Okay, so this is the Fanfiction that my twin and I have been writing for, like, three years.
It sucks.
Particularly the early stuff that we wrote three years ago, when we were starting high school, or something. So, we obviously weren't smart enough to know grammar or the basics of the english language at all, seeing as education is dying in America.
Anyways, ignore the rant.
So, I'm sorry if the story is crap, because I was 13 when I wrote it.

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter. Or anything about Hogwarts or the magical world. Don't own Castlevania, Symphony of the Night. Own Ame, and Garnet, and all their wacky crap, but don't technically own Alucard/Ace, as he is based off Alucard in SotN. So... anything that we didn't borrow, we own, okay?

Wonderful. Now here's the story.


Chapter Seventeen:

Something's Been Opened

"Who dares enter the room of the mighty Amethyst!" Ame bellowed as she walked through the door.

Ace kept reading his History of Magic chapter and wrote some notes. He looked up to see Ame standing in a pose in front of his door.

"Ame," he said, "didn't you get the memo? This is my room."

Ame looked up at him. "Oh, so it is. I claim this room as mine! WHO DARES ENTER THE ROOM OF THE MIGHTY AMETHYST!" She proceeded to laugh her head off.

Ace stared at her, laughing. "What's got you in such high spirits?" he asked.

"Well, I just killed Malfoy, Snape, and Lockhart in one killing crush!" she said theatrically.

"Really!?!" Ace asked excitedly.

"No. Not really." Ame admitted. "But I am helping Harry and Ron with their Astronomy homework. Hermione said she'd curse them if they asked to copy her work one more time."

"Oh," Ace said.

"I was actually expecting something better from them. They made their problem seem so much more dramatic and fun… but it was just homework help."

They just stood there for another minute or so.

"So," Ame started, "I guess I should go now. To my room. To the room of the mighty Amethyst. And all that jazz."

Ame walked through their connecting door.

"BOW DOWN TO THE ALMIGHTY POWER OF ME!! MWUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH–-gasp—gaspgasp—gasp—deep breath---MWUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Ace bowed his head dejectedly.

"I CALL ON THE POWER OF THE AMETHYST!" Ame continued to bellow, her voice magically amplified.

"THE POWER OF THE AMETHYST RELEASED!" A deep purple light came from the crack between their doors. Ace stared in amazement as the purple light crept closer and closer, until it enveloped him.

He sat in a purple fog, at complete peace. The fog told him, calm, calm, stay calm, relax, relax, the amethyst relaxes, and things like that.

When Ame walked into his room, she found Ace passed out on the floor. She laughed. The amethyst had the power of calmness. When she briefly lost her mind in the other room, the amethyst had released power to subdue her mood and make her stable. Unfortunately, her happy mood was so powerful, the amethyst released too much power and the excess amount went into Ace's room. Ame quickly felt her insanely giddy mood coming back, so she decided to wreck havoc in Ace's room, far away from the amethyst.

"THE AMETHYST HYABUSO CONTROLS THE AMETHYST! EXCEPT NOW, BECAUSE I'M IN ACE'S ROOM. BUT THAT IS NOT THE POINT. THE OTHER PART OF THE NON-POINT IS THAT THE AMETHYST ACTED ON ITS OWN, AND NOT WITH MY PRODDING!. OH WELL."

Ame proceed to dance around Ace's body on the floor, casting random spells. The books came to life, as did the bed. Ace's feather blanket and pillow exploded, letting loose a rain of feathers.

Ace woke up the next morning, only halfway done with his History of Magic homework, covered in chicken feathers.

Halloween beckoned to the students. The hall was full of Hagrid's giant pumpkins, which was large enough for three men to sit inside. The bat's squeaked eagerly at objects around them, and Ace eagerly looked around for his bat friend from last year.

"Well, Happy Birthday Ace," Ame told him.

"Yes, Happy Birthday to you too," he told her. "Don't forget, I set up our super awesome party in the Gryffindor Common Room. You remember the password, right?"

"It is still Wattlebird, right?"

"Yes," Ace answered.

They walked towards the Gryffindor table.

"I hope there aren't going to be any trolls this year," Ame remarked as they sat down.

Ace smiled and said, "Well, Harry and Ron did go to that Deathday party." They laughed about that until Dumbledore stood at his pedestal.

