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The Cellar
I observe silently as the strange man studies the rune etched door, he was highly recommended by Hermione, though unbeknownst to her. Apparently, he published numerous tomes on magical artifacts and was a supposed genius in the field of archaic artifacts, he just looked like a mole to me. I had him kidnapped earlier this morning, while I trained with Hermione. Dolohov was more than happy to take command and had the old man waiting for me in my study by the time our four miles were done. A surly Severus was waiting with the frightened man.
I silently observe the old man as he squints through his severely thick glasses, muttering every often. I allow my mind to wonder as I watch Severus and the mole deep in conversation, the Headmaster was quite interested this archaic finding, mainly the runes. I suppose because this could possibly shorten his project. I began to think of Hermione. I did not like finding her the way I did yesterday morning, she looked utterly helpless in the dark room. I may like to inflict small torments onto my witch but that’s my will as too what and when those inflictions shall be…not some damn door in my home at that matter…I do believe that that door is Unseelie, which If so, then I had a double edge sword in the home of my ancestor.  I continue to stare at the two of them as they observe and the door The little wizard was very animated as he continued to decipher parts of the runes, forgetting his kidnapping amidst the lure of academic research. Severus and the archaic professor were debating the chances of this door being a portal. I figured that much…I wanted to know where it led to and what was specifically trying to lure my witch away. That’s what I cared about… I grudgingly admit that since the death of Nagini three years ago, by the cursed Longbottom at that; I haven’t been fond of anyone, in particular, I mainly used witches to control my sexual urges… many rarely survived for that matter…But with Hermione it was different, she made me feel complete…like she was the part of me that held the good I severely lacked…I wish there was a way to keep a part of her with me forever… she was getting quite strong…Oh… that’s brilliant.
I look up from my thoughts and stride over to the two wizards, upon arrival the little mole begins to tremble. pathetic really.
“What have you two discovered?” I stare at the little wizard as he shifts uncomfortably… from what I’ve heard, not much more than what I’ve come up with earlier.
“ We…well Emp.. Emperor Riddle, this door seems to be from Fae Unsee…Unseelie origin”, The little wizard squints in fear as he stumbles through his words. Severus respectfully steps aside as I continue to approach the door, observing the ancient craftsmanship. Now, why would Salazar have an Unseelie door in his home? … It seems my ancestor was a man of many secrets.
“What do the runes depict”, I ask the old man truly curious, I couldn’t find much material on the secretive Unseelie court. However, after reading a few coveted tomes I discover they were depicted as quite malicious and cunning, even going as far as viewing humans as food and toys.
The archaic professor quickly pushes his thick glasses onto his narrow face before replying quickly, “ Well my lord…ther…there isn’t much information on the Unseelie culture. The last time an Unseelie has been reported was about six hundred yea..years ago. However, I have deciphered a few of the runes.”, The little man eagerly hands over a torn sheet of parchment. I quickly glance over the three runes strewn hastily. The tiny wizard continues.
“The first rune is one that the Seelie Court has on many of their resurfaced artifacts. It seems to mean journey or travel… an… and the one below means eternity.”
I glance at the first rune, which is a layered mass of swirls, the eternity rune looked like a simple bow… I stare at the third one and the word scrawled next to it... now, this changes everything… I quickly put the parchment into my robes before turning and walking towards the cellar exit.
“I thank you for your services, Professor Gludenberh. However, I’ve recently come up with a brilliant idea and I must leave immediately. Severus do kindly dispose of our guest”, I do not turn to see the reactions, I have too much research to conclude.
“ Wait! please… I ca ca.. I can help… I promise I won’t say anything “ , he begs on his knees as his beady eyes frantically shift between Severus and my own dark form. I stare at his pitiful state before saying maliciously.
“This is the Ancient House of Salazar Slytherin, you forfeited your life the moment you stepped across the threshold…oh and Severus? Do get a signed autograph from the man, Hermione is an avid fan of his research ”, I smile before turning around and ascending towards the kitchens.
I leave the pathetic man staring in shock at my abrupt departure. Severus remains in the shadows.

