Meadow rolled her eyes, of course all Malfoy wanted was to say they had a secret together and had become really close.
Chapter Twenty-Six: Deadly Voices
"A promise is a promise, Harry, you said you'd be there," Hermione told him as the two Gryffindors met the Slytherin outside of the Great Hall, and Harry groaned about the great smell of food and candy.
"I know, I know," Harry responded with a grim face. "I just wish I didn't agree to it."
Meadow gave him a bored look, "I know the feeling."
"You get flying lessons out of this! I get nothing," Harry retorted.
"May be so, but I still agreed to come to this depressing event for you well Shane is sick," the blonde girl responded as they walked towards the dungeons. "Where is this place anyways? I could get us there as fast or as slow as you wanted."
"I don't think that's necessary," Hermione responded, "Look, there's lanterns on the walls." She pointed them out, they had candles in them as well.
The tapers and other decorations where far from cheerful, especially when they heard a noise that sounded like nails on a chalkboard, and with every step they took the temperature dropped a degree. Meadow pulled her robes around her tighter and slightly shivered. "Harry what the hell did you get me into?"
"I'm not sure," he responded with wide eyes, the three stopped right in front of the door.
"My dear friends!" Nearly Headless Nick said sadly as he floated over, "I'm so glad you could come." He bowed low and let them inside.
It was an interesting sight for the first years. The room was full of white, translucent ghosts waltzing to musical saws which was being played by an orchestra of ghosts. Their breath shown in the air, it was like they had stepped into the freezer.
"Shall we look around?" Harry said suddenly and shifted on his feet.
Meadow and Hermione nodded, "Just don't walk into anyone though," Meadow tried to joke, but it fell flat as they walked by the horribly dancing ghosts, a group of nuns, a man with chains around him, and many other ghosts. Meadow felt slightly overwhelmed with the amount of pearly-white figures all around.
"Oh no, turn back, I don't want to talk to Moaning Myrtle," Hermione said as she stopped.
"Who?" Harry said as they had turned back around.
"Moaning Myrtle," Hermione repeated.
"Oh Merlin's beard, Harry," Meadow said, "She haunts a toilet on the first floor, nobody goes there anymore because she keeps having fits this year and flooding the bathroom. I would actually like her if I knew what was going on with her this year. We talked a lot last year whenever I needed to get away from people."
"She haunts a toilet?"
"Yes, weren't you paying attention at all?" Meadow snipped back, "Come on, it's horribly gloomy and no one is paying attention to Nick anyways."
As the blonde said that a random ghost's head came spinning out of nowhere past the three. "I hate to agree," Hermione started, "but I second that, I thought it was going to be more interesting and more of an experience thing rather than a book read, but the book was much more informational and better than this…"
The three moved out of the dungeon and into the black decorated hall once again, Meadow only walking through the Fat Friar on accident, she apologized, but being the Head of Hufflepuff, he laughed it off with a smile, and bid the Slytherin and two Gryffindor's goodbye. However, on top of being hungry, Meadow was freezing after walking through the Fat Friar, and then Harry just took off running.
"Harry, what're you doing?" Hermione called after him, she looked at Meadow and the two bolted after him.
"This way!" Harry shouted as he ran up the stairs.
Meadow gasped, "I think he's gone mental." And Hermione nodded, and then Meadow stopped short. He told her about a voice he heard, and Lockhart didn't hear it.
"Meadow? What are you doing?" the other girl asked as she pulled Meadow into a run again. They had followed him to the second floor, and Hermione screamed.
That pulled Harry and Meadow out of their trance from running around. It was shining on the wall, red, capital letters were dripping, as if it had just been painted.
THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED. ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE.
Meadow eyes widened, "What's underneath it?"
As the slowly got closer, Harry nearly fell into a large puddle on the floor, but he caught himself. Three pairs of eyes looked at the small dark shadow beneath the message, and they leapt back as they realized it was Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat. She was hanging by her tail under a torch, and she was stiff, one front paw was lifted up and one back paw also was crunched up, like she had been stalking something. Her yellow eyes were wide and staring, not moving.
Meadow let out a small, muffled scream into her robe as she stepped back again, but she slipped and fell into the puddle of water, almost directly in front of the cat. "We shouldn't be here," She said in a small voice as she continued to sit in the puddle.
