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"Oh no. . ." Harry and Y/N eyes widen.

"Ah, shit." Kayden messed her hair up in frustration.

Harry got to his feet, his breathing fast and shallow, his heart doing a kind of drumroll against his ribs. He looked wildly up and down the deserted corridor and saw a line of spiders scuttling as fast as they could away from the bodies. The only sounds were the muffled voices of teachers from the classes on either side.

"Wh-what are we going to do now?" asked Harry to the two Slytherin girls.

"We could run but. . . Since the Hufflepuffs know that we are looking for him but we can't just leave them lying here. . . We had to get help. . ." Y/N sighed.

"But the thing is would anyone believe that we don't have anything to do with this?" Kayden placed her hands to her hips.

As they were talking and panicking, a door right next to them opened with a bang. Peeves, the Poltergeist came shooting out.

"Oh, fuck no." Kayden groan.

"Why, it's potty wee Potter! And dear N/N and Knighty knight" cackled Peeves, knocking Harry's glasses askew as he bounced past him and messing the girl's hair. "What's Potter, N/N and Knight up to? Why's you three lurking--"

Peeves stopped, halfway through a mid-air somersault. Upside down, he spotted Justin and Nearly Headless Nick. He flipped the right way up, filled his lungs.

"Don't. You. Dare." the Slytherin girls spoke.

Before Harry could help to stop him, screamed, "ATTACK! ATTACK! ANOTHER ATTACK! NO MORTAL OR GHOST IS SAFE! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! ATTAAAACK!"

Crash - crash - crash - door after door flew open along the corridor and people flooded out. For several long minutes, there was a scene of such confusion that Justin was in danger of being squashed and people kept standing in Nearly Headless Nick.

Harry found himself pinned against the wall as the teachers shouted for quiet. Professor McGonagall came running, followed by her class, one of whom still had black-and-white-striped hair. She used her wand to set off a loud bang, which restored silence and ordered everyone back into their classes. No sooner had the scene cleared somewhat than Ernie the Hufflepuff arrived, panting, on the scene.

"Caught in the act!" Ernie yelled, his face stark white, pointing his finger dramatically at the three.

"BULLSHIT YOU PIECE OF SHIT." Kayden was about to lash out to Ernie, but Y/N and Harry stopped her.

"That will do, Macmillan! And Knight, watch your language," said Professor McGonagall sharply.

Kayden broke free from the two students grip and stepped towards the professor. "But you should watch your tone towards me, Minerva; I'm sure you know what I can do. . . Right?" she whispered.

Professor stood still and gulped.

Peeves were bobbing overhead, now grinning wickedly, surveying the scene; Peeves always loved chaos. As the teachers bent over Justin and Nearly Headless Nick, examining them, Peeves broke into song:

"Oh, Potter, N/N, Knight, you rotter, oh, what have you done, You're killing off'students, you think it's good fun--"

"That's enough, Peeves!" Barked Professor McGonagall and Peeves zoomed away backwards, with his tongue out at the three students.

"This way, Potter, Y/N and Knight," she said.

"Professor," said Harry at once, "I swear we didn't--"

"This is out of my hands, Potter," said Professor McGonagall curtly.

They marched in silence around a corner, and she stopped before a large and hideous stone gargoyle.

"Lemon drop!" she said. This was a password because the gargoyle sprang suddenly to life and hopped aside as the wall behind him split in two. Even full of dread for what was coming, Harry couldn't fail to be amazed. Behind the wall was a spiral staircase that was moving smoothly upward, like an escalator. As he and Professor McGonagall stepped onto it, Harry heard the wall thud closed behind them. They rose upward in circles, higher and higher, until at last, slightly dizzy, Harry saw a gleaming oak door ahead, with a brass knocker in the shape of a gryphon.

He knew now where he was being taken. This must be where Dumbledore lived.

They stepped off the stone staircase at the top, and Professor McGonagall rapped on the door. It opened silently, and they entered. Professor McGonagall told then to wait and left the three students there,

"It wasn't even us." Y/N rolled her eyes.

