby give the Slytherin team permission to practice today, owing to the need to train their new seeker," Phong read. 

"You've got a new seeker?" Oliver asked. "Who?" The Slytherin team parted revealing Malfoy. 

"Malfoy?" Harry and Myla asked in disbelief. 

"That's right," Malfoy confirmed. "And that's not all that's new this year." Everyone looked at the brooms.

"Those are Nimbus 2001s," Ron said in disbelief. "How did you get those?"

"You see, Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best," Malfoy gloated. 

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

Malfoy stepped up to Hermione. "No one asked your opinion. You filthy little Mudblood." A lot of people gasped as Hermione's eyes filled with tears.

"You'll pay for that one, Malfoy," Ron growled as he took out his wand. "Eat Slugs!" The spell backfired sending Ron flying, and Myla and the rest of the Gryffindors ran over.

"Ron!" Myla exclaimed as a sick look came over him. He began to turn over. "Are you okay?"

"Say something!" Hermione urged. Everyone patiently watched as Ron barfed up a slug.

Colin took a picture. "Wow! Can you turn him around, Harry?"

"No, Colin," Harry denied as he and Hermione got Ron to his feet. "Get out of the way."

"Take him to Hagrids," Myla instructed. "I'll meet you there."

Harry nodded. "He'll know what to do." Myla took out a jar from her back scooping up the two slugs, Ron barfed up.

"We could start calling him Slug Mouth," Malfoy suggested. "All he ever does is shove food in his mouth; now we got to see him barf up slugs." Myla took her wand out of her sock as she stood up. "Got something to say, Myla?"

Myla looked at him with a smile. "I told you to watch your mouth...Glacius!" Draco let out a shriek as he found himself trapped in a block of ice. Myla made her way down to Hagrid's as the Slytherins tried to free Malfoy. She was let in as Ron threw up another slug. "How is he doing?"

"Better out than in," Hagrid answered.

"So, no cure?" Myla asked as she took her seat.

"All we can do is wait, I'm afraid," Hagrid answered. "Who was your brother trying to curse, anyway?"

"Malfoy," Myla grumbled. "He called Hermione a foul name."

"I don't exactly know what it means," Harry admitted. 

Hermione got up, going over to the window. "He called me a Mudblood."

"He did not," Hagrid gasped. 

"What's a Mudblood?" Harry asked.

Hermione turned with tears in her eyes. "It means dirty blood. Mudblood's a really foul name for someone who is Muggle-born. Someone with non-magic parents. Someone like me. It's not a term one usually hears in civilized conversation."

"See, the thing is, Harry, there's some wizards like the Malfoy family, who think they're better than everyone else because they're what people call pure blood," Hagrid explained.

"That's horrible!" Harry exclaimed.

Ron puked up another slug. "It's disgusting."

"And it's codswallop, to boot. Dirty blood..." Hagrid growled. "Why, there isn't a wizard alive today that's not half-blood or less. More to the point, they've yet to think of a spell that our Hermione can't do. Come here." Hagrid held out his hand, and Hermione grabbed it. "Don't you think on it, Hermione. Don't you think on it for one minute. Hey?" Hermione managed a smile. Soon they left, Myla took a turn back to the quidditch field.

"Practice is supposed to be over," said Harry. "Though it never started."

"Cheerleaders don't need to take to the sky Harold," said Myla tapping Ron's back. He stopped puking up another slug. "I will see you all later." Myla skipped onto over to the field, she had new ideas springing, a way to truly get back at Malfoy. She arrived back at the field to see the cheerleaders in the stands, Myla quickly ran up to the stands. "Team?"

"The Slytherin cheer team is taking over today," answered Seika; she gestured to the field. Myla saw the Slytherin Cheerleaders going through a warm-up, Marco Flint looking up at the apologetically. Myla looked back at her team, collectively letting out a sigh.

"Our school is on castle grounds, I am sure there is another spot for us to find," said Myla; the team looked at each other.

"You got any ideas?" Asked Phong looking. "Practice by the Whomping Willow and your dead."

"Mimi has a point," said Halle. "We can scope out another spot for now, or throw in our pom-poms like our quidditch players." Darlene stood up shaking her head. The team left the stands, deciding to choose a practice spot down by the lake.