I move from the corner without a sound and slowly glide before the still kneeling Professor Aldrich Gludenberh. He was staring at me with trembling eyes as he tried to form words of mercy. I certainly hated doing Voldemort’s dirty work.
I conjure the very tome I remember Hermione reading; The Various Uses of Ancient Objects Throughout the Magical History of Great Britain, below was scrawled Aldrich Gludenberh. I hand the sobbing man the book and a self-ink quill before I spell Hermione’s name out loud slowly. The old professor hands back the book in trembling hands, he has been stuttering pleas the whole time. However, I stare on with hardened eye, I was used to this depravity…I was a monster myself I presume, in my own ways…I continue to stare at the man until he finally stops crying on the floor, finally realizing the futility of it all.… this man really thinks that I could disobey a direct order?... Eventually, the old man stands up and pulls out a handkerchief. He begins cleaning his face and the grey wisp of a beard, he eventually stares at me with acceptance.
“I do apologize for the Dark Lord’s crude ways, however, I must carry out my orders and I’m sure you understand the secrecy of this, safe journeys… Avada Kedavra”, I nonverbally vanish the brilliant professor’s body, not caring to watch the light leave the old mans eyes. I stare at the ominous door once more, it seems to enjoy the presence of death. I clutch the heavy tome tighter before turning and heading towards the school …I really need a vacation.

October 10^th, 2005
Ancient House of Slytherin
11:39 am.
The past week has been a blur of progress. The sorting of the muggleborns into their rightful houses went quite smoothly and new robes were ordered. The majority were divided amongst the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, a couple in my mother’s house and none in Slytherin. No shock there. We secretly celebrated as we burned the bland grey robes they were forced to wear. There only twenty-five muggle born students here, all under the ages of thirteen. The rest of the muggleborns in Britain would not be allowed back to Hogwarts until the Magical Manifesto was signed and decreed, also the muggleborn boarding house still needed to be constructed in Hogsmeade. The muggleborn transition was rough the first day, the pureblood brats of society were quite used to their hierarchal status in the school. However, after a scathing lecture in the breakfast hall from Headmaster Snape and the houses were in line. It was a small step towards allowing any witch or wizard the chance to learn.
I set up a personal studying group once a week with the muggleborn children, at least until they were able to catch up with their counterparts. When I wasn’t with the children I was balancing other obligations. I would hang with Neville and Luna in the greenhouse, each other’s bond for the other seemed to have strengthened over night, They were inseparable and it made me happy to see Neville find someone that could help him recover. Besides the greenhouse, I would train with Riddle, where I guiltily looked forward to our afterwork out sex… or I was planning Tom’s binding with Harry, our astral travels were what kept me level-headed about this espionage… this insanity the Fates weaved for me.
I have used the past week to run as many arithmancy calculations to determine the optimal day to turn Riddle Fae and then bind him to Tír na nÓg. The way the heavens were aligned would play a major effect on the rate of succession. After seven different calculations and a combined thirty-six hours of grueling research; I have concluded that the blood moon would be the only night to complete the archaic ritual, any other date pulled forth from hours of long arithmancy equations deemed a less likely chance, or I had to exclude very important people from the plan… the disappointing part was that the next blood moon was two years from now… December 31^st, 2007. I notice that the blood moon falls on Riddle’s birthday. I just don’t know if that’s a good omen or bad… Would I be able to contest Riddle’s dark magic till then? Hopefully, Blaise’s calculations were different, he was supposed to be moving into the castle later this week.
I lay on the pile of pillows in my library, the silence was mocking as I held an internal battle within; I knew that trapping Tom in Tír na nÓg would highly benefit the wizarding and muggle world alike, he was too dangerous… too powerful, not to mention he was now immortal and highly intelligent. The world was practically his playground….But… I mean he was so brilliant!... and he could be nice when he wanted too, although it was usually for ulterior motives…except for this place. I quickly open my golden orbs and stare lovingly at the three leveled library, the gorgeous ivory and gold staircase was like the winding one outside.. he gave you this gorgeous library… it’s still a gilded cage in the end. If there was a way to change Riddle’s evil ways then he would be an optimal ruler for the magical world!... I think back to how Tom was laughing maniacally as the muggle man was suffocated to death by a Lethifold… yeah… might be better to bind him.
