I watched Mattheo as he paced back and forth across my dorm floor. "How are we supposed to keep a cursed ice vault from killing our friends while also keeping the Triwizard Tournament from killing us? We were so dumb to enter that shit."
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As I peered inside the ornate box, the plush velvet lining cradled a picture. There they were, my parents, laughing down at me as I cooed lightly. The woman in the photograph had eyes as vividly green as the forest after a summer rain, and her dark, cascading hair framed her face in a way that mirrored my own reflection. It was an uncanny likeness that sent a shiver down my spine. But just as swiftly as I recognized my mother's features, my attention shifted to the man beside her.
My father wore the same warm smile I'd seen in my own photos growing up. Even his dimples mirrored my own. In that brief, poignant instant, I saw not just their faces but the threads of my existence, woven from the fabric of their short-lived lives. It was a bittersweet revelation. With a heavy swallow, I suppressed the surge of feeling the photograph had brought up and gently moved it aside.
I could feel my dad and Dumbledore looking at me patiently as curiosity lured me back to further investigate the box. My fingers brushed aside the delicate lining, revealing an enchanting collection of artifacts.
The moment I laid my eyes on the first item in the box, my breath caught in my throat. The ring was a masterpiece and an heirloom of undeniable significance. The dual dark outer bands, intricately engraved with arcane patterns, seemed to come alive with a vibrant, pulsating magic.
Yet, it was the heart of the ring that held me in its thrall—a radiant center adorned with golden vines that were meant to gracefully wind around my finger. Nestled within this delicate vining were two magnificent rubies, their crimson depths shimmering with an inner fire.
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"Put it on," Dumbledore encouraged warmly as I pulled the ring out of the box.
I slipped it onto my finger and a warmth spread through me, as if the ring had already recognized me as part of the lineage it was meant to serve. I could feel the ring adjusting to my finger size and then, instantly, a sense of magic stronger than I'd ever experienced slipped through my veins and enveloped my entire being. The rubies glowed lighting our faces in a warm red light, and I knew, without hesitation, that this was more than a piece of jewelry. It reminded me so much of the moment I purchased my first wand, the way the magic felt as though it flowed through me. This was stronger though, much stronger.
"That ring holds powerful magic, magic that is now your inheritance. The one who wields this ring will have magic far more powerful than that of the average student. All heirs have one that has passed through their lineage.
This ring not only strengthens your magic but also allows you to apparate anywhere within Hogwarts grounds, something not even teachers are able to do, and your leglimency and occlumency ability will be unmatched. Please use these things wisely, and remember you will still be expected to follow school rules. The ring only amplifies the magic that is already in you, and I'm sure you've already experienced a slight taste of this magic without the ring's extra push." Dumbledore explained thoughtfully.
