They reached the second floor, and stopped for a breather. Rosalyn heard the teachers and she, Harry and Ron peeked round the corner to see Professors Snape, McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout and Madame Pomfrey. She heard McGonagall.

..."Our worst fears have been realised! A student has been taken into the chamber itself! The students must be sent home, this is the end of Hogwarts."

Just then the only Professor that Rosalyn hated more than Snape entered the scene. Lockhart strolled along the corridor and said casually.  "So sorry, dozed off, what have I missed?"

Snape answered sardonically. "A girl has been taken into the chamber, Lockhart, your moment has come at last."

Rosalyn silently sniggered, as McGonagall gave a slight smirk, as did all the teachers, Lockhart looked at Snape as if had misheard him.

"M- my- my moment?"

"Weren't you saying just last night that you've known all along where the entrance of the chamber of secrets is?" Snape continued the joke.

Lockhart looked shocked, he moved his lips but no sound came out, and McGonagall helped Snape in ridding them of the arrogant teacher. "That's settled, we'll leave you to deal with the monster, Gilderoy. Your skills, after all, are legendary."

Lockhart looked as if someone had slapped him in the face, and he spoke with a shaky voice. "Very well, I'll be in my office getting- getting ready."

He walked off, and Rosalyn swore she saw tiny, satisfied smiles on every member of staff's face. But things quickly became solemn again as Professor Sprout asked McGonagall. "Who is it that the monster's taken, Minerva?"

And McGonagall uttered the last name that Rosalyn expected to hear.

"Ginny Weasley."

Ron slid down the wall, in shock, and Rosalyn clung to it helplessly. No, not Ginny, it couldn't be her...

But it was, and McGonagall walked away after she had delivered the news, probably because she couldn't take it. Snape soon went, and Rosalyn saw as his cloak billowed past the last message written by the heir of Slytherin.

Her skeleton will lie in the chamber forever

"Her skeleton will lie in the chamber forever..." Ron gasped. "Ginny..."

Rosalyn glanced at her brother and Ron, they were both in the same shock she was. How could Ginny be taken? What had she done?

Rosalyn said in a low voice as the teachers left. "We should go see Lockhart because it's obvious he doesn't know where the entrance to the chamber is, and we know-"

"Do we?" Asked Ron loudly, Rosalyn thanked Godric that all the teachers had left. "Do we know where the entrance is or are we guessing?"

"Well, we know more than that idiot does, for sure," Rosalyn rolled her eyes.

Harry said. "Let's see him, let's go!"

They ran to Lockhart's classroom and pushed open the door.

"Come on! We need to see how worried Lockhart is! It'll be hilarious!" Rosalyn snickered.

"We also need to tell him what we know," Harry said sensibly.

"Yeah, yeah," said Rosalyn and Ron said in unison.

They burst urgently into his office and Rosalyn yelled. "Lockhart we have some information for you!"

But the pompous Professor didn't seem to notice, for he was running round his office, collecting his stuff and putting it into a suitcase. Rosalyn was many things, but she wasn't stupid; he was running away.

"Are you going somewhere?" She knew the answer but still raised her eyebrows in a questioning way.

"Er- yes," Lockhart said, shutting his case and lifting it up, Rosalyn noticed that he was shaking slightly. "Urgent call- unavoidable- got to go-"

"What about my sister?" Ron yelled.

"Er- sorry- most unfortunate- mostly for me- no one regrets more than I-"

"You're the defence against the dark art teacher!" Ron persisted. "You can't go now!"

"Well I must say when I took the job, there was nothing in the job description-"

"There was nothing in the job description about being a pompous, smarmy, head-the-size-of-the-whole-damn-school idiot either and you still managed that!" Rosalyn shouted accusingly at him, "And now you're running away? After all the stuff you did in your books?"

Lockhart didn't look offended, he didn't even flush, as Rosalyn had expected him to, Harry and Ron scoffed behind her but the Professor in front of her put his case on his desk and said. "Books can be misleading!"

"You wrote them!" She countered.

