Heaven's Riddle: Unveiling Secrets of Love and Magic || T.M.R x OC x D.M

A Mysterious Encounter

"Miss Pendragon, come with me! Fast," urged McGonagall, her tone urgent and demanding. Intrigued, I followed her swiftly, anticipation building within me. After a short while, we arrived before a solid wooden door, its presence intriguing and mysterious.

Opening the door, McGonagall gestured for me to enter. "Come in," she said, her voice a mix of authority and concern. I stepped inside, the room revealing itself as a cozy study, adorned with a grand fireplace and windows that offered a captivating view of the Training Grounds. Behind a concealed door, a modest stone-floored bedroom awaited.

"From today onward, you will reside here until you receive your admission letter. This is my office, and our dedicated elves will assist you with all necessary arrangements. Your primary education will commence tomorrow. And above all, remember not to leave the room unless absolutely necessary, and avoid engaging with any other students," she instructed firmly, her gaze fixed upon me.

A wave of astonishment washed over me as I absorbed the multitude of rules. Summoning my courage, I ventured to ask, "Umm... Professor, why is it unsafe to venture outside? Is... Can he also reach this place?" Uncertainty clouded my voice as I referred to the mysterious threat that loomed over us all.

McGonagall stared at me for a moment, her expression a mixture of understanding and resignation. With a sigh, she spoke, "I comprehend that this is a lot to absorb in a single day. However, time is not on our side, dear. We must prepare ourselves diligently. None of us wishes to cause you harm. 'You Know Who' has countless followers who may disguise themselves as students, guardians, or even teachers. Therefore, I strongly advise you against any form of communication."

"Understood," I murmured, my compliance evident.

"Oh, and do remember, the prompt arrival of your letter will be determined by your performance," she added, her gaze unwavering behind her glasses.

Smiling and saluting, I responded, "Yes, ma'am!"

♪ ♬ Time Skip (1 week later) ♬ ♪

One week had passed since I arrived at Hogwarts, and my understanding of the various subjects, the education system, the Ministry of Magic, and the wizarding world had grown significantly. I had also delved into the enigmatic life of the person we dare not name. Born out of a loveless union, he endured neglect during his childhood, yet he emerged as a brilliant alumnus of this esteemed institution. Such a complex existence, but his unforgivable actions overshadow any sympathy for his unfortunate past.

I refrain from uttering his name, for fear grips everyone except the Headmaster himself, who remains unyielding to his false dominion. Professor McGonagall had cautioned me against speaking his name, though the reason behind it remained unknown to me. I must prepare myself to confront him, aware of the tales surrounding the legendary Harry Potter, which I learned from a nearly headless ghost. Hogwarts harbors many friendly spirits, yet I remain cautious of Peeves, notorious for his mischief and gossip.

Tom Marvolo Riddle. There is an inexplicable allure within that name. Although I have not witnessed his true countenance, an uncanny fascination pulls me towards this seemingly inhuman being. Perhaps it's a connection I cannot comprehend.

"Shit!" I cursed, suddenly realizing the lateness of the hour. "Wampi? Wampi!" I called for the elf who usually brought me food at this time.

Emerging from the bedroom, I found Professor McGonagall absent from her office. She had ventured to the Great Hall this time. Scanning the corridor, I hoped to spot another professor, but none were in sight.

Without wasting a moment, I decided to search for the kitchen. With dinner still an hour away, the students would likely remain indoors. But where could I find the elusive kitchen?

"Oops! Ah! Sorry, Professor..." I exclaimed, colliding with someone unexpectedly.

Standing before me was a striking young man, possessing a fair, pointed face and blonde hair. I caught my breath, momentarily captivated by his presence. Who was he? His eyes held a veil of mystery, suggesting hidden pain beneath his outward arrogance.

"Who are you?" he inquired, snapping me back to reality.

"Uh-huh... actually... um... could you please direct me to the kitchen?" I stammered, my mind still awestruck.

"Tell me the truth, who are you?"

"Who am I? What? I'm just a student, silly!" I replied, my confusion evident.

"I've never seen you before. So, which House do you belong to?" he pressed further, his gaze fixed on my robes. Ah, Slytherin...

"I am from Ravenclaw, in the same batch as Luna," I answered, recalling Professor Flitwick's mention of a talented girl named Luna in Ravenclaw.

"Oh!" he exclaimed, his curiosity piqued. "And who are you, mister?"

His raised eyebrows and surprised expression caught me off guard. "Actually, I don't interact with others," I confessed.

"Oh, by the way, I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy," he introduced himself, his gaze still fixed on me. "And you?"

Malfoy? The name sent a chill down my spine. Wasn't his father associated with the Death Eaters? What should I do now? Think, Leah, think.

"Hey! What's the matter with you? I asked for your name, not a command to kill someone. Why do you suddenly turn so pale?" he inquired, his tone laced with contempt.

"Oh! My name is He-Heaven, Heaven Diangelo."

"Diangelo? I've never heard of such a pureblood family. So, are you a mudblood?" he sneered, provoking a surge of anger within me.

"Listen closely, Draco, or should I say duck? Despite your prestigious lineage, it does not grant you the right to belittle others. Is this what your family taught you? To defame and degrade?" I retorted mockingly. "Remember, true greatness stems not from bloodlines but from one's actions."

He stared at me momentarily, then averted his gaze, asking, "Why are you out at this hour?" His voice betrayed a tangle of hidden emotions. Deciding not to press further, I spared him any more questions.

"I was actually looking for the kitchen. I had a lot of reading left, so I couldn't make it to dinner..." I began explaining, but before I could finish, he interrupted.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, still looking away. Taken aback, I replied, "Yes."

Without another word, he retrieved a green apple from his pocket and instructed me to proceed beneath the Great Hall, descending the staircase that led to the Hufflepuff Basement. There, I was to tickle a pear within a painting of a fruit bowl. The pear would respond with a giggle and transform into a large green door handle, unveiling the entrance to the Hogwarts kitchens.

With that, he hastened away, leaving me staring after him. What an arrogant jerk! Well, let's see what awaits me in the kitchen.