His Slytherin Game

CHAPTER SEVEN

Note : I know the last chapter was in different points of view but unless I mention whoes POV it is, it's in Raelins. Xx

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I take the note out of my pocket after school. We are sitting on a field on the outer skirts of the school grounds. Showing it to Jessie first, she says its horrible and passes it to Issac. Samuel looks over his shoulder to take a glance.

"you should show it to Dumbledor" Jessie suggests "or Mcgonagall"
"I wasn't going to show a teacher, I don't want to be seen a snitch or anything. I was just hoping you could tell me what this means" I say leaning over to point at the words 'I wish the chamber of secrets was still open so our school would be rid of you lot!'.
Issac and Jessie stare at eachother. Samuel is sitting with his legs crossed slightly away from us, playing with the hem of his robes. I still don't know what's happened with him and Issac but I'm not going to ask.

"so, what is it?" I ask after a couple of seconds without an answer
"um-" Issac starts, at the same time Jessie says
"Well-" they both pause and close thier mouths
I jump a bit when Samuel speeks
"why are you scared to talk about it?" he looks to me and beings to explain everything.
"the Chamber of Secrets was created by Salazar Slytherin" he pauses aswell and locks eyes with me. Then he pushes forward "he built it without the three other fellow founders knowning-"
"but its a myth" Jessie cut in
"no its not! You know it's not" Samuel said glaring at her. "The Chamber was - for many centuries - it was believed to be a myth; however" he stops again and swallows before continuing "its not. It was opened. Many times. Even by -"
"Sam stop!" Isaac interrupted "I don't think she knows" he says the last past a little more quiet but I still hear it.
"then she should" Samuel says and starts explaining again "even by Tom Riddle. Or as most people know him, Voldermort."
My eyes go wide, I'd heard a lot about that name, just whispers but I wasn't happy with what I heard. It scared me. And the fact that everyone referred to him as 'you know who' shows the extent of his power and the pain and fear he caused people.
"I know who that is" I clarify and then Samuel goes on
"good. He was a follower of Salazar Slytherin and a parslemouth. You had to be a follower and a parslemouth to enter the chamber. The chamber Slytherin had built was to be the lair of a monster that he alone – or his descendants – would be able to control: a Basilisk."
"what does the note mean though, when it says he wishes it was still open?" I ask.
"it was opened recently" Jessie explains "we were in our second year here and some students - muggle borns - started being a attack. Salazar wished the school was full of pure bloods you see, so did his followers" she sounds more sad as she ends her sentence.
"no one was badly hurt" Isaac tells me
"so who opened it? When you were hear I mean" I ask curious
"no one really knows, it's believed to be the heir of Slytherin, but we don't know who"
"it's believed to be Malfoy" Samuel says looking at the floor again with disgust in his voise as he says it.
"oh" I am shocked into silence.

Jessie brings our attention back to the note. She reads over it again before saying
"whoever wrote this note to you is just a bully and is just trying to scare you Raelin. It's nothing to worry about."
"it was one of Malfoys friends" I tell them "I think anyway."
"I'll KILL him!" Issac says, getting angry
"but I don't know if he knew about it, he looked busy during transformations" I tell him so he doesn't go after Malfoy again.

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After finding out what the note ment from my friends I start to think about it while sitting on my bed. I'm not going to get to caught up about it. But I'm not going to let these people get away with it either.

I leave my dorm with the note in my pocket. I start walking around the castle and I'm not sure what I'm looking for, but I find myself outside. I'm in the quad area but it's empty, so I venture back inside and turn the corner. I find my way around the stair cases untill I get to the 4th floor and then I take a right.

I found it. What I'm looking for. As soon as I saw it I knew that that's what I was looking for. It was the corridor leading to the Slytherin boys dormitory. We were alone in the corridor, and I was grateful for this because before I could stop myself

"MALFOY!" I call and he turns his head around. I'm quite a way down the hall from him but I still see his face. It's still deeply bruised but his cuts are beginning to heal. He doesn't stop walking, just turns his head back around and continues his journey.

"Malfoy!" I call again. This time it is quieter and controlled but more assertive. I still get no reaction. I run down the hallway to catch up to him. He must have heard my footsteps and realised I wasn't going to leave him alone because he finally turned around fully and stopped, causing me to slow my place and stop a couple meters in front of him.
"what do you want?" he asks exasperated. Glaring at me with his grey eyes, his face annoyed and tired.

To be honest, I don't know what to say. I don't know what I want. I just felt he was the one I had to talk to. I don't know why. I wanted to shout at him but I don't actually have a reason to. I want to run away and cry but not because I'm sad.

I must have been staring him for a bit to long without answering because he scoffs and begins to turn and walk away agian
"No!" I said a little too loud and reach out to pull on his shoulder and turn him back to me.
By doing this it causes me to step forward and him to stumble towards me a bit. We were close. Too close. I only now noticed how tall he is, about 5 ft 10. He isn't overly tall but he is taller then me. His breath ghosted across my forehead and blew a couple of the hairs on my head.

"what do you want?" he said again with his teeth clenched. He is getting annoyed. But he doesn't step back. So I do. The close proximity is making me nervous.

I don't say anything, I just slam the note into his chest. I don't want to cry but this is overwhelming and I am so confused, my eyes are turning red around the edges and tears begin to pile as I try to hold them back.
He gently curls his fingers around my wrist and pulls my hand away. The note falls to the floor and he bends down slowly to pick it up. He is being so soft at the moment and I don't understand why. It doesn't last long though. After he scanned over the note he bitterly says
"what does this mean?"
"one your friends threw it at me!" I reply
"good for them, why are so upset about it?" he says, irritation behind words
I stare dumbfoundedly at him
"it's not like it isn't true" is all he evily replies before he turns back around and walks away, the note still clutched in his hand. Great! Now if I did want to tell someone about it, I had no proof.