𝕃𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕠 | 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝔼𝕣𝕒 |✔

CHAPTER-16

The First week of September was a headache to say, The Professors were giving a year's worth homework everyday, Least to say, I was so stressed and sleepless, and getting dirty-snobbish looks every-time I go somewhere didn't help it. Sometimes, I wish I was born in a family like James, but It's Destiny I guess.

Students like, James and Sirius, were also surprisingly paying attention in studies but that didn't stop James to dreamily talk about his "Lily-flower" which resulted in Sirius and me to smack him on his head while Remus and Peter just rolled their eyes.

By now, everyone in the school knew that Lily Evans and James Potter had slept together and the people were making their own interpretations about the rumour. It was not a surprise, gossip flew in Hogwarts fast, But people's gossips took the worst of me as, on Thursday, I non-verbally jinxed a 6th year girl who was making rude and snarky comments to Lily, everyone was surprised as how did the girl get jinxed but Lily looked at me with a smile.

I sighed, The first weekend of September had finally arrived, The wind was breezy and the weather was pleasant to say at-least. But I still had six essays to write for Potions, two assignments of Transfiguration, while I had completed all of the other subjects homework last night with Lily and Alice. It was seven in the morning as I rubbed my eyes groggily, I stretched my arms in a cat-like-manner, it seems like everyone is asleep, I chuckled, Lily and Alice aren't gonna wake up until 11, I heard them snoring lightly. I quickly went to the Bathroom to freshen up, I wasn't an early-riser to be honest, It was just that my nightmares didn't let me sleep at all. There were some nights when I couldn't get any sleep at all because of the deadly visions I had in my sleep, those nights were the worst. I came out of the shower as I selected my outfit for today, I picked out a Gryffindor hoodie and baggy jeans. I saw my two roommates still sleeping peacefully as I smiled at them and headed out to the Gryffindor Common room.

The Common room was mostly deserted, Only some 7th years and 6th years were chit-chatting near the fire-place while some of them were cuddling on the couches. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. How did couples did not get tired of affection? Ew.

I sighed and headed out of the Common room, the hallways were quiet and peaceful, the chirping of birds was only thing heard in the corridor along with the clicking of my leather boots, I smiled at the chirping as I roamed around the hallways as I finally reached my secret destination.

Now almost everybody knew about the Room of Requirements but did anyone know about another very ancient room that was abandoned in the late 10th century? The Lost room of rescue was it's queer name. Last year, I had found quite an old ragged book from the Restricted section that appeared to be un-touched for centuries, it intrigued me, So I kept it with me and read it, Many secret and prohibited passages in the school were written there, some were sealed by magic while some were open to this day but, I found that there was a room made for when Wizarding wars took place, it was a safe and secure place to hide and keep dead bodies, this room was specifically made by Salazar himself. But unfortunately this Room was forbidden for everyone when Salazar prohibited it from anyone using it, The room could only open if a Parsel-mouth would open it, and obviously, No one rather than someone in the Salazar's ancestry could speak Parsel-tongue, Salazar was such a snake. Luckily, I had this queer and abnormal power. The reason still seems to be unknown that why did Salazar sealed it in the first place, but Salazar was always known to keep secrets and be the mysterious man he was so it wasn't a surprise for anyone. I, however, was automatically drawn to that certain room, It was practically now my secret chamber, No one knew about this chamber other than the Ravenclaw ghost, Helena Ravenclaw. Helena was a really reserved and a heartbroken Ghost, No one liked her, they mostly made fun of her for being gloomy, but I became friends with her, which was a surprise for her because never in her Ghost life she had someone approach her so politely with not a bad-intention, well except Tom riddle of course. I knew how ruthlessly she died, she told me herself, I knew Bloody-baron, the gloomy Slytherin ghost, killed her out of aggression. Helena trusted me like I was her sister.

I was now on the 6th floor, near the Astronomy tower, the sun was beaming brightly. I saw the merman statue near the other end of the Hallway, near the tapestry. I went there silently and carefully, checking if anyone was present on the floor I was currently on, Hopefully, there was no one and I went near the statue and whispered something in Parsel-tongue which almost, automatically opened the bewitched room. I breathlessly chuckled at the once abandoned room in front of me.

When I first went in there in my first year, The room was filled with so much dust and soot that I could hardly see the room, the room emitted a foul smell of blood and rotting of meat which absolutely made me puke, the room was covered with green-algae and huge-spider webs. Otherwise the room was filled with dark-arts artifacts, dark arts unknown books, and the things used in the mid-tenth centuries, which were still un-known to the current Wizarding world. Salazar was an really evil man, but everyone can agree that he was an intelligent and clever lad. No wonder he was the founder of Slytherin.

I, however was determined to clean and tidy-up the room in my first year, as I magically swept the floor with mops, while non-verbally cleaning the spider-webs and the algae that were almost covering all of the walls. I used Perfume to clean the extremely polluted air and opened the high clerestories to let some sunlight in.

By now, I had certainly made the secret chamber quite clean, but I didn't dare to even touch those Artifacts kept there, I knew how some artifacts can curse the person touching it or even possess the person, I read it at the Malfoy library.Therefore, the artifacts were kept messily in the corner of the room. The books however, were something that disturbed me but at the same time mesmerized me. There were curses written in those that even Voldemort wouldn't have heard of, they were the spells created by Salazar the great himself. I slouched down on the emerald couch as I let out an sigh.

I was obviously stressed and messed up, from the school homework to the ruthless comments people passed when seeing me, are people that free to hate on someone rather than mind their own business? I pretended to be okay when people made fun of me but I'm not emotion-less to not get hurt. I felt like a Dementor was sucking my soul at that moment.

I stood up, my eyes glistening with tears, I quickly wiped the tears away as I walked to the dusty, foggy mirror as I put on a smile, the one that I put on everyday. Something about this place comforted me, lord knows why but, it does. I pulled out my clock-watch from my pocket, it was nearly Quarter to 8.

I went to the dusty book-shelves, pulling out a random dark-arts book to start my day with, but the name of the book caught my eye,

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐀: LIES HERE

I froze, why was my name written in a tenth century book?! and the thing that bamboozled me was that, they didn't write my last name, Malfoy. It was written Kairea. Maybe, maybe it can be someone with the same name and middle name as me in the tenth century, it was completely foolish to think that they had written my future already 1000 of years ago! I furrowed my eyebrows as I observed the cursive handwriting, this surely didn't look like a official book, It looked more like a personal journal of someone, as I reluctantly opened the book, there was nothing but empty pages! I anxiously and aggressively turned the pages over and over, just to find only one thing written on every page of them. THE PROPHECY NEVER LIES.

the prophecy never lies, The prophecy never lies?. what does that even mean? Was there a prophecy written of me? But that's impossible, how can a Wizard write a prophecy of a Witch that is gonna be born after ten centuries? Many questions rose in my mind as I felt my brain is gonna explode by this new information of myself that I had found.

What if Salazar had written this? I had read many books of the Slytherin founder and I knew that he was one of the greatest seers of all time, he made prophecies most importantly. But, 1000 years ago there was no existence of me, no existence of the Malfoy ancestry....and as far as I know Seers are only able to make prophecies upto one century, Surely Isabelle Persephone Kairea was someone else from the tenth century who simply had the same name as me, this was nothing to worry about. I let out a shaky breath, before putting the book back into the bookshelf, this is honestly gonna haunt me now. I quickly stole a last glance at the eerie book as I quickly went out of the suddenly icy cold room.

Something definitely doesn't feel right. And my dumb self will as always want to figure this nonsense out.