❝𝑨 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔.
𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆❞
A Muggleborn in Slytherin was unheard of. Until Emelia Clermont came along in 1991. This is her story, and how s...
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They stepped over the threshold and immediately a fire sprang up behind them in the doorway. It wasn't ordinary fire either; it was purple. At the same instant, black flames shot up in the doorway leading onwards. They were trapped.
Seven differently coloured bottles stood on a table, along with a piece of parchment. Harry picked it up and began to read it with Emelia looking over his shoulder.
"Danger lies before you, while safety lies behind,
Two of us will help you, whichever you would find,
One among us seven will let you move ahead,
Another will transport the drinker back instead,
Two among our number hold only nettle wine,
Three of us are killers, waiting hidden in line.
Choose, unless you wish to stay here forevermore,
To help you in your choice, we give you these clues four:
First, however, slyly the poison tries to hide
You will always find some on nettle wine's left side;
Second, different are those who stand at either end,
But if you would move onwards, neither is your friend;
Third, as you see clearly, all are different size,
Neither dwarf nor giant holds death in their insides;
Fourth, the second left and the second on the right
Are twins once you taste them, though different at first sight."
Harry glanced confused at Emelia, "What is this supposed to mean?"
"It's a riddle, I think. A potion's one," Emelia gestured to the bottles.
She grabbed the parchment from Harry and glanced between it and the flasks. The Slytherin mumbled things as she pointed at several bottles and then shook her head.
After a while, she finally turned to Harry. "I think I've figured it out. The rightmost bottle is going to send me back. The third one is going to send you ahead."
Harry blinked, "You- you're going back?"
Emelia nodded. "You're the one that's connected to everything, not me. You really don't give yourself enough credit, Harry."
"What do you mean? I'm not as good as you. I wouldn't have been able to do this without you," he panicked.
Emelia smiled at him, "I might've been able to solve the riddle, but being able to do that doesn't make me great. Your courage and determination, that's what makes you amazing, Harry. I'm not a Gryffindor. I'm not brave."
