NEXT DAY, Dumbledore was backing into the dormitory, wearing a long woolly dressing gown and a nightcap. He was carrying one end of what looked like a statue. Professor McGonagall appeared a second later, carrying its feet.

Together, they heaved it onto a bed.
"Get Madam Pomfrey," whispered Dumbledore, and Professor McGonagall swept back into view, closely followed by Madam Pomfrey, who was pulling a cardigan on over her nightdress.

He heard a sharp intake of breath.
"What happened?" Madam Pomfrey whispered to Dumbledore, bending over the statue on the bed.

"Another attack," said Dumbledore. "Minerva found him on the stairs.
"There was a bunch of grapes next to him," said Professor McGonagall. "We think he was trying to sneak up here to visit Potter."

"So it's true? The Chamber of Secrets truly will be open!?" Barty asks curiously and yet he was nervous.

"It must be something else, my
boy." Smiles Dumbledore.

"No one ask you." Barty sass before laying his head on Evan's shoulder.

"He shouldn't have visit her then." Snape thought. "That girl is curse neither way."

It was Colin Creevey. His eyes were wide and his hands were stuck
up in front of him, holding his camera. "Petrified?" whispered Madam Pomfrey.

"Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "But I shudder to think ... If Albus
hadn't been on the way downstairs for hot chocolate - who knows what might have -"

The three of them stared down at Colin. Then Dumbledore leaned
forward and wrenched the camera out of Colin's rigid grip. "You don't think he managed to get a picture of his attacker?" said Professor McGonagall eagerly.

"Is he did then he is more useful than Lockhart." Sirius chuckles.

"You don't get to talk." Regulus rolls his eyes. "Wow, there is love in air, Reggie."

Dumbledore didn't answer. He opened the back of the camera.
"Good gracious!" said Madam Pomfrey. A jet of steam had hissed out of the camera.

"Melted," said Madam Pomfrey wonderingly. "All melted..." "What does this mean, Albus?" Professor McGonagall asked urgently.

"It means," said Dumbledore, "that the Chamber of Secrets is indeed
open again." Madam Pomfrey clapped a hand to her mouth. Professor McGonagall stared at Dumbledore.

"But, Albus.. surely.. who?" She asked, "The question is not who," said Dumbledore, his eyes on Colin. "The question is, how..."

"See? It's open!" Barty scoffs at Dumbledore.

"Don't speak toward Professor Dumbledore like this!" Molly tsks.

"And you should not even have the
right to walk on the ground as
Barty." Rabastan smirks at her red face.

"I was about to say that!" Evan poutsat not being the one putting Molly in her filthy place.

The shadow in the back sighs and get out slowly before walking away, a cobra around her neck.

"ᴀᴍᴍᴏɴ, ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴀɴ ᴇʏᴇsss ᴏɴ ᴅᴜᴍʙʟᴇᴅᴏʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ." Coventina hissed, "ʏᴇsss, ᴍɪsᴛʀᴇsss."

"OH FUCK-!" Evan grips on Barty's arm.

"Really!?" Regulus sighs in disbelief.

"What? She came out of nowhere!" He replies. "Just like how he came in you."

"Rabastan!!"

The news that Colin Creevey had been attacked and was now lying as though dead in the hospital wing had spread through the entire school by Monday morning. The air was suddenly thick with rumor and suspicion.

The first years were now moving around the castle in tight-knit groups, as though scared they would be attacked if they ventured forth alone.
Ginny Weasley, who sat next to Colin Creevey in Charms, was distraught, but Aelora felt that Fred and George were going the wrong way about cheering her up.

They were taking turns covering
themselves with fur or boils and jumping out at her from behind
statues. They only stopped when Percy, apoplectic with rage, told
them he was going to write to Mrs. Weasley and tell her Ginny was
having nightmares.

"Poor girl!" Says Euphemia. "You said that twice already." Sirius points out.

"Sirius Orion Black Po-" Sirius gulps and lift up his hand. "And of course, it your choice! So happy.." Euphemia smiles and give him his favorite snack.

Meanwhile, hidden from the teachers, a roaring trade in talismans, amulets, and other protective devices was sweeping the school.

Neville Longbottom bought a large, evil-smelling green onion, a pointed purple crystal, and a rotting newt tail before the other Hufflepuff boys pointed out that he was in no danger; he was a pureblood, and therefore unlikely to be attacked.

"They went for Filch first," Neville said, his round face fearful. "And
everyone knows I'm almost a Squib."

In the second week of December Professor McGonagall came around as usual, collecting names of those who would be staying at school for Christmas.

Granger and Weasley signed her list; they had heard that Malfoy was staying, which struck them as very
suspicious. But Antares, Delphina along with the three Fallen Angels was staying.

