She never slows down
She doesn't know why but
she knows that when
She's all alone feels
Like it's all coming down
She won't turn around
The shadows are long
And she fears if she cries
That first tear
The tears will not stop
Raining down
So stand in the rain
Stand your ground
Stand up when it's all crashing down
You stand through the pain
You won't drown
And one day what's lost can be found
You stand in the rain
She won't make a sound
Alone in this fight with herself
And the fears whispering
If she stands, she'll fall down
She wants to be found but
The only way out is through
everything she's running from
Wants to give up and lie down
Chapter III
I was sitting at the Slytherin table, humming merrily, eating my breakfast. Winona sat next to me, and the twins sat across. After a few minutes, a grumpy Eileen stalked in, death glaring anybody who dared look at her.
"E-Eileen?" Winona asked timidly, "Are you-"
"My god," Eileen exploded her voice shrill and angry, "Malfoy is the biggest git I have ever met."
"What happened?" Tara Lee asked, rolling her eyes then she whispered softly to me "This happens all the time, sometimes Eileen is in a more killer mood then others,"
Eileen glared at Tara Lee, but sighed in defeat.
"I caught him snogging some Ravenclaw," Eileen said, and angry tears fell down Eileen's face.
"What'd you do?" Evelyne asked worriedly, Eileen smiled ruefully.
"To Alec Malfoy surprisingly nothing, to the Ravenclaw girl… everything," Eileen said, a simple yet sadistic smile covering her face.
"Her names Katya," Evelyne sniffed, "Filthy Russian,"
"Something wrong with foreign people?" Ginny asked coolly.
"When they're of mudblood status like Katya, yes!" Tara Lee said, surprise on her face.
"But pure bloods all over the world are okay with us. Russian, American, Romania, as long as they have pure blood, they're good," Winona said sweetly.
"The Wistlet family is not as well known as the Yaxley family or the Malfoy family," Tara Lee sniffed, "But we are purebloods all the same,"
"Come to think of it," Eileen said, "I don't think I've heard of the Hale family,"
I knew where this was going. Instantly I shot up, my face growing hard and cold.
"How dare you think that of me," I hissed, a few Slytherins looked up in surprise at my outburst.
"I am not some filthy mud blood nor am I a magic stealer," I said venom in every word. Eileen nodded curtly, and still keeping my angry façade, I stalked off.
"She's definitely a pure blood," I heard Evelyne whisper, and Eileen muttered a dark yet slightly remorseful "yes," in response.
Amused at how easily I tricked my friends, I walked outside. After a few minutes, I grew bored, and decided to take a look at my schedule for Mondays, then on Tuesdays, then on Wednesdays. Surprised, I found that the classes were all the same. I guess they didn't have different classes' everyday. Well, at least not yet, I read my schedule.
6-8 Breakfasts; Come when it best seems fit
8-9 Potions; Gryffindor
9-10 Herbology; Ravenclaw
10-11 Defense Against the Dark Arts; Gryffindor
11-12 Lunch; during this period you may eat, study, finish/start homework, or stay in your common room
12-1Charms; Hufflepuf
1-2 Care of Magical Creatures; Ravenclaw
2-3 Transfiguration; Gryffindor
3-4 History of Magic; Ravenclaw
Free; here is the time in which you may enjoy yourself by doing what you wish; as long as you do not break any of the School Rules
5-7 Dinner; Come when it best seems fit
Whoa I thought, the school seemed pretty laid back. I then found my self standing next to the Black Lake. Glaring at it, I turned on my heels and marched away.
I felt a soft bump on my shoulder, and turned to Him. Glaring, I faced him squarely. I was a good deal shorter then him my height no more then 5 feet 4, but I stood proud.
"Don't you know any manors Riddle?" I asked, my eyes narrowed and annoyed.
"Don't you know how to respect your peers?" Riddle said coolly, I raised an eyebrow.
"Respect…my peers?" I whispered dangerously, "Nobody with lower blood statues is my peer…half blood,"
Riddle stared at me; a flash of emotion I had never seen on his face appeared for a few seconds and left. I smiled coolly at him, glaring Riddle produced his wand. People started clustering around, watching, both fearful and interested.
"What are you going to do Tom?" I asked my voice sound slightly hysterical to my ears. Tom glared at me.
"Are you going to jinx me until I go crazy, or are you going to kill me?" I asked cruelty and pain etched together in my words. Tom said nothing, but continued to glare.
"You aren't going to do anything," I said finally. Tom's eyes flashed in momentary surprise.
"Why not?" Tom asked.
"I've looked at death right in the face, Riddle. I've stared at death, eye to eye. I know when I see death, Riddle. And I'm not looking at him now," I said, allowing my words to fill Tom. A few people gasped at my dark and harsh words. I ignored them.
With one last glare, I whisked away, leaving Riddle alone in the clearing confused and surprised as ever.
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The rest of the week went past with nothing notably interesting to report. Of course the whispers, the pointing, and the gossip I had to get to use too. Everyone assumed that Riddle had found his match in a short fiery red haired girl who belonged in his own house.
