Chamber of Trouble
written by Louisa S R W
So I'm an Heir of Slytherin... I'm also a lot of other stuff.
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Heir of Slytherin
Chapter 1
The Chamber of Secrets was opened in 1992 by Ginny Weasley, she didn’t realise what she was doing of course she did it under the influence of a spell. Before that it had been opened by my father in 1943. This is the time that a girl called Myrtle Warren died and Rubeus Hagrid was expelled.
I guess you can understand now why I got in a lot of trouble. People that knew that I was an Heir of Slytherin knew that I was capable of opening it. The problem was that I had no idea how I was supposed to open it. Or what was to be found inside if I did open it. It is understandable that when the daughter of the last person to open it arrives at the school and it suddenly opens, people are going to be weary. But the truth is, I was so innocent that he probably would have been ashamed.
Professor Snape, Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were the only ones aware of the burden I carried and I had only told my closest of friends who my father was and that I could speak parseltongue. Luckily, I wasn’t the only one in the school that could and had not been sorted into Slytherin. Plus, it was Harry Potter that was being accused not me.
My marks went down and my uncle got more and more cross with me. I was always in detention so I saw tons of Fred and George. They couldn’t pin anything on Harry, my uncle kept on defending him and I was constantly being called to Professor Snape, Professor Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall to be interviewed. The questions were always the same. Have you heard the voices? Have you been in the dungeons recently? Are you transfiguring well? One time they got really concerned and I was given Veritaserum. They then asked me what my opinion on muggle-borns was and what I thought about the Dark Arts. To be honest, I really am jealous that Harry and Ginny got to meet 16-year-old Tom because I would have liked to have met him. I would have liked to look him in the eye and say “Hello, I’m your future daughter and I’m in Gryffindor”.
I didn’t get to do any of that. By the end of term, we just celebrated the fact that nobody had died, although it had been quite close, and I actually got to go home on the train like a regular student. Something I had never, ever done. I think it had more to do with the fact that my uncle was so relieved that I wasn’t behind it all. Understandable yet a tad overdramatic.
I guess you can understand now why I got in a lot of trouble. People that knew that I was an Heir of Slytherin knew that I was capable of opening it. The problem was that I had no idea how I was supposed to open it. Or what was to be found inside if I did open it. It is understandable that when the daughter of the last person to open it arrives at the school and it suddenly opens, people are going to be weary. But the truth is, I was so innocent that he probably would have been ashamed.
Professor Snape, Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were the only ones aware of the burden I carried and I had only told my closest of friends who my father was and that I could speak parseltongue. Luckily, I wasn’t the only one in the school that could and had not been sorted into Slytherin. Plus, it was Harry Potter that was being accused not me.
My marks went down and my uncle got more and more cross with me. I was always in detention so I saw tons of Fred and George. They couldn’t pin anything on Harry, my uncle kept on defending him and I was constantly being called to Professor Snape, Professor Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall to be interviewed. The questions were always the same. Have you heard the voices? Have you been in the dungeons recently? Are you transfiguring well? One time they got really concerned and I was given Veritaserum. They then asked me what my opinion on muggle-borns was and what I thought about the Dark Arts. To be honest, I really am jealous that Harry and Ginny got to meet 16-year-old Tom because I would have liked to have met him. I would have liked to look him in the eye and say “Hello, I’m your future daughter and I’m in Gryffindor”.
I didn’t get to do any of that. By the end of term, we just celebrated the fact that nobody had died, although it had been quite close, and I actually got to go home on the train like a regular student. Something I had never, ever done. I think it had more to do with the fact that my uncle was so relieved that I wasn’t behind it all. Understandable yet a tad overdramatic.
