My Own Treachery

Chapter 22 | Trials To The Stone

Weeks had passed, since the mid-terms, school was almost over. I couldn't be any sadder about it. At least with the terms going on I had time, time to study. To pick up more skills, all I've managed to pick up is a healing spell for moderate injuries, as well as a minor spell to heal ailments. I've made sure to test them both. Luckily, I've been alone, so no one could catch the site of me lighting myself on fire, trying to heal a burn, as well as poison myself and to run into a wall to break my nose. I've learned the ailment spell, couldn't heal third degree burns, or fully get rid of bad second degree burns. I didn't dare test what poisons it could cure, I didn't want to die. At least not yet. I hadn't picked up any dueling spells, I had no one to duel with, so what I've read and managed to pick up without actually using the spells was up in the air. At least I knew I could use the torture curse. What I would give to know if I had full understanding of the killing curse. No idea if I could cast, or resist the imperius curse.

Currently, I was sitting outside, debating on a plan, how the fight would go, if I could predict his movements, what he would do next. Then maybe I'd have some edge. Or if I could be unpredictable, so he had no idea what I would do next. He currently had no idea what I was willing to do, I wasn't even aware of what I'd do. At the moment I was content with dying, but who knew what I would think in the moment. Would I let myself die in the moment? When would he, or they make a move? I looked seeing Harry, Hermione and Ron running towards Hagrids hut, not seeing me against the wall as they ran past me. Then I'm reminded, feeling stupid for forgetting in the first place, the philosophers stone, I knew what Voldemort wanted. I knew where it was. That meant I knew where Quirrell and Voldemort would both end up. I needed to get to it first.

I recalled how to get past Fluffy, being told by Tom. It's greatest weakness is it's weakness for soft music. I got up from where I sat, Capone on my shoulder. First, I made my way to my room. I needed to drop my stuff and Capone off. I needed the diary, I needed Tom, he'd be able to help me through whatever else is protecting it. As well as an instrument, I knew exactly, where to get one. Lilly, she had a small music box, that just needed a light shake to start playing a lullaby, she had showed me it. It sat on the dresser next to her bed, she'd use it to help her fall asleep.

Pulling the diary out, from under my mattress, putting in the pocket of my cloak. Quietly, I walked out of my room sneaking down the hall, till I got to the door at the end of the hallway. First leaning my head on the door, I laid my ear on the door. I didn't hear anything, but I was ready, just in case I needed to deal with someone. Thinking of the memory charm. Walking inside, thankfully there was no one to use the spell on, I saw the small silver music box, picking it up, I stuffed it into a pocket. Walking out of the room, closing the door. Entering the commons room, just in time to see Lilly had walked up the stairs, with her roommate.

I sucked in some air, holding it. Walking past quietly, hoping she, and no one else noticed me. I managed to get out of the Slytherin door, only to walk into Pansy. I rolled my eyes, seeing with her were the rest of our roommates. Excluding Greengrass. I went to walk past them, only to get shoved, harshly, enough to loose my footing.

"I don't have time for this" I warned, getting up, only to get kicked back down, I glared up seeing them all standing above me, "Bloody hell, shove off you hags" I hissed, getting up. I managed to grab the leg that belonged to Millicent Bulstrode, the chubby girl. I pushed her foot back, causing her to fall down this time, allowing me to stand up. "Anything else, you twats?" I demanded, with bitterness in my tone. Before they could answer, I had shoved the two standing down, causing them to fall down, standing in front of them, "I could kill you all right now, and probably get away with it. Now fuck off." I hissed.

I walked away a bit only to hear one snickering, "She can't do anything" I recognized the voice, Tracy Davis. I rolled my eyes, I didn't have time for them.

Making my way up to the third floor quietly. Once I was up there, walking down the hall towards Fluffy's door, I heard a familiar meow, turning around I saw the bloody eyed cat.

"Go away cat, now" I whispered, turning to walk away, hearing the cat take a step, I looked over my shoulder whispering a soft spell, "Obliviate" facing forward, after I saw the green light, I soon made it to the door. Pulling out the music box. Already unlocking the door, I could hear the growling inside, I lightly shook the music box, setting it on the ground, not fully opening the door, just enough to fit my hand and the music box in. It felt like it had been a half an hour, but only a few minutes, till I heard loud snoring. Opening the door a little more to peak my head in I saw the dog, or dogs were asleep. Walking into the room, I shut the door, locking it once again. Carrying the music box, as I walked closer towards the dog. Wand in one hand, the music box in the other. Walking close to the middle head. I stopped breathing, as i got into the breathing space of it, warm and wet the air around it was.

I pointed my wand at the trapdoor, assuming it was clocked. Crouching, down I pulled the door, open, looking down it before I jumped. Seeing black tentacles, my stomach felt like it was ready to puke, seeing the wet moving appendages. I rolled my wand in my hand, refusing to speak, as the end of my wand glowed a white light. Showing the Devils Snare below, that moved sharply, wiggling in the light. Stay calm, don't move and keep the light on. I can't set it on fire, it needs to be able to stop, or slow down Quirrell. Stuffing the music box into my pocket, then I dropped inside, pulling the trapdoor behind me, closing it.

Dropping into the Devils Snare, I did my best to keep myself calm. I couldn't do much about my goosebumps, I was creeped and grossed out, feeling the moist, nearly slimy vines wrap around me. Hold my lit wand tightly, holding in my scream, as the plant pulled me down, softly squeezing me. As I went down, not seeing anything, only the wetness that shined from the white light of my wand. I felt my feet, my legs were free, then I was dropped, falling onto a concrete floor, dropping my wand as I hit the ground.

"Ouch" I whimpered. Laying there, gathering myself, mentally. Gross, gross. I then got up, grabbing my wand, I lit it once again, seeing that I was in a long hall way. Walking forward, I then found myself in a room, with a flock of bats flying around? Ignoring them I walked through the door, finding a door in the way. Trying a few time to unlock it, unsuccessful. I then looked around the room, noticing that the flapping sounds were of winged keys, not bats. "They must be charmed, one of them must open the door" I whispered, stating the obvious to myself. I then looked back at the door, observing the lock, in hopes to deduce that the key would open the lock would be unique. The lock was silver, and looked old, with rust on it, so the key needed would have to look old also, with the same amount of rust. Theoretically of course.