Poor, Poor Potters
McGonagall stands before the class. On each desk, is a different animal.
"Today, we will be turning animals into water goblets." She taps the bird in front of her, three times with the tip of her finger. It transfigures into a crystal water goblet. "Now, who would like to go first..." She looks around, before eyeing Ron. "Mr. Weasley?"
Ron nods and taps his rat, Scabbers, with his left hand, but it turns into a goblet with a tail.
"You must get your hand fixed, Mr. Weasley." She shakes her head.
Ron nods sheepishly, his face a bright red, looking at his broken hand. You raise your hand high, catching McGonagall's attention.
"Yes, Miss Potter?"
"Professor, I was wondering if you could tell us about the Chamber of Secrets?"
A hush falls over the class. Professor McGonagall sighs, "My subject is Transfiguration, Miss Potter."
"I know, Professor. But there's very little written about the Chamber of Secrets. For those people with a personal interest in the subject, that is... disturbing? Besides, we have a right to know."
Professor McGonagall, "Hmmm.... I suppose you all do deserve to know." She looks around, "I assume you all know that Hogwarts was founded by four great magical creatures. Godric Gryffindor, a Griffin. Rowena Ravenclaw the Valravn. Helga Hufflepuff the Spriggan. And Salazar Slytherin the Naga. Three of founders co-existed quite harmoniously, but one did not."
"Three guesses who?" Ron jokes.
"That doesn't mean they're all bad, Ron." You quickly defend as McGonagall continues.
"Salazar Slytherin wished to be more selective about the students admitted to Hogwarts. He believed that magical learning should be kept within all-magical families. In other words, the Beautiful and Purebloods. Unable to sway the others, he decided to leave the school."
"Should of stayed gone, if you ask me," Harry says and Ron nods in agreement.
"According to legend, Slytherin had built a hidden chamber in castle; Which you know as the Chamber of Secrets. Shortly before death, he sealed it until the time came when his true heir returned to the school. Only they can open in and unleash whatever was in, and by doing so purge the school of..." She stopped.
"Insitas..."
You look over at Hermione, as she frowns.
She's quick to reassure everyone, "Naturally, the school has been searched multiple times for such a chamber and it doesn't exist."
"Professor, what do you think lies within the Chamber?" Hermione asks.
"Wouldn't it be a snake or something, because that's the Slytherin's symbol."
"All I know is said to be something only the heir can control. It's supposed to be a monster..."
Your eyes shift to Malfoy, who sits calmly, smirking to himself.
You all thread your way through the teeming corridor. Up ahead, Malfoy walks with his Goons. You glare at the back of their heads, hoping they could sense it. Though, they didn't turn around, much to your disappointment.
"D'you think it's true? D'you think there really is a Chamber of Secrets?"
"Something's here, obviously," You reply, but Hermione was quick to step in.
"Of course there is! Couldn't you see that McGonagall was worried? All the teachers are."
"But if there is a Chamber of Secrets, and its been opened.... That means..." He frowns.
"The Heir of Slytherin has returned to Hogwarts. The question is, who is it?"
"Huh. I wonder who it could be?" Ron says, sarcastically, "Who do we know who thinks Human-Borns are scum? Hmmm.... This is really tough." Ron rolls his eyes, shaking his eyes.
You look back up Malfoy, "If you're talking about him-"
"Of course! You know how he is. He hates Muggle-borns."
"I know, but Malfoy? The Heir? Why wouldn't he do it last year? Why would he do it this year? I think it's a first year."
"Well, maybe Ron's right, Y/n." Harry looks over at you, "I mean, look at his family. The whole lot of them have been in Slytherin for centuries."
"Crabbe and Goyle must know. Maybe we could trick them into telling..."
"Not, even they're that stupid. But there might be another way," You look towards Hermione, "Mind you, it would be difficult. Not to mention, we'd be breaking about fifty school rules, but when has that ever stopped us?" You joke. Hermione gives you a dirty look. "What?"
"If you're talking about what I think you're talking about, it's very dangerous. VERY dangerous."
"Well, what do we do, Y/n?"
You smirk in victory, while looking at Hermione who just rolls her eyes.
