Terrible Tragedies

𝑁𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 6𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 7𝑡ℎ

Michelle Lovegood

November 6th

Percy Weasley had gotten a job at school. He's in charge of our meals along with the other cook who is getting too old to cook all day long. He never really seemed to be the type to want to cook at a school, instead he seemed a bit more adventurous. He seemed like the type to want to travel and discover new things.

It was nice to know he had reunited with his family after however long he was away. I wasn't told the story in depth, I only know just about what everybody else knows.

Classes were back in session and everything seemed to be back to normal.

This would be a week that none of us would ever forget.

Except... There's still a killer on the loose. They haven't killed in days which was odd. They're either done or they are preparing for something huge, and I know they aren't done.

After about a week without classes, it's hard to go to them and remember all that I learned previously. Going back after summer was definitely the hardest but it still wasn't easy.

Everyone was beginning to seem happier even though we were all still mourning. Snape seemed fidgety as if awaiting the decision of what happens to Draco now. He cares about him, and even though he turned into a murderer, he can't help those feelings.

At mealtimes, the great hall was much more lively and people were laughing and smiling, though it wasn't nearly as much as it was normally.

Harry decided he wants to help me finish this investigation secretly as telling people it isn't over would cause more bad than good. We're deciding to meet in an old classroom that's hidden underneath a staircase.

Every day we will pick a time to go and discuss the case, all while trying to not be caught. Today's time, 10:45pm.

The time came and I snuck out of the Ravenclaw common room, being as quiet as a mouse as I opened and closed the doors. I didn't carry a lantern as I didn't want to make it easy to see me. That would ruin the entire plan. Instead, I kept my wand at hand and used it as a source of light which I can turn on and off at my command.

The door to the old and unused room was squeaky and sounded as if it hadn't been open in about 100 years or so. Harry was sitting in the room on one of the only chairs that wasn't squeaky.

"To get straight to the point, they're planning on something big." he spoke quickly.

"How do you know that?"

He took a wrinkled piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it. "I received this a few hours ago."

Harry,

This isn't over.

-Your old friend

"You mean to tell me," I paused, "Voldemort?"

"It could be," he rubbed his eyes in defeat, "But why would Voldemort leave this in my room instead of just coming to me? It doesn't make any sense, a student must've left it for me, maybe to scare me, or they're working for Voldemort."

"You could try and match the handwriting to peoples papers though, right?"

"It would take too long, and with its generic writing, it could belong to anybody."

"So what do you suppose we do?" I asked.

"Prepare." he spoke seriously, "For whatever may happen, war or whatnot."

"War?" I said astoundingly, "Like a second wizarding war?"

"Like a second wizarding war." he said.