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"Harry! Harry! Over here!"
Harry looked up and saw Hermione Granger standing at the top of the white flight of steps to Gringotts. She ran down to meet them, her bushy brown hair flying behind her.
"What happened to your glasses? Hello, Hagrid - Oh, it's wonderful to see you two again - Are you coming into Gringotts, Harry?"
Hagrid: Hello, Hermione!
Hermione: Oh, it’s so good to see you!
Harry: Well, it’s great to see you, too!
Hermione: What did you do to your glasses? Oculus reparo.
Harry: I definitely need to remember that one.
Hagrid: You’ll be all right now then, Harry? Right. I’ll leave you to it, then.
Hermione: Ok! Bye!
Harry: Thank you. Bye.
Hermione: Come on! Everyone’s been so worried.
"We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy," he said.
"Clearly," said Mr. Malfoy, his pale eyes straying to Mr. and Mrs. Granger, who were watching apprehensively.
Harry: Voldemort killed my parents. He was nothing more than a murderer.
Lucius Malfoy: Hmm. You must be very brave, to mention his name...or very foolish.
Hermione: Fear of a name only increase fear of the thing itself.
Lucius Malfoy: And you must be... Miss Granger. Yes, Draco’s told me all about you, and your parents. Muggles, aren’t they?
"Malfoy called Hermione something - it must've been really bad, because everyone went wild."
"It was bad," said Ron hoarsely, emerging over the tabletop looking pale and sweaty. "Malfoy called her `Mudblood,' Hagrid -"
Ron dived out of sight again as a fresh wave of slugs made their appearance. Hagrid looked outraged.
"He didn'!" he growled at Hermione.
"He did," she said. "But I don't know what it means. I could tell it was really rude, of course -"
"It's about the most insulting thing he could think of," gasped Ron, coming back up. "Mudblood's a really foul name for someone who is Muggle-born - you know, non-magic parents. There are some wizards - like Malfoy's family - who think they're better than everyone else because they're what people call pureblood."
He gave a small burp, and a single slug fell into his outstretched hand. He threw it into the basin and continued, "I mean, the rest of us know it doesn't make any difference at all. Look at Neville Longbottom - he's pure-blood and he can hardly stand a cauldron the right way up."
"An' they haven't invented a spell our Hermione can' do," said Hagrid proudly, making Hermione go a brilliant shade of magenta.
Hermione: He called me a Mudblood.
Hagrid: He did not!
Harry: What’s a Mudblood?
Hermione: It means “dirty blood.” Mudblood’s a really foul name for someone who is Muggle-born. Someone with non-magic parents. Someone like me. It’s not a term one usually hears in civilized conversation.
Hagrid: See, the thing is, Harry, there’re some wizards, like the Malfoy family, who think they’re better’n everyone else because they’re what people call “pure blood.”
Harry: That’s horrible!
Ron: (Blech...) It’s disgusting.
Hagrid: And it’s codswallop, to boot. “Dirty blood.” Why, there isn’t a wizard alive today that’s not half blood or less. More ter the point, they’ve yet to think of a spell that our Hermione can’ do. Come here... Don’t you think on it, Hermione. Don’t you think on it for one minute... eh?
The chatter, the bustle, the noise died suddenly as the people in front spotted the hanging cat. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood alone, in the middle of the corridor, as silence fell among the mass of students pressing forward to see the grisly sight.
Then someone shouted through the quiet. "Enemies of the Heir, beware! You'll be next, Mudbloods!"
It was Draco Malfoy. He had pushed to the front of the crowd, his cold eyes alive, his usually bloodless face flushed, as he grinned at the sight of the hanging, immobile cat.
Ron: I don’t like spiders... What’s that?
Hermione: ‘The Chamber of Secrets has been opened... enemies the heir... beware.’ It’s written in blood.
Harry: Oh, no... It’s Filch’s cat. It’s Mrs. Norris.
Others: (mumble, mumble) Ahhh! What’s that?
Madame Pomfrey: Oh!
Draco: ‘Enemies of the heir beware!’ You’ll be next, Mudbloods!
"Please, sir, don't legends always have a basis in fact?"
Professor Binns was looking at her in such amazement, Harry was sure no student had ever interrupted him before, alive or dead.
"Well," said Professor Binns slowly, "yes, one could argue that, I suppose."
He peered at Hermione as though he had never seen a student properly before.
"However, the legend of which you speak is such a very sensational, even ludicrous tale -"
But the whole class was now hanging on Professor Binns's every word. He looked dimly at them all, every face turned to his. Harry could tell he was completely thrown by such an unusual show of interest.
"Oh, very well," he said slowly. "Let me see ... the Chamber of Secrets ...
Professor McGonagall: Well, naturally, the school had been searched many times. No such chamber has been found.
Hermione: Professor? What exactly does legend tell us lies within the Chamber?
Professor McGonagall: Well, the Chamber is said to home to something that only the Heir of Slytherin can control. It is said to be the home of a monster.
"D'you really think there's a Chamber of Secrets?"
"I don't know," she said, frowning. "Dumbledore couldn't cure Mrs. Norris, and that makes me think that whatever attacked her might not be - well - human."
As she spoke, they turned a corner and found themselves at the end of the very corridor where the attack had happened. They stopped and looked. The scene was just as it had been that night, except that there was no stiff cat hanging from the torch bracket, and an empty chair stood against the wall bearing the message "The Chamber of Secrets has been Opened."
Hermione: The Heir of Slytherin has returned to Hogwarts. The question is, who is it?
Ron: Let’s think. Who do we know who thinks all Muggle-borns are scum?
Hermione: If you’re talking about Malfoy-
Ron: Of course. You heard him! ‘You’ll be next Mudbloods,’
Hermione: I heard him. But Malfoy, the Heir of Slytherin?
