His Mark [Tom Riddle's son] DISCONTINUED

Night time adventures

His Mark
[Knowledge is Power]

3rd September 2016
Saturday

Cordelia

My eyes opened on their own account, revealing the dim and slightly green light of my dormitory. I firmly shut my eyes, trying to go back to my comforting dream of violin music.
I drifted through levels of unconsciousness before it slapped me like a brick to my face.

Doxy crap, I've left my violin in the Great Hall!

I stuck my hand out of the covers, only to withdraw it with a hiss as icy pangs attacked me with vengeance. I huddled back into the blankets, determined never again to face the cold.

Maybe I'll fetch it tomorrow.

I attempted to close my mind to sleep but my conscious refused, setting up horrifying scenarios that sent me worrying.

What if Peeves finds it and smashes it? What if Hagrid's monsters eats it and pukes it back up?
What if....

Over and over my brain became more creative, arguing with my inner sloth until I couldn't bear the pressure any more.

"Urgh!" I threw myself in a upright position, suddenly feeling wide awake.

I blinked and rubbed my eyes, adjusting to the cold and the dim green light cast from the lake. Wincing at the cold, I pulled my cloak over my shirt and loose pants I use as pyjamas and slipped my feet in my slipper, careful not to wake my dorm mates. This I did with the air of a Imperiused cursed victim with not a single thought in my mind.

I retained my peace of mind as I stole through the empty common room, trusting that the teachers and prefects were asleep and were not likely to patrol the empty corridors.
I murmur the password to the entrance of the common room (Serpentsortia), feeling very much like I was going to cross into No man's land.

It's ok.
They can't legally kill you, and it's not like they've set a giant beast roaming the castle, right?

Needless to say, my conscience was not the best of comforters.
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I couldn't have told you if I ran or walked to the Great Hall. The most dominant thought in my mind was:
Please, please don't kill me, whoever you are.

The moonlight casted shadows that suspiciously looked like silhouettes of teachers, making my heart beat twice as fast the normal human pulse.
Every sound that I heard seemed to amplify a hundred times, like someone broke a Caterwauling Curfew Charm.
At times I swore that I heard a whisper of footsteps which sent me running to the nearest column, sending me in cold sweat.

As soon as I reached my forbidden destination, I scanned the dim Hall for my case and scanned it again.
And again.
I walked around the Hall, combing the area like a Niffler looking for gold.

Oh Merlin, where is it?
It was there!

I felt tears of frustration prickling at my eyes.
Oh god... Mother is going to kill me...

My worry and frustration was quickly turned to cold fear and panic when I heard the shuffling of old feet and the daunting meow of an equally as old cat.

Doxy crap!
It's Miss Norris and Filch!

I started to tip toe to the nearest exit, praying that Filch and his demon cat wouldn't turn into the Great Hall.

God must be deaf because the footsteps were getting hauntingly closer.

Throwing caution to the wind, I ran like a maniac being chased by a banshee, heading to the nearest exit.
I kept throwing my head back to look for my potential pursuer, waiting for the moment where Filch's wheezing voice would make the call to my doom.