"Ugh," I sighed in disgust, always people talking about me. Now I knew why Harry always hated the fame. I sighed again.
Might as well just go to Defense Against the Dark Arts, nothing better to do, I thought. DADA was so easy; it bored me to no end. I remember I once found this class exiting and entertaining, but now all I find is boredom and stuff I've mastered ages ago.
"Ah, Miss Hale! Welcome to class," Professor Sophronia smiled warmly at me. I had become her favorite student, with my outstanding grades and perfect performances.
"Thank you ma'am," I said curtly, and Professor Sophronia beamed. I took my assigned seat, right at the front, right next to him. Professor Sophronia's other favorite student.
The bells rang, and students poured into the classroom. I knew Tom would be late; he always took advantage of being a teacher's pet.
"Today class, we shall be learning about bogarts. Mr. Jenks, 10 points from Gryffindor, do stop that chatting," Professor Sophronia purred, a burly black haired boy glared at Professor Sophronia, but none the less ceased his chatter. Professor Sophronia was the headmistress of her beloved house; Slytherins and she dearly adored proving her love to Slytherin.
"Now who can tell me why a Bogart can be so dangerous," Professor Sophronia asked sweetly. I almost gagged, she reminded me so badly of a younger and more beautiful yet just as deadly version of Professor Umbrige.
"Miss Hale?" Professor Sophronia asked smiling.
"A Bogart takes the shape of the thing you fear the most, and sometimes you can't tell if it's true or not," I said softly, dreading where this class would end. Professor Sophronia beamed.
"Excellent, twenty points for Slytherin, now who can tell me the spell to repell a Bogart?" Professor Sophronia asked her gaze still on my face. I sighed quietly.
"Ridikulus," I said, and Tom slid into the seat next to me.
"Excellent," Professor Sophronia beamed, and she awarded me with another twenty points. I smirked at Tom, who merely rolled his eyes.
"I have found a Bogart and it resides in this box, after a few minutes of practice, we shall begin with the Bogart," Professor Sophronia said.
I learned this in third year, I thought with a bemused expression, but I am worried of what the Bogart will produce for me.
"Line up," Professor Sophronia's voice rang out, after a few minutes of frantic practice.
I was near the front, Tom right next to me, and for the first time I saw worry on Tom's face.
"A-Are you okay?" I asked softly, Tom looked at me, surprise in his eyes.
"What does it matter to you, Hale?" Tom asked coldly.
"Just because you hate me, doesn't mean I hate you," I said, and with that I turned to face the Bogart.
Crack
It was Harry and Voldemort, dealing each other. Tears welled up in my eyes, damn tears, always betrayed me. Thus my worst fear was shown to the class. My worst fear being Harry and Voldemort locked in a cruel and dirt battle, while I reside on the sidelines, helpless and pathetic.
"Oi, Potter, that Hale girl is afraid of you fighting some ugly monster," The boy who had lost points early jeered at me. The Potter boy, William, I had learned was his name looked up a surprised expression clear on his face.
"No Jenks, that ain't me," William or Will said, his eyes on the almost mirror image of himself.
I said nothing, and for the first time I couldn't move. My eyes not leaving the Bogart, and I felt tears begin to well up, then flow freely down my cheeks.
"Will, that's you," Jenks said coldly.
"No Jenks, it's not. That boy has green eyes, appose to my hazel ones, and our faces are somewhat different," Will said, ignoring the whispers.
"Harry," The Bogart Voldemort hissed, "Avada Kadavra,"
The Bogart Harry crumpled to the floor, and The Bogart Voldemort laughed a high pitched and cold laugh.
"G-Ginny," The Bogart Harry rasped, and then feel silent. I ran towards the Bogart Harry, nothing in my mind but the dying Harry.
"H-Harry…don't leave me," I whispered, tears racing down my cheeks, and my arms around the Bogart.
I felt arms pulling at me, and numbly I allowed the hands to free from Harry.
"Hale,"
It was Tom, what was he doing? I flung myself into his arms, weeping heavily and deeply. Tom awkwardly held me up, and after a few minutes I regained my poseur.
"I don't hate you," Tom spoke softly, and with that he left the classroom. I stood their stunned, wondering what had just left Tom's mouth, when I realized someone was standing in front of me.
"Hey girlie," It was Will's voice. I looked up.
"Yes?" I asked, surprised eminent in my tone.
"You alright there girlie?" Will asked concern in his hazel eyes. A few girls tossed me looks of deep loathing, but none the less stalked off.
"…Yeah, I think so…" I said allowing my voice to trail off.
"Sorry bout Jenks, he can be a bit of a bastard," Will said snickering lightly.
"I…suppose," I said awkwardly.
"Well, I guess I'll see you 'round girlie," Will said and with a wink and a nod he was gone. As I too swept out of the room, I noticed Tom's black eyes staring at me, confusion and wonder with slight fear eminent in those dark black eyes that haunted me so much.
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