The Wand Makers Apprentice

Chapter 33

The libary was normally were I retreated during Quiditch games. It was quiet and normally pretty lifeless, as everyone else was outside. Nobody disturbed me, and it was a great time to catch up with homework or try to catch up with various different things.

Behind a bookshelf, I swore I saw somthing move. Pushing my hair to the side, I got up out of my seat and tip toed round to see what it was. To my surprise it was Sagar, running his finger down the spines of the books. I stood watching him for a while, before slowly walking up to him and resting my hand on his, sending shocks running into my fingertips.

"What're you looking for?" I whispered, trying to keep myself together. I don't know what it was about him, but he seemed mysterious and strangely attractive.

"I don't know." he said, his voice cracking slightly. "I think I'm trying to distract myself."

"What from?" I tried to keep my voice as calm and quiet as possible. I ran my hand down his arm, and suddenly, realizing what I was doing, pulled it away. What was I doing?

"No don't." he said, turning to face me, placing his hands onto my hips and looking into my eyes. "What does it mean when they're blue." he whispered, his face so close to mine I could feel it tingling on my cheeks.

"I don't know." I said weakley. "Not light blue anyway."

"They're the same colour as mine." he replied, pulling me in closer.

"I've never really looked." I lied, making him laugh quietly. "What's wrong, Guant?"

"Ahh, if only you knew." he said, pulling away from me and facing the books again. I sighed deeply, running my hand over my eyes and rubbing them. I wanted to help him. but George...

"You're worried about the chamber of secrets, but I don't understand why?" I said quietly, hoping he hadn't hard after I'd said it. I'd been trying so hard to block out other peoples thoughts, but it's so hard when they're screaming at me to listen.

He turned around, his eyes wide and staring. It made me notice his eyes more than usual. Those big blue things, that made all the breath leave my lungs. They were filled with sadness.

"What do you know about the chamber of secrets?" he scoffed, turning back into his usual self. Because he knew so much about this sort of thing, because he was Sagar Guant, best looking boy in Slytherin, got all the girls and pretty much everything else that he wanted.

"Fine." I said, turning and storming away back to my table.

"Gryffindor, wait." I didn't stop, but just kept walking round the shelf, and back to my potions books.

I slumped myself back on my chair, and began to write a reply to Cedric's letter. George was one boy. He was the boy the little innocent Rosetta fell in love with. The one who used to give her piggy back rides, and force her onto a broomstick. The one that had taken her virginity and kissed her until she felt nothing anymore, but now she was older, and now she knew that sh was different. Now, that little brocken girl with no family, was me.

I found it hard to be nice to anyone, and go out of my to be difficult, and I clung onto George because I was clinging onto my past. I will nevr love another person more than I loved George, but Sagar was beautiful, and understood me. He wanted to talk about his problems, and treats me like I'd treat him. I could never understand him, and I liked that.

And after all these boys had gone; George, Avery, Sagar, there'd always be the one to stick around. Cedric Diggory. He always put me first, and I never did or never will understand why. I felt the necklace pulsing under my mother necklace. It didn't feel like it was protecting me at all nowadays, it just reminded me of what I was. I pulled them both off from around my neck, and placed them of the desk infront of me. I ran my fingers along the Hallows sign, tracing over the fine detailing of the flowers the laced around them. Then, I picked up Cedric's necklace, and opened it. That photo would never fail to make me smile.

"Sorry." said a voice from infront of me, making me jump.

"What for?" I said stubbornly, not taking my eyes away from Cedric's grinning face.

"For being..." he started before slamming his head onto the desk. Only a few minutes later did I realize he was crying, and I felt tonnes of guilt sweeping over me. Why do I always have to be such a bitch?

"Shh." I whispered, sitting down next to him and running my fingers through his silky blonde hair, which I was always dieing to touch. "Tell me what's wrong, I might be able to help."

"They're going to kick me out, Gryffindor." he said in a muffle from beneath his crossed arms.

"Who're going to kick you out?"

"Dumbledore." he sniffed, his head slowly rising up from the table and looking me in the eye. His eyes seemed more beautiful than before; all glassy from his tears.

"Don't be silly." I smiled, my hand running down his back. I put a reasuring arm around him. "Why would Dumbledore do that? You've done nothing wrong?"

"I'm a Gaunt." he said, shaking me off his and sitting his elbows on the table, resting his temple between his palms. "My father's name is Marcus Gaunt, his father, my Grandfather, is named Mofrin Guant, and his father is Marvolo Guant."

"I don't understand." I said, pulling my arm away from him.

"They're muggle haters. You see this?" he said, pulling out an old chain from around his neck, which had a miniscule snake at the end of it, all in what looked like goblin made silver. "It's Salazar Slytherin's. My family is directly desended from the man himself."

"It's something to be proud of." I said, grabbing his arm lightly and squeezing it, showing that I understood. "I know, I promise."

"No you don't, Gryffindor." he hissed, looking milicous and angry again. "You're desended from glorious Gryffindor, brave and proud, defeating the dark arts. And Ravenclaw, wise and beautiful. My founded is know for muggle hating and evil. The Chamber has opened, you know what that means."

"But it's just a legend." I said, finally clicking. My voice betrayed me; it sounded as much sure as my head did.

"Even so," he said. "Things are getting petrified. If people start, then I'll be out her like a shot. Dumbledore knows exactley who and what I am. My father's just like the rest of them. His father was in Azkaban the whole time he was growing up. He had a half sister, but she was in Gryffindor and broke the family tradition of blood hating. I want to do what she did, instead of ending up a death eater like my father."

"Tell Dumbledore that."  I said, trying to stay calm.

"Do you think he'll believe me?" Sagar laughed. "People start getting hurt, he'll have too. I'm a parseltounge for merlin's sake, that basically makes me you-know-who."

"Stop it." I said, half shouting. "I don't want you to talk about it anymore. You're not getting kicked out, and nobody's going to get hurt by this fictional chamber, okay?"

He nodded as I wrapped him in a hug. I'd read all about the chamber of secrets, and I hadn't made my mind up what I believed, but what I was certain about, was that Sagar had nothing to do with it.

"I wish I was born into a normal family." he said, from my shoulder. "Instead of being put into a family full of inbreds and nutjobs. I always thought my aunt would come looking for me; the on father always banged on about, the one who went good. But she died years ago, around the same time as the Potter's."

"My parents died about a year or so my Auntie Lily and Uncle James died." I said, thinking. "I miss them."

"Sorry, I didn't know." he whispered. I wasn't sure if he was on about my parents, or the fact that I was related to the Potter's.

"Don't be." I whispered, looking back into those eyes. "You-Know-Who's dead now, that's all that matters."

"All that matters is you, Gryffindor." he said, before tilting his head to one side and kissing me. George's kisses always seemed so soft, like I was been kissed by an angel, but Sagar was much rougher and held my face with his hand, while the other ran itself up my leg. I didn't know which I prefered.