𝐀𝐮𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐢𝐛𝐢. - 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

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After Zacheus left her room, the female had finally got the needed time to look over her "new" room. She found some interesting things, but the most helpful item she discovered was an old diary which belonged to her counterpart.

The Diary was very organized, day by day were written down neatly.

Reading up to half of the book, she made a shocking discovery. It was a name. Finally she knew the person who she apparently had a relationship with. It was Marcius fucking Nott.

If she remembered correctly, that was the guy Rana extra warned her beside the Mulciber heir.

The agressive hot-head who had a cruel streak and was always one of the guys in their Slytherin group who liked to bully the Muggleborn students of Hogwarts.

She got an unsettling feeling at this, her instincts told her nothing good will come of this information.

There is no going back- she needed to do the right thing and break everything off between the two of them. Before everything escalates.

Hours later, the girl was standing in front of her window. Only dressed in her white bathrobe with a warm cup of tea. Just freshen up after a relaxing bathing session.

Observing the landscape around the house. It was dark outside and slightly snowing, leaving everything sheathed in a white like cover.

She thought about the currently existing two hocrux Tom Riddle created. One from the death of a ravenclaw student and the second through the death of his father.

She also thought about the option of checking out if his father's family was really dead, but the problem was- the girl didn't know where the exact location lay.

From her limited knowledge, she knew that it was in some unknown little town in Britain. It was a death end.

Thinking back on what really matters- the plan she came up with Rana Black.

The whole plan will start after the winter vacation.
Fiona couldn't wait when this shit show was finally over. Still having a little hope that she can go back to her universe.

She tiredly sighed, feeling like an old woman who couldn't wait for her retirement. And the show hasn't even really started yet.

[ time skip ]

Back at Hogwarts, Fiona was glad to see Rana as one of the first familiar faces. The girls exchanged their holiday stories, on the way to the Slytherin dungeon.

The Zabini heiress could pick out that an important event occurred. The Balck's hold up a family reunion order by the current head of the House, Arcturus Black.

The reason was simple- it was enlightened to every single member of House Black, who Tom Riddle really was. Nobody was permitted to become a follower of his so-called purpose. Everyone agreed to keep their distance from him.

Finally reaching the Slytherin Common Room, the girls saw Riddle's Clique standing in the middle of the room, talking with Tom Riddle.

Abraxas immediately noticed Fiona and excused himself. He went straight to her and with any further warning embraced her in a bone crushing hug.

"I missed you." He whispered into her ear. The Zabini girl inwardly sighed to herself and prepared for an oscar winning act. Or was it really an act?

With so much enthusiasm she could bring up at that moment, the female teenager started giggling. Placing her hand playfully on his chest.

"Silly, we were only three days apart!" And to put a cherry on top, she kissed him on his cheek.

Abraxas didn't answer but his arms tightened around her, causing the female to sigh as she ran her hand through her hair, keeping the frustration in bay. But never forgetting to keep the smile on her face.

Rana just observed the scene unimpressed.

Abraxas dragged both girls to the destination of the group, where Tom Riddle was patiently waiting for something or rather someone.

Evan went straight to Rana and greeted her with a side hug, wanting to do the same to Fiona but saw how the Malfoy heir was occupied with her and decided to leave her alone. For now.

The Slytherin heir went straight to the point.
"Miss Black, a word please?" keeping a empty polite smile on his face.

Back at Fiona, who was too focused on starring at Marcius Nott, still trying to find out what her counterpart found so intriguing about him. He had the looks, she couldn't deny that but his character was a piece of work.

The group was on their way outside, to the Black Lake. The Zabini heiress noticed that she was the only female, Rana disappeared with Riddle somewhere else.

Walking between Abraxas and Evan she felt weirdly at peace. Avery and Mulciber in the front, leading the group. While Lestrange and Nott were walking behind her.

The second a little too close for her taste.
Students from other houses looked reverent at them. Some girls would even look wistfully at Lestrange, the boy obviously savoring the attention.

The female could understand it, remembering back to the time in her school, belonging to one of the "popular clique". The area around them screamed superior!

Suddenly they stopped their walk. It was in front of third-year Gryffindor, who was laying on the ground, books spread around him. The reason the poor fellow felt was that Avery and Mulciber shoved him.

There was no one present, it was one of the quiet areas around Hogwarts.

Nott couldn't refrain from commenting.
"What do we have here? A Muddblood?"
Not really hiding the evil intent behind his eyes.

The Gryffindor tried to be brave and let out an trembling Leave me alone!

But she could see how nervous he got. Struggling to quickly pick up his book and getting the hell out of there. But Nott had other plans. Every time he tried to reach his books, they magically moved away from him.

Lestrange had an amused expression on his face while clasping his hands behind his head.

They snicker at the pathetic display. Only Evan and Fiona remain silent.

Fiona inwardly shuddered, feeling a pang of guild. The scene in front of her gives her a hunch of a Deja-vu.

Suddenly a memory from a time she tried to repress appeared out of nowhere.

She stiffens. Flashbacks from that night occurred in her mind. That night, she did something unforgivable. It will always remain a secret. A secret she would take to her grave.

That unfaithful night, she and her friends played a horrible prank on a girl, which led to the death of that person. Fiona will always remember those hateful eyes of the mother of that girl staring at her at the funeral.

Her group of friends would always pick on that girl and Fiona would always remain silent. In the end, all she did was watch from the sidelines. Never saying anything. Never doing anything. But that night, they went too far.

Thinking back, she knew that the people she hung around had no good influence on her. Fiona just didn't want to be alone, so she stayed with them, but in the end, she paid the price for that.

Someone touched her right arm, it was Lestrange.

"Fiona, everything alright, darling?" The ebony-haired boy looked alarmed at her.

She desperately needed a distraction. Mentally preparing for the upcoming act, giving the best not to cringe.

She dramatically whined and swirled a strand of her black hair.

"Boys, I'm bo-red, can we just, I don't know, go to the black lake, like we planned?"

Keep watching down disgusted at the young boy on the floor, she did the unthinkable and jinxed the Gryffindor into a rat.
Putting an innocent face on, she turned around and blinked at the boys. Tilling her head to the side.

"We are done here, right?"

Some of the males had clear surprise written over their face and the likes of Mulciber, Nott and Avery were leering at her as if they really started noticing her.

Which was very disturbing if one would take in account that those boys took pleasure in tormenting people of lesser status.

Fiona kept her act, dragged Abraxas with her, automatically causing the others following the couple. The Malfoy heir couldn't stop smirking at the display in front of him, possessively wrapping his arms around her waist.

Leaving the forever traumatized boy slash rat behind, fully knowing the effect of her spell will soon enough disappear. Like her moral compass.

The girl started to confuse her act with reality.

Not disliking the power she felt when she stood in front of the Muggle-born student. Feeling the euphoria rushing through her veins, her eyes hold a newfound twinkle.

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