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Short AN here.

This chapter might be scuffed. Might have messed things up.

However enjoy.

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Arth spent the rest of the day running away from the ugly Cupid dwarves.

"Ah! There he is! Arthur Kingscrown, stop and receive your- someone stop that man!"

During charms class.

"Excuse me? I have a valentine's poem for Mr. Arthur Kingscrown, is he here."

"Ah yes, he sits right over there- oh, there he goes..."

The weird thing was that There wasn't just one dwarf out to get Arth, but several. It was as if Arth was being chased by another dwarf the moment he lost one.

And he couldn't get his god damn ability to activate. The only reason why he hadn't been caught yet was because of the randomly moving staircases.

Arthur has to just plain out skip class in order to avoid being caught.

However, the dwarfs were smarter than he expected.

They started to group up and march around together.

Instead of singing in front of Arth, they decided to sing out loud over and over again at all over the castle before moving on to the next.

"His eyes are as black as a dead fishes eye,

His hair is the color of obsidian dye,

He looks like he would make a great host,

He walks around like a ghost."

"...F**k."

"With hair so sleek, like a dog's fur,

His face so fair that it will incur

My heart to beat when he is around

However he is never to be found."

"...why are they all about me being hard to find."

The dwarves would even start to make their own songs.

"We're off to find the boy,

So hard to find, like a forgotten toy,

With hair the color of black,

To prove our skills don't lack."

Arth honestly preferred the songs that were premade than the dwarfs made themselves.

"Now all I have to do is not get caught and not run into the Slytherin monster."

Arth fell back into a wall and disappeared just as the dwarfs came marching near. He appeared out of another wall and took a left turn and opened the door.

"Now everybody, do not forget that- oh hello Mr. Kingscrown, I see that you have come back."

"Hello Professor Flitwick, I have come back."

"Sit down Mr. Kingscrown and you may choose to listen or not, I know that you probably know what my old brain is teaching in that brilliant mind of yours."

"Ahaha, Thank you."

Arth sat down best to Ron and Hermione with a tired look.

"I hate these dwarfs."

"So does Harry."

"Oh be quiet, at least you guys get valentines, Hermione and I haven't even gotten one yet."

"I don't really care about all this. I find it quite silly and distracting." Replied Hermione.

"Well how high and mighty you are Miss Granger." Said Ron sarcastically. "Please forgive our immature minds for wishing to have a significant other. You are going to be alone and survive by reading books."

"If it means sticking with a child like you, then I would takes books over you any day."

Arth sighed.

"Stop bickering won't you?"

Harry decided to speak up.

"Hey, I found something weird."

"What?"

"The diary I found, it's abnormal."

"Why?"

"Remember when I dropped my bag? Well when I did, I smashed my ink bottle and everything got covered in ink."

"So?"

"The diary is the only thing that isn't covered in ink."

"Must have been luck, unless the dairy is one of those fancy ones that people have that erase themselves when anything other than words are written in them." Said Ron sagely.

"It is a muggle diary though?"

"He could've had it enchanted."

"Maybe."

Harry nodded his head absentmindedly while staring at the book.

After, Harry didn't show up for lunch.

Arth and Ron decided to go search for Harry and decided to start with the dormitories first.

Arth and Ron entered through the dormitory door and saw Harry on his desk sweating.

"There you are," Ron said.

However Harry was quiet.

He was sweating furiously while jerking here and there.

"Oi mate, get up. What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Is he... taking drugs?"

Harry certainly looked as though he was in a land that wasn't here.

Suddenly, Harry let out a yell and fell to the floor.

Harry sat up. He was sweating and shaking.

"You ok?" said Ron, looking at him with concern.

"It was Hagrid, Ron. Hagrid opened the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago."

"What?"

Arth raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, yes, I know that. Did I forget to mention? Hagrid was accused and sent to Azkaban as a child, however the accusation is completely false as the pet that Hagrid kept was an Acromantula. And Acromantulas can't petrify with a glance."

Harry and Ron dropped their jaws.