Chapter 16

Fred had finally managed to corner me before breakfast in the common room. The others had already gone down. I was tired from how late we stayed up last night and I wasn't really in the mood to talk to Fred right now. I tried explaining to him that I was tired but he was determined to speak with me. I turned to walk away but he grabbed my arm. It took all my self control not to hex him to next week but I always liked Fred in the books so I decided to give him another chance.

I took a calming breath before spinning back around to face him. "What?" I asked sharply. I didn't say I was going to make it easy for him.

"I just wanted to say I'm really sorry." He said. He sounded sincere. I really wanted to forgive Fred but I was feeling extra stubborn because of the lack of sleep. Not to mention the fact that I could have died if Draco hadn't come to my rescue. The fact that Draco had to save me only added to my fire. Then again it had proved that Draco did actually posses a heart.

"Please let go of my arm so that I can go to breakfast." I said in a cold voice.

"Just hear me out okay?" He pleaded. I sighed and indicated for him to continue. "I'm sorry I jumped to bad conclusions before hearing the whole story, but you must understand that I fell obligated to protect my little brother." For some reason that comment made me slightly angry.

"The amount of mean things you do to him on a daily basis, says otherwise." I said harshly. Then my tone softened a bit before saying, "You really hurt him sometimes, you know? Being the youngest of five brothers is hard enough without you and your twin constantly picking on him. He has to live in the shadows of a head boy, a quidditch captain, a prefect and two of the most popular boys in Gryffindor. He thinks that anything he does won't matter because one of his older brothers has already done it. You playing mean pranks on him is just making him feel worse about himself. Did you know he has a terrible fear of spiders because you turned his teddy bear into one when he was five?" I don't know how him apologizing, turned into me lecturing him on how to be a proper older sibling but oh well.

"I didn't know he felt that way." He whispered, almost to himself.

"Just so you know, I forgive you for what you did at the quidditch match. I would have done the same. Actually, thats a lie. I wouldn't have jumped to stupid conclusions and tried to hurt someone without proper confirmation, but I would have tried to protect my younger brother." I then turned and left. I could see I had given him quite a bit to think about.

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Over the next week, I noticed that the twins were being a lot nicer to Ron. Ron was growing increasingly paranoid. "They must be planning something really horrible." He had told us. I tried to reassure him but I was having no luck.

Justin Finch-Fletchley and Nearly Headless Nick had been petrified and the five of us were planning to visit moaning Myrtle when we had a spare moment. The others still had no clue who was being possessed. Because I already knew, Ginny acting funny was painfully obvious to me. Harry and Neville didn't know how she was supposed to act though, since they didn't know her very well. Her brothers were just brushing off the odd behaviour as her being exited to finally be at Hogwarts. Boys are so thick. Hermione was currently trying to befriend her with me so I hoped she would figure it out soon.

People were starting to act cautiously around Harry, especially the Hufflepuffs. Arn't they supposed to be loyal? They didn't know he was a parselmouth and their determination to blame Harry confused me. I guess they were just doing what they were told by others. Wizards are such sheep.

Harry had also told us he had a meeting with the head master. He described a beautiful bird that was there. It could only have been Fawkes. I could see that he was practically in love with the Phoenix and I didn't blame him. I was dying to meat one. They were supposed to be amazing creatures.

When we had a free period, we went to visit Myrtle. She was crying in the U bend when we got there. Harry picked up a book off of the flooded floor. He looked at the back and his eyes widened. He gave it to us to look at. This was it. This was the diary. The horcrux. Printed in gold on the back corner was the name T. . "The dark Lord had a diary?" Ron asked. I had to bite my cheeks to stop myself from laughing.

"Yes Ron, it appears that the dark lord had a diary." I answered.

"This must be it." Hermione whispered to us. "The thing that was possessing someone."

At that moment, Myrtle seemed to notice that there were people around. She flew down from the U bend to. "Come to throw another book at me?" Myrtle asked miserably.

"Why would we throw a book at you?" Harry asked.

"Well your holding one." She said.

