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The rumors spread like wildfire. Everywhere Cassie went, she overheard whispers about Harry Potter being the heir of Slytherin and the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets. It was absurd, of course—she knew better. She had even asked her grandfather, hoping for some kind of confirmation, but he dismissed it instantly, denying any connection to Potter, as if the idea were preposterous. Cassie couldn't help but agree with him. The rumors were nothing more than lies.

She was in the Slytherin Common Room, relaxing on the couch, when Draco and his usual entourage—Goyle and Crabbe—entered, making their presence known with their usual swagger. Draco's eyes found hers immediately, a smirk curling on his lips as he strode over.

"Where were you?" Cassie asked, eyeing him. "It's past curfew."

Draco flopped onto a chair and rolled his eyes. Goyle was glaring at her, his eyes narrowed, his face contorted in anger.

Cassie raised an eyebrow. "What do you want, you fat lump?" she asked, her tone sharp.

"Nothing," Goyle mumbled, sitting down and crossing his arms, still glaring at her.

Draco, ever the instigator, decided to make a comment. "You know, I'm surprised the Weasleys are even still allowed to call themselves purebloods with the way they behave."

Cassie's eyes flashed with anger. "Take that back, Draco. That's not very nice."

"Or what?" Draco taunted, leaning forward. "Are you planning to be a blood traitor like your mother?"

Her hand clenched into a fist, but Cassie held her composure. "Don't you dare talk about my mother using such derogatory terms, Draco. If you do, you'll find yourself in the hospital wing, covered in snake bites."

Draco looked unbothered by her threat, continuing his rant. "The Weasleys are an embarrassment to the wizarding family."

"That's enough!" Cassie's voice was cold, cutting through his words.

It was then that she noticed Crabbe's strange behavior. His usual demeanor—quiet and stoic—was replaced with a tense, almost aggressive stance. He looked... off.

"What's with you, Crabbe?" Cassie asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.

"Stomach ache," Crabbe replied in a voice that sounded strangely familiar—almost like Ronald Weasley's. Cassie blinked, trying to shake off the weird feeling. Maybe it was just her imagination. Maybe Crabbe's voice was changing, like Draco's had.

"Honestly," Draco scoffed, "I'm surprised the Daily Prophet hasn't covered any of these attacks. Dumbledore's probably trying to hush it all up. My father always said Dumbledore's the worst thing that's happened to this school."

Cassie was about to argue when she was interrupted by Goyle.

"You're wrong!" Goyle shouted, and Cassie's eyes widened in shock. Goyle—Goyle never yelled at Draco. Something was off.

"What?" Draco asked, standing up and facing him. "Do you think there's someone worse than Dumbledore?"

"Well, do you?" Goyle snapped back, his voice strangely sharp.

"Harry Potter," Goyle said suddenly, his eyes gleaming with something Cassie couldn't quite place.

Cassie chuckled, trying to dismiss the tension. "Good one, Goyle," she said, her smile strained. "You're absolutely right. Saint Potter. The believer of rumours."

"Can't believe people actually think he's the heir of Slytherin," Draco muttered, still eyeing Goyle with suspicion.

"Then you must have some idea of ​​who's behind it all, right?" Goyle pressed, his tone insisted.

Draco shook his head, his voice calm but firm. "You know I don't, Goyle. I told you yesterday. How many times do I have to tell you?"

At that moment, Draco pulled out a small package, his eyes narrowing as he looked at it. "Is this yours?" he asked, holding it up.

Draco continued speaking. "My father did say something. Fifty years since the Chamber opened. He wouldn't tell me who opened it, only that they were expelled. The last time the Chamber of Secrets opened, a Mudblood died. It's only a matter of time before someone else gets killed. Personally, I'm hoping it's Granger."

Cassie recoiled slightly at Draco's words. "That's not too nice," she said, her voice laced with disgust.

Crabbe stood up abruptly, his face now twisted with anger, his fists clenched. The change was so sudden that Cassie's instincts kicked in. Something was seriously wrong.

"What's the matter with you two?" Draco demanded, his gaze flicking between Crabbe and Goyle.

"It's his stomach ache," Goyle said flatly, but there was something in his voice—a certain lack of conviction.

Cassie watched them both carefully now. Her sharp instincts told her that something was off. The way Goyle spoke didn't sound like him. It wasn't his usual gruff, slow tone. And Crabbe—well, Crabbe was acting too strangely, like he wasn't fully in control.

Cassie inhaled sharply. Then it hit her. The smell. A faint, unmistakable scent that lingered in the air. Polyjuice Potion. Her favorite trick for pranks — how could she have missed it? Of course. It made perfect sense now. The strange behavior, the off voices, the sudden interest towards the Chamber of Secrets.

She looked more closely at Goyle—his scar was unmistakable. And Crabbe's hair—it was changing before her eyes, morphing into something entirely different. They weren't Goyle and Crabbe. They were Potter and Weasley, disguised as them. Cassie knew it without a doubt.

"Polyjuice Potion," she muttered under her breath, eyes narrowing as she took in the scene. She didn't need to guess who they were anymore. The two Gryffindors had been spying on them.

The question now was—why? And how long had they been doing this?