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Hi guys! I'm SO sorry I haven't updated. I know it's early on in the story, but I was stuck in which direction I should go in. If you all could give me feedback, that would be great. Also, I am changing up the timeline of the black diary a bit… please don't hate me!
Chapter 6: The Diary
December 19, 1992 — 12:47 am.
The fire in the Slytherin common room was drawing to a close, desperately trying to breathe oxygen to keep it alive. A small flame was flickering from the bottom of the charred log. Sienna watched it closely, dazed in her own thoughts.
It had been a few weeks since she spoke to Draco. They passed by each other often, their eyes would connect, but words were left unsaid. He didn't roll his eyes or glare at the girl, he just simply acted like he was not interested. Although Sienna inherited her father's talent at keeping a stoic face, deep down her stomach did flips and tumbles everytime she looked at Draco. The boy often drove her mad internally, so much that she could not concentrate in her classes. She was thankful it was almost the holidays, so term would be ending soon and she would be able to see her mum.
Sienna got up and added a log to the fire, having no intentions of going back to bed anytime soon. She sat back down on the leather black couch in her red plaid pajama bottoms and a black tank top. She was twisting a strand of hair when she heard the faint sound of a door shutting in the distance. She continued to stare into the fire, lost in her thoughts about Draco. She also was worried about Ginny, whom had become more and more distant lately. It worried her quite a bit.
She felt pressure next to her on the couch as someone sank down on the other side. She looked to her right to find Draco in his silk green pajamas with a white wife beater top to match. His hair was a bit of a mess and not in its usual tamed look. His eyes were bloodshot and there were circles around them. He stared into the fire. Sienna turned her head back towards it herself.
"Can't sleep either?", he spoke.
Sienna shook her head slightly, "not really."
"What's the matter then?"
She shrugged, "Dunno. Lots I guess."
He turned his attention to her. Her long black hair was braided to the side to keep it from getting unruly. Her blue eyes almost… sad? He cocked an eyebrow upward. "Care to explain?"
"Not really."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want to, Malfoy."
"Your tough act is very disheartening, you know that, Snape?"
"Pity."
Draco ran a frustrated hand through his already messy hair. How on earth was he supposed to apologize when she wouldn't give him the time of day? "You're a real pain in the arse, you know?"
Sienna once again shrugged. Her eyes never deterring from the fire. Draco sighed, throwing up his hands. "Fine, fine. You win."
Sienna turned her attention towards him, confused. "Excuse me?"
"You win. I don't want to argue anymore."
"We're not arguing. In fact, we haven't spoken in a few weeks. So how are we arguing?"
"I presumed this conversation would lean more towards arguing since you're tough guy act is very prominent."
Sienna rolled her eyes. "Well, we're not arguing."
"I guess that makes me glad then."
Sienna tried to hide the small smile that was on her face, but failed miserably. Draco noticed instantly that set a bit of a fire inside his chest, though he'd never admit it. Sienna tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, which caused him to catch a glimpse of her earrings. He smirked a little.
"They look nice on you, Snape."
She blushed. She forgot she had them on. "Thank you. I like them a lot."
He nodded, "Listen, about that night—"
"It's fine, Draco."
"Well, it's not. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that, especially on your birthday."
"I know you shouldn't have," she chuckled, "but I forgive you."
Draco half laughed at the girl. "Good, I can't stand to see your grades in Potions suffer because you won't speak to me."
Another eye roll from Sienna Snape. "Yeah, my dad's not the teacher or anything. However will I pass?"
Draco smirked at her, amused by her sarcasm. "You're something, you know that?"
She mirrored his smirk.
December 19, 1992 — 9:36 am.
Sienna noticed during History of Magic that Ginny wasn't in class that morning. She worried it was something detrimental that happened. The attacks on muggle born witches and wizards were starting to increase in size. Although Ginny was a pure blooded witch, Sienna almost wondered if the person or thing attacking her fellow classmates has gotten Ginny as well. It scared her nonetheless.
After History of Magic, Sienna checked the library to see if her best friend was there. She walked along a few aisles before she saw a head of long red hair sleeping on top of a table with her hands folded under her. Sienna sighed with relief. When she moved closer to wake Ginny, she noticed the same black book that was tucked slightly under her right hand. Sienna had seen the small book many times, but she never got a chance to ask Ginny what it was and why she had it. She always presumed it was her diary.
Sienna decided she wanted to sneak a peek into the book; she blamed her Slytherin lineage. She moved slowly toward the book, making sure not to wake Ginny. When she finally was able to touch the book, she slowly slid it out of her friend's hand. Ginny stirred slightly, but did not wake. Sienna waited a few more moments until she slowly crept away. When Sienna was finally out of sight from Ginny, she sped up her pace and went straight for her dorm.
