HARRY POTTER :Rebirth in Time.

The Gryffindor common room was shrouded in an uneasy silence as Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Daphne stared at the Slytherin amulet resting on the table. Its silver surface pulsed with an ominous green glow, casting flickering shadows on their faces.

Hermione tapped her fingers against the ancient book in her lap, brows furrowed in concentration. "This amulet isn't just a relic—it's a conduit," she murmured. "It enhances magical abilities, but at a cost. The user must possess ambition, cunning, and… a willingness to sacrifice."

Daphne smirked, twirling the amulet between her fingers. "Well, lucky for us, I check all those boxes."

Ron grimaced. "Yeah, because that's not worrying at all."

Harry ignored them, his eyes locked on the relic. "What exactly can it do?"

Hermione flipped through the brittle pages of The Legacy of Hogwarts. "According to this, it amplifies the user's control over ancient magic—specifically spells rooted in Slytherin's legacy. But it's unpredictable. If someone unworthy tries to wield it, the consequences could be… severe."

Daphne leaned back against the couch, the amulet resting in her palm. "So, it's dangerous. No surprise there. But we have it, and Malfoy doesn't. That gives us the upper hand."

Harry frowned. "But for how long? If they realize we have it, they'll come after us with everything they've got."

Ron glanced nervously toward the portrait hole. "Then let's keep it hidden. I don't fancy waking up to Malfoy and his goons breaking down the door."

Hermione nodded. "Agreed. We should—"

Before she could finish, the amulet pulsed violently in Daphne's hand, and a shiver ran through the room. Daphne gasped, her grip tightening around it as a whispery voice echoed in the air.

"Legacy… Power… Worthiness…"

Harry jumped to his feet. "Daphne, drop it!"

But Daphne's eyes had darkened, her expression dazed as the amulet's glow intensified. "I… I can hear something. It's whispering to me."

Hermione lunged forward, snatching the amulet from Daphne's grasp. The moment it left her skin, the glow faded, and Daphne staggered back, breathing heavily.

"Bloody hell," Ron muttered. "What was that?"

Daphne blinked rapidly, shaking her head. "I… don't know. It felt like… something ancient. Something watching me."

Hermione studied Daphne with concern before carefully wrapping the amulet in cloth. "It's too dangerous to wear it without knowing more. We need to find a way to suppress its power."

Harry nodded. "Agreed. We'll take shifts keeping an eye on it, and no one touches it unless absolutely necessary."

Daphne sighed, rubbing her temples. "Fine. But if that thing gives me nightmares, Potter, I'm holding you personally responsible."

The Next Morning – The Slytherin Common Room

Daphne returned to the Slytherin common room with calculated ease, slipping back into her usual air of cool indifference. Pansy Parkinson was perched near the fireplace, sipping tea with an air of impatience.

"You've been scarce lately, Greengrass," Pansy remarked, eyes narrowing. "Anything I should know?"

Daphne smirked, feigning nonchalance. "Not unless you enjoy hearing about dull late-night library excursions. I do have a reputation to uphold, you know."

Pansy sniffed, clearly unimpressed. "Well, while you've been wasting your time, Malfoy's been plotting. He's livid after what happened in the Room of Hidden Things. And he wants answers."

Daphne feigned curiosity. "What kind of answers?"

Blaise Zabini, lounging nearby with a lazy smirk, chimed in. "The kind that involves Potter sticking his nose where it doesn't belong. Malfoy's convinced they took something important."

Daphne raised an eyebrow. "And does he have any proof?"

Blaise chuckled darkly. "Does he ever need proof? He's already setting things in motion."

Daphne's stomach churned. "Like what?"

Pansy leaned in conspiratorially. "There's talk of calling in reinforcements. Friends outside Hogwarts. If Potter has the relic, Malfoy won't stop until he gets it back."

Daphne forced a smirk. "Good luck to him. Potter's annoyingly persistent."

Blaise watched her closely. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you, Greengrass?"

Daphne rolled her eyes. "Please. If I did, I'd be making a profit off it."

Pansy laughed, but Blaise's gaze lingered, suspicion flickering beneath his casual demeanor.

Daphne stood abruptly. "I need to catch up on my reading. Keep me posted on Malfoy's theatrics, won't you?"

As she left, her mind whirled. Reinforcements. Malfoy wasn't going to play fair, and they were running out of time.

Later – Gryffindor Tower

"You're saying Malfoy's bringing in outside help?" Harry asked, pacing the common room as Daphne recounted her conversation.

"That's what Pansy implied," Daphne said, crossing her arms. "If that's true, we're not just dealing with Hogwarts politics anymore. We could be facing real threats."

Ron groaned. "Great. As if Malfoy wasn't enough, now he's recruiting backup?"

Hermione chewed her lip. "We need to act fast. We have to find a way to use the amulet to our advantage before they make their next move."

Harry sat down, running a hand through his hair. "We need answers. And there's only one person who might have them."

Ron raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

Harry looked at Hermione. "Professor Snape."

Hermione's eyes widened. "Harry, are you sure? Snape might not be on Malfoy's side, but that doesn't mean he'll help us."

"He's our best shot at understanding the dark magic behind this thing," Harry said firmly. "We'll approach him carefully, and if he doesn't help… we'll figure something else out."

Daphne snorted. "Good luck with that, Potter. Snape's not exactly known for his generosity."

Harry sighed. "I know. But we're running out of options."

That Evening – The Dungeons

Harry, Hermione, and Daphne approached Snape's office with trepidation, the cold stone walls amplifying their footsteps. Harry knocked, and a moment later, the door creaked open.

Snape stood there, his dark eyes flickering over them with mild disinterest. "Potter. Granger. Greengrass." He stepped aside, motioning them in.

Harry placed the wrapped amulet on Snape's desk, meeting his piercing gaze. "We need your help, sir. This… belongs to Slytherin."

Snape's expression remained impassive, but Harry noticed the subtle flicker of recognition in his eyes.

"And how," Snape drawled, "did you come into possession of this artifact?"

Harry hesitated. "We… found it. And we think Malfoy is after it."

Snape's lips curled in distaste. "Of course he is. The boy is as reckless as his father."

Hermione stepped forward. "Sir, the amulet—what does it do? Can it be destroyed?"

Snape studied them for a long moment before slowly unwrapping the relic. As the green glow illuminated his face, a shadow of something—concern, perhaps—flickered across his features.

"This," he said softly, "is not an artifact to be trifled with. It feeds on ambition, twisting it into obsession. If you do not wish to share Slytherin's fate, Potter… I suggest you destroy it. Immediately."

Harry swallowed. "How?"

Snape's dark eyes met his. "You won't like the answer."

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