Mortala

Chapter 11 Doing What's Right Part 1

TW

Underage drinking (they're still 17)
Mild violence

Living in the Manor wasn't something Blaise thought he would ever be doing. But there he was walking the halls to his bedroom. He tried to wrap his brain around it. His mother wanted him there, said it was safer than being with her and Carmichael. But Blaise supposed being the Manor was a good thing. He had a plan.

"Are you sure it's okay for us to see him?" Draco said as he, Ophelia, Blaise, and Theodore embarked on a determined journey toward the dark and ominous dungeons that housed the captive Harry Potter. The echoing footsteps of the group reverberated through the dimly lit corridors, each step bringing them closer to the cell.

It had been a day after Ophelia had caught Harry. Blaise had stayed up all night thinking of his plan. He was never good like Ophelia was but it seems full proof. The only problem is that Blaise needs Harry to agree to it. And by the looks of what happened last night, Blaise was not so hopeful.

"It's fine," Ophelia said simply as they came upon the cell. She pushed the door ajar, the hinges creaking softly as it revealed the sight of Harry bound to the wall, chains clinking in the air. A scowl darkened his features as his eyes met Ophelia's.

"Come to finally take me out of misery?" Harry sneered. "Or maybe you'd like to flirt with me some more?"

Ophelia hummed with a smirk on her lips as she walked into the cell. "You'd like that wouldn't you," she jeered. "Just came to ask you a few questions."

"Like I'd answer them for you," Harry spat.

"Oh, you will," Ophelia said, bending down to his level. "That Locket... it was a Horcrux, wasn't it?"

Harry looked away.

"So it is," Ophelia smirked straightening as she crossed her arms.

"What's a Horcrux?" Blaise asked.

"It's a piece of Voldemort's soul. Potter wants to destroy it," Ophelia explained. "Have you found any others?"

Harry remained silent.

"No, you haven't..." Ophelia said, narrowing her eyes. "Again, Potty, I can read you like a book."

"How are you okay with this?" Harry snapped at Blaise. "I thought you didn't want to be a part of this--this chaos."

Blaise stared at him surprised, but Harry continued, "Are you okay with them killing Muggleborns?" he said. "Those three people in the lift that was us. You offered to help a man you didn't even know. Was that just an act? That woman, that was Hermione. Are you okay with them killing Hermione?"

Blaise felt a pit in his stomach. Guilt was riddling his bones because no, he wasn't okay with them killing Muggleborns and he was certainly not okay with them wanting to kill Hermione. And yet he hasn't done anything to stop it.

"What are you talking about?" Ophelia snapped.

"Oh don't pretend you don't know," Harry fumed. "You've been at the Ministry. You're around Death Eaters and Voldemort every day, there is no way you don't know."

Ophelia glanced back at Blaise and the others confused, expecting them to give her to know what Harry's talking about. No one said anything except Draco.

"I thought you knew," he said. "Father told me and I-I thought he told you."

"You really didn't know!" Harry said as if that's the most ridiculous he'd ever heard and maybe it would be if Ophelia was raging.