Chapter 1.3- Doom

He tapped the box with his wand, silently levitating it and commanding it to follow him as he whirled from the common room and began his trek. With luggage floating behind him, all those who were between his path and the exit had fled the space before he had been forced to move them himself. He had to make a choice, he thought as he left the portal. There were only two places he could reasonably stay in. The Chamber of Secrets, and the Room of Requirements. Between them, the Room was certain to provide more luxurious accommodations with its ability to shift to whatevr the room’s master decided they needed. But the chamber had a charm of its own. For one, he knew through Riddle’s memories that the chamber did have some accomodations even if they were not much to write home about. Certainly, nothing that was suitable for one such as Doom.

It was why it was with irritation across his visage that Doom began to make his way to the chamber. So many peple had run across the Room of Requirements without understanding what it was. That meant that there was every chnce that there could be people aware of the room’s exitence if not its nature. His knowledge from the books told him that both the Weasley Twins and Dumbledore had run across the room at different times. Even worse, the Fantastic Beast movies had made it clear that Dumbledore did not just know about the room but had been actively using it for some time. The room was a less secure choice, and Doom was far too early in his deveopment to choose comfort over security at this stage, no matter how much it galled at him to make that admission. He had to go with the Chamber of Secrets because while less comfortable, it offered a few notable upgrades.

First of all, it was outside of the castle’s traditional ward scheme. The chamber was guarded by its own ward scheme that made it unplottable, dispelled tracking charms that entered into its field, and made it impossible to use any means of magical transportation within its field. It was basically inaccessible to anyone except a parselmouth heir of Slytherin thanks to a complex series of blood wards, and shielded any magic cast within from outside detection. He rounded a corner and then began the journey down a series of out of the way stairs to avoid as many eyes as possible. He did not need to have the Marauder’s map in his possession to navigate the numerous secrt passageways and back hallways that cut his journey to the third floor corridor short by some margin. Between Tom Riddle, and Harry Potter, he probably knew the castle better than anyone with less than five names and a beard longer than his wand.

When he finally reached his target, he silently cast the human presence revealing spell to be sure he was not being watched, and then searched for the snake etching on the painting that depicted a flat green plain. “Open” He hissed in parseltongue once he found it and the painting ripped before his eyes before giving way to reveal the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets. It was one of nearly a dozen entrances within the school itself, but was one of the few ones that had the advantage of being out of the usual foot traffic and not being haunted by a perverted ghost at the same time.

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