Warning: Depictions of violence/gore

I was sitting on a circular couch, the colour of beige, in the room my friends and I had refurbished into our club room, my drawings and some posters hanging on the walls.

The perfectly square water surface before me rippled.

Divination was a hard branch of magic, but you could make it easier for yourself if you had a connection to what you were attempting to see.

A splinter of my mind was a fairly significant connection.

Butt Barmy appeared in his hospital bed muttering to himself as he had been doing for the last four days. Discovered by Gilderoy Lockhart of all people.

Him trying to claw his ears out had stumped our defense teacher though, from what I heard the man stunned Butt and rushed him to the hospital wing, I had researched the mind arts thoroughly in my summer vacation so it was no surprise that Pomfrey was unable to do anything for the boy.

Rushed into Saint Mungo's he didn't seem to get any better. As if Butt wanted to confirm my thoughts he opened his mouth in a scream I couldn't hear. A scream that nobody could hear.

The grandfather clock in the corner of the club room struck two in the morning, a time I was most likely to finish it.

Butt stilled, his spindly fingers started twitching uncontrollably it was like watching a spider have an epileptic attack, eyes snapping open he started looking around the room feverishly. Chest rising rising in hyperventilation an unnatural calm seemed to spread over his face.

Man this was scary to watch, and I was the one causing it.

Standing up Butt looked around his hospital room as if searching for something. Well whatever it was he apparently hadn't found it. An aura of almost palpable magical power started surrounding him.

Raising my brows I realized what he was doing, he was initiating a death curse, an act that any magical could do, flash frying their connection to magic they could, for a few moments achieve feats usually impossible for them.

Watching in fascination I watched as a knife appeared in the young man’s hand, wandless conjuration, even with the death curse, was impressive.

Well I was fairly good at transfiguration.

Slicing open his arms, Butt started writing on the wall with his blood, after a few minutes I saw what he had written, and I couldn't help but feel amused.

A glimpse into the future

revealing our fate

the void is coming

oblivion awaits

How terribly foreboding, I wondered what I meant with that, well I would know soon enough, the splinter couldn't stay in one host for particularly long so it would return to me.

My train of thought was interrupted by Butt slicing open his stomach with one fluid motion, I could imagine the sounds that accompanied the act of ripping out your own intestines that followed shortly thereafter.

That was fucking disgusting, it would send a very powerful message sure, but still, eeewwww.

As Butt started mutilating his face I wondered about my next victim. It couldn't be someone from Hogwarts, I wasn't sure if this one gruesome death would motivate my friends but I couldn't attack another student, the school might actually close.

I quickly came to the thought of Lucius Malfoy and other free roaming Death Eaters, Grandpa did always say you should be proactive in war.

Looking at the body laying on the ground I almost puked, intestines splayed across the floor, ears, eyes and tongue cut out and laid across the floor like some ritual offering and the throat split in a huge bloody grin. I had to chuckle at the meaning despite the, horrificness of the act.

Had my splinter mind gone insane from the isolation?

Hear no evil, speak no evil, see no evil indeed.

-/-

Everyone in the Great Hall was sitting with hunched heads in the minute of mourning Dumbledore had declared. The only thing anybody could talk about was Butt’s death. The teachers had tried to spare us the details, but the Daily Prophet had provided a pretty graphic description rendering that point moot.

No pictures sadly.

Looking at the pale faces of my friends I wondered what they were thinking, using legilimency would have been terribly rude.

Hermione's wild hands got my attention, she stretched out all of her fingers four times and made a circle.

40 minutes clubroom.

Nodding confirming the message I watched curiously as she immediately rushed off, probably looking for something in the library.

Honestly the girl had no priorities, we hadn't even eaten dinner yet!

Turning to my two close Hufflepuff friends I saw that Susan was pale in the face and close to hyperventilating, sitting myself closer to her I silently put my arm around her shoulder, Wayne doing the same from the other side, even if he himself looked like he was going to hurl.

Dinner done we started heading towards our club room when everybody still walking before us stopped.

Getting a bad feeling about the situation I shoved my way forward my friends following in my wake.

There encircled by the student body around us lay the unmoving body of Hermione Granger, petrified.

On the wall behind written in blood as if to mock what I had done last night were the words.

The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the Heir beware.

Looking at the tears starting to appear on Susans face and Waynes statuesque form the only words I could think of were.

Well, shit.