               I’m dragged from my thoughts by the faint smell of my simmering stabilization potion, I’ve been preparing it since breakfast, the alluring smell of lemongrass wafted from the pristine lab. The potion needed to simmer for a month before it’s potency would be effective enough to be of aid. I had to magically control the fire’s temperature, a charm that would need to be redone once a week until the potions stabilizing effects are reinforced. I needed this potion as an amplifier to Riddle’s change. Turning a human into a Fae being was hard work. Not only would I have to find a Fae essence and force it into Riddle’s body, kinda like a reversed making of a Horcrux, I would also have to find four elemental components needed to bind him to Tír na nÓg; I needed dragons fire… this was going to require outside help since I knew of none that owned dragons. Mermaid tears, I could easily acquire this form the potions storeroom or the black lake. Air from Tír na nÓg, I had a slight idea as too how to obtain this however, I would have to wait until October 31st. lastly, I needed stone. Since gold and silver metals are great channelers for alchemy, I had to sneak into the Great Hall and scrap silver and gold shavings from the bottom of our thrones. I figured the more personal these artifacts the more effective. Now really I just needed to find a way to communicate with Harry and the others, something besides astral dreaming. I also needed to create a fae rune schematic that will bind Riddle and I to Fae land… also if I can find a way to remove myself of this collar then even better. I would be able to escape Tír na nÓg with Harry and Ron. Like you would ever leave him…I ignore the distant but logical voice in my head. Honestly, who knows where he goes or what he does when he’s not here… He could be just returning from ordering a whole village massacred and I willingly sit in his lap like some trained kitten, happy that her master has returned. I roll in mortification my cheeks were inflamed as I bury myself into the cushions, ready to lie beneath forever. I was an utter joke, how was I going to save anyone when I couldn’t even control my own traitorous body around him. I huff in irritation as I resurface. I stare at the giant grandfather clock, realizing that I only had about twenty minutes before Riddle would be here for our afternoon training.
During breakfast, I finally received my wand. I had tears in my eyes when Riddle finally bestowed my beautiful vine wand back to me. I instantly felt the difference in my two magics. My fae magik was wild and flighty, and it was quite hard to control when emotional. The magic channeled through my wand was easier to reign, it felt logical and calculative...familiar. I wouldn’t say the two magics didn’t get along together, it was more than both magics needed to learn to work together. It was quite difficult casting simple spells, like Lumos and basic shield charms. My fae magick tried to take control and the magic centered in my wand did not seem to like the added help. The feeling of my skin crackling intensified as my two magics battled for control and I would just end up drained and frustrated. It was going to take time to wield both… I do have two years apparently… This thought brings me back to the dilemma with Riddle.
I bite my lips in frustration. I need to take a walk, I ungracefully roll out of my fluffy confine and stand up. I quickly glance up at the clock before deciding that a walk by the pantry wouldn’t hurt, I wasn’t obeying Tom’s order directly and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that strange door, I wondered where it lead too…Tom wasn’t being too forthcoming with any information and I knew he was looking into it…I could tell by the way his magic flared at discovering my invulnerability in that cellar alone… He’s been overprotective ever since. He has strongly warded the entire home, except my area, the first level, and the lifeless courtyard. I voiced to Riddle that I was quite upset that he warded the rest of the mansion off, I wanted to explore none other then Salazar Slytherin’s House. However, Riddle said he did not like the idea of me wandering alone in his dark mansion, he would unward the levels as he deems fit, and that was the final say…or so he thinks. I plan on figuring out how to break the wards, it was just a matter of time before I could wield both magics. I arrive in the dining room and pause, breathing as I try to sense the pull towards the kitchen. I frown, ever since the day Riddle found me standing blank-eyed at the black door in the cellar, I haven’t been able to feel the taunting pull, I felt nothing. It’s as if Riddle has found a way to block the trance. When I arrive at the pantry door, I slowly put my hands on the handle and my neck slowly constricts. I lift my fingers when I began to start feeling the pain. What does Slytherin have in this cellar and why am I so pulled towards it?
