The Truth About Wizards ;; ʷᵃᵗᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵛⁱᵉˢ

SPIDER

[The cloak flew over the screen text imprinting in small block letters reading
'​​🇦​ ​🇫​​🇪​​🇼​ ​🇩​​🇦​​🇾​​🇸​ ​🇦​​🇬​​🇴​.'
Abigail's finger was shown in clear detail moving closer to the ridge of Salazar's portrait, her fingertip was covered in a dry reddish brown that, unknowingly, haunted the information she was about to gain. Camera moving into her fingertip and then pulling backwards to show a short memory.]

Silence filled the hall, unknowing children waiting for their unknown fates. Each member of the last generation was shaking violently in anticipation as their eyes bugged forwards out their heads. Silence.

[Zooming out from her now clean finger Abigail was shown wandering through the restricted section with Daphne in the library, Tones slithering around at their feet. Abigail's fingertips brushed the back of ancient books dust collecting and then being blown haphazardly into the clean air. Chatter passed between the two girls before a thud. A shelve of books came clattering down, some wriggling, scooting, jumping and even leaking.]

[A head of brown hair whipped around the corner, a small girl in blue robes appeared from behind the shelf seemingly having pushed it. Aurora. Both Slytherin's faces went sour as they recalled the conversation Abigail had overheard and of course since shared. Daphne separated herself from the situation whereas Abigail leant over to help the smaller girl pick up the books. A small, angry book moved forwards and nipped Aurora's finger, blood leaking out. With no words exchanged Abigail cleaned and plastered the finger, blood from the Ravenclaw leaking onto her own fingers and drying there.]

Aurora grinned already knowing where this story led, having talked through it with the girl for nights on end. Everyone could see exactly where this was going, except of course the young unsuspecting Abigail, whose face still remained on screen.

[Her fingertip moved slowly into the crevice in the wall and visibly the dried blood was washed from her fingertips. It pulled from in-between the ridges of her fingertip but never making a cut, not managing a drop of her own blood. Slowly, the blood flowed through the walls ridges and into the wood of the bookcase, visible but unclear as to where it was headed.

Three deep red books shot out the case and piled in front of her expectantly, Salazar's face visibly changed, a confused expression that the painting didn't often adorn. However, before he could speak she began piling through the book that read 1800 - Present. Her fingers skimmed to the most recent page where it showed two strings, one red, one blue. The names clearly reading: ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ, ᴀᴜʀᴏʀᴀ ᴇᴜᴘʜᴇᴍɪᴀ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ.]

Salazar: It's not yours
Abigail: I realised
Salazar: You must have had someone else's DNA or blood on your hands when you touched the pad

[Before he could force the books back to their place with the little power he still had Abigail had already opened each of them right to the back looking to the beginning of each book, the first set of names in Book 1 reading ᴀᴅᴇʟɪɴᴇ ᴘᴇᴠᴇʀᴇʟʟ attached by a red string to ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴀꜱ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇʟ.]

Abigail: Peverell? Isn't that the name from the tale of three brothers? And Flamel was the created of the stone from last year, they're related to Harry and Aurora.
Salazar: You aren't supposed to read those. Or know that. Stop reading.
Abigail: How does that make any sense I thought the Peverell's only had sons' and their daughter only died in 1945 that means she could've know his grandparents 'cause they started Hogwarts in 1920. How's all this linked and why would Flamel give up the stone then and why are the lines different colours and-