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House: Ravenclaw
Challenge 6: Take a character from a House you have not yet used (This one's for you, Slytherin!) and write a 'missing moment' from their lives: something we know happened in the cannon of the stories (a teacher's interview or Molly and Arthur's wedding) but were never shown. The fic MUST be written in first person.
I thought that would be easy, turns out, not so much. I like to write first person. I find it natural, usually. However, trying to write something first person from a guy's POV? SOOO HARD OTL! And especially when it comes to a character like Tom Riddle/Voldemort! ACK!
I don't like this. And I despise the ending but I have no where else to go with it.
Not my best fic and for which I am terribly sorry, fellow Ravenclaws!
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The Search
I slipped along the halls, quiet as the spectres I was trying to avoid. I reached my destination, withdrawing my wand from my pocket and tracing it, almost lovingly along the door's hinges whispering a silencing charm.
I turned the brass handle and entered the room, the scent of damp hitting me like a wall. "Lumos," I breathed. Light splashed along the walls and flashed along the tiles, creating hideous shadows that slunk their way over sink, floor and cubicle door like grotesque puppets.
A quick scan told me that I would have to probe further into the room than simply using eye sight, just like I had the others.
I hoped, beyond hope that tonight would bring me the success I desired.
Magic left traces. It was a basic idea and a widely accepted notion. But very few wizards chose to act upon it. Did they not realise what they could gain from this?
I crouched down and placed my palm on the moist tiles. I closed my eyes and began to breathe slowly, trying to feel out towards the magic with my mind. Superfluous spell traces lingered but there was something a little... more nearby.
Like a fish caught on a line, I found myself shooting back to my feet and finding my way to the sinks.
There was something hidden there.
I brought my wand close by, intent on searching every inch of the porcelain and metalwork. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. But...
I absently turned the tap, expecting a burst of icy water to splash into the basin yet there was none. The tap made no noise, not even a single droplet made an attempt for freedom. In a school of magic you would expect someone with magical maintenance knowledge to be able to fix a broken tap.
And then I saw it. Almost invisible, worn away from years of failed attempts to turn on the tap, was a tiny snake.
Its image was carved into the tap. Oh the teachers knew this place existed. How could they not? But of course no one worthy had wandered the walls of this castle for years!
And now I would be the first, the very first in so very long.
I opened my mouth and began to make the rasping, hissing noise that were more comforting and familiar to me than any kind of music. My true language. My ancestor's language.
The tap began to glow and spin. The sink disappearing to show a large hole in the ground.
The Chamber of Secrets would soon be open.
My job was just beginning.