However, it was too late, the feast just ended and students poured into the hallway from either end. As the students became closer, the ones in the front stopped as they saw the cat hanging. Leaving Harry and Hermione standing, and Meadow sitting in the front of the half circle created.
"Enemies of the Heir, beware!" A voice shouted, "You'll be next, Mudbloods!" Malfoy pushed to the front of the crowd, his silver eyes danced, and his face was flushed with color. He smirked at the slight of Mrs. Norris hanging.
"Oh shut it, Malfoy!" Meadow called from her sitting position on the floor, there was no way she was going to get up now and have it look like she peed herself.
Attracted to the shouted in the hall, Argus Filch arrived, and students made a pathway for him. His eyes landed on Mrs. Norris and he stumbled back, "My cat! What happened to her!" He was horrified, looking around he met Harry's eyes, "You!" He almost jumped Harry right then as he came up and grabbed Harry by the collar, "You've murdered my cat! You killed her! I'll kill you! I'll-"
"Argus!" Dumbledore was to the rescue, Meadow though as most of the Professors had arrived on the scene. Dumbledore, however, swept past Harry, Hermione, and Meadow to detach Mrs. Norris from the torch bracket. "The rest of you are dismissed. However, Miss Snape, Miss Granger, and Mr. Potter will remain here."
Meadow caught Ronald Weasley's eyes and he made a cutting motion over his neck with a finger, it was hardly terrifying, and Meadow rolled her eyes. "My office is nearest, Headmaster, please feel free—"
"Thank you, Gilderoy, however that won't be necessary," Dumbledore responded as he looked at all the students who were heading off of the second floor corridor.
The DADA professor took one look at Mrs. Norris, "It was definitely a curse that killed her, probably the Transmogrifian Torture—so unlucky I wasn't there, I know the very countercurse that would have saved her…" He muttered to Filch, who had slumped in a chair that Professor McGonagall had conjured.
Filch had started to sob, they were dry and loud, it was like he was crying, but was too horrified and off guard to find the tears for her. Meadow crawled over to him, hesitantly, she put a hand on his knee, "Mr. Filch, I have a cat as well… I couldn't imagine the pain you are going through. How long have you had her?"
He looked at her, surprised that a student would try and comfort him, before he replied, "For 17 years." And he started to sob again.
Meadow looked helpless around, wasn't anyone going to try to help him? Her eyes caught her fathers, who swiftly picked her up by the back of her robes and dried her off. He bent down and whispered, "They are inspecting her."
Meadow frowned and lowered her eyes as Lockhart continued on with the number of murders he prevented with simple countercurses, which wasn't possible, once someone was dead, they died. Unless healers revive them, there are no charms, spells, or counter-anything that would prevent death from taking what's his.
"She's not dead, Argus," Dumbledore said as he straightened up.
"No dead?" he choked, looking at his cat through his fingers. "Why is she all—stiff and frozen?"
"She has been Petrified," the headmaster replied, "How, I cannot say…"
"Ask him!" Filch shrieked pointed a finger at Harry.
Dumbledore cleared his throat, "No second year could have done this, it would take the most advanced Dark Magic-"
"He did it!" Filch spat, his face turning purple, "You saw what he wrote on the wall! He found—in my office—he knows I'm a—I'm a—" Filch's face looked like he was fighting himself before he burst out "He knows I'm a Squib!"
"I never touched Mrs. Norris!" Harry said loudly, and all eyes turned on him, "I don't even know what a Squib is."
"Rubbish!" Filch protested.
Meadow kicked her father's leg, and he winced slightly, "If I might speak, Headmaster; I'd say Potter and his friends were simply in the wrong place as the wrong time."
"Of course you'd say that, Professor!" Filch snarled, "That is your daughter who was also caught at the scene of a crime!"
"Well excuse me for being in a hallway," Meadow snapped, "Do you see any red paint—or blood—on our hands Mr. Filch?" As the adults looked at Meadow's outstretched hands, Harry and Hermione quickly did the same. "I didn't think so."
Dumbledore cleared his throat again, "So why weren't you at the feast?"
Harry launched into an explanation about the deathday party, and he finished lamely, "… there were hundreds of ghosts, they'll tell you we were there…"
"But why not join the feast afterward?" Professor Snape asked.
Meadow jumped in before the two Gryffindors could make a fool of themselves. "Because, we wanted to see what the floors looked like empty, there's always someone wandering around. With everyone at the feast, it would be garneted that no one would be around. But then we walked into this huge puddle—it practically covers the whole corridor—and we went to investigate, that's how we found that message and Mrs. Norris."
