Draco’s footsteps echoed scuffing sounds throughout the chamber as he made his way to the tome that the King stood before. It was flipped to a very old, wrinkled page, covered in ancient runes written small in black ink. Draco squinted in the dim firelight at the runes. His breath caught in his throat as he viewed the page. Amongst the runes were the same symbols that Hermione had struggled to decode on the ship, ones that had clearly been lost for centuries in the regime of Atlantis. But Draco could read them, he could understand  all of them. 