I Write For Me
November 22nd:Journal Entry # 11
So Voldy's back. I'm very weary. Crabbe showed us his mark last night after classes had ended. So that confirms that it is indeed happening. The only thing that I'm wondering is how will this affect me? And everyone else? Because the Death Eaters are bound to go rampaging like crazy assassins killing every muggleborn and half breed there is out there. I've decided to start calling mudbloods muggleborns because that awful name just makes me like my savage father.
All I know is that none of us are really rejoicing at his return. Crabbe's been pale ever since he felt the dreaded mark burn. It's because he's most likely going to the war. Me on the other hand…I guess I may be going to war as well. Father will probably call on me soon if that is so. If not then I know that I'm his enemy as well as Voldy's. Isn't that pleasant? I might have to join the light side now.
Draco felt physically ill at this. He slowly shut his journal and looked up to find the Trio sitting close by. They were chatting away happily not paying a bit of attention to him. He looked out of the window and saw someone flying over the gates of the school. They were dressed in black as they made efforts to get through the magical barricades all around Hogwarts. Draco's eyes widened when he saw a glint of white blonde hair in the crowd.
"Oh God!" he exclaimed. The Trio looked at him startled. They got up slowly.
"What're you looking at Malfoy?" Potter asked from behind him.
He watched as they broke down the shields around the school and started pouring in like a black title wave.
"Oh God!" Harry echoed, recognizing the Death Eaters. Seeing the pale look on Draco's face he panicked even more.
"We have to tell Dumbledore that your father's breaking into the school," Harry said firmly. Draco nodded still stunned, and the two boys took off running out of the library. Hermione was right behind them.
"Come on Ron!" she said sternly.
"Coming," he said. But he had spotted Draco's journal on the table and he'd wanted to get his hands on that thing since he'd first seen Draco writing in it. She made a noise in the back of her throat and followed the boys out. Ron looked around and quickly grabbed the journal, stuffing it in his school bag and he followed them out.
The four of them made it to Dumbledore's office and stood outside of it.
"Lemon drops!" Harry cried. The gargoyle didn't budge. "Shit! " Potter yelled bouncing up and down eagerly looking at his worst enemy. "Dumbledore must have changed the bloody past word."
Draco felt that old familiar burn behind his cheeks.
"But it's so fluffy!" he growled. "Gumdrops!"
The gargoyle leapt out of the way and the two boys, side by side, bolted up the steps, barging into Dumbledore's office. Both were out of breath when they finally reached his desk.
"Now boys, what can I do for you-"
"Death Eaters!" Draco burst out. "In the courtyard!"
Dumbledore looked quite shocked at what escaped the young Malfoy's mouth.
He looked to Harry and his friends who were all nodding vigorously.
Dumbledore pulled out his wand and shrieked something that sent a bright red light through the room. An alarm sounded loudly all of a sudden and all sunlight was blocked from the room. And although the Golden Trio and Draco Malfoy didn't see it, it was that way within the whole castle.
"Professor?" Hermione asked slightly out of breath.
"The castle is on lock down," Dumbledore said quietly. "Nobody can enter in or exit out. I want you four to stay and wait for me to return," he went on. "We have much to discuss."
It was with that that the old wizard left his office shutting the door behind him. Shortly after, there was a soft click.
"He locked us in!" Malfoy exclaimed.
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All over the school students were running for their common rooms, scattering like ants. That was the Death Eater alarm. It was something taught to students on their first night at school by their head of house. Everywhere, places were being secured and the animals were let out. Slightly like gargoyles, they were set in front of all the common room entrances, to add as a sort of extra protection.
Dumbledore was making his way to the meeting room. It seemed that they had caught it in time. Not a single Death Eater in sight. Every few seconds though, an emblem that he wore around his neck would light up. That meant that the intruders were trying to get in.
He entered the meeting room to find all the teachers there.
"Albus?" asked Minerva McGonagall.
"We are under attack," he said softly.
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He let out a frustrated roar.
"They've barricaded the castle shut!" Lucius Malfoy cried.
"We must have tricked an alarm or something," Crabbe said. Lucius turned towards Vincent Crabbe's father.
"That was the only weakness in the barricade," Lucius said venomously. "That was our only way in!"
"Yes but it didn't work," Crabbe's father snapped at Lucius. "What do you suggest we do now?"
"Wait it out," Lucius hissed. "Stop attacking!" he yelled at his men. "They'll lift the shield if they think we're gone."
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"So," Malfoy said in the dim lighting of the room. "I'm stuck with you…"
"Get used to it," Ron snapped. "You think we want to be here?"
"Everybody wants to be in my presence," Draco replied smartly.
"Git," Ron snarled.
"Weasel," Draco said calmly.
Hermione groaned and stood up, stretching.
"I left my bag in the library," she said. "Now I don't have anything to read."
Draco rolled his eyes in the darkness. He then remembered something and began digging through his robe pockets. He pulled out a set of muggle cards and held it out.
"Poker?" he asked. The three stared at him.
"Gambling's addictive," Hermione said snootily.
He groaned. "Why are all you Gryffindors so… Good?"
When nobody said anything he sighed.
"How about slap jack?" he asked.
"How do you play that?" Ron asked with a little more interest.
"We all get a bit of the deck. We place our cards down and whenever somebody lays down a jack, everyone has to try and slap the deck first. Whoever ends up with their hand under everyone else's wins the cards. Whoever winds up with the whole deck wins the game," Draco explained.
"I'll play with you," Potter said.
A/N: Yay! I had a writer's block but then it lifted! I'm so happy. Anyways. Here's the chapter. Hope everyone likes it!
