Chapter 1 - when the blondie sleepwalks

                                    

                                          


A second-year Slytherin boy with slicked-back platinum blonde hair loitered in the hallway, the Daily Prophet clutched in his arm. News about someone being attacked at the girl's bathroom amused him – but it proved his father's teachings even more; that Dumbledore was incapable of being a Headmaster, and Hogwarts reputation under anyone but Pureblood will only besmirch the entire Wizarding reputation. The moving picture of Dumbledore trying to shoo away Rita Skeeter added to the hilarity of it all. 
Wandering alone in the hallway that leads to the dungeon – he wondered where Crabbe and Goyle are. Those two goons are usually by his side 24/7 like a glue – which annoyed him but he needed a person or two to made it look like he was served like a Prince. He was nicknamed a "Slytherin Prince" and did not deny or refute to that given sobriquet. 
Must be pigging out at this hour, he scoffed, imagining them shoving the cakes in their chubby faces. 
The youngest wealthy heir of the wealthiest family in the wizarding world almost let out a yelp as he heard a very soft, almost imperceptible hum coming from the distance. He halted his steps to get a clearer recognition of the owner of the voice. There were plenty of ghosts in Hogwarts, sure. But he watched a muggle horror movie while his cousin, Nymphadora Tonks babysat him when he was little. Suffice to say, he was terrified of muggle ghosts than Nearly Headless Nick. 
Rumors about Chambers of Secrets have been opened spread like wildfire – students stormed into their rooms in fear and agony as Mrs. Norris hanging upside down on a torch bracket, completely frozen and petrified. The blonde boy was pretty sure the famous boy who lived or the Mudblood was behind this. He scoffed at the idea of thinking about Harry Potter – he came from nothing but all of a sudden he's the best seeker in Hogwarts, survived plenty of attacks, and the whole school swoon over the mention of his name? 
From that day he was rejected by the Scarhead – he vowed to make his life in Hogwarts miserable. 
A sound of light footsteps snapped him from his insatiable thoughts of ways to torture Harry Potter and his other two bodyguards. Right in front of him, several metres away – a little girl with unruly honey-blonde hair was walking, her pose slightly slumped while a stuffed animal clutched tightly in her arms. She was wearing a long-pink gown that almost reached her feet, furtively humming a tone that echoed throughout the empty hall, and pink bunny slippers that looked too big for her tiny feet. 
"Who in Salazar's name is this freak?" he muttered, not too loud but still in her hearing periphery – however she continued walking, like nothing or no one was there with her. 
Her pajama along with her light blonde hair made her stood out so bright in the bleak night of Hogwarts. Are those...radish earrings? Blimey... 
His eyes had to adjust to the brightness she subjected on him – and he squinted his eyes in disgust, as if she was a bright sun that obscured his peripheral view. 
"Urghhh," he grunted, but he followed behind her out of curiosity. He didn't bother in making it discreet since she looked like she didn't notice his presence – and she was heading towards...the Grand Staircase?
Surely enough, the staircases that seemed infinite were moving in different direction and the tumultuous sounds almost made it impossible for her to hear him in case he shouted. Didn't she know about how the Staircases change? Why is she so confident striding through it like a lunatic? Her oddities seemed to bother him. 
She must be one of the Professor's daughter – too small even for a first year, he thought. 
"Hey!" he called her out, and she ignored him much to his dismay. If she let out another step – she'd lost her footing and tumbled down. The young boy shuddered on what could have happened. No, he did not have an ounce of pity towards her – it's just that the portraits on the wall noticed of the girl's ignoramus demeanour and even shouted "Be careful little girl!" and "Do something you boy!" most of them stared in horror, hands covering their mouth dramatically.