The weather changed drastically outside as emotions ran high inside.
A sunny morning turned cold and windy, and rain pelted the castle windows
heavily. Everyone inside was rushing to get ready for the Halloween Feast,
paying no attention to the raindrops bombarding the windowpanes.
Amy entered the Great Hall with Hermione, Ron and Harry close behind them. Hermione started giggling when she saw the Great Hall and Amy could see why. Halloween was kind of like Christmas for Hogwarts students. It was a time full of excitement and fun. And the Hogwarts professors knew that so that's why they decorated the Hall with the most extreme decorations they could find. There were plastic skeletons in every corner, bewitched to stand and bow as the students passed by. Orange and black strings hung from the ceiling and, which was dark and stormy, and the usual candles floated aimlessly in the air. Lightning flashed through the windows, illuminating the dark Hall every so often, giving the evening the true feeling of Halloween.
Sitting down with her friends, Amy ducked to avoid being hit by flying spaghetti noodles that Seamus was tossing at people. Amy grinned, thinking that if Professor McGonagall, or any teacher for that matter, caught Seamus doing that, he would have more than his fair share of scares on this Halloween. Last Halloween, when another student from another house started a food fight during the Feast, the professors made him sit in a room with Peeves, the troublesome ghost who loved making trouble. Needless to say, that student no longer felt the need to throw food and surely wouldn't be starting any food fights this year.
After a wonderful supper of every sort of wonderful food you could imagine, Amy leaned back as far as she could without falling off the backless bench. "I don't want to eat for another week," she said and Ron groaned his agreement. Harry was still giving her strange looks, with somewhat anger flashing in his eyes, but Amy chose to ignore him. He was so moody lately; she didn't know what to do anymore. She was afraid to breathe around him for fear that he would snap. Sometimes, he was himself, cheerful and goofy with her and other times, it was like he was a completely different person and she didn't even know him.
Amy began to wonder where Professor Dumbledore was. Reflecting her thoughts, Hermione said, "I thought Professor Dumbledore was going to be here."
"I thought so, too," Ron replied. "Maybe he just got caught up with something." The others nodded in agreement.
After Professor Handar had dismissed them, Tom approached Amy's table. He had, once again, arrived late and had not eaten a thing, something that Amy found stranger now. However, she chose to push her suspicions aside and followed him out of the Hall, bidding goodbye to her friends over her shoulder.
Tom led her down to one of the dungeons and through a door. They were in a room that was dark and dank, and Amy wished she could be anywhere but there. It was cold and the dampness was setting in, giving her the chills. Before she could ask where they were and what they were doing, Tom spoke.
"Amy, I have to ask you a question and you will answer me honestly." His voice was cold and his eyes were icy as they drilled into her own. She knew that this wasn't the Tom she had agreed to leave with but she couldn't force herself to leave. She felt as if she were in a trance as Tom continue to speak, his dark eyes flashing. "Amy, will you give yourself to me completely and entirely?"
Unable to fight off his steely eyes, Amy replied, "Yes."
"Will you obey my every command as though I am your master?"
"Yes."
"Will you do all my bidding for me, as I ask you to?"
"Yes."
A wicked smile spread over Tom's face. "Good," he answered softly. "Very good." Turning to a wooden door which Amy had not noticed before, he spoke in a very low tone. The door swung open with a swishing sound and stopped with a clunk. Pushing her ahead of him, Tom entered the room and directed Amy down a long tunnel. It was even colder in here and although Amy was in a sort of trance, she could still feel the moist air chill her to her bones.
After walking for what seemed like an eternity, Tom came to a ladder, which led only down. He climbed down it with ease and then helped Amy down. This room was even worse than the ones before. They were on what looked like a dock, surrounded by shallow water. Up ahead of them was a large, looming statue of a face that Amy had never seen before, but seemed strikingly similar to someone she knew. Looking around triumphantly, Tom gestured to the room they were in.
"Amy, welcome to the Chamber of Secrets."
Amy entered the Great Hall with Hermione, Ron and Harry close behind them. Hermione started giggling when she saw the Great Hall and Amy could see why. Halloween was kind of like Christmas for Hogwarts students. It was a time full of excitement and fun. And the Hogwarts professors knew that so that's why they decorated the Hall with the most extreme decorations they could find. There were plastic skeletons in every corner, bewitched to stand and bow as the students passed by. Orange and black strings hung from the ceiling and, which was dark and stormy, and the usual candles floated aimlessly in the air. Lightning flashed through the windows, illuminating the dark Hall every so often, giving the evening the true feeling of Halloween.
Sitting down with her friends, Amy ducked to avoid being hit by flying spaghetti noodles that Seamus was tossing at people. Amy grinned, thinking that if Professor McGonagall, or any teacher for that matter, caught Seamus doing that, he would have more than his fair share of scares on this Halloween. Last Halloween, when another student from another house started a food fight during the Feast, the professors made him sit in a room with Peeves, the troublesome ghost who loved making trouble. Needless to say, that student no longer felt the need to throw food and surely wouldn't be starting any food fights this year.
After a wonderful supper of every sort of wonderful food you could imagine, Amy leaned back as far as she could without falling off the backless bench. "I don't want to eat for another week," she said and Ron groaned his agreement. Harry was still giving her strange looks, with somewhat anger flashing in his eyes, but Amy chose to ignore him. He was so moody lately; she didn't know what to do anymore. She was afraid to breathe around him for fear that he would snap. Sometimes, he was himself, cheerful and goofy with her and other times, it was like he was a completely different person and she didn't even know him.
Amy began to wonder where Professor Dumbledore was. Reflecting her thoughts, Hermione said, "I thought Professor Dumbledore was going to be here."
"I thought so, too," Ron replied. "Maybe he just got caught up with something." The others nodded in agreement.
After Professor Handar had dismissed them, Tom approached Amy's table. He had, once again, arrived late and had not eaten a thing, something that Amy found stranger now. However, she chose to push her suspicions aside and followed him out of the Hall, bidding goodbye to her friends over her shoulder.
Tom led her down to one of the dungeons and through a door. They were in a room that was dark and dank, and Amy wished she could be anywhere but there. It was cold and the dampness was setting in, giving her the chills. Before she could ask where they were and what they were doing, Tom spoke.
"Amy, I have to ask you a question and you will answer me honestly." His voice was cold and his eyes were icy as they drilled into her own. She knew that this wasn't the Tom she had agreed to leave with but she couldn't force herself to leave. She felt as if she were in a trance as Tom continue to speak, his dark eyes flashing. "Amy, will you give yourself to me completely and entirely?"
Unable to fight off his steely eyes, Amy replied, "Yes."
"Will you obey my every command as though I am your master?"
"Yes."
"Will you do all my bidding for me, as I ask you to?"
"Yes."
A wicked smile spread over Tom's face. "Good," he answered softly. "Very good." Turning to a wooden door which Amy had not noticed before, he spoke in a very low tone. The door swung open with a swishing sound and stopped with a clunk. Pushing her ahead of him, Tom entered the room and directed Amy down a long tunnel. It was even colder in here and although Amy was in a sort of trance, she could still feel the moist air chill her to her bones.
After walking for what seemed like an eternity, Tom came to a ladder, which led only down. He climbed down it with ease and then helped Amy down. This room was even worse than the ones before. They were on what looked like a dock, surrounded by shallow water. Up ahead of them was a large, looming statue of a face that Amy had never seen before, but seemed strikingly similar to someone she knew. Looking around triumphantly, Tom gestured to the room they were in.
"Amy, welcome to the Chamber of Secrets."