"Another year, another festival," he remarked. "The night of All Hallows is no longer an eve of magic and devilry, although it was in the Middle Ages," he mused, "but is now an evening of food and fun. As the Muggles say, 'trick or treat'. I'm treating you to a feast, but you've all been tricked by the rumors of dancing skeletons." He laughed. "I booked singing goblins."

The food appeared on the table as the goblins walked onto stage. The goblins sang thirty-one songs, for each day of October, and were finishing their thirtieth when Ace finished his treacle pudding.

Ace abandoned his bowl when he started to hear a voice.

"… rip… tear…kill…"

Ace jumped up and started walking out of the Great Hall.

Ame looked over at him, and, leaving her pile of chocolate, began to follow.

"Ace! Ace!" she whispered as they walked out. "Where are you going?"

"…so hungry…for so long…"

"Where are you going? We're missing the feast!"

By now, Ace was running up the stairs of the entrance hall, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione burst out of the dungeon entrance.

"This way," Harry shouted, and he began to follow Ace. Hermione, Ron, and Ame followed after the running boys.

"What's going on?" Ron asked Ame, gasping.

Ame shrugged. "Ace walked off during the song. Is Harry hearing voices again?"

Hermione glared at her. "How did you find out about that?"

Ame pulled ahead of the two. "I was in detention when he first heard it. Ace mentioned hearing something too, but I was persuaded not to pursue the subject."

The group ran around the entire second floor, and the group finally stopped near the girl's bathroom.

Ron and Hermione were gasping, wiping sweat off their faces, while Harry, Ame, and Ace all looked around.

"I didn't hear anything you guys," Ron started to say before Hermione jumped in.

"Look!"

Ace and Ame jumped in front of the group, and Ace pulled out his sword. The three behind them stared at the visible sword and peeked around the twins. The wall was shining with a dark liquid.

THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED.

ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE.

"What's that thing – hanging underneath?" Ron asked frightened.

Ame gasped as her superior sight saw it first. "It's Mrs. Norris!"

The cat was hanging by her tail onto the bottom of the torch bracket. Her eyes were wide open and her body stiff.

Ace sheathed his sword.

"Let's get out of here," Hermione said.

"Shouldn't we try--" Harry began.

"We can't be found here," Ace told him.

Ame shook her head. "It's too late. People are coming both ways." A great crash of footsteps followed as students from the Great Hall started heading back to their dormitories. From either end of the corridor students gathered, falling silent at the spectacle before them, until hundreds of students witnessed Mrs. Norris's fate. The group of five stood alone in a circle, until someone stepped forward.

Draco Malfoy pushed through the crowd. "Enemies of the Heir, beware! You'll be next, Mudbloods!"

Filch could be heard at the back of the crowd. "Why are you stopped? Who's shouting? Let me through, let me though." He stopped when he reached inside the circle. "What's going on?"

His eyes fell on Mrs. Norris. "My cat, my cat," he groaned. He began to scream furiously at Harry. "You!" he screeched. "You! You've murdered my cat! I'll kill you! I'll—"

"Argus!"

Dumbledore had arrived, along with Professor Snape, McGonagall, Sprout, and Lockhart. In a moment, he had retrieved Mrs. Norris and collected the group.

"Follow me children," he ordered, "and you Argus."

Lockhart jumped forward. "My office is nearest, Headmaster, if you'd like--"

"Thank you, Gilderoy."

The silent crowd watched with eager eyes as the procession went on. Malfoy stared at the group, his pale face flushed. Ace smiled as he went by and asked, "Having fun?"

Draco's rude remark was lost as Ace followed the group.

The group reached Lockhart's office. His numerous portraits tried to hide their hair nets as Dumbledore examined Mrs. Norris; his face was barely an inch away as he poked her fur. Professor McGonagall also stared at Mrs. Norris intensely, her lips non-existent. Snape stood in the shadows, almost smiling? Lockhart began to babble about the curse that caused it, while Filch was sobbing into Ame's robe. Ame was also staring at the cat, while Harry, Ron, and Hermione all looked at their feet. Ace sat on Lockhart's desk, and began to read Lockhart's test grades.

Dumbledore began to mutter and poke Mrs. Filch with his wand. Lockhart continued to babble as Dumbledore's experiments went on. He stood up after a few moments.

"She's not dead, Argus."

Lockhart stopped in the middle of the sentence and Filch looked up from Ame's robe. "Not dead," Filch asked. "Why is she all – stiff and frozen?"

