Forbidden

-21-

Madison went to her room feeling really hopeful, and with that hope flaring in her heart she felt powerful, she felt she was finally fulfilling her destiny in some way. She wished to be going back to Tom, to sleep with him, feel his warmth, but that night she couldn't find Harry, to somehow talk to Lord Voldemort through him again. Somewhere in her mind she though he would be waiting for her outside of Dumbledore's office, but Umbridge's rules were getting insane, students weren't really allowed to be in groups of more than four people, of gather.

Alfie was in her room when she closed the door.

"Mistress!" He tried not to sound to perky, but she could tell he was really happy to see her alive. She got down on one knee to hug him.

"Alfie my friend! I have so much to tell you! How have you been?"

"Alfie has lots to tell mistress as well! The kitchen elves hate Umbridge!"

Madison got up and sat on the bed, tapping the place next to it so he could join her.

"Well, Alfie, you are a free elf, you most definitely do not need to stay in the kitchens, you know that..."

Alfie joined her on the bed, sitting on his knees.

"Alfie knows, but Alfie feels bad for the other elves. But that's not all" he sounded very sad, "one of the eldest elves, whose family served the Hufflepuffs since Helga herself, he passed, he was overworked"

Madison felt a fuming pinch in her stomach, she hated Umbridge as well and was sure to tell Tom how angry she made her.

"I'm so sorry to hear that my dear friend"

"Hilgus actually left something for me, to give to you. Well, not to you, but once he said in his dying breath that it should go 'To the snake that took a flight, with only love in sight' I knew it was you mistress"

Alfie snapped his tiny fingers and a small, old with age, yellow leather diary appeared in his hand.

"It is you mistress, the Slytherin that chose the house Ravenclaw, if it really is you it will open"

Madison took the diary, it looked ancient. At her touch the book shook like it had a life of its own, like a person waking up from a long nap, lazily opening its cover like someone stretching in the morning. The young witch's eyes was glittering with awe and curiosity, the page it opened to was:

The time has come for me to fulfill the prophecy,

Of the blood of Merlins,

In the name of justice,

In the name of friendship.

Of the blood of Slytherins.

This is the book of light,

A back up for what has been foreseen.

All of the parts make love whole,

All of what should have been.

Souls have no age,

Time has come to engage,

Time has come to fight

To fight darkness with light

Tears rolled down Madi's eyes. As soon as she read the first sentence, she knew the hope she was feeling was rightly so, like her body felt that everything was going to work out. Alfie had handed a piece of Salazar's soul, preserved by Helga Hufflepuff.

The book had Aelin's and Salazar's story, all in poetry and tiny drawings of snakes, and different types of birds. It was like Helga was in love with the idea of them, of their happiness.