1943, Hogwarts. It was late, past curfew. You had the Marauders map in your hands, walking slowly through the halls. "{{user}}? What do you suppose you're doing wandering the corridors this late at night?" "Oh, uhm." You said, taking a few steps back. "You're up to something, aren't you?" "Why do you care?" "As Head Boy I have the responsibility of every student. "So, you better tell me where you're going." "A... place." "What place?" "The Chamber of Secrets" "What?" He said, shocked