"Again? You mean the Chamber of Secrets has been opened before?" Hermione asks.

"Of course. Don't you see? Lucius Malfoy must have opened it when he was at school here," Ron says, "Now he's taught Draco how to do it."

"Maybe," Hermione says.

"You mean the kid who stuck his finger in the madrakes mouth?" I say.

"We'll have to wait for the Polyjuice Potion to know for sure," Hermione says.

"Enlighten me. Why are we brewing this potion in broad daylight... in the middle of the girls' lavatory? Don't you think we'll get caught?" Ron asks.

"No. No one ever comes in here," Hermione says.

"Never," I say with more emphasis.

"Why?" Ron asks.

"Moaning Myrtle," Hermione says.

 "Who?" Ron asks. Myrtle looming behind him.

"Moaning Myrtle," Hermione repeats. 

"Who's Moaning Myrtle?" Ron asks.

"I'm Moaning Myrtle," Myrtle yells in his face, "I wouldn't expect you to know me. Who would ever talk about ugly, miserable... moping Moaning Myrtle?" She flies off while whining.

"She's a little sensitive," Hermione says.

"A little?" I ask, "so you've been hearing voices?"

"Yeah," He says, "why?"

"No reason," I say, "just asking."

*******

"Gather round! Gather round," Lockhart yells walking across the table, "Can everybody see me? Can you all hear me? 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 pulls off his cape and throws it to the swooning girls.

"Gross," I say to Draco. He smirks and nods.

"Let me introduce my assistant... Professor Snape," Lockhart says. Snape unwillingly walks through the group of Slytherins and hops up onto the table. "He has sportingly agreed to help with a short demonstration, I don't want any of you youngsters to worry. You'll still have your Potions master when I'm through with him. Never fear."

"I hope Snape kills him," I huff crossing my arms. You know sometimes. I really am a Slytherin. Or maybe its just because I hate Lockhart.

"Me too," Draco says.

"Out of bad teachers we've had he gets the title of the worst," Pansy adds.

"Finally I agree with you," I tell her.

"One. Two. Three!" Lockhart yells.

"Expelliarmus!" Snape says loudly throwing Lockhart back with a loud thud. I laugh and look at the other two Slytherins. 

"Thanks you Snape for making Lockhart look like a fool," I say.

"Bloody hell that was great," Draco says. Lockhart pulls himself up. Standing proudly.

"An excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape... but if you don't mind me saying, it was obvious what you were about to do. If I had wanted to stop you, it would have been only too easy," Lockhart says.

"Bullshit," I say.

"Exactly," Pansy says laughing. I high five her quickly and we turn back to the teachers.

"Perhaps it would be prudent to first teach the students... to block unfriendly spells, professor," Snape says coldly. Lockhart makes a face.

"An excellent suggestion, Professor Snape," Lockhart says, "Let's have a volunteer pair. Potter, Weasley, how about you?"

"Weasley's wand causes devastation with the simplest spells. We'll be sending Potter to the hospital wing in a matchbox," Snape says, "Might I suggest someone from my own house? Malfoy, perhaps?" Snape turns and gestures Malfoy up. He jumps up and looks at me.

"Wish me good luck?" He asks me leaning closer.

"Good luck Draco darling!" Pansy yells. I smirk at him. 

"There you go," I say. He groans and turns and joins Harry. They were a couple of feet from each other. Staring holes into each others souls.

"Wands at the ready," Lockhart yells. They both hold their wands in front of their faces mumbling things to each other then they move back taking their positions. "On the count of three... cast your charms to disarm your opponent. Only to disarm. We don't want any accidents here."

"Why do I feel like neither one of them are going to do that?" I ask Pansy.

"Cause they aren't," She says. I groan. I just hope neither of them die. 

"One. Two-"

"Everte Statum!" Draco yells. The spell knocks Harry back landing harshly on his back. He jumps back up.

"Rictusempra!" Harry yells. His spell sending Malfoy into the air. Multiple spins then he lands right on his butt at Snape's feet. Snape yanks him up and shoves him forward.

"I said disarm only," Lockhart yells.

"Serpensortia!" Draco yells. A snake leaves his wands and slithers towards Harry. 

"Don't move, Potter. I'll get rid of it for you," Snape says walking towards the snake.

"Allow me, Professor Snape," Lockhart says cockily, "Alarte Ascendare!" The snake gets thrown in the air and lands back down. Hissing now.

"Youu," the snake hisses as It turns to Justin. It was going to attack him. I draw my wand and start to step up when I notice Harry step towards it. Could he hear it to? He starts talking to it. He was telling it to back away from Justin. To not attack him. So he's a Parselmouth too.

'Vipera Evanesca," Snape says causing the Snape to disintegrate before us. 

"What are you playing at?" Justin asks loudly. He was scared. They all were. And Harry was just confused.

******

"You're a Parselmouth?" Ron asks Harry. I had sneaked into the common room with them. It was for a quick discussion and Hermione ,who is normally against it, suggested it. "Why didn't you tell us?" 

"I'm a what?" Harry asks.

"A ParselMouth, You can talk to snakes," I say.

"I know. I accidentally set a python on my cousin Dudley at the zoo once. Once. But so what? I bet loads of people here can do it," Harry says.

"No, they can't. It's not a very common gift, Harry," Hermione says.

"Including you there are three people who can do it here," I say, "You, me, and a fifth year Slytherin. And that is the most Hogwarts has ever had at a time."

"This is bad," Hermione says.

"What's bad? If I hadn't told that snake not to attack Justin...," Harry says.

"That's what you said to it," Ron says. 

"Its true," I confirm for them.

"You were there. You heard me," Harry exclaims.

"I heard you speaking Parseltongue. Snake language,"  Ron says.

"I spoke a different language? But I didn't realize... How can I speak a language without knowing I can?" Harry asks turning to me.

"Its not a taught langunge," I say, "so you often don't realizing you're speaking in it." They were all worried. Hermione was keeping herself from completely panicking. "I've been practicing it for years and I still don't realize it."

"It sounded like you were egging the snake on or something," Hermione says, "Harry, listen to me. There's a reason the symbol of Slytherin house is a serpent. Salazar Slytherin was a Parselmouth. He could talk to snakes too." 

"Exactly," Ron says, "Now the whole school's gonna think you're his great-great-great grandson. Or something."

"But I'm not!" He yells, "and Y/n can speak it why don't they think its her?"

"The Cultven family has prided its self on its Parseltounge," I say, "we've been able to speak it since the beginning. Its a very known thing about my family. But you on the other hand...."

"I can't be," Harry says,

"He lived a thousand years ago," Hermione says, "For all we know, you could be."