Half Blood Royalty

The Possible Heir of Slytherin

I finally found Harry and Ron sitting in the library and slid into a chair next to Harry. Draco was too busy with his own friends to notice I didn't go with him, so I figured I'd be safe enough to sit here. Harry was conversing with Ron about being held back during his Potions lesson, where he had been made to stay behind to scrape tubeworms off of the desks. Hey. At least it wasn't me. After Halloween night, I'm quite surprised he hadn't assigned me to clean his classroom as well. Justin Finch-Fletchley, a Hufflepuff, came towards us but as soon as he caught sight of Harry and I, he turned abruptly and sped off in the opposite direction.

"That was weird." I told Harry.

"Not really." Harry whispered his next line to just me, "You get used to the weirdness with people." I doubt it. My eyes turned towards Ron, who was measuring his History of Magic homework that Professor Binns had assigned; a three-foot-long composition on The Medieval Assembly of European Wizards. A part of me was glad I was only a first year, but if that was an example to the homework assignments I had to look forward to in the future, Dear Merlin, help me.

"I don't believe it. I'm still just eight inches short..." Ron spoke furiously, letting his parchment go which sprang back into a roll, "and Hermione's done four feet seven inches already, and her writing is tiny."

"Where is she?" Harry asked, grabbing the tape measure and unrolling his own homework.

"Somewhere over there," said Ron, pointing towards the shelves, "She's looking for another book. I think she's trying to read the whole library before Christmas."

"Did you see the Hufflepuff boy just now?" I asked Ron.

"What?" Ron looked up at me.

"Justin Finch-Fletchley." Harry told him, "He was coming over... saw the two of us... and fled the other way. Melody thinks-"

"It was just weird." I stated, "The way he saw us and left. Like something was up. Like something was-"

"Dunno why you'd care so much... I always thought he was a bit of an idiot," Ron said, scribbling away in order to make his writing as large as possible, "All that rubbish about Lockhart being so great-"

Hermione emerged from the bookshelves. She had looked irritable. "All copies of Hogwarts: A History have been taking out," She sat herself down next to Ron and across from me, "And there is at least a two-week waiting list. I wish I hadn't left my copy at home, but I couldn't fit it in my trunk with all the Lockhart books." She smiled at me, "Hey Melody."

"Why do you want it?" asked Harry.

"Probably for the same reason why everyone else would want it." I answered him, "It's so obvious that this entire school wants to read up on the legend of the Chamber of Secrets."

"What's that?" asked Harry, again.

"That's the problem," Hermione answered him this time, "I can't seem to remember. And I can't seem to find the story anywhere else-"

'I could've sworn I've heard it get mentioned at Malfoy Manor before." I spoke up. Harry and Hermione looked towards me. "But I can't remember much about it anyway," I told them, "Not that my father would ever have let Lucius tell me about it if it meant something bad." I could've also sworn Dumbledore mentioning something about it in the past as well... but I doubt it. If he knew about a Chamber of Secrets, he would certainly speak up about it... especially after what's happened with Filch's cat.

"Hermione, let me read your composition." Ron told her desperately.

"No, I will not." Hermione told him, "You've had all this time to finish it."