Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original HP characters...

A/N: Thanks 2 my reviewers:

Redberry Greenleaf: I'm so glad you're keeping up with the story. I'm glad you liked my implied humor ;-) Note, though, that Malfoy has no idea that Wormtail is in fact Peter Pettigrew and can change into a rat!

Here goes!

Don't Trust Anything if you Can't See Where it Keeps it's Brain1

I was on my bed with the diary open. I gingerly put ink on my quill and wrote:

Hello again. I frowned. My words didn't disappear. They just stayed the way they would as if I had written on parchement. I tried again:

Hello? Is anyone there? I was getting annoyed. Frustrated, I slammed the book shut. I opened it again. The words were still there. I clapped it shut, and then hid it under my bed. After closing the ink, I made my way to my next class, still wondering where that Wormtail character had gone.

I was busy wondering if maybeWormtail had abandoned the book when I feltProfessor McGonagall staring over my shoulder.

"Mr. Malfoy. Would you like to demonstrate for us how you can turn your rat into an owl?" she asked smoothly. Uh-oh. I wasn't about to make a fool of myself.

"Yes Professor," I said as calmly as I could. I glanced at Pansy's notes. Murmuring the incantation under my breath, I waved my wand, praying that I would get it right. There was a sparkle, and then I saw the thing I had created. I sighed. It looked ugly. It had a rat's snout instead of a beak. The eyes were huge, but the ears seemed a quarter of the size. The owl's body had rat hair covering it, andthe tail was a regular owl tail. The feet were rat's feet with giant talons on the end. It squwaked loudly. I hung my head.

"Miss Granger, could you please show us the proper way?" Goodie-goodie Granger. I rolled my eyes. She changed her rat into a beautiful barn owl. "Well done! Ten points for Gryffindor." I rolled my eyes. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Potter laughing in my face. I'd get him later. I copied down the homework just as McGonagall dismissed us.

I wasstill disappointed Christmas break was over. Everyone was back, inclucding Crabbe and Goyle. Let's just say I felt a lot better with them around. The three of us made our way to Divination. God I hate that class. That freak Trelanwy thinks she can see into the future. What a loon.

"Hey Malfoy! You dropped something!" Potter held up the diary. Oh shit.

"That's not mine." I said innocently. Please believe it. For once in your life believe me Potter!

"I'm pretty sure it is." Granger. Uhg.

"What do you want?" I asked annoyed.

"I wanted you to take it from Harry. Instead, I suppose I'll keep it. I could use some," she paused and then smiled, "interesting reading." Weasley guffawed. I glared at the three of them.

"Fine, keep it. By the way. What are you doing here?"

"I have my Ancient Magic class." She answered simply. I wish I could get out of Divination. What a useless class. I watched as Granger opened the diary. She looked puzzled.

"What's this?" She showed it to Potter and Weasel. They laughed.

"I quote:" he began loudly, "(this is hilarious!) 'hello again. hello, is anyone there?'" I laughed to make it look like it wasn't mine.

"What kind of...idiot would...write something...like...that?" I said between "laughs." Fortunately, Potter and his posse seemed to be buying my little chirade. Granger shrugged and dropped it on the floor. When no one was looking I recovered it. This was going to have to stay in my dormitory for good.

When Divination was finally over, I went to my dormitory and put the book down. I opened to the page with the writing on it, and erased it with a simple charm. Then, I took out my quill and wrote:

Where are you? I gasped when my words disappeared.

Right here. Was the reply.

Wormtail what - But my words disappeared again.

I'm not Wormtail.

Then who are you?

Just call me Tom.

Ooohh! Cliffie. Srry this took me so long to get out. I had some...other things I needed to take care of PLEASE REVIEW! PLEASE!