Harry Potter and the Slytherin“s Prince - chapter 184
“Where did that fucker go?”
Silas whose face had healed back looked around sighing and breathing heavily. Casting that chant in his werewolf form and the constant healing had mage him completely exhausted. Especially the last one which he was was sure, if he wasn’t in his werewolf form could’ve completely blasted his head off.
He knew it was a close call, luckily his brains didn’t explode, though having your face blasted off wasn’t the best feeling in the world. His new pair of eyes and face were still numb as he stumbled around looking for Draco. The curse he activated was taught by his master, Ryan himself which was supposed to send, a person’s soul flying out of his body.
Though he didn’t know how or why he knew it was an important cause but now the fucker was nowhere to be seen. Silas tried another spell, Ryan had taught him which allowed him to access any door and know where someone was but other than a few fainted students and teachers he couldn’t find anyone.
“Did he escape from the school?” he muttered, “Master is going to kill me if that kid got out of my hand.”
Silas afraid of his life began frantically running around the school, checking every nook and cranny before finally ending up in the same place he had started. The sun was going down and he knew he had to sooner or later return to his master. Just when he was wondering what to do, he stepped on a wand. Changing back to his human form Silas grabbed the wand as he recognized it to be the same one that Draco had carried out with him. One of the components that his master ordered was found the bloody wand. Silas, thanked Merlin a couple of hundred times as he went back to the hall, chanting another unknown spell as he apparated away from the school.
Just like usual when waking from the dream he had the bloody Gryffindor sword back in his hand followed by a surprising element. His wand in his broken hand. The wand still had some time till it got out of the box but surprisingly it seemed to have teleported back in his hand.
Since he couldn’t move his arm anymore he exhaustingly sat up straight as he looked around the dusty old place.
“Didn’t know that Drumstrang had a secret room.” He mumbled as he remembered what Arya had said a couple of months ago, “The Deathly hollow mark… she did say it was useful.”
Looking around the place for a while, he concluded that it was an old lab of some sort. There were books, cages and potion materials all over the place. The place smelled of dark magic all over. Though Draco wanted to explore, he wasn’t in a condition to do so. He picked his wand with his other hand trying to do magic but it seemed the place though away from the school, it still didn’t work.
“Wasn’t expecting magic, that could stop wizards from doing magic.” He mumbled sarcastically himself. He looked at Krum who was knocked out and it didn’t seem he was waking up any soon. Though the breathing told him that he was still alive. Draco didn’t know how he got out of Ryan’s control and why he shielded that attack from him, Draco was no doubt in debt of him. Draco saw his suitcase below the old moldy table as he crawled over to it, calling the elves.
The elves could use their magic a little as the suitcase was another dimension of its own but it seemed the moment they got out the magic would dry up from them. Struggling the elves helped Draco and Krum inside the suitcase. Draco looked at the few students who he had knocked out before in his suitcase wondering what he should do with them but for now, he had several other things to do, one of them being healing himself.
With the elves helping him to the potion room, he took the Skele-Gro potion he had bought well before and a Wiggenweld Potion he had brewed himself. Both the potion tasted disgustingly bad but he frowning still drank it as he passed over at the bed.
Draco had a weird dream again, he thought for sure he was in those dreams again where he was being strangled by something but luckily it was just a nightmare as he woke up sweating and shaking. His bones seemed to have healed and though a bit of pain was still around he felt much better than what he was like before. Sitting up in his bed he looked around at his potion room, he knew something felt was wrong but he couldn’t figure out what.
Just then, a cold ran behind his back as he felt something crawling on his skin. Panicking a bit he hurriedly stood up only to see a snake-like creature on his bed. Still a bit numb he fell on the ground, as he could see the snake crawl towards him. Still a bit stiff he looked around for his wand but it was way too further from him to grab.
The closer the snake got the more he saw that it wasn’t a just another normal snake. It looked like a Runespoor as it had three heads and the reddish glow in its body made Draco even certain but what was confusing was that though one of the left head was of a Runespoor, the middle head looked different and third head looked irresponsive and faded. The middle head was what drawing Draco’s attention, it had intelligent blue eyes and horns making Draco sure that it was a Horned Serpent. Then something struck him, as he looked over at the egg which he had been taking care of and feeding blood to.
The egg as expected was in pieces and the only thing Draco was certain of was that the thing in front him was probably the most ambitious mixed-breed creature ever in existence. Though the creature fed in his blood for so long, Draco was sure it didn’t consider him its mother as its eyes didn’t look too friendly, to begin with. Draco wasn’t sure how long he was asleep and how long had the creature hatched from its shell but it had managed to grow to the size of an adult Cobra and it for sure looked hungry.
Draco didn’t what to do but remembering how it previously reacted to his Dragon-talking skill he whispered some random things as he felt the snake wrap around in his arms. He didn’t know what he said over the panic but all he heard was, “Hungry!”
The Snakes looked more patient and calm than before as it latched itself in his arm, giving him a look of familiarity. Draco didn’t know how to deal with this but he for sure knew he had to feed them before they turn unfriendly again.