Chapter 2
So, second chapter! Sorry if chapter one was lazy, I really didn't know how to begin, but I'm more confident know about which direction I want this going in. I'm pretty proud of this one. Enjoy.
Damian opened his eyes. The light had become so bright that he`d no choice. He was aware of hand clutched onto his arm and being huddled close to others and knew that Ron, Hermione and Ginny had been dragged along for the ride. Suddenly Damian felt very foolish. Why had he been so careless with that watch? Now he`d dragged his friends god knows where.
He focussed less on the pang of guilt and, rather, blinked his bleary eyes to find them stood in-Hogwarts?
"Uh… Guys?"
He blinked again-slowly. Opened his eyes, and there he was, Hogwarts. Glancing round, he noticed similar expressions on Hermione and Ron`s faces, whilst Ginny looked disbelieving.
"What going on? How did we go from-" Hermione lowered her voice and let go of Ron`s arm- "The Orders Head quaters to Hogwarts?"
Nobody answered. Damian instead looked at the corridor they were stood in , wide- a main corridor. They heard an unfamiliar voice echo through the corridor.
"I simply am trying to ensure the students safety, Albus!"
Albus! Albus Dumbledore could help them, surely!
The teens glanced at each other before creeping up the corridor towards the raised voices. They stopped outside the room, listening through the partly open door. Ron who was closest, chanced a peek into the room before turning back, eyes wide.
"Dumbledore, McGonagall and some other guy." He mouthed silently.
Damian wrinkled his brow. Who could they be talking about?
"I think you may be over reacting here, Silvanus." Albus Dumbledores calm voice was recognisable anywhere.
"No, I think not. The boy-" He shifted uncomfortably before continuing, "Tom Riddle Sr was found dead- murdered may I add. You know nobody hated him more than that boy!"
Damian`s eyes widened in shock. He only knew one wizard with the name Tom Riddle. As far as he knew, Voldemort was the junior. If they were talking about him, why were they referring to him as 'boy'? Why were they even talking about Voldemort? It made no sense to Damian.
"Professor Kettleburn!" The shrill voice of Mcgonagall hissed back. "You cannot be suggesting a student left Hogwarts over the holiday- and-and murdered that man? That is ridiculous. Ridiculous. Mr Riddle was a wealthy man- you know that. A tragic event- the murderer wanted money!"
She whipped round towards the headmaster.
"Tell him, Albus! Inform Silvanus how utterly unreasonable he is being!"
Dumbledore was quiet for a moment before he answered.
"It is true, Silvanus, that Tom Riddle hated his father. One of the reasons he ended up at that orphanage-"
"Exactly! The orphanage were all to happy to get rid of the child that could speak to snakes- hurt the other children, I add. The boy who could make things move without touching them, set things on fire without matches. The heir of Slytherin-" He reached out a slammed his fit onto the table they were stood round- "Is a dark wizard! Do not deny this, Albus! He heard about the death of his father and shrugged! shrugged! The boy has psychopath written all over him!" He paused for breath.
Damian had heard enough. If the teachers came out and realised they`d heard the conversation, they were done for. He gestured for the others to follow him and round the corner only to soon. A fuming Professor Kettleburn, followed by Professor Dumbledore and McGonagall, who was muttering something along the lines of "Unacceptable."
Shocked faces peered at him.
"They were talking about- about Voldemort!"
"Bloody Hell!"
"We must have gone back in time. Merlin."
"What do we do?"
They all froze when they heard footsteps echoing along the stone steps towards them. They had nowhere to go! A sickening feeling settled in Damian`s stomach.
"What are you doing out of the common room? Its almost curfew." A kind voice exclaimed.
Charity Burbage stood before them, hands on her hips.
"Miss Granger? Mr Potter? Mr Weasly? Miss Weasly? What happened to your robes?"
For the first time, the group realised that they were wearing muggle attire and blue robes, in Damian`s case.
When they didn`t answer, the professor just sighed.
"Here- you are all Gryffindor, right? Now get back to your common room, or you`ll get in trouble."
She handed them some miniaturised robes, and they thanked her before hurrying to the Gryffindor common room, tripping over the robes they carried. A duo of chatting prefects reached the portrait and said the password, ('Werewolf humbug!') which Ginny stuttered with a red face.
Settled in the common room, Damian stared at the silver watch in his hand. His many questions unanswered. How did they get there? Was young Tom riddle there? How did the teacher know their names? How would they get back? Could they affect the future?
He was knocked out of his deep in thought state when an owl swooped down towards them, pecking the window to alert them of their presence. Hermione jumped up and opened the window to let it in, and it dropped a letter in her lap.
She held it up,
"Its from Dumbledore."