Malfoy

Dumbledore looked at Harry then he saw Chris holding a sword in one hand and the Sorting Hat in other. 

Before Chris or Dumbledore could say anything Harry hurriedly explained, "Professor ... the sword came out its own.... we didn't do anything." 

Chris sighed and Dumbledore chuckled. 

"I didn't say anything, Harry. I know, for the fact that, the sword can only comes out on its own." Said Dumbledore calmly then looked at the hat, "But why did it came out this time?" 

"I'm repeating, I don't know what the sword want or do." The Hat said with irritated voice. 

"It's alright. You can leave the sword and the Hat on the desk Miss. Norton. I'll see this later." Dumbledore said. 

Chris nodded and put the sword and the Hat on the desk. 

Dumbledore settled himself in the high chair behind the desk and fixed Harry and Chris with his penetrating, light-blue stare. 

But before Dumbledore could speak another word, however, the door of the office flew open with an almighty bang and Hagrid burst in, a wild look in his eyes, his balaclava perched on top of his shaggy black head and the dead rooster still swinging from his hand. 

"It wasn' them, Professor Dumbledore!" said Hagrid urgently. "I was talkin' ter them seconds before that kid was found, they never had time, sir .." Dumbledore tried to say something, but Hagrid went ranting on, waving the rooster around in his agitation, sending feathers everywhere. "... it can't've bin them, I'll swear it in front o' the Ministry o' Magic if I have to ..." 

"Hagrid, I .." 

"... yeh've got the wrong boy, sir, I know Harry never ..." 

"Hagrid!" said Dumbledore loudly. "I do not think that Harry or Miss. Norton attacked those people." 

"Oh," said Hagrid, the rooster falling limply at his side. "Right. I'll wait outside then, Headmaster." 

And he stomped out looking embarrassed. 

"Well.. He's just like you.." Chris whispered into Harry's ear. 

"You don't think it was me or Chris, Professor?" Harry repeated ignoring Chris. 

"No, Harry, I don't," said Dumbledore as he brushed rooster feathers off his desk. 

Chris gave Harry a told-you-so look. 

"But I still wanted to talk to you both." said Dumbledore, though his face was somber again. 

Harry waited nervously and Chris made a curious face while Dumbledore considered them, the tips of his long fingers together. 

"I must ask you, whether there is anything you'd like to tell me," he said gently. "Anything at all." 

There was few moments silence.

"No," said Harry. "There isn't anything, Professor..." 

Chris looked at Harry then turned towards Dumbledore. 

"But I want to ask you something, Professor." 

"Yes, Miss. Norton?" Dumbledore said carefully looking at her. 

"Professor, What happened when the Chamber of Secrets was opened last time?" Chris asked confidently. 

Harry dropped his jaw in shock and surprise. 

Dumbledore looked at Chris for few seconds. 

"Few attacks happened like this and at last..." He sighed. "A muggle-born student was killed." 

"Then? Did you found the culprit?" Chris asked again. 

"Yes and No." Dumbledore said and Chris nodded understanding that Dumbledore wasn't going to answer more than that.

"Thanks for telling us, Professor, and just Christina is fine." Chris smiled. 

"No problem. As I said before students have the right to know few things." Dumbledore smiled back. 

Chris and Harry left the office. 

As they entered the common room Chris saw Ginny on the staris. She followed her. 

"Ginny! Ginny, wait." Chris called and Ginny stopped. "Ginny where were you? I was looking for you all morning." 

Ginny looked at Chris like she was petrified. 

"I.... I.... I....." 

Ginny paused. 

"Leave me alone Chris. Please." She shouted and ran towards their room. 

After that day, Ginny started to spend her most of the time with her brothers. She wasn't talking with anyone else. 

Luna told Chris that everyone's thinking; Harry as a Dark Wizard and the heir of Slytherin, who opened the chamber; and Chris as his follower, who was attacking the students for him. 

The double attack on Justin and Nearly Headless Nick turned what had been nervousness into real panic. Curiously, it was Nearly Headless Nick's fate that seemed to worry people most. What could possibly do that to a ghost? people asked each other; what terrible power could harm someone who was already dead? There was almost a stampede to book seats on the Hogwarts Express so that students could go home for Christmas. 

"At this rate, we'll be the only ones left," Ron told Chris, Harry and Hermione. "Us, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. What a jolly holiday it's going to be." 

Harry was tired of people skirting around him in the corridors, as though he were about to sprout fangs or spit poison; tired of all the muttering, pointing, and hissing as he passed. People were also looking at Chris at the same way but unlike Harry she found this very funny. In fact, she joined Fred and George as they went out of their way to march ahead of Harry down the corridors, shouting, "Make way for the Heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard and his devoted evil follower coming through..." 

"Don't stand on the middle of our way..." said Chris. 

Percy was deeply disapproving of this behavior. 

"It is not a laughing matter," he said coldly. 

"Oh, get out of the way, Percy," said Fred. "Harry and Chris are in a hurry." 

"Yeah, they are off to the Chamber of Secrets for a cup of tea with their fanged servant," said George, chortling. 

Ginny didn't find it amusing either. 

"Oh, don't," she wailed every time Fred asked Harry or Chris loudly who they were planning to attack next. 

Everyone left for Christmas, and Chris, Harry, Hermione and the Weasleys got the Gryffindor tower to themselves. As Luna also left for Christmas, Chris was spending her most of her time in Gryffindor common room.

The night before Christmas, Ron, Harry, Hermione and Chris decided to execute their plan. After dinner they saw Draco Malfoy leaving alone towards his dormitory and followed him. As they found themselves in a completely empty passage, Chris called Leon and gave a gift box to him. Leon followed the order. He flew around Draco sometimes so Draco can notice him, then dropped the gift box in his hand and left. 

Draco smiled as he saw the note on the box; 

Dear, Draco Malfoy, the Prince of pure-bloods, A small gift to make your Christmas special. From- A true admirer... 

Draco grinned broadly and started to open the box. Chris, Hermione, Harry and Ron watched that, while hiding in a corner. 

"Flattery works everytime to this kind of persons," whispered Chris. 

As soon as Draco opened the box and a green cloud of smokes came out, on Draco's face. In few seconds he was on the floor, moaning. "Hermione's paralyzing draught worked." Chris whispered as Harry and Ron dragged Draco into a empty class room.