Chapter 6 – Questions

December 24th 1977, Hogwarts, Tuesday, Greenhouses

Christine's Diary

It was hard to believe, even harder to understand. Tom Riddle! Tom-fucking-soon-to-be-Dark-Lord! Bloody Hell! How could I accept it? My mother had power and yet hid it so well after all those years. She had power and died in front of me, albeit she could have helped it. Did her powers decreased through time? Preposterous – if I am like her my powers have been steadily increasing, not diminishing! Did Riddle or Voldemort took them away from her, transforming her in a helpless Muggle? If so, how did he do it? I had so many questions. I could simply read the damn diary and get on with it, but I just didn't feel like it. I wish Severus were here. Or him. But I guess it's no use, since he found someone and lived happily ever after. I don't know why that annoys me. If someone deserved happiness after all it was Erik.

I decided to hide in the Greenhouses secret spots to write now. For some reason, wherever I go, Albus or a student or teacher manage to show up. And I didn't feel like brooding in Slytherin. I guess I could use a little chat with Salazar – his caustic sense of humour always manages to cheer me up. Maybe he can tell me something about Riddle or maybe not. Salazar's portrait has been away from curious eyes for many years. Even though he likes me he is Mr. Snake number 1, you can never be sure about what he thinks or does.

Tomorrow is Christmas. I feel so alone… it is in times like this that I hate time travelling. It's depressing. Well, actually, the most difficult Christmas for me was definitely the first one I spent in the 19th century. Just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes. Merlin, when did I become such a sentimental schmuck? I miss Meg, and Antoinette, and… Erik. Worst of all… I've been having these… dreams. About him. I am not only a sentimental schmuck but also a pervert! What would my mother say!

Well… about other things: my mom's wand. It is so easier to use. I wonder if I am like her. She hinted that I'm not a witch, in her letter. But I've been a witch for so long! Does that make me some sort of hybrid? Well, maybe – if Muggles can do strange crossovers with plant genes that usually wouldn't combine… why not? I also wonder. If her wand was crafted by her father, then how come did they conserve the core of the wand, a feather from the first Soul Healer. Feather? That points that probably Soul Healers are most likely animagi.

The Marauders have grown rather suspicious of me. Well, it's not difficult to understand why. Lets see:

1) I'm Slytherin.

2) I hang out with Severus Snape.

3) I'm Slytherin.

4) I can sit at the same table than Lucius Malfoy without blowing him up – even if only by obligation (but they don't know that, do they?)

5) I'm Slytherin.

6) I don't need to say passwords to a LOT of portraits in this castle. And one of them just happens to be the Salazar Slytherin.

7) I'm Slytherin.

8) I have not fallen for Sirius Black's charm.

9) I always avoid their pranks. And outwit them with my own. They usually get stuck with mine for a week. Their best time so far: only 2 days with multicoloured hair and slytherin colours.  And!...

10) I'm Slytherin.

Hmm… Yes, I think that explains it all.