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Soon, Halloween came. After the great feat, they headed up to the common room when Secret heard a voice.
‘Blood… I smell blood…’
‘Secret?’
George snapping his fingers in front of her face brought her back to reality. She blinked.
‘Huh?’
‘You alright? You zoned out.’ He said.
‘She’s just tired after the feast.’ A pair of hands scooped her up and she was sat on Fred’s shoulders.
‘C’mon Troublemaker-in-Training!’
They kept waling, until they came to a complete stop. The trio was there, and writing. She got off and read it.
‘Enemies of the Heir, beware…’ she whispered.
Heir… heir... she was an heir…
She felt her knee’s buckle and she crumpled to the ground.
‘Secret!’
Arms wrapped round her, scooping her up.
‘Enemies of the Heir, beware! You'll be next, Mudbloods!’ Draco.
‘What's going on here? What's going on?’ Attracted no doubt by Malfoy's shout, she heard Filch. Then, there was silence.
‘My cat! My cat! What's happened to Mrs. Norris?’ he shrieked.
‘You!’ he screeched. ‘You ! You've murdered my cat! You've killed her! I'll kill you! I'll -…’
‘Argus!’ Dumbledore had arrived.
‘Come with me, Argus. You, too, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger.’
‘My office is nearest, Headmaster - just upstairs - please feel free -…’ That was Lockheart
‘Thank you, Gilderoy,’ said Dumbledore.
Whoever was holding her started to move, and before too long, she was being laid on a couch.
‘Secret! C’mon, wake up!’
She gave a moan and opened her eyes, to see two flaming haired faced peering worriedly at her.
‘What happened?’ she croaked.
‘You just fainted.’ Said Fred.
‘Secret? Is she okay?’
Percy had suddenly appeared.
‘Percy?’ she muttered.
He dropped to his knee’s next to her.
‘You okay?’ he asked.
‘I’m fine Percy.’ She whispered, feeling her cheeks heat up.
‘Percy? Penelope is outside the portrait hole.’ A seventh year suddenly appeared.
Secret felt her stomach drop. ‘P-Penelope?’
Percy suddenly looked ashamed slightly, and got up rather quicker than he had arrived.
Ginny looked at her, before getting up and slowly coming over. ‘Secret? Can I talk to you?’
Secret stood up, before letting Ginny take her wrist and lead her to her dorm. Once there, she turned to her.
‘Penelope is Percy’s girlfriend.’ She said.
Secret blinked a few times, before whispering ‘What?’
Ginny nodded. Secret sat heavily on the nearest bed, and placed her head in her hands. She held in her tears, and looked at Ginny.
‘Thank you for telling me.’ She murmured.
‘There’s something else.’
Secret nodded, indicating that she could continue.
‘I-I found this diary in my cauldron. I thought that Mummy had just got me it, but-but I don’t want it. Do you?’
She handed over a small black diary. Secret examined it, and looked in the front.
‘This diary belongs to Tom Mavolo Riddle.’
Secret felt her heart give a small jump. This had belonged to her brother.
‘Thank you Ginny.’ She said, standing up.
‘You’re welcome. And I’m sorry Secret.’
She nodded and headed to her own dorm. Lying on her bed, she picked a quill up and wrote on the first page. Her brother had been a very powerful wizard. There was no way it would be an ordinary diary.
‘My name is Secret Riddle.’
She watched, and then her eyes widened as the ink vanished into the paper. Words suddenly came back.
‘Hello Secret. I am Tom Riddle. You have the same last name as me. Are we related?’
Nearly spilling her ink to tell him, she replied.
‘Yes. You’re my older brother.’
Once again, she watched the ink vanished and reappear.
‘How so? My parents are dead. I have no siblings.’
‘You’re mum didn’t die. She placed a powerful memory charm on everyone so they thought she was dead, and then met my dad.’
‘So I have a little sister. I always fancied having a little sister.’
Secret smiled.

The next day however, she wasn’t smiling. She was staring at the writing on the wall.
‘Secret?’
It was Raven. He came up behind her before threading his arms round her waist.
‘I know you’re an heir. But I know it wasn’t you.’
She stayed silent.
‘C’mon.’
He led her to the room and pushed the door open.
‘Guys? Just me and Secret.’
He shut the door behind them and sat her on a beanbag.
‘We were just discussing who the heir might be.’ Said Scar.
‘I think Malfoy.’ Grunted Kieran.
‘Malfoy is no relation to Slytherin.’ Mumbled Secret, from where her face was hidden in Raven’s robes.
‘Who could it be then? Unless you have any siblings you’re telling us about.’ Said J.
‘Well…’
‘Go on. We’re not going to judge you.’ Said Scar, sensing it was a difficult topic.
