✦ᴀᴍʙɪᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴄᴇ✦ - 𝘚.𝘖.𝘉

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 43

𝕴 had spent much longer than I wanted to talking to Dumbledore about horcruxes and my ideas about the dark wizard at large. If I was him, and I was making horcruxes, I would conceal my soul into things that would be difficult to destroy or people would be reluctant to destroy with their importance to history- which is why I believe that he may have used the founders of Hogwart's objects like we talked about last time. Slytherin's Locket, Helga's cup and Ravenclaw's diadem, he couldn't use Gryffindor's sword because Dumbledore had it and i'm not sure if you could place a part of your soul in a sword, but i'm guessing the sword has something to do with it too.

It's all connected.

I've been sworn to secrecy at the moment, though I've been telling Sirius small parts of what's been going on, just not all of it- I keep the dangerous parts to myself and Dumbledore just in case. It's safer if he didn't know incase something happened and they saw his memories or fed him veritaserum. I've also been spending more time in the library flicking between OWLs and Dark Magic to learn more because if I know what Riddle has read, and was intrigued by, I can think like him- practically manipulative his mind with my own, after all Dumbledore says we're similar.

I smiled faintly at the sight up ahead, the boy placing his map back in his pocket when he spotted me, sliding his wand into his sleeve, and jogging up to me,

"I'm sorry, I was there longer than I thought" I apologised, standing in front of him, his shoulders shrugging to wave me off as he flickering his eyes between mine,

"It's alright...I knew" He replied, tapping the back pocket of his jeans, my eyebrows raising, "Not that I was checking up on you or anything-"

"Of course not" I retorted, the boy grinning sheepishly at me as I sighed gently, "Have you packed?"

"Prongs did it for me, apparently I was doing it wrong, and he er- wanted to do it in the right way so I let him. Works for me, huh? Are you packed?" He questioned, sliding his hand on my waist, playing with the hem of my leather jacket.

"No, i'm nearly finished, I've just got some small stuff to do.....do you want to help me?" I queried with a smirk, my teeth clamping down on my lip as he let out a hum,

"How long will it take?" He inquired, draping his arms around my waist, pulling me into his body, my smile growing soft when he brushed my hair out of my face, tucking a few strands behind my ear, my heart warming,

"Not long. Why? Are you scared to be in the snake pit?" I teased, lifting my arms around his neck, our fronts bumping, as he chuckled,

"Not in the slightest, it will feel like I'm special" He replied, leaning down and lightly teasing her with his breath fanning over her lips, tingling as the curve of them touched each other, success running through him when she let out a soft breath, nudging his nose with her own. He lets out a breathy laugh, opening his eyes to her closed ones, examining her eyelashes fluttering, the feeling of her warm cheeks spreading to his,