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Harry and Hermione waited inside the kitchen as the doctor examined the body. The room reeked with the horrible stench of the dead body, lying lifeless in front of them. Harry looked over to see the man who had died. He had sleek black hair and large, electric blue eyes. He didn't have any cuts, nor any kind of bruises, showing that he must have died by the hands of a wizard.

"Well.", the doctor wheezed. He had warm, chocolate brown eyes, and white hair, owing to his age." There aren't any cuts or bruises on the body. And the the body seems unusually fresh. He must've died less than an hour ago."

"Thank you for your help sir.", Hermione said as he started walking towards the door.

" Just give me a ring if you need anything.", he said before heading outside and shutting the door behind him. And Harry and Hermione were left all alone with the dead body. Hermione kneeled over the body and began to examine it herself, while Harry looked around searching for things. Things that could have toppled over. Been broken or smashed when the murder happened.

"Harry, look."

Harry walked over to the body to see what Hermione had to show him. And then he saw it, on the the man's arm.

It was the dark mark.

The dark mark. That means that this man was a death eater. Hermione called someone over to take the body back for further examination.

"Harry, we should get some sleep for now. We can look at the body tomorrow."

Harry gave a her grim nod , before he apparated back home.

When he reached home, he was back in the kitchen, and he saw Ginny there, waiting for him. She took his coat for him.

"How did it go?", she asked.

"It was went well enough.", he replied. He then sat down at the table.

It was a painfully quiet dinner. After which Harry stood up and went to his room, while Ginny went to wash the dishes.

He closed the door softly, and flopped onto his bed, exhausted. The man who had died was a death eater. Once Voldemort died, most of the death eaters started to lead normal lives, while others had disappeared, and still haven't been found. Now there was someone who had killed a death eater, were the other victims death eaters as well?

He stood up again and started to pace, trying to clear his mind. He remembered about the diary. He immediately went over to the dresser and took the book out. He sat on the bed again and began to read.

November 1st 1976

...

Status: Fatigued

Time:7:50

November has begun and the whole school is worked up. Why?

It's the beginning of the Quidditch tryouts. To me, this wasn't new. This happened every year. The Quidditch pitch is always filled, people riding their brooms at full speed, while the team captains attentively watch them, calculating which one would be in, and which ones would be left behind.

But this isn't good news for me. I've never been a big fan of sports, especially Quidditch. The whole sport was confusing and pointless. And with one friend who is a Quidditch player, and another friend who is a hardcore Quidditch fan, it's hard to get by. It was going to even harder this year. The reason, Potter. He was the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and it looked like he was set on winning the cup.

I took my seat in the divination classroom, it was the last class of the day. I used to always sit next to the window. So that I can at least enjoy the view (I know very well that I'm not going to start liking divination any time soon).It was raining, but I could see the Quidditch pitch, once again packed with people flying on their brooms. I notice the colors, red and gold. That means that it was the Gryffindor team down training down there. I bet Emmie and Alice would be down there. Alice would be on the bleaches, screaming her lungs off, and Emmie would be flying full speed. It was obvious that Emmie was in the team, she's been there every year. I watch the distant figures fly here and there, until I hear the bell ring, after which I make my way towards the Great hall. On my way, I look at the Quidditch pitch again, it looked like no one was there. The sky was dark, and the full moon was out. I suddenly hear the sounds of footsteps. I almost jump, startled. I turn around to see who it was. And to my relief it was just Emmie. She was soaking wet. She came trudging towards me, holding her broom while cursing and grumbling.

"Are you okay Emmie?"

"Yes.", she grumbled. "I'm just fine"

"She's just upset.", a husky smooth voice said from behind her. He came walking behind her, also soaking wet. It was Tristan Coulson. "Potter was merciless with the lot of us."

"Ah..", I say. Finally understanding the problem. It was only natural for him to act that way, being the Quidditch captain and all.

"Speaking of Potter, where is he? We still have to do our daily patrols.", I ask Tristan. He had sea blue eyes, and brown hair.

