The Tribrid Slytherin (Draco Malfoy)

Another

One moment I was blinking, trying to clear my vision and wash away the shadow of a person who approached me; running. Trying to cast away whatever allusion my mind was trying to manifest as if it weren't there; if he weren't there.

But he was.

Cedric Diggory crashed into my chest and wrapped his arms around me like a vice. He smelled of sweat, book bindings, and honey. I couldn't describe it. But the feeling of him was so familiar. Maybe it was the empty void where Hogwarts and those who attend said school should currently be taking over, but are void. He filled the vacant hole by the smallest amount. Warming my heart for roughly twenty-two seconds before he pushed away, far enough to see my face clearly.

"Merlin's left bloody tit Pure. I can't believe you're here. This doesn't feel real." He laughed through the wide grin etched across his sharp features.

"Snape!" I exclaimed suddenly. He opened his mouth but stopped before any words could come out. He scoffed, "Snape? Really? You haven't seen me since June and you think of that greasy old snake?"

I rolled my eyes, "No no. The night you were taken away, I overheard Snape and Caroline talking about taking you somewhere. Of course, at the time, I didn't know who Caroline was-

"You mean Mrs. Forbes?" He ran a hand through his ruffled hair. "She reminds me of McGonagall. Really strict that one."

"Interesting. This whole place is certainly—interesting." I cast glares across the well-cut field and wooden mansion.

He crosses his arms, "don't get judgmental, it's quite nice here. Don't get me wrong, it's no Hogwarts, but it's something."

I rub my upper arm, "You're right, I'm sorry. I guess I'm just bitter. Dad took me here and I have a feeling he's trying to get me to enroll." I drawl.

"Wait no way, your dad's here? He's like a fucking demon to the students at this school. Everyone knows about the great terrifying Klaus Mikaelson." He chuckled, mocking a movie-like vampire and earning a laugh from me.

"He wanted me to meet someone apparently. I thought it was just going to be Caro- Mrs. Forbes at first, but I don't think he would drag me all the way from New Orleans to meet his ex-lover."

"Wait." He arched an eyebrow. "Your dad...and Mrs. Forbes..."

I nodded my head with pursed lips, "Mhm."

The other brow shot up, reaching the other at his hairline. "Damn, I mean I expected your dad to be a scandalous bint, but Forbes? She's so uptight I couldn't see that happening." We both shook our heads at the thought.

"Well common then Pure, let me show you around a bit," he flashed me his pearly-white grin and slung an arm around my shoulder. I brushed the arm off and wiped my shoulder to avoid leaving a stench. "Try not to stink up my cardigan, Hufflepuff."

He ignored my comment. "Did you know, they use these things called pens here? It's like a quill but with reusable ink! I'll have to show you one they're bloody brilliant if you ask me."

***

I study an old brown book, flipping through the pages of well-written penmanship. It seemed to be a diary. The pages were filled with mature sentiment towards concepts and fond memories. Although some not-so-fond memories held their place in the pages. I put the journal back in its place and pulled an identical diary, but with a more modern binding. On the shelf holding these diaries was a small plaque.

The Diaries of Stefan Salvatore.

Interesting. The man my father mentioned to me as a child must be a saint to these people. Undoubtedly why they named this school after him.