Adrian adopted a vengeful wrath once the rest of the students returned.
Millicent, the real Millicent, confirmed she hadn’t ever set foot in the dungeons during the break. This sent Draco into a fit as well.
With both Adrian and Draco prowling in a simmering anger, the Slytherin population consciously tried to avoid them.
Adrian didn’t care, his thoughts revolved around the actions of the Golden Trio.
A small part of Adrian was impressed- a second year successfully brewed the Polyjuice potion?
But where would three students find a secluded location secure enough to brew such a complex potion.
Adrian was venturing back to the spot where Filch’s cat had been petrified. He searched for any clue, either regarding the Slytherin heir or the trio.
He heard Filch shouting from a corridor down, where a stream of water passed Adrian and descended a slope towards the shouting.
The puddle of water was traveling from under a heavy battered door, not slowing with its torrent.
It was a washroom, marked with a large “Out of Order” sign. Adrian grimaced as water soaked into his robe, yet he did not let it deter him.
He pushed the door open, feeling the resistance of the water that spilled out.
There was a bawling ghost, out of sight although loud enough to be a nuisance. It was dark; the candles normally magically lit were extinguished from the rush of water that had left both walls and floor soaking wet.
“Hello?” Adrian asked, his voice echoing off the walls.
A ghost head popped out of a stall. It was a young girl, her face translucent and blotchy. ‘Who’s that?” it glugged miserably. “Come to throw something else at me?”
She saw Adrian, paused, and seemed to grow even paler. She screamed, the sound echoing painfully in Adrian’s ears. Her eyes bulged, arms trembling and shaking water droplets almost comically onto the floor. Her jaw shook as she rattled out horrible choking noises, tears trailing down her face before she leapt into a toilet out of sight.
Adrian blinked, slightly dumbstruck by the violent reaction.
The room was eerily silent, the dripping faucets echoing rhythmically.
There was a small thin book under a nearby sink. It was black and waterlogged, standing out in the bleak room.
Adrian picked it up, wrinkling his nose at the uncomfortable texture of wet parchment. He opened the book, there was no ink inside the pages. It completely unused.
It was a diary, and the date on the inner cover said it was fifty years old. Why would someone not use a diary, or why would they keep it around just to throw it away in a girls room?
Adrian hummed quizzically, searching along the spine and the back cover for the traces of a name. It was possible whoever it was would want it returned at a later time. He spotted something, almost carved with fine handwriting just inside-
T. M. Riddle.
Adrian dropped the book. It splashed back into the sink carelessly.
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Antithesis
FanfictionRevenge is the misguided attempt to transform shame and pain into pride. Being forsaken and neglected, ignored and forgotten, revenge seems a fairly competent obligation at this point. Skylar is the boy who lived, that's why he's important. I'm no...
