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I woke up to being pushed off the sofa. "Oi!" I shouted opening my eyes to see Hermione, Ron and Harry standing before me.
I rubbed my eyes then stood up slowly. "What are we doing today?" I asked croakily, I cleared my throat then looked back at everyone.
"Well, Harry is going to figure out the next clue. Ron is going to be grumpy with Harry as usual," Hermione groaned "While you and me go to Hogsmeade with the class."
I nodded and went to the girls dorm closely accompanied by Hermione. I changed into some new robes then collapsed on my bed.
I heard the crinkle of a piece of paper then realised it was coming from underneath me. I picked it up and saw it was from Sirius.
I opened it quickly while Hermione left probably to find Ron and tell him off again.
Dear Lottie,
I hope you had an amazing time with Cedric at the Yule Ball. But don't get too cocky or I'll punch his light out. Haha. I heard you are coming to Hogsmeade today, bring me some food if you will. And maybe some Butter Beer? I'm starving! You doing better with the nightmares yet my love? Don't worry about the food actually I just found a amazing bin full of food.
Love Sirius.
I still had the same nightmare each night about the old man and you-know-who. I woke up in a cold sweat every night.
He can't come back. He can't. He'll take me away and torture me again. That cannot happen, I will do anything for it not to happen again.
I place the piece of parchment on my bedside table. I sat up groaning and mentally slapping myself to wake up.
"Lottie!" Hermione shouted from downstairs. I quickly changed into some jeans, a t-shirt, brown uggs and a hoodie.
The I ran downstairs and tripped into Fred and George. "Sorry Fred, no George. No wait. Oh whatever." I said making them burst into laughter.
I rolled my eyes before barging past them. "Rude Lottie!" They chorused laughing their socks off. I ignored them and carried on through the common room.
I met Hermione then we left through the port hole. We got outside to see the big crowd already heading out.
I gasped and fell to the floor as a memory flooded my thoughts.
Memory;
I fell over and grazed my knee. It wasn't deep or painful but it was still a graze. I stood up to be face to face with Dumbledore. "Miss, please follow me to my office." He said swiftly turning on his heels and walking away with me following. My legs were jelly and my brain was bursting into flames. Why did he want to see me? Oh no. I entered his office and instantly saw a tall dark haired boy smirking in the corner. Tom Riddle. Oh god! Dumbledore sat down behind his desk while me and Tom sat opposite him. "Now you too, what am I going to do with you?" He looked concerned "You both have been skipping lessons and wondering the school late at night. You know that is strictly forbidden. Therefore I must punish you, you both must attend 3 sessions a week of how to follow the rules." I mentally groan and slap myself for ever doing what Tom said. I felt his hand on my thigh and pushed it off angrily. He got me into this stupid mess. He quickly grabbed it again and scowled at me, I ignored his face and pushed his hand away again. I knew I was going to pay for this later. And boy was I right?!
I snapped out of the dream in Vickys arms, he was carrying me to Hogsmeade. "Hey Little one." He said laughing then putting me down. I scowled at his words. I carried on walking with him and Hermione who often flirted.
I winced as the thought of the nightmare came into my mind but I quickly pushed it away. I'm going to have a good time with my friends.
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FanfictionWhy was I always the one with bad luck? To have death constantly over my shoulder, breathing down my neck. Danger around every corner in every street. This is how I live, living in fear of the constant threat of death.
