HP story ideas/one-shots

Chapter 11-Diary

     I've been avoiding the Potters and their friends most of the week. I could tell they didn't like it, but I can't help it. I don't want them to get to know me and I'm still scared that they'll hate me for being a Slytherin.

     I can also tell Dumbledor blamed someone else about telling them I was dead. I don't think I'll be able to stay in a house that loves the person who made me go through everything I've been through.
We're leaving today and I've been hanging out with 'the Slytherin gang.' They asked some questions, but once I told them I wasn't going to tell them about me, they gave up. I did tell them that the Potters knew who I was.

     Getting off the train, I started the gurney back to the mines. I have to take seven different buses, then walk 22.5 km in hopes someone from the mines remembered I'm supposed to come back today. If not, that's another 15 km.

     Out of breath, I got to the top of the hill to see the mine. No one remembered I got back to today, but if I didn't show up today, someone will be there at the train station next break and I'll be in a lot of trouble. I've tried it before.

     I went to the house I shared with other people and dropped my stuff off. Grabbing the Diary, I hid it and grabbed the equipment need to work. We didn't get any protection, just a pickaxe and sometimes rope.

     Going to my spot, I started working.

     I got home with my brother and went to my room to wait for Eila to write to me. I thought she wasn't going to write to me, but the journal opened and Eila wrote, 'Hey. Sorry, I had to walk here and make sure no one was watching me. I'm good, by the way. How are you?'

     'Good. Glad you're okay. I-'

     I was cut off by a messy writing, 'Can't talk now. Sorry.'

     I got worried, but didn't write back so she didn't get in trouble.

      That's how most of our conversations went. She would write to me, but the conversations never lasted long. She did write some things in her journal, but it wasn't a lot. I could tell she wasn't happy there, but she never asked to come back.

    I was about to go to bed when the book burst open. I quickly grabbed it and saw scribbling writing. I could make out a few words, but the main word I saw read, 'HelP'

     Placing the book down, I used the spell Eila taught me and apparated in a run down shack.
Looking around, I saw a shaking shadow in the corner and heard someone starting to bang on the door. The shadow jumped and whimpered before quieting down.

     Walking over to it, I saw it was Eila. Grabbing her, she jumped and looked at my face. Seeing it was me, she held me tighter and I apparated us away.

     We appeared in my room and I slowly and carefully set her on my bed. I was going to get her other clothes when she grabbed my arm.

     Tom had grabbed me out of my hiding place and brought me to his house. I guess I'm in his room but it's too dark to see anything.

     He was going to walk away from me after he placed me on his bed, but I reached out to him to keep him near me. I don't want to be left alone, but I'm still too scared to talk.

     He looked at me and said in a calm and comforting voice, "I'm getting you some clothes."

     That reminded me that my stuff was still there, so I spoke with a shaking voice from crying, "I need my stuff."

     He nodded before leaving the room. I didn't know where he went, but I wished he didn't leave me alone.

     Looking around the room, I slowly got up from the bed. My legs were shaking because of how many times they used me. It's the most they've ever done with me, so since I had a way out, I took it.
I found Tom's closet and changed into one of his shirts and sweatpants.

     When I finished, I walked back over to his bed when the door was thrown open and the lights flicked on.

     Jumping, I looked at the door and saw Matt. He stared at me as I stared at him. Then his friends appeared behind me and joined in the staring.

     Theo asked, "Are you okay?"

     Draco added, "You look like shit."

     Tom, apparateting without making a noise, said, "You really know how to make a girl feel good."

     I jumped again, which I seem to be doing a lot and everyone looked at Tom. Tom then said, "Get out."

     Listening, they left the room and Tom placed my bag by the bed. He approached me and helped me back to his bed.

     We laid down together and I fell asleep at some point.

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