"Good practice," complimented Benedict looking among them. "Now that we have the other houses joining in on the fun, we will have to do more to stand out. Keep this in mind with the next practice."

"Yes, sir," everyone responded. The team walked into the Gryffindor tower chatting happily with each other, Myla spotted Neville sitting at one of the fires with Seamus and Dean. She skipped over.

"Hello, boys," Myla greeted taking a seat on the couch next to Dean.

"Myla," they all greeted, Dean leaned over.

"So, what was it like being with Snape practically all summer?" Asked Dean. "This mean you are his favorite student?"

"Don't expect him to display it when Draken is around," said Myla making them laugh. "I admit, I didn't come over here to be friendly."

Seamus snorted. "If you did, I think you were body swapped." Neville swatted him as Myla just smiled. "What do you want us to do for you?"

"I am sneaking to the library tonight," answered Myla. "Malfoy ruffled my feathers today."

Dean patted her shoulder. "You were given Ghoul studies to stay out of trouble." Myla rolled her eyebrows. "Are you upset that Ron got detention before you this year?" Myla held up her index and thumb, making a small notion. The boys laughed again.

"What are you hoping to gain at the library anyways, Mimi?" Asked Neville. "We have the right to know as your accomplices."

Myla reached into her pocket pulling out two watches and a mini telescope. "I will be holding on to these till I return." Seamus reached for the telescope, Myla stood up putting her hands behind her back. "Till I return, Seamus."

"You witch!" Yelped Seamus with a smile going from ear to ear. She blew them all a kiss, skipping up to the dorms

"Should we put a stop to it?" Asked Dean.

"And risk detention?" Asked Neville. "Not a chance; her happy place belongs to her." He watched the way her hair moved with every step, the confidence she carried like prized-permament jewelry. Seamus laughed loudly thumping Neville on the back. Up in the dorms, Myla snuck into the boy's dorm, going over to Harry's suitcase. He wouldn't even notice that the invisibility cloak was gone, she hurried over to her dorm, to make a note of what she wanted to look at the library.

"What are you doing?" Asked Hermione peering over her shoulder. "Why are you striving for trouble?"

"I am simply..." Began Myla hunched over her bedstand, she stood up straight. "Keeping my name." Hermione gave her a look. "A love being the youngest inventor, the compliments this summer were fantastic. It did make people forget that I am also sticky fingers Myla, I have a mughshot."

"Myla," groaned Hermione. "You were given that extra class." Myla looked at her with a smile. "Don't lose us points."

Myla smiled. "I am wiser than last year." Hermione groaned more. Come night, Myla snuck into the library with the invisibility cloak over her, gently taking books from the shelves. She grabbed one on spiders, Newton Scammeder, he had that suitcase with a world inside it. She wants to transform that suitcase, the book shop gave her into one. When she left, she accidentally bumped onto Harry, books clattering to the ground.

"Why do I have a feeling, that its you under there Myla?" Asked Harry crossing his arms, Mya shifted the blanket revealing her head, she was smiling big. "You stole."

"Merely borrowing," corrected Myla bending down to grab her books. "I am going to return it." Harry huffed as Myla stood up, she held out her books. Harry looked at her confused, copying her motion. "Thanks for carrying my books, Potter." She plopped the books into this arms. "How was detention with Lockhart?" They began to walk back to the dorms.

"Major ego that one," groaned Harry. "Fame's a fickle friend." He made a face. "Then I heard a voice, one he could not." He told her what the voice had said.

"Odd," commented Myla. "Do you think it has anything to do with that Dobby at your house?" Asked Myla. "The elf?"

Harry shook his head. "Can't be, all he said was something bad was happening at Hogwarts. Which I have no idea how he knows."

Myla opened the common room door, they both got scolded by the woman. "Clearly, he is with a family who had a child here at the school with us, it is only a matter of who." Harry nodded, Myla removed the cloak, throwing it on Harry. "As for the voice, it is an odd thing, even in the wizardy world, not unheard of though." Harry gave her the books. "Though from what I know, it is mainly associated with Dark Magic."

"Cheers," huffed Harry, the two went their separate ways. In the dorms, she saw all the girls had fallen asleep, she was careful to not wake them. She drew her curtains once again, going under the covers. She had a lot of reading to do.

