A year after saving Hogwarts, Peter, and his friends now face a huge challenge. Some awful things are happening in Hogwarts, which so happens to be the work of The Heir of Slytherin and it's monster from within the Chamber of Secrets. Words being wr...
*In the bathroom the next morning, Harry told the others what he heard last night.*
Hermione: Again? You mean the Chamber of Secrets has been opened before?
Ron: Of course. Don't you see? Lucius Malfoy must have opened it when he was at school here. Now he's taught Draco how to do it.
Hermione: Maybe. We'll have to wait for the Polyjuice Potion to know for sure. Peter, pass me that vial.
*Peter hands Hermione the vial with blue liquid in it. He then stops and looks at her.*
Peter: Hermione? Why are we brewing this potion in broad daylight...in the middle of the girls' lavatory? Don't you think we'll get caught?
*She let out a chuckle.*
Hermione: No. No one ever comes in here.
Ron: Why?
Hermione: Moaning Myrtle.
Ron: Who?
*A ghost with glasses, similar to Harry, peers around the stall corner, catching Peter, Hermione, and Harry's attention.*
Hermione: Moaning Myrtle.
Ron: Who's Moaning Myrtle?
Myrtle: I'M Moaning Myrtle.
*Myrtle startled Ron. She then flies up to the top of the sink and looks at the quartet.*
Myrtle: I wouldn't expect you to know me. Who would ever talk about ugly, miserable...moping Moaning Myrtle?
*She wails and flies back to the stall she came from and plunged into the toilet.*
Peter: What's her problem?
Hermione: ...she's a little sensitive.
Peter: A little?
*Hermione gave Peter the same look she gives Ron at least almost half the time.*
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*A bit later, the group then gather in the great hall for DADA. A bunch of tables, stacked in two are together to form a platform with a mat draped over them. Lockhart is on it and walks along the tables.*
Lockhart: Gather round! Gather round. Can everybody see me? Can you all hear me?
*Peter then whispers over to Ron.*
Peter: *Whispers* As if we have a choice?
*Ron nods.*
Lockhart: Excellent. In light of the dark events of recent weeks...Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this Dueling Club...to train you all up in case you ever need to defend yourselves...as I myself have done on countless occasions. For full details, see my published works.
*He takes off his cloak and tosses it out to a group of fangirls. Angelina catches it. Just then, Justin chats with Harry.*
Justin: That Lockhart's something, isn't he? Awfully brave chap.
*He then extends his hand out to Harry.*
Justin: Justin Finch-Fletchley. Hufflepuff.
Harry: Nice to meet you. I'm--
Justin: I know who you are. We all do, even us Muggle-borns.
*He then notices Peter there. He spotted his spider bite, which was somewhat going away, but was still noticeable.*
