"Bloody hell, he's not kidding. He could fly well." You gasped as you watched Draco flying around trying to catch the Snitch. You were all watching Quidditch and watched as Harry and Draco chased after the Golden Snitch. You tried your best to keep your eyes on them.

Suddenly, you witnessed Draco jumped out from his broom and crashing on the ground, rolling in the field. He finally stopped and lay down on the field, wincing in pain. You were ready to leave and come get him but you stopped yourself. The game wasn't finished. You sighed until you saw Lucius Malfoy watching his son in disappointment. 'Can't he see that his son did his best?'

Then you watched Harry trying to catch the Golden Snitch when a Bludger hit his arm. Harry screamed in pain but proceeded to try and catch the Golden Snitch. He raised his other arm and finally got it but he landed harshly on the ground.

"Let's go," Hermione whispered. You and Ron nodded and quickly ran towards Harry with Hagrid. You glanced at Draco who was already gone, probably being taken care of by Madam Pomfrey.

"Harry Potter has caught the Golden Snitch!" The announcer gleefully declared. "Gryffindor wins!"

Harry smiled but his smile disappeared when he noticed the Bludger coming towards his face. He dodged it several times.

"Finite Incantatem!" Hermione exclaimed. The spell hit the Rogue Bludger and it exploded. We ran towards Harry and you crouched down beside him. "Harry are you alright?" You asked in worry.

Harry winced. "No. I think my arm is broken."

"Not to worry, Harry!" Lockhart exclaimed as he sat down beside Harry. "I will fix that arm of yours straight away!"

Harry widened his eyes and frantically shook his head. "No. Not you!"

Lockhart chuckled. "Boy doesn't know what he's saying." Lockhart rolled up Harry's sleeves and observed his arm. He pulled out his wand and pointed at Harry's arm. "This won't hurt a bit. Brackium Emendo."

There was a glow on the tip of his wand. All of you watched carefully as the glow slowly faded. After using the spell to mend Harry's broken arm, Lockhart took his arm and it seems Harry has no more bones on that arm. Lockhart inadvertently removed all the bones in it.

Harry's eyes widened at the sight of his arm. People around you gasped too.

"Ugh!" Ron exclaimed.

"Ah... yes, well, that can sometimes happen." Lockhart excused making you sigh in frustration. "Um, but, uh, the point is, uh, you can no longer feel any pain. And, very clearly, the bones are not broken."

"Broken?" Hagrid asked. "There's no bones left!"

"Much more flexible, though." Lockhart reasoned and shrugged.

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You were beside Harry on his hospital bed and so were Hermione and Ron. You looked over on your shoulder to see Draco who was groaning in pain.

"Oh, Mr. Malfoy, stop making such a fuss! You can go." Madam Pomfrey hissed. She started stepping out from the crowd around Harry and gave him medicine. "Should have been brought straight to me. I can mend bones in a heartbeat but growing them back..."

"You will be able to, won't you?" Hermione asked in worry. 

"Oh, I'll be able to, certainly. But it'll be painful. You're in for a rough night, Potter. Re-growing bones is a nasty business."

Harry took a sip on the medicine and suddenly spat it out causing some students to back away. "Well, what do you expect?" Madam Pomfrey asked. "Pumpkin juice?"

After a few minutes, students left Harry and so did Madam Pomfrey. Ron was asleep on Harry's bed and Harry was asleep too while Hermione was reading a book. You tapped Hermione's shoulder. "Hey. I'm going to check on someone."

Hermione nodded and turned back to her book. You went to Draco who was asleep, still staying here. 'Crabbe and Goyle must have gone back to their Common Room.' You sat on the chair beside Draco's bed and looked at his sleeping face. His chest rose up and down as he breathes.

You stared at Draco's face and noticed his lips turning into a smile. 'He must be dreaming.' You sighed deeply as you held his hand. "You idiot. You weren't that hurt." You muttered as a curve was made just on the corner of your lips.

You pressed your lips into a thin line, thinking deeply. You were confused about your feelings about the blonde boy. You knew you have a crush on Peter but seeing Draco like this in peace made you conflicted.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Standing up to leave, you were stopped by a hand grabbing yours causing you to look at him in surprise. Draco opened his eyes and stared at you. "Stay..."

