Bellamione - her beloved monster

31. The Chamber Of Horrors

The language of snakes.

Everyone who spoke this language fluently would feel contempt.

So this gift was considered a curse.

Hermione knew only two people who carried this gift with them.

The first - she was not even allowed to think of him.

The other was her best friend, and it was he who had taught her single words.

The student didn't even really know what they meant.

But before she had thought about it, a hiss already escaped her lips. She searched the taps and after a short while already found the small engraved snake.

Fake Selwyn spun the metal on its axis.

As before, the washroom rotated.

Darkness.

Before she realized it, she was plummeting.

The fabric of her robe cut along sharp edges.

A screamed.

It was hers.

The hat clenched tightly in her hands.

A bang.

Her legs ached as she slammed to the hard floor.

She stretched, standing in a pile of animal bones. At least, she hoped they were those of animals.

"Bella!" She shouted into the darkness, pulling out her wand, "Lumos!"
However, this only lit up the hall subtly.

It was a small antechamber as if horror first reigned behind the iron gate.

"Bella!"
No.

Hermione knew her friend was in the chamber.

In the chamber of horrors and monsters.

She began to tremble.

Her hands were sweating, and the witch held her wand protectively in front of her chest.

Once again, the darkness coaxed the words from her.

The words she didn't even know the meaning of - This was quite an exception for Hermione Granger.

Before she realized it, the iron frame rattled, and the portal slid out as if of its own accord.

A passage straight into darkness.

And then she entered nothingness.

"Lumos!" She shouted louder.

The light grew ever larger until her gaze fell on a gigantic hall with columns built close together.

The chamber seemed cold, the tiles grey and brittle, on whichwere small snakes engraved.

"Trix?"

The student's voice sounded brittle.

Even as her wand gave a little light, she felt her way along the slippery walls.

There she stood, the enormous statue of Salazar Slytherin.

Suddenly, a silhouette stood out among all the shadows.

"Bella!"
Hermione ran and stopped in front of the chalky white figure.

Silently, she stood in front of the stone statue, her wand in her right hand, a knife soaked in blood in her left.