belle âme // d.m.

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"Harry!" Hermione shouts at Harry.
"Did you hear it?" Harry asks with widened eyes.
"Hear what?" Ron asks.
"That voice," Harry replies.
"Harry... There is no voice," Aurora whispers.
"But... I heard it first in Lockhart's office. And then again just-" Harry is cut off by hearing the voice.
"It's time," The voice whispers to Harry.
"It's moving. I think it's going to kill!" Harry exclaims.
"What?!" Aurora gasps.
"Kill?" Ron asks.
Harry then begins to run off, following the voice.
"Harry, wait! Not so fast!" Hermione shouts as Ron and Aurora follow Harry. Hermione tries to catch up.
The four second years enter the water-flooded corridor. Harry takes a note of the spiders walking in a line and out the window.
"Strange. I've never seen spiders act like that," He trails.
"I don't like spiders..." Ron whimpers. He then looks up, and his eyes widen. "What's that?"
"'The Chamber of Secrets has been opened, enemies the heir...beware'," Hermione reads. "It's written in blood."
"Oh, no... It's Filch's cat," Harry sighs. "It's Mrs. Norris." Other students start coming down both ends of the corridors.
"What's that?!"
"Oh!" Madame Pomfrey gasps.
"'Enemies of the heir beware!'" Draco reads. "You'll be next, Mud-bloods!"
Aurora sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. Draco really was getting on her last nerve. "Shut up, Malfoy!" She snaps.
"What's going on 'ere?" Filch asks, pushing through the students. "Go on, make way, make way. Potter- What are you- Mrs. Norris? You've- You've murdered my cat!"
"No. No," Harry tries to calm Filch down.
"I'll kill ya! I'll kill ya!" Filch screams and chases after Harry.
"Argus! Argus!" Dumbledore exclaims. "Everyone will proceed to their dormitories immediately. Everyone, except you three!" Dumbledore turns to Filch."She's not dead, Argus. She has been Petrified."
"Ah, thought so. So unlucky I wasn't there," Lockhart sighs. "I know exactly the counter curse that could have spared her." Aurora rolls her eyes.
"But how she has been Petrified, I cannot say," Dumbledore trails.
"Ask him!" Filch shouts and points at Harry. "It's him who's done it. You saw what he wrote on the wall!"
"It's not true, sir, I swear. I never touched Mrs. Norris!" Harry pleads to Dumbledore.
"Rubbish!" Filch yells.
"If I might, Headmaster? Perhaps Potter and his friends were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time," Snape suggests. Aurora's eyes widen. "However, the circumstances are suspicious. I, for one, don't recall seeing Potter at dinner."
"I'm afraid that's my doing, Severus," Lockhart informs the professor. "You see, Harry was helping me answer my fan mail."
"That's why Ron, Hermione, and I went looking for him, Professor. We'd just found him when he said..." Aurora trails, realizing she messed up.
"Yes, Miss Watson?" Snape raises his eyebrows.
"When I said I wasn't hungry," Harry answers for her. "We were heading back to the common room when we found Mrs. Norris."
"Innocent until proven guilty, Severus," Dumbledore states.
"My cat has been Petrified. I wanna see some punishment!" Filch screams.
"We will be able to cure her, Argus. As I understand it, MadameSprout has a very healthy growth of Mandrakes," Dumbledore places his hand on Filch's shoulder. "When matured, a potion will be made which will revive Mrs. Norris. And in the meantime, I strongly recommend caution... to all."