"You didn't want any supper?" her father asked, "I didn't think ghosts provided food fit for living people."
Meadow blushed slightly, Fred and George had shown her the kitchens once if she ever missed a meal (which was quite likely since she never noticed how hungry she would become when she was researching for homework), "There's always the kitchens, I stumbled upon it when I was little, Professor. We were thinking about grabbing a bit before we went off to bed."
"I suggest that Potter is not being entirely truthful," Professor Snape said, barely acknowledging that Meadow had spoken, "It might be a good idea if he was deprived of certain privileges until he is ready to tell us the full story without having a Slytherin cover up for him. I personally feel he should be taken off the Gryffindor Quidditch team until he is ready to be honest."
"Really, Severus," Professor McGonagall said sharply, "I see no reason for any sort of punishment at all, and if there was, your student would have the same since she is being as honest as you claim Potter to be. There is no evidence that Potter has done anything wrong, and Mrs. Norris clearly was not hit on the head with a broomstick."
"Innocent until proven guilty," Dumbledore agreed. Professor Snape and Filch looked furious.
"My cat has been Petrified!" Filch shrieked, and Meadow thought his eyes were going to pop out, "I want to see some punishment!"
"We will be able to cure her," the headmaster said patiently, "Professor Sprout recently managed to procure some Mandrakes. As soon as they reach their full size, I will have a potion made to revive Mrs. Norris."
"I'll make it," Lockhart butted in and Meadow suppressed a groan. "I must have done it a hundred times. I could whip it up in my sleep—"
Professor Snape's hand squeezed Meadow's shoulder as he remarked, "Excuse me, but I do believe I am the current Potions master at this school."
Meadow tried to hide her snort with a cough, as there was a very awkward pause. "You may go," Professor Dumbledore said to the three students. And Harry and Hermione glanced at Meadow as she had to go the opposite way for her common room.
"I'll see you in the morning," Meadow called with an encouraging smile as she waved for the two Gryffindors to leave, Severus was still holding Meadow's shoulder.
Once the two disappeared to the Grand Staircase, her father turned to her, "Now, what were you actually doing up here?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, Professor, we were simply wandering the hallways," Meadow said without blinking.
"Oh stop it, Severus," Professor McGonagall cut in, "It's nearly midnight, if you must, interrogate her in the morning. We have other things to worry about on why those three were here instead of at the feast."
Her father sneered, but sent her off anyways. Meadow walked as fast as she could without being yelled at for running. Soon she found herself in the Slytherin Common Room where she was battered for answers to many questions. Without answering any of them, Meadow raced up to her room, where she found Daphne waiting for her.
"I don't know what has been your deal with me lately," Meadow started, "But it's getting really annoying. I didn't even want to go in the stupid car, Harry basically forced me to. I didn't ask to be put on the Quidditch team, I tried out for it, I'm sorry that Terry didn't make it, but that's not my decision, that was Pucey's decision. Why I was with Harry and Hermione and not at the feast was because of that stupid deathday party for their house ghost. We were caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. I had nothing to do with that message written on the wall, and if I did… well I wouldn't have done that because I don't have a sick sense of humor."
"Oh shut it already," the brunette responded and pulled her in for a hug. "I'm sorry about holding a grudge on you, it just makes me a bit jealous when you spend a lot of time with them and not your friends over in the house you were actually put into."
Meadow relaxed into the hug, "I'm sorry about being with them a lot… You know how they are, always getting into trouble."
Daphne laughed, "That doesn't mean you have to be pulled along for the ride."
"Actually, I do," Meadow pointed out as the two separated, "It's my job to educate them on their mischief."
"And what about Granger?" the other girl pointed out.
"She's smart and all… but doesn't always think about why something could be logical or not. Puzzles are my area. Knowledge is hers," Meadow smiled. "Come on, I just want a nice warm bed to sleep on."
Daphne laughed, and the two changed into their pajamas, Meadow's was an old shirt of Shane's with plaid shorts, and Daphne wore a silk nightgown. The girl once told Meadow that her mum always made her wear them so she'd be comfortable for future use. The two had blushed and giggled at that thought, they were only twelve, and they had awhile before either thought about a boyfriend.