***

October came swiftly, Myla had not approached Draco for a kiss yet. She had to give three of each term, highly annoying. She had also started to prep for her new inventions, she had started to create a spider curse which she was more than happy to test on that dummy, Mr. Borgin gifted her.

With the changing of seasons, the flu had gone around, Myla brewed tea, and sold off her leaves in jars, while Madam Pomfrey gave students her pepperup potion. Percy made Ginny go, the steam from the potion made it look like her head was on fire.

"It's wrong for you to charge people, Myla," scolded Percy one day at the Great Hall, she was separating tea leaves into little jars given to her through Jae Kim.

"I am a business girl, Percy," said Myla looking at him. '"Charge for the jar and leaves now, and less on the refill if they want one." Percy shook his head in disapproval.

"Face it," said Ginny sitting on the other side of Myla. "She would sell it double to the headmaster with a sparkle in her eye."

Percy hissed at Ginny. "Don't put any ideas into her head!" Myla laughed. "Myla, you are taking advantage of people during the flu season!"

"Wrong," disagreed Myla. "You know I want to one day open a tea shop, I am simply testing my product." Percy closed his eyes, folding his hands together.

"Relax, Pinhead," laughed George from across the table. "Just be glad she wasn't in the car with Ronald."

Myla looked at him. "Something we all wished you could've been there for."

"Don't include me on this," disagreed Percy, Ginny laughed taking one of the tea bags. "What is this tea?"

"Knotgrass and peach," answered Myla sorting them into a little box. "Now to go sell them."

"Not so fast little sister," denied Fred putting up his hand, she sat back down. "You can get in trouble for doing it in broad daylight." Myla pouted as Fred gestured to George. "Let us get it out for you."

"Yeah and you give us some of the prophet," added George. "Fair deal."

The two leaned over together. "How much are you charging?"

"4 sickles for the first buy, and 4 knuts for a refill," answered Myla. The two twins looked at each other.

"Listen to what we have to say," said the twins. Percy walked away in irritation, while George and Fred explained to Myla about the price of the product, settling to the first pay of two galleons and the refills at 8 sickles. Ginny was giggling the entire time, trying to help with it. Myla gave the box to the twins, swifting two of the bags. One for her and one for her victim.

***
A late night had come, Myla was in the boat house, chilling on one of the boats, writing down adjustments to the spider curse. She lifted her head at Draco's footsteps, she watched him enter the place with a scowl.

"What is it Weasley?" Asked Draco; Myla shifted to make room for him on the boat. "I am not getting in."

"A wuss?" Asked Myla. "I thought the new Slytherin Seeker would be tougher than this." Draco gritted his teeth into the boat. "I see you got my message."

"What exactly do you want?" Asked Draco; Myla leaned forward, hand on his face, quickly kissing him.

"That is one," said Myla getting out of the boat. "I brought you a tea for you to try for free." She held up the jar; Draco took it from her hand. "It is not poison if that is what you are thinking."

Draco looked at her, raising his eyebrows. "I am now considering it." He looked at her scroll of paper. "What are you doing?"

Myla got out of the boat, rolling up the scroll. "It's your imagination to continue to wonder." She smiled pushing the boat away from the dock. Draco's eyes went wide, he scrambled to the edge reaching for the ledge, barely brushing his fingers.

"Myla!"

"Your said foul words to Hermione," answered Myla. "Exposing your true nature of a full bigot."

"I only said what was true!" Yelped Draco as the boat continued to move toward the lake, he looked to see Myla had her wand out. "Myla!"

"You said a slur," Myla corrected, she smiled. "You seem surprise, I am the first Weasley predicted to end up in Azkaban." She saw the boat approaching closer to the entrance. "You are a slytherin, I am sure you are clever enough to get yourself out of this situation." Draco glared at her angrily, taking out his wand. "Toodles, Draken." She turned to walk out, hands behind her back, she stepped into the doorway when she heard a giant splash and a yelp from Draco. She looked back to see Draco getting out of the water soaking wet, his wand and the jar lying a few inches in front of him. She smiled skipping out of the docks, she transformed into her animagus, flying to the castle, she slipped through the window into the dorm room. By the time the other girls came up, Myla was in bed with a book.

"So this is where you've been," said Pavarti. "Have you been up here the whole time?"

"Out sight and out of trouble," answered Myla raising her book.

"A song to sing," said Halle, Seika nodded.