‘You-Know-Who.’ Secret whimpered.
There was a silence. Then, Kieran spoke.
‘Well, unless he’s hiding behind a pot plant somewhere, I don’t think it’s him.’
He smiled. ‘If he does ever take over the world, do tell him what good mates we are?’
Secret grinned.

‘I don't believe it, I'm still eight inches short,’ said Ron furiously, letting go of his parchment, which sprang back into a roll. ‘And Hermione's done four feet seven inches and her writing's tiny.’
‘Shut up Ron.’ Secret said, scribbling furiously, peeved off that she was only two inches short.
‘Where is she?’ asked Harry, grabbing the tape measure and unrolling his own homework.
‘Somewhere over there,’ said Ron, pointing along the shelves. ‘Looking for another book. I think she's trying to read the whole library before Christmas.’
‘I thought she had already done that.’ Secret commented, looking up.
Harry told them both about Justin Finch-Fletchley running away from him.
‘Dunno why you care. I thought he was a bit of an idiot,’ said Ron, scribbling away, making his writing as large as possible. ‘All that junk about Lockhart being so great-…’
Hermione emerged from between the bookshelves. She looked irritable and at last seemed ready to talk to them.
‘All the copies of Hogwarts, A History have been taken out,’ she said, sitting down next to the three. ‘And there's a two-week waiting list. I wish I hadn't left my copy at home, but I couldn't fit it in my trunk with all the Lockhart books.’
‘I’ve got my own copy if you want to borrow it.’ Secret said absent-mindedly, making something up about the Medieval Assembly on European Wizards in a desperate attempt to make another inch’s worth of writing.
‘Why do you want it?’ said Harry.
‘The same reason everyone else wants it,’ said Hermione, ‘to read up on the legend of the Chamber of Secrets.’
‘What's that?’ said Harry quickly.
Secret looked up again, her heart skipping several beats.
‘That's just it. I can't remember,’ said Hermione, biting her lip. ‘And I can't find the story anywhere else-…’
‘Hermione, let me read your composition,’ said Ron desperately, checking his watch.
‘No, I won't,’ said Hermione, suddenly severe. ‘You've had ten days to finish it-…’
‘I only need another two inches, come on-…’
The bell rang. Ron and Hermione led the way to History of Magic, bickering.
History of Magic was the dullest subject on their schedule. 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. Ancient and shriveled, many people said he hadn't noticed he was dead. He had simply got up to teach one day and left his body behind him in an armchair in front of the staff room fire; his routine had not varied in the slightest since.
Today was as boring as ever. Professor Binns opened his notes and began to read in a flat drone like an old vacuum cleaner until nearly everyone in the class was in a deep stupor, occasionally coming to long enough to copy down a name or date, then falling asleep again. He had been speaking for half an hour when something happened that had never happened before. Hermione 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, Professor. I was wondering if you could tell us anything 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.
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.’ He cleared his throat with a small noise like chalk slipping and continued, ‘In September of that year, a subcommittee of Sardinian sorcerers-…’
He stuttered to a halt. Secret this time had raised her hand.
‘Miss – er - Snape?
‘Please, sir, don't legends always have a basis in fact?’ Secret said.
Professor Binns was looking at her in such amazement.
‘Well,’ said Professor Binns slowly, ‘yes, one could argue that, I suppose.’ He peered at Secret as though he had never seen a student properly before. ‘However, the legend of which you speak is such a very sensational, even ludicrous tale-…’
But the whole class was now hanging on Professor Binns's every word. He looked dimly at them all, every face turned to his. Secret could tell he was completely thrown by such an unusual show of interest.
‘Oh, very well," he said slowly. ‘Let me see... the Chamber of Secrets...’
‘You all know, of course, that Hogwarts was founded over a thousand years ago - the precise date is uncertain - by the four greatest witches and wizards of the age. The four school Houses are named after them: Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin. They built this castle together, far from prying Muggle eyes, for it was an age when magic was feared by common people, and witches and wizards suffered much persecution.’
He paused, gazed blearily around the room, and continued.
‘For a few years, the founders worked in harmony together, seeking out youngsters who showed signs of magic and bringing them to the castle to be educated. But then disagreements sprang up between them. A rift began to grow between Slytherin and the others. Slytherin wished to be more selective about the students admitted to Hogwarts. He believed that magical learning should be kept within all-magic families. He disliked taking students of Muggle parentage, believing them to be untrustworthy. After a while, there was a serious argument on the subject between Slytherin and Gryffindor, and Slytherin left the school.’
Secret felt eyes look at her and her face grew hot.
Professor Binns paused again, pursing his lips, looking like a wrinkled old tortoise.
