The Blood Traitor || Oc x Oc

History Repeats Itself

"May I have your attention, please?" Professor McGonagall asked her class the next afternoon. They were in another Transfiguration lesson. "Now. Today, we are going to be turning animals . . . . into water goblets." 

Everyone seemed interested. Even Ron, who typically didn't like Transfiguration, had his whole focus on Professor McGonagall. 

"Like, so," said the Transfiguration professor. She pointed her wand at the crow that sat on her desk. "One, two, three — Vera Verto." 

Everyone exclaimed in excitement and in awe. Professor McGonagall looked quite proud of herself. She turned to face the crowd. 

"Now. Who would like to try, next? Ah! Mr. Weasley. Let's see you try." 

Ron nodded, looking extremely confident, aiming his wand at Scabbers. The old rat was keeping its distance from Sera, whom the old rat seemed to mysteriously hate. But she didn't mind. At least she had her owl, Gizmo. 

"Vera Verto!" Ron exclaimed. 

At once, a spark came from his wand, zapping his rat. Scabbers squeaked frantically as it turned into a furry goblet with its tail poking out. Nothing at all like Professor McGonagall had just shown them. Sera and everyone else snickered quietly. Ron looked very confused before he had an amused look on his face. Professor McGonagall clicked her tongue at him.

"That wand needs a new replacement, Mr. Weasley," she said sympathetically. 

Ron only looked up in agreement. Behind Sera, Hermione, who was sitting next to Parvati, shot her hand in the air.

"Yes, Miss Granger?"

"Professor? I was wondering if maybe you could tell us a bit about . . . . the Chamber of Secrets?"

Everyone went rather quiet. All eyes were fixated on their Transfiguration professor. It was so quiet, you could hear a pen dropping. Sera felt Dante's body stiffen next to her. She didn't dare look up at his expression. 

Professor McGonagall knew that she could not resist, especially when every student was giving her a look of hope and interest. She sighed. 

"Very well. As you all know, Hogwarts was founded by the four greatest witches and wizards of the age: Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin. Three of these friends coexisted, working in harmony with one another. The other did not."

"Three guesses who," Ron muttered to Sera, who sat in the desk across from her. 

She nodded, showing her understanding. She knew exactly what he was talking about. Professor McGonagall gave Ron a look before continuing the history of the Chamber of Secrets' legend. 

"Salazar Slytherin wished that only all-magical families would be able to study magic here at Hogwarts, otherwise known as pure-blood. Unable to persuade the others, he left the school. Though shortly, before departing, he sealed it. Until his own true heir returns to the throne. The heir, alone, will be able to unleash the horror and, by so doing, purge the school of who . . . . are not worthy of studying magic."

"Muggle-borns and Blood Traitors," Hermione sighed sadly. 

Professor McGonagall nodded, letting the girl know that she had heard her. 

"Well. Naturally, the school has been searched many times. No such chamber has been found." 

"Professor?" Hermione egged on. "What does the legend tell us what exactly lies within the Chamber?" 

Professor McGonagall sighed. "The Chamber of Secrets is said to be the home of only the heir of Slytherin can control. It is said to be the home. . . . of a monster."