This is the second chapter of our story. We're going to be uploading three chapters every Friday. Try to review and remember we don't own HP
Eye Don't See You
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"Scorpius," I called, entering his room. " Scorpius, where are you?"
No answer.
I briskly walked back outside to circle the grounds, hollering Scorpius as I walked. I've been home for thirty minutes and no sign of a small, platinum blonde came running to tackle me. I became increasingly more worried as the silence stretched on. My walking turned into running, and the sheen of cold sweat that broke out on my forehead a while ago now rolls down my face.
"SCORPIUS!" I yelled. The sound echoed along the house.
It was dead silent. Where's the nanny I hired? I sprinted upstairs, the tails of my jacket violently flowing out behind me. I stopped as I noticed the door to my office barely cracked open. It was closed when I left for work.
Rushing, I nearly fell as I shoved it open. From wall to wall stood desks and bookcases covered in ancient, slightly decaying scrolls and tightly sealed jars containing strange preserves from even stranger creatures. My job was in the Ministry of Magic working with magical creatures. I believe in taking my work home with me, explaining the roughly drawn diagrams and fleshy organs I have lying about.
In the very back of the room where the sun is unable to hit it, stood a glass stand holding the more precious of my research, a petrified eye of a dragon.
When a dragon dies, it's power moves to one of their body parts so it can become alive again. Kind of like phoenix, but the chances of reincarnation are very slim. The power is also very unstable. More often than not, the part is destroyed in attempt to release its power and live once more.
From my vantage point on the situation, I realized something was very wrong. The shield I put around the eye was gone. Completely pulverized. The nanny was dead, burned and slumped on the floor. Even worse, the eye itself was missing.
And so was Scorpius.