We were among the first to reach the Great Hall at dinnertime; Harry, Ron and Hermione were hoping to see Hagrid, but he wasn't there.
I tuned out their conversation and looked up at the teacher's table. The fact Hagrid wasn't there was obvious — there was a huge gap between Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout, the Herbology teacher. I looked to the far end of the table and saw Professor Lupin watching me worriedly, looking away when he realised I had seen him.
"I... I think I'm going to go... I'll see you in the common room later," I said to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, before standing up and walking out of the great hall and down to the tree I had sat at earlier.Immobilising it quickly, I sat down and leaned on the trunk, trying not to cry. I had been so sure that I would be escaping the influence of my father when I got here, but the truth was that I would never be able to truly get away from him. I thought about all the things that were going to make him angry when I went to see him on Sunday, listing them out loud.
"One, I got into Gryffindor. Two, I'm friends with Harry Potter. Three, I'm friends with a blood-traitor. Four, I'm friends with a Mudbl — no, a Muggleborn. Five, I shouted at Draco. Six, I got Draco into trouble when he broke my nose. Seven, it's me. Of course he's going to be mad at me, he always is."
I started to cry silently, the tears streaming down my face, only getting up three hours later when I had finally calmed down.I walked up to the castle and started towards the portrait of the Fat Lady, but I stopped quickly when I saw Professor McGonagall going into her office. I looked at a nearby clock and bit my lip — it was over an hour past curfew. I tiptoed past the door and prayed I hadn't been seen or heard; thankfully I had become skilled in walking in such a way that I made almost no noise in the time I had spent at Malfoy Manor, so I slipped by undetected.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I walked quickly up to the common room and looked for Harry, Ron and Hermione. Realising that they had probably gone up to bed already, I walked up to my dormitory, took off my robes and collapsed onto my soft bed, falling asleep before my head even hit the pillow.(A/n: I'm sorry that this is a really, really short chapter, but I got to the end of the chapter of the actual book, so I couldn't really write anything else)

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Fear of a Name
FanfictionIvory Ferali Riddle hasn't had a normal upbringing, even for a witch. Born to Lord Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange, all she has known is hatred and pain. Then, after thirteen years of fear, she is finally allowed to go to Hogwarts. Will she get a...