The Cursed Soul

Chapter 29

ÍROAS

It hasn't been long since we arrived at the bathroom when we discovered the reason why Hermione didn't come with us in the first place. Apparently, the potion is for humans only, the same goes apply to one who they'd become. But unfortunately for 'Mione, it's the one she failed to acquire. Mixing the hair of the cat into the potion, making her grow a thick, dark brown fur all over her body, and a huge tail that stood high aligned below his head, making her look like a mutated cat in the stature of a human.

Days slipped away, Hermione had gone fully restored to her original state. But still with a sign of distress because of her stupidity, as she called it. It was past christmas break, and students started to walk into the castle hall with sorts of different products I believed are what they received as gifts. Some wore new school robes. Some walk confidently through the hallways with their alluring perfume, which were brand new, as I've overheard one say. And some showing their branded new bags to their friends. All in glee, wearing a huge grin on their faces as if the thought of the threat brought by the heir of slytherin has slipped away completely from their minds.

And as was expected, the news about the newly recorded Animagi became the talk of the town for the next several days. Even some other teachers are curious who that is.

Thursday evening came, after dinner, while Hermione was tutoring me from our last lesson in Charms, Harry and Ron were suddenly spat by the portrait hole of the Gryffindor common room, both bathed in their own sweat. Harry holding what seems to me is a blackstrap, leather notebook.

Turns out, it was a diary owned by Tom Marvolo Riddle. They found it in Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom. It seems to them the owner has purposely left the object. Hermione suspected there's something about the diary. Magic behind the tarnished papers. But after hours and days of deciphering this damned diary, we grew tired trying, we gave up. But I think Harry still hasn't. He kept the diary inside his bag. Before going to bed, he kept checking its every page as though it would suddenly explode and give out its secret. He has this face when he's trying to solve a math problem he couldn't answer, yet that feels like he knew the answer. That's what he's face is giving off everytime.

Time for our Potions class, and just as luck hates me, we'd brew yet another potion. So here I am, paired up once again with Malfoy. Since the day I was sorted with him, I've always wondered what Professor Snape meant about our flaws. 'Cause I'd like to know that as well. But it turns out Snape was just complying to Mrs. Malfoy's request for his son to be close to me.

"So... how was your christmas?" Malfoy continued his work after a short peek at me with a smile.

"Fine." I simply said, eyes remained at the cauldron.

From my peripheral view, he stared at me as though expecting something, "You know it's rude not to give back the question," Still, my mouth persists to be sealed.

He sighs and continues his work. If I'm not aware of his true intention, I'd say he's disappointed right now. But I knew better,

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February swiftly came, the sun shone brilliantly red over the horizon. Yet, the bone chilling wind of winter is still crawling in our skin. Rain is supposed to activate my curse, if I could really call it like that, considering how I put myself in this situation, anyways... as I was saying, rain is supposed to make me unconsciously want to jump into the lake. But luckily for me, snow, which is just another form of precipitation, differs in many ways. To put it simply, I'm safe around the snow. I discovered that way back december. We decided to visit Hagrid. Us, forgetting that it might affect me, charged in the blanket of snow, with bits still falling off from the sky; but poof! It didn't affect me at all. Even they were surprised.