The Past meets the Future at Hogwarts (Part 2)

Chapter 9: Bianca

"A deathday party?" Hermione asked as Harry entered the common room after a, particularly rainy quidditch practice.

"Yeah, they're actually quite interesting," I put in, remembering the one I had crashed a few years ago to send all the ghosts there back to Hades. Most of them were quite depressing actually, but very interesting.

"How would you know?" Ron asked looking grossed out by the idea. Or maybe that was just his potions essay he was writing.

"I've read about them," I lied, eyeing my dad. He shrugged and faked a yawn.

"I'm going to bed. Enjoy your deathday party," he said. I rolled my eyes as he walked away. Zagan, Jason, and Leo joined him muttering about changing and homework and whatever nonsense they could think of.

Harry sighed, "So are you going to come with us?" He asked me.

"Sure, sounds fun." I shrugged and was about to get up when the Weasley twins salamander blew up and a shouting match started.

On Halloween, I was the only one of the trio not regretting my decision. The others longingly passed by the Great Hall. I pulled them along down the corridor. It slowly got colder as we went and passed by black candles. The others seemed very bothered by this fact, but I was fine. This was normal.

The closer we got an awful screeching noise like nails against chalkboard echoed through the corridor. "Is that meant to be music?" Ron asked as we turned the corner and spotted Nearly Headless Nick.

"My dear friends," he said mournfully. "Welcome, welcome . . . so pleased you could come. . . ."

"Congrats on your death day. What number is this?" I asked politely as the others ushered themselves into the party.

"500, thanks for asking. I do hope you are here to truly celebrate."

I nodded and stepped inside. All heads turned to me, and I sent out the message to leave me alone and maybe I wouldn't send them back to Hades the hard way. Every ghost turned and ignored my presence.

I dodged and ducked my way through the throngs of ghosts toward Harry and them. They were all being cornered by Peeves near the food table. I picked up a pomegranate off the edge of the table. It was the only not rotten food on the table.

"Hey, Peeves." I said. The ghost shrieked and went running after Moaning Myrtle.

"Why do you scare him so much?" Ron asked, turning to me.

"I don't know. Maybe he just knows not to mess with me," I said.

"I'm walking around with you more often," Ron said, turning away from the gross food at the table. Nearly Headless Nick flew over and asked how we were doing.

"Good, this is a great party," I said, nudging the others to do the same. Nick beamed at that and began talking about some speech he was going to give when the orchestra stopped playing.

Dozens of ghosts broke through the dungeon wall making a very very spectacular entrance. They were all on horseback and were all headless.

I glared at the headless hunt. My grandad was still hunting them down. Most of these other ghosts had asked permission and kept mainly to themselves. The hunt was a bunch of party goers and ruined the secrecy of ghosts more often then not.

The mist around my pomegranate shifted, and I noticed that it looked like I was eating a rotten apple. I tossed it to the side when I noticed Hermione looking over at it suspiciously. Unfortunately, I tossed the apple straight through one of the horsemen's horses.

I dawned a look of regret while smiling on the inside. Nick stood to give his speech, and I walked out of the dungeon. My grandads reaction when I said I saw the hunt and didn't dispel of them would probably put me on his bad side for a week or two.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed me out and together we all made our way back to the great hall. We were almost there when Harry froze in place. I cast him a look of confusion as he started sprinting down the hall. "It's that voice again - shut up a minute -"

I remembered the voice he was talking about. Zagan had told me about it saying that Harry had went off about it after Ron, Leo, and Jason's detentions. I followed after him as he continued running.

"It's going to kill someone!" Harry cried out still running until he stopped by a deserted passageway.

"Harry, what was that all about?" Ron said, wiping sweat off his face. "I couldn't hear anything. . . ."

I wanted to shut him up as I looked forward and gasped. Written on the wall in front of me was the chamber of secrets has been opened. enemies of the heir, beware. It was written in blood, that was clear.

"What's that thing - hanging underneath?" Ron asked, a slight quiver in his voice. I looked down, but my eyes didn't stop on the cat hanging from the wall. They went straight to the lump of a person laying still on the floor. I rushed forward nearly slipping on the water, but not caring.

I didn't slow down until I was kneeling in front of the body. I blinked once and bit back a cry of shock. Laying on the floor in front of me wasn't a stranger. No this was a face I knew very very well. Laying in front of me was none other than Zagan Sammy Zhang, and he wasn't moving.