Burning Roses

15|Black quill

●DALAYZA●

No, no, no-wait....

Oh my god, I found it! Yes, the language Tom has been using is Latin! I let out a squeal that quickly turns into a series of horrible coughs. People in the library turn my way, their eyes narrowed and their faces in scowls. I bring my hand to my neck, running it along the red line that was left from Tom's hands. I haven't talked to him at all since that night, I was too busy figuring out this book and reading the books I bought in that shop. The books full of revenge. But those books can wait, I need to see what this diary reads. I know a few words in Latin, my father made me learn it when I was a toddler. My teacher quickly quit though, because I wouldn't stop eating the paper and putting slobber all over the books. There are a few words in english.

"Camera secretorum." I whisper. Secretorum is secret, dosen't take a genius to find that out. 

"Angius." That's snake.

"Heredis." .....heir? Wait- There's a list. A list of names. 

"Jack Hellen, Myrtle Warren, Kit Smith, Ethan Jackson, Lucielle Williams......Dalayza Ariti." Why am I on this list? What do we have in common? There's 3 other girls and 2 boys. Jack Hellen? Is that the boy that me, Luis, and Rowen beat up? Well I'm not a Ravenclaw and I know Jackson and William's are gryffindor's. So what do we have in common? We don't look the same, we don't come from the same family.....wait. Hellen, Warren, Smith, Jackson, William's. Those are all common mudblood last names. But I'm not a mudblood-what is this list? 

"Dalayza?" 

"Sweet Salazar! You scared the shit out of me Adrian!" I jump, holding my hand up to my chest, panting. 

"Sorry." He puts his hands up in defense, then peeking behind me. I close the book shut upside down, not letting him see who the diary belongs to. 

"Uh-how are you doing today?" He asks, his hand behind his back. I raise an eyebrow. 

"Alright what do you want?" I ask impatiently, gathering my things. 

"What?"

"No one gives a shit about you unless there's something in it for them. So what do you want?" I ask sternly, my hands on my hips. 

"Well, I have this date with a cute girl, but I have homework due. So-"

"So you want me to do it for you?" I cut him off. He snaps his eyes up.

"Ya, will you?" 

"No." I turn around starting to walk away. He quickly jogs up to me. 

"Please! I really need this!" He begs. He looks like he's about to drop on his knees and pray. 

"No." I repeat with a smirk. He groans and runs a hand through his hair, making it messy. 

"You're heartless!" He says sarcastically, putting a hand to his chest. I roll my eyes. 

"I may be heartless, but your naive!" I call back, running down the hallway and into the common room. I say the password, walking into the room. The first thing I notice is Sierra and Rowen snogging in the corner of the room. I roll my eyes, they could've atleast gotten a private room. The second thing I see is Tom walking up to me, his eyes still filled with the same emotion as I last saw them. I start to turn the other way, trying to escape but Tom's hand stops me. 

"Ariti, it appears that I'm missing something of mine." He starts, his gaze traveling up and down my body, stopping at my bag. 

"Is that so?" I mock, staring at him just makes the pain come back. I swallow hard. 

"It's a journal of mine, black with my name on the front." He describes. "You wouldn't know where it is, would you?" He leans down closer to me, his hot breath on my face. I stare right into his black eyes. They're stone cold, no secrets are spilling out. All I see is pure hatred. 

"No." I reply, staring straight at him. I can't back down, I can't- Tom grabs my shoulders, smashing me into the wall behind me. I let out a pained groan before feeling my chin be tugged up. Tom holds my face in his cold hands, making me stare at him. I struggle underneath him, and his jaw clenches. 

"I swear to Salazar if I find that you have it.....I will kill you." He whispers into my ear. My heart beat speeds up, I let out a low whimper. I try to leave, but he dosen't let go. 

"Do you understand?" He spits, gripping onto my chin harder. 

"Yes, my Lord." I plead, and he let's go. I grab my bag that fell out of my hand, sprinting into my dorm. Where to hide, where to hide? I steal a glance at my bed. No, that's where I found it in his room. Closet? Sierra would find it. Somewhere where only I would know.....my suitcase! My suitcase is big with a charm on it that makes it never end! I take it out of my closet, take one last look at the book and shove it in under my clothes. I then lock it up, throwing it back into the closet. I sit down on my desk lazily, running a hand through my hair and clicking my tounge against the roof of my mouth. What was the list for? The only thing that we have in common is that we all attend Hogwarts. There's nothing-

"I swear to Salazar if I find that you have it......I will kill you." Tom's deep voice echoes through my head. Is that...his kill list? No, no it can't. But- Tom is a monster, he could be a killer too. And if I'm correct, he'll want to kill me either way. 

"Shit." I mutter under my breath, how will I stop him? The kiss. The kiss at Madame Puddifoot's. It changed his whole demeanor. Tom is trying to kill me, because he can't handle his feelings. I need to make him fall harder. If he falls harder, I'll be safe. Atleast for a while.