Black Soul- George Weasley

The One With The Howler

They arrived to Hogwarts and went to the Great Hall and saw little kids getting sorted.

"This is absurd", muttered Fred and George nodded.

"What?" Astraea asked.

"Why do we have to sit through this every year?" Fred groaned.

"Guys where are Ron and Harry?" asked Astraea.

"Good question", muttered George.

"Hey Percy", Astraea whispered then punched him in the arm when he didn't answer.

"Ouch what the hell", he whispered yelled.

"Where are Ron and Harry?" she asked.

"How would I know?"

"Aren't you the prefect you dumbass? Isn't this your job?"

"I didn't see them on the train, hence not my job", he replied then focused on the sorting. 

"Could they have missed the train?" asked Fred and Astraea shrugged.

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Later, at the dorm, Astraea took out the 'Diary' again and started at it. She didn't want to look like those spoiled brats, but again, she could lock it with a charm and no one would open it. She opened the first page and got a quill then started.

'Hello, my name is Astraea Black and this is dumb. I don't know what to do'

She sighed and was about to close it when the ink disappeared. She sat straight and furrowed her eyebrows.

'Hello Astraea Black, my name is Tom Riddle. I can assist you if you want'

"Assist me?" she whispered then wrote.

'Assist me how?'

'However you want' came the reply

'I thought this was a diary' she wrote

'It is and I will help you with your issues. Advanced diary' he wrote back.

'Did my mother know this?' she asked

'I don't think so. You are the first to write here' he replied. 'How can I help you?'

'How can I know if I can trust you?'

'As you can see the ink disappears so no one can read, if it helps, charm it'

'You misunderstood, I trust to keep this safe, I know how. I just don't know if I can trust YOU'

'Ouch, okay fair enough. How about start getting to know each other then you decide. I have eternity'

Astraea laughed before remembering the other girls asleep.

'Okay, you start' she wrote

'My name is Tom Marvollo Riddle, 16 years old, (at least at the time I was made into a diary), went to Hogwarts, Slytherin, half-blood'

'Wait you were a real boy?'

'Yes'

'What happened to you?'

'I don't know if I can trust you'

She laughed again.

'Fair enough. My name is Astraea Aurora Black, 14 years old, I am in Hogwarts, Gryffindor, pureblood'

'Black? I know the name'

'Depends what year are you stuck in'

'1942'

'Oh I can't help with that, but my guess is pureblood maniacs'

'Perhaps'

'Listen I have to go to bed, classes start tomorrow'

'Will you throw the diary or will we talk again?'

She was about to write when he wrote again.

'I honestly loved talking to you Astraea Black'

She smiled and wrote, 'Loved talking to you too Tom Riddle, guess I won't be throwing it'

'Talk to you tomorrow perhaps?'

'Definitely'

'Night Astraea'

'Night Tom'

She closed the book smiling, her mother did wonders. She fell asleep with no nightmares.

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The next morning, Astraea was seated with the twins when mail arrived.

"Look it's Marama", George pointed.

"Weird", muttered Astraea. "Did we do anything wrong?"

Astraea, Fred and George though for a moment then shrugged. It could be.

She took the letter from Marama's leg, gave her a treat then opened the letter.

'Dear Astraea,

Make sure Harry gets the second letter. 

How have you been? Remus misses you like crazy. He got a job in a brooms store and I barely see him anymore. Maybe it is because of my job, I caught someone torturing Bowtruckles and sent him to Azkaban.

Love you. Be safe, 

Aurora Grey-Black'

She went to give Harry the second letter when she heard a shriek that reminded her of her grandmother's portrait in Grimmauld Place.

"— STEALING THE CAR, I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SURPRISED IF THEY'D EXPELLED YOU, YOU WAIT TILL I GET HOLD OF YOU, I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU STOPPED TO THINK WHAT YOUR FATHER AND I WENT THROUGH WHEN WE SAW IT WAS GONE —"Mrs. Weasley's yells, a hundred times louder than usual, made the plates and spoons rattle on the table, and echoed deafeningly off the stone walls.

People throughout the hall were swiveling around to see who had received the Howler, and Ron sank so low in his chair that only his crimson forehead could be seen.

"— LETTER FROM DUMBLEDORE LAST NIGHT, I THOUGHT YOUR FATHER WOULD DIE OF SHAME, WE DIDN'T BRING YOU UP TO BEHAVE LIKE THIS, YOU AND HARRY COULD BOTH HAVE DIED —"Astraea looked at Harry who shrunk in his seat."— ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED — YOUR FATHER'S FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT AND IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT BACKHOME."

A ringing silence fell. The red envelope, which had dropped from Ron's hand, burst into flames and curled into ashes. Harry and Ron sat stunned, as though a tidal wave had just passed over them. A few people laughed and, gradually, a babble of talk broke out again.

Hermione closed Voyages with Vampires and looked down at the top of Ron's head."Well, I don't know what you expected, Ron, but you —"

"Don't tell me I deserved it," snapped Ron.Harry pushed his porridge away. His insides were burning with guilt. Mr. Weasley was facing an inquiry at work. After all Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had done for him over the summer . . .

"Harry", Astraea started.

"Don't", he said

"I just want to give you this", she handed him the letter from her mother. "My mother sent this to you, but I guess we know what will she say"

Harry groaned.

"At least not a howler", she smiled and Harry glared.

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