*****
When morning came, Myla came down to the common room, surprised to see Professor McGonagall there, the woman tilted her head at Myla.

"Ms. Weasley," said Professor McGonagall, she scanned her. "Mr. Malfoy claims you led him to the boat house last night, pushed him into the water." It all went as Myla wanted.

"She was here, Professor," said Kellah. "She was in bed, reading a book called Emma when we came up to the dorms, the other girls nodded.

"As for the tea leaves you said you gave him?" asked Professor McGonagll lowering her head, letting the glass slip forward.

Myla nodded. "I did give him a jar, along with other students here." Professor McGonagall looked to see Cormac making him and a few others. "I want to open a tea shop one day, I was simply testing my product with the student body." Professor McGonagall left the tower, muttering under her breath, Halle grabbed Myla's shoulder as Seika bumped her.

*****

A new day at come, in charms, they were quietly working on book work, she was partnered with Harry.

"Hey," greeted Harry. "Would you want to come to a death party?" Myla looked at him. "For Nearly Headless Nick on Halloween."

Myla looked back at her work. "Are you asking me to go as a guest?"

"Ron, and Hermione are coming too," added Harry turning the page.

"I will go," agreed Myla. "Part of Halloween is honoring the ones before us." She dipped her quill into the ink. "It is meant for ancestors and loved ones, though it could include whoever we want." She looked at Harry to see him smiling ear to ear.

***
It was the day before Halloween, Myla was fiddling with her suitcase, adjusting it for room just like Newt Scamander did, she even put in a ladder. She slipped down the steps into a dark hallway, something she was going have to adjust, she walked over to an black door with red edging, she opened it revealing a whole world in front of her. There was a huge garden for her to plant, with a greenhouse to the left. In front of her was a huge 2 level building. She walked up to the front door, tapping on the front door.

'Password'

"Chudley Canons," announced Myla, the door swung open, she smiled gleefully stepping into the building. She looked to the sides of the entrance room, both had doors, both were traps. She climbed up the stairs in front of her, the door on the stair case was a trap as well.

She walked down the hall, went left, down the hall to the door, it swung open revealing a practice room she constructed. She had placed her practice dummy on it, there was a special corner for making potions. She had opened a door in the special corner, checking out the supply closet. She back tracked down the hall, going further back, the door on the right led to a bedroom, another to a bathroom with washing, the left led to a closet. Where she placed a couch inside. She walked to the further back room, passing a few more trap doors.

The last room is an office, for her to store records of earnings, drafts of inventions, with empty bookshelves.

The traps doors would transport anyone outside the suitcase.

Myla walked into the office, plopping down in the grand chair with black cushion, she looked up at her sky ceiling.

"Outdone yourself, Lala Myla," Myla said to herself, a smile formed on her face. "Absolutely brilliant."

***

Day of the death day party came, Myla seemed the most excited out of the other three. She had dressed similar to how her mom dressed her for the day she met Professor Lockhart at the bookshop. Walking into the party, the entire place was freezing, ghost blue light on the guest faces, Myla took out a small vile of her warming potion, she took a sip, passing it to the others. The place was amazing, thousands of floating black candles, many ghosts.

"Let's have a look around," suggested Harry.

"Don't walk through anyone," said Ron. Hermione had them stay clear of Moaning Myrtle, the girl that haunts the girl's bathroom on the second floor. The food was rotten fish, charcoal burned cakes, moldy cheese. There was a cake that had icing.

Sir Nicholas De Mimsy-Porpington - Died October 31st, 1492

" I am going to go chat around," said Myla. "You never know the upper hand of connections through ghosts."

"Azkaban that one I tell you," scuffed Ron watching his sister walk off, he noticed a new charm on her bracelet, he was not going to bother asking who she stole it from. Myla spoke with every ghost she could, including the house ghosts.

"Madam," Myla greeted the wailing widow from Kent. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Yes," answered the woman holding her throat, they chatted for a bit, before the Grey Lady joined.

"This here is our Hogwarts youngest inventor," announced the Grey Lady. "Myla Weasley?"

"Weasley," asked a man floating over. "Lift your head child." Myla did as instructed, holding her chin out a bit. "Not exactly Matilda...I want to say...Juliette....brilliant that one." He looked around the room to the other students. "The other ginger your brother?"

"Twin," answered Myla. "He is Ronald." The ghost nodded.

