Aurora's POV

I sighed and turned to Hermione, who was adding strange ingredients as Harry told us what happened last night in the Hospital Wing. "Again? You mean, the Chamber of Secrets has been opened before?" Hermione asked.

"Of course! Don't you see? Lucius Malfoy must've opened it when he was at school here, and now he's told Draco how to do it." I rolled my eyes at Ron's response.

"Don't be to sure Ron. Even if the Malfoys are the heirs of Slytherin, Draco is to much of a chicken to do anything about it. Or ferret. I don't know which at this point."

"Maybe. We'll have to wait for the Polyjuice Potion to know for sure." Hermione said.

"Enlighten me. Why are we brewing this potion in broad daylight, in the middle of a girls' lavatory? Don't you think we'll get caught?" Me and Hermione both shook our heads.

"Never. No one over comes in here."

"Why?" me and Hermione both looked at each other before answering together.

"Moaning Myrtle."

"Who's Moaning Myrtle?" There is a loud, piercing scream, and the ghost of a young girl comes racing out of the wall, face to face with Ron.

"I'm Moaning Myrtle. I wouldn't expect you to know me. Who would ever talk about fat, ugly, miserable, moping, moaning Myrtle?" She sobs loudly and dives headfirst into a toilet. I turn to Ron.

"She's a little sensitive."

***Time Skip***

Me and Ana walk side by side into the great hall where a dueling club run by Prof. Lockhart is being held. Me and Ana rolled our eyes as Lockhart walked up onto the table. "Gather round! Gather round! Can everyone 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 little 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." Ana made a gagging noise and I bit back a laugh. Ana's dad, Prof. Snape, walked up onto the table. "Let me introduce my assistant Professor Snape. He has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration. Now 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 leaned towards Ana.

"Are you sure it's him we have to worry about?" Ana chuckled. Lockhart and Snape faced each other and bowed. They turn and walk ten paces before turning back around, wands poised like swords. (A/N It the ten duel commandments. 10 Points to every readers house who knows where this is from.)

"As you can see, we are holding our wands in the accepted combative position. On the count of three, we will cast our first spells. Neither of us will be aiming to kill, of course." They both gave a small nod. "One. Two. Three-" Snape made his move.

"Expelliarmus!" A dazzling flash of scarlett light bursts forth and blasts Lockhart off his feet and into the wall behind him. There were some mumbled concerns in the crowd.

"Should we be worried?" I asked Ana. We both looked at each other and shook our heads.

"Nah." Lockhart gets up unsteadily.

"Well, there you have it. That was a Disarming Charm. As you see, I've lost my wand." I see Hermione return it, and Ana's face morphs to one of mock fear.

"What have you done!" I giggled.

"Ah, thank you, Miss Granger. Yes, an excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape, but if you don't mind my saying so, it was very obvious what you were about to do. If I had wanted to stop you it would have been only too easy..."

"Perhaps it would be prudent to first teach the students to block unfriendly spells, Professor." Snape said.

"Like Lockhart's idiocy?" Ana said.

"That's a spell? I thought it was a curse. For us anyway."

"An excellent suggestion, Professor Snape. 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. Might I suggest someone from my own house. Malfoy, perhaps."

"Oh no." Ana mumbled, face palming. Harry and Draco walk onto the table and look at each other, bowing.

"Scared, Potter?"

"You wish." Draco smirked and gave me a wink. Me and Harry both growled. I turned to Harry.

"Destroy his little bleach blonde ass." Harry and Ana both bit back their smirks. Harry and Draco turn away from each other, walk ten paces, and turn back, wands poised.

"Wands at the ready! When I count to three, cast your charms to disarm your opponent. Only to disarm. We don't want any accidents. One, two-" Draco fires early, knocking Harry off his feet with a blast of white light. Harry jumps up and points his wand.

"Rictusempra!" A jet of silver light hits Draco dead in the stomach, causing him to start wheezing.

"I said disarm only!" Lockhart said, but he was easily ignored. Draco pointed his wand at Harry.

"Serpensortia!" To everyone's horror, the tip of Draco's wand explodes and a long, black snake slithers forth. I try to make my way onto the stage, but someone grabs my arm, stopping me.

"Aura, no! That snake is venomous!"

"Don't move, Potter. I'll get rid of it for you." Snape said, walking forward.

"Allow me." Lockhart said. He flicked his wand, and a bang was heard as the snake flew up into the air, landing closer to Harry. The snake slithers to a Hufflepuff boy, by the name of Justin I believe, as students scream. Harry, who is oddly calm, starts hissing at the snake, causing my eyes to widen. Before I even realized what happened, my legs moved me in front of Justin protectively. The snake stops to look at Harry for a moment before slithering towards me. Harry began hissing at the snake again, almost angry this time, and the snake finally stops, staring into Harry's eyes as Harry glares at the snake. Then not even a second later, the snake falls to the ground. Harry, who appeared to be awakening from a trace, looked at all of the confused, shocked, or fearful faces, confused himself. Snape waves his wand, causing the snake to disappear. Ron walks onto the table and grabs Harry's arm.

"Come on. Move. Now." Harry follows Ron, looking down, and me and Hermione follow after them out of the room, towards the common room. When we got there we all sat down, avoiding everyone else. "You're a Parselmouth! Why didn't you tell us?" Ron asked.

"I'm a what?"

"You can talk to snakes." Hermione said, trying to get him to understand.

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

"No. They can't. It's not a very common gift, Harry. This is bad."

"What's bad? If I hadn't told that snake not to attack Justin-"

"Oh, that's what you said to it."

"You were there! You heard me!"

"We heard you speaking Parseltongue. Snake language."

"I spoke a different language? But I didn't realize- how can I speak a language without knowing I can?"

"I don't know, Harry. But it sounded like you were egging the snake on or something until Aurora stepped in. It was... creepy." As Gryffindors stream into the room, they eye Harry warily. Even Seamus, Neville, and Dean Thomas walk by without a word. I grabbed Harry's hand.

"Harry, listen out 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. And now the whole school's going to think you're his great-great-great grandson or something."

"But I'm not. I... can't be."

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