Slytherin Roar || Tom Riddle's Era

Chapter 20 || Finding Answers

"I have a way to eliminate all the enemies that you were designed to kill; muggle-borns."

"You lied."

"As if I've never done that before."

"I trusted you!—I thought you were my friends!"

"Hunt her down and finish what Salazar Slytherin wished to complete."

The vision was all black. Only darkness filled, but there was a small dot of light at the furthest corner.

Purple. Rich, beautiful colour like shining jewellery of crystal amethyst.

Then it flashed to turn into a deeper, yet the lighter colour of nature. Green. Deep moss green that would be located in the deepest part of a cave and shine under the small peep of sunlight.

Then it turned into two dots. Eyes. Pair of lustrous eyes that seemed to suck all their life away. It was mysteriously captivating, almost impossible to look away from them.

"You are going to be one of the most powerful sorcerers, Vivienne. Remember that."

Mist coiled around the green eyes, deadly black vapour and soon veiled them without leaving a trace.

"Vivienne."

I felt a light touch on either side of my arms. Fisting my hands, I hesitantly cracked open my eyes. Blinking a few times, I looked right to left, seeing the prominent features of my two male Slytherin 'friends', Tom and Abraxas. I merely scowled when I saw them looking at me with worry. Brushing their weak grip on my arm, I faced right in front of me and took a step back.

"What . . . What happened?"

"You," Tom answered, swallowing nervously.

I eyed the statue in front of me apprehensively. It must've been at least five meters long and the most attention-catching part of it was its big, deadly eyes that pierced through your soul to petrify you—at least it would have. The basilisk's mouth was agape wide open, flashing its scattered fangs that were still dripping with venom, thick liquid falling like raindrops. However, the effects of its deadly stare seemed to be ineffective in its death because there was no reaction in looking at them.

"I know that you are—that you are mad at us," Tom said cautiously, "but believe me that what I said earlier was a complete lie."

I faced him.

He swallowed once more. "Every single bit."

My brows furrowed. "Really? Are you sure about that?" I took a step closer and tilted my head. Pointing a finger at him, I jabbed him on the chest. "You sounded like you were telling the truth. Every single bit."

"Vivienne," Abraxas called out to me, "listen to us."

My shoulders sagged and I exhaled slowly. Taking a step back, I let him straighten up, watching him nod at Abraxas in gratitude.

"All of those lies Abraxas and I've spoken was to trigger you to do" –he glanced at the basilisk– "to get the same reaction out of you when you met my uncle, Morfin."

"So you wanted to trigger me to have the same homicidal rage back at Little Hangleton."

"Yes."

My brows furrowed in confusion. "But why? You know you would've died."

"So that we can somehow end the basilisk's terror."

"You must be very poetic," I remarked sharply. "But how did you know I could do that?" I gestured at the frozen monster.