‘Reliable historical sources tell us this much," he said. "But these honest facts have been obscured by the fanciful legend of the Chamber of Secrets. The story goes that Slytherin had built a hidden chamber in the castle, of which the other founders knew nothing.’
‘Slytherin, according to the legend, sealed the Chamber of Secrets so that none would be able to open it until his own true heir arrived at the school. The heir alone would be able to unseal the Chamber of Secrets, unleash the horror within, and use it to purge the school of all who were unworthy to study magic.’
There was silence as he finished telling the story, but it wasn't the usual, sleepy silence that filled Professor Binns's classes. There was unease in the air as everyone continued to watch him, hoping for more. Professor Binns looked faintly annoyed.
‘The whole thing is arrant nonsense, of course,’ he said. ‘Naturally, the school has been searched for evidence of such a chamber, many times, by the most learned witches and wizards. It does not exist. A tale told to frighten the gullible.’
Hermione's hand was back in the air.
‘Sir - what exactly do you mean by the horror within' the Chamber?’
‘That is believed to be some sort of monster, which the Heir of Slytherin alone can control,’ said Professor Binns in his dry, reedy voice.
The class exchanged nervous looks.
‘I tell you, the thing does not exist,’ said Professor Binns, shuffling his notes. ‘There is no Chamber and no monster.’
‘But, sir,’ said Seamus Finnigan, ‘if the Chamber can only be opened by Slytherin's true heir, no one else would be able to find it, would they?’
‘Nonsense, O'Flaherty,’ said Professor Binns in an aggravated tone. ‘If a long succession of Hogwarts headmasters and headmistresses haven't found the thing-…’
‘But, Professor,’ piped up Parvati Patil, ‘you'd probably have to use Dark Magic to open it-…’
‘Just because a wizard doesn't use Dark Magic doesn't mean he can't, Miss Pennyfeather,’ snapped Professor Binns. ‘I repeat, if the likes of Dumbledore-…’
‘But maybe you've got to be related to Slytherin, so Dumbledore couldn't-…’ began Dean Thomas, but Professor Binns had had enough.
‘That will do,’ he said sharply. ‘It is a myth! It does not exist! There is not a shred of evidence that Slytherin ever built so much as a secret broom cupboard! I regret telling you such a foolish story! We will return, if you please, to history, to solid, believable, verifiable fact!’
And within five minutes, the class had sunk back into its usual torpor.
‘I always knew Salazar Slytherin was a twisted old loony," Ron told Harry, Secret and Hermione as they fought their way through the teeming corridors at the end of the lesson to drop off their bags before dinner. ‘But I never knew he started all this pure-blood stuff. I wouldn't be in his house if you paid me. Honestly, if the Sorting Hat had tried to put me in Slytherin, I'd've got the train straight back home...’
‘Hmph.’ Was all Secret said.

Saturday soon came, too quickly for Secret liking. As eleven o'clock approached, the whole school started to make its way down to the Quidditch stadium. It was a muggy sort of day with a hint of thunder in the air. J, Scar and Kierna came hurrying over to wish Secret and Ravne good luck as they entered their seperate locker rooms. The team pulled on their scarlet Gryffindor robes, then sat down to listen to Wood's usual pre-match pep talk.
‘Slytherin has better brooms than us,’ he began. ‘No point denying it. But we've got better people on our brooms. We've trained harder than they have, we've been flying in all weathers –…’(‘Too true," muttered George Weasley. "I haven't been properly dry since August’) ‘- and we're going to make them rue the day they let that little bit of slime, Malfoy, buy his way onto their team.’
‘Here here!’ said Secret.
Chest heaving with emotion, Wood turned to Harry.
‘It'll be down to you, Harry, to show them that a Seeker has to have something more than a rich father. Get to that Snitch before Malfoy or die trying, Harry, because we've got to win today, we've got to.’
‘So no pressure, Harry" said Fred, winking at him.
As they walked out onto the pitch, a roar of noise greeted them; mainly cheers, because Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were anxious to see Slytherin beaten, but the Slytherins in the crowd made their boos and hisses heard, too. Madam Hooch, the Quidditch teacher, asked Flint and Wood to shake hands, which they did, giving each other threatening stares and gripping rather harder than was necessary.
‘On my whistle," said Madam Hooch. "Three... two... one...’
They kicked off into the sky. Gripping her bat, she saw the Slytherin’s flying round like bullets. Growling and cursing Lucius under breath, she zoomed round, looking for a bludger to whack to Malfoy.
Suddenly, one came flying towards her. Hitting it with all her might, she was pleased as it flew off to hit Flint in the back of the head, causing him to drop the quaffle into the waiting hands of Alice below her.
WHAM!
