Forbidden {Book 2}

Chapter 8

Isabella P.O.V.

I hated when I didn't give my mind anything to think about. If I didn't, it would continue to run, thinking deeply about thoughts I didn't want to think about at the moment.

So instead of sleeping, I was sitting I front of the fire in the common room. Letting the thoughts that I was avoiding, rush over me.

You love the enemy.

He had been using you... hasn't he?

What would Harry say?

These thoughts would deepen and deepen with in my mind causing my anxiety to start up again.

"Bella, why are you up?" Harry's voice whispered through the common room.

I sniffed and wiped a stay tear. "Nothing. Just thinking. Couldn't sleep. How was the lesson?"

He closed the portrait door behind him and walked over to me, sitting right next to me.

"Good. Katie Bell is in the care of Snape," he said, saying Snape venomously. "She'll be moved to St. Mungo's soon enough."

"Not that I don't care about Katie or anything, but I was asking about the lesson, Harry," I pointed out, watching him curiously.

"Fine... I guess," he mumbled. "Turns out Tom Riddle was an orphan. Dumbledore when to visit him when he was, to tell him he was a wizard."

"Interesting," I grumbled. "So the orphan who made two more children orphans."

"Yeah, the irony huh?" Harry chuckled darkly.

"Find out anything else?"

"Well as a kid he hurt people as well with his powers. He also was a Parselmouth-"

"Like you?"

"Yes, like me. And he didn't like anything that connected him to being ordinary. Like if there was another kid named Tom, he didn't exactly like it. His mother died giving birth to him. Named him Tom after his father, Marvolo after her father, then his surname is Riddle. And the caretaker noted how he was odd and that other kids were scared of him... and I think he made a rabbit hang it's self."

My mouth dropped and my nose scrunched in disgust. "What the frick? Why would he do that to a rabbit?"

"Why did he have to kill all the people he did?" Harry interjected.

"Point taken," I yawned. "Look I'm going to head to bed... but who should we ask to be the chaser?"

"I dunno... Dean and Seamus seemed pretty qualified from what you wrote in your notes..."

"So Dean it is then," I sighed. "Good that's sorted out. Night,
Harry."

"Night, Bella."

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"That's creepy, imagining a little Tom Riddle," Ron shivered. "I mean it's like Hitler being an alter boy or something along those lines."

"Get back to work you four! Neville's already squeezed one pod dry!" Professor Sprout called to us.

I looked over my shoulder to see that Neville had in fact squeezed his squirming pod dry, leaving a few cuts on his cheeks.

"Good job, Neville," I smiled to him.

He grinned back. "Thanks, Bella."

I turned back to the table just in time to hear Ron say that we should have used muffindo.

"No, we shouldn't have," Hermione protested sharply. "We have to finish!"

She grabbed a pot and attempted to squeeze it but it squirmed away from her grip and got tangled into her hair.