I Am Poison || hogwarts fanfic

8. Figuring it out...

The prophecy whirled through my mind, each line a puzzle I couldn't quite solve. I stared, breathing heavily at the walls of the Hogwarts castle. My ragged, scared breathing filled the silence of an eerily quiet hall. I paced, Trewaleny's words flickering through my brain.

*Two shadows walk beside the flame...* The flame... I suppose that was me, since this was my prophecy. The shadows... shadowing... I thought hard. Which two people never left my side, constantly shadowing me class to class... I exhaled sharply. Mattheo and Draco. We were friendly last year, yet this first week back they trailed me like puppies. I could see them now, always by my side, their presence constant, always watching. But Trelawney's words hung heavily—*both seek glory, both crave your name.* My name? Glory? That didn't make sense. They weren't chasing after me... were they?

I shook my head, trying to clear it, but the lines kept circling back. *The bloodline's heir, both fierce and warm.* My chest tightened as my thoughts drifted to Mattheo, his dark gaze always so intense, mean and teasing to most... warm to me. Fierce... warm. Those moments when I felt like I was seeing just the surface of him. He had always been a mystery, but what if it wasn't just that? What if there was something more? *Bloodline...* The word echoed in my mind, the implication sending a chill down my spine. Voldemort. Mattheo's father. Could he be...? I didn't want to believe it, but it clicked too easily. The heir. *The bloodline's heir.* It had to be him.

So, the flame - myself. The shadows - heir, Theo... serpent..? My mind drifted to the next lines.

*The serpent hides with secrets untold.* Draco. The Malfoy name—Slytherin, cunning, full of secrets. He'd always been the one who could smile with half-truths, the one who seemed to carry more weight than he let on. But what secrets? What had he been hiding from me? Always so distant yet sweet when he wanted to be. Cold, yet warm. My hand drifted up to fidget with his silver ring, still hanging from the gold chain Mattheo had clasped around my neck the first day at the station.

I felt a knot forming in my stomach. Trelawney's words continued to unravel in my mind, but it all felt tangled, too big to grasp. Could they really be involved in whatever this was? Could they be keeping something this monumental from me? *Truth they bend, and lies will break what none can mend.* It seemed impossible. How could I have missed it? I trusted them—didn't I? But the more I thought about it, the more I realised just how many things hadn't added up. That my memory was completely blank.

A cold shiver rushed through my bones. When Hermione had asked how I had gotten my powers, I had no idea. My heart dropped as I realised I didn't remember a single day from my "Durmstrang Trial".

*In twilight's hour, you must decide...* Decide what? What was there to choose? *When trust is lost, you cannot hide.* My breath hitched. Trust... was I losing it now? I felt a pang of uncertainty rise in my chest. They hadn't admitted to anything, but the way they avoided direct answers—it was all pointing to the same conclusion. *A weapon forged by broken ties.* My heart pounded louder in my ears. *The weapon.* It wasn't a thing. It was me. Trelawney had said it—I was the Death Eaters' weapon, forged for Voldemort's war, and they had known all along.

I wanted to reject it, to push it away, but the pieces were falling into place, one after the other. But if they had known, if they had kept this from me... what was real between us? Had I been a pawn in this twisted game from the start? My chest tightened with confusion and hurt, the lines of the prophecy swirling together in a confusing blur, leaving me more lost than before. Could I even trust my own thoughts now?

My feet carried me, almost instinctively, toward the spot where I knew I'd find them—the Slytherin Common Room.

I walked in, dungeon doors creaking open as I swung out my hands. It was late, and the common room was deserted, expect for the two people I wanted to see, and a couple first years.

"Scram," I barked out at them, no time for dealing with others. They scattered away, and my gaze shifted to the two I came here for. Draco was leaning against the fireplace, his arms crossed, while Mattheo sat in a chair, reading, on the opposite side of the room. As soon as they saw me approaching, both of them straightened.

"Navy?" Mattheo's voice was full of concern, his usual teasing smile gone. "What's wrong?"

I stopped a few feet away, my breath coming in sharp gasps. "We need to talk. Now."

The two of them exchanged a glance—one that made my stomach churn with suspicion.

"What have you two been keeping from me?" I demanded, my voice shaking.

Because if what Trelawney said was true, then nothing between us would ever be the same again.