Time skip to Mrs Norris' petrification brought to you by a singing Snape

Rose's POV

The feast was finally over and the Slytherins and I were on our way to the Slytherin Dormitories when I stopped dead in the hallway (along with the rest of the Slytherins) spotting Harry, Ron and Hermione looking at, what I'm fairly certain is Mrs Norris, Filch's cat...looking very much like a statue. That's when I saw what was written on the wall. I stopped breathing. No...not again.

At that moment Filch decided to blame Harry and Ron for his cat's 'death' and not soon after that the Headmaster arrived, reassuring the caretaker that she was merely petrified and that Harry could not possibly have done that to Mrs Norris. Soon the Headmaster dismissed the students standing in the Hall and him, Professor Snape, Filch, Lockhart and the Golden Trio was headed to Lockhart's office. Nobody noticed that I hid in the shadows, staring at the cursed message.

'THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED. ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE.'

How? Why? I thought only Tom could open up Slytherin's Chamber?! This is not good...

As I pondered what would happen now that the Chamber has reopened I caught movement in the corner of my eye. Valour? Ugh! What is he still doing here? I used the surrounding moonlight to hide in the shadows (A nifty ability Rose has from being a Moon Elemental) as I saw him dialling a number in a strange-looking phone. Wait, I thought that technology didn't work inside the castle's walls?

"Dad, Slytherin's Chamber has been opened again. No, no casualties yet. Only a petrified cat. I'll keep you posted. Don't tell the twins, I can handle it myself. Don't worry everything's under control, Dumbledore doesn't suspect a thing. Bye Dad, send my love to Mom and Thea."

That was...interesting...wait a minute...twins? What twins? Don't tell me there's more of them! And what did he mean Dumbledore doesn't suspect anything? What the hell is going on?!

Time skip to the day of Slytherin vs. Gryffindor Quidditch Match

I woke up early in the morning to the sounds of loud voices coming from downstairs. The hell?! Did the Gryffindors invade the Slytherin common room? I got out of my bed and made my way downstairs to find that, no, it was a bunch of excited bloody Slytherin Quidditch players going over their plans for today's match.

"OUT! This is not a locker room! OUT!" I yelled at them. Basterds, you would think they would know by now that I wasn't a morning person during the weekends. They visibly paled and ran out of the common room. I stomped towards my room once the last of them has exited the common room and started getting ready for the day. It's no use getting some more shut-eye anyway, now that I'm fully awake. I just hope that there's coffee waiting for me down at the Great Hall. "Someone's cranky today," Valour said as I approached the Slytherin table for breakfast. "Apparently the Slytherin Quidditch team doesn't know what sleep is!" I grumbled at I reached for the coffee.

***

As I found a seat in the Slytherin stands, Valour made his way towards me. "I thought I made myself clear yesterday-" I began, but was quickly cut off by him.

"You did, but last time I checked you don't have the right to decide where I can or can't sit." He said with a smirk. I was about to retort when the Slytherin Team walked on to the Quidditch Pitch, Draco strutting like a dam peacock with his Nimbus 2001. I rolled my eyes. Draco can be such a show-off sometimes. Not long after, Madam Hooch blew her whistle and the match began.

Not long into the game, I notice one of the Bludgers keep aiming for Harry, while the Twins desperately tried to keep it away from Harry. Hmm...someone has been tampering with it, no doubt the Gryffindor team thinks it's the Slytherins. Not that they would've been able to, considering Madam Hooch always casts heavy locking spells on the trunk containing the Bludgers, Quaffle and Snitch to prevent any sort of tampering. Curious, very curious.

Time slowed down while I considered my options...So I've got two options.

Option one: I focus some of my telekinetic abilities on the Bludger and let it 'magically' explode. Resulting in being the interest of the Gifted students, which I don't really want, but I would be saving Harry from certain death and eliminate the distraction from the game.

Option two: I leave the Bludger for Harry to handle, possibly causing some major injuries once he stops moving for more than 10 seconds and possibly falling to his death. I don't get exposed, Harry could possibly die...yeah Option One it is then. Fuck, why do everyone and everything always try to kill the blasted boy?!

Right then... as Fred deflected the Bludger for the third time, the Bludger exploded, and just in time too...Harry has spotted the Snitch. 60 seconds later he caught it just before Draco could catch it. And Draco decided to knock Harry off his broom, Harry landed on his arm with an sickening crunch. Welp that's a broken arm. Wait what the HELL does Lockhart think he's doing? As I walked closer to inspect the  damage that Lockhart most likely caused on Harry's arm I stopped.

Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me?!

Harry's arm lay limply against his side. I'm going to lose it. That's it. Lockhart's got to go.

Soon George was escorting Harry to the Hospital Wing and I walked towards the castle.

As I walk back to the castle, Fred caught up to me. "Aren't you supposed to be taking Harry to Madam Pomfrey, Fred?" I asked in a bored tone.

"I know you did it." He said. "Did what?" I asked innocently. "You know what! You're going to get caught, Rose! We had it handled!" Fred ranted.

"Sure you did. You had everything under control and Harry was in no immediate danger. Go, your teammates are waiting for you. I'll catch up with you guys later. Congrats on the win Fred." I said amused, grinning at him. I looked back at the red-headed twins and smiled. The world has no idea how intelligent the Weasley twins are, always thinking of them as 'The Gryffindor Pranksters'. How wrong they all are. They're not pranksters and hardly 100% Gryffindor. They can be very Slytherin sometimes. They're my Slytherin Devils.

As I walked back, I was completely 'oblivious' of the person following me. Honestly, when will they ever learn that it's impossible to stalk a paranoid person?

"I'd stop stalking me if I were you," I said annoyed, not bothering to look back at my stalker. The person stopped walking and I looked back.

"Well?! What do you want?" I asked the Ravenclaw 4th year impatiently.

"Erm...well..." He started. "Out with it De Silva!" I snapped.

"Jfc, do you ever stop being mean? Wait how do you know my last name?" He said getting peeved.

"To answer your second question, I was there when you got sorted, idiot. Now if you're done wasting my time I would like to enjoy the rest of my Saturday and possibly save Draco from getting killed by his teammates!" I snapped again.

"Wait! I'm sorry. I just wanted to know if you wanted to join me and my friends at the Black Lake tomorrow for lunch?" He said desparately.

"Are you kidding me?!-" I started to say but took a deep breath and started over.

"No, but thanks for the offer, De Silva. I kinda have stuff to do tomorrow with the Weasley Twins. Also I don't think I'll make a raincheck on the offer. Don't try to make me your friend. Now if you're finished, I have to go save Draco's ass." I said monotonously.

"Ah ok, see ya around, Monroe!" He called after me.

Not likely De Silva, not likely.