𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐃 (𝐖𝐓𝐌)

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗬 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦

The night was calm and serene at Hogwarts, with the moon casting a silver glow over the castle. Harry Potter made his way silently to the Astronomy Tower, his footsteps echoing faintly in the stillness. He felt a mix of curiosity and anticipation, wondering who had sent him the mysterious note asking him to meet here.

"Dont go, it can be dangerous," exclaimed Lily Evans after staying silent for so long

James Potter reassured her that nothing will happen to their son.

As he reached the top of the tower, Harry saw a cloaked figure standing by the parapet, their face obscured by the shadows.

"Harry Potter," the figure said softly, their voice muffled by the hood. "Thank you for coming."

"Who are you?" Harry asked, trying to see under the hood. "Why did you want to meet me here?"

The figure held up a hand to forestall further questions. "There isn't much time. You have many questions, Harry. Questions about your past, your family, and your destiny. The answers you seek can be found at Gringotts."

As soon as the Potter family heard destiny they looked at each other wondering was it the time their heir gets to know the truth.

Someone in the hall looked at the family with narrowed eyes wondering if it was something that was hidden from them.

"Gringotts?" Harry repeated, puzzled. "Why there?"

"Go to Gringotts and request an inheritance test," the figure instructed. "Do not share this information with anyone, not even your closest friends. It is imperative that you do this alone."

Harry nodded slowly, absorbing the gravity of the situation. "Alright. I'll go. But how do I know I can trust you?"

The figure hesitated for a moment before replying, "You have no reason to trust me, Harry. But you must trust yourself and the path you are on. Everything will become clear in time." With that, the figure turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Harry standing alone, the night's breeze ruffling his hair.

Perhaps there was something else hidden from him which was more important than being the "Boy-who-lived."

Meanwhile, in the depths of the castle, the Slytherin common room was quiet, most students having retired for the night. In a secluded corner, a young girl sat before a grand portrait of Salazar Slytherin himself. Her name was Victoria Black, the Queen of Slytherin, and she was conversing with the founder of her house in the ancient tongue of the serpents.

"Salazar," Victoria hissed in Parseltongue, her voice low and respectful. "I seek your wisdom."

As soon as the residents of the hall heard the speech they became frightened.

"Evil!!", exclaimed Molly Weasley even after her husband told her to remain quiet.

"Shut up Molly!, there's nothing evil perhaps you're just jealous that my daughter has greater talents that your brain can't even comprehend," exclaimed Sirius loudly shocking everyone.

No one has ever seen him talking to anyone like that, perhaps there were things they didn't knew about him.

The portrait's eyes glinted with a life of their own, and Salazar Slytherin's painted form shifted slightly. "What troubles you, child of my house?" he responded in the same ancient tongue.

"I have questions, doubts," Victoria confessed. "About my heritage, my powers, and the role I am to play. I feel there is more I need to understand."

"She looks so alone," whispered Sirius looking at the screen with a tearful expression, all he wanted was to wrap his daughter in a hug and assure her nothing will harm her.

Salazar's expression softened. "You are wise beyond your years, Victoria. The answers you seek are indeed within your reach. In your chamber, there are books and artifacts that hold the knowledge you desire. Access them, and you will find clarity."

Victoria nodded, her determination evident. "Thank you, Salazar. I will do as you advise."

"Remember," Salazar added, his voice taking on a sterner tone, "knowledge is power, but it must be wielded with caution. Trust in yourself and your instincts."

"I will," Victoria promised. "Thank you for your guidance."

As she stood and made her way back to her chambers, Victoria felt a renewed sense of purpose. The mysteries of her past and the weight of her future no longer seemed as daunting. She knew what she needed to do.

In the quiet of their respective locations, Harry Potter and Victoria Black both embarked on paths of discovery, driven by the cryptic advice they had received. Though their journeys were different, they were united by the same quest for truth and understanding, their fates intertwined in ways they had yet to comprehend.