My Own Treachery

Chapter 30 | The Serene Ghost

The first week of the school year went as expected. My most disliked class was DADA, so far I've only learned that Gideroy Lockart, wasn't an adventure. Most adventures would talk about, or reference in great detail of their experiences. All he talked about was himself and how 'great' he was. Which he wasn't, he was just a royal twat. Now on my way with Draco towards the classroom where the twat of a teacher would teach us. I was filled with so much dread. As we walked, Hermione, had piratically running, with tears, out of the classroom, other girls following her lead, while Harry and the other boys seemed disgusted. I hadn't been able to talk to the girl, nor others much, everyone of them seemed to be as obsessed with Lockart as he was with himself. I couldn't stand the topic of Lockhart, and it's only been a week.

Quickly walking inside, I took a seat in the back, next to Draco, while his large friends sat on the other side of him. Once class starts we're all flashed with another one of the dazzling smiles of Lockhart.

"Now, there was only two students out all four classes who got all fifty four questions correct! One was the famous Gryffindor, Harry Potter" Oh poor Harry "The other is a Slytherin" He then looked around the class, till his eyes landed on me, shit, "Ms. Amber Rose Ravenclaw, a tru admirer! You really know me don't you?" He laughed.

I was right, he didn't give a damn about the quiz, I had only answered the first page of the questions. Only ten of the fifty four questions were even answered. I could feel the daggers of others in the room, mainly those of my gender. This year was going to be so long. He then proceeded to hand out the papers, handing me mine, with his signature.

I wanted to slam my face into the desk so hard, I didn't want an easy class, I wanted to be challanged. I wanted a teacher that cared about the curriculum. Not a daft, moron that likely didn't understand the subject he was teaching.

"Kiss up, ay?" Draco questioned next to me.

I rolled my eyes and flipped open to the next page of the test, with no answers, "More like he's a kiss up, I only answered the first ten questions" I grumbled, sliding the test to him, he took it and looked through each page, as if he didn't believe it.

"You're joking me? I hate this class" He mumbled, handing the test back, and leaning back in his seat, arms crossed and with a disappointed look plastered on his pretty face.

After classes were done for the day, I decided to head towards the library, to seek an answer from The Grey Lady, the ghost of Helena Ravenclaw. An ancestor, she had been in the library at this time, usually reading. I presumed that the age of Voldemort would be concealed, so perhaps she'd give me an answer. Aiding me in my quest, to figure out the dark lords identity. Once inside, I saw Harry, Hermione and Ron. Walking over I took a seat at their table.

"Can you believe that buffoon Lockhart?" I quietly said, to them, in pure disgust.

"Amber!" Hermione objected, shooting me a slight glare, "That's a very rude thing to say about him!"

I looked her with a raised eyebrow, "But, I'm not wrong, he is nothing more than a fool, likely hired for on of three reasons" I retorted.

"Being?" Harry prompted, curious.

"He's a harmless fool, at least not as dangerous as Quirrell was. Reason two is that Dumbledore is questioning his judgment, feeling incompetent, and rather then picking someone more capable went with Lockhart, just so there isn't another Quirrell incident." I answered, the paused considering the third option, which was likely more the truth.

"I can believe the first one, but Dumbledore doubt himself? Never!" Ron scoffed at the idea.

Hermione, shot him a dirty look.

"The third idea?" Harry questioned once again, with a curious tone.

"I suspect there was pressure from the ministry as well, with the constant power struggle between Dumbledore and the ministry." I stated, going on in explaining, "I presume, Dumbledore hired Lock hart to avoid butting heads with Fudge and the other poloticians, within the ministry."

"Why would they be butting heads to begin with?" Hermione questioned.

However, before I could answer the question we were all told to start heading to our dorms, as it was getting late and nearly curfew. Quickly, I got up, remembering my reason for being here, I then looked around the front of the library, where there were seats and desks for everyone. Scanning the room I then saw the serene ghost, with a book. Walking towards her I stood in front of her, causing her to look up at me.

With her eyes now narrowed she then spoke, "Amber Rose Ravenclaw." She muttered lightly, "What a pleasure, that another one of my decedent to seek me out, but what for?" she questioned, lowering her book on to her lap.

"I presumed you've been around long enough to answer my one question" I responded to her, going on to ask the question, "How old, is he-whom-shall-not-be-named?" I asked her quietly, not wanting to be heard, and snitched out to Dumbledore.

The ghost raised a brow, "That's it?" She questioned, seemingly caught off guard by the question. She must think I want the diadem.

I rolled my eyes, "I'm not here to ask about the diadem that you stole" I hissed at her, "I don't need it, what I need is what I've asked for.

"You don't need it? Why's that?" She asked, seemingly shocked, "Even Ava walked over and asked, as have other Ravenclaws, those of our shared name and those of the house."

"I don't sought out to make myself more cleverer nor more important. I'm happy as I am currently." I responded to her.

"You need to leave Ms.Ravenclaw!" Madam Pince ordered, stomping over. Reluctantly, I slowly did as I was told, as Helena didn't respond, she just looked at me, watching me as I left. So Tom must know something, he claimed to have been in the diary for almost fifty years. The timing matched up, assuming Helena was correct.

"He's 65" The ghost whispered, loudly. Causing me to turn around, looking at her, only to see she was gone. I finally had my answer. Such an exact age. I was expecting an age range to look up. Quickly, and with hast I made my way to the dungeons, to the Slytherin door. When I walked inside, I was almost shocked that Flich didn't catch me outside the entrance . So unusual.

Making my way to my dorm, I searched through my bag, looking for the diary. It wasn't there. I then proceeded to look through my trunk. Nothing. The drawers in the nightstand that stood next to my bed. It wasn't there either. I then looked through my bed, lifting my mattress as I looked through it. Where was the diary?

I turned around as Pansy walked in, "Have you seen my leather book?" I questioned her.

Instead of an answer I got a sneer, "What your stupid diary that you're always writing in? Haven't seen it you tramp" I don't have time for this!

Shoving past her I proceeded to the commons room, looking for the diary. Only to end up with the same result as before, the diary was gone. Walking back into my dorm, to my bed I sat on it, thinking over where the diary could be. The last place I had it was in my bag. When was the last time I wrote in it? Where was it now?