"My dear girl do you not use your common sense!" Lockhart picked his case back up and slammed it down immediately. "My books wouldn't've sold half as well if people didn't think I'd done all those things!"

"You're a fraud," Rosalyn realised. "I knew it. you've just been taking credit for what other wizards and witches have done!"

Before he could answer, Ron got his question in. "Is there anything you can do?"

"Yes, now you mention it. I'm rather gifted with memory charms, otherwise all those wizards, witches and even warlocks would have gone blabby, and I'd never have sold another book. In fact I'm er-" he turned his back to them -"Going to have to do the same to you."

But when he turned back round, Rosalyn, Harry and Ron all had their wands on him, glaring.

"Don't even-" Rosalyn started.

"Think about it," Harry finished.

Lockhart realised he was outgunned, and put his wand down, Rosalyn quickly intervened.

"But just because you're useless doesn't mean that you're not coming with us. Come on, we have someone we need to pay a little visit to."

☆☆☆

Moaning Myrtle was crying when Rosalyn, Harry, Ron and Lockhart went into her bathroom, she was wailing, bit she turned round when Rosalyn stamped her foot on the ground.

"Who's there?" She said this very angrily, but when she saw Harry, she put on a sickly smile. "Oh, hello Harry, what do you want?"

Rosalyn rolled her eyes and quickly said. "To ask you how you died."

Myrtle looked at her rather angrily, but, somehow, answered.

"It was dreadful, it happened here, in this very cubicle." She pointed to the wooden box that she was floating above. "I'd came in because Olive Hornby was teasing me about my glasses, I was crying-"

"Surprise, surprise," Rosalyn said under her breath.

-"Then I heard somebody come in."

"Who was it Myrtle?" Harry asked.

"I don't know. I was distraught! But they said something funny, in a kind of made up language, and I realised it was a boy's voice so I unlocked the door to tell him to go away and then... I died."

"Just like that?" Rosalyn knew the answer to this question, but she played along to her own game. "How?"

"I just remember seeing a pair of great big yellow eyes. Over there, by that sink," she pointed to a random sink beside Rosalyn. She looked around at it. She saw it immediately, a carved snake on the edge of the tap, this must have been-

"This is it," she said, barely believing it. "This is it, Ron, Harry, this is the entrance to the chamber of secrets!"

"Say something," Ron said. "Rosie, say something in parseltongue!"

Rosalyn looked straight at the sink, focusing her eyes and saying, or rather hissing. "Open."

That set it off. The top of the sinks slowly rose up into the air, and all the six sinks in a hexagonal position splayed out from each other. Then, the sink that Rosalyn had spoken to, the one with the snake on it, slowly went down into the ground, when it reached its lowest point, a grate slid over and covered it.

The four of them were shocked.

Lockhart walked forward looking down into the tunnel or the pipe that they'd just created. He seemed terrified. He said. "E- excellent job Rosalyn, now I'll just- there's no need for me to stay-"

He quickly turned round and tried to run off, but Rosalyn, Harry and Ron shoved him back towards the tunnel. He was on the edge, and as an added precaution, the trio pointed their wands at him.

"You go first."

"But you three, What- what good will it do?"

"Better you than us," Ron said.

Lockhart turned round and Rosalyn noticed him shaking. "Shouldn't someone test it first-" Ron gave him a poke with his wand and Rosalyn kicked him in the legs so that he slid off the grate and down into the chamber, he was shouting, but it eventually subsided. Once he landed, they heard his voice go up the pipe.

"Really quite filthy down here."

Rosalyn looked at Harry and Ron. "Well," she breathed. "Let's go."

"Harry?" Moaning Myrtle said. "If you die down there, you're welcome to share my toilet."

Rosalyn almost laughed and Ron raised his eyebrows.

"Thanks Myrtle," Harry said unsurely.

Rosalyn steeled herself, thinking about Justin. About Colin. About Hermione. She was going to stop this. She was going to save them. So, with a last glance at the bathroom, she jumped into the chamber.