Chapter 5: All plans ruined by my own Aunt II
The next moment I opened my eyes and saw white. A white ceiling, a dirty looking matted floor and sofas lined up, leaving space for two aisles. It was certainly odd but what was even more so was the tiny rectangular/oblong-ish windows. Why have so many of them instead of just installing one large window? You would even see more if that were the case.
That crazy woman had sent me somewhere I fear to be muggle. Only muggles would build such inconvenient and compacted rooms. However what did not make sense was the pictures framed at the back of each seat. If they were muggles then the picture should not move, strange. Certainly strange.
"Good morning baby, are you hungry?"
Throwing my head to the side out of shock, I come face to face with a woman wearing a very short skirt. 'That length is simply inappropriate, unbefitting of a lady!' She reached out her hand and pokes my cheek. 'Ouch! hey stop that!'
Due to the immobility of an infant I did something quite childish and bit her fingers! Then I remembered. . . I don't have teeth.
"Your quite hungry aren't you? Just stay here and I will get you a warm bottle of milk."
Excuse me but I'm a baby! I cant go anywhere even if I wanted to and why don't you think it is strange for a baby to be alone?! I could only watch as the woman walks away and looked at the only thing I could look at for entertainment. The window.
For a while now I notice something just as baffling as this room and the wizards/muggles in it. I could only see blue out of the window. If only I could adjust my angle to- "Wahhh!"... the room just moved...
For a moment I swear I felt the entire room move up and down! There were even sounds that accompanied it! This must be an enchanted room.. and the people here must all be wizards then - since they didn't even react to it.
***Ladies and gentlemen for your safety please remain seated as we are experiencing a slight turbulence. Thank you for your participation.***
A voice just came from the ceiling! Even our mansion does not have that.
"Alright baby, your milk is ready. Come with me so you can eat."
The woman from earlier is back again. She removes the straps that cross over me in my seat and lift me in her arms. Since she is a witch, I guess I will allow her to touch me...
She carried me over to the 'feeding room' which has quite a number of metal drawers. While being fed the milk (which was in a strange looking container that was slightly transparent and smooth, was it made from crystal?) I contemplated on what to do now that I was certainly a distance away from Malfoy Manor and quite possible England.
Who knows where 'that woman' could have sent me off to.
What do I do now? How am I supposed plan everything when I am nowhere near where anything is supposed to happen? I had the perfect plan, I had 12 years to find out what it is that the dark lord left to my father. It was only a matter of time before I have it in my hands.
Last time I had prevented my father from murdering children (though his intention was for the weasley's only). . . honestly at that time I had wanted to become friends with- I scrunch my nose and sneer at the pure hilarity of that thought! Erase that. I merely did not want anyone to die. I had already established my base to rise up the ladder in the house, and students falling dead one after the other would serve to give my father reason to send me to Durmstrung. It was only because of mother worrying over my safety that had me schooling closer to home.
Father told me about his plan to bring misfortune to the weasleys by giving the weaslette the key to the chamber of secrets, and it was on pure luck that I came across a clue on what it could have held. I had been scanning a book on dark creatures after having found and all my necessary textbooks for second year. As I recall, our DDA teacher was having a book signing event in Flourish & Blotts. It was due to the ruckus that I could rip the page featuring a basilisk without getting caught.
I had been confused for several weeks on what it could be. They say once the chamber is unsealed, it would unleash the horror within, and use it to purge the school of all who were unworthy to study magic. When hearing the word 'purge' the first thought that went through my mind was 'plague', A curse that would bring illness and make the unworthy perish. However to achieve that without casualties, wouldn't it need to be sentient?
If it was a beast, then you could tame it, control it. And since it was Salazar who chose the beast, then a serpentine beast would be the only choice. A basilisk, the most horrifying and deadly serpent would be a ludicrous choice to have slumbering under children, but as a mascot for the Slytherin house it would be perfect. A beast truly befitting of the title 'King of Serpents'.
Then, when the school year began, it was a rush against time to prove my theory. Could it really be a basilisk or am I missing something? The golden trio would certainly know so i used my duel with potter to show them a clue in the form of a 'snake'. Though mostly it was for the entertainment of seeing the golden boy jump around, I certainly did not expect him to be a perseltongue.
When the first victim appeared however, I was crest fallen. It said that 'instant death' comes to its victims but they were simply petrified. I believed my only clue was gone and I didn't know where else to look. After more victims came about, it lead me to the conclusion that they may have just not looked at the basilisk's eyes but its reflection or through a semi-transparent object.
The basilisk was once again a plausible explanation. How it was able to move around was as simple as day. As a malfoy and slytherin, I knew quite a number of secret passageways before I even stepped foot in hogwarts. Something that had been here since Hogwart's very founding, would know even more. It went through channels, structures within the walls of Hogwarts itself. Slythering through pipes.
When I pieced everything together it did not take me long to deliver my message. I sneaked out at midnight and went to the hospital wing. I crumpled the piece of paper and stuffed it into the mudblood's hand. Surely fame wouldn't be bad for me but I couldn't take it then. By helping Saint Potter I would be abandoning my house by foiling the plan of our house's founder. Receiving that kind of fame would bring me more bad than good. So in the end I just did it to keep me from transferring into another school, though afterwards, I wish I did.
I have a hunch that whatever it is the dark lord left, is the key to opening the chamber. Everything had turned out fine in the end but if I had the key then, I would have had more control over the situation. I might have been able to save my father from vol- . vold- *sigh* the dark lord's wrath and prevented my family's decline.
How am I supposed to do anything now?
"You were a hungry little one weren't you?"
The woman put down the bottle I didn't know I finished, and set me into a sitting position. She then started patting me on my back and I felt a lump of air pass trying to escape from my stomach. 'No' 'No, as a pureblood heir I must not do such a-'
"buurrppp~"
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