Twisted (Year 2)

Waffles

~(Y/N) POV~

It's been a week since Harry and Ron used a Polyjuice Potion to turn into Crabbe and Goyle. Today's the day I've decided to confront them. Draco begged to tag along, but I thought it'd be smart for him to sit this one out. Merlin only knows what he'd do to them. 

Now, I'm on my way to the great hall. I know the trio will be there. Hermione just got out of the hospital wing. I heard that she turned part-cat. My guess, she somehow failed at brewing her dose of the Polyjuice Potion. 

I push through the busy corridor and spot the three people I'm looking for, sitting at the Gryffindor table. I waltz over and make a spot for myself next to Hermione. 

"Do you want to tell me what the fuck that was about?" I plaster a sarcastic smile across my face. "Did you really think you could get away with using a Polyjuice potion on us?" 

"I- You know?" Harry stutters. "We didn't think you saw us."

"Of course, I know." I roll my eyes. "First of all, I saw Ron's hair, and, your flimsy glasses, Harry. Second of all, you literally put on the worst performance ever. You made it so obvious. I knew something was up when you reacted to Draco and I acting as we always do. Third of all, did you think that Crabbe and Goyle wouldn't come to Draco and me, freaking out about waking up in a storage closet without robes on?" 

"We're sorry (y/n). We thought-" Ron starts.

"You thought that Draco was the Heir of Slytherin. Maybe me too?" I raise my eyebrows. 

"Yes." Harry looks down at the table. 

"You're unbelievable, Harry. I hope you know that everyone thinks it's you. Stop trying to play the hero for once, and let the teachers do their jobs." I scoff. 

"We know you two aren't the Heir, but neither am I." Harry's eyes move to me. 

"And that's not all we figured out when we used the Polyjuice Potion." Ron speaks up. 

"Don't go there right now, Ronald." Hermione buts in. 

"No, I will go there. (Y/n) said that Fred and George have Firewhiskey. Is that what they've been hiding all summer long?" Ron says angrily. 

"You have no right to be mad at me! You inserted yourself into a private conversation! Just pretend like you didn't hear anything, and move on." I yell. 

"That's rubbish!" Ron bangs his fist on the table. "What else have they been hiding? And why are they so much closer to a bunch of snakes than people from their own house?" 

"I didn't come here to fight. I came here to set things straight. Mess with my friends and I again, and your father won't have a job." I spat. 

The trio stares at me blankly.

"Good talk." I grin and make my way over to the Slytherin table for some waffles. 

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~HERMIONE'S POV~

A few days ago, Harry and Ron found Tom Riddle's diary in the girl's bathroom. They think it has something to do with the Chamber of Secrets. But, it's completely blank, and we haven't a clue who Tom Riddle is. So, I'm in the library, scanning the shelves for anything that could help us.

I can't find a single thing.

I walk out of the library and see Harry standing next to Ron. 

"Hermione, hurry up. I've got something important to tell you and Ron." Harry waves me over.

We walk out to the courtyard. Harry explains how Tom Riddle took him back in time through a memory. 

"It was Hagrid. Hagrid opened the Chamber of Secrets 50 years ago." Harry blurts out.