"She has been Petrified," Dumbledore said ("Ah! I thought so!" Lockhart said in the background). "But how, I cannot say…"

"Ask him!" shrieked Filch, pointing to Harry.

"No second year could have done this," Dumbledore began firmly. "This would take Dark Magic of the most advanced ---"

"He did it!" Filch shouted, rising from the chair he was sitting in. "You saw what he wrote on the wall! He found – in my office – he knows I'm a – I'm a –" Filch began sobbing again, "a Squib!"

Harry looked around as Ame began to speak softly to Filch. "I never touched Mrs. Norris!" Harry said loudly. "And I don't even know what a Squib is."

"Rubbish!" Filch snapped. "He saw my Kwikspell letter!" He quieted down when Ame began to whisper to him again.

"If I might speak, Headmaster," Snape said from the dark corner where he had been lurking. "Potter and his friends may have been simply at the wrong place at the wrong time," he said, sneering as though he didn't believe it himself. "I don't recall seeing them at the Halloween feast. Why were they up in the corridor at all?"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione started telling about the Deathday party of Nearly Headless Nick. McGonagall glanced at Ame and Ace.

"What about you two?" McGonagall asked the twins. They looked up. "Why did you two leave the feast?"

Snape interrupted the three students. "But why not join the feast afterward?" asked Snape. "Why go into the corridor?"

"Because…" Harry began, as everyone looked at him. "Because we wanted to go to bed."

Snape sneered. "Without any supper? I didn't think ghost provided food fit for mortals at their parties."

"We weren't hungry," Ron said. He coughed loudly as his stomach growled.

Snape smiled nastily.

"I suggest, Headmaster, that Potter isn't being truthful. I personally believe he should be punished temporarily until the whole story comes out. Maybe suspension from the Gryffindor Quidditch team would loosen his tongue."

"Don't be stupid, Severus," McGonagall jumped in. "The cat wasn't hit over the head with a broomstick. There is no evidence that he has done anything wrong."

Dumbledore starred at Harry for the better half of a minute.

"Innocent until proven guilty, Severus," he said firmly.

Snape looked furious. So did Filch.

"My cat has been Petrified! I want to see some punishment!"

"We'll be able to cure her," Dumbledore told Filch. He nodded at Professor Sprout. "We have recently acquired a group of Mandrakes ---,"

Ame glared at Ace. I told you those mandrakes were going to be needed, she said mind to mind.

Ace shrugged.

" – and as soon as it is possible, the restorative will be made."

"I'll make it," Lockhart jumped in. "I must have made a Mandrake Restorative Draught a hundred times. I could make one in my sleep ---"

"Excuse me," said Snape frostily. "But I believe I am the Potions master at this school."

An uncomfortable silence followed.

"You may go," Dumbledore said to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. He turned to face the twins as the other three swiftly left the room.

"Well?" Dumbledore asked.

"I heard a commotion," Ace said.

"What kind of commotion?" McGonagall asked.

"The kind only the crazy hear," Snape muttered.

"Severus!" Dumbledore barked. Snape rolled his eyes.

Ame ignored the entire argument between Ace and Snape as she consoled the mourning Filch. He had calmed downed considerably now that he knew Mrs. Norris would be okay.

"Enough!" Dumbledore said, just before Snape and Ace got into a fistfight. The two combatants backed away and glared.

"The twins may go to their rooms. I will talk to them personally." Dumbledore said.

The three of them began to walk to the twins rooms. Both of them were throwing around telepathic ideas.

Should we tell him the truth? Ame mentally asked. Tell him that you are hearing voices? Or should we be little children and lie?

I think you should just tell him that you have a vision about Harry, Ron, and Hermione, Ace countered.

That wouldn't explain why you left the Great Hall first. He was there, he saw you leave!

By this time, the group had reached the twin's rooms. They all walked into Ame's, because she had better chairs.

"Well," Dumbledore began, after they sat down, "who wants to begin?"

Ame and Ace just looked at each other, and didn't even dare to send telepathic messages. Dumbledore would probably intercept them very easily.

Ace began, his "Gryffindor courage" showing through. "I ran out of the hall because I heard something." He shrugged, as if this were a normal everyday occurrence.

"What did you hear?" Dumbledore asked; his crescent moon glasses reflected the twin's steel grey eyes.

Ace shrugged again. "Nothing important, really," Ace assured him. "Something along the lines of rip… tear… kill. Nothing unusual for this school."