Harry looked around. One thing was sure: of all the teachers' office Harry had visited so far this year, Dumbledore's was by far the most interesting. If he hadn't been scared out of his wits that he was about to be thrown out of school, he would have been delighted to have a chance to look around it.

It was a large and beautiful circular room, full of funny little noises. Several curious silver instruments stood on spindle-legged tables, whirring and emitting little puffs of smoke. The walls were covered with portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses, all of whom were snoozing gently in their frames. There was also an enormous, claw-footed desk, and, sitting on a shelf behind it, a shabby, tattered wizard's hat - the Sorting Hat.

"Oi, Potter, do not touch anything." The two Slytherin sat down on the couch.

Then a strange, gagging noise behind him made him wheel around.

He wasn't alone after all. Standing on a golden perch behind the door was a decrepit-looking bird that resembled a half-plucked turkey. Harry stared at it, and the bird looked balefully back, making its gagging noise again. Harry thought it looked very ill. Its eyes were dull and, even as Harry watched, a couple more feathers fell out of its tail.

Harry just thought that all he needed was for Dumbledore's pet bird to die while he was alone in the office with it when the bird burst into flames.

Harry yelled in shock and backed away into the desk. He looked feverishly around in case there was a glass of water somewhere but couldn't see one; the bird, meanwhile, had become a fireball; it gave one loud shriek, and next second there was nothing but a smouldering pile of ash on the floor.

Y/N and Kayden looked at each other and then to Harry. The office door opened. Dumbledore came in, looking very unhappy.

"Professor," Harry gasped. "Your bird - I couldn't do anything - he just caught fire--"

Y/N and Kayden laughed. To Harry's astonishment, Dumbledore smiled.

"About time, too," he said. "He's been looking dreadful for days; I've been telling him to get a move on."

He chuckled at the stunned look on Harry's face.

"Fawkes is a phoenix, Harry," Dumbledore spoke.

"That makes no sense." Harry breathe, scared that he think he had killed the bird.

"Well, it would if you were smarter." Kayden stood up, hands on her pocket.

"Phoenixes burst into flame when it is time for them to die and are reborn from the ashes. Watch him..." Y/N smiled.

Harry looked down in time to see a tiny, wrinkled, newborn bird poke its head out of the ashes. It was quite as ugly as the old one.

"It's a shame you had to see him on a Burning Day," said Dumbledore, seating himself behind his desk. "He's very handsome most of the time, wonderful red and gold plumage. Fascinating creatures, phoenixes. They can carry weighty loads, their tears have healing powers, and they make highly faithful pets."

Before Dumbledore could speak another word, however, the door of the office flew open with an almighty bang and Hagrid burst in, a wild look in his eyes, his balaclava perched on top of his shaggy black head and the dead rooster still swinging from his hand.

"It wasn'Harry nor Y/N or Knight, Professor Dumbledore!" said Hagrid urgently. "I was talkin'ter him seconds before that kid was found, he never had time, and also their Slytherin friends and Lupus siblings told me that they were with then at the library, sir--"

Dumbledore tried to say something, but Hagrid went ranting on, waving the rooster around in his agitation, sending feathers everywhere.

"it can't've to bin them, and I'll swear it in front of the Ministry of magic if I have to."

"Hagrid, I--"

"- yeh've got the wrong student, sir, I know they never--"

"Hagrid!" said Dumbledore loudly. "I do not think that they attacked those people."

"Oh," said Hagrid, the rooster falling limply at his side. "Right. I'll wait outside then, Headmaster." And he stomped out looking embarrassed.

"You don't think it was us, Professor?" Harry repeated hopefully as Dumbledore brushed rooster feathers off his desk.

"No, Harry, I don't," said Dumbledore, though his face was sad again. "But I still want to talk to you three."

"Another story?" Kayden whispered to Y/N.

"Probably." y/n sighed.

