A revival of the Slytherin instincts

The end of Year, Lockhart, and Finally the chamber.

Harry woke up, he had been out of the infirmary for a week. It was the end of the year, which annoyed him, but he accepted it. He rolled out of bed, and looked over at his two best friends. He smiled, as he saw them snuggle
into each other. He finally sat up, and stretched. He winced a little at the pain, but shook it off. He was used to worse, and he would be damned if he showed it. He got his stuff out and started getting ready. He heard hissing from the walls, but was rather confused he couldn't see a snake anywhere. He left his dorm, leaving his friends still snuggled up together. It was the last day, they had no classes, and he was going to do a little more exploring. He followed the hissing, and came to a bathroom. He entered it, and was immediately hit with the sound of crying. "Are you here to make fun of poor Myrtle?" The ghostly girl was wailing, Harry answered quietly, "No, I was following a snake. I'm sorry that you're sad though, are you okay" Myrtle looked at him, and jumped into her toilet. Harry shrugged as he was splashed before going over to a sink. He was about to grab the faucet, before he was grabbed by a hand. He pulled away from it, only to see Lockhart. He pushed into the sink and hissed open, truly hoping it would somehow lead to a secret passage. He was not disappointed, but Lockhart fell down with him. He was stuck, with his rapist of a teacher...