"Oh, he's still at the Quidditch pitch. He told us all to go without him."

"I see. If you see him, tell him to not be late for patrols, ok?"

"Sure."

He and Emmie then walk past me, on their way to the Great Hall as well.

...

Status: Bothered

Time: 10:45 p.m.

The patrols are over and Potter is still nowhere to be found. I had looked everywhere, in the kitchens, the classrooms, and even the trophy room. There was only one place that I hadn't looked yet.

The Quidditch pitch.

My foot made a disgusting squelch sound as I stepped onto the wet, mushy ground. I stalked towards the Quidditch pitch. Absolutely furious with Potter. He could have at least told me where he would be.

But when I reach the Quidditch pitch I couldn't see anyone. Its was so quiet, I could only hear the crickets chirping. I look to the right into the forbidden forest. It seemed as if though something was watching me. I take an uncertain step forward. My breathing became uneven as i another step forward. And then something jumped out.

It was a stag.

I sigh with relief. It was just looked at me, somewhat intrigued. I stare at it suspiciously, nothing good comes out of the forbidden forest. As i was contemplating whether to go back or stay here, the stag moved forward. It came towards me. It was huge. It was approximately my height. I didn't know what to do, should I run?

But then it nuzzled me.

It actually nuzzled me. all of my fear evaporated and I smile. I begin to pat it's head. He seemed pleased with the gesture.

Suddenly, a huge howl of agony comes from nowhere. The stag turns around clearly afraid. It looks back at me for a moment with it's big hazel eyes, they looked almost apologetic. He turned around and ran back into the forest at full speed. While I was left there, confused.

I go back to my room, worried. Questions rush into my head. Where was Potter? Why hasn't he come back yet? When will he come back? What could he be doing at the moment? Why am I even worried about him in the first place?

I fell asleep with these thoughts still in my head.

...

November 2nd 1976

Status:Befuddled

Time: 6:30 p.m.

I go downstairs to breakfast, to see Potter sitting with Remus and the others, looking all normal and well. I was confused. Where had he gone yesterday? When did he come back? After I had come back, or was it before that?

I finish up with my breakfast and head onwards to Care of Magical Creatures. As I'm trying to not get my robes dirty, I see Mary McDonald running up to me. She stopped in front of me gasping for breath.

"What happened, is everything OK?"

"Oh, everything is wonderful! We all have a free period now. The professor says that he has some urgent business regarding a runoff hippogriff."

I immediately brighten up. Free periods are always good news.

"So, how about we go and watch the Gryffindor tryouts."

Hmm, why not?

I begin walking with her as we make our way to the Quidditch pitch.

"Tryouts? I thought they got over yesterday."

"Oh no, that was just the warm-up. Potter has set the actual date for the tryouts to be today."

"Why would he have two different dates for tryouts and warmups?"

"Beats me. He's so serious about winning the cup this year."

I watch all the players flying on their brooms (for the millionth time). I go over to the bleaches and I see Alice, and she sees me. She waves to me. "Hi Lily!"

I wave back at her and go sit beside her. And Mary sits beside me.

"What's happened until now?", I ask her.

" Nothing great, just people doing 100 push ups, 300 crutches and 200 squats nonstop. "

"God do they have to do that much just for warm-up? I've heard that Potter was merciless but never this much."

"You should see him when the actual practice starts, he's ruthless."

I look at Potter. He was totally focused on his clipboard. I've never seen him like this.

"Vance, your momentum's slow. Pick up the pace!", he shouted over to Emmie.

I catch a glance of her from the distance. She was dripping with sweat. She mumbles something as she rides her broom even faster holding a beaters bat in a hand.

" Poor thing.", I whisper..

"Yes, her condition is rather horrible isn't it ? Filthy Half-blood." I turn around to see Bellatrix Black, smirking.

"What do you want Black?"

"What's going on here?", A voice comes from behind her. I angle my head to see Sirius and Peter, standing there.

The moment she sees her cousin she scowls. "Blood traitor.", she hisses.

