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For a moment there was silence as Harry, Ron, Mal, and Lockhart stood in the doorway, covered in muck and slime and (in Harry's case and Mal's lot bruises) blood. Then there was a scream.

"Mal!"

Persephone's screams that were originally in Adrien's arms standing in front of fireplace, Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley was sitting on the sofa with Ginny who was squeezing into ball sobbing loudly, Zeus and Rolf hugged Persephone from behind while shedding tears and the Professors were waiting worriedly, Professor McGonagall was the worst who had prepared two boxes of tissue packs.

Adrien and Persephone hurriedly ran to Mal and attacked big worried rather relief hug their daughter, Ginny shrieked and cried again as she jumped off the sofa and then ran, hugged Mal tightly followed by the Scamander twins.

The Professors breathed a sigh of relief with their faces half pale but not leaving the eyes of Mal's chaotic figure full of bruises and bloodstains spread across her white uniform behind her black robe.

Professor McGonagall hugged Mal who was still tightly hugged by Ginny. Red haired girl sobbed loudly on Mal's shoulder when Adrien and Persephone carried Harry and Ron into a hug.

"You saved her! You saved her! How did you do it?" Persephone sobbed loudly into Harry's shoulder then let go of him, kissed on top of his head repeatly as Rolf and Zeus stood behind Mal and Ginny, won't be away from their sister. "Oh hun, thank you! Thank you very much! Oh Jesus' miracle, thank you Harry, Ron."

"I think we'd all like to know that," sobbed Professor McGonagall smiled at Mal who know was stared dizziness at fireplace, sooting Ginny softly who mumbled sorry in her embrace.

Persephone let go of Harry, who hesitated for a moment, then walked over to the desk and laid upon it the Sorting Hat, the ruby encrusted sword, and what remained of Riddle's diary.

Then he started telling them everything. For nearly a quarter of an hour he spoke into the rapt silence: He told them about hearing the disembodied voice, how Hermione had finally realized that he was hearing a basilisk in the pipes; how did Mal give clues about the Basilisk's weakness, how he and Ron had followed the spiders into the forest, that Aragog had told them where the last victim of the basilisk had died; how he had guessed that Moaning Myrtle had been the victim, and that the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets might be in her bathroom.

"Very well," Professor McGonagall prompted him as he paused, "so you found out where the entrance was - breaking a hundred school rules into pieces along the way, I might add- but how on earth did you all get out of there alive, Potter?"

So Harry, his voice now growing hoarse from all this talking, told them about Fawkes's timely arrival and about the Sorting Hat giving him the sword. But then he faltered.

So far he could avoid about Mal being framed by Ginny - Riddle to be precise, he knew very well that if he bring Ginny, Mal would be sad because she was considered Ginny own sister. He also didn't want to see Mal sad again if Ginny was expelled from Hogwarts.

Ginny now still sobbed in Mal's shoulder, didn't want to let go of her.

Instinctively, Harry looked at Dumbledore, who smiled faintly, the firelight glancing off his half-moon spectacles.

"What interests me most," said Dumbledore gently, "is how Lord Voldemort managed to enchant Ginny and devise a plan to trap Mal into the Chamber of Secrets? Because my sources tell me he is currently in hiding in the forests of Albania."

"W-what's that?" said Mr. Weasley in a stunned voice. "You-Know-Who? En-enchant Ginny? But Ginny's not . . . Ginny hasn't been-" he snapped his head toward Ginny tighly her hugs around Mal. "has she?"