𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 (OC x OC)

[002] Chapter 19

Makayla

Before you ask, no. I didn't do anything to Hermione. Seeing how Harry glared at me, he thought that I did the complete opposite. It seems that everyone thinks I'm the heir of Slytherin. I'm not, though.

Part of me wants to believe that this is what Dobby warned Harry and I about. He said that if we went to Hogwarts this year, we'd be in terrible danger. It seems that his prophecies are true.

Hermione marks three students that have been petrified, not including Sir Nicholas and Mrs. Norris. Professor McGonagall has already warned that they might have to send students home if they couldn't stop these attacks. I'm afraid that the time that she warned about is near.

I don't want to go home–nobody does–but I especially don't want to. It's nearly impossible for me to face my father after two sequential years of no presents nor any sight of them for holidays to know that they still even care. Bloody hell, a letter would be nice.

I sit at the Slytherin table the next morning and food immediately appears before me. It appears that I'm late again. I'm not the slightest bit surprised.

There are heavy bags beneath my eyes and I didn't have any time to do my makeup today! Disaster.

I start eating away at my food just before I hear the most bloodcurdling voice ask me, "Have you seen Annelise?" It's Jamie.

Rolling my eyes, I respond after I swallow my food, "No. Why? Do you have a crush on her or something?"

His face goes red. Great. Of course he does. That's not disgusting at all.

"But seriously," Louis rolls his eyes at Jamie's disgusting blushing, "where is she?"

"Like I told her boyfriend over here, I don't know."

Louis sighs and I hear someone whisper my name as loud as they possibly can. I turn toward the voice and my eyes land on Fred and George. Rolling my eyes, I get up and walk to them.

"Harry needs to talk to you," Fred says.

"Why couldn't he tell me himself?" I ask.

"Because he's in Gryffindor common room," George replies.

I roll my eyes, "Do you know what this is about?"

"Nope," the twins say together.

Great. I walk back to Slytherin table, take one last bite of my food and one last sip of my water, then go to Gryffindor common room. Whatever Harry needs to talk about better be worth me missing out on dinner.

When I reach the common room, the door opens immediately. It seems jolly for it to be almost January. I walk inside and see Harry sitting at a desk holding a brown leather book. What the hell?

"Harry?" I ask. He jumps and it almost causes me to laugh, but I don't. Instead, I just stand in the doorway, awkwardly waiting for an answer. He looks at me. "What'd you need to talk to me about?"

He looks around and then waves me over. I walk to the opposite side of the desk he sits at and glare at the book. What is it? Why does he have it? Better yet, why do I feel like I've seen it before?

"I don't know what this is," Harry breaks the silence. I break eye contact with the book and look at him, "before you ask." I nod and he continues, "I think it's some type of ancient magic. Something that isn't in the unrestricted section of the library. When I write in it, the ink disappears. If I write a question, it still disappears, but a response appears in the middle of the page. And when I asked about the Chamber of Secrets...–something happened..."

What? That's all he's gonna give me? All of that and then leave me off with, 'something happened?' Bloody hell, man.

"Something happened? Like what?" I ask.

"I don't know–it's hard to describe."

Great. "Try your best." What the bloody hell just came out of my mouth? I will never say those words again, ever. Now I have to deal with another storytime.

"Well," he starts, "a bright light started shining through the bind of the book and then when I opened my eyes, I was falling. I was sent through this timeline of the exact same thing happening to Hogwarts now. And–you see–Ron and I used a polyjuice potion to sneak into Slytherin common room–"

"Wait a minute," I interrupt, raising my hand on the desk, and shaking my head, "You what?"

"We were trying to find out if Draco was the heir of Slytherin!" Harry justifies, "Plus, all we found out was the fact that this–wait..."

"Wait... what?"

"He told me that your father had said this had happened once before! And the sequence I went through was almost like it was taking me through the past! There was this guy named Tom Riddle," my heart stops. Tom Riddle. Everyone knows who that is. I'm just going to take a wild guess that Harry is not a part of that certain party, "and he agreed to find the one responsible for the killings the last time that this happened–oh right, there was killings by the way! And then I found out that Hagrid was the one that opened the Chamber of–" He's talking really fast.

"Woah, woah, woah, calm down, Potter."

"Do you know what this means? We could save everyone!"

"Not so fast, Harry," I say, "You can't be so quick to assume that Hagrid is the one behind all of these attacks. I mean, come on? Hagrid? The heir of Slytherin? Maybe think inside your head rather than in the clouds?"

Harry sighs, agreeing with me, and sitting more calmly in his chair, "So what are we going to do?"

"Us? We do nothing."

"Nothing? But what about–"

"The people who are petrified? Professor Sprout is working on a solution to that right now. Plus, don't you think we did enough saving the school last year? I doubt that we truly need to seem like showoffs who are always needed here in case of an emergency. I mean, maybe it would've been easier if we listened to Dobby and stayed–"

"Dobby?" Harry asks, "You know Dobby? How?"

Long story, Harry. I'm not allowed to tell you, "He showed up in my room the night before we arrived at the train and you went missing! Dobby told me that you and I couldn't return back to Hogwarts this year."

"That's strange," Harry says, "he never mentioned you."

"Not many people do," I sigh, standing up, "Will that be all then, Mr. Potter?"

He nods, "I'll see you tomorrow, Malfoy."

I nod in return and exit the common room. What a rollercoaster of emotions this year has been, and it's only the third year–second year for him. Merlin. What a ride. At least the view is polite on this battlefield. Not so sure about the actions done to harm that view, though.

By the time that I reach the end of the hall, I notice students trailing back to their dormitories, signaling that dinner has come to a close. My lord, I suppose that I better head off to the Slytherin common room myself, then.

When I walk in, I notice a group of familiar faces sitting around a table in the middle of the room. My face grows from tired to confused and tired.

What are Cedric, Louis, Annelise, Jordyn, Kai, and the twins doing here?