Hope's POV:

Winter holidays soon come around and Harry, Ron, and I are in the Great Hall eating dinner when Hermione comes marching up to us. "Everything's set. We just need a little of who you're changing into." Hermione says. "Crabbe and Goyal." Harry states. 

"We also need to make sure that the real Crabbe and Goyal can't bust in on us while we're interrogating Malfoy." I explain. "How?" Ron asks. "We've got it all worked out." Hermione says, reaching down and pulling out two cupcakes. 

"I filled these with a simple sleeping draught that Hope made." "Simple, but powerful." I say. "Now, once they're asleep, hide them in the broomstick cupboard and pull out a few of their hairs and put on their uniforms." Hermione explains. 

I scrunch my nose at the thought of drinking another person's hair. Sounds super gross if you ask me. "Whose hair are you two ripping out then?" Ron asks, kind of upset that it seems that we're not doing any of the dirty work. 

"I've already got mine, Millicent Bulstrode, Slytherin. I got this off her robes." Hermione says, holding up a glass vile with hair in it. "What about you Hope?" Ron asks. I roll my eyes at this. He can be slow sometimes. 

"Don't be stupid, I'm not drinking that stuff. I'm gonna use a spell to make myself invisible." I tell him, as if it's obvious. He grumbles something under his breath, but eventually lets it go, still not liking it though. I can tell. 

"We're going to go check on the Polyjuice Potion. Make sure Crabbe and Goyle find these." Hermione says, handing them to cupcakes before dragging me off to the girl's bathroom. "How do you think they'll get Crabbe and Goyle to eat the cupcakes?" I ask. 

"Oh please, it's Crabbe and Goyle, they'd eat it in any situation. It could be floating in the air and they wouldn't see the warning signs." She tells me. I laugh and nod. We're silent the rest of the way to the bathroom. 

When we get there we quickly make sure it's ready before Hermione heads into one of the stalls and changes into Millicent's robes. When she comes out Harry and Ron are just walking through the door. Hermione starts divvying up the potion into three cups. 

"We'll have exactly one hour before the potion wears off and we'll change back into ourselves." Hermione explains, pouring the goop into the cups. She hands them to Ron and Harry who scrunch their noses in disgust. "Add the hairs." She instructs and they do. 

I'm so glad I'm not drinking that. "Ugh, essence of Crabbe." He says. "Be grateful it's just hair." I mutter, thinking of all the gross potions in my grimoire. Ron looks at me, horrified. "Don't ask." He nods, knowing not to push me. "Cheers." Hermione says. 

They clink their glasses together and take a drink. "I think I'm going to be sick." Ron chokes dropping and shattering his glass as he races into a nearby stall. "Me too." Hermione says, copying Ron's movements. Harry just drops his mug and hunches over the sink. 

I don't say anything, curious on how the potion is going to work. Slowly Harry's face starts to bubble before it morphs into Goyle's face. I scrunch my nose. "No offense Harry, but this is not your best look." I say. He smiles at me, but since it's Goyle's face it looks weird. 

Ron then steps out as Crabbe. Weird. "Harry?" He asks. "Ron." "Bloody hell. "We still sound like ourselves. You need to sound more like Crabbe." He says. "Uh, bloody hell." He tries, this time a little deeper. "Excellent." Harry grins. "But where's Hermione?" Ron asks. 

"I'm, I don't think I'm going. You go on without me." She says. I furrow my brows in confusion. "Hermione are you ok?" Harry asks, walking closer to her stall. "Just go, you're wasting time." She says. "She's right, come on." I say, gesturing to the door. 

"Wait Hope, we can see you." Harry reminds me. "Right." I stop. "Invisique." I mutter, running a hand over my face. "We can still see you." Ron says. I roll my eyes. "Yeah, because I want you to see me, now come on." I say. With that the three of us race through the doors. 

We walk down the halls towards the Slytherin Common Room when a voice halts us. "Excuse me." A voice calls. Crap, Percy. "Uh, wh-" Harry stops Ron, reminding him to lower his voice. "What are you doing down here?" He tries again. Better. 

