Between Two Worlds: The Weasley Intervention

Chapter 4 : Whispers in the Walls

The summer had passed in a whirlwind of warmth and laughter for Navier. She'd split her time between her cozy cottage near Hogsmeade, the chaotic joy of the Burrow, and a surprisingly pleasant week with Blaise's family in Italy. But as September 1st approached, a sense of unease settled in her stomach. She knew what this year would bring - the Chamber of Secrets, the petrifications, the whispers of an heir.

As she boarded the Hogwarts Express, Navier's eyes scanned the platform, searching for a familiar mop of unruly black hair. Her brow furrowed when she couldn't spot Harry or Ron.

"Looking for someone?" a voice asked behind her. Navier turned to see Hermione, already in her school robes, a concerned expression on her face.

"Harry and Ron," Navier replied. "Have you seen them?"

Hermione shook her head. "No, and I've looked everywhere. You don't think something's happened, do you?"

Navier forced a smile, trying to hide her worry. "I'm sure they're fine. Probably just running late. Come on, let's find a compartment."

As the train pulled away from the station, Navier couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. She knew from the books that Harry and Ron would be flying to Hogwarts in Mr. Weasley's enchanted car, but knowing it and experiencing it were two very different things.

The welcoming feast was a tense affair. Navier sat at the Slytherin table, half-listening to Draco Malfoy's boasting while keeping an eye on the Gryffindor table. When Harry and Ron finally appeared, looking disheveled and nervous, she let out a sigh of relief.

Later that night, Navier cornered the boys in a quiet hallway. "Flying car? Really?" she hissed, her eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and concern.

Ron's ears turned red. "How did you-"

"Never mind how I know," Navier cut him off. "What were you thinking? You could have been seen, or worse, hurt!"

Harry looked down at his feet. "We're sorry, Navier. We didn't mean to worry you."

Navier's expression softened. She pulled both boys into a tight hug. "Just... be more careful, okay? I can't always be around to bail you out of trouble."

As the weeks passed, Navier found herself constantly on edge. She knew the attacks would start soon, and she was determined to prevent as much harm as possible. She took to patrolling the corridors at night, using her knowledge of secret passages to avoid detection.

It was during one of these patrols that she had her first encounter with the heir of Slytherin. She was rounding a corner near the second floor when she heard it - a low, menacing hiss that made her blood run cold.

"Who's there?" she called out, her wand raised defensively.

A figure stepped out of the shadows, and Navier's heart nearly stopped. It was Ginny Weasley, but her eyes were vacant, unseeing. In her hand was a small black diary.

"Ginny?" Navier whispered, taking a cautious step forward. "Ginny, are you alright?"

But Ginny didn't respond. Instead, she raised her wand, her movements jerky and unnatural. Navier barely had time to cast a Shield Charm before a jet of red light shot towards her.

"Ginny, stop! It's me, Navier!" she cried out, dodging another spell. But it was clear that Ginny - or whatever was controlling her - wasn't listening.

Navier's mind raced. She couldn't hurt Ginny, but she needed to stop her. In a split-second decision, she aimed her wand not at Ginny, but at the diary in her hand. "Expelliarmus!"