A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Auction Day 6 - Percy Weasley was in possession of the cursed diary, not Ginny Weasley.
Word Count: 424
Oliver wasn't sure when things had changed with Percy. Maybe it had been during the Summer, maybe it had been after the first day of school. Either way, Percy was acting strange, well stranger than usual.
Oliver noticed it about a week after school started. Percy had always been a bit secretive, despite them living in the same dorm, but suddenly he'd taken things to a new level. He'd sit in his bed, with the curtains drawn and a silencing charm placed on it. He carried around a strange black book. Oliver assumed it was his journal, but he was always writing in it, smiling at it and making Oliver wonder just how a book could be so important?
It was Halloween when things started getting worse. Percy would talk in his sleep about someone named Tom. There was no Tom in their year, there was no Tom in the whole school that Oliver could find.
"Percy? Who's Tom?" Oliver finally asked, after managing to corner Percy in the common room for a moment.
"Tom? He's... he's a friend," Percy had answered, looking paler than usual. Oliver nodded, letting the subject drop for now. He needed to figure out who Tom was, and how he'd managed to steal Percy's heart.
The attacks on the school interrupted Oliver's search for Tom. Percy was becoming more and more withdrawn. Finally, Oliver had had enough. Since Percy wouldn't talk to him, he'd find it out some other way. He managed to filch the journal from Percy's bag. It was blank, but Oliver saw the name Tom on the inside cover. His heart froze. He'd heard about cursed objects, objects that could steal someone's soul.
Without even consulting Professor McGonagall, Oliver took the journal to Dumbledore, told him his fears. Dumbledore listened, studied it, and promised he would get back to Oliver. Oliver was numb, if it hadn't been dangerous, Dumbledore wouldn't have kept it.
Percy found Oliver after dinner.
"Where is it?"
"The journal? Dumbledore has it, Percy. He, and I, think it might have a curse on it," Oliver answered. Percy stared at him for a moment, before throwing his arms around him and kissing Oliver passionately on the lips.
"You saved me, Oliver, you saved me, come on. We need to see Dumbledore and I can explain," Percy rattled, grabbing Oliver's hand and pulling him along back to Dumbledore's office. Oliver, still reeling from the kiss of the lifetime, wondered if he might thank this mysterious Tom for finally getting Percy to notice him.