Chapter 3
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The day has definitely been eventful I thought as I pulled my pyjamas out of my bag. I gave a final last pull and my t-shirt came free but so did a little black diary. I looked at it and looked inside, empty. Probably a present from mum or something and put it back in my case. I was too tired to write anything now.
The first week of school went smoothly, Defence Against the Dark Arts and Potions being a particular favourite, even though we had Snape for potions (who I dislike but you get used to seeing him around seeing as he's a death eater too), though our DADA teacher is diabolical. He's called Gildoroy Lockheart and he's won ''Witch Weekly's' Most-Charming-Smile Award 5 times and he goes on and on about it.
First lesson we had to take a quiz on him, I got 100% only because I had read his books on the Train as I was bored, but then he let loose Cornish Pixies. It was so fun, poor Neville got hung on the Candelabra and Lockhart's wand was chucked out of the window, soon enough there was just me, Neville, Ron, Hermione and Harry left in the class because the rest had ran off. "Well, I'll ask you 5 to just nip the rest into the rest of them back into their cage!" yelled Lockheart and he swiftly locked himself in his office. "Why is it always me?" complained Neville still swinging from the Candelabra. "I have no idea." Replied Harry, soon enough we had them back into the cage. I must say that was the highlight of the week.
The morning was crisp and clear but very chilly, it was still too early to go to the Great Hall to have breakfast so I got dressed and decided to go and explore the grounds. But I hadn't gotten as far as the portrait hole before I saw Harry and Ron looking extremely tired. "Hey guys! Where are you going?" I called out, Harry turned around I blushed he did look rather attractive in his quidditch uniform. "We're – I'm going to Quidditch practice. Ron's just tagging along as always." "Oh. Can I come? I do love Quidditch!" Harry smiled "Sure!" he said and as three we walked down to the pitch, but when we arrived there was a huge commotion. "But I booked the pitch especially for us this morning!" said a boy who I was assuming to be the Gryffindor captain. "Yeah?" Said a beefy guy, who I was assuming to be the Slytherin captain, "We 'ave special permission fro' Professa Snape so we can train our new Seeker!" "You have a new seeker?" said Wood (having just been informed by Harry); just then a familiar blonde headed boy appeared in front of the group. "Yeah, that's me! Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." At those words everyone turned to stare not at him but at me. I went completely red. "Hello. Sister," he said emphasizing the Sister "Long time no see, Oh wait! I don't want to see you, you filthy traitor!" "You'll pay for that Malfoy!" "Ron don't!" "Eat Slugs!" He shouted, pointing at him with his broken wand, the jinx back fired and Ron was flung backwards, just as Hermione joined the already very large crowd. "What's going on?" she asked. "None of your business Mudblood!" sneered Malfoy and they stalked off, meanwhile Ron had just started hurling up Slugs. "Eeew!" I grimaced, as one slithered out his mouth. "Let's take him to Hagrid's, he'll sort him out!" suggested Harry and the four of us traipsed down the hill.
When Ron had coughed up the last slug, we went up to the castle just in time for lunch. "Just in time!" Ron exclaimed, "I'm starving!" me, Harry and Hermione looked at him in utter astonishment. "What?" he asked sceptically and walked into the hall, closely followed by Harry and Hermione. I wasn't particularly hungry so I made my way up to the common room, I was just about to sit down and read 'Travels with Trolls' and I remembered the diary in my suitcase. I ought to write in that, I thought Mum might get offended if I don't and I climbed upstairs till I got to my dormitory. After rooting around I managed to fish it out the bottom of my bag, I opened it up got out my quill and wrote down the date it disappeared, was this some type of a joke? Just then I saw writing come onto the page.
'Who are you?' I stared at the writing in awe and then answered, 'Miriam Angela Malfoy. Who are you?' 'My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. It is nice to meet you Miriam. So what is going on at the moment?' I had no idea of what happened afterwards except that I told Tom absolutely everything.