"Psychotic bitch.", he spat.

"Honestly Sirius, what are you doing? You know where you truly belong. Why are you siding with this filthy mudblood? Is it because she's Potter's girl? Bloody hell, she's made him miserable these past two years!"

Potter's girl? Made his life miserable?

"It's better than what you did!", he roared. Everyone turns towards us, including Potter.

Peter, takes a step back out of fear.

Bellatrix pulls out her wand, and so does Sirius.

"I think we should get out of here.", Alice mutters. I give her a slow nod. If two Blacks are going to have duel, I don't want to be anywhere near the area.

They both begin to cast their spells

"Stu-", they began in unison.

"WHAT IS GOING ON OVER HERE?!"

I (or else, everyone) swivels around. It was McGonagall. "Both of the Blacks, DETENTION!"

"Oh great, now look at what you've gotten us into.", Sirius mutters.

"This isn't my fault!"

She guides them, away from the Quidditch pitch. Just before she takes them out of the Quidditch pitch she turns around.

"Everyone else carries on."

So that's what everyone did.

"What's is going on here."

...

Status: Allayed

Time:10:00 p.m.

I put my quill down at the table. I've finally done it. I've finished my last essay of the day. I look at my watch. It was time for mine and Potter's patrol. I put on my robes and climb down the stairs. I see Potter, waiting for me.

"Took you long enough.", he said. As if though he didn't disappear just yesterday.

"Well, sorry to be at your inconvenience. ", I muttered back.

He laughed, " Come on we should go."

We went on our way through our normal route. As we near a broom closet, I near rough grunts.

Just typical.

But before I could go ahead and open the door, Potter steps in front of it and kicks it open. The snogging couple inside stared at us their eyes widening, they looked absolutely terrified.

Well, I guess that's what you call a dramatic entrance. Sheesh. I look at the crests on their robes (They hadn't even bothered to change, wow), two fourth years in Hufflepuff.

We take down their names after which they head back to their dormitory.

I looked outside, at the Quidditch pitch again.

"Do you like Quidditch?"

I laugh and shake my head," No, I don't."

"Why not?"

"It's too confusing."

"What's so confusing about Quidditch?"

"Everything."

"There is nothing so confusing about Quidditch Evans. You don't even play Quidditch.",

"I've watched enough games to decide."

"Evans!" He is clearly offended. He gives out an exasperated sigh and takes hold of my wrist.

"Come on."

"Wait! What are you doing?", I shout.

"I'm going to teach you how to ride a broom."

"But our head duties!"

"Come on, it'll be fun."

"But what if we're caught?", I wisphered.

"I'll think of something. "

Oh yeah, that's reassuring. He takes me outside and guides me to the Quidditch pitch. I hear a disgusting squelch as my feet hit the the ground.

"Ugh. Potter, let me go!"

He ignores me and still drags me off in the direction of the Quidditch pitch.

When we're at the Quidditch pitch. He lets go of my wrist and says," Wait here."

He runs off. I couldn't see where he was running. It was foggy and the ground was still damp from all the rain.

It was a few minutes before he came back. He was carrying two brooms.

He held one out to me.

"Take one."

"But I don't know how to fly."

"I'll teach you."

I extend my hand to slowly take the broom, and I climbed onto it. I felt like a dumb first year, starting her first flying lesson.

"All right, now push off the ground gently."

I obeyed. And once I did so the broom shot up into the air. I yelped. The broom came to a slow stop, and I was hovering in the air. My hands tighten on the broom. I look down to try and see Potter, not knowing what to do next, but he was nowhere to be seen. Please don't tell me that he ditched me. I still don't know how to get down. If he doesn't come back then I'll be stuck here, left to die from the sheer cold. I don't want to die that way.

I suddenly hear a voice behind me. It said, "Hold my hand."

I nearly fell off my broom trying to turn around. It was just Potter.

His hand was in front of me, so I took it. He helped me glide back down. My feet touched the ground again. I was flooded with gratefulness. I was about to get down when he stopped me.

