I Am Poison || hogwarts fanfic

7. The Prophecy

The sun was setting over the Hogwarts grounds, casting a golden glow over the rolling hills and reflecting off the Great Lake like scattered diamonds. It was one of those evenings where you could almost forget the darkness threatening our world. Almost.

I shivered at the thought of the Death Eaters. I studied Mattheo, walking beside me with his hands stuffed into his pockets, dark eyes flicking to mine every few seconds. The only son of the infamous Lord Voldemort. I knew how much he hated his dad, hated his ancestry. I trusted him completely that he would never fight on their side, knowing that no matter how "cool" and "nonchalant" he played, he loved school and he loved Hogwarts. I sighed, content.

The air between us buzzed with that familiar energy—playful, electric. There was something about Mattheo's presence that always kept me on edge. A good kind of edge, though.

"You're quiet today," I said, nudging him with my elbow as we wandered past the pumpkin patch.

"Am I?" His lips curled into that teasing smirk, the one that I missed every day of the christmas break. I'd never tell him that though, of course.

I rolled my eyes but smiled. "Usually you can't shut up."

"Well, maybe I'm just trying to figure out how to impress a certain witch," he quipped, his gaze lingering on me just a second too long.

I felt heat creep up my neck but brushed it off as one of Thee's usual flirty jokes. "Good luck with that," I teased back, pretending to study the ground. "She's not easily impressed."

He laughed, and I pretended to shove him towards the pile of buckbeak's manure.

We continued our walk, chattering about what we got up to on the break. The castle towering behind us like a watching sentinel. I could feel the magic in the air, that hum of ancient power that always seemed to be stronger at dusk. I reached out absentmindedly, and with a flick of my finger, I conjured a small stream of sparkles, letting them float between us.

"Still showing off with no wand, huh?" Mattheo asked, one eyebrow raised.

I shrugged, letting the glittering dust dance around his face, making him sneeze. "What can I say? I'm talented."

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a murmur. "I'd say you're more than that."

My breath caught in my throat for a moment. This was Mattheo, after all. Half the time, I couldn't tell if he was teasing or if there was something more beneath the surface. Before I could come up with a response, the bell rang, signalling the start of the next class.

Divination. Fantastic.

Mattheo glanced at me. "You've got Divination next, right? With old Trelawney?"

I nodded. "Yeah, want to switch places with me? I'll take whatever you got next, just if you take Divination."

He laughed again, shaking his head. "Tempting, but no. Besides, I'm not going to class." He waggled his eyebrows exaggeratedly.

"What? Where are you going?"

I listened, laughing and shaking my head as Thee explained his elaborate plan to skip class and go to Hogsmeade instead. "Good luck getting past Filch," was the only thing I replied back to him.

"Have fun with your tea leaves and prophecies," Mattheo called, giving me a wink as he turned to head toward the dungeons.

I sighed and made my way to the Divination tower, still feeling the warmth of his presence lingering beside me even though he was long gone.

By the time I climbed up the spiralling staircase to the Divination classroom, I was already regretting my decision not to skip with Mattheo. The heat hit me as soon as I stepped inside, a stifling wave that made it hard to breathe. Professor Trelawney was already drifting around the room, her oversized glasses perched precariously on her nose, muttering something about planetary alignments.

I slumped into my seat, blinking slowly as I tried to focus on whatever nonsense Trelawney was spewing today. The room smelled of incense—thick and heavy—and the combination of it with the heat was making my eyelids droop.

"Today, we shall delve into the stars and explore the mysteries of your futures," Trelawney's voice seemed to echo around the room. "What do they hold for each of you? Will you find love... or destruction?"

I let out a low sigh, my head resting on my hand as I tried to keep my eyes open. The room spun slightly, the swirling patterns on the tapestry behind her becoming a blur.

Just a few minutes of rest, I told myself, barely listening to her ramblings about tea leaves. Just a few.

When I opened my eyes, the room was empty. I blinked, groggy and confused, lifting my head from the desk.

How long had I been asleep?

The classroom felt eerily silent now. The heat seemed to press down on me even more, and a strange tension filled the air. I glanced around, my gaze landing on Professor Trelawney, who was still standing at the front of the room. She was staring directly at me.

"Navy..." Her voice was soft, but it cut through the silence like a knife.

I straightened in my chair, my heart suddenly pounding. "Uh... Professor? What's going on?"

She stepped forward, her movements slow and deliberate. Her glasses glinted ominously in the dim light. "I have seen something. Something terrible."

My mouth went dry. This wasn't the usual vague nonsense about broken hearts or triumphs over adversity. There was something different in her tone, something that sent chills racing down my spine.

"What do you mean?"

She stood directly in front of me now, her eyes wide and glassy behind her glasses. Her head lolled as her voice became raspy. I gasped, frozen to my seat.

"Two shadows walk beside the flame,

Both seek glory, both crave your name.

The bloodline's heir, both fierce and warm,

The serpent hides with secrets untold.

Beware them both, for truth they bend,

And lies will break what none can mend.

In twilight's hour, you must decide—

When trust is lost, you cannot hide.

A weapon forged by broken ties,

To end them all, beneath dark skies."

I froze, the words hitting me like a curse.

Her voice rose in intensity. "You are connected to them, Navy. I have seen it. They are tied to your fate. Voldemort's using... you... a weapon," she repeated, "A weapon, a weapon, a weapon."

"Who's tied to my fate? Who's lying? What weapon?" I shook my head, shivering.

Trelawney's gaze never wavered. "Beware. They will lead you down a path you cannot return from."

The room seemed to close in around me, the heat suffocating, the shadows stretching longer. I stood up so quickly my chair toppled over, the noise breaking the heavy silence.

"I need to go," I mumbled, backing toward the door. My pulse was racing, panic building in my chest.

As I stumbled out of the classroom, Trelawney's voice followed me, echoing off the walls: "You cannot escape your destiny, Navy."

I didn't stop running until I was outside. The cool evening air hit me like a splash of water, but it did little to calm the storm swirling inside me. A weapon, Voldemort, my fate?

What was I supposed to do with this information? I needed answers, and I needed them now.