In a dark corner, you, Harry, Ron and Hermione huddle around the Book 'Moste Potente Potions.' The pages are filled with disturbing illustrations. You point to one, excited.
"Here it is: 'The Polyjuice Potion. Properly brewed, the Polyjuice Potion allows the drinker to transform themselves temporarily into the physical form of another."
"You mean, Harry and I could drink some of this stuff and we turn into Crabbe and Goyle? You and Hermione could disguise as Parkinson and...." Ron takes a moment to think, before his face lits up, "That Greengrass chick!"
"Um.. That's not happening. This is a duo mention not a cuatro mission. So, you and Harry we'll go in."
"Fine, Malfoy should tell us anything."
"While I don't think it's Malfoy, it's a bit tricky. It's one of the more complicated potions. Lacewing flies, leeches, fluxweed-"
"You can't just transform us into them?" Harry asked, a little confused on why you needed to make a potion.
"Only Skinwalkers can do that," Hermione quickly reprimands Harry.
"Skinwalkers?"
"Creatures that take the body of someone else and possess it from the inside. Now back to the potion, we'll also need a bit of whoever we want to change into."
"Wait- Hang on. I'm not drinking anything with Crabbe's toenails in it."
You all ignore him and Harry decides to ask, "How long will it take to make?"
"Even with our skill level," You gesture to you and Hermione, "This is a very complicated potion. It'll probably take a month-"
"A MONTH? But if Malfoy is the Heir.... He could attack half the human-borns in school by then."
"You don't have to tell us that." Hermione shakes her head.
The wind was blowing in your hair and the crowd was roaring. The Slytherins were breezing by thanks to their newly bought brooms.
"Gallopin' Gorgons! Slytherin's flyin' like they got dragon fire in their brooms..."
Out of the corner of your eye, you could Malfoy's dad sitting next to Snape. If there was one thing you knew about Malfoy, was that he was father's boy in the way of 'I want his approval', so you knew Malfoy was going to want to win.
You circle high above the pitch, your eyes scanning for Golden Snitch. You don't even notice that Malfoy flies overhead. That is until you hear his voice.
"All right there, Scarhead?"
You turn around, eyeing Malfoy malevolently. "Shouldn't you be looking for the Snitch?"
"What's the rush?"
"This isn't some tea party Malfoy. I'm not here to talk to you." You could see that he was offended by your words, because his face scrunched up and he glared at you. Before more could be said Malfoy's eyes widen and ducks out of the way.
"Y/N! WATCH OUT!"
You felt your broom grabbed and pulled down, the Bludger just barely missing you. George swoops by, blasting the bat away. You turn around, watching it soar away, but then it turns back around and comes straight for you. You quickly jet away.
For the stands, Hagrid watches as you quickly dodge the ball, "Blimey, Y/n's got 'erself a Rogue Bludger!"
"Rogue Bludger?" Harry asks, turning towards Hagrid.
"Look fer yerself! It's bin' tampered with!"
You quickly excute a series of zigs, zags, loops and rolls, trying to shake the Bludger, but the thing was relentless.
Ron instinctively draws his hand, and begins to point towards you abd the Bludger, when Hermione's hand intercedes. She glances at his fractured hand. Ron groans, giving her the ugly eye.
"You're joking right? Besides even if your hand was fixes, it's too risky. You could hit Y/n."
"What are we going to do? What if my sister gets hurt?"
As you frantically dip and dive, Malfoy cruises by, much to your annoyance.
"Training for the ballet, Potter?"
You groan and turn towards him, "Why are you so obsessed with me?"
His face turns a bright red and you could see the red going all the way up to his ears, "I am NOT obsessed with you."
You suddenly notice something buzzing inches above Malfoy's left ear... It was is the Golden Snitch!"
"Did you hear me!?"
You roll your eyes, ignoring him before charging at him. Malfoy gulps and moves out of the way and watches you rocket past. You chase the plummeting Snitch, Malfoy following you closely. You both race downward, trailing behind the hissing snitch deep into the trench. Shoulder to shoulder, you both race madly, driving and dodging the wooden support beams that crisscrossed your path. Directly behind you both, the Bludger follows, shattering the beams as it dogs you.
