Sitting in the great hall chatting with my friends, I could feel the glares of literally every Gryffindor on my back.

Honestly those guys took Quidditch (incidentally also the only thing the morons were actually good at) way too seriously.

I wouldn't say I enjoyed hurting them, but I won't say I wouldn't do it again.

Quidditch was actually quite a brutal sport, magicals could only afford to play it due to their near miraculous healing magic.

If muggles played it, the sport would be abolished after a few weeks due to the high rate of injury.

I looked at the time and shunted thoughts of Quidditch out of my mind, turning to the Ravenclaw table I saw Luna pale and withdrawn sitting alone at the edge, ignoring her and turning to Hermione I saw her chatting with a few other second years.

Raising my eyebrow I wondered if the girl had finally made some friends, who knew, sending a probe of legilimency at her I made her subconsciously glance in my direction.

My hand before my chest I flashed all five fingers three times, my other hand making a circling motion, receiving a nod I stood up and left towards our training ground.

Swiftly walking through the halls of Hogwarts I was just passing a corner when I heard someone call out to me.

“Hey Weasley.”

Turning around I found a random seventh year Slytherin a few meters behind me wand raised.

A brown light left his wand heading to me, I blinked in surprise, I hadn't expected the attacks to start so soon, the match with the snakes was in a week.

Shrugging mentally, I sidestepped the spell walking towards the seventh year, dodging spells and deflecting some I was finally before the quickly panicking aggressor.

Him not being ready for my unarmed combat, he was entirely unprepared for me simply plucking his wand out of his hand and kneeing him in the genitalia.

He bent over gasping in pain as I knocked him unconscious with a, in my opinion, brilliantly performed spinning heel kick.

I was left there standing above an unconscious body, not a good situation to be caught in, by anybody really.

Taking out the marauders map out of my inventory I muttered, “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

I should change the password to something shorter, but changing an already existing enchantment was very hard.

I wondered if I could copy this masterpiece.

Glancing at my position next to the statue of Burnanble the bloodthirsty, I found myself and my attacker with nobody else in the vicinity.

I chuckled a bit at the guys name.

“Honestly, Butt Barmy the third, poor guy.”

I wondered about what do with him.

After four duelling sessions my friends were slowly losing their enthusiasm, the projected attack on Halloween hadn't come.

Maybe Malfoy Senior hadn't planted the diary, but then why had Potter been unable to cross to the platform at the start of the year?

Had they simply been too late?

No, the Weasleys left for the express together, Percy and Ginny had made it on time, maybe this unknown holder of the diary had stronger mental defenses or had simply thrown the thing away.

Quite likely actually, not everyone was stupid enough to write in a book that answered back and whose purpose was unknown.

Damn that sucked, I had expected the opening of the Chamber of Secrets to be the motivation my friends needed to suck up the bruises and learn to defend themselves.

I guess I couldn't count on that now.

But who said that the motivation my friends needed could only be provided by Tom Riddle's old diary?

Honestly he hadn't even killed anyone, maybe he hadn't wanted to, or someone had been acting from the shadows making sure that all victims only saw the basilisk in some reflection.

I would probably make a better villain, and the practice for Christmas would be useful, I didn't really want to wander into Azkaban and then not know how to appear evil.

Evil was a mindset, a mindset that could be trained.

Decision made I turned to the still unconscious snake pointed my wand at him and didn't do anything.

Biting my lip I started thinking.

I needed something non lethal, at least for now, or the school might actually close, something that wasn't easy to reverse.

Maybe a botched obliviate? I had heard the spell was quite scary when done improperly, maybe this was an opportunity to finally learn it?

I shook my head, no I had a much better idea, and more practice in my mind splinter spell would be good.

At this point I still could only infect four people and anyone with a basic understanding of occlumency could remove it after at least a minute.

“Festucam animo”

I worked slowly, no rush, establishing a connection to someone who had his eyes closed, ergo unconscious was harder but manageable.

Once I had a connection, I let as much of my mind seep into the cracks I forcefully created in Butt’s own mind as I could.

Nestling it in deep inside, I channeled a great part of my magic into this action trying to make the effect as long lasting and powerful as possible.

I no longer had an effect on the piece of my mind now nestled in the boy’s head, it was after all, detached from my own.

A simple thread connected us, I had discovered I could sever that thread and the mind would still return to me. I scowled at the cost though, a day long magical exhaustion with a pounding headache.

It had to be done, someone who could sense magic could see the thread, of that I was sure, sighing I disconnected it receiving a painful twinge in return.

It was all in the hands of me now, I giggled at my joke, I was truly wondering what horrors my splinter could inflict on the boy.

Normally I wouldn't have done this, but hey, he attacked me first.

I would have to go after someone with no connection to me next time, would be fairly awkward if everyone who ended up a victim was one of my attackers.

Entering the circular room my friends and I had decided to practice in, I found them lazily trading spells, I sighed, honestly was this what it felt like to have children?

They truly needed to develop some dedication, and put some effort into this.