The Hogwarts Diaries - Marauder's Era

The Incident - Kristina

Millie, quit poking me. I know you’re reading this over my shoulder. So quit poking!

Sorry about that! As usual, it’s Kristina Cox here (obviously), the same as it has been for the last couple of weeks.

Looking back over my previous entries, I can see how immature I’ve been around Sirius! And in classes, and just in general, really. But you can hardly blame that on me. Like I said before, blame the sun. Or possibly the moon. It’s up to you.

I believe that I had a moment of pure genius last week. Why, you ask? Well, I’ll write it again, just because it’s so purely awesome!

I was down by the lake with Sirius, James and Remus. The moon reflected brightly off the Black Lake – not quite full, but by no means new, either!

“Where’s Peter?” I asked Sirius, curious.

“He had detention with McGonagall,” he replied, turning to look at me. It was almost this really intense moment when suddenly –

“I finally f-found you!” Peter’s wormy voice slithered into my ears. I sighed.

“Honestly, didn’t you tell him that we were meeting here tonight?” I sighed, turning to James.

“I did!” he replied, indignant. I groaned.

“I forgot,” Peter admitted, sitting down next to me. I wrinkled my nose in disgust.

“Look, why don’t you guys make Peter a map so he can find you?” I suggested, meaning to patronise the useless sixth year. Unfortunately (or perhaps, fortunately), things didn’t go to plan. Sirius’ eyes lit up.

“We could do it, Kris!” he exclaimed enthusiastically. “Pass our wisdom onto the younger generations with a map of rule breaking!” he looked so elated that it felt mean to put him down.

“The magic’s possible,” I said uncertainly, surprised by his reaction. He patted me on the head fondly.

“Kris, you’re a genius!” I smiled to myself. I have my moments!

So there you have it, how one snide comment turned into a brand new idea! Perhaps I should be an inventor when I leave Hogwarts…

Millie, be quiet! You’ve known since first year that I sneak out at night!

Good point, we didn’t know each other then. Make that second year.

What, you didn’t even know then? You’ve read my diary so many times…

Why would I want to get on with writing my diary again??? You keep reading it and drawing attention to me!

Now she’s gone off in a huff! Where is the justice in the world?

About 10 minutes later or so

“Millie, come back!” I yelled, having safely stored this diary in my bag, out of sight. Sighing for the umpteenth time (I mean, come on – all I ever seem to do is sigh in this diary!) I hurried out of the Ravenclaw common room, ignoring the stares that I was getting. You’d think they would’ve lost interest by now. I’m not exactly new to the school, or the house, or any of their lives actually, considering I’m a pureblood.

Anyway, so I was running after Millie, when I heard raised voices further down the corridor, just round a corner. I walked up slowly, because raised voices are never a good sign and often result in detention –

A high pitched, terrified scream came from the bend. Scrap this, there’s someone scared or hurt round there! I thought, rounding the corner. I gasped.

Three tall Slytherins, at least as old as Sirius, were towering over a small figure on the floor. I craned my neck, trying to work out who it was. Double gasp.

“Get away from her!” I screeched at the burly students, pulling out my wand. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, as I felt my fight or flight instincts kick in. The trio turned, leering, to look at me; the one who had disturbed their ‘fun’.

“What are you gonna do ‘bout it if we don’t?” the one on the right – I think his name was Mulciber – said patronisingly, walking up to me. I refused to feel intimidated. I could see Millie whimpering behind the center guy.

“This,” I told Mulciber sweetly, kneeing him in the groin. He collapsed to the ground, clutching his privates. I allowed myself a small smile. It was something my brother had taught me. The other two looked furious though, and started towards me. Blood rushed in my ears, clouding my thoughts.

I am not ashamed to say that I acted very irresponsibly then. Having already broken one school rule, I proceeded to break a second – I attacked lumbering-idiot-on-the-right with the Curse of the Bogies. Let’s just say that things took an ugly turn then. With his two mates disabled and crumpled in a heap on the floor, center guy’s look turned to one of panic faster than a flying hippogriff, and he scarpered pretty quick! Victory dance!

It was a couple of seconds before I remembered Millie. I can’t believe I forgot my best friend! Well, I mean I can, because I did it, but… You know what I mean! Anyway, she looked in a pretty bad shape – one of her eyes was swollen shut, and there was a cut on her lip. The rest of her body was littered with the occasional bruise. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks. I felt awful.

“Millie!” I yelled, running down to where she lay, hurting, bleeding. I found my arms wrapping around her fragile body, rocking her two and fro.

I don’t know how long I sat there, holding her, comforting her, but at some point it crossed my mind that she would need healing. Gently, I helped her to her feet. She swayed, but managed to stand, although her eyes seemed glazed, almost as if she wasn’t seeing what I was. I waved my hand in front of her face. Nothing. That was when I started to panic.

I helped her down the hall as fast as I could without hurting her. It was after curfew, so there was no one about, no one to see us on our way to the hospital wing. When Madame Pomfrey saw Millie’s poor abused body, she seemed close to fainting.

“Please help her,” I whispered, as Millie was taken from my arms and laid on a bed. I was escorted back to my dorm in a daze. I still am.

All I can think about is that it’s my fault.

It’s all my fault.