The next few days, the whole school had nothing better to talk about other than the attack on Mrs. Norris, the stares and whispers had grown to Meadow and Hermione as well as Harry. Shane had to be filled in since he had been going through his transformation. Meadow saw Filch trying to scrub the message off the wall with Mrs. Skower's All-Purpose Magical Mess Remover, but it had no effect; and the words still gleamed as bright as ever. When Filch was guarding the message, or as he perfered to call it, the scene of the crime, he was skulking red-eyed through corridors trying to give students detention for breaking loudly or looking happy.
Adella had come up to Meadow once and inquired about what was going on, she seemed disturbed by the cat's fate. "If it makes you feel any better, Mrs. Norris just finds enjoyment of getting students into trouble. It's not like it's any different with her or without her," Meadow said once to Adella and she blanched. "They'll catch whoever did this to her, and Professor Sprout had Mandrakes growing, once their fully grown, Professor Snape will brew the potion and wallah, Mrs. Norris is just fine."
The redhead nodded, she was still upset by the attack, but it affected some more than others, for example, Hermione was doing so much research in the library, she didn't even tell Harry, Shane, or Meadow what she was up to. When they'd ask all she'd say was something like "Oh- it's- oh!" And then she'd run off again, like she had thought about something else. The youngest Weasley had been affected more like Adella, the twins told her that Ginny was a big cat lover. And Meadow suggested Adella to talk to Ginny, maybe those two would figure out a plan to avenge Mrs. Norris' Petrified, living, body.
Meadow on the other hand, it somewhat affected her, but seeing her mother be just as lifeless, but dead weight instead of stiff, had been torn between feeling sorry for the cat or not. She played with the locket she had gotten for her fifth Christmas, her mother had the same one, but with two less charms and a picture of Meadow and her father instead. She would also been seen in the library, but instead of looking for what the Chamber of Secrets was, she was trying to find out why there was a Chamber of Secrets. It was well known that the Chamber was for Slytherin's house, Malfoy had made that extremely obvious when he said "You'll be next, Mudbloods."
He had become increasingly annoying to Meadow, he never left her alone, he said his father was the one who started this, but how, he didn't say. Meadow had told him multiple times she didn't care what his father did, he was vicious for even thinking about doing this to a school full of underage wizards. After that, Malfoy sneered at her, replying that her so-called father isn't what he seems either.
Meadow pushed the thought away as she looked into Salazar Slytherin's history. She had asked for Madame Pince's assistance, whom responded that all the copies of Hogwarts, A History have been taken out and there was a two-week waiting list. Meadow responded she just wanted a book on the founder's past, which the library obliged and pointed her in the direction towards the restricted section, it was the last book on left, which sat on the second self, facing away from locked gates. As Meadow picked it up and found an empty table she started to read.
"...Salazar Slytherin had a known hatred for Muggle-born witches and wizards, he wished to be more selective with who was able to be allowed to come to Hogwarts, due to Salazar believing Muggle-borns to be untrustworthy. However, Godric Gryffindor, Rowana Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff did not agree with Salazar, the three overpowered the lone wizard, so he created a secret chamber within the school. It was said that only his true heirs could be allowed in, it is unknown where it is located or how to get into the chamber. Salazar Slytherin, after creating the chamber, and making his own house more selective to blood-types disappeared to never be seen again. It is said in the chamber it holds a monster, however, since the chamber has gone undetected, no one alive knows what's in it…"
The bell rang, and Meadow jumped up, she had Potions in five minutes. She went to go check out the book from Madame Pince, but she was nowhere to be seen. Hastily, Meadow wrote the librarian a note saying she'd be back after class to officially check out The History of the Founders by some witch she had never heard of before. She took the book and dashed off to the dungeons, where she barely made it in time when the second bell rang for class to start.
Professor Snape raised an eyebrow at his daughter before he started class. They would be moving on to another lecture on Sleeping Draught, the potion for dreamless sleep. The effects of taking it, and side-effects for taking it too long, and how to brew it. Meadow, although found potions very interesting, could not keep her mind off of Salazar Slytherin and the Chamber. Her father had noticed that Meadow wasn't taking careful notes and called on her, only for Meadow to look up at him with blank eyes.
"What was the question?" She asked him, and a few of the other Slytherins coughed to cover their amusement.
"What is the side-effects from taking the Sleeping Draught for long periods of time?" Professor Snape asked, her voice was harsh.
