Loki Odinson and the Chamber of Secrets

Chapter 11; Distress

(Told from Loki's Point of View)

"You saw it with your own eyes."

"Yeah, if you know me, you should never believe what you see."

"You're unbelievable."

"No, he's unbelievable."

Harry and I were arguing back and forth about Hagrid's innocence, and surprisingly I was arguing that it wasn't his fault. I just couldn't wrap my mind around the concept of Hagrid setting Slytherin's monster on muggleborns. You had to be cunning, mischievous, sly, smart, and a Slytherin to be able to access the Chamber of Secrets. None of which Hagrid was.

"I still don't know how you can't believe it." Harry said during breakfast one day. "I just don't know."

"If you would pay attention to me for maybe a single second, you'd know why I don't believe everything I see." I comment, eyeing Ron as he wolfs down his eggs.

We had finally begun to choose our subjects for third year. Harry signed himself up for all the same subjects as Ron, but I didn't want to go that same route. I ended up signing myself up for all the subjects that Hermione signed up for, which was all of them.

Little did I know that this decision would cause some inconvenience later on.

So with our subjects chosen, we went along to our other classes.

I noticed that Oliver Wood was making a big deal about the upcoming Quidditch game— Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff. His persistent attitude was very admirable, but it brought me to think about my ambition to make it on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. It wasn't like I was unbelievably fond of the sport, it was just that I wanted to one-up Harry so badly. It's not like I didn't like Quidditch, it's just that I wasn't as passionate about it as Harry.

I was planning on practicing Quidditch with Ron, who had so kindly offered to teach me some things. The only problem was that I didn't have a broom, and those lowly school brooms were very unfitting for a god.

So without his permission, I took Harry's Nimbus 2000 down to the Quidditch pitch to meet Ron.

He looked quite puzzled when I showed up with Harry's broom, and he took a long look at the Cleansweep that he held in his own hand.

"Why do you have Harry's broom?" He asked.

"He let me borrow it." I lie, my eyes twinkling.

"Ok..." Ron said as if he didn't care, but I could see the jealousy in his eyes.

After our little practice session, we headed back up to the common room to find Harry in distress. Apparently someone had broken into his suitcase and stole Riddle's diary. It was a shame, because I was looking forward to talking to it again.

Hermione concluded knowledgeably that it was a Gryffindor who stole it, because no one else knows our passcode. I don't think I would have been surprised if it magically grew legs and walked off, though.

After a few days, the Quidditch game finally arrived, and Wood was in high spirits. The weather was nice, and it was a perfect day for flying. Needless to say, this nice surprise was short lived.

At first, Hermione flew off right before the game to go to the library for some reason, claiming that she had "finally figured it out." We all hated when she'd rush off without telling us what she was up to.

And it got worse. Way worse. Ten minutes after that McGonagall came to tell us that the match had been cancelled due to another attack. The worst thing was that she ordered me, Harry and Ron to follow her to the Hospital wing.