"You're awake? All this time?"

"Just now." He smiled. He sighed. "Look, I'm sorry. For everything. I--"

"Let's talk later." You gave him a small smile. "Get some rest."

He sighed again and released your hand. Draco's eyes closed once again and he was asleep again. You noticed how he kept on apologizing. 'Maybe he didn't mean it. After all, Lucius Malfoy is quite a bad influence on him. Someone should teach him and have a good influence on him.' You went back to Hermione and sat beside her. She looked up from her book and looked at me. "Back so soon? Who did you check on?"

"A friend, I guess." You sighed as you shook your head and looked at Harry who was still asleep.

°•○●○•°

"Again?" Hermione asked. "As in the Chamber of Secrets has been opened before?"

You, Harry, Hermione, and Ron were at Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, making the Polyjuice Potion. Your sister didn't get to join you and your friends since she had an upcoming test but she gave you some ingredients that were needed for the Potion. You helped Hermione making it as you hand the ingredients to her while she stirs the potion on the cauldron.

"Of course!" Ron exclaimed. "Don't you see? Lucius Malfoy must have opened it before when he was at school here. And now he's taught Draco how to do it."

You closed your eyes, trying to keep your temper down, and opened them once again to look at the potion.

"Maybe." Hermione sighed. You handed her another ingredient and she poured it into the boiling pot. "But we'll have to wait for the Polyjuice Potion to know for sure."

"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?" Ron asked, a little worried.

Hermione chuckled as you handed her another ingredient. She poured it again on the pot. "No. No one ever comes in here."

Ron furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Why?"

Hermione shrugged. "Moaning Myrtle."

"Who?" Ron asked.

Then a ghost stepped out from a cubicle. Harry's eyes went wide while you just looked at her in surprise. "Moaning Myrtle!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Who's Moaning Myrtle?" Ron asked, still confused.

"I'm Moaning Myrtle!" Myrtle introduced and yelled at Ron causing Ron to lean back at the cubicle's door, scared. Myrtle flew upwards and faced down at you four. "I wouldn't expect you to know me! Who would ever talk about ugly, miserable, moping Moaning Myrtle?" She cried.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" She let out a piercing shriek and dive-bombed into one of the toilets, disappearing with a splash.

"She's a little sensitive," You told Ron with a smirk as Ron looked at you with fear on his face.

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"Gather round!" Lockhart exclaimed as he stood and walked on the long table. "Gather around. Can everybody see me? Can you all hear me?"

No one answered.

"Excellent," Lockhart smirked at himself. He stopped and turn around again to continue walking. "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." He threw his cape away to some girls who gasped and squealed as they got the cape.

"Let me introduce my assistant!" Lockhart exclaimed. He pointed at the far end of the table when someone suddenly showed up. "Professor Snape."

'What.' Your eyes went wide in surprise. Snape stepped up on the stage who has his usual emotionless face.

"He has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration." Lockhart smiled as he looked at the students. "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."

'Bloody boastful wizard.' You scoffed.

The two professors both pulled out their wands and walked towards each other. They suddenly stopped and raised their wands before putting them down. Lockhart and Snape bowed and walked away until turning around once again to face each other, pointing their wands at each other.

"One. Two. Three!"

"Expelliarmus!" Snape cast the spell. Snape blasts Lockhart off his feet. Lockhart landed on his back.

"Do you think he's all right?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"Who cares?" Ron scoffed, enjoying that Lockhart was defeated by Snape while you snickered.

Lockhart got on his feet and walked towards Snape. "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." He boastfully stated. "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 replied making Lockhart embarrassed.

"An excellent suggestion, Professor Snape!" Lockhart cleared his throat and turned his back at Snape, looking for some students. "Let's have a volunteer pair. Potter, Weasley, how about you?"

Ron widened his eyes and smiled a bit, ready but Snape stopped him. "Weasley's wand causes devastation with the simplest spells. We'll be sending Potter to the hospital wing in a matchbox."

Ron frowned making you pat his back.

"Might I suggest someone from my own house?" Snape asked. "Malfoy? Perhaps?"

He turned around and signaled Draco to stood on the table. You slightly gasped before sighing and shaking your head. Ron turned to you. "You alright, (Y/n)?"

