Hermione Granger was a muggleborn. Normally this insignificant fact held no weight in her busy brain. The past few months though, she had begun to think about it more and more. She was in danger – the chamber of secrets was targeting people with her lineage. She wasn't scared though; she was angry.

Hermione was determined to get to the bottom of this to protect the witches and wizards like her. Collin Creevey had been a tough blow. She had been trying to work things out with Harry and Ron but they had no idea what was truly going on.

Weird voices in the walls, Hagrid's secret monster, an old diary, and chicken blood, all of these were connected and it was her job to figure out how. So she grabbed a mirror and ran to the one place that could give her answers: the library.