My Mortal

chapter 4

(Back at it again!)

I have returned to Hogwarts, I had a fake smile, I watch all the first years run around, I wish I actually HAD a first year, I can’t tell anyone about...I should stop thinking about that, I walked to my favorite place- the library, grabbing a book, I notice someone reading, piles of books around him, he looks up, he has red eyes, and white hair- no. No. No, it can’t be him, his eyes widened “E-Ebony....?!” He got up, putting the book down, his right eye had a giant scar, HER memories flood my head, a godforsaken voice from a memory speaks

“HEY VAMPIRE!” In a goddamned white girl voice, I feel sick, and woozy. I fall down, passing out.
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“Hey, wake up.” A Scottish accent wakes me up, I look around, there’s three people, Draco, Willow, and the guy from earlier. Draco was the first to say something

“Arius brought you here, dragging me and this...muggle here.”

I get up “What happened- Wait, Willow?!” Willow smiled

“I don’t know how I got here.” She shrugs as Draco groans

“And by that she means she appeared in my room.” He groaned as Willow shrugged

“Hey! Don’t blame me.” I drown them out, I look at who I assume is Arius, who is mocking Draco by mouthing his bickering, before taking a swig out of a flask

“Aren’t you like...nineteen?” I asked, he stopped drinking
“It’s orange juice.” He huffed, oh, that makes sense. Shit!

“Guys, were getting off topic.” I remind them, they all look at me

“What is there to discuss?” Draco raised a brow, crossing his arms, I looked at Willow

“Willow and I...we were at the museum-“

“You mean the muggles excuse for a museum?” Draco butted in

“Hush Draco! Anyway, during it, these monsters, called Shadowwalkers, attacked us, Willow pulled out a sword of vanquish, or whatever, and slashed a head off, causing the room to fill with smoke, I got a new wand somehow, but it’s...different.” I explain, Willow turning the ring into the blade; as I pull out the wand

“holy shit.” Draco murmured under his breath

“Now THATS a sword!”
Arius was amazed, he walked over, placing his hand onto the blade, feeling every crack and scratch in it
“There’s some runic language engraved.” He added, I looked at him

“How’d you know?” I asked, he took out some red water, he dumped it into where the runes were, excess water spilt onto the ground, there it was, it was ‘ ᛞᚨᚾᚷᛖᚱ ᚨᚹᚨᛁᛏᛋ ᛃᛟᚢ ‘ , whatever that means..

“It means danger awaits you.” Arius translated

“What?? Danger awaits us? What does that mean?” Willow looked confused, the red water disappeared into the blade, Arius shrugged

“Hell if I know, I just translate shit.” He had a playful voice with a heavy Irish accent, honestly I’m lucky I understand him, his smile morphed into a grim looking frown

“Now, on a serious note...” he used a more stern tone, getting Draco’s, Willow’s and I’s attention

“We all must have a reason we’re here, correct?” He furrowed his only eyebrow, I nodded

“Yes...sadly, has anyone else noticed something...peculiar about anyone?” I asked, Draco looked concerned, for once in his life, as if he needed to say something “C’mon, speak up Draco.” He huffed

“I’ve been getting...night terrors, sleep paralysis, whatever you call it, I can’t move anything, or scream, they usually involve...something, or someone in my room, coming closer to me, with the thick stench of blood following.” After finishing, I gave the look of ‘big yikes.’

“I usually wake up screaming.” He added, then we heard a voice we haven’t heard in a long, long time

“What are you doing here?!” No. It can’t be. All of us step back, it’s him.

It’s Dumbledore.

(Cursed by FlamingVictory