“ I haven’t figured out if the reason your so stubborn is because your naturally a curious creature or simply because your domineering Gryffindor qualities are bound to show through ?”
I jump slightly as I turn to see Tom sitting on the kitchen island while cutting into a pomegranate. The deep red juice drips unto the white floor. He drinks in my startled look in amusement before hopping down and offering me half the blooded fruit. I
walk past him in irritation and he chuckles as he follows me into the lab.
“I’m not stubborn, I just want to know why I am so drawn to that door, what’s on the other side? What were those runes of? I began to bombard Tom with questions. Riddle grabs my neck and begins snogging me senseless, I stop my ranting as I’m pulled into his dark waves. I taste the sweet-tart taste of pomegranate and I moan as his tongue dominates my mouth with skill. I began to place my hands on his chest, Riddle pulls back and views my lidded gaze with ravenous eyes, my lips were swollen with desire.
“ I simply love the effect I have on you Hermione, now shall we go out for dinner tonight?”
I snap out of our magic and stare at his cocky grin. His black hair was swept perfectly to the side and I really wanted to run my hands through his glossy locks.
“Riddle tell me what you know about the door! I should be able to know what’s affecting me... what if its Fae?”. Tom stares at my fiery disposition before sighing.
“ Hermione… whatever that door leads to is dark… darker than dark actually. I would say primordial. Why are you so easily drawn towards it? I do not know. I am researching the matter. I will discuss with you my findings when I feel it’s safe to do so… I do not wish to hear about this blasted door again”, growls Riddle before slowly stalking over to me, his magic challenges me, I stand my ground but say nothing more on the subject, fine…I’ll figure out a way myself….
“We have training lioness”
And with that, the smug bastard walks back towards Hogwarts.
I wish I could say training was enjoyable, reobtaining my wand should have been a day of enjoyment, but it was anything but. My two magics did not like coexisting together and it was beginning to be quite frustrating! I couldn’t do the simplest of spells unless I was using only one of my magics, either my logical wand or my fae powers… and even then, I could feel the latter begging to be released. This aggravating balance ended up creating a very exhausting and fruitless training, it didn’t help that Riddle was berating my performance the whole time through… although his critiques and advice were helpful. I was still glad it was over and really wanted to just focus on the Manifesto. Tom promised we could sign the document and set forth the motion.
I quickly showered and dressed quickly as I planned on meeting him in his library. I eagerly arrive to see a sour looking Lucius Malfoy and Tom. Tom was leaning over a heavy tome, I try to glimpse the title as I approach, however, Riddle finally notices my entrance and vanishes the book before rising to greet me.
Ever the sneaking one Riddle… I observe as Lucius stiffly bows before sitting on the green leather armchair. Riddle grabs my hand and kisses the back of it, I shiver instantly, and he smiles before purring,
“Hermione my dear, I do believe it’s time to sign this magical decree and allow you time with your new hobby”, he gently guides me towards my parchment that I crafted, I notice a few subclauses have been edited out and I frown at Tom. He smirks knowing exactly why I was soured.
“I ensure you, Hermione, that I read through every single sentence of this… what did you call it? … oh yes, “ light reading” and I have found every one of your sly attempts at deceit, you duplicitous little minx.”