The twins smiled, but Dumbledore looked so grim they stopped immediately.

"I sincerely hope that you two are joking?" Dumbledore asked.

The twins were about to answer when there was a large flash of light and heat when Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix, materialized in the room.

"SQUUAAKK!" Fawkes screeched loudly apon destroying one of Ame's chairs.

Dumbledore leapt up and repaired the chair as the twins sat calmly in their seats. Fawkes flew over to land on the Headmaster's shoulder where it nuzzled his ear.

"Well, it looks as if I'm needed elsewhere," Dumbledore told them. His light blue eyes behind his half-moon glasses glared at the twins. "I know you heard something Ace," Dumbledore told them, "and I want you to tell me if you hear anything else." With that, he swept out of the room.

Ace turned to Ame. "So, are you ready to head to Gryffindor's Common Room? I bet everyone is wondering where the birthday twins are."

For a few days, the school could talk of little else but the attack on Mrs. Norris, and the twins birthday party, of course. It didn't help the people were always walking up to Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ame, and Ace to ask about the attack. Well, they walked up to Ace until he violently attacked the second one who asked. The unfortunate fifth year Slytherin spent several hours in the medical wing. Ace got two weeks of extra work from McGonagall.

Ron was also extremely worried about Ginny who "apparently" was very disturbed by Mrs. Norris's fate.

It also apparently had an effect on Hermione; she wouldn't talk to Ron, Harry, or Ame. Or Ace for that matter, but he lacked the sympathy to even care why she wasn't talking; in his opinion, he much approved of her not talking for a while.

When she finally did decide to talk them, they were in the library. Harry was worried about some idiot who ran away from him in the hall; Harry said it was Justin Finch-Fletchley. Ron was trying desperately to finish a three-foot-long composition for History of Magic homework, while Ace was attempting to accomplish the very difficult punishment work McGonagall gave him. Ame on the other hand was doing something she usually never did. She was just chillin'. She had finished all of her homework, and just completed the translation of one of her difficult spells in her Book of Shadows. So she was content with a morning well spent.

When Hermione did speak, she said, "Well, I've done all I can. All the copies of Hogwarts a History have all been checked out and there is a two week waiting list. I couldn't bring mine this year because it couldn't fit into my bad because of all the Lockhart books."

"Why do you want it?" Ron asked, while measuring his, still, six-inch-short essay.

"TO READ UP ON THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS! DUH!" Hermione bellowed into Ron's ear, about two-inches away from his head.

Ron panicked and fell out of his chair, Harry jumped up, and Ace watched amusedly while Ame got up from her chair and left the library. The group followed her lead. Ace was first to leave behind her, while Harry, Ron, and Hermione were forcedly dragged out by Madam Pince, while she was screaming, "THIS IS A LIBRARY! BE SILENT SO PEOPLE CAN CONCENTRATE!"

Ace proceeded to bust a gut, while Ron, Harry, and Hermione, beet red, ran away with post haste. Madam Pince got mad at Ace when he proceeded to scream, "ITS A THRILLER! THRILL THE NIGHT!" As he did this he walked down the hall doing the Thriller dance. Madam Pince just shook her head and went back into the library.

It turns out that they were going to find out more about the Chamber of Secrets anyway. It was Hermione's great idea to question Professor Binns about the Chamber during History of Magic just a few minutes later. Ace zoned out. Salazar Slytherin building secret torture chambers, no big deal, let them have their fun if they can get away with it. But of course, nothing was going to happen while Ace was on the campus. Ace smiled knowingly.

"BWU HAHAHAHA!" he and Ame said simultaneously, as they were apparently thinking some similar thoughts. It might help that they can speak telepathically as well. . . . .

Professor Binns became very annoyed with the class and proceeded with the "factual, reliable history." Basically the class was bored again after thirty seconds.

As they left the class and went up another staircase they turned a corner and found themselves at the end of the corridor where the attack had happened. Harry and Ron have the brilliant idea to "poke around." They discovered about twenty spiders scuttling, fighting to get through a small crack. Down the crack was a long, silvery thread dangling outside like a rope.

They had never seen spiders act like that. Ron was standing well back and seemed to be fighting the impulse to run.

"What's up?" said Harry.

"I---don't---like---spiders," said Ron tensely.

Hermione and Ace butchered Ron's pride with this new information.

