The Diary

Chapter 1

Draco stood on the platform with his parents. He was actually somewhat happy to be going off to Hogwarts this year. His summer had not been exactly marvelous. Tension had been rather high in his household, especially between his mother and father. He didn't know why, but he felt as if everything was progressively becoming more sinister. His father seemed especially distant, not that they had ever been close anyway, but he never seemed to be in the house these days he was always busy. Mr. Malfoy stuck out his hand to his son.

" Goodbye, behave yourself this year," Mr. Malfoy said in a cool tone.

They parted with a firm, prompt handshake, as his father turned on his heel and swiftly strode through the barrier. Draco watched him and let out the breath he didn't know he had been holding once he was out of sight.

"I'll miss you Draco," his mother said pulling him into a tight hug. "Be good for me," she said holding his cheeks and looking into his eyes. Tears on the brims of her eyes.

"I will mother don't worry," said Draco, "I'll write everyday." He knew this was a lie, but he couldn't stand to see his mother so upset.

"You know," said Narcissa composing herself, "everything is going to change soon. For the better or the worse I don't know, but it is going to change."

Draco wondered what she meant, of course stuff was going to change, but why was she so upset about it, and why was she being so cryptic?

"I got you something, a little going away gift," she said pulling a gift, neatly wrapped in black paper with velvety designs on it and a silver ribbon.

"Oh, thank you mother!" Draco said, neatly opening the gift, so as not to spoil the immaculate wrapping job. I

Inside there was the most exquisite journal that he had ever seen. It was black leather, with a D.M. embossed on the spine in silver. The cover was a silver, inlaid with emeralds, and green andradite. A silver snake lay coiled in the center with rubies for eyes.

"I want you to try writing in it this year," explain his mother, "I know this summer was tough for you, it was for all of us. Writing it down can help."

Draco nodded and attempted to open the journal but it would not budge.

''How am I supposed to write anything down if I can't open the thing?" He asked.

"It has a password," she explained "I know you can't speak parseltongue, but all you have to know is how to say 'open' and 'lock'." "Let me show you." Narcissa let out a horrid hissing noise, and the journal sprang open.

"People can learn a few words in parseltongue, you just have to copy the noises," she explained. "This journal has been in the Black family for many years, the original owner is unknown but we assume that they were a parseltongue."

"Then why is it all blank?" Draco asked flipping through the pages.

"It refreshes every time it is passed on to someone else," she said matter of factly. She closed the journal and let out another ear rapeing hiss. From inside the journal came the sound of many locks keying together, and she handed it back to Draco.

"You better get going darling," she said giving him one last hug.

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Draco walked down the train looking for an empty compartment. He saw Crabbe and Goyle, and considered sitting with them, but then quickly changed his mind. Over the summer he had gotten sick of them. They were infuriatingly stupid, and quite frankly they were never friends in the first place. They were more like minions to him, as they were too bloody thick to have an intelligent conversation with anyway. Hell, he had never even addressed them by their first names!