I glower as I read through the changes he’s made, I notice instantly that he deciphered and deleted the part stating the crafter of this magical decree was considered free of all bindings… honestly, I hid this so far into the manifesto, that the reader had to look up seven different sub notes…. I also notice that he changed this treaty for two hundred years, instead of the four hundred and fifty I requested. He did, however, agree to leave in the sacred twenty eights head of households blood oath agreement ( and signature), that their house and its correspondents will agree to this clause or suffer a curse to their bloodline. I really wasn’t playing around…I figure that’s why Lucius Malfoy was angry. I chuckle softly as I see the pompous peacock bristle at my observance. Serves you right Lucius…
“Well you can’t blame a trapped girl for trying, now can you?”, I haughtily continue to scan the parchment and finally agree to sign it after making sure nothing else was changed. Riddle summons Severus to officiate the document. Headmaster Snape hands us all brass colored quills, I bend over the desk and begin signing my name. I cringe slightly as the quill quickly pricks my pointer finger, and my name begins to flow through my blood. I finish and set down the brass quill, Riddle hands me a silvered handkerchief before signing his own name in long elegant scrawl. I clutch my throbbing finger as I watch Lucius grudgingly sign his name, he stares at me with concealed ire before grabbing his own handkerchief and staunching his precious blood. Riddle rolls up the parchment and hands it over to Severus, he was to bring the document to tonight’s meeting, ensuring the rest of the pureblood families signed the document.
“I ensure you Hermione, that this document will be in tomorrow’s Daily Prophet, now I must hold a very important meeting with my most loyal commanders, come I shall walk you to your lessons with the muggleborns.”, Riddle grabs my arm and I secretly heal his hand as we descend from his library.
“ I will never get sick of the feeling of your magic thrumming throughout my skin, lioness”, Tom says in gratitude.
“Thank you for doing this Tom… I know I’m not technically muggleborn but I believed I was my whole school year… and doing the best and scoring the top grades was what I did to prove to those pompous pureblood idiots that blood didn’t matter…. and I know that your followers are not too happy about having to sign the document” ,I feel my magic caress his as I stop and grab his hand, We were in the middle of the first floor, near the library. He stares at my delicate fingers before following my gold swirls towards my matching eyes. I can feel his magic roar like waves at my open intimacy. I have never publicly shown any positive gestures towards Riddle, I was usually quietly bickering with him or trying my hardest to bite my tongue. Tom smiles at me, a beautiful smile that was rare in him. I really only seen this break in his polished façade when we were alone reading by the fire and fluffy pillows or when we debated magical theories. When he was just Tom. I began to feel my cheeks redden
“Your quite welcome Hermione, I have told you that you are my queen and shall have what you desire.”, he smiles as he kisses my hand softly. Students and Professors walk past awkwardly, our hands stayed combined as we continue to stare at each other. Our magic begins to frolic around out vicinity, as if my fae magik wanted my essence back from the dark waves.
I can tell Tom wants to say more but stops himself… I know this opening up wasn’t easy for the dark lord, it certainly wasn’t easy for me. I smile as I break the hand grasp, I was staring to feel intoxicated by his aura and needed a level head. Riddle smirks before bowing gracefully and turning on his heels.
“Tom?”, I say fervently. My throat was dry, I simply couldn’t understand these dynamics we play at.
Riddle turns around and raises an elegant eyebrow, awaiting my response, I walk to him with a lump in my throat.
“What… what am I to you? … you say I’m your queen, yet… I’m your enemy forced to submit”, I gesture at the serpent coiled around my throat.
“What am I to you?”, I whisper as I stare at him. He stares back softly, taking in my inner turmoil whilst also observing my outer discomfort. Tom takes his time answering as if really mulling over the answer. He finally says softly back.
“Enemy…queen, I suppose both, Hermione.” , Riddle stares at my stunned expression before turning and heading back towards his dark palace below.
I stand in the empty hall as I will my tears away. I feel my two magics flare as I clutch my wand tightly.
I eventually head into the school library, internally denying my love for that monster.