"It's not funny," Ron said after Ace and Hermione laughed and pointed. "Fred turned my teddy into a furry spider when I broke his toy broomstick."

Ace looked at him. "You had a stuffed teddy?"

ZAP!

Ace turned to look at Ame. "What was that for?" he asked indignantly.

Ame glared at him from behind her glasses. "Don't even talk about stuffed animals. I'm still angry at you for killing my poor puppy Cooper."

Ace smiled. The poor plushie never saw it coming. Her plushie had been, so to speak, misplaced in the backyard, where Ace could have swore that it was trying to attack the turtle figurine.

ZAPZAPZAP!

"YOU'RE SMILING, YOU CRAZY FOOL!" Ame screamed ballistic like.

"IT WAS SIX YEARS AGO! STOP SCREAMING AT ME!"

As the two siblings were fighting, the rest of the group was going into the girl's bathroom. Hermione led the way as Ron was too scared to go in.

Ace and Ame continued to ignore the rest of the world as they ferociously fought each other over the sore topic of Cooper, the best stuffed puppy Ame ever had.

Ron, Hermione, and Harry were just exiting the bathroom, to an interestingly destroyed hallway, when they where intercepted by a prefect.

"RON!"

Percy walked up to Ron, obviously to scold the group, when he spotted, but mostly heard, the twins.

"YOU NEVER EVEN APOLOGIZED! SINDROMATSOSOCA!"

"DON'T SHOOT ICICLES AT ME, YOU IDIGNANT LITTLE GIRL! I'M SORRY THAT YOU CAN'T GET OVER THIS! IT WAS A STUPID STUFFED ANIMAL!"

Oh yes, Ace had crossed the line.

"Um, Hyabusos? Can you calm down and stop yelling? I'm trying to scold my brother." Percy buffed his prefect badge. "You aren't even supposed to be fighting…."

"DESTROY! BOMBOSA! INCENDIO! GLACIUS! BURN BURN BURN BURN!! Sindromatsosoca ish na da lamat budnes greahluy!

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Percy stared open-mouth at the flurry of spells that Ame had been casting. They continued to watch Ace dodge all of her spells and still have breath to verbally attack.

"THE DOG WAS A PLUSHIE! IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL ANY BETTER, I MIGHT BE SORRY IF YOU'D STOP ATTACKING ME ON THE SECOND FLOOR OF HOGWARTS NEXT TO THE SMELLY GIRLS BATHROOM WITH A DEAD PEDEOPHILLE! SHE'S IN LOVE WITH HARRY FOR GOD'S SAKE!"

Harry looked at Hermione. "I've never even met Myrtle until today…."

"DID YOU SAY THAT YOU WERE SORRY, ACE?!?"

"YES!"

Ame brushed some of her hair off her face, as the front strands had fallen. She stopped to catch her breath. "Oh, well, that's good. I'm finally glad you've repented your sins. Let's move on and be happy siblings again, okay?"

Ace stared at her, as if she was crazy… or as if she was doing something uncommon. He already knew she was crazy.

Ame began to dance down the hall towards the others.

"Hehehehe!" she exclaimed apon reaching everyone.

"Um –"

"You aren't supposed to be fighting! And you are NOT to ever be in the girl's bathroom!"

"But I'm a girl!"

"Not you Ame. I was talking to Ron!"

"Oh, stop this nonsense," Hermione briskly exclaimed, but the argument was already on the way.

"Why shouldn't I look around here?" Ron hotly exclaimed. "We never laid a finger on that cat!"

"That's what I told Ginny," Percy retorted, "but you don't seem to care that she is thoroughly upset and still thinks that you are going to get expelled. It doesn't help that all of her first year friends think you are doing this on purpose. You might try and think of her and her reput--"

"You don't care about Ginny," said Ron, his face turning pink, a down shade of the famous Weasley red. "You're just worried about me messing up your chances at Head Boy ---"

"Five point from Gryffindor!" Percy said angrily. "I'll write to Mum if I find you doing anymore detective work!" He began to stride down the hall when he turned to yell, "And five more for the twins fighting!"

"UP YOURS TOO, PERCY!"

"Ace! Don't talk to a prefect like that!" Ame scolded.

Ace shrugged. "He took off points because of a sibling dispute. He should die."

Hermione glared, as did Ron. "You shouldn't blame him. Look at what you two did to the hallway."