A bludger hit her in the small of the back, and she felt a sharp, white hot pain run through it. Cursing Bole and making a mental note to hex him once she was off pitch, she few off, trying to ignore the pain.
She suddenly heard the whistle and saw Wood signaling for a time out. Flying to the ground, she got and hobbled over, wincing slightly as Fred put his arm round her waist.
‘What's going on?’ said Wood as the Gryffindor team huddled together, while Slytherins in the crowd jeered. ‘We're being flattened. Fred, George, Secret, where were you when that Bludger stopped Angelina scoring?’
‘We were twenty feet above her, stopping the other Bludger from murdering Harry, Oliver,’ said George angrily. ‘Someone's fixed it - it won't leave Harry alone. It hasn't gone for anyone else all game. The Slytherins must have done something to it.’
‘But the Bludgers have been locked in Madam Hooch's office since our last practice, and there was nothing wrong with them then...’ said Wood, anxiously. Madam Hooch was walking toward them. Over her shoulder, Secret could see the Slytherin team jeering and pointing in their direction.
‘Listen,’ said Harry as she came nearer and nearer, ‘with you two flying around me all the time the only way I'm going to catch the Snitch is if it flies up my sleeve. Go back to the rest of the team and let me deal with the rogue one.’
‘Don't be thick,’ said Fred. ‘It'll take your head off.’
Wood was looking from Harry to the Weasleys.
‘Oliver, this is insane,’ said Alicia Spinner angrily. ‘You can't let Harry deal with that thing on his own. Let's ask for an inquiry...’
‘If we stop now, we'll have to forfeit the match!’ said Harry. ‘And we're not losing to Slytherin just because of a crazy Bludger! Come on, Oliver, tell them to leave me alone!’
‘This is all your fault,’ Secret said angrily to Wood. ‘ “Get the Snitch or die trying”, what a stupid thing to tell him-…’
Madam Hooch had joined them.
‘Ready to resume play?’ she asked Wood.
Wood looked at the determined look on Harry's face.
‘All right,’ he said. ‘Fred, George, Secret, you heard Harry - leave him alone and let him deal with the Bludger on his own.’
The rain was falling more heavily now. On Madam Hooch's whistle, Secret kicked hard into the air, scanning for at least one shot at hitting that bludger into Malfoy’s face.
WHAM!
She had found it, but that was the second time it had crashed into her back. The force too much on her already injured back; she was knocked off her broom, giving a small scream of pain, hearing the laugh of the Slytherin beater.
‘Secret!’ The twin’s voices echoed in the air along with another.
A pair of hands grabbed her under her elbows and she was pulled onto the back of someone else’s broom. It was only when the long black hair tickled her face did she realize it was Raven.
He landed on the ground.
‘Lister! Put her down and get your behind back onto this pitch!’ roared Flint.
Ignore Flint, Raven picked her up bridal style and carried her off pitch. Madam hooch landed.
‘What’s going on?’ she asked.
‘Second bludger to the back; knocked her off her broom.’ Said Raven.
‘What position are you?’
‘Chaser.’
‘Right then. Take her to the hospital wing -…’
She looked behind as Harry fell on the ground, holding the snitch.
‘…- The match is over anyway.’
He nodded and proceeded to make his way up.
‘LISTER!’
He sighed and turned to see Flint. Secret gave a whimper as he agitated her back a little.
‘Sorry baby.’ He murmured.
‘What are you doing?’ shouted Flint. ‘Just clearing off during a match to take a Gryffindor, none the less, to the hospital wing?’
‘That is exactly what I’m doing Flint.’ With that, he turned round again and continued up, ignoring the yells from Flint.
Once inside the castle, he gently kissed her forehead.
‘Silly billy.’ He said.
‘Lister!’
They both looked to see Percy.
‘Oh geez.’ Thought Secret.
‘Hello Weasley.’ Said Raven politely.
‘I shall take Secret off you now. I’m sure you have to go change out your robes.’ Said Percy.
‘No, that can wait.’ Said Raven.
‘No no, I insist.’ Said Percy.
Raven reluctantly handed her over, although Secret was pretty sure it was just because of the quickly-advancing troll-like figure that was Marcus Flint heading their way that he wanted her to be away from, and Percy started heading towards the wing.
‘What happened Secret?’ he asked.
‘Two bludgers to the back.’ She mumbled.
‘Merlin.’
Upon arrival, Madam Pomfrey immediately came over.
‘Oh my word! What happened?’
Percy explained while Secret unintentionally nestled her head into his robes. She only noticed her surroundings when she was placed on a bed and her back tapped with a wand.
It went very warm, and then very cold.
‘You’ll still need to stay the night.’
Secret inwardly groaned.