Amelia Potter and the Chamber of Secrets PART 1

The Polyjuice Potion

They stepped off the stone staircase at the top and Professor McGonagall rapped on the door. It opened silently and they entered. Professor McGonagall told Harry to wait, and left him there, alone.

Harry looked around. One thing was certain: of all the teachers' offices Harry had visited so far this year, Dumbledore's was by far the most interesting. If he hadn't been scared out of his wits that he was about to be thrown out of school, he would have been very pleased to have a chance to look around it.

It was a large and beautiful circular room, full of funny little noises. A number of curious silver instruments stood on spindle- legged tables, whirring and emitting little puffs of smoke. The walls were covered with portraits of old headmasters and head- mistresses, all of whom were snoozing gently in their frames. There was also an enormous, claw-footed desk, and, sitting on a shelf behind it, a shabby, tattered wizard's hat – the Sorting Hat.

Harry hesitated. He cast a wary eye around the sleeping witches and wizards on the walls. Surely it couldn't hurt if he took the Hat down and tried it on again? Just to see ... just to make sure it had put him in the right house.

He walked quietly around the desk, lifted the Hat from its shelf, and lowered it slowly onto his head. It was much too large and slipped down over his eyes, just as it had done the last time he'd put it on. Harry stared at the black inside of the Hat, waiting. Then a small voice said in his ear, 'Bee in your bonnet, Harry Potter?'

'Er, yes,' Harry muttered. 'Er – sorry to bother you – I wanted to ask –'

'You've been wondering whether I put you in the right house,' said the Hat smartly. 'Yes ... you were particularly difficult to place. But I stand by what I said before –' Harry's heart leapt '–