Uncharted {HP FF}

Chapter 3

I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Actually, both of them. For one, I couldn’t stop thinking about the blonde boy at Flourish and Blott’s when I met Ron. The other, which seems to be permanently etched in my mind, is the black haired boy at the Leaky Cauldron. When Quirrell and I went in after we got everything, the boy walked with an abnormally tall man and Quirrell told me to go to the rest room, but that’s not the weird part. When I came back, someone accidentally stepped on my foot and the boy started to moan a bit in pain and rub his forehead. Though he tried to make it discreet and no one seemed to notice, I could somehow sense it. This was all a month ago.

I was now sitting on the couch, stoking the rough quills of Bert (Full name is Hedgebert McPricklesworth), my new hedgehog, while he slept on my lap. I wasn’t doing anything at the moment, just waiting for someone to come home. Quirrell said he had to leave for “special business”, but he said that he would send Narcissa over. In the meantime, I was waiting.

As I grew tired of waiting, I grew curious. I’ve only seen my room and the living room in my castle, and I would like to see the rest, though I don’t think that’s possible. I put Bert on my shoulder and he clung to my light blue sweater. I quietly began up my stairway. Then I remembered that I was alone, and ran the rest of the way. I was met by the familiar hallway, and walked past my room and the bath room then stopped.

Do I want to go snooping around?

Yes, yes I do.

I began walking again. I came to the first unknown door and pushed it open, it was empty. I went to the second unknown room and it was also empty. I came to the third unknown room and it was just a spare. I stomped my foot in frustration, making Bert huff a lot. I stroked him and he calmed. Something was telling me to keep going. The forth unknown room made shivers go down my spine. I pushed it open and was confused. It seemed to be a main bedroom but wasn’t used in years. I entered the room and moved to the bed and pulled back the comforter. My eyes widened and I gasped.

Blood smeared the lower part of the bed on one side. I did deep breathing exercises and came to terms of what I was looking at. Maybe it was just a girl who went off of the calendar, but what girl would be here? Maybe someone spilt cherry sauce on it, but wouldn’t it be sticky? Maybe someone- no.

Maybe someone gave birth here and maybe that someone was my mom, and maybe this was her room, and maybe she has stuff here like pictures. I ran towards the closet and swung the door open. What I saw almost made me cry.

I saw woman’s clothing, and long beautiful gowns, and baby clothes. Only, it wasn’t the clothes that made my heart skip a beat. It was a large book marked family tree. I pulled it out quickly and sat on the floor with my back to the doorway.

“Tomas” I read from the first page. I looked to the picture to see a pale, sophisticated man with dark hair. He seems to be glaring at nothing in particular. I flipped to the next page “Tom Sr.” I read and looked up to the picture to see a man who looks almost exactly the same, only his eyes looked as though they were filled with fear. I flipped again “Young Tom” I read and looked to see a picture of a teenage boy and I gasped. This must be my father, no doubt at all. We looked exactly the same. I studied his face and noticed that in his eyes, he seemed to have a certain essence that resembled psychoticness or hateful expression. I flipped again and smiled sadly, “Emily”. She didn’t look like anyone else in the book so she must be my mother.

“Victoria?” A soft voice said from behind me. I turned around and saw Narcissa looking very worried. I felt my face and noticed it was wet. I had been crying and didn’t notice. I smiled to let her know I was fine. She smiled back at me and motioned for me to come down stairs with her. I closed the book and put it back and walked with her. “It seems as though you might have let curiosity get the better of you” Narcissa stated.