The Slytherin Mudblood: Book 2

Chapter 10

HISTORY OF THE HIDDEN CHAMBER

The next morning, I went to lunch hoping to talk to Harry before class started. I caught the trio on their way out of the Great Hall from breakfast. I yanked Harry into an empty room while Hermione and Ron followed. Harry grunted, "Victoria, Let me go!"

I let go of him staring him dead in the eye, "What happened last night? I leave for one minute and I come back to see you getting in trouble for a dead cat?"

"First of all, she's not dead, she's been petrified! Second, it wasn't us. Right after you left us we noticed her hanging. When I went to examine her, that's when everyone found us. We aren't in trouble. We were just... in the wrong place at the wrong time." He spat.

"Okay, I was really worried!" I took a deep breath to calm myself. "Come on, let's go to class. Quickly!"

The four of us rushed to transfiguration class. In front of every student, sat small animals including mice, lizards, frogs, and rats. I had a small gray mouse who was fondling with its whisker. It just wanted to snuggle its softness in my hand. Daphne found it quite amusing compared to her lizard that lay still on a tiny branch.

Professor McGonagall mentioned to the class, "Could I have your attention, please?" Everyone hushed at her words. She continued speaking, "Right. Now, today, we will be transforming animals into water goblets. Like so:" A white and black hornbill lay perched on her desk, Professor McGonagall graciously drew her wand and taped the bird whilst saying, "One, Two, Three, Vera Verto."

With that, the bird contorted into a goblet shape and at the same time, also changed from black and white to crystal clear. Everyone looked in awe at the effect of the spell. Professor McGonagall asked, "Now it's your turn. Who would like to go first?"

Before anyone could volunteer, the professor chose Ron, "Ah, Mr. Weasley! One, Two, Three, Vera Verto." She repeated.

This was not going to end well because of his still broken wand. I figured it might actually turn him into a goblet after the whole slugs incident. Ron cleared his throat and tapped his rat three times. "Vera Verto!" He chanted.

A green spark drew from his wand and hit the rat, turning it into a brown, furry goblet with a rat tail in the back. Everyone laughed at his mistake. Professor McGonagall stated sternly, "That wand needs replacing, Mr. Weasley."

All of a sudden, Hermione, who sat one row in front of me, shot up her hand. "Yes, Miss Granger?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"Professor," Hermione started nervously, "I was wondering if you could tell us about... the Chamber of Secrets."

Everyone paused to look at Professor McGonagall to see if she would answer, possibly awaiting a long story. She signed, "Very well." She started explaining, "You all know, of course, that Hogwarts was founded over a thousand years ago, by the four greatest Witches and Wizards of the age. Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin."

"Now, three of the founders coexisted quite harmoniously. One did not. Salazar Slytherin wished to be more selective about the students admitted to Hogwarts. He believed magical learning should be kept within all-magic families. In other words pure-bloods."

A few people drew their eyes onto me as I was the oddball out. I stared down at my desk hoping to avoid any bad looks or negative comments from other students. It was a miracle a muggle-born made their way into the Slytherin, the mainly pure-blood house. Draco, Pansy, and Daphne's family were Slytherins and pure-bloods of several generations, one didn't break the mold that easily as I did.

Professor McGonagall told on, "Unable to sway the others, he decided to leave the school. Now, according to legend, Slytherin had built a hidden chamber in this castle, known as the Chamber of Secrets. Though, shortly before departing, he sealed it... until that time when his own true heir returned to the school. The heir alone would be able to open the chamber and unleash the horror within, and by so doing purge the school of all those who, in Slytherin's view, were unworthy to study magic."

"Muggle-borns," Hermione assumed. If supposedly the Chamber had been opened, Hermione, Colin Creevy and I were all subject to possible danger.

Professor McGonagall nodded, "Naturally, the school has been searched many times. No such chamber has been found."

Hermione piped up again, "Professor? What exactly does legend tell us lies within the Chamber?"

Professor McGonagall replied, "The Chamber is said to be home to something that only the Heir of Slytherin can control. It is said to be the home... of a monster." Harry and Ron looked to Malfoy in suspicion. McGonagall tabled the Chamber conversion and we all continued with the lesson practicing on our animals. On my third attempt, I successfully turned my gray mouse into a silver goblet. 

As we left class, I trailed behind Draco and Daphne so they wouldn't notice me sneaking off towards the trio. Ron asked, "Who do we know who thinks all muggle-borns are scum?"

Hermione spat, "If you're talking about Malfoy—?"

Ron cut her off, "Of course, you heard him. 'You'll be next mudbloods.'"

I interjected, "He's not all that bad. He's nice to me so I guess that's an advantage."

Hermione quickly said, "Victoria you're right, but Malfoy? The Heir of Slytherin?"

I practically shouted, "You think Draco is really the Heir of Slytherin!"

But Harry cut me off, "Maybe Ron's right, Hermione. I mean, look at his family! The whole lot of them have been in Slytherin for centuries."

"That's like saying Daphne Greengrass or ,even heck, Pansy pug-face Parkinson are the heirs of Slytherin just because they share those same qualities in their families, Harry. We must be more logical about this," I reminded.

"Crabbe and Goyle must know, being ol' goons of his! Victoria, maybe you could trick them into telling us," Ron thought aloud.

"It's not that easy, Ron. Crabbe and Goyle don't speak unless spoken to and besides, they only speak to Draco. They don't respect me enough to talk to me." I said sadly.

Hermione agreed, "She's right. Even they aren't that thick." She sparked an idea, "But there might be another way. Mind you, it would be difficult. Not to mention we'd be breaking about fifty school rules and it'll be dangerous. Very dangerous."

~~~~~Skip a few hours~~~~~

During our free period, we headed to the library because Hermione's plan was in a book. We scanned the shelves looking for the book she needed, Moste Potente Potions. After a while of searching other shelves, she came back with a small book stating, "Here it is! The Polyjuice Potion! Properly brewed, the Polyjuice Potion allows the drinker to transform himself temporarily into the physical form of another."

We were astonished. Ron clarified, "You mean if Harry and I drink that stuff, we'll turn into Crabbe and Goyle?"

"Yes."

"Wicked! Malfoy will tell us anything."

"Maybe not everything. Not even Draco spills his greatest of secrets to those buffoons," I replied.

"Exactly Ron, but it's tricky. I've never seen a more complicated potion." Hermione explained, surprised.

Harry asked, "How long will it take?"

"A month," Hermione informed.

"A month?" I inquired.

"But Hermione, if Malfoy is the Heir of Slytherin, he could attack half the muggle-borns in the school by then!" Harry was shaking.

"We don't have a choice, there's no other option," I shrugged.

I looked over at the time only to notice, it was almost time for Quidditch! Gryffindor vs Slytherin! The first rivalry match of the season! I shouted, "Harry! We have to go, right now. We're gonna be late for our game, come on!"

"Oh, no! I forgot!" Harry scrambled with me out of the library.