Title: The Return of Merlin (Year 2)

Rating: T

Summary: Sandra Snow returns for her second year with the Chamber of Secrets being opened and a pretty boy as a Defense teacher. She's going to have another year of trying to keep Harry from getting killed as the other houses look at Slytherin with hate. Sequel to The Return of Merlin (Year 1)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Rowling's characters and I'm making nothing from this.

Chapter 3

The next morning was what you call a nightmare. I was in a bad mood with having to put up with Malfoy and I couldn't believe that the Slytherin's first class was Defense Against the Dark Arts. Lockhart looked like he couldn't save a bug from anything.

"At least you won't get sick," Harry said.

"No, I'll probably die in his class from how much beauty products that he uses," I retorted.

I later on found out that Lockhart had almost made Harry late for Herbology.

Defense turned out to be a nightmare. Even if I wasn't going to get sick being around him I wasn't having a good time. The symbols that were part of the curse were all around. Since I knew that not a single Defense teacher had lasted more than a year then it would be better just to let the curse remain in affect so that he would leave. I really hoped the next one, next year, was better.

The bell ringing was a blessing.

The next class was Charms, which was wonderful. Everyone moaned when Professor Flitwick had them working on second year charms and more than half of them were having trouble. However, I did the charm correctly on the first try earning ten points to Slytherin.

"She thinks that she's so smart," I heard Pansy say as I headed for lunch.

I snorted at that.

When I was done eating, I didn't care for the conversation around me or interested in talking to anyone else, I headed outside to join Harry and Hermione. When I told her that a house elf had kept the letters from Harry she stared at me and then at Harry.

"His name is Dobby," Harry told her.

"Don't worry; I doubt that he'll come back around."

I also told them what Aslan said about how come the barrier wouldn't let us through.

"You don't think that he struck again," Harry wondered.

"I'm sure of it," I said.

"Great," he muttered.

Of course Harry had to have bad luck with both a boy name Colin Creevy and Lockhart himself. I glared at them both as they tried to get Harry to take a photo. Of course Draco Malfoy just had to come along as well. I grabbed Harry and we headed inside, all the while Colin protesting.

"Thanks," he said.

"You're my brother," I told him, "I'm not having you put up with that alone."

"Thanks," he repeated.

That afternoon we had a free afternoon and I wouldn't find out what had happened with Harry until later on in the week.

"Guess who got on the team," I heard Crabbe telling Pansy.

It was Saturday morning and I had woken up late so that I didn't have to listen to the other girls.

"Who?"

"Draco," he answered and I mentally moaned.

I pretended to be working so that none of them would see the glare that was coming from me. Oh I bet he used his money to get on the team.

"And McGonagall is putting Potter on the Gryffindor team."

I closed my book and put my things away.

"Figures," Pansy snarled. "And where are you going?"

"None of your business," I said, "All this Quidditch talk is making me sick."

"Because you don't have any talent," she said, "Except showing us how much of a mudblood that you are."

I walked out of the common room.

I went to the library and found Hermione doing her work. I sat down and looked at her. She looked up from what she was doing.

"What's wrong?"

"Stinking Malfoy got on the team," I hissed.

Hermione sighed.

"But I'm glad that Harry got on the team," I went on. "At least I can watch Malfoy get his butt kicked."

Hermione grinned.

"Oh our favorite butt kicking Slytherin," a boy said and I turned to see Fred Weasley standing there.

"We all know there's only one," I told him.

"Alas, true," he said. "So I heard that you're not happy that Malfoy got on the team."

I crossed my arms and said, "The only reason that he got on is because he has money and no talent. He's going to spend the whole game bullying Harry."

"Don't worry; we'll make sure that he doesn't do much bullying."

I sighed.

"I know that you're worried about him," Hermione said.

"Yeah, he's grown on me," I said.

"I'm sure that he'll be glad to hear you say that."

"Thanks," I said.

I left Hermione and Fred behind and headed back to the Slytherin common room. It was nice to be around my real friends and not a bunch of pureblood morons. Thankfully I only had five more years to go before I could leave Hogwarts behind and all the morons that were in it. I walked past Professor Snape's office and that's when I came up with an idea. After checking that Snape wasn't in I magically unlocked the door and made the wards not respond to someone entering without permission. To the wards I was Snape.

I grabbed some ingredients that I needed and left, leaving things the way that it had been. I was going to pay back Malfoy for buying his way on the team. I headed for my secret lab near Merlin's library. The only ones that knew about it were Harry and Hermione.

"You're planning something," Alsan said.

"I'm going to pay back Malfoy for getting on the team," I told him, "He has more money and no brains."

I heard Alsan chuckling and I got to work.

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A/N: Don't you love it when a good Slytherin plots.

Another Author's Note: My net is back and I will be updating more often.