"One side-effect of the draught is that one would become addicted to it, another effect—it varies on the person—but it could also easily drive one mad, how, the book never specifies. A different effect, one which I could easily see being the most common effect, is that once you stop taking the draught after a long period of time, is one's dreams would become more vivid and real-like, where the taker can no longer tell the difference between dreams and reality," Meadow replied as she slipped her head off of her hand. "There's been four known cases where a person has died in their sleep due to the vivid dreams, they were in St. Mungo's at the time due to a family member or friend turning them in for taking the dreamless potion for too long."
"Exactly, however," the professor raised an eyebrow, "Two points will be taken away due to not paying attention—" The class groaned, "But due to your very in depth response, which included the number of cases where death has resulted, ten points will be awarded." He made is way over to her desk and she frowned slightly, "If I catch you not paying attention in any class, you will be receiving a weeks worth of detention, where you will be scrubbing the potions room with no magic."
There was a few students—Meadow could guess which ones—who did that stupid "Oooh!" thing, whenever someone would get in trouble. Meadow looked up at her father without batting an eye, "Thank you for your concern about my schooling, Sir, but as you can tell by my grades, I don't need any help focusing. If you would give me detention for a week, that would simply be taking time away from my much needed studying."
Professor Snape leaned forward, trying to look into her mind, but Meadow wasn't having it, she wasn't looking at him anymore. "Class is dismissed," he growled, before he stormed into his privet rooms.
Daphne looked after their head of house, "What did you do that for?"
"Are you serious right now? I know everything about what's going on in every class, I know so much, I know exactly what any Professor is going to talk about in their next class," Meadow threw her a look. "The last thing I need is for my father to be breathing down my throat about what I do with my spare time."
"Daph, relax," Terry spoke up as they walked out of the dungeon, "Do you want your parents owling you about how you should spend your whole school career with your nose shoved down a book?"
The brunette frown, "No, I guess not."
"And Meadow has her own parent here, what if they came to visit or live here with us? Do you really want your mother harping on you do jump into the library and never come out?" Theo added.
"Okay! You made your point," Daphne responded as the four shouldered their way through the crowd in the hallway.
Meadow caught sight of Harry, Shane, and Hermione, "I'll catch up later!" Without waiting for a response, Meadow caught up to the three Gryffindors. "So. What's happened now?"
"Everyone thinks I'm the Heir of Slytherin," Harry told her as she was filled in on the whole Justin Finch-Fetchley thing as well as one of the first years getting cut off as he said a boy in his class has been saying that Harry's the— and was cut off.
"Oh please, all because Filch blamed you for being in the wrong place at the wrong time?" Meadow said, as they climbed the next staircase and people had thinned out.
"Apparently," Harry grunted.
Shane switched topics, "Do you really think there's a Chamber of Secrets, Hermione?"
"I'm not sure," the bushy haired girl frowned, "It seems like whatever attacked Mrs. Norris isn't human, I mean, how many wizards, let alone students, know enough Dark Magic to Petrify a living being?"
"It makes sense, if it were human why would only Harry be able to hear it but no one else?" Meadow pointed out as they walked into the same corridor that the attack had been in. Usually Filch was breathing down anyone's neck who had the guts to go down the hall. It was just like the night of the attack before, except a new message was written and no cat was hanging from a torch. "The Chamber of Secrets has been Opened," Meadow read the message aloud and looked around, but no one was except for those four.
"It can't hurt to poke around, could it?" Harry said as he dropped his bag and looked around on the ground. "Scorch marks!" He exclaimed and Meadow went to look, "Here— and here."
"Come look at this!" Hermione said, "This is funny…"
Meadow and Harry got up and walked over by the Gryffindor girl, about twenty spiders were fighting to get through a small crack in the wall, Shane came over to look at the spiders as well, he breathed in deeply, "They're scared," He muttered and Meadow gave him a look.
"What are you four doing?" They're heads snapped around to look at the redhead. It was Ron Weasley.
"Nothing much, just watching some spiders fight," Meadow replied with a shrug, and Weasley froze. "What? You're scared of spiders?"
The boy nodded and Hermione jumped in to relieve some tension, "I never knew that. You handled spiders loads of times in Potions…"
"When their dead I don't mind them, I prefer them that way," Weasley replied, his face was blotched, and he was not looking at the window. "I just don't like the way they move…" He shifted uncomfortably.
"It's not funny!" Weasley snapped.
