𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔. - golden trio era au

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hey guys sorry its been a week. uni started again and assignments have been up my ass so in the free time i do have ive either been playing dnd or sleeping

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Dawn had left the diary tucked behind a pillow in the Common Room and she had forgotten all about it until after dinner the next day when, while she was teaching Hermione all that she already knew on Ancient Runes, Harry and Ron came sprinting down from the boys staircase.

"Riddle's diary is missing," Harry said in a hushed whisper.

"What?" Hermione gasped.

"All Harry's things were ransacked," said Ron. "Someone was looking for something and the only thing missing is the diary."

Dawn tore the pillow away from the armchair but the diary was missing from where she had left it.

"But - only a Gryffindor could have stolen - nobody else knows our password . . ." said Hermione, all of them oblivious to Dawn's panic, assuming it to be just the same as their own.

"Exactly," said Harry.

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The next morning was the Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff Quidditch match, so they didn't have too much time to dwell on who could have stolen the diary. And Oliver Wood certainly wouldn't allow Harry to think of anything else.

"Perfect Quidditch conditions!" he said enthusiastically at breakfast, loading up his teams plates with scrambled eggs. "Eat up, Harry, you need a decent breakfast." Harry had been looking up and down the table as if he would be able to see the theft in the eyes of the perpetrator. Hermione had urged him to report the robbery but he insisted that they shouldn't, arguing that he didn't want to risk Hagrid getting in trouble again.

As they walked out the Great Hall to fetch Harry's Quidditch gear (which really he should have brought down with him anyway), Dawn was lost in thought so deeply that she didn't hear Harry's shout and continued walking when the rest had stopped. Harry was all to dependant on that diary and she was trying to think of a way to convince him it was for the better that it was gone.

She only tuned back into reality when Hermione sprinted right past her on the stairs. She looked back to Harry and Ron who looked just as clueless as she was. "Where's she going?"

"Library," said Ron.

"What's she going to the library for? The match will be starting soon."

"Its Hermione." Ron shrugged. "When in doubt, go to the Library." He turned to Harry, who for some reason was looking around stupidly. "You'd better get moving. It's nearly eleven - the match."

Instead of going with Harry to collect his things, Ron and Dawn instead turned around to go get good seats for the match. Hermione hadn't turned up at all and it was just as the players were about to mount their brooms when Professor McGonagall went striding across the pitch, huge purple megaphone in hand, and Dawn's heart sank to her toes.

Dawn grabbed onto the sleeve of Ron's robes, wide eyed and fearful.

"What?"

"Mione," she said. At once, the two of them began to make their way down from the stands, hand in hand to not loose each other in the crowd, before McGonagall even had the chance to speak.