The Freak/Heir of Slytherin
Ron came into the room, so I stopped talking to Joseph. "Hello, Ron. What house d'you think you'll be in?" "Gryffindor. How about you? Let me guess: Hufflepuff." "Very funny. I just know I'll be in Slytherin. Knowing Fred and George, Gryffindor seems okay." "Just okay??? Gryffindor's the best!"
Percy was standing at the door. "Being a Gryffindor prefect, I must agree. But will you please keep it down in here? Oh, and Diana, come with me."
"Okay." So I followed Percy into his room, where he shut the door and told me to take a seat. "Good. Now I'd like to tell you a bit about my family. I'll give you a hint: if it wasn't for my family, I'd be a Ravenclaw or Slytherin most likely."
"I see. Why are you telling me this?"
"Because now that you live here, you're like part of the family. Ron and Ginny don't know yet, though. What house do you think you'll be in? You seem like an uncanny cross between a Gryffindor and a Slytherin."
"I think Slytherin."
"Ah. Well, I probably wouldn't choose Slytherin, but with my ambition," he smiled as if to finish his sentence. I meekly smiled back, blushing slightly.
"You remind me alot of Penelope when I first met her."
"Who's Penelope?"
"She's a Ravenclaw prefect."
"You like her, don't you? Judging by your face, I'd say she felt the same." Percy's face went scarlet.
"Don't tell a soul."
"Why would I? Your brothers don't seem to like you that much. If I told them, they'd find a way to hold it against you." I smiled again, a little less nervously. Percy smiled at me as if to say, "You're nice, but I think I'm a little too old for you." We sat there in a few minutes of awkward silence. Then Percy broke the silence by saying, "Well, it's getting late. Out you go. Goodnight, Diana." "Goodnight, Percy." So I left the room for Fred and George's room, where I ended up staying.
"Having fun with Percy, were you?" asked Fred, smiling. He had this strange thing for teasing me. "More fun than I've ever had with you," I said, and George snickered. Fred was abashed. It didn't take me by surprise when he said, "Well, George and I refuse to sleep on the floor anymore nights, and we won't let you either. So, there! Two beds, three people, no sleeping bags. I am not sleeping with George."
"I guess I'll ask Percy, then."
"No!"
"I guess I'll sleep on the blanket my mother gave me for my first Christmas."
"Who is your mother?" "I think you'd be more interested in my father. Think about that while I get ready for bed." I went into the closet to change into my nightclothes, a black nightgown over green plaid pants. I went back into the room, where George was putting a pillow and blanket on the floor.
"It's only Fred who refuses to sleep on the floor. I think he loves you. You can have my bed for tonight." "Thanks, George." "Oh, but my bed's much more comfy, especially with me in it." "No thanks. Nice try, though." So I slept in George's bed that night.
Days went by and finally it was the day before Hogwarts. I wasn't feeling too well, but I went to Diagon Alley, anyway and bought my school supplies. I also went to Knockturn Alley and saw a blonde, pointy-faced, silver-eyed boy. I took a ripped baby picture out of my pocket and wondered if it was the same blonde, pointy-faced, silver-eyed boy.
When he noticed me, I saw him take something out of his pocket. I went back to Diagon Alley and told Mrs.Weasley, who never liked me from the beginning, about the blonde boy and his father. "Malfoy," she breathed, and I could tell that Malfoy wasn't her favorite name.
When we got home, I went straight to(George's)bed after throwing up in the front yard. George came into the room. "Sick the first day of Hogwarts. I couldn't imagine. Sorry to say it, but your temperature is far above 100. You won't get well by tomorrow. I'll get you some tea. That should make you feel better." "Thanks." Once he left the room, I had fallen asleep. The next day was terrible. My sickness was better, but not enough to go to school.
Mr.Weasley drove me to Hogwarts the second day. "Thank you, Mr.Weasley," and to Hogwarts I went. I met all of the professors, who were waiting in front of the castle happily. I also met a giant of a man named Hagrid. He seemed nice for his sort. I was sorted in private in Dumbledore's office. "Slytherin!" the hat said at the mere sight of me, and McGonnagal, Hagrid, and Sprout twitched, and Professor Snape smiled.
It was about breakfast time, so I went to the Great Hall. I sat next to a girl with a pug-like face. "My name's Pansy Parkinson. You?" "Diana Riddle. Nice to meet you, Pansy." "Likewise, I'm sure." "Why does it seem like no one likes Slytherin except for Professor Snape?" "Dunno." Just then, the blonde silver-eyed, pointy-faced kid from Knockturn Alley and possibly the baby picture came over to the Slytherin table with who Pansy told me were Crabbe and Goyle.
"What's your name, new girl?" "Riddle. Diana Riddle. And you're that Draco kid. I've heard of you. Rumors seem to decieve you. Never seen such an ugly face on such a hot guy." Pansy blushed, but no one noticed.