"Just a little bit," Shane said with a small smile, "Why don't you like them?"
"Well if you must know," Weasley responded with a grimness, "When I was three, Fred turned my—teddy bear into a great big filthy spider because I took his toy broomstick… (Meadow snickered, she could see the twins do something like that) Hey! You wouldn't like them either if you'd been holding your bear and suddenly it had too many legs and…" he shuddered.
Harry changed the subject before anyone could break into a fight, "Where did all that water come from?"
"From this door," Meadow pointed to it.
"Oh great, of course you guys listen to her," Weasley grunted.
"Hey, if you don't like her, get away," Shane stepped in, "I'm not dealing with this today. Besides, we're a bit busy."
"Oh no, if you guys are getting into trouble, I want to know what's this all about," Weasley said and stayed put.
"Fine, but insult me one more time, I'll make you puke slugs again," Meadow threatened as she pointed her wand at him.
"Not going to run and tell Daddy on me, are you?" He bit out.
"I've never told Snape anything apart from last year during winter break when I couldn't be found for hours on end," Meadow replied a bit on the hostile side as she pushed through the door.
"What?" Shane's voice asked.
"We can't go in there, it's a girls' toilet," Weasley said.
"Oh please, there won't be anyone in there," Hermione replied as she opened the door, "It's Moaning Myrtle's bathroom."
She ignored the large OUT OF ORDER sign, the bathroom was very gloomy and depressing. Meadow watched the reactions on the boy's faces as they walked in. As they glanced around they noticed the circle of cracked sinks under multiple mirrors that were missing pieces and molding. The floor was damp, which reflected the small amount of light which was given off by stubs of candles. There were wooden doors to the stalls that had paint flaking off as well as large scratches on them, and one of them was dangling off its hinges.
Meadow had walked towards the end stall, "Hello, Myrtle, how are you my dear?"
"I'm fine," the ghost responded and looked over to the small gang of boys plus Hermione. "This is a girls' bathroom," she said eyeing Harry, Shane, and Weasley, "They're not girls."
"No," Hermione agreed quickly. "We just wanted to show them how—er—nice it is in here."
"Myrtle," Meadow said, getting the ghost's attention again, "Did you see anything the night Mrs. Norris was attacked?"
Myrtle became suddenly excited, "Oh yes. I did, I heard it again—What are you whispering over there?" Myrtle yelled, as she caught Weasley mutter something to Harry and Shane (who in Meadow's opinion, looked vivid). "I do having feelings, you know, even if I am dead—"
"Myrtle, please! No one wanted to upset you," Hermione tried to calm the ghost, but it just made things worse.
"No one wants to upset me! That's a good one!" Moaning Myrtle howled, "As if my life wasn't nothing but misery in the place, now people are coming to ruin my death as well!"
"We just wanted to know if you saw anything the night of Halloween!" Meadow rushed.
"Did you see anyone hear here that night?" Harry said, and Myrtle looked at him.
"Harry Potter," she stated, ("Yes?") "I wasn't paying attention. Peeves upset me so much I came in try and kill myself, and then I remember… I'm already dead!"
Myrtle gave a dramatic sob as she rose up in the air, did a flip, and dived head first into the toilet. She splashed water all over the five and vanished from sight, but her sobs stated she was somewhere in the U-bend resting.
"Honestly, that was almost cheerful for Myrtle," Hermione said with a small pause, "Come on, let's go."
Meadow rolled her eyes as the boys decided to leave first. "RONALD WEASLEY!" The five jumped as Percy Weasley had stopped dead at the head of the stairs, his perfect badge gleaming, and his face full of surprise and anger. "That's a girls' bathroom!"
"We were just looking around for clues," The younger Weasley brother shrugged, and never in Meadow's life did she ever think anyone could puff up so much without exploding.
"Don't you care at all what this looks like? It's bad enough people think Harry's the Heir of Slytherin as well as Hermione, Shane, and Miss Snape being in trouble for getting caught that night Filch's cat was attacked!" Percy said waving his arms to make the five move away from the girls' lavatory.
"Hey!" Shane yelled, "I wasn't even there!"
"But you are associated with Harry!" Percy replied without batting an eye.
"Why shouldn't we be here?" Weasley asked, his knickers getting in a twist. "Harry or Hermione never laid a finger on that cat!"
