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Harry's Hospital Stay

~Hospital Wing~

A dazed Malfoy slumps out with Crabbe and Goyle. Ron, standing by Harry's bed with Hermione, grins, then watches Madam Pomfrey pour out a steaming beaker full of liquid from a bottle of Skele-Gro. A group of Gryffindors, including some of his teammates, stand nearby. Madam Pomfrey: "He should have been brought straight to me! I can mend bones in a heartbeat -- but growing them back --" Hermione: "You will be able to, won't you?" Madam Pomfrey: "I'll be able to, certainly, but it will be painful. You're in for a rough night, Potter. Regrowing bones is nasty business." Harry takes the steaming cup and drinks. Grimaces. Madam Pomfrey: "Well, what did you expect --pumpkin juice?" FLASH! Harry blinks and sees Colin Creevey standing there. Colin: "That was brilliant today, Harry! Brilliant!" Madam Pomfrey: "Out! All of you! This boy's got thirty-three bones to regrow!" 

~Later that night~

Harry fidgets in the darkness, half-asleep, then... his eyelids flutter slowly open... Harry looks from the shadows that cling to the ceiling... to the lattice-work of moonlight that burns softly on the walls around him. He senses something... a presence... when... Five bandaged fingers enter his sight and begin to sponge his brow. Harry bolts upright, and finds... Harry: "Dobby!" Dobby: "Harry Potter came back to school." Dobby warned him. Harry Potter should have listened to Dobby. Harry Potter should have gone back home when he missed the train. Harry pushes the sponge away. Harry: "It was you! You stopped the barrier from letting Ron and me through!" Dobby: "Indeed yes, sir. Dobby hid and watched for Harry Potter and sealed the gateway." Harry: "You nearly got Ron and me expelled!" Dobby: "At least you would be away from here. Harry Potter must go home! Dobby thought his Bludger would be enough to make Harry Potter see --" Harry: "Your Bludger? You made that Bludger chase after me?" Dobby: "Dobby feels most aggrieved, sir. (waggling his fingers) Dobby had to iron his hands..." Harry:: "You'd better clear off before my bones come back, Dobby, or I might strangle you!" Dobby: (smiling weakly) "Dobby is used to death threats, sir. Dobby gets them five times a day at home." Harry: "I don't suppose you could tell me why you're trying to kill me?" Dobby: "Not kill you, sir, never kill you! Dobby remembers how it was before Harry and Y/n Potter triumphed over He Who Must Not Be Named. We house elves were treated like vermin, sir. Of course, Dobby is still treated like vermin..." Dobby honks his nose on the filthy pillowcase he wears. Harry: "Why do you wear that thing, Dobby?" Y/n sits on a bed. Y/n: "Read for once in your life, Harry." Dobby: "This, sir? 'Tis a mark of the house elf's enslavement. Dobby can only be freed if his master presents him with clothes. The family is careful not to pass Dobby so much as a sock, sir, for then he would be free to leave their house forever." Dobby's ears quIVER, detecting... Footsteps. He whispers. Dobby: "Terrible things are about to happen at Hogwarts! Harry Potter must not stay here now that history is to repeat itself!" Harry: "Repeat itself? You mean, this has happened before?" Dobby seizes the Skele-Gro and beats himself about the head. Harry: "Tell me, Dobby? When did this happen before? Who's doing it now?" Dobby: "Dobby cannot say, sir. Dobby only wants Harry and Y/n Potter to be safe." Harry: "Who is it?" Dobby shakes his head. Harry: "No, Dobby! Tell me!" CRACK! Dobby is gone. shadows flicker beyond the curtain encircling Harry's bed. Harry slumps down... peers through a slit in the curtains. Minerva: "Ms. Potter! What are you doing here?" Y/n: "I fell of the bed and ended up tripping down the stairs." Minerva: "Why?" Y/n: "Snake. I healed all the life-threatining but the contorting out of petrification took a lot out of me. I have a broken wrist." Minerva: "You got out of petrifiction?!." Y/n: "I warped my body in such a way that allowed me to escape petrifacation." Minerva: "How or what's doing this?" Albus, in a nightcap, and McGonagall, in a tartan robe, heave a small statue onto an empty bed. Seconds later, Madam Pomfrey: "What's happened?" Albus: "There's been another attack." Madam Pomfrey gasps. It is not a statue lying there. It is Colin Creevey, the camera still clutched to his eye. Minerva: "Perhaps he managed to get a picture of his attacker..." Albus opens the camera. A jet of steam escapes. Minerva: "Y/n?" Y/n: "I told regulus the possibility of it being a basilisk but I only saw glowing yellow eyes and tripped over the tail." Minerva: "What does this mean, Albus?" Albus: "It means our students are in great danger, Minerva. Mr. Creevey was fortunate. If not for this...(holding up the camera) He would surely be dead. Y/n how are you alive?" Y/n: "Physical Augmentation." Minerva: "What?" Y/n: "I can heighten my physical abilities and can also heal myself instantaneously. When I got out of petrification by fatally contorting mydelf, I healed myself almost immediately. Minus the wrist because I don't want to faint. I'm still learning how to control my gifts. I only started using the spell book my mother gave me at eight years old." Minerva: "What sould I tell the staff, Albus?" Albus: "Tell them the truth. Tell them Hogwarts is no longer safe. Tell them it's as we feared. The Chamber of Secrets is indeed open again." Pomfrey: "Let's-" Y/n: "I think I can get it." Y/n heals her wrist, then proceeds to faint.

~Girls Bathroom~

A gloomy place. Cracked mirrors. Chipped sinks. Guttering candles. Harry and Ron huddle over a small, bubbling cauldron, as Hermione adds ingredients. Hermione: "Again? You mean, the Chamber of Secrets has been opened before?" Ron: "Of course! Don't you see? Lucius Malfoy must've opened it when he was at school here, and now he's told Draco how to do it." Y/n is mentally counting using her fingers. Hermione: "What are you doing?" Y/n: "You said 50 years right?" Harry: "Yeah, why?" Y/n: "It's impossible for Lucius to do it. He only went to Hogwarts 25 years ago. Maybe Abraxas but that still seems unlikely." Y/n still does the math on her fingers. Y/n: "Avery, Lestrange, Rosier, Mulciber, maybe Nott." Hermione: "But why are you doing math like that?" Y/n: "I'm still a tween. And I'm bored." Ron: "What are you going on about?" Y/n: "Ohh! I'm going over people in Voldemort's Dark Arts Club when he was in school. 'Bout 50 years ago. Thirteen and planning world domination." Hermione: "Maybe. We'll have to wait for the Polyjuice Potion to know for sure." Ron: "Enlighten me. Why are we brewing this potion in broad daylight, in the middle of a girls' lavatory? Don't you think we'll get caught?" Hermione: "Never. No one ever comes in here." Ron: "Why?" Hermione: "Moaning Myrtle." Ron: "Who's Moaning Myrtle?" Y/n: "Nice girl. Was killed by the monster in the Chamber of Secrets." There is a loud, piercing screech, and the ghost of a young girl racing out of the wall face to face with Ron. Myrtle: "I'm Moaning Myrtle. I wouldn't expect you to know me. Who would ever talk about fat, ugly, miserable, moping, moaning Myrtle?" Myrtle sobs loudly and dives head-first into the toilet. Y/n: "Myrtle!" Y/n rushes towards her. Hermione: "She's a little sensitive."