Have you ever heard that, everything happens again in 129,600 years?
No. But if that's true, maybe...
The book looks normal his hands. Asa flips through the old, yellow pages of it, feeling each and every ink mark with his hands. The pages start turning warm between his fingers, sweat forming under his fingers on the dark-brown leather cover of the book. The hand-writing of the book are different; the first half of the book where the information was clear was a handwriting of a young man, but in the middle it changed.
Asa turns the book over. There are some small scratch marks on the cover; he wonders if that's his quills scratch marks. He looked closer at the scratch marks and noticed that they look really old. There isn't a certain pattern in the marks, but they looked like an ancient language. It's like some sentences were carved on the back of the book, but he cannot understand it.
Asa shakes his head. "Keep looking at the book won't make any differences... Maybe I'll just have to admit that this is a normal book." Asa put his wand down with the book.
Christmas is approaching fast. Several snow storms has happened since Asa's last conversation with Tom. He is now talking to Tom at the Hogwarts train station.
"Well, I hope you could have a good time staying here," Tom's pointy ears move as he said to Asa. "And maybe keep workig on the book. Maybe there is something different about it that we have not found."
Tom stepped one foot on the staris as he said. He dragged his trunk up the staris and waved to Asa. Asa waved back, clearly disappointed.
"Now it's me all alone again." Asa's shoulders sunk and turned around. He walks slowly back to the common room and climed up the stairs. He sat down behinds the curtains and took out the book. It's cover is slightly cooler than normal; the fire was slowly dying in the fireplace. The ashes were glowing red, reflecting in Asa's sea-blue eyes.
A spark appeared from Asa's wand when it touched the pages. Asa looked closer at the book; some of the words were glowing as well. The room wascompletely quiet; the dimmed red light and the scent of ink made the room seem dark and dreamy.
Asa examined closely the words that were glowing on the inside of the back cover. "Everything that has hppened or is happening will happen again in 129,600 years- Asa Slytherin". "Slytherin? Isn't that the name of my house? Who is Asa Slytherin? And what does this mean?"
Asa read the words one more time carefully. The handwriting is the same as the first half of the book. The words faded away slowly as time passed. "That was the difference of this book.. but why does the school want to keep that message away from us? Actually, I don't even believe it."
He laid on his bed and thought about the book. He also thought about Tom. Has he gotten back to his house yet? Is he going to have fun during Christmas? Asa slowly fell asleep as he was thinking about Tom, ending on Tom eating turkey with him before he fell asleep.
Asa had a really weird dream. In the dream, Tom was lying lifeless in front of him, eyes wide open with a smile. He tried to reach for Tom, but there was an invisible barrier between them. He was crying his eyes out as he heard a deep, calm voice. "You did it," it said.
Asa woke up crying out Tom's name. It all seemed so real for him. I need to send him a mail to ask if he's okay, Asa thought. He climed out of his bed to find a piece of parchment and his quill.
The owlery was completely empty this early in the morning. Asa managed to find an old brown owl resting in the corner. He tied the letter to its foot as the owl yawned and flapped his wings.
"Well, have a nice journey." Asa whispered to the owl. "And thank you for delivering this letter.I really have to know if Tom's okay."
TO BE CONTINUED
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