in the end ~ d. malfoy

Chapter Six

𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟒

HARRY? HARRY POTTER? No, that can't be right.

At least, that was what she thought at first.

How - how could his name have even ended up inside the cup? Did he enter, somehow? No, he can't, considering what happened to Fred and George after they tried to cross the age line. An older student could have also done it, wait no, that wasn't possible. You could only put in your own name...........right?

These are the thoughts going through her head as she walks to her next divination lesson......or at least, tries to. All the corridors are starting to look indiscernible from each other, feeling like she's walking through a maze instead of just going to class like a normal person.

Maya nervously fingers the thin that hangs around her neck, a gift of sorts given to her by Nandini just before she left. A small, heart-shaped locket of gold, imbued with angel blood that supposedly "protects her", from who or what neither Magnus or her mother specified. She's been instructed to never take it off, no matter the circumstances, otherwise.......well, none of them went into further detail.

Their secrecy confuses her to no end. As far as Maya can tell, she's nobody in the Shadow or Wizarding world. Not many people even know of her existence, the few that do choosing to either ignore or treat her like any normal person. But both of her parents - well, one parent and a very concerned uncle - are acting like someone is after her, trying to hurt her. Like she's an eighty-year-old mafia boss with too many enemies to count.

What exactly are they hiding?

"Ow!"

Maya falls back on the ground, her materials spilling out of her black bag and scattering out onto the stone. She hisses at the sheer force of the impact, as a pale hand extends toward her.

"Sorry, erm - do you need any help?"

Cedric Diggory helps her to her feet, Maya shooting him a grateful look. She flicks her wand in a sweeping motion, the textbooks and quills levitating for a brief second before dropping neatly into her bag.

"I'm fine, thank you" she replies, politely, "I really should've watched where I was going-"

"It's not your fault, accidents happen" he replies, with a friendly smile, which then turns into a frown, "Not to be rude, but aren't you - um - supposed to be in class right now?"

"About that..." replies Maya, with a nervous laugh, "I....don't exactly know where the Divination classroom is"

Cedric chuckles, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, you're new here, I forgot" he laughs, "Um, just go all the way down the corridor over there - " he points to her left " - and take a right turn. The spiral staircase is what will take you to the classroom"

"Oh, um, thanks!" Maya replies, with a smile.

"Also" he adds, as she leaves, "Don't believe all of Professor Trelawney's bullshit. Every year, she likes to scare us by "predicting" that one student will die before the year ends-"

"What?!" sputters out Maya, stupefied.

"Don't question it. Last year it was me who she picked, and I still exist, so...."

"That's quite an interesting way to teach.."

"Luckily, I dropped Divination in fifth year," adds Cedric, a tinge of relief in his tone, "But it was quite an experience, to say the least. Just be careful with what you say to her. She tends to change her predictions to ghastly deaths if you piss her off