This is your official notice that the first chapter of Harry Potter And Slytherin's Chamber has officially gone up on ff net – link on my profile! In case you're not sure whether to read or not, here's a teaser from the beginning of Chapter 1: What The Dursleys Did Next

"He's out." The acerbic voice of Petunia Dursley travelled down the phone line.

"Do you know when he might be back, Mrs Dursley?" Hermione returned politely.

"No." Petunia snapped.

"Well then, do you know where he's gone?" Hermione persisted.

"No." Petunia repeated shortly. "Is that all?"

"I... er... I suppose so." Hermione flinched at the harsh click as the elder woman hung up. She bit her lip as she looked up at her father, who had stayed with her as she made the call.

"She said he was out again, did she?" He asked, frowning as Hermione nodded in agreement. "And you've not spoken to him at all this week, not since the station?"

"No, Daddy." Hermione's lower lip trembled. "I haven't talked to him at all."

"Perhaps it's about time to call my friend in Child Services." Mr Granger mused aloud. "Get him to escalate the concern I called in." Hermione bit her lip again.

"Maybe... Maybe I should write to Draco first. His father did put that charm on Harry, he might know a little bit more." Hermione's jaw set as she came to a decision. Her father sighed, having seen the same expression on the face of his wife many times – usually indicating he was about to lose an argument.

"Well then, sweetheart, why don't you go write your letter, and I'll tell your Mum we're taking a trip to London, so you can send it at that post office of yours. The sooner we send it, the sooner you'll get a reply."

"Thank you Daddy!" Hermione ran up and wrapped her arms around her father, hugging him tightly.

"Maybe we'll see about getting you an owl for yourself while we're there. Might save us from travelling into London so often." Mr Granger thought aloud, mentally tallying the cost in petrol of their recent number of trips to the capital. Looking down at his daughter he smiled, watching as she bounced up the stairs, mumbling happily to herself about an owl. "Don't forget that letter, Hermione!" He called after her as he resolved to go and tell her mother about the pet he'd just accidentally-on-purpose promised their daughter.