Heartless Sweetheart | T.M.R x OC

VIII.

(A/N: Hehe... Hi.... Sorry I haven't posted in a long time...)

As Diana raced through the halls, to her DADA class, she dodged a spell that very nearly hit her.

'Who was that?' shouted Fleamont, shining his prefect badge. A boy who looked a little younger than Fleamont but exactly like him stepped forward.

'It was me Flea-Flea.' His tone reminded her of Draco Malfoy's.

'Charlus, I told you to stop throwing spells in the corridors.'

'What're you going to do? Take points from your own house?' He smirked.

'No, Charlus. Detention.' Charlus looked rather offended. 'Also, don't call me that,'

'Sure, Flea-Flea,' he said, walking off. Fleamont rolled his eyes and Diana asked him who Charlus was.

'Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention him. He's my brother.' Diana gave Fleamont an incredulous look, but Fleamont stared in front.

'I take it you hate him?'

'He hangs out with the kids of Grindelwald's supporters. Mum and Dad have tried countlessly to change his behaviour but he doesn't listen,' Diana opened her mouth to speak and then closed it. She didn't get Monty's hatred for his brother. Sure, Harry and her could get into petty fights at times, but they were still siblings...

She was quiet for a while until she asked, 'Gellert Grindelwald? That famous dark wizard? He isn't defeated yet?' Fleamont shushed her.

'No one can know you're from the future, Anna. But yes, the famous dark wizard who has killed many.' Diana hoped Dumbledore would be able to shut him up in Nurmengard soon. After climbing a flight of stairs, they entered the classroom, panting. The desks were rearranged to the sides to reveal a huge space. After a minute or two, the professor entered the class. Professor Merrythought, the DADA teacher was a jolly old lady. Even if she was about 120 years old, she had the spirit of a teenager. She would encourage experiments during class and would deal with the same doubts a number of times. Even after a long day of boring subjects, DADA would cheer everyone up (mostly).

'Today, we will be duelling for the first time this year. Get into pairs, and we'll see how much you've learnt this year,' smiled Professor Merrythought. The students eagerly paired up, while Professor Merrythought's smile transformed into a mischievous smirk. Diana was about to partner up with Druella when the teacher spoke again. 'Ms. Potter, I've heard from Professor Dumbledore that you have some extremely good skills. Why don't you pair up with the current star duellist, Mr. Riddle?' Diana blushed at the compliment but was not pleased at the prospect of duelling Tom Riddle, the future dark lord, of all people.

'That would be marvellous,' said Tom, a sly smirk on his face. Diana couldn't help but feel a rage build up inside her as she watched Tom approach her, his icy blue eyes glinting with an unsettling mixture of confidence and malice. Diana stepped forward as well. They bowed, slightly. Diana jerked her wand up to her face and Tom did the same. They walked backwards as the whole class watched them. She took her stance.

'Wands at the ready.' The professor said, her voice echoing through the classroom. 'Begin,'

'Stupefy,'

'Expelliarmus!'

Both spells missed but Tom sent another jinx in her direction that she dodged. She threw another curse which he blocked. Spell after spell was thrown, but then, Tom cast a spell that was non-verbal. The spell hit her in the chest, right above the heart. She gasped, feeling a sharp pain course through her body. She slumped down to the ground, clutching her chest in agony. The classroom fell silent as everyone realized what had just happened. The professor quickly rushed to her side and many other students followed.

'Are you alright?'

'Yes,' she breathed out, her voice barely a whisper. The pain continued to pulse through her, intensifying with every beat of her racing heart. Many students were now asking Tom what spell he had used, but he said he had used a simple stunner. She breathed heavily as her friends tried to help her.

'Anne-flower?' Cedrella's voice was the last thing she heard before she fell, unconscious.