The Weight of Obsidian
The Slytherin common room, usually a bastion of hushed ambition and calculating whispers, was eerily silent.
E.g. ：I still see the mashed potatoes hitting the floor.
- 1、The Weight of Obsidian
- 2、A Forbidden Incantation
- 3、The Unseen Predator
- 4、Ripples Through the Wards
- 5、Dumbledore's Knowing Gaze
- 6、The Burden of Revelation
Every eye, from the first-years cowering behind older students to the seventh-years feigning nonchalance, was fixed on Draco Malfoy.
He stood by the roaring fireplace, its green flames casting flickering shadows across his pale, taut face.
In his hands, nestled against his chest like a dark, forbidden heart, was an egg.
But this was no ordinary egg.
It was a smooth, unsettling obsidian sphere, veined with faint, pulsing lines of silver that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it.
Whispers had circulated for centuries about Malfoy heirlooms, ancient artifacts, and forgotten family pacts.
Draco himself had dismissed most as fanciful tales, products of a proud, declining lineage.
Yet, here he was, at fourteen, bound by a desperate command from his father.
Lucius Malfoy, usually so composed, had been frantic, his words laced with a terrifying urgency Draco had never witnessed.
Their family magic, the very essence of their ancient power, was dwindling.
A curse, an old one, was slowly suffocating their name, consuming their vault, draining their very essence.
The only hope, Lucius had explained with a chilling certainty, lay in this egg.
“It is not merely a dragon, Draco,” Lucius had rasped, his eyes haunted.
“It is the key. The key to our resurgence, or our utter annihilation.”
And so, here he stood, under the terrified gazes of his peers, on the precipice of an irreversible act.
A Forbidden Incantation
Draco's fingers, usually so precise with a wand, trembled slightly as he began to trace the silver veins on the egg's surface.
He closed his eyes for a moment, picturing his father’s desperation, the shadows gathering around their ancestral home.
He had no choice.
A low, guttural incantation, ancient and arcane, spilled from his lips.
It was a spell he had studied in secret for weeks, its words feeling heavy and dangerous on his tongue.
The common room’s ambient magic seemed to recoil, the very air growing thick and heavy, pressing down on everyone.
Pansy Parkinson clutched Theodore Nott’s arm, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and reluctant awe.
Even Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, usually oblivious, looked genuinely terrified, their heavy brows furrowed in confusion.
The obsidian egg pulsed, the silver lines on its surface flaring with an internal, sickly green light.
A network of cracks, fine as spiderwebs, began to spread across the eggshell, accompanied by a faint, high-pitched whine that seemed to resonate directly in their bones.
It wasn't the sound of stone cracking.
It was a sound of something waking.
Then, a sudden, sharp crack echoed through the chamber, making everyone jump.
A jagged piece of the eggshell detached, revealing a glimpse of what lay within.
It wasn’t scales, or an eye, or anything reptilian.
It was pure, swirling light, like a tiny, nascent nebula.
The Unseen Predator
The light expanded, pushing against the remaining shell, which crumbled away like fragile ash.
What emerged defied every expectation, every fear of a colossal beast.
It was small, no larger than Draco’s outstretched hand.
It floated in the air, a shimmering, ethereal wisp of pearlescent light, vaguely humanoid in form but constantly shifting, like smoke given consciousness.
It had no discernible eyes, no mouth, just a gentle, internal glow that cast dancing patterns on Draco's face.
A collective gasp swept through the common room.
It wasn’t a gasp of admiration for a fierce dragon.
It was a gasp of utter confusion, followed by a creeping dread.
This wasn't what anyone had imagined.
This wasn't a show of Malfoy power.
This was something else entirely.
Draco stared at the floating entity, his carefully constructed resolve fracturing.
His father had not prepared him for this.
His heart pounded, not with triumph, but with a terrifying realization that he had misunderstood everything.
The air in the common room, moments ago heavy with tension, now felt strangely light, almost… empty.
A subtle chill began to spread, not of cold, but of something vital being drawn away.
Ripples Through the Wards
Within minutes, strange anomalies began to manifest across Hogwarts.
