The American Pure-Blood: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets [Book 2]

Chapter XI: The Boy and the Ghost

Someone's POV

Both him and Harry turned on their heel and stormed out of the library, earning themselves a reproving glare from Madam Pince, who was polishing the gilded cover of a large spellbook. They blundered up the corridor, barely noticing where he was going, he was in such a fury. The result was that he walked into something very large and solid, which knocked him backward onto the floor.
"Oh, hello, Hagrid," Harry said, looking up. Hagrid's face was entirely hidden by a woolly, snow-covered balaclava, but it couldn't possibly be anyone else, as he filled most of the corridor in his moleskin overcoat. A dead rooster was hanging from one of his massive, gloved hands.
"All righ', Harry? Zach?" he said, pulling up the balaclava so he could speak. "Why aren't yeh in class?" Before noticing Kieran "Hello Kieran"

 "Hi" Kieran said as He made his prescense known to Harry and Zach.
"Canceled," said Harry, getting up.
"What're you doing in here?" Zach asked Hagrid held up the limp rooster.
"Second one killed this term," he explained. "It's either foxes or a Blood-Suckin Bugbear, an'I need the Headmaster's permission ter put a charm around the hen coop." He peered more closely at Harry from under his thick, snowflecked eyebrows. "Yeh sure yeh're all righ'? Yeh look all hot an'bothered--"
"It's nothing," he said. "Id better get going, Hagrid, it's Transfiguration next and I've got to pick up my books." He walked off, his mind still full of what Ernie had said about them.
"Harry let's forget What happened. Okay Those Hufflepuff, are jerks to be talking about us like that." Zach added as Kieran joined them
"Wait up guys" Kieran said as he reach Harry's Side. "Harry, I need to tell you soemthing..."
"What is it Kieran?" He answered "You believe those rumors that I am the Heir of Slytherin" He said clearly still a bit angry.
"Not at all, but..." Kieran began taking a deep breath "I just... think we could be distant relatives"
"What are you on about Kieran?" Zach asked as the boy walked.
"I..." He was hessitating again "I'm a Parseltongue too Harry" He said looking at both of them. "Me and my whole family from my parents side" He said awkawdly,
"Wait you are?" Harry looked surprised. "What are the odd that the two of us are parseltongues." At this Kieran mentailly noted the Prediction finding who was the other person whi had a secret connection to  Slytherin. 
"Really bad odds Harry" He said looking around "But... Yesterday when you talked to the snake... I was actually going to speak instead but hearing you made me stop."
"So there two ParselTongues in hogwarts..." Zach said before he looked at Kieran in the eye. "How do we know you aren't the Heir of Slytehrin. For all we know you are the one who caused Mrs Noris and Colon to get petrified."

"Look I was with you guys When the attack on Mrs. Norris Happened, and I was..." Kieran hessitated before he spoke "Comming from my common room when i found Colin. Both times I was at the right place at the wrong time..." He sighed "Look... This all could be dangerous" He told them as the Stamped up the stairs "I have a feeling that whatever we are up against is-" But Kieran didn't finish his sentence beauce as they turned along another corridor, which was particularly dark; the torches had been extinguished by a strong, icy draft that was blowing through a loose windowpane. Kieran had stopped dead in his track as Zach who was halfway down the passage when he tripped headlong over something lying on the floor. He turned to squint at what he'd fallen over and felt as though his stomach had dissolved. Justin Finch-Fletchley was lying on the floor, rigid and cold, a look of shock frozen on his face, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. And that wasn't all. Next to him was another figure, the strangest sight Harry had ever seen. It was Nearly Headless Nick, no longer pearly-white and transparent, but black and smoky, floating immobile and horizontal, six inches off the floor. His head was half off and his face wore an expression of shock identical to Justin's. 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. Zach stared frozen. They Just missed an attack and now He was ontop of the petrified victim and couldn't move. Harry could run, and no one would ever know he had been there. But he couldn't just leave them lying here... He had to get help... Would anyone believe he hadn't had anything to do with this? As he stood there, panicking, a door right next to him opened with a bang. Peeves the Poltergeist came shooting out.
"Why, it's potty wee Potter!" cackled Peeves, knocking Harry's glasses askew as he bounced past him. "What's Potter up to? Why's Potter lurking--" Peeves stopped, halfway through a midair somersault. Upside down, he spotted Zach on top of Justin and then Nearly Headless Nick. He flipped the right way up, filled his lungs and, before Harry could stop him, screamed, "ATTACK! ATTACK! ANOTHER ATTACK! NO MORTAL OR GHOST IS SAFE! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! ATTAAAACK!"