Not The Heir I Swear

~Chapter 10~

     "Why did you steal an old, ugly diary from weaselette?" he asked and giving the notebook a disgusted look.

     "Because this is the book she wrote in that 'Tom Riddle' responds," I say flipping through the empty pages. I look around and see no one is around. "It obviously has something to do with the heir of Slytherin. I thought we could ask a few questions before giving it to Dumbledore," I say. I grab Draco's hand and apparate us to the room of requirements.

      I paced in the hall until the door appeared.

     I set the book down on the desk and grabbed a quill. Hesitantly I dipped the quill into the ink. I took a deep breath before writing. 'Who is this?' I write. Draco rolls his eyes still skeptical. The ink disappears into the parchment and I see an astonished look on Draco's face. 'Tom Riddle' the notebook says. I close the book and look up at Draco.

     "What did I tell you," I say putting the notebook in a drawer.

     "Obviously its preserving the younger version of the dark lord," Draco says. I ignore the fact that he called him the dark lord and focus on the real problem.

     "With this magic you could live forever. Voldemort wouldn't be stupid enough to put the notebook in plain sight. Unless he has multiple things that have his soul in it," I say.

     "Exactly," Draco says.

     "I'm taking this to Dumbledore now," I say.

    "Ok. I can come," he offers.

     "No it's ok," I smile grabbing onto the doorknob. He smiled at me and kisses my cheek before I leave.

     I walk around the halls. In front of me was the door to the girls bathroom. Looks like the water overflowed again and its everywhere.

    "You think Filch would have cleaned this up by now," I mumble. Sssssss. I turn around. Strange nothing was there. I shrug.

     I take a step getting my shoes and the bottom of my stockings wet. I hear a hiss again. Before I can turn around I see the reflection of yellow eyes and then black...

Draco's POV

     I walk out of the ROR and start walking toward Dumbledore's office to see if (Y/N) is ok. I keep walking then hear a scream. I run and find a group of kids around the girls bathroom. I push through the ground and see (Y/N). Still. Eyes glossed and dull. I see the diary next to her. I grab it without anyone noticing before breaking down and falling to my knees. I didn't cry or scream. I just sat there.

     "Move along. Move along children," I look up and see McGonagall pushing students away. She sees me and gives me a sad smile. She picks up (Y/N). "I'm apparating her to Madam Pomfrey Mr. Malfoy," she says.

     I think I nodded. I'm not quite sure to be honest.

     "You can visit tomorrow," she says. I nod. she then is gone with a small pop.

      A group of foot steps could be heard before snickering.

     "Look Ron. Pathetic Malfoy sitting on the floor," the person kicks me. I didn't even have to look up to know it was Harry.

     "Realize daddy doesn't love you?" Harry laughs. I roll my eyes.

     "No you fucking idiot. Your sister was petrified you fucking asshole of a fucking brother," I yell.

     Hermione and Ron both look guilty but Harry just rolls his eyes. "Yeah. Probably deserved it," He said and kicked me again. I sighed and stood up.

     "Don't want to admit that you were wrong?" I glared. Harry huffed and stormed off with Ron but Hermione stayed behind.

     "I'm sorry Draco. About (Y/N) and how everyone has been treating you. We all were assholes," She said.

     "Yeah and I'm sorry it took someone getting petrified for anyone to realize that," I spat and walked away.

     I pretend to walk away until Hermione can't be seen. I turn back around and start to run toward Dumbledore's office.

     I walk u to the gargoyles and start naming sweets until they opening to a moving staircase. I jump on and wait to get to the door. I grab the handle ,not bothering to knock, I open the door.

     "Dumbledore sir I have something to show you," I yell. He looks up from his papers and smiles.

     "Mr. Malfoy. what do I owe the pleasure?" he greets. Draco pulls the black diary out of his coat. Dumbledore's smile fades.

     "It's Tom Riddle's diary. (Y/N) and I believe that it has a part of You-Know-Who's soul in it. I believe this is why she was petrified," I say.

     "This isn't what was supposed to happen. Harry was supposed to go to the chamber. But Draco and (Y/N) are changing the future," The professor mumbles. I knew he was strange but know he's just acting mad.

     "Excuse me sir?" I ask.

     "Oh nothing. I'll take that though," he says pointing at the book. I nod and hand it to him. Dumbledore nods toward the door.

     I walk out of the room and take a deep breath. Only a few more weeks and the mandrakes will be ready...