The twins looked around them. The statues were crumbling, the walls scorched, and the floor covered in icicles. A whole chunk of stone fell from the ceiling at that moment. The twins looked at each other.

"REPAIR MOVEMENT NUMBER 38! READY, AME?"

"READY ACE!"

The twins dashed down the hall, occasionally running on the wall or seemingly flying. The randomly and rashly waved the wands/sword/hands while yelling "Repairo!"

They landed quickly in front of the shocked trio of others. The twins looked at the other three, looked at each other, and simultaneously yelled, "Mission One COMPLETE!"

Ame and Ace met up with Harry, Ron, and Hermione the next day in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Since the last fiasco, or Lockhart's pixie demonstration, there had been no live creatures in class. Instead, the professor read parts of "his" books and reenacted a few other parts. Harry was the main star, much to his dismay.

That day, as Harry was forced to act as a werewolf, Hermione told Ace and Ame the plan to discover the Heir of Slytherin.

"So you're going to make a Polyjuice Potion?" Ame whispered to Hermione as Harry made a particularly pitiful howl.

"Yes," Hermione replied quietly, as she continued to take notes of the ridiculous class. "The potion will help us pick Draco Malfoy's brain without him knowing it is us who are doing it. Clever, eh?"

Ame didn't get a chance to answer as Lockhart tackled Harry during his discussion and continued to explain how he had used the Homorphus Charm to return the werewolf to a state of humanity.

Thankfully, the bell rang as Lockhart jumped to his feet and began rambling, again, of the homework assignment.

The five students waited until the rest of the class was out of the classroom before approaching the desk. Ace walked with the rest of them, but when he realized they were staying to talk, he made a bee-line towards the door.

He stopped outside and listened in beside the doorframe.

"Professor Lockhart," he heard Hermione say, "I wanted to check this book out from the library. It is just for some light reading. The problem is," she stammered on, "is that the book is in the restricted section of the library. If you could sign a note giving me permission, I'd get it right away. I know it would better help me understand Gadding with Ghouls portion about slow-acting venoms ---"

"Ah, Gadding with Ghouls!" Ace heard Lockhart exclaim. "Possibly my very favorite book. You enjoyed it?"

"Oh, yes," Hermione said. By then, Ace had tuned out. He didn't bother to listen to the following conversation about Lockhart's amazing Quidditch abilities and his offer to help Harry out with a bit of private training.

Ace and Ame quickly followed the group as the went to the library and retrieved the Restricted Potions book. Harry and Ron really were lucky to have a friend like Hermione; they never would have know the book in question, had Hermione not paid attention in Potions class.

After a brief squabble about the "signed note" of Lockhart's, the five went back to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

Ace got very bored, and decided to leave. Ame followed after, deciding that the entire process took too long to really participate in the beginning.

The following weekend was the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin teams. Tempers, and House spirits, were running high.

Ace and Ame followed the crowd down to the Quidditch pitch, as was customary of House members. Ace had deviated from tradition by going to extremes about his appearance.

His normally black hair had been covered with bright, sparkly gold dust, which accented bright red color underneath. His skin was covered in gold dust, which he acquired from Ame (although she didn't know he had robbed her Potion set of fairy dust). He traded his normally magicked Robes of the Fire Rat back to their original color: bright, Inuyasha-like, red. Lastly, he had conjured lion paws to put on his hands, as well as a falcon beak across his face; he now resembled a walking, squawking, and sometimes talking Griffin of his House.

The game was, as usual to its sport, intense. A Bludger was going absolutely insane as it specifically targeted Harry. After a ton more drama, the Bludger finally clipped Harry's arm. The Slytherin crowd cheered at his pain, though the Gryffindor's had the happy ending, as Harry caught the Snitch moments later, right under Malfoy's nose, so to speak.

He then fell off his broom, sickeningly landing on the ground.

Ace and Ame were one of the first Gryffindors, excluding the Quidditch team, to reach Harry.

His arm was… broken, to say the least.

Ace described it as "awesome."

Ame described it as "a sickening twist of the human body; a mutilation of cartilage and bone; the worst sight seen by Lockhart, probably."

Lockhart, unfortunately for Harry, arrived shortly after, and attempted to "help," using his teaching duties and ignorance of magic to make a mess of things.

"Can't I just go to the hospital wing," Harry hissed in pain.

"He really should, Professor," said Oliver Wood, Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, "though that catch – Harry, it was amazing—"

"Stand back," Lockhart ordered, as he pointed his wand at Harry's arm.