October 12^th, 2005

The past two days I have ignored Riddle as much as I could. I still had to train with him in the mornings, and he insisted on eating breakfast with me, you could simply taste the chilling silence in the air as I refused to budge from my silence. Riddle was getting quite irritated with my short-tempered disposition. I cared not, I was being quite immature by only answering his questions and besides that focusing on everything but him. I was truly doing this more for my own sanity then to be spiteful. Although, I’m sure Riddle thinks my recent mood was for the latter. I was grateful my father had thought of just about everything, if it wasn’t for Harry’s presence and our patch of heaven, then I’m sure I would be utterly lost to Riddle’s suffocating demeanor. Just having Harry to hold and comfort me, to see his smiles and a healthy spark in his gorgeous eyes… Although I enjoyed our dreams together, I was starting to fear them… I was starting to love Harry less, not completely! I would never stop loving Harry, we've been through entirely too much...however I simply wasn’t in love with him anymore. I feared it was because Riddle’s magic was drawing me in… I haven’t told Harry yet, nor was I ready to admit I may love a sociopathic murderer.
I compartmentalize my feelings before knocking on the seventh-floor arithmancy office. I wait in apprehension for Blaise Zabini to answer, I have heard from Snape and Riddle that Professor Vector gladly gave the newly arrived Blaise the arithmancy office, claiming she wanted the office on the fourth floor, the one with the private bathroom. I haven’t talked to Blaise or Draco since the Death Games, obviously due to trying to all maintain a low profile. I was quite nervous to hear his calculations, I was sincerely hoping that somehow my seven calculations were in error. I bite my lip lost in thought as the door finally opens.
Blaise Zabini stood a solid height of “6’5” and he has definitely kept his chaser body since school. I quickly observe his form-fitting forest green square vest and charcoal black button down before smiling and handing him a welcome gift. It was an assortment of saltwater taffies in a brightly silvered bow. I clearly remember Zabini receiving many boxes of the sticky gunk from home. I always thought it was peculiar that a pureblood was so fond of muggle candies.
I could probably count the times I have seen Blaise Zabini smile and it was truly a beautiful thing to behold, his dark skin illuminated and his jagged brown eyes warmed to chocolate.
“Why thank you, I see that the lioness is ever observant. I feel esteemed to have caught your eye during school.”, Blaise says smoothly as he gestures his hand towards his new office. I enter as my cheeks redden.  Was the enigmatic Zabini flirting with me? I murmur that I was graced with a photographic memory and had always found his taste in candies rather peculiar.
Zabini chuckles deeply and I quietly observe his office.
Zabini’s taste was quite different to Professor Vector’s style. Where the former arithmancy professor’s office was scattered with charts and heavy tomes depicting her desired profession; Blaise’s room was immaculate. It was as enigmatic as it’s owner, my eyes take in the dark and polished look of his office. The entire room bare except the necessities, a dark wooden desk that held nothing but a beautiful solid emerald pensive and several vials of silver memories. The rest of the room had two chairs facing the desk and built-in bookcases surround the entire room. They were full of complex arithmancy tomes. I notice many were in Italian and Latin. Perhaps the most interesting object in this orderly office was the giant emerald and obsidian chest near the corner of the room. It was quite beautiful and daunting. I slowly run my fingers over the emerald stones. I feel Zabini’s eyes on my back as I pretend to admire the chest, I effortlessly push out my magic and feel his mind.
Zabini’s mind was just as mysterious as his clever front. His surface was an unsettling calm like the silence heard in a primordial forest. I sensed wise, knowing, calculating… as I dig deeper I began to feel the continued silence, like the eerie silence before a storm. I also feel patience and well-contained lust… I shiver involuntarily as I turn around to stare at Zabini. Honestly were all Slytherin men this intense?
Blaise’s demeanor was ever cool, in fact he was already leaning on his desk pretending to go over his student's papers. However, I knew, no felt his hidden desire.and also his piercing gaze. I began to feel my pulse quicken, his ability to maintain his emotions was quite unsettling… I guess it was a good trait to have on your side.
“I’m sorry Zabini, I was just admiring this beautiful chest. It’s simply gorgeous.” , I gesture to the chest as I try to cover up my awkward silence. Blaise casually glances up from his papers and stares at the chest before staring at my gold eyes.
“Yes quite beautiful… It’s a family heirloom from Italy”, Zabini begins to conjure tea and biscuits, he fixes my tea with honey and cream and hands me the steaming cup with brown jagged eyes. I take my preferred cup knowing that he’s subtlety showing me he can play the game was well. I grab the delicate tea saucer, thanking Zabini quietly.
