Enchanted by the Enemy

Chapter One

I woke up sweating from the nightmares from that night. It was morning, and the sunlight was glimmering from the windows in my dorm room. My heart was still racing, and I was trying to calm my body down. As I finally calmed down, I looked at the clock on my wall and realized it was 6 am. Breakfast time was just beginning, and you could hear all the kitchen noises seeping in from next door. I started to get up and out of my bed to go and put some clothes on because even though it was Saturday and I usually do not venture out of my room on these days, I decided that since it was such a beautiful winter day, I would leave my room. It was a week before Christmas, and most students had left. I should go out and get my father a gift for Christmas now before it gets busy. But first, I would spend time at my tree drawing and developing ideas for the gift. So once I finished putting on my clothes and braiding my hair into two tight Dutch braids, I finally ventured out of the dorms quietly so as not to wake anyone, and I headed to the kitchen where they had already made me a biscuit with cheese, sausage, and eggs. I thanked them as I left and headed towards my favorite tree worldwide. It had a perfect view of the lake and the mountains behind it, hidden from anyone nearby. I found it when I was just a first-year; it has been my spot to do anything. I climb it, and when I reach halfway up the tree, I pull out my notebook and try to think of things to get the man who has everything.

I just take in the smell of the fresh breeze from the lake, and ideas start flowing into my brain. My father said he wanted a new chess set so I could get him a nice one. That is it. I will get him an excellent chess set to beat him at Christmas Eve dinner. Due to him being the headmaster, he is swamped on Christmas day, trying to keep everyone out of trouble. He raised me ever since my parents died in a brutal battle against "He Who Must Not Be Named." He does not want people to know of our relationship to keep me out of danger, and that is why I still have my biological parent's last name.

I am suddenly taken away from my thoughts when I hear people yelling at each other. Why is anyone awake at this hour? I look at my watch, and it now says 9:27 am. I listen more closely and can depict two of the voices from the bunch, one being Matteo Riddle, the son of "You Know Who" and Draco Malfoy. Matteo Riddle and all of his friends are a bunch of douchebags, and they bully anyone who is not a part of their little circle. I try to listen to what they are saying, but it is hard to understand them. I slowly saw them coming closer and closer to the tree, so I panicked and started climbing the tree higher and higher. Once I reach the top, I look down, and there they are. I hid where they could not see me and listened in as they sat at the stump of my tree.

"Are you going home for the holidays Draco?" I hear one of his goyles say. I think it was Crabbe, but I can never tell the two apart.

"I am not," Draco says in a mocking tone, "You know the lord has asked me to stay here to keep an eye on the affairs happening within the castle," he states back now in a monotone voice.

"Both of you keep quiet you never know who is around listening," I hear from the mouth of the Riddle boy. Damn, do I wish I could just...I am broken out of my vengeful thoughts to hear, "Remember we can not let anyone know who we serve. Most still do not believe my father is at rise." Though it is stupid of him to state we all know that he is back. Because of this, many students here last year were not back, and MY father is not able to rest easy. They begin to start talking about parties and girls, so now I find myself drifting back into my thoughts about Christmas. Without realizing it, time had passed by fast, and they were no longer at my feet. I look around to double check and I then climb down and start heading back to my room now that night is about to fall. As I am walking through the halls I feel my arm be grabbed and pulled into one of the empty classrooms. I fall to the ground with the hard pull. "I should kill you for the things you now know," the voice of the person speaks. I recognize that voice. It is the Riddle boy. But how did he know I was up there?

"I have no idea what you are talking about," I speak with venom as I stand up and gather myself.

" Yes, you do. You mudblood," he looks at me, " you were in the tree this morning and I know it because I saw your braid as I was leaving."My face turns pale as I run away out of fear. He tries to run after me, but he does not know the school as well as I do. I know every inch. I jump into one of the hidden passages I built that only I could access because of the spell I have on it. It leads to my room. But before I head there, I listen for him. " Blasted where in the bloody hell did that bitch go." He quietly yells as he is beside the painting I hopped into. The painting is of my parents. Though the faces are burned from it, Dumbledore never took it down for my sake. I use it now as an entrance like all the other houses have. I follow the path to my room and I lay in my bed as I look around. I soon fall back asleep sadly because I know my demons are coming for me as I dream. I know I will have to relive the moment they left me. One day, though, I will have my revenge, and when I do. I will go back to my homeland and be...