Camille's POV

It's time for the first Quidditch match of the year Slytherin vs Gryffindor. Should be fun. It's going to be interesting to see how Draco does against Harry. Though he has a faster broom, my money is still on Harry to catch the snitch. Literally, I made a bet with Snape saying Harry would catch the snitch first. He disagrees of course. I look forward to him losing.

Also I was in the library the other day and saw the trio borrow something from the restricted section. No doubt to try find out who the heir is. There has been no other attacks since Halloween. The mandrakes are growing while. However, someone or something killed Hagrid's roosters. Which is strange.

I spoke with Dumbledore and he told me about the Chamber of Secrets. But told me not to tell the students about it. Which I agreed to, we don't need a repeat of the vaults incident. So I've focused on trying to figure out what the monster in the chamber is. So far no luck.

Anyway I'm sitting next to McGonagall in the commentary box as the players step onto the field. Madam Hooch, asked Flint and Wood to shake hands. Which they did, giving each other threatening stares and gripping rather harder than was necessary.

"On my whistle" Madam Hooch says. "Three ... two ... one. . . " blows her whistle. With a roar from the crowd to speed them upward, the fourteen players rose toward the leaden sky. I look through my binoculars and spot Harry and Draco, who appears to be taunting Harry.

Harry had no time to reply. At that very moment, a heavy black Bludger came pelting toward him. He avoided it so narrowly that he felt it ruffle his hair as it passed. "Close one, Harry!" George shouts as he streaks past Harry with his club in his hand, ready to knock the Bludger back toward a Slytherin. I see George give the Bludger a powerful whack in the direction of Adrian Pucey. But the Bludger changed direction in midair and shot straight for Harry again.

That's not right, that has been tampered with. But by who? And why? "Minerva, I must speak to Severus" I tell her.

"Of course, is everything alright?" she asks me.

"I'm not sure, it could be nothing" I tell her. Then hurry to the teachers box. As I pass through the stands I see Harry dodge the rogue bludger twice. As well as Fred and George hitting it away. But it always circled back to Harry. Like Harry had been marked. "Severus, I take it you've noticed the bludger" I say as I sit beside him.

"Yes, quiet troublesome. But Potter seems to be handling it well" he states.

"Even so, how could it of been tampered with? It's been locked up since Gryffindors last practice" I tell him.

"Slytherin lead, sixty points to zero" Lee announces.

"True, I'm sure if it becomes to much the match will be cancelled" he tells me.

"You'd like it if that happened" I state.

"No, I believe in winning fairly though my team has always played dirty. We never go this far" he states. Oliver Wood calls a time out. The match resumes and I look through my binoculars. The rain was falling more heavily now.

On Madam Hooch's whistle, Harry kicked hard into the air. Higher and higher Harry climbed; he looped and swooped, spiraled, zigzagged, and rolled. Avoiding another fierce dive from the Bludger. The rogue Bludger was heavy and couldn't change direction as quickly as Harry could; he began a kind of roller-coaster ride around the edges of the stadium.

"He truly is a natural like his father" I say smiling. Snape grunts in agreement. Harry turned right over and sped in the opposite direction.

"Training for the ballet, Potter?!" Draco yells. As Harry was forced to do a stupid kind of twirl in midair to dodge the Bludger. For an agonizing moment, Harry hung in midair.

"He's seen the snitch" Snape mutters.

"I'm so winning the bet" I tell him smirking.

WHAM.

Harry had stayed still a second too long. The Bludger had hit him at last, smashed into his elbow. Dimly dazed no doubt by the searing pain in his arm, he slid sideways on his rain-drenched broom. One knee still crooked over it, his right arm dangling useless at his side. The Bludger came pelting back for a second attack. Harry swerved out of the way.

Then Harry shots towards Draco at full speed. Harry took his remaining hand off his broom and made a wild snatch. Only gripping the broom with his legs. With a splattering thud he hit the mud and rolled off his broom. His arm was hanging at a very strange angle. "Harry Potter has caught the snitch, Gryffindor wins!" Lee shouts.

I summon Harry's broom and fly down to him. I arrive to see him past out. I notice the bludger heading our way and point my wand at it. "Finite Incantatem" I say shooting a spell at it. The bludger is destroyed. Dumbledore can buy a new one using money from my vault.

I turn back to Harry to see Lockhart hoovering over him with his wand. "Oh no you don't" I growl. "Expelliarmus" I say disarming him. "Harry needs a proper healer not a wannabee" I sneer. "Wingardium leviosa" I say levitating Harry and lead him to the hospital wing.

"Place him in the third bed on the left" Madame Pomfrey tells me. I do so and she examines his arm. "Broken in multiple places, I can heal the bones just fine. But he'll have to stay the night to make sure his arm functions properly and there's no permanent damage" she states.

"Of course, do what you can" I tell her. "Just don't let Lockhart near him" I add.

"Certainly not" she says agreeing with me. I leave and go mark more papers. Then go to dinner before my night patrol. Since the attack on Mrs Norris Dumbledore has had us teachers patrolling the corridors at night. Along with the prefects, head boy and girl.

(Later that night)

It's nearly time for my shift to end and for McGonagall to take over while I report to Dumbledore. I was heading up the stairs when I find Collin Creevey petrified holding his camera. A bowl of grapes beside him and spiders on the window sill. I sent a patronus to Dumbledore. As I took Collin to the hospital wing, Dumbledore and McGonagall join me.

"Get Madam Pomfrey" he whispers to McGonagall as we enter the hospital wing. Professor McGonagall hurried past the end of Harry's bed out of sight. I place Collin on an empty bed. Professor McGonagall swept back into view, closely followed by Madam Pomfrey, who was pulling a cardigan on over her nightdress.

"What's happened?" she asks.

"Another attack" Dumbledore states.

"I found him on the stairs with a bowl of grapes. I think he was coming to visit Harry" I state.

"Petrified?" she asks him a whisper.

"I'm afraid so" I say.

"But I shudder to think ... If Albus hadn't of had us patroling- who knows what might have" McGonagall says. "Did you see anything Camille?" she asks me.

"No, just the grapes and spiders on the window sill" I tell her. Dumbledore leaned forward and wrenched the camera out of Colin's rigid grip. "You don't think he managed to get a picture of his attacker?" I ask him.

Dumbledore didn't answer, as he opened the back of the camera. "Good gracious!" Madam Pomfrey exclaims. As a jet of steam had hissed out of the camera. "Melted, all melted" she says.

"What does this mean, Albus?" Professor McGonagall asks him urgently.

"It means, that the Chamber of Secrets is indeed open again" he answers. Madam Pomfrey clapped a hand to her mouth. Professor McGonagall and I star at Dumbledore.

"But, Dumbledore... surely ... who?" I ask him.

"The question is not who" Dumbledore tells me with his eyes on Colin. "The question is, how?" he states. "We must tell the students in the morning, tell them all not to wonder after curfew or alone" he adds.

"I'll alert the other heads of house, have them notify their students" McGonagall tells him.

"Good, I shall take over patrol while you do that" he tells her. "Camille, you have done well tonight. Go rest" he tells me. I nod my head and return to my chambers. I prepared for bed and lay on it looking up at the ceiling. I don't know when, but I eventually drifted off to sleep plague by nightmares of when this last happened before I was even born.

A/N

Gif above of Harry dodging the rogue bludger and picture on the external link of the petrified Collin Creevey.