I sit down in the arm chair next to his, there’s a small round table that separates us, however, I still can feel his silencing magic. I began to wonder was I naturally more Intune to magical aura’s since I’m half Fae? Honestly being this first of something was quite irksome. You had nothing to reference with!  I listen as Zabini begins to talk about his calculations with a clear and scientific voice. I listen as I wait for my tea to cool. I watch as Zabini begins to pull out his papers when I feel a sharp prick in the middle of my finger. I jump slightly and stare at the tea cup in alarm. My pointer finger was dripping delicate drops of blood. It seemed the handle of the tiny tea cup has cut my finger, upon closer inspection I see a jagged line on the inside of the tea cup handle, hence the tiny laceration on my finger.
“Oh no Zabini, I am terribly sorry… I seem to have knicked my self on the tea cup”, I began to stand up as I cover my dripping finger, honestly it was only a prick and it was flowing awfully much.
Blaise rises as he watches my startled eyes, he quickly draws a white handkerchief and winds it tightly around my hand.
“Here allow me, princess, I am sorry for the incident, and please call me Blaise, Hermione.” , Blaise stares at me with shadowy eyes and I just quietly shake my head in reverence, I felt slightly dizzy from his close proximity. He soon vanishes the blood stained cloth and heals my finger to new. I notice the skin is slightly pink but anew.
“ Thank you Blaise, I’m known to have my bouts of clumsiness so please no fault on your side, please continue.”
Blaise smoothly continues his speech as he hands over complex calculations. I pour over his work, he was truly a master with his calculations. I was crude compared to his delicacy. Zabini makes me a fresh cup of tea as I observe his work. I sigh as I conclude his final answers.
“ It seems that we have came to the same date then, the next blood moon December 25^th 2007.” I stare at him as I bit my lip in frustration. I was hoping that maybe my calculations were off…
Blaise nods his head in confirmation, I could still feel his silencing magic.
“ It seems we shall have two years to plan this, Granger”, He vanishes his paperwork and helps me rise up.
“ Yes, I presume that’s a positive way to think about this Blaise.” I turn by his door and stare at his tall form.
Blaise Zabini stares down at my wild curls before saying softly.
“ Yes, well I’m sure we will need every amount of that time… Ah yes, I have forgotten to tell you that Draco would like for us to meet tonight at midnight, if you can sneak away from the heir… a secret meeting in the astrology tower. Since Draco is an inner circle Death Eater, he will able to apparate into the castle without raising the alarm.”
I instantly perk up at the mention of the silvered pureblood’s name. I don’t notice the subtly clench of Zabini’s jaw.
“I will most certainly try, what did he want to discuss in secret?, I have stepped into the hall and I instantly feel a little better, being close to Zabini was as almost suffocating as Tom’s magic… in a more clinical way. Blaise stares in his muscled form before replying
“ I am not sure, however, he did say that it was quite worth the stealth, I hope to see you there, until then princess” , Zabini bows before heading back into his mysterious office.
My gold swirls shiver as I walk towards my library, the faint scratch a phantom sting on my finger.

I stare at my chest before slowly opening the family heirloom. Inside there wasn’t much besides a few dark tomes, my father’s dragon stringed wand, a well-aged Odgen’s Fire Whiskey, and a large black chest. I pull the dark metal box out as I unward the curse simmering over its surface. I view the contents with a sly grin; an elegant crystal glass tumbler with gold flecks of lipstick was nestled carefully on dark velvet cushions, besides the glass was a simple vial with a few strands of brown curly hair, lastly, the white handkerchief with Granger’s blood. It was neatly folded magically when I summoned it here. I stare at the box for a few more minutes before adding the gift of muggle taffy Hermione gifted me., I was practically ready...
I slowly close the box and ward the chest; thinking all my desire I shall soon fulfill. I turn to my emerald pensive and began pulling forth new memories of the little lioness.
You should really be more careful around a nest of snakes Hermione
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