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The double attack on Justin and Nearly Headless Nick turned what had hitherto been nervousness into a real panic. Curiously, it was Nearly Headless Nick's fate that seemed to worry people most. What could do that to a ghost? Did people ask each other; what terrible power could harm someone already dead? There was almost a stampede to book seats on the Hogwarts Express so that students could go home for Christmas.

In the Christmas holiday, some students decided to stay in Hogwarts. Kayden, Henry, Ben, Easton, Lupus Siblings, Oscar, Harry(of course), Weasley family, Hermione, Draco, Vincent, Gregory and Pansy.

"I think the Slytherin common room's this way." said Harry.

"Okay." Ron nodded, Harry, Ron and Hermione move quickly, when. . . Footsteps sound. Seconds later, Percy appears at the end of the corridor.

"Excuse me." Percy conversed with to them.

"What are you doing here?—" Asked Ron, Percy squints, confused by Ron's voice. Harry and Hermione elbow, Ron, who clears his throat and speaks in a lower voice.

"—uh, I mean... What are you doing down here?" Said Ron.

" I happen to be a school prefect. You, on the other hand, have no business wandering the corridors at this time of night. What are your names again?"

"Uh. . ."

"I'm. . ."

"It's. . ."

"Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson!"

Draco Malfoy appears and approached them "Where have you two been? Pigging out in the Great Hall all this time?" he said as be got near.

But then he stared at Goyle(Harry) "Why are you wearing glasses?"

"Ah- um... Reading." Goyle(Harry) took his glasses off.

"Reading?" Asked Draco, Goyle(Harry) nodded.

"I didn't know you could read." he gave him a not-bad look.

"And what are you doing down here, Weasley?"

"Mind your attitude, Malfoy. You want to show a little bit more respect to a school Prefect!" Percy snapped.

"Come on, boys, Parkinson. Weasley thinks he's going to catch Slytherin's hair single-handed." Percy steams. Draco sneers walk off with Harry, Ron and Hermione.

Draco paused by a stretch of a bare, damp stone wall.

"What's the new password again?" he said to Harry.

"Er -" said Harry.

"Oh, yeah - pure-blood!" said Draco, not listening, and a stone door concealed in the wall slid open. Malfoy marched through it, and Harry, Ron and Hermione followed him.

The Slytherin common room was a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling from which round, greenish lamps were hanging on chains. A fire was crackling under an elaborately carved mantelpiece ahead of them, and several Slytherins were silhouetted around it in high-backed chairs.

"Wait here," said Malfoy to Harry, Ron and Hermione, motioning them to a pair of the empty couch set back from the fire. "I'll go and get it my father's just sent it to me--"

Wondering what Draco was going to show them, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat down, doing their best to look at home.

Draco came back a minute later, holding what looked like a newspaper clipping. He thrust it under Ron's nose.

"That'll give you a laugh," he said.

Harry saw Ron's eyes widen in shock. He scanned the clipping, gave a very forced laugh, and handed it to Harry.

It had been clipped out of the Daily Prophet, and it said:

INQUIRY AT THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC

Arthur Weasley, Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, was today fined fifty Galleons for bewitching a Muggle car.

Mr Lucius Malfoy, a governor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where the enchanted car crashed earlier this year, called today for Mr Weasley's resignation. "Weasley has brought the Ministry into disrepute," Mr Malfoy told our reporter. "He is unfit to draw up our laws, and his ridiculous Muggle Protection Act should be scrapped immediately."

Mr Weasley was unavailable for comment, although his wife told reporters to clear off or she'd set the family ghoul on them.

"Well?" said Draco impatiently as Harry handed the clipping back to him. "Don't you think it's funny?"

"Ha, ha," said Harry and Hermione bleakly.

Harry and Ron sat the opposite couch while Hermione, on the other hand, was clinging to Draco.

"Arthur Weasley loves Muggles so much he should snap his wand in half and go and join them," said Malfoy scornfully. "You'd never know the Weasleys were pure-bloods, the way they behave. They're an embarrassment to the wizarding world. All of them

Ron's - or somewhat, Crabbe's - face was contorted with fury.

