The Eyes of the Heir

Chapter 25: Basilisk

Zoe's POV

After making sure that my father had written our grade for the giggle water, Hermione and I parted ways as she dashed to the library while I dashed to the Slytherin's Library in our dormitory. It seemed that the common room was deserted as I made my way to the dormitory's personal library.

"Alright, I just have to look at these books which might take me longer than I should be." I muttered as I looked at each book.

"Why don't you sort things out first?"

I turned my whole body with speed as I heard Death's voice. He was sitting on a couch, his arms crossed as he looked at me with those piercing jet-black eyes. I stared at him for a while as I got amazed on how dashing he looks like whilst sitting on an ordinary couch.

"Are you listening?"

"Oh! Yes, yes of course! I'm listening! I was just thinking... where do you think would be the origin of this?" I said as my mind stopped admiring him. Why on Merlin's beard did I ever thought of that?

"Remember that diary? You have to talk to it in order to figure out."

"Why do you think I'm going to touch that diary? It's aura is pulsing with dark magic!"

"True. But, isn't it weird that when there are muggle-born students who get petrified, this mysterious diary suddenly shows up? What if the answer is in that diary?"

He does have a point... I guess I just have to be brave and face an artifact tinted with dark magic that may or may not harm me. That is basic.

I sighed and nodded as I made my way to my room, Death following behind me. As he locked the door, I looked at my desk to see the black diary there, it feels as if it's waiting for me. I looked at Death one last time before I sat on the chair for my desk and opened the book, my hand holding the quill my father gave me as I started writing something on this piece of darkness.

I need your help

Like it did before, the ink disappeared as if it was absorbed by the parchment, and new words were suddenly written.

Quite an introduction. What can I be of service?

This might give me goosebumps but for now I have to focus on finding out this chaos. I stared at the paper and thought of a question. I need to be smart at asking this thing, but what do I ask?

" Where to begin?" I asked Death. But before he could answer, my vision started to get dark, and now all I see is darkness. A vision.

"Did you hear that?" Harry suddenly said, looking around.

Professor Lockhart and I looked at each other then at Harry. "Hear what?"

"A whisper..."

The three of us were quiet and I tried listening to any sound, but I can't hear anything. Well this is getting creepy...

"That's enough now. Detention is over. You shall head to the Great Hall or to your dormitories. Good night."

As Professor Lockhart said this, I sighed in relief and stood up immediately. It was a surprise that I could still stand up straight and not fall from the chair I was sitting on. Harry and I quickly made our way out and I started to stretch.

"That was smart Harry, telling Professor Lockhart that you heard voices. It was a little creepy but at least we finally got out and I am able to stret-"