Threatened
By Valentine Riddle
Chapter One
"Bye Ginny, see you in the morning." Hermione said to me, not even looking up from the book she was reading. A strand of honey colored hair fell in her eyes and she quickly brushed it away.

"Bye." I say wincing at the thought of forever being known as Ginny. "I told you, call me Virginia."

"Sorry, bye, Virginia." She says laughing at me. I smirk at her then walk down the stairs leading into the common room. I regret the day I said I would patrol the halls at night.

I sigh and pull my cloak on, glaring at the happy people sitting around the fire. Harry, who sits on the couch between Lavender and Parvati, says something that sends the whole group into hysterics. I sneer, the fammiliar feeling of hate creeping into my stomach. The group around Harry looks so happy, it's sickening.

"Hey Gin." Harry says looking up and smiling at me. I manage to smirk at him. "Where you going?"

"Harry," I hiss. "I go out every Thursday to patrol the halls. You ask me every single Thursday, the answer will always be the same."

He glares at me and turns back to the group around him. I roll my eyes and leave the common room. The hall is dark, I shiver slightly and pull out my wand.

"Lumos." I mutter, the end of my wand lights up, reflecting the stone walls. I let out another sigh and start my rounds, walking down the hall, and turning. I am the one that has been blessed with the task of walking around the dungeons, and apparently, the dungeons are the choice makeout spot.

I stride down the long cold passageway. The sound of a book being thrown into a wall catches my attention, I stop for a split second, putting on my I'm-A-Pissed-Off-Prefect look onto my face, then I walk into the empty potions classroom. I look around, seeing no one. Odd, I could have sworn-

I see something black get hurled by an invisble force into the wall next to me. I let out a yelp and stumble back, the black object falls to the floor. My eyes dart around suspiciously. Seeing that there is nothing there, I stoop down and pick up the object, which apparently is a book. I turn it over and look at the cover.

No.

It can't be.

It's impossible...

I suck in a breath and drop the book back onto the ground. That book cannot be IT. I close my eyes, taking a few deep breaths, calm down Virginia, it's just a book.

I gulp and pick it back up. I turn it back over to see the cover.

On the cover of the black leather book, engraved in gold, are the enitials TMR.

"Tom...." I whisper. I clench my teeth togheather and drop the book into my pocket. I'll check it out some more when my shift is over.

There's nothing to worry about.

He's gone.

Dead.

The book was destroyed.

Wasn't it?
A/N Ah, tell me if I should continue.