Destined| The Chamber of Secrets : Book 2

The Diary

Kiana

"Cedric James Diggory just talk to me," I frowned. "Ced, please."

   The holiday had ended a few weeks ago and Cedric nor his friends have spoken to me since.

"Don't call me Ced," Cedric hissed.

   I felt a pang in my chest. Cedric turned to face me. He had a scowl on his face.

"You're no sister of mine," He sneered.

   Cedric walked away leaving me alone. I quietly walked to the Gryffindor tower holding in the tears.

You're no sister of mine.

You're no sister of mine.

   His voice repeated in my head. I felt warm tears trail down my cheek. I approached the Fat-Ladies Portrait.

"Password?" She asked.

"Loyal," I answered.

   The portrait door swung open and I entered. Harry, Ron, and Jake were all on the couch doing homework. I ran past them and straight into my room. I let the tears flow out.

"Kiana," Ginny sniffled.

   I looked up from my hands and saw Ginny on her bed crying. I wiped away my tears and approached Ginny.

"Yes Ginny," I asked.

"Never mind, I have to go," she sniffled and ran out of the room.

   I sat down on my bed and wiped away the tears. Just don't think about it. He didn't mean it. He's just scared... I stood up from my bed and exited my dorm. I saw Harry by the stairs waiting for me. Once I reached him he pulled me in for a hug.

"What's wrong," He whispered.

   I shook my head. It was too painful to repeat.

"Maybe some food will make you feel better?" Jake asked.

   I nodded. Together the four of us exited the House tower. We were coming down the stairs of the first floor. That was until I heard someone yell from upstairs.

"That's Filch," Harry whispered.

   We hurried up the stairs and his out of sight.

"You don't think someone else's been attacked?" Ron asked worriedly.

"— even more work for me! Mopping all night, like I haven't got enough to do! No, this is the final straw, I'm going to Dumbledore —" Filch muttered.

   He walked off out of sight and slammed a door. We poked our heads around the corner. This was where Filch manned his lookout post. We were now at the place my blood rested on the wall. A great flood of water stretched over half the corridor and it looked as if more was coming from Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Now that Filch stopped yelling I could hear Myrtle crying. I immediately ran towards the bathroom and entered. Moaning Myrtle was crying, louder and harder than before. She was hiding in her usual toilet. It was really dark.

"Myrtle, it's me, are you okay?" I asked.

"What's up, Myrtle?" Harry asked standing besides me.

"Who's that?" Myrtle glugged miserably. "Come to throw something else at me?"

"Why would we throw something to you," Harry and I asked.

"Don't ask me," Myrtle shouted. "Here I am, minding my own business, and someone thinks it's funny to throw a book at me..."