Harry: Well, maybe Ron’s right, Hermione. I mean, look at his family. The whole lot of them have been in Slytherin for centuries.
Ron: Crabbe and Goyle must know. Maybe we could trick them into telling.
Hermione: Even they aren’t that thick. But there might be another way. Mind you, it would be difficult. Not to mention, we would be breaking about fifty school rules. And, it’ll be dangerous. Very dangerous.
With a splattering thud he hit the mud and rolled off his broom. His arm was hanging at a very strange angle; riddled with pain, he heard, as though from a distance, a good deal of whistling and shouting. He focused on the Snitch clutched in his good hand.
"Aha," he said vaguely. "We've won."
And he fainted.
He came around, rain falling on his face, still lying on the field, with someone leaning over him. He saw a glitter of teeth.
"Oh, no, not you," he moaned.
"Doesn't know what he's saying," said Lockhart loudly to the anxious crowd of Gryffindors pressing around them. "Not to worry, Harry. I'm about to fix your arm."
Hermione: No! Even with a proper wand it’s too risky. You could hit Harry!
Draci: Training for the ballet, Potter? You’ll never catch me, Potter!
Hermione: Let’s go.
Lee Jordan: Harry Potter has caught the Snitch! Gryffindor wins!
Hermione: Finite incantatem!
Harry: Thank you.
Hermione: Are you okay?
Harry: No, I think my- I think my arm’s broken.
Professor Lockhart: Not to worry, Harry. I will
"Anyone can make a mistake," said Hermione. "And it doesn't hurt anymore, does it, Harry?"
"No," said Harry, getting into bed. "But it doesn't do anything else either."
As he swung himself onto the bed, his arm flapped pointlessly.
Hermione and Madam Pomfrey came around the curtain. Madam Pomfrey was holding a large bottle of something labeled Skele-Gro.
"You're in for a rough night," she said, pouring out a steaming beakerful and handing it to him. "Regrowing bones is a nasty business.
Hermione: You will be able to, won’t you?
Madame Pomfrey: Oh, I’ll be able to, certainly. But it’ll be painful. You’re in for a rough night, Potter. Regrowing bones is a nasty business.
Madame Pomfrey: Well, what do you expect? Pumpkin juice?
"It's me," he said, closing the door behind him. There was a clunk, a splash, and a gasp from within the stall and he saw Hermione's eye peering through the keyhole.
`Harry!" she said. "You gave us such a fright - come in how's your arm?"
"Fine," said Harry, squeezing into the stall. An old cauldron was perched on the toilet, and a crackling from under the rim told Harry they had lit a fire beneath it. Conjuring up portable, waterproof fires was a speciality of Hermione's.
[...] "There's something else," said Harry, watching Hermione tearing bundles of knotgrass and throwing them into the potion. "Dobby came to visit me in the middle of the night."
Ron and Hermione looked up, amazed. Harry told them everything Dobby had told him - or hadn't told him. Hermione and Ron listened with their mouths open.
"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened before?" Hermione said.
Ron: Of course. Don’t you see? Lucius Malfoy must have opened it when he was at school here. And now he’s taught Draco how to do it.
Hermione: Maybe. We’ll have to wait for the Polyjuice Potion to know for sure.
Harry checked his face in the cracked mirror. He was back to normal. He put his glasses on as Ron hammered on the door of Hermione's stall.
"Hermione, come out, we've got loads to tell you -"
"Go away!" Hermione squeaked.
Harry and Ron looked at each other.
"What's the matter?" said Ron. "You must be back to normal by now, we are”
But Moaning Myrtle glided suddenly through the stall door. Harry had never seen her looking so happy.
"Ooooooh, wait till you see," she said. "It's awful-"
They heard the lock slide back and Hermione emerged, sobbing, her robes pulled up over her head.
Hermione: Go away!
Moaning Myrtle: Ahh! Wait till you see. It’s awful! He- ha, ha, he- hee!
Harry: Hermione? A- are you OK?
Moaning Myrtle: Aaah!
Hermione: Do you remember me telling you that the Polyjuice Potion was only for human transformations? It was cat’s hair I plucked off Millicent Bulstrode’s robes. Look at my face.
Harry recognized her as the Ravenclaw they'd accidentally asked for directions to the Slytherin common room. And on the bed next to her was
"Hermione!" Ron groaned.
Hermione lay utterly still, her eyes open and glassy.
"They were found near the library," said Professor McGonagall. "I don't suppose either of you can explain this? It was on the floor next to them ......
She was holding up a small, circular mirror.
Harry and Ron shook their heads, both staring at Hermione.
Professor McGonagall: I warn you, this could be a wee bit of a shock.
Professor McGonagall: She was found near the Library, along with this. Does it mean anything to either of you?
But Harry wasn't looking at Hermione's face. He was more interested in her right hand. It lay clenched on top of her blankets, and bending closer, he saw that a piece of paper was scrunched inside her fist.
"Right," said Harry weakly. "Well, I’d better go. There's a feast, and my friend Hermione should be awake by now…"
Dobby threw his arms around Harry's middle and hugged him.
"Harry Potter is greater by far than Dobby knew!" he sobbed. "Farewell, Harry Potter!"
And with a final loud crack, Dobby disappeared.
Harry had been to several Hogwarts feasts, but never one quite like this.
Everybody was in their pajamas, and the celebration lasted all night. Harry didn't know whether the best bit was Hermione running toward him, screaming "You solved it! You solved it!"
Ron: Uhh-um... Welcome back, Hermione.
Hermione: It’s good to be back! Congratulations! I can’t believe you solved it!
Harry: Well, we had loads of help from you. We couldn’t have done it without you.
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