Being His Daughter CONTINUED

Reflections

Mudblood...

I stopped right in the middle of the corridor on my way to the library. My heart was thundering.

Mudblood...

That was definitely the Basilisk. I contemplated following it. I was already probably looking pretty suspicious to Dumbledore, whether he wanted to admit it or not. I groaned before following the hissing down the corridor. It shocked me to see that it led me straight to the library, where I was previously going.

I yanked the door open to enter just as someone came bustling out. I yelped as I put my hands out to stop them from running into me. They squealed in alarm.

"Hermione?" I asked. She looked anxious and her hair was bushier than normal. I looked down to see her hands were shaky as she held my arms. We released each other.

"Sierra," she breathed. "W-What were you going in there for?"

"I had some homework for McGonagall and I wanted to find a book on turning a stick into a quill. What were you doing? You look like you've seen the Bloody Baron."

She let out a shaky breath. "I've found out what's been doing all these attacks," she said. My stomach flipped.

"Uh--w-what is it?"

She pulled what looked like a torn out book page out of her robes and unfolded it before handing it to me. There was a picture of my snake at the top. "The Basilisk," I read and she nodded quickly.

"It'll kill whoever it looks directly in the eye, but I found out why it's been petrifying everyone. No one has looked it directly in the eye. There was water on the floor where Ms. Norris was. She must have seen it through the reflection. Justin must've seen it through Nearly-Headless Nick, and Nearly-Headless Nick can't have died twice. You see? It all makes sense-"

Mudblood...

Hermione and I froze. Her eyes widened in horror. "I think that's it," she whispered. She pulled a mirror out of her robes.

"Don't turn around, Hermione," I said urgently.

"Is it the Basilisk?" she whimpered.

"I-I don't know," I spluttered. If she looked at it she would die and if she saw its reflection she would be petrified. I looked down at the mirror in worry. She suddenly brought it up so it was eye level with her. "Hermione, what are you doing?!"

"We have to see," she said before looking into the mirror. My snake was in the back with it's head raised dangerously.

"No! Don't!"

She locked eyes with its reflection and dropped to the ground. I let out a strangled cry and knelt down by her. I turned my head towards my snake, who had recognized me as it was lowering it's head.

Get to the Chamber! Hurry before someone comes!

It hurriedly turned around and slithered down the hallway rapidly. I heard it mumbling about how it never got to eat anyone. I was too occupied with Hermione to realize how funny it may have been if one of my friends wasn't lying on the ground, petrified.

"Hermione!" I whispered worriedly, moving the hair out of her face. She was staring ahead but not really seeing. She had the same nervous yet determined expression she had when she looked through the mirror. Realizing there was nothing I could do and how I shouldn't be discovered at the scene of the crime again, I stood up. "I'm so sorry," I whispered to her even though I knew she couldn't hear me, before taking off down the corridor.