The Blood Traitor || Oc x Oc

Mysterious Language

Sera knew to not trust Professor Lockhart. And now, she knew that he had gone too far. She currently sat on a bed in the hospital wing, waiting to grow her bones back. Her useless arm laid in her lap. She couldn't feel any pain. But she knew she would feel it later. 

She could tell that Madame Pomfrey was not pleased with the damage Professor Lockhart had caused. She fumed, ranting on about seeing the nurse first. 

"You could have come straight to me! I can mend a broken arm in a heartbeat, but growing them back —"

"You will be able to, won't you?" Harry asked anxiously. He was holding his sister's uninjured hand. 

"Oh, I'll be able to, certainly," Madame Pomfrey answered as she poured Sera half a beaker of Skele-Gro. "But it'll be quite painful. You're here for a rough night, Potter. Regrowing bones is a nasty business." 

Sera eagerly took the beaker before inhaling the entire thing. She gagged at the taste and immediately spat it out. Everyone exclaimed in disgust and jumped to the side. Sera wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Madame Pomfrey clucked at her. 

"What did you expect? Pumpkin Juice?" she asked in disbelief. 

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That night, Sera woke up to more voices. The voices distracted her. Her eyes followed the way the voice was going, only to come face-to-face with none other than —

"Hello!" Dobby greeted cheerfully, making Sera jump and gasp slightly. She stared in disbelief. 

"Dobby?" 

"Seraphina Potter should have listened to Dobby! Seraphina Potter should have gone back home when she missed the train!"

Everything dawned on her. A sinking came to the pit of her stomach. And she felt sick. 

"It was you. You kept the barrier closed to keep Ron and me from going through."

The elf nodded, looking guilty. "Indeed. Yes, Miss."

Sera was furious. She wouldn't be surprised if smoke came from her nostrils. 

"Listen. You better go before my bones grow back, Dobby, or I might strangle you."

The elf yelped in terror before hopping off the bed, inching away from Sera. 

"Dobby is used to death threats, Miss. Dobby gets them five times a day at home."

"I don't suppose you can tell me why you're trying to kill me?"

"Not kill you, Miss! Never kill! Dobby only wants to maim, or seriously injure, Miss! Dobby remembers the night of Harry and Seraphina's triumph over He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. We house-elves were treated like vermin, Miss! But, of course, Dobby is still treated like a vermin."

He sniffled before wailing, blowing his nose into his dirty pillowcase sack. Sera wrinkled her nose in disgust. 

"Why do you wear that, Dobby?" Sera couldn't help but ask, her nose wrinkled. 

"This, Miss? Tis the mark of a house-elf's enslavement. Dobby can only be freed if his Master presented him with clothes." A bang was heard. Dobby's ears perked up. He edged Sera closer. "Listen! Listen! Terrible things are about to happen here at Hogwarts, now that history is about to repeat itself!"

That peaked Sera's interest. What else was this elf not telling her?

"Repeat itself?" she echoed in amazement. "So you're meaning to tell me that the Chamber of Secrets has been opened before?" 

The elf gasped dramatically, looking horrified with himself. 

"I shouldn't have said that!" 

He found the nearest thing to whack himself on the head with, and it turned out to be Sera's half-empty Skele-Gro formula. He whacked his head. Sera used her good arm to wrench the bottle out of his hands. She grabbed the scruff of his pillowcase tunic, gripping the fabric tightly so that he couldn't escape.