The crowd gasped, though Colin Creevey took the moment to back a photo opportunity.

Ame grimaced, and pulled out her own wand.

"Yes, that sometimes happens," Lockhart mumbled at his own ineptitude. "Someone just help Harry here to see Madam Pomfrey."

"Wingardium Leviosa," Ame said, as she lifted Harry off the ground, floating him towards the Hospital Wing.

"Well, you just have to most amazing luck with Lockhart, don't you Harry?"

Ace's question didn't really help Harry the next morning as he found the group in the second floor Girl's bathroom.

Harry quickly told the other four what had happened between the Quidditch game and the present moment.

Basically, Harry discovered that Dobby, the demon house elf, had blocked his and Ron's passage to Platform 9 ¾, bewitched the Bludger in an attempt to send him home, which was an attempt to protect Harry from some evil, and Harry suspected it was concerned with the Chamber of Secrets, which had been opened before. Lastly, he learned the Colin Creevey had also been petrified on his way to visit Harry in the Hospital Wing, only for his body to be mutilated and found by Dumbledore and McGonagall.

The four quietly absorbed this before bursting into speculation.

The group quietly kept up preparations for the completion of the potion as the fall term went by. By the second week of December, many amulets and protective items were secretly being sold around the school, as Colin's demise had sparked a new scare.

Ace and Ame scoffed at the talismans, as most were useless. Instead, the two strengthened their mental barriers, vigorously kept training, mostly at night, when they could work undisturbed, and perfected their battle synchrony. All in all, they were confident that their powers and quick senses could save them faster than an rotting, green onion.

Both Ace and Ame signed the list of students staying for Christmas, although this was a rarity. Many students were being frightened away by the Chamber of Secrets nonsense. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were also staying, and, they heard, that Malfoy was as well.

The group decided that the holidays would be the best time to smuggle information out of Malfoy, though they had a problem; the potion was nearing completion, but some of the rarer ingredients were impossible for the five to acquire. This leads the group into their next double Potions class.

The group, excluding Hermione, would be causing a distraction in Snape's classroom, while Hermione would be sneaking into Snape's office and stealing the needed ingredients from his personal stores.

The group was petrified of Snape's wrath; his control over his class was practically solid, and causing a disruption was a dangerous pass-time indeed.

Of course, Ace was looking forward to it.

Snape was walking around the class, examining everyone's potions; he praised the Slytherin's, and took off points for the Gryffindor's. Ace, as usual, threw in a bunch of the ingredients and came through with a perfect potion. His bizarre techniques always seemed to bring the desired result, though much faster. Ace explained it as the ability to correctly deduce hidden qualities of magical items while simultaneously possessing the ability to function with a clear, cool, level head with dangerous consequences. Ame tried to copy some of his theories, with limited success. She stuck to Snape's directions, or the books, rather than Ace's.

Nevertheless, near the end of the double lesson, everyone was working diligently, except the four, who just received Hermione's signal. Harry and Ron discretely lit fireworks and threw them into Slytherin's cauldron's, amazingly enough, with no one the wiser.

Ace and Ame lit their own fireworks; while hiding them under their table, Ame whispered "Vamosabri Fillibuster Fireworks," causing the burning explosives to reappear into Neville and Dean's cauldrons.

The group had been carefully watching which student's potions were running light green. Swelling Potions had a tendency to explode if they were brewed wrong, usually expressed by light blue tints, which occurred after light green passed.

Many students were splashed by the potion as the Fireworks exploded. The class, panicking, went up to Snape's desk for the antidote. Hermione sneaked into Snape's private store as Ame, pretending to need the antidote, went to each exploded cauldron to cast a Vanishing Charm on all the fireworks remains.

By the time Ame got back to her seat, Hermione slipped back into the dungeon, front robes bulging slightly.

The rest of the class, by now, had received swigs of Deflating Drafts and were now seated. Snape swept over to the four separate cauldrons.

"Ten points from Gryffindor; Longbottom and Thomas should have been paying attention to their potions reaching critical state."

The class, so used to Snape's biased views, did not even mention the exploded Slytherin cauldrons, though Ace was very tempted.

The five rushed to the girl's bathroom on the second floor to add the remaining ingredients.

"Two weeks," Hermione muttered. No one bothered to mention the gruesome things that could happen in two weeks time.