𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 | 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿

Broken Arms & The Chamber Harms

CHAPTER FIVE:

Third Person P.O.V.:

Harry, Ron, Charlie and Hermione walked together to their History of Magic class the following day. After having slept on the matter, the four of their minds were full of thoughts regarding the voice Harry had heard.

As they were walking, Hermione was questioning the situation, "It's strange, isn't it? The voice you heard, Harry. Why couldn't anyone else hear it?"

"Do you think I should of told them? Dumbledore and the other professors, I mean." Harry inquired, looking at his three friends.

"Are you mad?!?" Ron shouted.

"Something tells me that hearing voices in your head that no one else can hear isn't exactly something you should be bragging about," Charlie explained, "Wizard or not, I don't think that's considered normal, mate."

Ron and Hermione seemed to agree with Charlie as they nodded their heads.

Something in Charlie's voice made Harry ask,
"But you do believe me, don't you?"

"'Course we do," said Charlie quickly. "But — you must admit it is a bit weird..."

"I know it's weird," said Harry. "The whole thing's weird. What was that writing on the wall about?
The Chamber Has Been Opened... what's that supposed to mean?"

"You know, it rings a sort of bell," said Ron slowly.
"I think someone told me a story about a secret chamber at Hogwarts once... might've been Bill..."

"We'll talk about this later," Hermione dismissed, "Class is about to begin."

The four of them dropped the topic for now as they had reached their classroom. Mr. Binns welcomed the students as they entered. Hermione sat with Charlie near the front of the class as per usual, while Harry and Ron sat directly behind them.

History of Magic was always Charlie's least favourite subject. Professor Binns, who taught it, was their only ghost teacher, and the most exciting thing that ever happened in his classes was his entering the room through the blackboard. Today was particularly boring, all the students had to do was listen and write down notes as Mr. Binns read from the textbook.

The brown eyed boy could feel his eyes get heavy every once in awhile, but was constantly nudged awake by the girl sitting beside him, who was listening to Mr. Binns very intently. The professor had been speaking nonstop for the past half an hour, until Hermione decided to put everyone out of their misery and put up her hand.

Professor Binns, glancing up in the middle of a deadly dull lecture on the International Warlock Convention of 1289, looked amazed.

"Miss — er — ?"

"Granger, sir. I was wondering if you could tell us about the Chamber of Secrets," said Hermione in a clear voice.

Dean Thomas, who had been sitting with his mouth hanging open, gazing out of the window, jerked out of his trance; Lavender Brown's head came up off her arms and Neville Longbottom's elbow slipped off his desk. Ron, Harry and Charlie especially caught interest in the new topic as it would hopefully answer some of the questions that had been playing over in their heads for the last twelve hours.

Professor Binns blinked.

"My subject is History of Magic," he said in his dry, wheezy voice. "I deal with facts, Miss Granger, not myths and legends."

The Professor thought that would be the end of conversation, but when dealing with Hermione Granger, you had to know she wouldn't stop until she got her answer. So, once again, her hand shot up in the air. Mr. Binns gave her a look before blatantly ignoring her, going back to his reading.