Helping
AN: My first multi chapter story. I've never been much good with technology but slowly I'm getting the hang of this now maybe someone might read this one? Should I know when people read my fics? Or do I just get reviews? Look out for the next chapter. It may come today if my shoulder behaves, else I'll be more than angry with it screwing my days up. I don't get anything done when it's like this, but I suppose if I wasn't stuck unable to lift anything or do anything productive then this story would never have got started today either.
The Silver Object and the Black Book
"No wonder she has no friends" she heard Weasley snipe. She pushed past him and ran off unaware of the young blonde watching her, following her to her secret hiding place. The girls bathroom was as always empty. Moaning Mertile always kept it that way, no one wanted to be near her and Hermione was grateful to the depressive ghost, she had her uses. Hermione smiled slightly knowing she had her privacy here for as long as she needed, well until lunchtime any way.
She placed her bag on the side by the sinks, pulling out her diary and muttering her personalised unlocking spell. The small black book clicked and she carefully opened the book to the next blank page. Everyone was jealous of just how organised she was, this was what made her life so perfect, organisation and systems. Everything had to be done in the right order, just the right way and this way she missed out nothing in her perfected routine.
She was so immersed in what she was doing she hadn't noticed the young boy standing stock still and silently from the doorway. He watched her write a short phrase in her book before replacing her quill in her bag and turning to the next page where something silvery glinting caught his attention. He watched her put the book on the edge of the sink, grabbing up the silvery object and sliding down the wall.
From his position by the door he could no longer see what she was doing. He sidled forwards slightly so that he could sit at the other side of the sinks and watch her through the u-bends. He watched her caressing the silver object, turning it over and over in her hands. Curiously he leaned closer as she lifted her right hand up to pull up her left sleeve. The object was in her right hand and when she pulled her hand down from her arm he saw a bright red line appear on her arm. Before he knew it there were 5 more lines, dripping on to the bathroom tiles. He gasped, making Hermione draw in a sharp breath and look up. Catching a glimpse of his startled silver eyes in her tear filled brown eyes she scrabbled back into the corner and to her feet, hastily pulling down her sleeve, the forgotten object falling to the tiles. She grabbed her bag and pushed past the shocked young boy.
He grabbed her upper arm as she pushed him out of her way, turning her towards him. Seeing her wince, he lightened his grip. "Hermione please" he begged. Her wet brown eyes pleaded up at his as she pulled away from him and ran down the hall. Alone, he turned to the corner where she had sat in. He picked up the little silver object. It was covered in her blood. Red and sticky the blade called to him willing him to take it.
He pocketed it, along with the little black book Hermione had left behind. After wiping away the drops of blood from the floor he returned to his dormitory. It was lunchtime, but having peeked round the door to the great hall, he had quickly realised that Hermione was not present there. He hadn't expected her to be with the state she had been in a couple of minutes previously. He slumped backwards onto his bed and opened her little black book. He wanted to know what she had been writing in it.
It wasn't what he had been expected. Page after page of the same, slightly rushed but still neat, script. What did it mean? Why had she written that? He flicked page after page after page. Every time the same thing written hundreds of times. That was when he made his resolution, on that night, all hallows eve.