❝no matter what happens, i'll come back to you❞
╰┈➤ ⚡️ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 two people find a way to love each other despite fate trying to tear them apart
❝don't make promises you can't keep❞
[the sources stone - the deathly hallows]
[harry potter x f...
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⋆·˚ ༘ * ⸻ act one ੈ✩‧₊˚ - ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ part two - the heir to slytherin ❜┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ➶-͙˚ ༘✶ ❝ the home of a terrible monster ❞ ✧ ೃ༄ 〚 september 2nd, 1992 〛 ────────────────────────────────
I SWORE, IF I SAW GILDROY LOCKHART'S STUPID FAKE SMILE AGAIN, I WAS GOING TO JUMP OFF THE ASTRONOMY TOWER. Harry and I had the misfortune of serving detention with him, punishment for the flying car incident. But purgatory seemed better to me than enduring another second of this. We had to help him answer fan mail in his office, surrounded by those stupid portraits of him, and all he did was rattle on and on about his various books and accomplishments. Why anybody liked him was beyond me.
"Harry and Margaret. Can you possibly imagine a better way to serve detention than by helping me to answer my fan mail?" He grinned at us, and I scowled down at the letter I was addressing.
"Not really." Harry replied unenthusiastically, clearly feeling the same as me.
"Fame is a fickle friend, Harry. Celebrity is as celebrity does. Remember that." Lockheart advised, quite pleased with himself. Harry and I glanced at each other, confused. What in the world was this man talking about?
"Come..." I suddenly heard a deep raspy voice. Harry must have heard it too because we both looked at each other with wide eyes, "come... come to me... come to me..." The voice continued, growing fainter.
"Did you hear that?" I set down my quill and looked at the two of them.
"Sorry?" Lockheart glanced up at me.
"That voice." I looked around the office, seeing if anyone was nearby but the place was deserted.
"Voice?" Lockheart looked slightly uneasy.
"Yeah, I heard it too." Harry sat up a little straighter.
"What are you talking about? I think you're both getting a bit... uh, drowsy." He looked at the clock on his desk, "A great scot! No wonder. Look at the time, we've been here nearly four hours. Spooky how the time flies when one's having fun." He chuckled nervously.
"Spooky." Harry added rather ominously while we gathered our things.
Once we were outside of Lockheart's office and out of earshot, we turned to each other. "What was that voice?" Harry looked up and down the empty corridor.
