The Dark Mark in Hogwart's History

"Aragog?" "Yes. Why are you here?" "I dunno, but I'm sure the real monster in the Chamber of Secrets would see you as a nice appetizer." "Y-you're w-w-welc-come t-to mov-ve ar-round if y-you l-like." "Thank you." You know when they say the spider's more afraid of you then you are of it? I just proved that.
So I kept walking around until dawn. At dawn, I went over to the tree and woke Draco up. "Draco, wake up," I whispered in his ear. He opened his eyes, and stood up. He seemed surpised that he was in a forest. "We were here last night, when you decided to sleep. I suppose we should go to the Great Hall, before Hagrid catches us here," I said while brushing twigs and dirt off of Draco's robes.
"My father gave me this. He used it to go to the Chamber of Secrets and back." Draco looked disgustedly at the cloak I had in my hands. "It should work to get us back to the castle. Unless, of course, you know how to apparate." "But apparation's illegal until you're 18 years old. I would know. My father's governor of the Ministry of Magic." "Then we'll use this Invisibility Cloak," I said, and he, unwillingly, put the old cloak over himself, and I did the same.

We walked quickly to the building. I found a secret entrance with the map Draco had, so we went there.
Draco and I took off the cloak, and we went to the Great Hall for Halloween breakfast. Parkinson was looking at us as if we were into some strange conspiracy in which she wished she was involved instead of me. Draco smiled to piss her off. It worked, and she immediately squeaked, "Hmph," and left the table.
Draco snickered as we sat down for breakfast, across from Crabbe and Goyle. "Morning Crabbe, Goyle." They just grunted back at me. "Just ignore them. They're idiots," Draco explained, glaring at Crabbe and Goyle for being so rude.

We ate until we were full, then went to the common room and talked for awhile. Then, I got out a piece of parchment and started drawing the Hogwarts shield.
Draco watched me write Draco Dormeins Nunquam Titillandus, and asked, "Do you have any clue what that means?" I snickered. "Do you?" "Yes. It means 'never tickle a sleeping dragon'. Best advice they could give us students." "Seriously?"
"Yup. It's in the first chapter of Hogwarts, A History." "Sorry. I don't memorize books from the reference section. I wouldn't know." "I didn't memorize the entire book." "What's the title of Chapter 3?" "Well, it's Famous Prefects of Hogwarts, but how would I not remember that?" "Easily." "Oh. Whatever. I have other places to be right now. Sorry, but I must go alone. Bye, Draco." "Bye, Diana. I'll miss you." "Miss you too." I then left the common room for the Chamber of Secrets.

When I finally got to the Chamber of Secrets, I went to the middle of the main area, and examined the huge statue of Salazar Slytherin with it's mouth barely open.
The opening in his mouth was the tunnel in which the basilisk lived. The basilisk was known as the terror within the Chamber. It was quite odd looking.
It was dark blue with spikes all over it that looked rather like thorns. The basilisk was an amazing creature, but it was plain creepy looking, unlike most snakes. Most snakes are beautiful creatures that are feared by really strange people (obviously not including me. I love snakes!)
I called the basilisk and it came out through the mouth of the statue. It was quite an extraordinary sight, especially seeing it for the first time. The last time I saw the basilisk, it was just laying, about where I was standing.
I talked to the basilisk for awhile, then he had to have his lunch of dead roosters, so I went to the Great Hall for my own lunch, and saw Draco, who moved over a little for me to sit down next to him.

Crabbe and Goyle grunted as I sat down. Draco glared at them. I ate my lunch, and washed it down with pumpkin juice, as did Draco.
Then, we went back to the common room, and, as usual, Draco and I sat on the leather couch. Draco asked, "Where did you go that I couldn't go with you?" "Think of a place in this castle made by my family." "This house was made by your family," he whispered.
"Think of a place!" "Oh. Why couldn't you take me there?" "It's the only thing I have to remind me of my family. Salazar wouldn't be too proud of me bringing someone outside of his family to a place which he made so only his true heir could go to in the first place."
"Who the heck is Salazar?" asked the annoying, on the verge of not being feminine voice of Pansy Parkinson. "He's dead. I don't think he'd go out with you, even if he was alive. Sorry if that discourages you, Pansy." "Oh. It just breaks my heart." "I didn't know black holes broke."
As always, it took a few minutes for Pansy to get that, but when she did, "Hmph," and off she went, probably to the dormitory.
It was one of those times I was glad I had cursed all of my stuff so if Pansy'd touch it, it would bite her hand off. Of course, it was perfectly fine when I touched it. She almost lost a hand to my journal. I went up to the dormitory, telling Draco to stay put. Pansy was breaking stuff in the bathroom, so it was easy for me to get my father's memory preserving diary to show to Draco.
When I came back to the common room with the diary and a quill, I showed Draco how it worked. He saw how I wrote something, then it disappeared, and words appeared on the page. The diary wrote: Give the diary to Malfoy. Lucius'll know what to do with it. Draco was stunned, but he took the diary to send to his father.