Sienna snuck the little book up her sleeve so that no one would notice it, especially her father or Draco. She was about to pass the dungeon doors when she her her father's low, dark voice from behind her.
"I hope you're skipping class because you need to do the assignment that is due in a few days, dear Sienna."
Sienna stopped in her tracks and sighed. She should've known it was time for classes to switch and that he would be standing outside the door waiting for the next class to enter. Sienna slowly turned around, just to meet the face of a questioning Snape. She smiled and said, "of course. I just have a few more points left of it."
"Is that so? Then why were you telling me last week that you had all your assignments completed before the break?"
Sienna's eyes slightly went wide. Oops, she did say that didn't she? "I—uh—forgot to add in a few things. Want to make sure I get an O!"
Snape quirked an eyebrow up at her, looking for any physical indication that she was lying. "Yes, of course. Make sure it's not sloppy, I won't accept it."
Sienna nodded almost too quickly, "Not to worry!" When she turned to continue her walk to the common room, the book in her sleeve almost fell out. Thanks to her reflexes, it stayed hidden from her father. Sienna got into the common room and sat down on the leather couches with the book. She examined it thoroughly before opening it. An old black leather books that had a few small tears on the cover and felt heavy. The pages were yellow and wrinkled, showing its age even more. She looked at the lower right corner where she saw the name "T. Riddle Jr." displayed. Riddle? She was not familiar with the name at all. She flipped open the book and saw that there were no words written in it, just blank pages. Now she was even more confused.
Sienna strode over to a desk that sat against the far wall near the dormitory steps. Pulling out her ink and quill, she sat the book down and opened it to the first page. She wrote, "Sienna Noel Snape" in her neat, curvy handwriting. As soon as she was done, she blinked and it was gone. Huh? I just wrote it. Where did it go?
All of a sudden, ink appeared before her on the page, but it was not her handwriting.
*Hello, Sienna. My name is Tom Riddle.*
Her eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. As soon as she saw it, the ink was gone again. She dipped her quill in the ink again, writing more to the unknown source.
Is this your diary, Tom?
*Yes, dear girl.*
Why don't you have it then?
*Curious thing, are you?*
Sienna rolled her eyes. Of course she's curious, a bloody diary is writing back to her.
Yes. It was in the possession of my friend. She always has it, so I took it to see what was so special about it.
*Yes, Ginny is a wonderful person to talk to. She and I are friends as well. That means you and I can be friends.*
Sienna felt uneasy, almost as if something was watching her or if something was creeping along to scare her. She stared at the blank page, knowing that this source of Magic was waiting for her to write something back. When she went to get the quill, she suddenly heard a door open from the front of the common room. Sienna quickly closed the diary, threw it in her bag, along with her quill and ink. Walking down the steps was Draco and his two cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. She still hated them to this day.
Draco noticed her sitting at the desk looking flushed. "Snape? Don't you have a class to go to?"
Sienna went to say something, but instead dropped her bag and all of her things fell out. "I—I was j-just trying to get s-some work done."
Draco noticed her uneasiness. He dismissed Crabbe and Goyle, strutting over to help her father her things. "What's the matter?"
"N-Nothing!" Sienna was a horrible liar.
Draco did not believe her for one second. "You sure? You seem like you just saw a ghost. Sure Peeves wasn't down here, he's scared of us Slytherins?"
"N-no, not Peeves. Just tired and wanting the holidays to start."
Sienna glanced down to notice that the black diary was sitting by Draco's hands. He went to grab it to stuff into her bag, but she snatched it quick and tossed it in. He raised an eyebrow at her.
"What was that?"
"What was what? My Potions book?"
"No, that black book."
"Oh… uh… Ginny left it behind in class so I grabbed it, but we didn't have the next class together so I hung onto it."
"Weasley has a diary? That's rich! Let's take a look!"
"No!" Sienna said that way too quickly.
Draco again raised his eyebrows at her. "Why not? She's gotta have some things about Potter in there."
"Uh—she doesn't. I checked."
Draco smirked. "Yeah, she's probably fantasizing about sleeping with me, that's why."
"Draco!"
He snickered. "I'm joking, Snape. C'mon, I'll walk you to your next class."
Sienna smiled slightly, standing up. "Thanks, Draco. You don't have to."
"I figured I might as well help the little first year find her way."
With an eye roll and her bag attached to her shoulder, Sienna was escorted to her next class.