Liz has always refused to become like her family. Even though the blood of the Black family flows in her veins. Adopted by Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange after the death of her father Regulus - in hopes of "setting her on the right path" , she st...
Liz had barely been able to wait to finally get her last lesson with McGonagall over with. As soon as the lesson was over, she had excused herself to Luna and disappeared into the Ravenclaw area with her things under the arm.
With one hand she threw her things on the bed, with the other she was already fishing for the book between the mattress and the bed frame. It was the only place that seemed reasonably safe to her.
Riddle.
You're back early. It's still light outside.
Did you have a fight with Draco?
Draco?
Don't play dumb. Draco Malfoy. I saw you two at breakfast.
Ah. Malfoy. Well...
The quill trembled in Liz's hand as she waited for more. When still nothing came after a minute, Liz continued writing.
So? You can't really have gotten into a fight over this book, can you? So, what was it about?
Liz felt the pages vibrate with magic under her hand. It almost felt like laughter.
All right. I'll tell you what it was about. But first, the secret I talked about yesterday.
And then -
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Liz opened her eyes, it was dark and cold. Somewhere in the distance she heard screaming. Where was she? What had happened? Why were her clothes so wet? Uneasy, she scanned the surroundings. Tiles? Her hands were cold and sticky.
Finally, her eyes adjusted to the pale light. Why was she lying on the floor of a restroom? With one hand on the nearest sink, Liz pulled herself up. Her skull rumbled as if someone had hit it with a hammer.
But all that faded into the background as Liz finally understood what was making her hands so sticky-wet. Was that blood?! Her sharp scream echoed off the walls. What the hell had happened? The voices outside the door grew louder and more numerous. Panicking Liz did what a Black would do. She washed her hands as thoroughly as she could. Even under her fingernails, nothing could be left behind.
"Calm down," said a deep voice behind her. Immediately Liz whirled around, but there was only her own reflection. But... it was grinning. Liz felt the blood freeze in her veins. A step closer and the reflection remained motionless. "It's all right." That wasn't her voice, that was a man, but the voice was muffled and distorted. "You did great, Lysandra."
"Who are you? What are you?" Liz didn't know herself why she didn't run. Panic pulsed through her body where her blood should normally be. The closer she got, the clearer it became that her reflection was trying to take its true form.
"I am your friend, Lysandra. You need not fear me." The eyes in the mirror grew darker and darker until Liz's breathing stopped. They really were Mattheo's eyes. What had she expected? He was the son of the Dark Lord.
"What did you put me up to, Mattheo? What have I done?"
Her reflection slowly raised an eyebrow. "Mattheo? I thought we agreed on Riddle?"
"Stop it!" yelled Liz far too loudly, immediately looking around frantically. Apparently the commotion in the hallway had distracted from her. "Stop it!" she hissed more quietly. "This isn't a game anymore. That was blood! Why am I soaking wet?"
But already the shouts were filtering through to her. Outside the door, McGonagall had passed. Her authoritative voice cut off any conversation. "What's going on here?" she demanded.
Liz gave her reflection one last look. It was clear she wasn't going to get an answer.
So she crept to the door and pushed it open a tiny crack. The cold gust of wind made her shiver, but the voices became clearer. Cautiously, Liz pushed her way out and tried to disappear into the onlookers.
Immediately, a hand grabbed her by the shoulder.
Draco looked as horrified at her scream as Liz was.
"Are you okay?" he asked, tilting his head. "You're pretty pale. And wet," he added.
"I'm - I'm fine, I slipped."
Draco made no secret of the fact that he didn't believe her, but took off his cloak and put it around Liz's shoulders. "Do you know what's going on?"
"No, I just got here too." Actually, that wasn't even a lie. Although it should have been more like "come to." Together they walked closer to what had attracted all the bystanders.
Liz froze.
In front of them was written in big red letters
The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the heir, beware.
Liz's stomach turned. The red... the blood on her fingers.... And Mr. Filch's cat. Her eyes went to Draco in search of help, but what she saw only shook her more. On Draco's face was absolute triumph. His eyes sparkled in the glow of the fires and he didn't even try to hide his grin.
"So it was true..." he murmured softly. "The Heir of Slytherin will come."
Again, Liz felt a chill run down her spine. But this time it wasn't due to her wet clothes. Immediately, she pushed his cloak back into Malfoy's hand. "I've got to go. Sorry."
"Liz!" he called out, still confused at her violent reaction, but by then she was gone.
No one was awake in the Ravenclaw tower. The few lights that came on as Liz stormed past them indicated what time it really was.
"Liz?", Luna turned sleepily in her bed as her friend arrived at the dormitory out of breath. "Where have you been? I've been looking for you all weekend."
"Weekend?" Liz ripped off her clammy clothes and crawled under the icy covers.
"Yes. Weekend." Luna straightened up and looked over her comforter. "It's Monday in a few minutes." The small alarm clock on her nightstand proved her point. It was just before midnight. She was two and a half days short?
Not wanting to let her panic show, Liz pulled the covers up to under her nose.