You felt a sharp kick in your side, forcing you to the edge of the trench. You brush the wall, battling for control. You hear a snicker and look up to see Malfoy, but to your pleasure, he runs smack into one of the beams and falls flat on his back in the middle of the pitch. The idiot wanted to show off infront of his father and now he had to pay.
You continue on, closing on the Snitch, fingertips only inches away from catching it when the Bludger smashes into your arm. You cry out, but steady yourself and with a brilliant move, you snatch the Snitch out of the air with your good hand. Unable to control your brook with a shattered arm, you hit the pit with a a sickening thud. You wince, rolling onto your shoulder, squinting up; a black dot- growing rapidly larger- is plummeting from the sky, directly towards you. It's the bloody Rogue Bludger.
Instantly, you spin away, grimacing in agony as the Bludger hits the ground like a sledge hammer, violently pounding the pitch again and again, only inches away form you. The pain was agonizing and you could feel the tears prickle and you wanted to scream.
Suddenly the Bludger hangs briefly in the air, slowly ceases spinning. It then drops heavily to the pitch. You exhale, relieved, only to go back to the pain in your arm. Concerned faces swarm above you, but one particular face pushes through the others.
"Not to worry, Y/n. I'll fix that arm of yours straight away."
"Please no... Please don't let him touch me. Please no.. No.... Please no." You shake your head, now crying. You begged and pleaded, but it really was no use.
"Poor girl doesn't know what she's saying. This won't hurt a bit..." Lockhart twirls his hand, you brace yourself... But there was nothing. You look up at the faces surrounding you. Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Hagrid look at you horror stricken/
"What's wrong."
Lockhart taps his chin. "Ah. Yes, well that can sometimes happen. The point is, the bones are no longer broken."
"Brok'n? He doesn't 'ave any bones at all!"
"You took my sister's bones? Where did they go!"
You look at your hand, which now looked like an empty rubber glove and scream.
You sit on the hospital bed, with Ron, Harry and Hermione around you. Madam Pomfrey pours out a steaming beakerful of liquid from a bottle of Skele-gro. A group of Gryffindors, including some of your teammates, stand nearby. Though there was also a guy, a Hufflepuff whom you recognized as the Hufflepuff Seeker, and Hillard.
"She should have been brought straight to me! I can mend bones in a heart beat- but growing them back."
"You will be able to, won't you?" Hermione asks, worried.
"I'll be able to, why there's nearly no injury I can't fix. You're very lucky it wasn't your dominant hand, Miss Potter. But it will be extremely painful. You're in for a rough night, Potter. Regrowing bones is a nasty business." You take the steaming cup and drink, grimacing.
"Well what did you expect- Pumpkin Juice?"
There's then a flash and you blink, before seeing Colin standing with his big camera. You groan and glare at him, upset.
"That was brilliant today, Y/n! Brilliant!"
"You can't have cameras in here Mr. Creevey."
"Sorry, Madam Pomfrey," He puts the camera away. He comes over to you, but Harry quickly stops him.
"Hey, Colin, how about we go outside." Ron and Hermione following, before wishing you well.
You sigh, fiddling with the cup, before another face came in. You had never spoken to that male, expect one word.
"Y/n Potter, I'm Cedric Diggory."
"I knew that," You quickly state, blushing out of embarrassment.
"Of course, I just wanted to be sure. That was a nasty hit. Poor thing."
Your eyes, widen as he leans into your forehead. You quickly grab his hand to pull him away.
"I'm sorry. Sometimes I get carried away." He looks towards one of the desk by your bed and points to a muffin. A colorful muffin. "What's that?"
You looked back at where he was pointing, "Oh.. It's a muffin. I think it's from Robert Hilliard."
"The Ravenclaw Prefect?"
You nod, but frown when seeing his confused look. "Is something wrong?"
"It's probably nothing."
That did not assure you.
You fidget in the darkness, half-asleep, then your eyes slowly flutter open. You groaned, feeling the bones in your arm still fixing. Though it wasn't nearly as painful as it had been a few hours earlier. There was a light sensation of being watched. You looked around the room, not seeing anything. You sighed, confused, but you just slowly closed your eyes, but then there was a bounce on your bed, startling you awake. You sat up and looked around the room, only to be shocked by the creature sitting at the end of the hospital bed.
"Dobby?"