"It was on the floor." Harry explained. "Why would someone throw this at you?"

"I don't know!" She snapped. "I was just sitting on the U bend, thinking about death, and someone thought it would be funny to throw a book at me."

"Well it can't have hurt. It would only go right through you." Ron said. I felt like hitting my head against the wall. Honestly! I like the boy but does it hurt him to be a little sensitive.

"Oh yeah! Lets all throw books at Moaning Myrtle because she can't feel it!" Myrtle growled with such venom it made Ron pale slightly. "Ten points if you get it through her stomach!" She then putt her fist right through Ron's stomach. "Fifty if it goes through her head." She continued as she put her fist through his head. "Well haha! What a wonderful game."

"Who threw it at you?" Asked Harry, trying to draw her attention away from Ron before he wet himself.

"I don't know." She said calmly. "I was just minding my own business and it fell strait through my head." Myrtle the dived into her toilet because she was sick of the conversation. Mood swings much? I found myself wondering whether it was 'that time of the month' when she died.

We quickly left the bathroom. Harry hid the diary in his room before we went to our next class.

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By the start of February the others were frustrated. They had been trying almost anything to see what is in the diary. I've been trying to convince them to destroy it but they didn't seem to want to.

Me and Harry are very tired from quidditch practice. Wood is pushing us hard because he is determined to win the cup this year. To bad it's going to be all that work for nothing. I wish I could tell him quidditch will be canceled because of the chamber. Oh well, good practice for next year.

Since Lockhart wasn't here, I was hoping that valentines day wouldn't turn into the hell on earth it was in the book. However, Dumbledore still thought it would be a good idea to boost morale. When I walked into the great hall on the fourteenth for breakfast, I thought I was going to be sick. The walls were covered in pink and red hearts. The tables had frilly covers on them. At least the little cupids running around was all Lockhart since they weren't here.

Harry got Hermione and I friendship valentines. It was so sweet. Ron started complaining in a jokey way, about how Harry was making him look bad. It was actually a fun day. We stuck to the theme of the holiday in most of our classes. I say most because Snape was just as moody as ever and we did nothing interesting in potions.

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That day, after our classes were over, we were walking down the hall examining the diary, when someone grabbed it out of Harry's hands. "Well look at this." Said Goyle, holding it up for everyone to see. "Potter's got a diary. Lets see whats in it." I decided to save Harry the embarrassment of people thinking he owned a diary.

"Hey, that's mine!" I yelled as I tried to grab it back.

"Oh, so it's the little mudblood's diary." He said as he went to open it. "I wonder who your crushing on." I could see Ginny watching in the crowd. She was staring in horror at the diary. This had gone on long enough. I pulled out my wand and said, "Accio diary" The diary flew out of Goyle's fat hands and into mine. I then gave it back to Harry and said, "Can you look after this for me? I trust you not to look inside." He nodded and put it in his bag before we turned and went back to the common room.

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I knew that Ginny was now going to steal the diary from Harry's room. I thought about hiding it in my room but I was afraid of the repercussions if Harry kept it, since they didn't want me to destroy it. He might even get possessed. That would be very bad.

The next day after class, Harry's room had been ransacked. "The diary's gone! It must have been the person who was possessed." Harry said.

"Now we know it's a Gryffindor. No one else knows our password." I said.

"Great. That just narrows it down to a quarter of the school." Ron told us. I had to admit it wasn't much for them to go on. I had tried pointing suspicion at Ginny but I couldn't say anything that would make them too suspicious because of the curse.

I wanted to go and get the diadem but I had no way to destroy it. I decided that I would write to the goblins and see if they would destroy another one for me. They wrote back telling me that it would cost me. I didn't have enough money for it. I decide that I would collect the basilisk fangs after Harry killed it.

Becoming an animagus was going well. I had managed to transform both arms and my left leg. We were all currently working on our other foot. I decided that in order to prepare for next year, I should try and learn the patronus charm. So far I had only created grey mist though. I needed a very strong happy memory. My first day at Hogwarts just wasn't cutting it. I still had the rest of the year though so I was positive I would think of something.

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