Bad Romance

Grandfather

-From your POV-

I heard a violent shaking of something in the room and it made me wake up; I peeled my eyes open and began looking around, trying to figure out what it was. I glanced at the clock and noted I had slept for about three and a half hours. I sit up off my bed and continue looking around for the source of the noise.

I bent down on my knees and looked under my bed, and then under V's. I saw a small wooden box violently shaking under her bed. I squinted and reached my hand under the bed and touch it but can't grab it. I try to wrap my fingers around it, but quickly release my grip as I feel it burn my skin. I let out a curse and a yelp of pain as I pull my hand back at look at it. The flesh is slightly burned flesh. A few blisters bubbled up on the skin and I hissed at the pain. I got up and looked around for something to grab the box with. I pull a sock out of my drawer and slide it on my hand like a mitten and then reach back under and grab it.

I had no idea what the hell the box was, but I needed to find out so I could make it stop so I could go back to sleep uninterrupted. I turned the box over in the covered hand a couple more times before I noticed that whenever I held it closer to the door, it got hotter. I raised an eyebrow and tested it a few times, moving my arm closer and then farther from the door. I grabbed my robe off the foot of my bed and slid it on, tucking my wand back into my sock and then pushing myself off the floor. I used the gloved hand to pick the box back up and quietly walked out of the room.

I pointed it around in various directions, like a compass, and would walk in any direction that it got hotter in. I wasn't paying much attention to where the box was taking me until I ended up at this giant vault. My eyebrows were furrowed up, but the box was practically scorching the closer it got to the vault. I tugged on it and pushed with my free hand,but it was not budging at all. "Ahh!" I felt one of the blisters on my hand begin to sting again, causing me to set the box down on the ground and free my hand of the sock. I looked down at it and saw the blisters morphing into weird lettering. Is that? Parseltongue. It's Parseltongue. I hadn't practiced with Tom in awhile, so it might be rusty, but it was worth a shot. I began sounding it out the best I could and then I heard the vault slowly creak. I covered my hand again and picked the box up, holding it in a way that would allow it to point me in the right direction.

It led me down a long and dim walk away and I felt it getting increasingly hot as I began hearing things. I lifted my head up to see the back of a platinum head. "Draco?" I say. He turns around and looks at me, with wide eyes.

"Y/n! How did you get down here?! You speak Parseltongue??" He asks. My eyes stare blankly at him for a moment before they glide over his shoulder and find Tom in the back of the aisle.

"Yeah yeah, hold on one second." I dismiss him as I lightly push past him and begin walking faster as my brain starts puzzling together that V is before him, looking possessed. My brisk walk turns into a light jog as I reach him. Soon, V- or at least her body- twitches towards me and smiles.

"Y/n Sorcier, how nice of you to join us." it was a deep and evil voice that sounded oddly familiar and my brain started quickly working to figure out where I'd heard it before. "I have a bone to pick with you." the voice says.

"I don't know who you are." I say. The voice lets out a deep laugh and the box becomes even hotter.

"I think you do, my dear. You're very smart." it taunts back. The box grows hotter and I look down at it, and then back up to V and realize. Galamite. Spirit of Galamite. My eyes widened and the voice let out another deep laugh. "She's figured it out!".

"Y/n.... what's it talking about?" Tom asks me in concern.

"Genesis Galamite, the spirit of a dark wizard that never fully died and feeds off living wizards, he possessed you at one point." I say. "This, this was the box you were trapped in. How did you get out??" I ask.