Ronan was sitting in an armchair near the fireplace, he had closed his eyes and was meditating. He had been having a good time since the holidays had started because just like last year, the whole Slytherin dorm was empty. Except, for some reason Draco and his two goons decided to stay behind. And he had been having too much of Malfoy ever since.

It was then he heard the sounds of footsteps approaching, this cut his meditation session short and he opened his eyes. Draco and his two bodyguards came and sat down near the sofa, sniggering because of some stupid reason.

“You guys seem happy?” Ronan asked, “Did something good happen?”

“We were betting who would be petrified next,” Crabbe said cheekily, “And Goyle is betting that the next one to be petrified would be the one of the Weasleys,”

“I have my money on Granger,” Draco said.

“I think it would be that stupid first-year girl… The looney one,” Goyle added, “What was her name again?”

“Who? The one who told you that you were surrounded by.. Narga..” Draco said, “What was the word?”

Both of them shrugged their shoulders, so Draco also rolled with it, “Dosent matter.. I dont her name but she is called Lonny Lovegood”

The Goyle turned towards Ronan, “Who do you reckon would be the next victim?”

“Dont care, dont give a hell.” Ronan simply said, “I am just too busy with new business, club, and studies to hold any grudges against anyone,”

“Making quite a gold, are we now Ronan?” Draco asked with a mischievous smile, “Dont let all gold go over your head someday,”

“Yeah yeah..” Ronan didnt respond to the snide remark, from time to time Draco does send some remarks his way. But he simply ignores them. Draco is just a kid, while he on the other hand is an adult. He knows better, than to beat a kid up because he teased him.

They chatted for some time, then they all started heading towards the Grand Feast of Christmas Eve…

The Great Hall looked magnificent. Not only were there a dozen frost-covered Christmas trees and thick streamers of holly and mistletoe crisscrossing the ceiling, but enchanted snow was falling, warm and dry, from the ceiling. As there were few students around the school, teachers joined everyone down on one common table and everyone started having a very good time.

The food was fabulous, everyone was enjoying it while Ronan was looking around the table in the eyes of the students present. He had been trying and Legilimency probes on students whenever he had time, trying to find the possessed person. But till then he had no luck in finding anyone. So he figured that he should try once here as well, and he started looking around the table.

He started with Hermione and sensed her Filgia still present in a completely healthy condition. When she saw looking at him, she smiled back. Then he moved on to other students, one by one. The problem was, he had not mastered the spell, because of which he needed utmost concentration while performing a probe, but Hagrid who had been consuming too much eggnog, would from time to time smack the table because of George and Fred’s joke. This broke his concentration, still by the end of the feast, he was able to cover everyone.

The only person who was left to probe was Ginny Weasley, the youngest of the Weasleys. The girl was lost during the feast, while everyone was having fun, she looked like she had recently suffered a heavy loss in her life. Hell, Neville was rumored to be the heir and was having a good time during the feast, but she looked downtrodden for some reason.

She didnt look up for quite a while, but when she did, he was ready. With a precise and quick probe, he found himself standing in what looked like Gryffindor girl’s dorm room. He saw Ginny looking at her uniform with smudges of blood and bird feathers. Before he could go deep, he pulled out his probe. He was able to penetrate her mind without feeling Filgia. This meant that she was the one, she was the kid behind the whole mayhem.

He immediately started looking down, at his turkey. As if enjoying the feast, he subtly looked around the table to see the girl had vanished from her place.

‘Wait, can the diary feel that I had penetrated her mind? Can it?’ it was then Ronan realized that he might have just shot himself in his leg…

That evening, Ronan was sitting in the club room. He had been fixing some of the puppets, waiting for Draco and his two goons. Draco, who had become a very big fan of the Fight Club wanted to do some fights today with Crabbe and Goyle. He agreed to it. But he had been sitting in the club room for about 1 and a half hours now, but they still hadn't shown up. Also, Draco wanted to show something funny to them.

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But it was then he heard the door of the club fling open and Draco walked in, looking rather pissed, followed by his goons.

“What happened?” he asked.

“These two forgot that we were supposed to meet here. And then that swine Weasley blocked our way.” Draco spat in anger.

“Ron?” he asked.

“No. The Prefect.”

“Oh,” Ronan said, it was then he noticed, Crabbe looked rather pissed for some reason. But he brushed it aside, “Anyway, you know the drill. The fights are supposed to be in the ring.”

Draco nodded, but then a smile bloomed on his face, “Oh yeah, I wanted to show you guys something,” He then pulled a piece of newspaper cutting from inside his robes and showed it to Ronan.

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INQUIRY AT THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC

Arthur Weasley, Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, was today fined fifty Galleons for bewitching a Muggle car. Mr. Lucius Malfoy, a governor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where the enchanted car crashed earlier this year, called today for Mr. Weasley’s resignation.

