"Hermione, what is going on here?" Harry whispered, but it seemed as though he was yelling in an ice filled valley.She frowned but still responded.
"Harry, Lucius Malfoy just came in here and left, Snape followed. Something is going to happen, and that couldn't be good." Draco walked over and sat in a seat next to Harry.
"I think they are planning something. And I agree with Hermione, it won't be good." Then Ron chirped in.
"So, what do you think they are planning?" The room again went silent. Normally, if there was any question such as this, a great discussion would come over the class, but there was no doubt in anyone's mind what they were planning.
"Why didn't Lucius take you with him, Draco?" Bulma said in a none hushed tone.
"I don't know, I wish he had. I even asked, but he just looked at me like I was Potter here, and left. He never really has liked me much." As soon as he said that Vegeta walked in, a quiet, solemn, and dreadful expression was on his face. His eyes were red, his face wet, and small cuts and bruises all over his legs, as though he had been constantly falling into the ground and hitting things on the way down.
"Vegeta! What happened? Are you okay?" Bulma shouted and ran forward to him, but stopped about half-way. He was not himself, or Voldemort, or anyone else. It seemed that he was torn in two and destroyed inside. He was in pain, goring pain that made the world and atmosphere around him scream for a cure, a cure for the one thing that could not be cured. He was alone in the crowd again, his emotions were taking over that room. Several girls began to whisper, Bulma had tears again riding the saddles of her cheeks. Harry, Ron and Hermione looked down in a shared pain.
"There is a problem with a class with no teacher, isn't there." He stated as he walked up to the front.His voice was chilling but comforting. He was going to teach the class more than anything any other teacher could.
"Well, seeing as we have no teacher, we will just have to make due with what we've got. Pull out your wands. Then break your cauldron, smash it, step all over it, crunch it. I don't care how, but do it." Hermione looked angry, but he just smiled so she did what she was told. The other students were having the time of their lives. Destroying the cauldrons was fun.
"Now, point your wands at one piece of your cauldron and say "Acculos Repairo." That should fix it quickly, then get out your ingredients for making potions." The room was filled with laughter and the whole class had their cauldrons fixed and were getting out their items.
"Now, fill them with water. Then add Snake fangs and porcupine quills, two fangs, five quills, and lets get mixing." The class did exactly as they were told, even Neville got it right. They all had potoins mixing the same colors, and it was quite impressive to see the room filled with steam of a lavender shade. Vegeta smiled. He was trying to make himself happy by doing something they could do if the room was lively.
"Wands out. A small bird has been placed on each of your desks. I want you to look at it, and feel as much hatred towards it that you can. Despise it, it ate your favorite toy, pet, bit you, and is now attacking your best friend with venomous fangs. Just hate the thing as though it hates you back. Then point your wand at it, with enjoyment, and yell "Crucio!" Do not point this at anyone else, or a fate that you do not want will greet you merrily." The room was filled with the screaming of birds, they were yelling with pain, but it quickly stopped, the other students couldn't handle it. Bulma looked at Vegeta questoinably, but again did as he said. Her bird yelled with agony again, much louder, and much more pain could be heard.
"STOP IT!" Neville yelled. He was in tears now, and the room was staring at him. Vegeta smiled again.
"Neville, this is a chance to overcome the fear that has haunted you for so long. You know they will return, and you want to fight them. You want revenge. This is a teacher, a way to prevent this new war from taking the love away from those who need it most. If you care so much, then you will take great pride in learning how to use this curse against those who have hurt you with it before." Neville's face immediately cleared up. He pointed his wand at the bird with hatred written on his face.
"CRUCIO!!" He yelled. The bird screamed, the room was filled with the young bird's twisting scream, it was louder than any scream any of them had heard, all except Vegeta, Bulma, and Harry. Neville had also heard this scream as his parents had been driven insane by the curse he was using on the bird. All of the people looked at him in fear. Vegeta was grinning, he seemed to enjoy the Dark Arts, especially in action. But, he quickly grew tired of the yelping of the nestling and decided to shut it up.
"Avada Kedavra." He yelled and the bird grew silent as the green light emitted from his wand made contact with the animal, less than a foot from Neville"s face. But Vegeta hit the creature dead on, and dead it became. The sudden silence of the room sent chills down the spines of the students.
"Harry, that is the most powerful unforgiveable curse, in case you wanted to know. The other is the Imperious curse. To perform any of these, you must use your hatred and anger as you say the curse, but these emotions must be enjoyed. If you want to practice these curses, I advise you do not use them on other students. If you do, Azkaban will be your new home. If you want to know what I'm telling you this for, it is simply this. Preparation for the future. If you know power now, then later you can use it to defend yourself. For your next lesson, bring a small bag of marbles. You will see what using a little thought can do to help you. No homework except for practicing, and avoid teachers when you practice. Oh, and the marbles." The class applauded, not only because they had no homework except to break the rules, but because they had learned several things, from killing people to reviving yourself. It was amazing. The kids didn't want to leave Potions.
"Hey, Vegeta! I didn't know you could perform the three coolest curses around!" Draco exclaimed as he, Harry, Hermione, Ron,Bulma,Crabbe, Goyle, Neville and Vegeta walked to the Great hall together. They were all talking about things such as Quidditch when a voice sounded.
"All students are to report to their dormitories, at once."
"Man! Well, see you guys when we find out what is going on." Draco started off, but Vegeta called him off.
"Draco, come on. We can go to the second floor and check it out." Bulma yelled after he had stopped. She smiled.
"Hacked into the scool intercom system, that came from the second floor. You guys want to find out what could be going on. You know, that since Snape left, something could be up that we need to know in our now Dark Arts class against the Dark Arts. So, seeing as this could be vital, care to join me?" Vegeta nodded, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle all did the same. Neville didn't nod, but he was following them any way. They went up the corridor and saw the writing. The teachers hadn't gotten up there yet, or they had already left.
The Chamber of Secrets has been opened, Enemies of the heir, beware.
"Oh my gosh...it...it is written in...blood" Hermione whimpered. Harry and Vegeta stood in the front, staring at the wall as though they had seen it somewhere. Bulma was comforting Hermione while Draco and Neville stared into space. Ron was on his knees and Crabbe and Goyle were trying to get Draco to explain to them what had just happened. Then they heard a sound coming from the corridors and realized that the teacheres were on their way, and they couldn't escape. Filch was the first to arrive, and they noticed Mrs. Norris hanging from a torch. Bulma gasped and they all stared at the slowly approaching group of teachers in desperate knowledge that they might soon be expelled, or worse... That was the start of an interesting year, and soon, they would see why.
