Window into the Past

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"Is your dad psychic? You didn't tell him about this did you?" Ron asked me.

"NO! Of course I didn't!" I exclaimed. "Dumbledore told him and the only things me and my father talk about are full moons and Quidditch."

I leaned back against the stall. "Can't believe Creevey got petrified."

"Which is why we need to get a move on, to stop Malfoy," Ron mumbled. I nodded in agreement.

The door opened and the three of us froze. "Ron!"

Ron whimpered in fear but Harry came around the corner, laughing his arse off. "Harry! That wasn't funny! I thought you were Percy!"

I couldn't help but stifle a laugh.

"There's something you need to know," Harry said to us. "Colin.."

"We know, Professor McGonagall told us," Hermione cut him off. "Dobby also came here last night," Harry told us. "He's the one that nearly got us expelled."

"What?!" me and Ron yelped. "That son of a..!" I kicked the wall hard. "Did that help?" Harry asked me. "Yes," I responded.

"Did it hurt?"

"...Yes." I clutched my foot.

"He also made that Bludger go after me," Harry sighed. "But he told me this...accidentally. Fifty years ago..the Chamber was opened..it exists."

"That means Lucius Malfoy opened it!" Ron exclaimed. "And gave the keys to precious Draco."

I frowned. "Is Lucius Malfoy really that old?"

"Well, Dobby was trying to get me to go home," Harry sighed, sinking to the floor. "By the sounds of things, he's either going to get you expelled or kill you," I mumbled.

***

"Jones, it's time," McGonagall told me. I nodded and I stood up. "Can't one of us stay with her?" Harry asked McGonagall.

"I'm afraid not Potter, I'm sorry," McGonagall mumbled. "I'll be okay," I reassured Harry. "It's not fair that you have to go through this pain alone," he sighed.

"I know but it's too dangerous..I'll be back in the morning."

I squeezed his hand before McGonagall led me down to the hospital wing. I looked out the window and I saw the Whomping Willow swing for a bird that passed it. "How long has that been there?" I asked her. 

"Planted before 1971," McGonagall told me. "Just before your father started Hogwarts. He had his transformations in the Shrieking Shack." 

"Can I see?" 

"Jones, the moon is nearly risen..." 

"Please, Professor? I'll bring the cauldron in case I get sick," I said. I don't know how I did it but she agreed to take me. It was only dusk and I had not gotten sick yet. 

.McGonagall poked her wand at the knot at the bottom Whomping Willow and I went through the passage way and we came into the bottom of the house. There were scratches all over the wall. I traced them quietly. "Could I stay?" 

"Jones, the house is dilapidated and not to mention it's November, you'll freeze to death," McGonagall told me. "What if it got fixed?" I wondered. "Professor, if there's no potion or remedy that can help me...maybe having my own space to be sick might be beneficial." 

"I'll speak to Professor Dumbledore, in the mean time, back to the hospital wing," she ushered me out and I had a small smirk on my face. "That wasn't a no." 

"It wasn't a yes either, Jones," she corrected me.

Once we came back to the hospital wing, it had started.