"That's exactly what I told Ginny," said Percy fiercely, and glanced at Meadow, she was the only Slytherin who was there and accused of the attack and now the Chamber of Secrets had been opened. And according to myth, the Chamber was Salazar Slytherin's creation. "But she still seems to think Harry is going to be expelled, or start attacking people! I've never seen her so upset, crying her eyes out, you might at least want to think of her!"
"Since when do you care about Ginny!" Weasley fought back, his ears were slightly pink. "You're just worried I'm going to mess up your chances of being Head Boy—"
"Five points from Gryffindor!" Percy roared, pointing to his prefect badge, "I hope that teaches you a lesson! No more detective work, or I'll write Mum and she'll have no problem bringing you home after the car!" He stomped off, the back of his neck just as red as the younger Weasley's ears.
"Honestly," Meadow said as soon as he was out of sight, "Are the twins the only ones with a sense of humor?"
Weasley just glared at her as he too stocked off, just in the opposite direction.
Meadow walked into an empty classroom, "Who could it be? Who would want to frighten all the Squibs and Muggle-borns out of Hogwarts?"
Shane gave her a pointed look, and said in mock puzzlement, "Let's think, who do we know who thinks Muggle-borns are scum?"
"If you're talking about Malfoy—"
"Of course I am!" Shane replied, looking at Hermione who was looking at him unconvinced. "You heard him—'You'll be next, Mudbloods!'—oh come on, you've only got to look at his foul—"
"Seriously, Shane," Meadow said, cutting him off, she rolled her black eyes, "Malfoy, the Heir of Slytherin? He's just no more than a big pain in everyones' arses."
"Look at his family," Harry said, speaking up, "The whole lot of them have been Slytherin; he's always boasting about it. They could easily be Slytherin's descendants. There is something wrong with his father anyways, he's way too evil to just be a normal wizard."
"Oh please," Meadow retorted, "As much as I dislike Malfoy, myself, I'd never honestly believe he's the Heir of Slytherin; yes, I realize his father is not the most pleasant man, but it's got a lot to do with his whole family's thing against Muggle-borns."
"They could've had the key to the Chamber of Secrets for centuries! Handing it down as the next one is in school," Shane continued as if he didn't hear Meadow.
Hermione glanced at Meadow, and cautiously said, "I suppose it's possible… Have you heard anything?"
Meadow shook her head, "No, honestly, Malfoy is just boasting because his father is high up in the Ministry. It's quite annoying after awhile."
"How can we prove that Malfoy is or isn't the Heir?"
"There might be a way," Hermione said, dropping her voice lower as she looked at the door. "Of course, it would be difficult, and we'd be breaking about fifty school rules—"
Meadow's eyes became bigger, "No, you're not thinking about—"
"That's exactly what I'm thinking about," Hermione replied as she looked into her Slytherin friend's eyes.
"Do you realize how dangerous that is?"
"Of course I do! And it would be breaking—"
"So many school rules," Harry butted in, "We get it, but what are you two blabbering on about?"
"You three need a new identity to be able to get into the Slytherin common room, I can easily get you in, but you can't be Gryffindors," Meadow replied.
"That's impossible, I'll be recognized from a mile away," Harry said. "How would we do it anyways?"
"Polyjuice Potion," Meadow said.
"What's that?" The two boys said together and the girls exchanged a glance where Meadow rolled her eyes.
"Snape mentioned it in class a few weeks ago—"
"Seriously, Hermione, do you think we have anything better to do in class than listen to him?" Harry asked, "No offense, Doe."
"Non-taken, I seem to daydream as well," She replied, "But it transforms your body into someone else's. It lasts for about an hour. No one would know it'd be you, you'd just have to knock a couple people out."
"It sounds a bit dodgy," Shane said with a frown, "What if we're stuck like that?"
"It wears off in an hour," Hermione said blinking, was he listening at all? "Getting ahold of the book will be rather difficult—"
"As well as the ingredients, you know my father," Meadow butted in.
"Anyways, Snape said it was in a book called Moste Potente Potions, its bound to be in the Restricted Section of the library," Hermione continued.
"Oh, trust me," Meadow said and three pairs of eyes were on her, "It's in the Restricted Section. I've read most of the potions books Madame Pince keeps in the front and there's nothing remotely close to that book, but I'll check again before we find a professor so thick to think we'd want it for educational purposes."
For there was only one way to get a book from the Restricted Section: You needed a signed note of permission from a teacher.