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The Heir of Slytherin {year 2}

"Polyjuice Potion?" I asked as I walked with the trio to the Great Hall for dinner. "What're you three mixing that up for?"

"We're going to make Draco confess to being the Heir." Ron told me before stuffing his cheeks with mashed potatoes.

"Malfoy?" I laughed. "He can't be the Heir!"

They frowned at me, making me shrug and continue. "Everyone knows he's a horrible person and should be eaten by the giant squid in the lake, but I don't think he'd do something like this, even if, somehow, his father had opened the Chamber all of those years ago. Seriously, use your brains, guys; it'd be way too obvious. Besides, if Lucius Malfoy was the one that actually opened the Chamber, he wouldn't be in his position in the Ministry. The most Malfoy has done in this situation is to make Muggle-borns and my brother scared." I scowled when I finished.

"Make Neville scared?" Hermione asked.

"Neville believes he's practically a Squib." Harry said.

"Those damned Slytherins!" I hissed.

"You can say that again." Ron sighed. "So, are you staying for the dueling club meeting?"

I shook my head. "I have to do the homework for Binns and McGonagall. I haven't been caught up on it."

"Couldn't you just do it tomorrow?" Harry asked. "This would be really good."

"They've been bugging me for a couple days now; procrastination is making me go crazy." I shrugged before taking a swig of pumpkin juice. "Besides, I'm still limping on this godforsaken ankle of mine."

"Good point." Hermione said.

I smiled sadly. "Sorry, guys."

"It's okay." Ron said. "We'll help you with whatever we learn."

"Wow, you're so nice, Ronald." I chuckled.

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Finally finished with my homework, I sighed and stared into the warm fire in front of me. It was such a peaceful night ... I wished I could just fall asleep here.

Yet, every time I fell asleep since my birthday, I was actually half-expecting to have another dream predicting the next day's fate. Thinking about it, reminded me of what George and Fred said after they saved me from Malfoy last year. "A bad – yet – good moment." they said. Good; the idea of dreaming scared the living hell out of me. I didn't like being able to foretell stuff like that, as if I were some sort of Seer. Bad; I wouldn't know ahead of time if something life-altering would occur, whether it was good or bad.

I should tell Dumbledore, I though. That's what I should have done in the first place.

I sighed. Why did I feel so reluctant about it, though?

Just as I began to get lost even further into my thoughts, I heard the portrait swing open. I turned to see who it was and saw that it was Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"How'd it go?" I asked Harry. He ignored me and climbed the stairs to the boys' dormitories. I looked at Ron and Hermione and pointed at him. "What has his drawers in a knot?"

With slight hesitation, they explained how Harry had spoken Parseltongue during the dueling club. A snake had been going towards Justin Fitch-Fletchley, and Harry had tried to stop it, though it sounded hissy to everyone else.

"Harry said he was trying to stop it." Hermione finished. "Everyone thought that he was egging it on."

"Bloody..." I sighed. "He can't be Slytherin's Heir, can he?"

Ron shook his head. "I don't think so."

"He can't be." Hermione added. "He's in Gryffindor."

Yet he's speaking Parseltongue.