"Bet that they are staying over because of the Chamber." Alphard smirks.

"Who would bet with you?" Lucrecia Prewett nee Black raised a brow.

"Did I talk to you?" Alphard snorts.

The holidays would be the perfect time to use the Polyjuice Potion and try to worm a confession out of him.
Unfortunately, the potion was only half finished.

They still needed the bicorn horn and the boomslang skin, and the only place they were going to get them
was from Snape's private stores.

"Oh, something tell me that it's going to be difficult." A Ravenclaw chuckles.

"What are you? A seer?" Her bully snickers.

"No, your step-mother." She smirks.

"OHHH!"

Great Hall. The long dining tables
had vanished and a golden stage had appeared along one wall, lit by
thousands of candles floating overhead.

The ceiling was velvety black once more and most of the school seemed to be packed beneath it, all carrying their wands and looking excited.

"I wonder who'll be teaching us?" said Granger as they edged into the chattering crowd. "Someone told me Flitwick was a dueling champion when he was young - maybe it'll be him."

"As long as it's not -" Coventina began, but she ended on a whine.
Gilderoy Lockhart was walking onto the stage, resplendent in robes
of deep plum and accompanied by none other than Snape, wearing
his usual black.

"Oh, he is still alive?" Remina asks surprise. "Lockhart or Snape?" James smirks.

"Lockhart." Sirius sobs dramatically.

"Gravity and the cliff is still a
plan." Marlene suggests.

"No one is going to kill
Lockhart!" Professor McGonagall
scolds quickly.

"No one is murdering him, Minnie! It's will be accidental!" Sirius defends.

"And don't actlike you are hiding a smile, Minnie." James chuckles.

Lockhart waved an arm for silence and called ' "Gather round, gather round! Can everyone see me? Can you all hear me? Excellent!"

"Now, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start
this little dueling club, to train you all in case you ever need to defend
yourselves as I myself have done on countless occasions - for fudetails, see my published works."

"Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape," said Lockhart,
flashing a wide smile. "He tells me he knows a tiny little bit about dueling himself and has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration before we begin. Now, I don't want any of you youngsters to worry - you'll still have your Potions master when I'm through with him, never fear!"

"Wouldn't it be good if they finished each other off?" Weasle muttered in
Granger's ear. Snape's upper lip was curling. Aelora wondered why Lockhart was still smiling. if Snape had been looking at him like that he'd have been running as fast as he could in the opposite direction.

"Even future Snivellus hate him."

"Sirius."

"Sorry."

Lockhart and Snape turned to face each other and bowed; at least,
Lockhart did, with much twirling of his hands, whereas Snape jerked
his head irritably. Then they raised their wands like swords in front of
them.

"As you see, we are holding our wands in the accepted combative position," Lockhart told the silent crowd. "On the count of three, we will cast our first spells. Neither of us will be aiming to kill, of course."

"I wouldn't bet on that," Coventina murmured, watching Snape baring his teeth.

"Maybe Snape will kill him?" Sirius smile hopefully.

"I am right here!!" Mini Lockhart exclaims loudly.

"Shut up brat." Achilles says firmly.

"One - two - three -" Both of them swung their wands above their heads and pointed them at their opponent; Snape cried: "Expelliarmus!" There was a dazzling flash of scarlet light and Lockhart was blasted off his feet:

He flew backward off the stage, smashed into the wall, and slid down it to sprawl on the floor.

Draco and some of the other Slytherins cheered. Granger was
dancing on tiptoes. "Do you think he's all right?" she squealed through her fingers.

"No, he is dead." Coventina stated coldly. "What!?" Granger gasped.

"For real!?" Evan smile brightly.

"I am prettt sure that she is being sarcasting, pretty boy." Barty chuckles.

"Oh." Evan and James sulks disappoints.

"Cute." Achilles and Barty thought.

Lockhart was getting unsteadily to his feet. His hat had fallen off and
his wavy hair was standing on end.

"Oh, he got reborn." Coventina frowns disappointed. "Maybe we could push him off the stairs?" Aelora suggested.

"Good idea," Anastacius nodded.

"Seriously-"

"It's SIRIUSLY!!" Sirius gasps, "Get it right for Merlin's ball!!"

"Well, there you have it!" he said, tottering back onto the platform.

"That was a Disarming Charm - as you see, I've lost my wand - ah, thank you, Miss Brown - yes, an excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape, but if you don't mind my saying so, it was very obvious what you were about to do."

"If I had wanted to stop you it would have been only too easy - however, I felt it would be instructive to let them see..." Snape was looking murderous. Possibly Lockhart had noticed, because he said,

"Enough demonstrating! I'm going to come amongst you now and put you all into pairs. Professor Snape, if you'd like to help me -" They moved through the crowd, matching up partners. Lockhart teamed Dean with Justin Finch-Fletchley, but Snape reached Coventina and Aelora first.

