The Blood Traitor || Oc x Oc

The Locket of Slytherin

Later that evening, they found themselves sitting in the drawing room. Hermione was teaching Ron how to play the piano, which he kept messing up. Sera smiled, wondering if Ron was messing it up on purpose so that he could continue to stay close to Hermione. Sera sat with her brother, flipping through the old journal that had once belonged to Dumbledore's mother. 

She frowned as she continued to flip through the old, worn, unused pages. She wondered why Kendra Dumbledore never used the diary. She wondered if it was exactly the way Tom Riddle's diary had worked. But she highly doubted it. The diary did not feel evil to her. 

Hermione finally stopped playing the piano and her footsteps came to Sera's ears. She didn't bother to look up, knowing that it was just Hermione and Ron. 

"They have flesh memories," she suddenly spoke up. Everyone looked at her, confused. So she back-tracked herself. "The Snitches. They're never touched by a person's skin until the Seeker captures it. Even the wizard who fabricates it wears gloves. That way, if they're dispute, the Snitch can identify who touched it first." 

Harry looked rather surprised before furrowing his eyebrows together in confusion. "You're telling me that this simple Snitch remembers . . . . me?" 

Hermione nodded. Harry was about to say something when they suddenly all heard banging noises coming down from the kitchen. They all glanced once at each other before scrambling to their feet, thundering down the stairs. 

When they got into the kitchen's view, Kreacher was in sight, followed by Mundungus Fletcher. And, to Sera's surprise, Dobby had joined them as well. The elf's eyes brightened when he saw her. 

"Seraphina Potter! So long it's been!" 

Sera was about to greet the elf in return, when Kreacher grabbed Dobby, forcing him to tumble back, right into Mundungus Fletcher. They fought against each other. Sera finally had enough. Luckily, Hermione came to their aid. 

"Expelliarmus!" 

At once, Mundungus Fletcher's wand shot from his hand, and she caught it in her own. Mundungus straightened up, looking flabbergasted and confused. 

"As requested, Kreacher has brought back the thief, Mundungus Fletcher," the elf croaked. 

"And Dobby helped!" Dobby added in a squeaky, excited voice.

"What are all you guys playing at?" said Mundungus in disbelief as he stared at one teenager to another. "Setting a pair of two bleeding house-elves on me." 

Dobby cut in before anyone could say anything. Sera wanted to stop him, but she knew how Dobby was when he got overly excited. So she let him rant. 

"Dobby was only trying to help, Seraphina and Harry Potter. Dobby saw Kreacher in Diagon Alley, which Dobby thought was just curious. And then, Dobby heard Kreacher saying Seraphina and Harry Potter's names, which Dobby thought was very curious. And then, Dobby saw Kreacher talking to that thief, Mundungus Fletcher, which Dobby also though was very, very —" 

"I am no thief, you foul, little git!" Dung spluttered furiously. "I am a purveyor of incredibly rare objects —" 

"You're a thief, Dung," Dante interrupted bluntly, his arms crossed over his chest. He gave the thief a smug look. "Everyone knows it, including yourself. You're the biggest liar out there." 

Dobby's eyes lit up when he saw Dante standing there near the table. He waddled over to the boy, looking excited. He extended his hand out for him to shake in a formal manner. 

"Master Knightley! So good to see you again!" 

Dung sighed, looking frustrated. He immediately began to jump to conclusions. "Listen. I panicked that night, okay? I never volunteered to sacrifice myself for the twins. Can I have helped it if Mad-Eye had fallen off his broom —?" 

"Piece of advice, mate," said Ron in a bored tone. "Let's not rehash like old times. Got it?" 

Harry immediately jumped into the conversation before anyone else could say anything. "When you turned this place over after Sirius's death — and don't deny it! — you found a peculiar locket, didn't you?" 

Dung stared curiously at the younger twin. "Why? Is it valuable?" 

Hermione's eyes lightened. "That means you've still got it?!" 

"No," Ron butted in sarcastically. "He's worried that he should have gotten more money for it, that's all." 

Dung shrugged. "Wouldn't be difficult, would it? It was a rather interesting necklace. Bleedin' give it away, didn't I? There I was, pitching me wares in Diagon Alley, as usual, when some Ministry hag comes up and asks to see my license. Bleedin' snoop. Says that she's of a mind to lock me up if she had the chance. And she would have, too, if she hadn't taken a fancy for that locket." 

Sera's interests peaked. "Who was she? This woman? Did you see what she looked like?" 

"Well, she was standing in front of me, wasn't she? Bleedin' bow and all that shit." His eyes caught sight of the Daily Prophet that Sera had been reading earlier that morning. He picked it up, his eyes literally bulging out of his head. "Well, that's her, right there!" 

Upon getting a closer look, Sera's heart sank. Her stomach curled with nerves, and her mouth literally dropped to the floor in shock. 

It was none other than the hideously pink toad, Professor Umbridge.