March 18th 1968

We lasted six weeks at most mother then I decided enough was enough. I accidentally on purpose got myself a detention during Transfiguration class for fighting with another irritating twit and I swear I saw McGonagall's stunning green eyes fill with desire.

Will let you know how it goes. On my way to bedding my witch.

.. Order... The.. don't trust.

Try as I might the sentence wasn't finished and I still had no idea what my mother was trying to say. It was just like the other strange messages, it must mean something. The most frustrating thing is I couldn't ask anyone as the diary refused to let itself be read by anyone else.

March 19th 1968

McGonagall is mine. Try that on for size mother dear. Turns out my beautiful witch has an extra appendage between her tone thighs and boy was her length huge though to be fair I have never seen a man's anatomy to compare to.

She sure knows how to use it. I am one lucky Black.

Oh. Oh dear I didn't want to know anything about either of my mothers sex lives. I could feel my cheeks heating up under the blush that crept up from my neck.

April 5th 1968

Dumbledork has strangely decided to look the other way and not report our relationship to the old farts on the school board as long as we show discretion.

McGonagall can't stop blushing when I'm around. This is such fun. Who knew.

May 17th 1968

I can't believe I'm writing this but then again I can't believe I started a bloody diary just to please my mother. I am fallen for Minerva. I know it started as a conquest to get the stern sexy professor into my bed but now I don't know what I would do without her.

The shadows are watching Hermione. Don't trust the shadows Order.

I had been sitting in the library reading through my mother's diary trying to get to the bottom of the strange messages that popped up after I bled on the pages. What is the shadows? Was my mother paranoid? Even stranger how does the diary know my name?

A sudden crashing sound stole my focus tucking the book under my arm I went to investigate.

Apparently one would think Draco and Harry could keep themselves out of trouble while no adult looked on in supervision. Turns out that is not true at all. The boys had ended up in a heap at the bottom of the grand staircase tangled in limbs and broken bits of broom.

"You were playing Quidditch inside again wasn't you?" I put on my best bossy attitude. It's quite entertaining to watch two boys so tangled in each other try desperately to get to their feet but end up sprawled on the floor face first.

"Sweetling, is there a particular reason why your cousin and friend are sprawled at your feet?" I turned on hearing Narcissa's angelic voice washing over me. She was striding down the staircase , her blonde haired tied tightly in a bun and wearing black reading glasses that perched on the edge of her nose.

I shook my head forgetting to speak which lately I had found to happen a lot and I'm unsure why. Thankfully the boys seem to come to my rescue and blabber the first thing that came to their minds which wasn't as helpful as one would hope.

"I fell and then Harry fell and we tumbled on the floor," my cousin nervously pulled himself and Harry off the floor, both staring at the ground littered with broken bits of broom handle.

Narcissa hid her smile behind her hand, her eyes firmly on the mess on her foyer floor. "Unless your brooms fell tumbling down the staircase after you son I don't believe that truly happened. Now unless you wish for your father to see this I suggest you both clean up and get your trunks by the door in ten minutes."

Harry meekly nodded bending down to pick up the splinted wood, politely placing them in a pile by the stairs. Draco grabbed the rest and followed the bespectacled boy up the stairs before Narcissa could change her mind.

Removing her wand from her sleeve she vanished the mess. "Well then Hermione did you enjoy Yule?" She placed her hand on the small of my back, steering me into the parlour and on to the two seater couch.

"Very much so. Thank you for the new books though I didn't know you knew which ones I wanted. Surely the library already has them?"

Narcissa laughed, I loved hearing her laugh it's so musical. It reminds me of twinkling bells on a soft breezy morning. "Quite so sweetling but I thought you would enjoy your own set of books. One day you could put them in your own library hmmm."

I nodded enthusiastically. I liked that idea. A library of my own, filled with all sorts of knowledge from all around the world. Definitely beats Quidditch any day.

"Narcissa can I ask you a question?"

The blonde woman beside me nodded her consent, I mulled over the question that had been on my mind recently. "Do you know anything about shadows? Or an Order?"

A strange look passed across her normally neutral mask but it vanished in a tick leaving me to do Der if it was just my imagination.

The boys showed up out of breath, both skidding to a stop upon seeing us on the couch. Narcissa politely smiled helping me to my feet as Draco grabbed the floo powder by the fireplace.

"Be good and remember to owl. Oh and for the love of Salazar do not get into any more trouble." She kissed Draco and I on the cheek sending us back to Hogwarts for the last of our first year. Only then did I realise that Narcissa never answered my question.