Amelia Potter and the Chamber of Secrets PART 1

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reversed back into the Forest and disappeared from view.

'If I ever see that car again I'm going to fix it up, we own it one,'

Harry went back into Hagrid's cabin to get the Invisibility Cloak. Fang was trembling under a blanket in his basket. When Harry got outside again, he found Ron being violently sick in the pumpkin patch.

'Follow the spiders,' said Ron weakly, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. 'I'll never forgive Hagrid. We're lucky to be alive.'

'It had to be fucking spider! Why couldn't it have been follow the butterflies? It had to be stupid fucking spiders,' Ron grumbled under his breath. Amelia looked at him shocked. She didn't know he could swear. 

'I bet he thought Aragog wouldn't hurt friends of his,' said Harry.

'That's exactly Hagrid's problem!' said Ron, thumping the wall of the cabin. 'He always thinks monsters aren't as bad as they're made out, and look where it's got him! A cell in Azkaban!' He was shivering uncontrollably now. 'What was the point of sending us in there? What have we found out, I'd like to know?'

'That Hagrid never opened the Chamber of Secrets,' said Harry, throwing the cloak over Ron and prodding him in the arm to make him walk. 'He was innocent.'

Ron gave a loud snort. Evidently, hatching Aragog out in a cup- board wasn't his idea of being innocent.

'There are some anxiety pills in a muggle first aid kit back in the common room, take one of those it will help,' said Amelia as she turned invisible.

As the castle loomed nearer Harry twitched the Cloak to make sure their feet were hidden, then pushed the creaking front doors ajar. They walked carefully back across the Entrance Hall and up the marble staircase, holding their breath as they passed corridors where watchful sentries were walking. At last they reached the safety of the Gryffindor common room(Amelia saying her goodbyes and heading off to Hufflepuff), where the fire had burned itself into glowing ash. They took off the Cloak and climbed the winding staircase to their dormitory.

Ron fell onto his bed without bothering to get undressed. Harry, however, didn't feel very sleepy. He sat on the edge of his four-poster, thinking hard about everything Aragog had said.

The creature that was lurking somewhere in the castle, he thought, sounded like a sort of monster Voldemort – even other monsters didn't want to name it. But he and Ron were no closer to finding out what it was, or how it Petrified its victims. Even Hagrid had never known what was in the Chamber of Secrets.

Harry swung his legs up onto his bed and leaned back against his pillows, watching the moon glinting at him through the tower window.

He couldn't see what else they could do. They had hit dead ends everywhere. Riddle had caught the wrong person, the heir of Slytherin had got off, and no one could tell whether it was the same person, or a different one, who had opened the Chamber this time. There was nobody else to ask. Harry lay down, still thinking about what Aragog said.

He was becoming drowsy when what seemed like their very last hope occurred to him and he suddenly sat bolt upright.

'Ron,' he hissed through the dark. 'Ron!'

Ron woke with a yelp like Fang's, stared wildly around and saw Harry.

'Ron – that girl who died. Aragog said she was found in a bath- room,' said Harry, ignoring Neville's snuffling snores from the corner. 'What if she never left the bathroom? What if she's still there?'

Ron rubbed his eyes, frowning through the moonlight. And then he understood.

'You don't think – not Moaning Myrtle?'