Draco, feeling especially cocky, said, "And I've never seen such a freak get sorted into Slytherin."
"And I've never seen such a brat come up with such pathetic insults."
"And I've never seen anyone with a face that would count as enough as an insult to start with." "Then I guess you need to take another look into the mirror." Draco shook my hand, sneering in a happy kind of way, while I smiled back. Before leaving, Draco gave a peice of parchment to me, which said:
11:00PM -- common room -- be there
He left the table, and Pansy kept trying to steal the note written by Draco so she could make a shrine.
I saw someone at the Hufflepuff table staring at me from the corner of my eye, but every time I looked at him, he looked away. Then I stared at him, but he'd only looked back once, and I'd immediately looked down at the table I was sitting at.
Then, Professor Snape came by, whispering into my ear, "Mr. Maiorana isn't the only one," then he walked away. "That was odd," I told Pansy, as she drank her pumpkin juice. Then she told me, "He's right, you know. Look at the Ravenclaw table, and the Gryffindor table. What kind of a name is Maiorana? Oh well. Seems like there's a guy in every house that likes--or at least notices you." I saw a kid with black rimmed glasses like mine, and a scar on his forehead identical to the one on my arm. His hair was jet black, and for a minute he was staring at me. "Harry Potter."
"Yes, Diana. Very good. The new school celebrity likes you. Don't you feel special?" "Not really."
So at 11:00 Draco and I met in the common room.
"No Crabbe and Goyle?" "Why? Which one of them are you in love with?" "Neither. Just wondering why a coward like you wouldn't bring his body guards anywhere. By the way, I have something to show you. It's a picture of me, but it's ripped in half. I think I remember it, though." "I have a picture of myself that's riped in half, too. Looks like I'm kissing someone. I'm a baby, though."
He took his picture out of his robes and I took mine. They met up perfectly. We were kissing in a baby picture. "Tina, my mother, gave this to me before I came to Hogwarts. She told me she gave the other half to Draco Malfoy." "Your hair -- it's green in this picture. But it's blue now. It's probably dyed, but dyeing your hair as a baby?" "It isn't dye. I'll tell you why it's green later." Draco was looking at me as if he wanted to know immediately. "Sorry, Draco. It's just that I don't know you that well, and I don't really know if I can trust you. I'm kind of paranoid." We were in an awkward silence for a few minutes.
"Did you here that? It's coming from there. He's not a Slytherin." And I took out hair spray to aparate to where the kid, who was looking through the trapdoor, was.
"How did you do that?" "It's called apparating. I think you should read Hogwarts, A History a few more times." "There's a book called Hogwarts, A History?" "Ya. You didn't know that?" "No. Did you read it over your dearest Draco Malfoy's shoulder?" "The gay? I don't even like Draco. I barely even know the kid." "Sure." "No, seriously." Then the Ravenclaw boy heard Filch and ran away.
I put on my Invisibility Cloak that my father had given me for my eighth birthday, and started to roam the halls when I came to an out of order bathroom, where I saw two ghosts. One of a short old man, and one that seemed to be a girl, with pearly glasses. She really seemed depressed. She was calling the man Peeves. Peeves looked over at me.
"Ooh. An ickle firsty. Your name?"
"Riddle."
"You got a first name, or is it Riddle?"
"No..I mean yes. My first name is Diana."
"You know a guy named Tom Riddle?"
"Yes. I knew him fairly well. Why?"
"Voldemort." Just as he said that, the pearly-glasses ghost jumped and gasped. I responded, "Yes. That's the name he preferred. He was named 'Tom' after his horrible father. Tom Riddle Senior. Never had a chance to meet him. He ran away from gran--VOLDEMORT's mother," I was really hoping he missed my saying grandmother, "before Voldemort was born, then she died. He ended up living in a muggle orphanage. Could you imagine the tourture? So when he grew up, he started killing Muggles, and any witch or wizard that fought against him. You couldn't blame him, though."
"You mean, you agree with his ways?" asked Peeves, giving the pearly glasses ghost a break, since she went crazy at the mention of Voldemort's name. "Yes. Actually, I do." "Odd kid. D'you agree, Myrtle? Odd ickle firsty." "Y'hear that, you two? It's coming from that sink. Someone's hurt!"
I went up to the sink, stupidly yelling, "Open!" and it did, so I slid down the pipes into a chamber.
There was this huge snake. there was something stuck in his side. "Stay still, okay. I won't hurt you." "Okay," said the basilisk, in an oddly trusting sort of way. I gently pulled it out. Seemed like a splinter or something. "You need to be more careful," I told the giant snake. I pet the snake, and then told a secret door to open. The door led to a pitch black corner in the Slytherin Common Room.