“Weasley has brought the Ministry into disrepute,” Mr. Malfoy told our reporter. “He is clearly unfit to draw up our laws and his ridiculous Muggle Protection Act should be scrapped immediately.”

Mr. Weasley was unavailable for comment, although his wife told reporters to clear off or she’d set the family ghoul on them.

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Ronan then passed down the clipping to Draco’s goons, who expressionlessly read the whole thing. “Well?” Draco impatiently asked. Both Crabbe and Goyle then started laughing, and it was the worst fake laugh that he had ever heard in his life.

“Arthur Weasley loves Muggles so much he should snap his wand in half and go and join them,” said Malfoy scornfully. “You’d never know the Weasleys were purebloods, the way they behave.”

Crabbe’s face was contorted with fury. Seeing this Malfoy snapped, “What is up with your Crabbe?”

“Stomachache,” the boy grunted.

“Well, go up to the hospital wing and give all those Mudbloods a kick from me,” said Malfoy, snickering. “You know, I’m surprised the Daily Prophet hasn’t reported all these attacks yet,” he went on thoughtfully. “I suppose Dumbledore’s trying to hush it all up. He will be sacked if it doesn’t stop soon. Father’s always said old Dumbledore’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to this place. He loves Muggle-borns. A decent headmaster would never let slime like that Creevey in.”

Ronan simply rolled his eyes and shifted in his seat, Malfoy noticed that “Still think I am wrong? One day I will prove to you Ronan, how much purity of someone blood’s matters,”

“Draco, we made that bet last year. And till yet you weren't able to prove it. What makes you think that the future be any different,” Malfoy opened his mouth, but he cut him off, “Also, it is late now. We should go. Dont want to get attacked by the heir now, do we?”

Ronan stood up, when Crabbe asked, “Do you know who the heir is?”

He simply shrugged, “Beats me,”

“I wish I knew who it is,” said Malfoy added. “I could help them.” Both Crabbe and Goyle looked shocked by the statement, and he took notice of it.

Goyle quickly added, “You must have some idea who’s behind it all. . . .”

“You know I haven’t, Goyle, how many times do I have to tell you?” snapped Malfoy. “And Father won’t tell me anything about the last time the Chamber was opened either. Of course, it was fifty years ago, so it was before his time, but he knows all about it, and he says that it was all kept quiet and it’ll look suspicious if I know too much about it. But I know one thing… last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened, a Mudblood died. So I bet it’s a matter of time before one of them’s killed this time. . . . I hope it’s Granger… wouldn't you like that, Ronan?” the boy said while looking at Ronan.

He just stared at the boy, a part of him wanted to smack the shit out of the boy. But he controlled his emotions and stared into the eyes of Draco, “My dear Malfoy.. Dont take my silence as a sign of weakness. This is your first and last warning. I will not tolerate any teasing from you about my other friends ever again,”

Draco looked a little taken aback but soon got his composure back. To show that he was not scared, he let out a fake laugh, “I am just messing with you,” Trying to ease his anger.

Crabbe then asked, “Do you know if the person who opened the Chamber last time was caught?”

“Oh, yeah . . . whoever it was was expelled,” said Malfoy. “They’re probably still in Azkaban.”

“Azkaban?” Goyle asked, looking puzzled.

“Azkaban… the wizard prison, Goyle,” said Malfoy, looking at him in disbelief. “Honestly, if you were any slower, you would be going backward.”

He shifted restlessly in his chair and said, “Father says to keep my head down and let the Heir of Slytherin get on with it. He says the school needs to get rid of all the Mudblood filth, but not to get mixed up in it. Of course, he’s got a lot on his plate at the moment. You know the Ministry of Magic raided our manor last week?”

Both of them acted as if they were concerned, but they were very uncomfortable while making the face. Seeing this Ronan became more suspicious, without wasting his time he looked into Goyle’s eyes and saw a vision of Harry standing in front of the Mirror of Eriseid and a younger version of himself standing not too far away. Immediately he pulled out of the Goyle’s mind and realized that it was Harry and probably either Ron or Neville standing before him. Based on the anger shown by Crabbe on the news, he figures that Harry and Ron are standing before them.

Malfoy was still speaking to them about the raid, “…Luckily, they didn’t find much. Father’s got some very valuable Dark Arts stuff. But luckily, we’ve got our own secret chamber under the drawing-room floor”

It was then he saw Crabbe’s hair turning red, Goyle noticed it as well. With that, Ronan then said, “Goyle, you look awful, go to the hospital wing and have medicine. Draco, do you mind if we speak about something,” he then directed Draco’s attention elsewhere. By that time Crabbe and Goyle were already at the door.

Just before closing the door behind them, Crabbe made eye contact with him and he subtly winked at the boy.