Rise Of House Cason

Artland researched the Basilisk for a couple more hours. Closing the book, he left the library and went to the Room of Requirement. Cedric was already in there practicing when Art entered. Disarming the dummy, he walked over to Art.

"Can you teach me that trick you do with your patronus?" Cedric asked.

"Sure but I have something to tell you." Art started to tell him about what Dumbledore told him about the Chamber of Secrets.

"So what is the monster?" Cedric asked, his brows furrowing.

"I figured that out to." Art said, taking out a book from his bag. He flipped the book open to a page with a giant snake on it. "A Basilisk."

Cedric read the page and started to frown. "Art this is a class XXXXX level beast. We can't take on a Basilisk."

"We need to stop it or it will kill someone." Art said seriously.

"It will kill us Art! We can't even look at it!" Cedric argued.

"I know… but we can't do nothing."

"Tell the teachers then. Tell Dumbledore!"

"I will tell him. But we still need to be on the lookout."

The two of them went silent as they looked at the picture of the giant snake. Even a picture sent shivers down their spines.

'I'm going to send a letter to Mrs. Scamander.'

Art spent the rest of the afternoon practicing with Cedric, showing him how to make his patronus speak and send messages. Art left the room with Cedric still practicing the spell. He smiled to himself, knowing that Ced wouldn't leave until he mastered it.

The weather started to turn colder and Quidditch was in full swing. The twins were busy with practice leaving Art and Cedric practicing in the Room of Requirement alone. They had a game coming up against Slytherin and Wood was pushing them harder than ever.

"You going to the game?" Cedric asked. His wolf patronus was beside him. He still hadn't mastered the spell but was becoming closer.

"Maybe. I have Healing class with Madam Pomfrey." he said. He went to a couple of games to support the twins but didn't make a habit of it.

"We should go." Cedric said, making his patronus disappear.

"Fine." Art said.

The next day they went down to breakfast and saw the Gryffindor team in their uniforms. Fred and George were cracking jokes trying to ease the teams nerves. The Slytherin team acquired new brooms from Mr. Malfoy and were much faster than the Gryffindor team. Art knew that Harry was under a lot of pressure.

Sitting down next to Harry, Art grabbed a few breakfast sausages. "Better eat Harry. Need your strength." he said with a smirk.

"Let's go team." Wood said, leaving the table and headed towards the Quidditch pitch.

Art left the Great Hall and headed toward the Hospital Wing. He had class with Pomfrey this morning and was going to tell her that he was going to watch the game instead.

"Hello professor." he said, walking into the hospital wing.

"Artland! Good to see you." Madam Pomfrey said.

"I can't stay professor. I just came to tell you that I am going to watch the game today." he said with a guilty expression.

"No problem my boy. I'm sure there will be injuries after the game so come by after." she said, clearly disapproving of the dangerous sport.

"Of course professor." Art smiled, leaving.

He made his way to the pitch and climbed the huge stands. He saw Cedric sitting with Gryffindors and made his way towards him.

Sitting down, he asked, "How's the game going?"

"Slytherin is crushing them. They're too fast." Cedric said with a frown, "There is something wrong with that Bludger to." He pointed at a bludger that was attacking Harry.

Art watched it as Fred sent it flying away only to come back at Harry.

"Somethings wrong." he frowned. "It's bewitched."

"They need to stop the game and figure out what is happening." Cedric said.

"They can't or they forfeit."

Soon Wood called a timeout and gathered the Gryffindor team. Madam Hooch still didn't call the game and the game continued. Harry dodged and maneuvered around the bludger. Art saw Harry hesitate for a moment and the bludger slammed into his arm. Art flinched as he heard a crack from a bone breaking. Harry seemed possessed and dove towards Malfoy and soon caught the snitch.

The Gryffindor fans erupted in cheers. Art made his way down to the pitch and saw Harry lying on the ground holding his arm. Lockhart made his way over and tried to heal Harry's arm. Art was horrified when the bones in Harry's arm disappeared.

Art made his way over and pushed Lockhart away.

"Idiot." Art said, grabbing Harry and took him to the hospital wing.

When Pomfrey saw Harry's arm she almost exploded. "You should have come straight to me or at least Artland! I can mend bones in a second but growing them back-"

"You will be able to right?" Harry asked desperately.

"Of course I can but it will be extremely painful." she said looking at Harry, "You're in for a rough night."

Harry paled at her words but Art placed his hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry. You will be fine."

Art left the hospital later that night and headed back to the dormitory. He suddenly felt a strong emotion causing him to tense up. He looked around but couldn't find anything. He felt heavy killing intent mixed with a hunger for blood.

'The Basilisk!'

Art took out a book from his bag and turned the cover into a mirror. He used the mirror to look around corners before running down them. Running down the hall he saw a small boy frozen with his camera in his hand.

"Shit another attack!" Artland said. He conjured his patronus and sent it away to Dumbledore.

Art approached the boy and found he was petrified. If he remembered correctly the boys name was Colin and he was a first year. Soon Dumbledore and McGonagall came. McGonagall was still in her nightgown and had curls in her hair.

"What happened Mrs. Cason!" McGonagall said.

"I found him when I was walking back to my dorm." Art said calmly. He looked at Dumbledore trying to tell him he needed to talk to him.

"Please take Mr. Creevey to the hospital wing." Dumbledore said quietly.

The teachers left, leaving Art and Dumbledore alone.

"It's a Basilisk professor. The monster in the Chamber of Secrets is a Basilisk. That's how it is petrifying students. I could feel it's killing intent." Art said quickly.

"A Basilisk… I thought so."

"Who is controlling it though. Parseltongues are rare and I don't know anyone who is one." Art said, frowning deep in thought.

"I know who is controlling it… just it is impossible that he is controlling it." Dumbledore muttered to himself.

"Who is controlling it professor?" Art said shocked.

"The same person who opened last time. The last descendant of Salazar Slytherin, Voldemort." Dumbledore said quietly.

Art's blood went cold and a fierce expression appeared on his face. "He is the castle again?"

Dumbledore shook his head slowly, "My sources say he is hiding in the forest of Albania."

"So how?" Art asked confused.

"I don't know Art. I don't know." Dumbledore said, his blue eyes flashed.

Art said goodnight to Dumbledore and headed back to his dorm. He stayed up and pondered how Voldemort was opening the Chamber of Secrets without being here.

He felt restless and opened a book and tried to find an answer to how Voldemort was opening the Chamber. Coming up empty he laid back into bed and closed his eyes trying to sleep.