Chapter 18

Edmund began, "I was there when those good for nothing death wankers attacked at the world cup-"

Pfft.. "Death wankers?"

Edmund chuckled, "Yeah, I have a habit of making fun of some things I don't like. So don't be surprised when I call them death wankers or as in our Headmaster's case, Dumbodork."

Iris giggled, ah, the sound of bells.

"Continuing with what I was saying, a death wanker was captured by me, not before he was hit with a withering spell. Turned out, it was my father's brother."

Iris gasped, "Wh-What happend to him? Is he alright?"

Edmund knew she was conflicted. One one hand she hated everything related to Moldy but on the other hand, the one caught was his uncle, his family.

He smiled, trying as he might, he couldn't stop a gloomy expression appear on his face. "Iris, I... have no love for my family on my father's side. Every single one of them are, or were part of that dark asshat's group of wankers. The Whirlpool house, my mother's house was destroyed by my grandfather, my father, my uncle and their fellow wankers. The day after my mother was married to Altair Vulpis, was the day they all but exterminated the Whirlpools. When I was born, Altair hated me for not having any physical traits like him. Instead, I looked like a typical Whirlpool, the house he loathed. He tortured me and my mother with crucio since as long as I can remember. He killed mom when I was seven. She died in my arms, telling me how much she loved me. I swore revenge that day. So, I did nothing to save my so called uncle."

Iris' face had gone white as sheet. To think someone could do that to his own wife and child.

"The worst part, they enjoyed doing what they did. Vulpis was a branch family of Whirlpool. They killed their own kin."

"He was going to die anyway, so, I administered a few drops of veritaserum in his mouth and asked a bunch of questions. The first one being, why did Voldemort target your family."

Iris widened her eyes and sat straight, looking at him with rapt attention.

"There was a prophesy, about a child who will be born as the seventh month dies. That child will bring the downfall of the dark lord. Can you guess who heard that prophesy?"

Iris just shook her head, too shocked to give a verbal reply.

"The prophesy was made by Sybil Trelawney, on her job interview with Dumbledore. A death eater eavesdropped on it and was only able to hear the first half of the prophesy. That death eater was none other than.."

His expression turned stormy, "...Severus Snape."

Iris stared at him, her mouth hung open and her eyes grew even wider. Snape was the reason why Voldemort came after her. He still had the gal to insult her on every chance he got and insulted the memory of her father.

"The snake was there when the Whirlpools were killed. He personally murdered my mother's brother and his newborn son. After all the crimes he committed, Dumbledore vouched for him, saving him from being sent to Azkaban. He told everyone that Snape was his spy."

By this time, Edmund was growling and did nothing to hold back his anger. Iris on the other hand was so shocked she felt numb.

"Then I asked him about the dark mark. No one can obtain it without their own consent. They need to be willing to get it. A death eater had to commit murder of an innocent soul, that means they had to kill a child. Then the mark would appear on their forearm. And guess what? Dumbledore knows about this. He is the Chief Warlock and the Supreme Mugwump in ICW, still, he did nothing to stop the death eaters from claiming being imperioused."

"B-But why?" Her voice was quivering with a feeling of betrayal and rage.

"I don't know what his endgame is. But I do know it's somehow related to that prophesy. There's another thing that worries me."

"What's that?"

"It's your scar. I can feel the taint in it whenever I am near you. It gives off the same feeling as the dark mark, but stronger. It's also similar to what that dork lord's soul felt like when he was here in our first year. So did that diary in our second year."

Iris was scared, "So does this mean..."

Edmund nodded, "Yes, you share some form of connection with him. More specifically, your scar. That fact that the aura around your scar is similar to that of his soul, it indicates that soul magic was involved. I have been thinking about this for a while. His diary, it could influence Weaselette to open the chamber and granted her the ability of parseltongue, temporarily. No simple memory can do that."

They sat in silence as they thought of the possibilities.

"Since you said soul magic was involved," Iris said. "Could it be that the diary contained his soul after it escaped?"

Edmund shook his head, "No, it was weaker than what his soul felt like. Perhaps it was a part of it?"

Iris was shaking as her breath quickened, "N-No, there is a part of his soul in my scar! That's why I have been having dreams about him being somewhere! Edmund get it off me! Please!"

She began clawing at her scar as tears rolled down her face. She felt disgusted. Edmund himself was stupefied. He was reminded of a snake faced freak who lived during his ancestor's time, back in the Elemental Nations. The curse mark!

Frowning, Edmund resolved to help Iris who was bawling with her face in her palms. Getting up, he gently placed a hand on her shoulder and said in a soothing tone, "Don't worry Iris. I'm here. I'll help you get rid of it."

"Now! I want that.. thing out of my head now!" She shouted.

"Alright, we'll do it now."