I am back with the finals round of Houses! This is my drabble for Slytherin, round 9. The prompt I picked is [Object] Slytherin's Locket. I hope you like this!
Word Count: 546
Betas: Aurora, Aya Diefair, CupCakeyyy, Glowstar826, VanillaAshes
My mother was murdered.
This was the biggest realization Isolt Sayre had ever experienced. For many years, she had believed that her parents had died in a tragic but accidental fire when she was very small. But she was no longer a naive child. She was now fifteen years old, and for a couple of years now, she had a sneaking suspicion that there was something strange about the event.
Today, she finally had proof. Her aunt, Gormlaith, had gone out to the village to do some shopping, so Isolt had taken the opportunity to search their house for anything that would give credence to the theory that she'd harbored for two years: Gormlaith had murdered her mother and father.
She had found the evidence after searching every other obvious place, tucked between two loose bricks in the fireplace: her mother's locket. She remembered the day her mother had shown it to her so many years ago.
"This is a family heirloom, Isolt," Rionach had explained to her young daughter. "We're descended from a very powerful magical family, you know. Salazar Slytherin owned this locket."Being only five, Isolt had not known what that meant at the time, and she had told her mother so. "Who is that?""He helped start a very important magical school," Rionach had explained. "You'll go there when you're old enough. And this locket will be yours when you're older, too."
But neither sentiment had come true. She had indeed received a letter of acceptance to Hogwarts when she was eleven, but Gormlaith had refused to allow her to go. Gormlaith had imposed very strict rules upon her niece in an effort to eradicate the teachings of her parents and instill a hatred of Muggles in her. This, however, had only resulted in a hatred of Gormlaith herself.
Isolt had never gotten the locket in the end. Her mother had been wearing it during the fire, and it had been presumed lost to the inferno. But now, as she pulled the locket from between the bricks, she knew that had not been the case.
Gormlaith killed her sister. She killed my mother!
What could Isolt do? She was too young to run away, and she had no means. No one in the town would be willing to help her. Any time they came across each other, the Muggle children threw stones and taunted her.
I can't let her know that I know. That was the most important thing. Isolt would have to hide the knowledge she'd gained until she could find an opportunity to act on it and escape her aunt's control.
Quickly placing the locket back in the gap in the bricks, Isolt eyed the place anxiously. She had no idea how she would even begin to start planning to leave. Certainly today's opportunity to be alone would not present itself again for some time.
Bide your time, she finally told herself. An opportunity would show itself in time, and she would be prepared when it did.
It would take two years before Isolt would get up the courage—and the ability—to finally flee from her aunt and Ireland itself. But when she did, she stole the locket back from its hiding place.
After all, she was just reclaiming her birthright.