Louanne Delacour

The Night of Halloween

October 31st, 1993 - November 1st, 1993

(This is gonna be a long one so get some popcorn, get settled, and don't leave me)

While Hermione and everybody got caught up on their recent adventures with Harry in the Gryffindor common room, I decided to make my way up to the owlery to write my sister a letter.

The wild birds flew around everywhere. I spotted an Eagle Owl sitting perched in its cage in the back of the room. Don't get me wrong, I love Kit, but sometimes I wish I had an owl of my own to hang out with. A flying animal has always appealed to me.

Making my way over to the intimidating bird, I opened the cage and set it free. Not to my surprise, it swooped around and landed on my outstretched arm.

"He remembers you," Draco said, entering the tower.

"I sure hope so. He was always my favorite. Especially with that cute name of his." I gently pet the bird on its beak.

"Don't bring it up, please. I was only seven. Seven-year-olds can't come up with cool names for pets." He crossed over to where I was standing, stealing the bird away from me.

"Ace is an adorable name, don't you think? It's very tough," I teased, crossing my arms.

"Yeah, it's just so tough," He replied sarcastically, letting a smile cross his face. I rummaged through my bag and found my writing utensils, crossing over to a window ledge to write. Keeping up weekly letters was difficult, but I missed Gabrielle so much and if that was the only thing she asked for, I would try my best...even if I'm horrible at keeping up with them.

"You left us high and dry at Honeydukes earlier. I hope you had fun at least," The blonde said, making his way over to me.

"I did. I went to the Shrieking Shack with a friend." This piqued his interest.

"A friend? Who?"

"Well, Granger, Weasley and Finnigan, but only Finnigan and I went inside," I said, trying to return to my letter before being interrupted again. And this time it wasn't so pleasant.

"Lou, you know I don't like those people. They aren't like us. We're so much better!" He let go of Ace, letting him fly around. I did my best to ignore him. "You don't want to go hanging out with the wrong sort."

"Are you done?" I said, furiously scribbling away. He sighed, frustrated. I turned to face him, "They're my friends, Draco, and if you hadn't noticed, I don't like Crabbe and Goyle either. But you don't hear me complaining to you about them do you? So how about you have your friends and I'll have mine, yeah?" He nodded, almost ashamed but still slightly annoyed. I paused writing my letter.

"Something did happen at the shack though..." I admitted. His head shot back up. "There was a man...with a beard, and we didn't know he was there with us. I couldn't tell who he was. I'm just glad we didn't have to find out." I had promised not to tell this story to Hermione and Ron, so technically I was able to tell Draco. I tell him everything.

His features softened. Neither of us knew what to say after that. It's like saying, "Hey there! I just escaped a potential murderer. How was your day?" We just stood there, looking out at the grounds, birds flying around above our heads.

"Well don't get into too much trouble. You're one of the only good friends I've got." He turned to me and smiled. I leaned against the window, mirroring him. I smiled back. "I should probably leave you to your letter. I know how much you miss her," he said, pointing at the parchment. Then he left, down the long flight of stairs.

With a wave goodbye, I sighed. There was so much I wanted to tell Gabrielle, but I knew my wrist wouldn't forgive me if I put in many details. Once I was done, the letter read: