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Chapter #6

"Mary Frie has been attacked last night, and so has Daniel Krin this morning. This is scary, isn't it? I mean, anyone of us could be next," Ruth whispered to me. We sat in the Great Hall eating breakfast.

"But we're not Muggle-borns, Ruth. We have nothing to worry about," her twin, Robert, interjected.

"Sometimes I wonder if the sorting hat placed you in Hufflepuff simply because we're twins," Ruth gave an odd look to her brother.

"Anyhow," I gave a pointed look to Ruth and Robert, "it is scary. People are being severely injured. What if the next person dies?" I pointed out.

"Way to dampen the mood, Evelyn," Robert commented in a dry tone.

…

"Myrtle," I called to a younger Ravenclaw girl a little ways ahead of me in the corridor.

People gave me strange looks. They always did that. Myrtle is always bullied and doesn't have any real friends. I find it cruel how her peers treat her which is all the more reason I act as a friend towards her.

Myrtle looked back, waiting up for me.

"Good morning, Evelyn," Myrtle mumbled.

"Good morning, Myrtle. How's your morning been so far?" I asked, already having an idea of what to expect.

"Better than usual I'm afraid."

"Why would that be bad?"

"It just means that someone is probably planning something especially mean."

I nodded. "I really wonder about the people you're around. The students I'm around are all exceptionally lovely people."

"That's just because you're beautiful and smart and kind so everyone likes you. I'm a freak who can't make any friends," Myrtle said pessimistically.

"That's not true, Myrtle, I'm your friend. And I just said that all the people I'm around are exceptionally lovely. That includes you," I smiled kindly, trying to cheer Myrtle up a bit.

"You're just being a Hufflepuff," Myrtle grumbled.

I smiled, knowing that Myrtle was merely embarrassed. "Here, let me fix your hair," I offered, stopping Myrtle and redoing her pigtails.

"Thank you, Evelyn."

"There's no need to thank me, Myrtle. Friends are supposed to do these kinds of things."

…

I walked into the girls' lavatory on the first floor. I turned and gasped.

"Myrtle! Myrtle, are you okay? Myrtle," I shook the poor girl, looking at her trying to figure out if she was alright or not. I checked her pulse but felt nothing.

I then ran out to find help only to find Olive Hornby about to enter the lavatory.

"Hornby, can you fetch a professor? Myrtle's on the lavatory floor and she needs medical attention as soon as possible," I explained in a rush.

Olive nodded, running off. I went back in to keep Myrtle company. Waiting for Olive and a Professor was torture, it felt as if I waited for hours when really it couldn't have been no longer than ten minutes.

"She's in there," Olive came in with Professor Dippet several minutes later.

It was all so horrible. Myrtle was dead! I cried as they put her on a stretcher and took her away. I may not have been very close with Myrtle, but I cared for her very much and I was very fond of her. I couldn't even properly register that Myrtle would be gone forever. Earlier that day, I'd been fixing her hair. Now this.

Extra: Chapter 6.5 - Third Person

Evelyn Gnarle sat alone at a secluded table at the back of the Hogwarts library. She sat hunched over, her head resting on her arms. She wept and wept, thinking back to all the times she'd spent with her Ravenclaw friend who'd died earlier that day.

She was too busy sobbing her eyes out to notice Tom Riddle watching her from afar from behind the bookshelves.

'You deserve this, Evelyn. How could you let some barbarian do that to you?' Tom thought angrily to himself. Evelyn deserved all the anguish she was feeling. She not only had intercourse with another guy, but she'd also let him impregnate her. Whoever did that to his Evelyn defiled her. And Tom had sworn vengeance.

Tom was envious of this mysterious love interest of Evelyn that wasn't him, not knowing that that guy was in fact himself.