"What's up with you, Crabbe?" snapped Malfoy.

"Ahem. . . Stomachache," Ron grunted.

"You know, I'm surprised that the Daily Prophet hasn't reported on all these attacks. I suppose Dumbledore is trying to hush it all up. Father always said Dumbledore was the worst thing that ever happened to this place."

"You're wrong!" Said HARRY (GOYLE).

Hermione glared at him, giving him a look to shut up. Draco yanked his arm away from Pansy(Hermione) as he and Harry(Goyle) and stood up.

"What? You think there's someone here who's worse than Dumbledore?"

"Well? Do you?"

"Harry Potter?" he gulps.

Draco smirked "Good one, Goyle. You're absolutely right. Saint Potter. And people think that he's the Heir of Slytherin."

"Then how about Y/N and Knight!" Hermione joined in.

Draco looked at her and raised his eyebrows "I bet it's them and if it's one of them. There are chances that their friends are helping them. And I would gladly help them too."

The three Gryffindor gulps and thinking if it's the two girls.

"Also, dumbledore loves Muggle-borns. A decent headmaster would never let slime like that Creevey in."

Draco started taking pictures with an imaginary camera and did a cruel but accurate impression of Colin: "'Potter, can I have your photo, Potter? Can I have your autograph? Can I lick your shoes, please, Potter?"

"What's the matter with you two? You're acting very...odd."

Far too late, Harry, Ron and Hermione forced themselves to laugh, but Draco seemed satisfied; perhaps Crabbe, Goyle and Parkinson were always slow on the uptake.

"Saint Potter, the Mudbloods'friend," said Malfoy slowly. "He's another one with no proper wizard feeling, or he wouldn't go around with that jumped up Granger Mudblood."

Harry, Ron and Hermione waited with bated breath: Draco was indeed seconds away from telling them it was him - but then "I wish I knew who it is," said Malfoy petulantly. "I could help them."

Ron's jaw dropped so that Crabbe looked even more clueless than usual. Fortunately, Draco didn't notice, and Hermione, thinking fast, said, "You must have some idea who's behind it all..."

"You know I haven't, Parkinson, how many times do I have to tell you?" Snapped Draco.

"And Father won't tell me anything about the last time the Chamber was opened either. Of course, it was fifty years ago, so it was before his time, but he knows all about it, and he says that it was all kept quiet and it'll look suspicious if I know too much about it. But I know one thing - last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened, a Mudblood died. So I bet it's a matter of time before one of them's killed this time... I hope it's Granger," he said with relish.

Hermione's eyes widen, Ron was clenching Crabbe's gigantic fists. Feeling that it would be a bit of a giveaway if Ron punched Draco, Harry shot him a warning look and said, "D'you know if the person who opened the Chamber last time was caught?"

"Oh, yeah... whoever it was was expelled," said Draco. "They're probably still in Azkaban."

"Azkaban?" said Harry puzzled.

"Azkaban - the wizard prison, Goyle," said Draco, looking at him in disbelief "Honestly, if you were any slower, you'd be going backwards."

He shifted restlessly in his chair and said, "Father says to keep my head down and let the Heir of Slytherin get on with it. He says the school needs ridding of all the Mudblood filth, but not to get mixed up in it. Of course, he's got a lot on his plate at the moment. You know the Ministry of Magic raided our manor last week?"

Harry tried to force Goyle's dull face into a look of concern.

"Yeah..." said Malfoy. "Luckily, they didn't find much. Father's got some precious Dark Arts stuff. But luckily, we've got our secret chamber under the drawing-room floor–"

But then a bunch of voices came "Are you sure about it? Are you confident of adding them to this matter?" Y/N asked as the five Slytherin appeared.

Kayden nodded, looking paler than ever "yeah, I need some people to distract the people there."

Then they looked towards the other Slytherins in front of them "well, well, well. If it isn't Draco Malfoy and his gang."

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