"Youngest inventor," repeated the ghost, he tilted his head, revealing a spot where he got punctured, probably by an arrow. "Sir Everett De Aster." Myla nodded politely. Myla chatted with the man, till the headless horseman group showed up, while Sir Nicholas was trying to give a speech, the headless hunt group got rowdy with a game of Head Hockey. till she saw Ron waving. Myla went over to the others, they left in hopes to catch the end of the festivities at the Great Hall. Harry suddenly stumbled to a halt.

"Harry?" Asked Ron.

"It's that voice again," murmured Harry; Myla took the opportunity to use her legilimen skills she learned from Snape. And so she was hearing the voice as well, it was like a hiss.

'...soo hungry...for so long...'

Harry suddenly took off running, they ran after him, Myla continued to hear the voice that Harry was hearing. They stopped at the second floor, they watched spiders crawling in a line up the wall and out the window.

"Strange," commented Harry. "I've never seen spiders act like that."

"I don't like spiders," whined Ronald, Myla's mind went back to the curse she was working.

"Where is all this water from?" Asked Myla as they stepped around in it, in a huge puddle they saw the reflection of something in blood on the wall, they slowly looked up, Hermione let out a gasp at the message. Myla took the move to read it out loud.

THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED. ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE

"It's written in blood," said Hermione as Myla stepped forward, she moved her nose close to the blood to give it a whiff.

"Oh no," breathed Harry, they looked over to see Mrs. Norris hanging by her tail from a lamp. She was frozen mid-meow. Myla looked back at the sound of the other students coming down the hall from all angles. Everyone paused, gasping at Mrs. Norris, reading the message on the walls. Colin Creevy went to take a picture, Percy stopped him.

Draco looked directly at Hermione. "You'll be next mudbloods." That boy will never learn, Myla thought more to the spider curse she was working on, nearly perfected. It was magic the way Filch appeared.

"What's going on here?" Asked Filch moving through the students. "Go on. Make way, make way." He looked up at the lamp, face fell in horror. "Mrs. Norris?" He looked at Harry. "You've murdered my cat."

"No. No," denied Harry shaking his head.

"I'll kill you," threatened Filch, grabbed Harry's cloak. "I'LL KILL YOU!"

"Argus!"

Everyone's attention whipped to Dumbledore, Myla's eyes landed on Ginny, she seemed odd. The way her sister stared at Mrs. Norris, her watery eyes, she seemed pale. The teachers read the message. "Everyone will proceed to their dormitories immediately." Everyone turned to go. "Everyone except..." Dumbledore pointed at the four that didn't go to the Halloween celebration. "You four." Dumbledore detached Mrs. Norris, they proceeded to Lockhart's office, they laid Mrs. Norris on the polished surface of the desk to examine her. Dumbledore was bent over, along with Professor McGonagall while Snape loomed in the shadows, Lockhart rambled, and Filch cried.

Myla stood at the side of the desk observing the cat.

"Is she petrified?" Asked Myla.

"What would make you say such a thing, Ms. Weasley?" asked McGonagall.

Myla tilted her head. "Our first lesson in Herbology this year was with mandrakes, Professor Sprout had asked about the properties of it the root."

"But how she has been petrified, I cannot say," said Dumbledore standing up, confirming Myla's question.

"Ask him," ordered Filch in rage looking at Harry. "It's him that's done it." Tears staining his face. "You saw what he wrote on the wall.

"It's not true sir, I swear, " said Harry. "I never touched Mrs. Norris!"

"Rubbish," cried Filch, using his sleeve to wipe his eyes.

Snape oddly stepped in. "If I may headmaster? Perhaps Potter and his friends were just in the wrong place at the wrong time." The four young Gryffindors looked at each other in disbelief, Snape stepped forward. "However, the circumstances are suspicious. I, for one, don't recall seeing Potter at the Halloween Feast."

"We were at Sir Nicholas's death party," said Myla. "Part of Halloween is honoring the dead." Harry, Ron, and Hermione back her up in the explanation of the party.

"And after?" Asked Snape.

"We were tired and wanted to go to bed," said Harry.

"Without supper?" Asked Snape.

"Not hungry," added Ron. Snape looked back at the headmaster.

"Innocent until proven guilty, Severus," said Dumbledore firmly.