"I happen to be a school prefect. You on the other hand don't have any business wondering the corridors at this time of night. What are your names again?" I roll my eyes. Before either one can speak a voice calls out for them. 

"Crabbe, Goyle, where have you two been? Pigging out in the Great Hall all this time?" Malfoy. We all turn to face him. Ron starts nodding to answer his question. "Why are you wearing glasses?" He asks Harry. Crap. "Uh, reading." 

"Reading? I didn't know you could read." Malfoy insults. Wow, some friend he is. He turns to Percy. "And what are you doing down here Weasley?" He asks. "Mind your attitude Malfoy." He grits out. With that Malfoy storms past, meaning for Harry and Ron to follow. 

I walk right next to Harry who seems nervous. I would be too. We enter the Slytherin Common Room. I have to admit. It's nice in here. We walk over to their seating area where Malfoy plops himself down. Harry and Ron stand there awkwardly. "Well sit down." Malfoy instructs. 

They do. I sit carefully on the arm of the chair by Harry. "You would never know the Weasleys are Pureblood, the way they behave. They're an embarrassment to the wizarding world, all of them." Malfoy says. Ron's hands scrunch up. "What's wrong with you Crabbe?" He asks. 

Harry elbows him. "Uh, stomach ache." Ron tries. Malfoy lets it go. "You know, I'm surprised that the Dailey Prophet hasn't done a report on all these attacks. I suppose Dumbledore's trying to hush it all up." I roll my eyes. 

"Father always said that Dumbledore was the the worst thing to ever happen to this place." "YOU"RE WRONG!" Harry yells. Seriously?! These two need acting lessons. "You think there's someone here who's worse than Dumbledore?" Malfoy stands now, angry. Ron shakes his head. 

Come on Harry, think. "Uh, Harry Potter." He tries. Malfoy backs down so I guess that's a good sign. "Good one Goyle. You're absolutely right. Saint Potter. And people actually think that he's the heir of Slytherin?" He asks. 

"But then you must have some idea who's behind it all." Harry says. "You know I don't Goyle, I told you yesterday. How many times do I have to tell you?" He asks. He walks over to a nearby desk and picks up a package, shaking it around a little. "Is this yours?" He asks them. 

They both shake their heads. He takes that as an ok sign to take the gift and shove it in his robes. Seriously? That's someones and he doesn't even have the decency to respect that. Unbelievable.

"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. The last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened, a Mudblood died. As for me, I hope this time it's Granger." Ron snaps.

He stands to his feet, ready to attack Malfoy. Harry stands in front of him to stop him and so do I. Shaking my head at him.Begging him to stop with my facial expression. "What's the matter with you two? You're acting fairly odd." He says, shocked by Ron's actions. Well, I guess Crabbe's. 

"It's his stomach ache. Calm down." Harry says before whispering the last past. "S-scar." Ron whispers. I look to see Harry touching a reappearing lightning bolt scar. "Hair." I look back to Ron to see red hair appearing on his head. 

Knowing that our time is up we race from the Slytherin Common Room. Malfoy calls out, but we're already out the door. We run back to the bathroom and by the time we get there Harry and Ron are fully turned back. "That was close." Ron says. 

"Ya think?" I ask, removing my invisibility spell. "Hermione, come out. We've got loads to tell you!" Harry calls as we walk to the stall she's in. "GO AWAY!" She calls. Myrtle comes through the stall. "Wait till you see, it's awful." She says before floating away. Confused I knock. 

"Mione? Hey, open up." I say, pushing the door. My eyes widen. "Do you remember me telling you that the Polyjuice Potion was only for human transformations?" She asks. She turns fully around and my hand goes over my mouth. 

"It was cat hair that I plucked off Millicent Bulstrode's robes. Look at my face." She says, facing us fully. "And you're tail." Ron says. I shoot him a glare. "Sorry." He squeaks. "Come on, we can think of a lie on the way to Madam Pomphrey."