"This isn't gonna end well..." You told him making him sigh too.

"Good luck, Potter," Lockhart muttered to Harry.

"Thank you, sir," Harry responded as he walked forward. Harry and Drace were now facing each other.

"Wands at the ready!" Lockhart instructed.

They raised their wands up. "Scared, Potter?" He asked, smirking.

"You wish." Harry scoffed.

You heard some giggles at some students while you were just there, rolling your eyes. They aggressively put their wands down and walked away from each other. They turn around and pointed their wands at each other.

"On the count of three," Lockhart started. "Cast your charms to disarm your opponent. Only to disarm. We don't want any accidents here."

"One..."

Snape had a pleasing look.

"Two..."

Harry was getting ready.

"Everte Statum!" Draco quickly cast the spell causing Harry to flew away and landed his face on the table.

You slapped your palm against your face and sighed. 'You bloody git, Draco Malfoy. Lockhart wasn't even finished counting.'

Ron looked at Hermione worriedly while Draco smirked to himself. You heard Crabbe laughed making you want to punch his squishy face.

Harry stood up and Draco's smirk disappeared from his face. Now it was Harry's turn to cast a spell. "Rictusempra!"

And with that, Draco also flew and landed on his back. Some students laughed and he was wincing in pain. He looked up at Snape. Snape sighed and helped him to get up, pushing him forward so he could defeat Harry.

"I said to disarm only!" Lockhart exclaimed.

"Serpensortia!" And with that, a snake came out from his wand, slithering freely on the stage. You quickly hid behind Ron and Hermione and just beside Justin Finch-Fletchley and Peter Ambrose. 

Harry stood there, looking at the snake. Draco looked at Snape who's walking towards the snake he cast. "Don't move, Potter. I'll get rid of it for you."

"Allow me, Professor Snape!" Lockhart intervened. He pointed his wand at the snake and cast a spell. "Alarte Ascendare!"

The spell merely caused the serpent to fly upwards, which only aggravated it further. Unexpectedly, Harry walked calmly towards the snake and started talking in a different language that you couldn't recognize nor be familiar with. The snake looked at the Hufflepuff boy beside you. The snake slid forward to the boy but turned to you.

Harry continued to talk to the snake, his tone was getting aggressive. Snape furrowed his eyebrows in confusion mixed with bewilderment. The snake turned to Harry whose eyes widened. Draco was about to run towards the snake until Snape cast a spell on the snake. "Vipera Evanesca." The snake was burned, vanishing.

"What are you playing at?" Justin asked, who was beside you, Harry. Harry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. The students were gazing at him with fear, anger, shock on their faces as Harry turned to Lockhart then to Snape.

The class was dismissed early and the four of you quickly went back to the Gryffindor Common Room after the class. You immediately grabbed Harry's shoulder, stopping him you're all inside. "You're a Parselmouth! Why didn't you tell us?" You asked him, still afraid of what happened.

Harry was confused. "I'm a what?"

(You're a wizard Harry. Jk.)

"You can talk to snakes!" Hermione exclaimed, worried was seen on her face.

"I know. I mean, I accidentally set a python on my cousin Dudley at the zoo once." Harry told us. Ron widened his eyes and looked at Hermione. "Once. But so what? I bet loads of people here can do it."

Ron shook his head in disagreement. "No, they can't!" You exclaimed.

"It's not a very common gift, Harry. This is bad." Hermione added.

Harry looked at Hermione confusingly. "What's bad? If I hadn't told that snake not to attack Justin and (Y/n)..."

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

"You were there! You heard me!"

"I heard you speaking Parseltongue. Snake language."

Harry paused until blinking in surprise. "I spoke a different language? But I didn't realize... how can I speak a language without knowing I can?"

Hermione sighed. "I don't know, Harry, but it sounded like you were egging the snake on or something." Harry glanced at you and Ron until turning back to Hermione. "Harry, listen to me. There's a reason the symbol of Slytherin's house is a serpent. Salazar Slytherin was a Parselmouth. He could talk to snakes too."

"Exactly!" Ron exclaimed. "Now the whole school is gonna think you're his great-great-great-grandson or something."

Harry shook his head. "But I'm not! I can't be." He denied.

You crossed your arms and sighed. "He lived a thousand years ago. For all we know, you could be."