Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series. Nor do I own Scabior, Hermione or any other familiar characters/spells/creatures mentioned. This is just a figment of my imagination and no profit is being made from this.
Chapter Three
Halloween
Halloween 1995
Dear Diary,
Well it's Halloween. I always look forward to Halloween at Hogwarts. The feasts are simply amazing and so are the decorations. However - Halloween has been the subject of some difficult times for me, Harry and Ron.
Like I said before - Harry's parents were killed on Halloween night. So that's a reminder for poor Harry, but he tries not to show it. Another reason is because, every single Halloween - something bad seems to happens to us three.
First year - I got cornered by a troll in the girl's bathroom. I still dread to think what would have happened if Ron and Harry had never turned up. You know, it's going to sound strange - but I'm somehow thankful for running into the Troll. Otherwise, me, Harry and Ron may never have become friends. Odd isn't it?
"Just a bit love." Scabior answered the question printed on the paper before pulling a face at the next entry.
Second year - We were invited to a Deathday party. But it was rotten, literally. I didn't like it. I remembered the platter of food. Ron had looked disgusted at the display. Moldy fish and cheese plates littered the table. When we finally "escaped" as Ron put it, we ended up in the mist of something most awful. Mrs Norris - the awful caretaker's cat - had been petrified. Next to her, there was a horrible message on the wall. "The Chamber of Secrets has been opened..." I still feel sick nowadays. I'll elaborate on the Chamber later on...
Scabior was torn between amusement or disgust. The Deathday party sounded absolutely revolting. He'd remembered back in Hogwarts, the Deathday parties were talked about - but no one ever attended. Then the mention of the Chamber sent a shiver down his spine. He'd heard of it - but believed it to be a myth. He smirked as he thought of that cat - he'd hated it big time. It had stalked him for over a year - after Filch had thought Scabior was smuggling in "Dark Objects."
Third year was tame compared to the other years. However, it still had a major impact upon the Castle. You see, that was the year Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban.
Scabior sneered at Sirius' name. He still couldn't believe that to this day - Sirius had still escaped from Azkaban, without capture. He wondered where Black was nowadays.
It was also the year that we found out our Defense Professor was a Werewolf and Peter Pettigrew had been posing as Ron's rat, Scabbers. We found out later on, that Sirius was innocent and Pettigrew had been the Secret Keeper for the Potters. Sirius had gone after Pettigrew after Voldemort murdered Mr and Mrs Potter, but Peter had cut off his own finger and framed Sirius. It sickened me, to find out this man had betrayed his best friends and framed his other best friend. Pettigrew got away before we could capture him.
Scabior faintly recalled Pettigrew hanging off the "Great" Marauders. Although they had never gone after Scabior - he still had a good memory of them jinxing the other students. Especially Severus and Malfoy. He had never liked Pettigrew. The man had been a coward, and Scabior hated cowards. Also, Scabior couldn't handle betrayers. He might be a Snatcher, but betrayers sickened him. He vaguely wondered if Pettigrew was alive. He hoped not... judging from the part about him posing as Weasley's rat - he would have known Hermione well then and he guessed Hermione may have been a guest over Ron's house... He felt his blood run hot - if that murderous rat had done anything...Scabior shook his head and focused back on the entry.
Last year - the Twiwizard Tournament had overshadowed Halloween, but it was still eventful. Harry's name got pulled out of the Goblet of Fire. Oh I still despise that blasted Tournament. If it wasn't for that - Cedric would still be alive and Voldemort's return would have been delayed. But there is one good thing about the Tournament. I met Viktor. We are still in contact. I'll tell you more about Viktor soon.
Scabior stopped. Viktor? Who was this Viktor? The name sounded familiar, perhaps he'd read it somewhere?
This year - not much really happened, which I thought was a tad suspicious. We went through our usual routine. Me shouting at Ron for eating like a pig. Me hitting Ron for saying something tactless. Me shouting at Ron for not doing his homework... Are you seeing a pattern here? I'm forever shouting at Ron. He just infuriates me... Sometimes I wish he would just grow the hell up!
Harry however, seems sullen and quiet. Not that I blame him - his parents were murdered this time 14 years ago. I can't imagine the pain Harry is going through. Even though he didn't know his parents well, it's plain to see that he loves and misses them dearly. Harry keeps holding his hand, cradling it as if he is pain. He never lets me examine it - stubborn git. But he does seem to be in pain - especially after he comes back from his nightly detentions with that insufferable woman, "Professor" Umbridge...
The entry trailed off. Scabior followed the blotched ink splatters that decorated the pages. Hermione had seemed to be in such a rush to jot everything down. He thought about her passage on that Ron boy. Ron... once again, the name sounded familiar.
"She was traveling with two boys". Scabior recalled. "One was obviously Potter, so the other must be ... Weasley. Oh yes - Scabior knew who he was now. The ginger teenager in the woods that had fought nail and tooth to get away from Greyback. Scabior thought back to the night, how the young girl had been scared, yet she still dared to lie to him.
Author's Note: Hello everybody! I had this all typed up a few days back, ready to publish - but I then decided I hated the ending. After toying with it and re writing it 5 times, my friend told me to leave it as it is. I hate trying to figure out chapter endings! Anyway, thank you for the response! I never expected this much so short into the story! Much love xoxo
