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Secrets Stolen

I stared out the dormitory window. The trees swayed slowly: back and forth...back and forth...a kind of comforting rhythm. I saw the Gryffindor quidditch team practicing. Potter flew by my window at lightning speed. I watched closely. I snatched my binoculars. I adjusted them so I could see what the team was huddled around. Their strategy! Quickly, I copied everything down onto a piece of spare parchment. Wait 'till Flint sees this!

I could've skipped downstairs. I contained myself and walked slowly to the common room. Flint was paging restlessly through a book.

"Oh. Draco," he said when he saw me, "what is it now?" I waved the parchment in my hand.

"So?" I tossed it to him without saying a word, afraid I would squeak if I tried. I saw a sneer spread slowly across his face. "Good job. I'll reward you later. Don't let anyone disturb me!" he called as he dashed up the stairs to look it over carefully. I smiled to myself. Things were just getting better.

Pansy came in smiling.

"What?" She grinned widely.

"Granger is going to be in a state when she finds what I did to her books!" she laughed. She hugged me fiercely. "Why are you so happy?"

"Let's just say Slytherin is going to beat Gryffindor at tomorrows match. Just wait and see." I looked around quickly. No one was in the common room, so I took her in my arms and kissed her.

The clock chimed loudly, and I jumped. Time for supper. We waited for supper, the owls swooped down with night mail. My owl landed on my shoulder. I took the parchment. I rolled my eyes. It was from Narcissa.

Draco,

Your father has received an urgent message. We must leave home, and just wanted to let you know so you wouldn't worry. If you are in need the Lestranges have agreed to take you in. If you cause them any trouble you will be in your room for a month! Don't get into trouble.

Sincerely,

Mother

I raised my eyebrows. On "urgent business" hunh? I'd heard this load of crap before. My parents are going on vacation – again. I sighed. Oh well.

"You know, you could have stayed with me," I heard Pansy say, reading the letter over my shoulder, "who are the Lestranges?"

"No one important," I said. That was close. I folded the letter and put it in the pocket of my robes. I gave my owl a piece of meat. She flew off. I ate hurridly, and left supper, saying I had to use the bathroom. Instead I went to the owlry with a book and quill. Sitting on the floor, I wrote in the book: Narcissa and Lucius are going on vacation again. My words disappeared.

I'm sorry. The book replied in its beautiful handwriting. I smiled. I found this handy little book in the store my father and I always went to. (Digonalley?) I knew it was nothing like Tom Riddle's diary, but I did know that there was someone writing in a book similar to mind. Come to think of it, it was sort of like the diary, but not in the sense that the person who uses it almost dies on the owner of the diary's account.

That's alright. They don't want me anyway.

Yes, I know how that feels.

You do? Who… My words disappeared before I could finish the sentence.

That information is personal.

Oh. Sorry. I was surprised. Usually the book was very open. I realized that I didn't even know my secret confidant's name. So, do you have a name? I ventured.

Yes.

Well, what is it?

You may call me Wormtail.

Why Wormtail?

Because. I don't wish to reveal my true name.

Oh. I suddenly had the thought that maybe I shouldn't be using all of these names that were in my life.

For my sake, would you call me…um…

I like Draco. But I will call you Cobra.

Ooooh. Cobra. I like that name.

I'm glad.

"Oh, it was nothing really." Was that Potter? His companion said nothing. I jumped when I realized they were coming up the stairs. I ran behind a statue. The diary! I thought frantically. I sat back, hoping they wouldn't find it.

My hope failed.

"What's this?" Harry asked himself. He picked it up and descended the stairs with it. Oh no.

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