Chapter 9
Diana followed Professor Snape to his office. She wondered what was so urgent that she had to be dragged out of the common room. Was she in trouble? If so, for what? If it was anything major, she should have known.
When she and Professor Snape got into the office, she saw that Dumbledore was also there, beaming as usual. She was told to sit in a chair in front of Professor Snape's desk, so she did, though reluctant.
"I'm sure you would like to know why you are here, Miss Riddle," said Professor Snape, and Diana nodded slowly. "Before the beginning of the term, Professor Dumbledore told us a bit about the backgrounds of our students. He didn't mention you at all in that subject."
"My parents are Tom Marvolo and Tina Tnepres Riddle," Diana stated.
"That's it?!" Professor Snape was flabbergasted.
"If she wants to tell you no more, you need to know no more," said Professor Dumbledore. His smile grew wider, and he gestured for Diana to leave the office.
She left rather quickly, not wanting to stay at all. However, once she got out of the office, she started walking at a more average speed. She heard the door open, and Professor Dumbledore caught up to her.
"I would think you would take more pride in your heritage," he said.
"I love my family, but it is power, not pride, that a Slytherin looks for in life," said Diana.
"Do you look to control the world?"
"If I did, would I really tell the Headmaster of Hogwarts?"
"Good point," and off he went.
Diana went back to the Slytherin common room. She then remembered that the Halloween feast was starting shortly. She turned around and walked to the Great Hall.
She sat at the Slytherin table, between Draco and a Prefect. As she started getting her food, Professor Quirrel ran in and told Dumbledore about a troll in the dungeon. There was mass commotion that could only be stopped by purple firecrackers shooting out of Dumbledore's wand. He told the Prefects to take the other students to their dormitories immediately. The Prefect next to Diana shot up, and dragged Diana by hand to the common room.
"I'm not that much younger than you," Diana told the Prefect.
"No, but you do have nice hands," he said.
"Thanks," she said a bit skeptically.
She went into the staircase, but snuck back into the common room when everyone was in their dormitory. She snuck out and ran up the staircase to the second floor. She wasn't paying much attention, though, and she realized a bit too late that she was facing a platform on the third floor. She jumped on to it, because she didn't really have anywhere else to go. She used Alohamora to unlock a door that was on it, and then saw a dark place with statues that had cobwebs on them. There was something very strange about this place.
At the time, she couldn't think of a reason not to be on the third floor, so she looked around a bit. Nothing was there, other than old statues and stone walls. She walked through another door, which gave her a very good reason not to be here. There was a gigantic three-headed brown dog that looked a bit hungry. At least, two of its heads did. The third one was looking away from her. It was standing on a trapdoor. It must have been guarding something. She heard the door in the other room open, so she ran through this room, and found another door to escape through. She slammed the last door. It would have been a more comfortable situation if she wasn't terrified of dogs.
She got back to her dormitory without anyone catching her. For once, everyone in the dormitory was asleep. She decided to go to sleep, too, so she wouldn't wake anyone else up so they could ask questions.
The next morning, she woke up before anyone else, so she used the dim torchlight to write a story about a houself that was allergic to pumpkin juice. As the houself started to prepare tea for his master, Pansy woke up. Diana recapped her ink and put it in her bag, along with her quill and notebook.
"Good morning," said Diana.
"What's so good about it?" asked Pansy groggily.
"Didn't sleep well?" asked Diana.
"No, I just had a nightmare is all."
"What was it?"
"You were sorted into Slytherin."
"I had one quite like that myself, only you kept badgering me about Draco Malfoy all the time."
"How strange. Do you think our nightmares are trying to tell us something?"
"Never. They're not real, anyway," Diana said in a finishing sort of tone.
She walked down to the common room and practiced spells on a doll until it seemed to be too tired to function. It had lost a lot of sleep the night before. She didn't really know why she had bothered waking it up. Losing sleep wasn't a very big deal to Diana. She could live without it.
Draco came into the common room, looking more than a bit worried. He ran to Diana, looking at her as if she was all he had to hold on to. He told her, in a very shaky voice,
"Gryffindor won."
Diana looked at Draco. She couldn't stand how disheveled he was. She held him and told him it was just a dream about twenty-three times before he believed her. He nodded, his white blond hair rubbing against Diana's cheek. He didn't say a word. Diana wondered why Draco would have such an odd dream.
Once Draco was steady, Diana slowly let go of him. She smiled when she saw that he was breathing properly again. Diana didn't have a dream to tell Draco about, and this seemed to disappoint him. She told her about a dream she'd had another day that involved a badger and a guitar. He smiled.
"Well, it obviously means you want a Jarvey," he said with a faux professional voice.
Diana nodded as if taking his bizzare comment seriously. Eventually, more Slytherins came into the common room. Most of them went straight to the Great Hall for breakfast. Almost all of them had been talking about Quidditch. Diana decided she should also go to the Great Hall.
She ended up going to the Great Hall with Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise. Blaise was one of few Slytherin girls who didn't think Pansy Parkinson was totally awesome. Diana also happened to be one of those girls, so she and Blaise got along quite well.
The five of them sat together at the Slytherin table and talked about badgers taking over the world. Crabbe and Goyle seemed to think rabbits were more likely to take over the world, but no one took them very seriously. They talked about the food for awhile, then about the Quidditch season that happened to start that day.
Fred and George came by, and many of the Slytherins glared. Diana stood up.
"I guess I should give you each a kiss for bad luck, considering my team's against yours," she said with a wink.
She kissed Fred and George on their cheeks before they left for the Quidditch Pitch. All of the Slytherins and Gryffindors left for the feild a few minutes later. Diana stood between Draco and Blaise in the stands. As the game started, Diana wanted to cheer for Fred and George, for they were excellent Beaters. However, that would be cheering for her opponent. Somewhere in the game, Harry lost control of his broom.
No one noticed until Harry was dangling off the end of his broomstick. It wasn't too long before he gained contol, flew down, and coughed up the Snitch (literally). Thus, Gryffindor won by one hundred seventy points. Marcus Flint complained for quite a while that Harry hadn't actually caught the Snitch. The lad nearly swallowed it.
"Gryffindor won," said Draco.
Diana wasn't too concerned that Gryffindor won. What bothered her was that Harry's broomstick had been tampered with. She didn't really know why this bothered her. She couldn't help but notice that Professor Quirrell was almost more shaky than he usually was. He had this strange tendacy to call on Diana for every question she had an answer for, no matter how many other people raised their hands. He also smiled when her answers were correct, which was most of the time.