Miss Slytherin

Book 1: Chapter 17

Let Hermione be the rook he said.

Harry is the rook he said.

Finley will be the king he said.

It all came down to Ron who was still on the horse, the enemy queen just a few spaces from Finley who was scared out of her wits after the many pawns that were smashed by the black pieces. Ron had the great idea of using her strategy, now she was scared that if Ron made Harry move on some other way, the queen will take down the king, her.

"I have to do it," Ron said mainly for Finley who knew what was suppose to happen next. Though she knew there should be another way, they didn't have time.

"Ron don't—"

"We don't a have a choice Harry, if Ron moves you or Hermione. The queen will take either of you or me," Finley explained. She applauded Ron's chess playing, and there's only one thing left to do for them to win.

"The only chance of us winning is if I sacrifice myself, then Harry is free to check the king."

"No! There must be another way," Hermione cried.

"We don't have time Mione, Snape might already have the stone if we don't hurry," Ron said shutting the possible debate all together. Finley nodded at his direction as he sighed, it was now or never.

"Knight to E5," the move was slow and excruciating, as the knight along with Ron slides towards the side of the Queen into a halt. And finally taking the knight out, "Ron!" Finley and Hermione screamed.

She knew it was coming but the moment it happened she now was too scared for her red head friend, if he was capable of sacrificing himself for Harry now she wouldn't want to find out what he was capable of doing in the years to come.

"Hermione don't move!" Harry yelled. Both girls froze until they saw Harry move and checked the king. It was one hell of a game, extremely plausible and extremely heartbreaking. After checking the king they won, they ran towards Ron shaking him.

"Go back, three of you. Use Hedwig and owl Dumbledore—"

"You're stupid if you think I'll leave you to your own devices," Finley snapped at Harry. Hermione agreed, but they knew who was going to go further.

"We only have to unlock Snape's or Quirell's," Finley muttered as the remaining three left Ron beside the door from the previous room. In another dark chamber was a table of bottles, a note scribbled on the wall, she knew it was Snape's.

Reviewing the clue once she groaned.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked Finley.

It was clear to the world who should be going in the next chamber, and she didn't want Harry to go. "She meant that you would be the one to proceed," Hermione said now understanding the message on the wall. Only two can escape, one can proceed and the other stays, there was something else in the room that she felt and she knew it was going to be her who stays in this chamber.

"Go Harry, I'll help Mione get to Ron and let them leave. I'll stay here and wait for help," she said giving the smallest vial to Harry who was skeptic.

"What will happen to you?" Harry asked genuinely worried for the Slytherin girl.

"I'm a force to be reckoned with, nothing can stop me," she winked holding out her wand. "Now go!"

Nodding Harry took the vial and drank the little contents of it that she turned towards Hermione who was waiting for her at the entrance to the chess room. "Good luck," she said as she gave Harry a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Praying that it will not be the last time that she would see him.

"You too," Harry said as he proceeded into the flame engulfed entrance to another room.

"Now let's get Ron—" the room shook.

"What's happening?" Hermione asked holding on the table as everything shook. Finley doesn't know, she yelled at Hermione to run and yet she barely moved. She was stuck on the floor and Hermione didn't notice until the entrance was blocked shut. No light source, no flames to illuminate the pitch dark room.

"Lumos," Finley chanted as her wand made light. Until she heard a hiss, she turned around and yet she was still sprawled on the floor.

"Who's there!"

The hissing was gone but now was exchanged with a growl, pointing at the source of the noise. "BOMBARDA!" She heard a cackling sound.

"Come out and fight me you coward!" She screams at the laughs.

"How brave of you, but you were not meant to be with the lions," the menacing voices laughed once again irritating her further.

"BOMBARDA!" She chanted again and the cackles turned into evil laughs that sent shivers down her spine. She still couldn't stand up, she felt like she was petrified from the waist below.

"Who are you!" She yelled, the laughing vanished as she was met with eerie silence.

"We are you as you are we," multiple voices said.

"What do you mean?" She asked hiding her shaking voice by raising her volume. She physically felt the drop of the temperature in the room, she readies her wand for anything that would come at her. It was until she felt a searing pain on her right shoulder, it felt both hot and cold. Like suffering frostbite and inferno at the same time, she couldn't help but scream her lungs out.

"We are you as you are we," the voices said as the pain faded, she collapsed on the ground unknown to her of a three headed serpent.

She woke up in a gasp, she felt her whole body ache, specifically her shoulder she winced in pain.

"She's awake!" A familiar voice said. She looked to the side and found Harry who had loads of candies around him. His eyes gave off the look of extreme worry, she doesn't know what happened after he left for the other room. She couldn't remember the events after seeing Hermione off, it all went blank.

"Finley, how are you?" Harry asked trying to steer his body to face her. She was numb in the head, her body was another story.

"I feel like I was thrown off the train," she said laying back down on the bed.

"How long have you been up?" She asked Harry who was already opening a box of chocolate frogs.

"Not long, Hermione and Ron just left."

She soon noticed the smells, looking to her side she finally noticed that she was surrounded by a garden of roses, carnation, tulips, lilies, and other things. She also found a mountain of sweets on the foot of her bed, most of which were her favourites.

"You have dedicated friends Ms Evans, both of which had to be physically removed from the hospital wing by Madam Pomfrey."

Looking towards the double doors of the hospital wing stood Albus Dumbledore, she was surprised of this specific encounter.

"Professor Dumbledore, the stone!" Harry asked now realising his current situation, the frog left forgotten.

"Professor—"

"Everything is taken care of Harry, Finley," both sighed in relief, relief for Harry at least. Finley found herself trying to recall the events the night before, the pain on her right shoulder was there but not as much.

Finley barely listened to the conversation between Harry and the headmaster, she stared blankly into nothing. What happened that night was a blur to her, whatever it was caused the pain on her shoulder.

"Finley," she snapped out of her trance and looked towards the Headmaster.

"Yes?"

Dumbledore gave her a sympathetic smile, placing his hand on her paining shoulder. "It's all over now," he said.

"We are you as you are we," the familiar hissing voice echoed in her head, she shivered. Thinking about what the headmaster has told her, made her doubt him.

Was it the end? Because it felt like it wasn't.