"Wait."

He got off his broom, after which he approached me and started to board my broom behind me. He puts his hands on mine.

"Potter! What are you doing?"

"Showing you how it really is to ride a broom."

"But I don't want to kn-" I screamed when he gives a hard kick to the ground and sends us flying.

"Potter, let me down now!"

He laughed. "No. Come on Lily just for a while."

I didn't answer. Or more like, I couldn't. Why? Cause he started to fly at full speed. The wind blew in my face and hair and I couldn't breathe. I gripped the broom even harder under his hands.

I heard his voice over the roaring wind. "Don't hold it so hard. Be gentle."

My hands eased themselves. Something about his voice made me relaxed. I was able to take more relaxed breaths now. Plus, this flying thing, it was quite fun. That was something that I hadn't expected. I've always thought it would be scary.

But then he always knows how to prove me wrong. And it really did get scary. He went even faster (how, I have no idea). What he did after that was even worse.

He dipped.

I closed my eyes shut. The only thing I could hear was the roaring wind in my ears and his laughter.

"Don't close your eyes! This is the best part!", he shouted.

I opened them. It's like we were falling towards the ground, and just before we made impact, he turned.

We went to the side. But this wasn't like all those fast forward moments. He went much slower. This was so much more pleasant. He became slower, and slower, until we finally stopped.

He got off first. After which he then helped me get off. My legs were like jelly. I had to clinge on him cause if didn't I might've fallen.

" Please don't let go. I think I'll fall."

He chuckled. "Sorry if it scared you. You'll get used to it eventually"

I shook my head. "Well, it wasn't that scary as I thought it would be." I was finally able to let go of him and stand on my own.

"I bet this was much better than your first flying class.", he snickers.

I blush beetroot red as the memory comes back. During our first flying class, when I had tried to kick off the broom headed straight for Professor McGonagall's office. It didn't listen to me when I had tried to stop it, and I had crashed into her office through the window. I had to spend a whole month in the infirmary for that.

Plop.

I felt the drop of water on my head. The number of drops began to escalate. From one to five and more. Before I knew it, it had started to rain.

"Oh great.", Potter mutters, as he conjures an umbrella, big enough for two people to stand under it.

"Come on, we should be going back."

"But what about the brooms?"

"Don't worry, someone will be sure to put them back tomorrow." (Hmm.. Good point).

We started to walk back under the umbrella. When we finally got inside the castle. He put the umbrella to the side. I watched the rain. How it totally drenched the ground, making it wet and muddy. I smiled. No matter how many people hated rain, I've always loved it. Although I've never really known why. As we made our way quietly through the twisting corridors of the castle, the discussions began.

"How did the tryouts go?"

"They went well enough. But I still need a seeker."

He sighed, " I don't think I'll have enough time to find one. Is it ok if I skip duty tomorrow?"

I stopped in my track. "What?"

"Please! I could hold another tryout at that time. Could you cover for me just this once?"

"But-"

"It'll be just one night. Please?" He gave me a desperate look.

I sighed, "Fine. But only one night."

He nodded eagerly. And we started to walk again.

"Speaking of Quidditch tryouts, what happened today? With Bellatrix and Sirius", he asked.

" Oh that. It was nothing." I lightly shook my head.

"It was just Bellatrix being Bellatrix. And somewhere in the process, I flipped out.

He gave a silent nod, and we had reached the door of our common room. We said the password and went inside.

I sat on the couch, while Potter sat down right beside me. He stared into the flames in the fireplace.I looked at the ceiling and thought about what Sirius said at the Quidditch pitch.

It's better than what you did!

What was that all about? What did Bellatrix do to Potter? Could I ask him now? No.. If it made Sirius that made just thinking about it then what about Potter?

I gave a big yawn. I was tired from the patrol. So tired to even go to my room and sleep.

I slowly closed my eyes and gave in to the darkness.

Harry closed the book and tucked it under his pillow as he himself fell into a dreamless sleep.