It started with Harry hearing
whispers of doom.
Unfortunately,
only he
could hear them.
"Blood... I smell blood... Let me rip... tear... kill..."
Now, normally, this would be a
huge
red flag, but Harry—being Harry—chose to casually follow the terrifying voice instead of, you know,
running in the opposite direction.
Ron and Hermione
appeared just as Harry froze mid-step.
"You alright, mate?" Ron asked, waving a hand in front of Harry's face.
Harry ignored him and
walked straight toward a wet corridor
where
spiders were evacuating like they'd just seen Snape smile.
Then, they saw it.
Blood-red words scrawled on the wall:
THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED. ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE.
And below it?
Mrs. Norris,
Filch's beloved cat,
hanging from a torch bracket, completely petrified.
Before anyone could react,
students flooded in.
Draco Malfoy, ever the sunshine of the room, smirked. "You'll be next, Mudbloods."
Hermione's face paled.
Before Ron could deck him,
Filch stormed in, took one look at his cat, and lost his mind.
"YOU!" Filch pointed at Harry like he had personally hexed his ancestors. "YOU KILLED HER!"
Suddenly,
a flash of light illuminated the corridor.
Raja appeared dramatically in front of Filch, his coat billowing despite the complete lack of wind.
"Hold on!" Raja said, striking a dramatic pose. "The cat isn't
dead!
She's only
petrified!
"
Filch blinked. "She's what now?"
At that moment,
Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape arrived.
Dumbledore examined the cat. "Indeed, she is merely petrified."
Lockhart swooped in like an unwanted . "Ah, yes! If only I had my special countercurse, I could've—"
Raja,
already bored of Lockhart, transfigured his robes into Sherlock Holmes attire, complete with a deerstalker hat and a bubble pipe.
"Elementary, my dear professors," he declared, blowing bubbles instead of smoke. "This crime can only be solved by the great
Sherlock Raja Holmes!
"
McGonagall, appearing behind him like a
stealthy panther,
whacked him on the head.
"Enough theatrics, Mr. Kumara. Five points to Slytherin for transfiguration skills, but stop... doing
this.
"
Raja rubbed his head. "I
feel
the love, Professor."
Filch, still in denial, demanded
justice.
"Harry did it!" he shrieked. "Punish him!"
Snape nodded, eyes gleaming. "Yes, headmaster. Clearly, this boy—"
POOF!
Raja transformed into a lawyer.
Complete with a
wig, a robe, and a floating legal document.
"Nonsense! In the court of Hogwarts Law,
nobody is guilty until proven guilty!
" he declared, slamming his hand on
an invisible desk.
Snape pinched the bridge of his nose. "I
loathe
you."
Harry, Hermione, and Ron
nodded in agreement.
Lockhart provided an alibi, claiming
Harry had been helping him answer fan mail.
"Ah-ha!" Raja spun. "Then, as per the
'Innocence Until Proven Mischievous Act of 1423,'
Harry is free to go!"
Dumbledore smiled. "That is not a real law."
"Yet," Raja muttered.
To prove a point,
Raja transfigured again—this time into a doctor.
Producing a
Mandrake restorative potion
, he dramatically poured a drop onto Mrs. Norris.
"IT'S ALIIIIIVE!" Raja cackled as the cat
twitched.
Filch
snatched his cat up like a mother embracing her lost child.
"Oh, my sweet, sweet baby, you're back!"
Before Raja could
gloat further, a shadow loomed over him.
Snape.
Snape lifted Raja by the
collar.
"And
where
did you get this potion?"
Raja gulped. "Uh... borrowed it?"
"
You stole my ingredients?
"
"
Borrowed
is such a nicer word—"
Snape
dragged him off to the dungeons.
As Raja was hauled away, his final words echoed in the corridor:
"
SOMEBODY SAVE MEEEEEEEE—
"
The next day, McGonagall taught them
how to turn animals into goblets.
Ron
turned Scabbers into a furry cup.
McGonagall sighed. "Mr. Weasley, you need a new wand."
Raja, still sore from cleaning cauldrons all night, muttered, "I'll sponsor it... before he
kills
himself with that twig."
Then, Hermione asked about
the Chamber of Secrets.
McGonagall explained
Hogwarts' founders
and how Slytherin left after a disagreement, but not before
creating a hidden chamber
with a monster to purge Muggle-borns.
"Cool," Raja muttered. "Love a good
ancient murder conspiracy.
"
McGonagall ignored him.
Later, in the common room, Hermione looked serious. "Someone's opened the chamber. And Muggle-borns are in danger."
Ron nodded. "The heir of Slytherin must be back."
Harry narrowed his eyes. "Could it be
Draco Malfoy?
"
Raja immediately burst into laughter. "Draco?
DRACO?!
The biggest 'Daddy's Boy' to ever exist?" He wiped tears from his eyes. "No way. He doesn't have the
guts.
"
"But—" Hermione started.
Raja
pointed to himself.
"You know who
could
be the heir?
Me!
"
The trio gave him
deadpan stares.
Raja clutched his chest. "The
betrayal.
The
lack of faith.
My own
friends!
"
They
ignored him.
"Crabbe and Goyle might know something," Ron suggested.
Hermione smirked. "I have a plan."
Raja grinned. "Ah yes, a
Hermione plan.
We're either going to
break several school rules... or blow something up.
"
Ron sighed. "Most likely
both.
"
Raja stretched his arms. "Welp, guess we're committing
mild crimes
now."
MAYA:
"Master, you say that like it's new."
And thus,
another chaotic scheme
began.
To Be Continued...