HP story ideas/one-shots

Chapter 10-Diary

     The next morning, I woke up from my night terrors again. I made sure I didn't wake up Tom, which I didn't, before grabbing my uniform and changing.

     Once I was ready for the day, I went back to the bed I was lying in and saw Tom just starting to wake up. He looked at me and smiled. When he was ready, Madam Promfrey came over, yelled at me some more for not eating, then said we could leave.

     We grabbed our stuff while Tom kept making sure I was okay. For some reason, the Potters and their friends were in here. I didn't focus too much on them, but I also wasn't focusing too much on anything because my night terror kept creeping its way into my mind.

     I guess there was something sharp out, as when I moved my hand over a piece of parchment, blood landed on it. We both paused for a second. I then grabbed some wrap from my bag and started wrapping my hand to stop the blood from falling.

     "Are you okay?"

     "Yes."

     Once I was sure it was well, I started leaving when the Weasley twins approached us. Tom was edged and I looked at them to determine what they wanted. No one said anything, so I was about to grab Tom and leave when Fred quickly grabbed the paper I spilled blood on. They then ran off.

     We watched them when I got a glimpse of what was on the paper. I grab onto Tom's arm tighter that I wasn't even away I grabbed. I tried to pull him to leave, but he stood there and looked at me with a curious expression. But I think all of his questions were answered when Mrs. Potter said, "Eila?"

     My hands tighten on Tom's arm and I wish I could disappear without any problems. But it's unacceptable to do that and I would be asked a lot of questions about how I apparated on school grounds.

     I heard Harry ask who Eila was, but I didn't want to move. James came in front of me and looked at me for a while. I didn't lift my head and heard the door open.

     Looking past Mr. Potter, I saw it was Dumbledor who entered. James and Sirius started questioning how I was still alive and what happened. I guess it was him who delivered the news that I died.

     Tom could feel how tight I was holding him, so he walked away with me clinging to him. I don't know where he's bringing me, but all I care about is getting away from them. I barely recognized the password to the common room and taking a right, not a left, up some stairs. I figured we were heading to his room, and that's when I realized I was silently crying.

     When we entered Tom's dorm, I guess his brother and friends were there because I recognized their voices when they asked what happened. Tom kicked them out, though, and it was just us in his room.

     Sitting on his bed, he held me until I was ready to talk. My tears didn't last long, so when they stopped, Tom asked if I was alright.

     "Yea. I think fear made me cry."

     He nodded, and it was quiet till he said, "You should get to know them."

     "Why?"

     "They're your family and you won't have to return to the mine."

     "I'm going back to the mine. They own me and if they find out I know who my family is, they won't let me come back to school."

     "I don't want you to go back," Tom finally said. I knew he didn't want me to go back there. I don't want to go back, but I don't have a choice though.

     "I'm heading there at the end of the week. And that's where I'll spend my Christmas."

     He looked sad, which isn't what I meant to do. All I wanted to do was make my point clear. Deciding to fix the situation, I added, "I'll write to you if it gets too rough. And I'll keep you updated. I should be in a tunnel for most of the time, so I can pull my book out whenever I want."

     He thought about it before saying okay.

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