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SNOW FELL AND horses pulled the carriages away from the school. It was finally Christmas break, and students were preparing to leave for the holidays, all but Harry, Ron, Hermione and ( Y/N ). They were planning to stay for their plan to see if Malfoy was the heir.

Earlier today, Ron wrote to his parents about ( Y/N ), asking if she could live with them since it was almost the end of the year. ( Y/N ) smiled as they watched the carriages pulling away, since this was her first time outside in the wintertime.

Harry couldn't help, but smile as well noticing how she was looking at everything, his cheeks flushing red. The smile soon faded when Fred and George spoke up.

"Hey, look, everyone," Fred spoke up.

"Be careful. He's a seriously evil wizard,"

Harry sighed as the twins walked away, chuckling at their joke.

"Oh, come on, Harry," Ron sighed. "Fred and George were just having a laugh."

"They're the only ones,"

"Okay. So half of the school thinks you're nipping off to the Chamber of Secrets every night. Who cares?"

"Maybe they're right," Harry walked away and Ron, Hermione and ( Y/N ) followed behind him.

"Harry," Hermione called out. "Harry! Oh, come on."

"Look, I didn't know I could speak Parseltongue," Harry raised his voice. "What else don't I know about myself?"

Harry sighed. "Look... maybe you can do something even something horrible, and not know you did it."

"You don't believe that. Harry. I know you don't," Hermione said. "And if it makes you feel any better, Malfoy's staying for the holidays too."

"Why would that make anyone feel better?" Ron asked.

"Because, in a few days, the Polyjuice Potion will be ready. In a few days, we may truly know who is the Heir of Slytherin."

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THE GRAND HALL was all decorated for Christmas. Snow fell from the ceiling, a large tree was standing in front of the hall in all its glory, a few smaller trees were lined up in the halls and a reef was hanging above the fireplace.

Hermione returned to the table her, Ron, Harry and ( Y/N ) were sitting at with a plate of food. The four lowered their heads so no one would hear them talk about the plan for Malfoy.

"Everything's set. We just need a bit of who you're changing into," Hermione whispered.

"Crabbe and Goyle," Harry said

"We also need to make sure that the real Crabbe and Goyle can't burst in on us while we're interrogating Malfoy," Hermione continued.

"How?" Ron questioned.

"I've got it all worked out," She got out two small muffins from under her seat.

"I filled these with a simple sleeping drought. Simple, but powerful,"

She placed them on the table. "Now, once they're asleep hide them in the broomstick cupboard and pull out a few of their hairs and put on their uniforms. While we're in the Slytherin common, ( Y/N ) will stay in the girl's lavatory."

"Whose hair are you ripping out, then?"

"I've already got mine," Hermione took out a small vial. "Millicent Bulstrode. Slytherin."

"I got this off her robes."

"( Y/N ) and I are going to go check on the Polyjuice Potion. Make sure that Crabbe and Goyle find these."

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ONCE RON FINISHED putting Crabbe and Goyle to sleep, they got some hairs and met up with ( Y/N ) and Hermione in the lavatory. ( Y/N ) now had her wig off and was sitting down, leaning against a wall waiting for the trio to take the Polyjuice Potion.

The potion was a green, kind of slimy brew and ( Y /N ) couldn't help but frown once she saw it. When she saw Hermione lifted it up from the cauldron a couple of time it she saw chunks of green come from the liquid.

"Well, did you get the hairs?" Hermione asked.

"What are those?"

"Slytherin robes," Hermione replied. "I had to sneak them from the laundry."

Harry frowned. "Are we going to drink that?"

"Mm. We have exactly one hour before we change back into ourselves,"

After Hermione poured some Polyjuice into the glasses, she placed them on one of the sinks. ( Y/N ) stood up to watch what would happen when they drank from the brew. The trio slowly picked their glasses up, looking at the liquid with frowns.

"Add the hairs," They put in some hairs from the people they were changing into.

"Ew. Essence of Crabbe," Ron groaned.

"Cheer," They clinked their glasses together and slowly took a sip of the potion. ( Y/N ) could see some some frowns on their faces and their mouths closed shut like they were trying to now throw up.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," Ron threw the glass to the floor and ran to one of the stalls.

"Me too," Hermione copied his actions and ran to another one.

Harry was the only who stayed by the sinks, placing his hands on the two sides for support and looking up at the mirror as bubbles formed on his face as he slowly transformed into Goyle. ( Y/N ) perked up and went eye wide when she saw him as a completely different person.

A stall door creaked open and Crabbe, or Ron as Crabbe came out of it. He was inspecting himself, looking at what the Polyjuice Potion did to him.

"Harry?" Ron gasped.

"Ron,"

"Bloody hell,"

"W-we still sound like ourselves," Harry said. "You need to sound more like Crabbe."

"Uh..." Ron cleared his throat."

"Bloody hell."

"Excellent," Harry smiled.

"Where's Hermione?" ( Y/N ) asked softly.

"I-I don't think I'm going," Hermione stuttered. "You go on without me."

"Hermione, are you okay?" Harry questioned.

"Just go! You're wasting time,"

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DRACO LEAD THEM to the Slytherin common room. Harry and Ron were lucky he showed up before they had to answer anymore of Percy's questions. Malfoy sat down on one of the black leather sofas with two green pillows for the Slytherin house colors. Harry and Ron sat on the one in front of his.

The Slytherin common room was No as light as the Gryffindor's. There was a large fireplace, as green lantern near a desk and a couple of candles.

"You'd never know the Weasleys were pure-bloods, the way they behave," Draco said, making Ron's knuckles grip onto the seat tightly. "All of them."

"What's wrong with you, Crabbe?" Draco inquired.

Ron cleared his throat. "Stomach ache."

"You know, I'm surprised that the Daily Prophet hasn't done a report on all these attacks. I suppose Dumbledore is trying to his his all up," Draco continued.

"Father always said that Dumbledore was the worst thing that ever happened to this place."

"You're wrong!" Harry blurted out.

Draco frowned in confusion and stood up from the sofa. "What? You think there's someone here worse than Dumbledore?"

Ron shook his head and Harry looked down.

"Harry Potter?"

"Good on, Goyle," Draco smirked. "You're absolutely right."

"Saint Potter. And people actually think that he's the Heir of Slytherin?"

Ron and Harry shared a look before turning back to Draco.

"But then you must have some idea who's behind it all,"

"You know I don't, Goyle. I told you yesterday," Draco walked over to a table and picked up a small box. "How many times do I have to tell you?"

He shook the box to see what was inside. "Is this yours?"

Harry shooks his head and Draco shrugged before placing it in the pocket of his robe.

"But my father did say this; It's been 50 years since the Chamber was opened. He wouldn't tell me who opened it, only that they were expelled," Draco explained. "The last time the Chamber of Secrete was opened, a Mudblood died... so it's only a matter of time before one of them is killed this time."

"As for me, I hope it's Granger."

This set Ron off and he got off his seat, but Harry stopped him from going near Malfoy so they wouldn't mess up the plan. "What's the matter with you two?"

"You're acting very... odd,"

"It's his stomach ache," Harry turned over to Ron. "Calm down."

Ron went eye wide, looking up and noticing that Harry's scar was appearing back on his forehead. "S-car."

"Hair."

Ron's hair was fading back to his natural red color and they immediately rushed out. Draco looked up from the box he took with a frown on his face.

"Hey, where are you going?"