"Time to split up the dream team, I think," he sneered. "Weasley, you
can partner Finnigan. Potter -"

"Mrs Parkinson, come over here. Let's see what you make of the famous Potter. And you, Miss Nikova - you can partner Miss Bulstrode."

"I want to slice his throat ans feed it to Hades's damn puppy and then cut out his fucking le-" James elbow him out of his thought.

Parkinson strutted over, smirking. Behind him walked a Slytherin girl who reminded Coventina of a picture he'd seen in Holidays with Hags. She was large and square and her heavy jaw jutted aggressively.

"Face your partners!" called Lockhart, back on the platform. "And bow!"

Coventina and Parkinson barely inclined their heads, not taking their eyes offeach other. "Wands at the ready!" shouted Lockhart. "When I count to three, cast your charms to disarm your opponents - only to disarm them - we don't want any accidents - one ... two ... three -"

Coventina swung his wand high, but Parkinson had already started on "one": Her spell hit Coventina but she just stand there unfaze.

"Your daughter is very delusional if she think that she can hurt Coventina." Lucius states.

"She is a Slytherin, she can do it." Heir Parkinson replies.

"And he is delusional too."

Coventina pointed his wand straight at Parkinson and shouted, "Rictusempra!" A jet of silver light hit Parkinson in the stomach and he doubled up, wheezing.

"I said disarm only!" Lockhart shouted in alarm over the heads of the battling crowd, as Parkinson sank to his knees; Coventina had hit her with a Tickling Charm, and he could barely move for laughing.

"I think I'd better teach you how to block unfriendly spells," said Lockhart, standing flustered in the midst of the hall. He glanced at Snape, whose black eyes glinted, and looked quickly away.

"Let's have a volunteer pair - Weasley and Finnigan how about
you -" "A bad idea, Professor Lockhart," said Snape, gliding over like a large and malevolent bat.

"A fucking cure bat, I will beat wih with a baseball bat."

"How about Parkinson and Potter?" said Snape with a twisted smile.

"Go fuck yourself!!"

"Tsk, damn bat."

"Excellent idea!" said Lockhart, gesturing Coventina and Parkinson into the middle of the hall as the crowd backed away to give them room.

"Now, Coventina," said Lockhart. "When Pansy points his wand at you,
you do this." He raised his own wand, attempted a complicated sort of wiggling action, and dropped it.

Snape smirked as Lockhart quickly picked it up, saying, "Whoops -my wand is a little overexcited -"
Snape moved closer to Parkinson, bent down, and whispered something
in his ear. Parkinson smirked, too.

"And of course, Snivellus is giving us another reason to want to kill him." An annoyed look appears on James's face.

"James!" Lily glares at him. "Yes? James is my name." He replies blunly.

"Three - two - one - go!" he shouted.

Parkinson raised her wand quickly and bellowed, "Serpensortia!" The end of her wand exploded.

"Know it." Regulus scoffs.

"Ha, pathetic."

Coventina watched, aghast, as a long black snake shot out of it, fell heavily onto the floor between them, and
raised itself, ready to strike. There were screams as the crowd backed swiftly away, clearing the floor.

"Don't move, Potter," said Snape lazily, clearly enjoying the sight of
Coventina standing motionless, eye to eye with the angry snake. "I'll get
rid of it ......"

"What? No comments Evans?" Achilles smirks lazily before laying on James's lap again.

"He does not want you." He mouths to Lily who gritted her teeth.

"Allow me!" shouted Lockhart. He brandished his wand at the snake
and there was a loud bang; the snake, instead of vanishing, flew ten
feet into the air and fell back to the floor with a loud smack.

Enraged, hissing furiously, it slithered straight toward Justin Finch-Fletchley and raised itself again, fangs exposed, poised to strike.

"ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ," Coventina hissed slowly while keeping eyes contact with the snake.

"What do you think you're playing at?" he shouted, and before she
could say anything, Justin had turned and stormed out of the hall.

Snape stepped forward, waved his wand, and the snake vanished in a
small puff of black smoke. Snape, too, was looking at Coventina in fear.

"I shall take my leave." Coventina smirked and walked out the room with her friends.

"She did it on purpose." Regulus states firmly.

"What? Why? What does she gains in doing that?" Narcissa asks confuses.

"I don't know," Regulus sighs, "Well I think that she want people to be suspicious of her." Andromeda replies.

"Then rumors will go and people will start fearing her." She continues.

"Good theory." Alphard smiles at her.

"T-Thanks." Andromeda looks down and kiss her daughter's forehead.

"How could my daughter be a parselmouth?" Lily thought horrified.