The Cursed Soul

Chapter 33

*Trigger Warning! The content you were about to read contains violence and murder, not suitable for young readers.*

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HERMIONE

I knew Iro as a strong and confident young wizard. And if anything troubles or scares him, he could perfectly cover it with ease. Even when he faced and fought the troll last year back in the bathroom and down the dungeons. But looking at the boy now ~ none shows any of those qualities. Of course it was understandable for Iro was just no older than five in this memory. And being abducted by seven men each with knives and scary looking faces, it was normal for a kid like him to tremble in fear.

"Sorry kiddos!" suddenly voiced out by one of the men. He marched forward while playing with the knife in his hand. "You have to witness such... unpleasant scene earlier. But if we want this work clean, you gave us no choice but to dispose of the two of you in this instance like what we did to the woman back there earlier." The man looks like he is in his mid 30's while not showing any sign of remorse to the two kids in front of them.

Anger immediately surged through me. And I couldn't help but run in between them, protecting the two from these murderers, only realizing I was just looking in a mere memory of my friend.

"Please just let us go. We didn't see anything back there, a-a-I promise!" I turned my head around to see the boy who was still taking his stand, protecting the younger. His skin is tanned which weirdly perfectly matches his silky gray hair and honey brown eyes. I haven't seen this boy before, but his face is somewhat familiar. Despite the situation I am in, or watching, my mind tried to match that face to anyone I could think of. And when I finally did... none but horror struck me. This young lad is Iro's foster brother – Mrs. Figg's deceased son.

"Has something happened to him before?" memories of me talking to Harry suddenly came crashing back to my mind.

"Well... Mrs. Figg had a son."

"Had?"

"He's two years older than Iro. One night, the two were kidnapped. The police couldn't find them anywhere. But the next thing we know, they were in front of their house. Soaked in blood and wet. Unconscious. Mrs. Figg's son was already dead. I only saw a glimpse of the two, but it was enough to know they were in a horrible condition. I don't know the whole story. No one does actually... Literally. Even Iro himself."

"When Iro was found, he just kept mumbling and mumbling. Mentioning names nonstop... Luke, Bianca, ... He kept saying different names I haven't heard before, and some other weird stuff like war, prophecy, giants."

What I remember sent shivers down through my spine. Was this the night Harry was referring to? Why would Iro forget about this? Was it because it was too traumatizing that his mind made him forget, or there's something else?

My mind was halved by those thoughts, while the other was occupied by the words Harry had mentioned. Bianca – the war, the giants; Scenes and creatures that perfectly match the memories I've witnessed before this. And Bianca, it was the name shouted by the sea green eyed boy to the girl who was crushed by the bronze giant. I'd like to think it was all a coincidence but why would those memories be in Iro's mind if he wasn't there at all?

Unless...

I looked once more into Iro's eyes and there I saw the same unique sea green eyes of the boy with the golden sword. They looked exactly alike, radiating the same sort of emotions. But I feel like there's something off to the young lad in front of me. But I couldn't think what...