"D'you think it's true?" Ron asks as the quartet walks down the hall. "D'you think there really is a Chamber of Secrets?"
"Yes," Hermione nods. "Couldn't you tell that McGonagall's worried? All the teachers are."
"But if there really is a Chamber of Secrets, and it's really been opened, that means..." Harry trails wearily.
"The Heir of Slytherin has returned to Hogwarts," Hermione finishes for him. "The question is, who is it?"
"Let's think. Who do we know who thinks Muggle-borns are scum," Ron scoffs.
"If you're talking about Malfoy-" Hermione squints her eyes at Ron.
"Of course!" Ron cuts her off. "You heard him 'You'll be next, Mudbloods'!"
"I heard him. But Malfoy? The Heir of Slytherin?" Hermione folds her arms.
"Yeah, 'Mione's right. Malfoy is god awful, but I don't think he has the capacity to be the Heir of Slytherin," Aurora agrees with Hermione.
"Maybe Ron's right, Hermione, I mean, look at his family," Harry states. "The whole lot of them have been in Slytherin for centuries."
"Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy must know," Ron adds. "Maybe we could trick them into telling..."
"Look, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy are dumb, but not that dumb," Aurora states.
"But there might be another way," Hermione looks like a light bulb went off in her head. "Mind you; it would be difficult. Not to mention we'd be breaking about fifty school rules. And it would be dangerous. Very dangerous."
"When do we start?" Ron asks.

"Here it is 'The Polyjuice Potion,'" Hermione reads. "'Properly brewed, the Polyjuice Potion allows the drinker to transform himself temporarily into the physical form of another...'"
"You mean, Harry, Aurora, and I drink some of this stuff, and we turn into Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy?" Ron asks.
"I don't know if I want to be Pansy, pug-face, Parkinson," Aurora grimaces.
Hermione chuckles before replying to Ron, "Yes."
"Wicked! Malfoy'll tell us anything!" Ron exclaims.
"Exactly," Hermione nods. "But it's tricky. I've never seen a more complicated potion. Lacewing flies, leeches, fluxweed. And, of course, we'll need a bit of whoever we want to change into too."
"Hang on now. I'm drinking nothing with Crabbe's toenails in it," Ron scoffs.
"How long will it take to make?" Harry asks.
"A month," Hermione replies cooly.
"A month?!" Harry exclaims. "But if Malfoy is the heir of Slytherin... he could attack half the Muggle-borns in the school by then."
"You didn't have to tell me that," Hermione sighs.

Aurora soars through the air on her broom. She weaves through the other Slytherin players as Angelina tosses her the Quaffle. Aurora catches it and then flies down, under the other Slytherin players and toward the Slytherin goal. She chucks the ball at the third circle, and it goes in-the Gryffindors cheer.
Draco goes to Harry and asks, smugly, "All right there, Scarhead?"
Harry looks at Draco with a glare but then sees a Bludger.
"Harry, watch out!" George exclaims as he whacks the Bludger away, but then the Bludger comes back at him.
Harry weaves through, trying to shake the Bludger, but is unsuccessful. Draco then comes up to him.
"Training for the ballet, Potter?" He asks with a smirk. Harry then sees the Snitch just above Draco's head, so he then goes after it. Draco widens his eyes and chases Harry, same as the Bludger.
While in pursuit of Marcus Flint, who has the Quaffle, Aurora comes in between Harry and the Bludger, causing her to get smacked in the head. The crowd 'Oo's Draco looks up, distracting himself from the pursuit of the Snitch. He then sees Aurora's body go limp. He looks at Harry chasing the Snitch and Aurora's body falling off her broom. He lets out a grunt and pushes his broom in the direction of Aurora.
He zooms toward her as she falls. Everyone watches eagerly, hoping Draco can reach her in time, except the Slytherins, who are angry that Draco basically gave up the game for a Gryffindor. Just as Aurora is about to reach the ground, Draco reaches out his arms and catches her. He clutches her close to him as he slowly makes his way to the ground; this is at the same time that the crowd sees that Harry got the snitch. The whole crowd cheers, but not for Harry. For Draco. And though Draco lost the game, a smile was plastered on his face because he knew that he was the one everyone was cheering for. But then, everyone stops cheering when the Bludger keeps going after Harry.
"Finite Incantatem!" Hermione exclaims. The Bludger then explodes in the air. Draco awkwardly holds Aurora in his arms as Professor Lockhart attempts to fix Harry's arm, but only getting rid of his bones, making Harry's arm a piece of jelly. Madame Pomfrey comes over and tells Draco to take Aurora to the infirmary. He reluctantly agrees.