Filch was the least happy, which was understandable. "MY CAT HAS BEEN PETRIFIED! I WANT TO SEE SOME PUNISHMENT!"

"We will be able to cure her, Argus," Dumbledore assured him. "As I understand it, Madam Sprout has a very healthy growth of Mandrake. When matured, a potion will be made which will revive Mrs. Norris. And in the meantime...I strongly recommend caution...to all." He looked at Myla. "Ms. Weasley, come with me."

"Sir, its night," said Ron.

McGonagall smiled at him. "I suspect it's not for punishment Mr. Weasley." She looked at the others. "Off to bed the rest of you."

"I won't be long," Myla assured Ron, she followed Dumbledore up to his office. "Headmaster." Dumbledore sat in his quill taking out parchment and quill. "Professor Dumbledore?"

"Do you recall what I had asked of you over to the summer?" Asked Dumbledore, she nodded. "Keep an eye on Harry."

"Sir," said Myla. "Harry has said he has been hearing this voice." Dumbledore looked at her. "It has a bit of a hiss to it." He looked at his bookshelves. "What is the Chamber of Secrets?"

" A dark history for Hogwarts," answered Dumbledore. "One I had hope to be left in the past." Myla got dismissed, when she got back to the dorms, she went up to Ginny's dorm. She was the only one in her room awake, and crying.

"Ginny," said Myla sitting on the bed.

"Mrs. Norris," cried Ginny rubbing her eyes, her sister was a giant cat lover. "I---"

Myla pulled her sister into a hug. "If something is going on, you can always turn to me, it is what sisters are for." Ginny sniffed. "You seemed more dazed and confused with Mrs. Norris at first." Ginny pulled back, Myla wiped away a tear.

"First year at Hogwarts," sniffed Ginny. "I guess I was expecting less...horror."

****

A few days had passed, now in transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall stood at the front of the class with a tropical bird. Myla sat next to Seika, the next table was Neville and Hermione.

"Could I have your attention, please?" Asked Professor McGonagall. "Right. Now, today, we will be transforming animals...into water goblets. Like so." She looked at the bird, tapping her wand with wrist movements. "One, two, three, Vera Verto." They watched the bird transform into a clean water goblet. "Now, it's your turn. Who would like to go first?" She stepped down from the podium. "Ah Mr. Weasley. One, two, three, Vera Verto."

Ron licked his lips confidently, looking at Scrabbers who sat on the stack of books. He let out a cough, raising his wand, doing the same movements as Professor McGonagall. "Vera Verto?" Scrabbers turned into a fuzzy goblet with a tail, the class laughed as Scrabbers squeaked.

"That wand needs replacing, Mr. Weasley." Advised Professor McGonagall.

"Ask your sister for money for a new one," advised Seamus.

Ron looked at him. "She will charge interest."

Myla laughed looking across the tables, Ron and Harry sat at a table on the other side of Hermione and Neville. "I could be feeling kind." The class laughed more, Hermione raised her hand.

"Yes, Miss. Granger?"

"Professor," began Hermione. "I was wondering if you could tell us about the Chamber of Secrets." The class grew eerily silent, students sat up more.

"Very well," gave in Professor McGonagall seeing the curious looks on the student's faces. "You all know, of course...that Hogwarts was founded over a thousand of years ago...by the four greatest witches and wizards of the age: Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin." She paced along the front. "Now, three of the founders coexisted quite harmoniously. One did not." She paced down the rows. "Salazar Slytherin wished to be more selective about the students admitted at Hogwarts. He believed magic learning should be kept within all-magic families. In other words. Pure-bloods. Unable to sway the others, he decided to leave the school. Now, according to legend...Slytherin had built a hidden chamber in this castle known as the Chamber of Secrets. Though, shortly before departing, he sealed it...until that time when his own true heir returned to the school. The Heir alone would be able to open the Chamber and unleash the horror within, and by doing so...purge the school of all those who...in Slytherin's view were unworthy to study magic."

"Muggle-borns," said Hermione, softly.

McGonagall nodded. "Naturally, the school has been searched many times. No such chamber has been found."

"Professor," began Seika. "What exactly does legend tell us lies within the Chamber?"

Professor McGonaall looked at her. "The Chamber is said to be home to something...that only the Heir of Slytherin can control. It is said to be the home...of a monster."