Bad Romance

Indigo Pens

-From your POV-
"Tom oh my God! Do you want me to drop dead from a heart attack?!" I shouted at him as I lightly punched his arm. He laughed and smiled before pulling me into a hug. I put my head on his chest, but something was wrong. Tom doesn't laugh or smile. My thoughts were interrupted by Alex rushing over at the sound of Tom's voice.

"Alright, now that we've found him, can we leave?? Please?" He asks urgently. I nod my head and leave Tom's embrace as the three of us make it out the door.

"Oh finally." Draco sighs. I thanked the two of them for helping me find Tom and then we went our separate ways. Tom insisted on walking me back to my dorm and I accepted. He was so, cheery and lighthearted. It was weird and I felt unsettled by it.

"Well, we're here."I say as we approach my door. He leans against the walk in front of me so we're just standing facing each other. "Tom?" I ask him.

"Hm?" He hums back.

"Where were you all night?"

"In the library. You found me, remember?" He asks.

"But Tom," I start off. I was about to tell him that I had already searched the library very thoroughly, twice, but I let it go. Something wasn't right and I was going to find out what it was, but on my own. "Nevermind." I spit out.

"Right, well, goodnight." He says as he plants a kiss on the top of my head. I return the gesture and then step inside my dorm and close the door behind me. I sit and wait a moment to make sure I hear the footsteps leave before I pull the book out. As we were leaving, I managed to snag it and stuff it into my robe so nobody would notice. I climbed into my bed and opened it back to the strange pages.

CHAPTER 51: THE OUTLAWING OF HORCRUXES

I started reading through the information there and found patches of words underlined.

Horcruxes have been outlawed for the sake of humanity; horcruxes are collected when a wizard murders someone and pours their soul into an object. The last known wizard arrested and imprisoned in Azkaban was Genesis Galamite , a Slytherin alumni, in 1942. Galmaite had been tried before the Ministry for the murder of his wife, Alice Galamite, and his best friend, Donald MacNamara.

I felt my stomach drop some. Whoever had this book was investigating horcruxes. And I knew that it wasn't myself or Tom; neither of us would be dumb enough to use school resources for dark magic. I decided to read on some more.

He had served 30 years in Azkaban before a guard went rogue and started putting curses on prisoners as a personal experiment. Galamite was experimented on and as a result, his soul had become inanimate. Essentially, he became a shape-shifter that could not be killed, only trapped in objects or people.

I felt my face flush of all color. Something about this story gave me chills. And I was no scaredy cat. I started frantically flipping the pages to find which ones got ripped out. It was page 782. What was on it? I guess I'd never know. I closed the book and placed it under my bed. I laid down and tried to go to sleep, but I was too upset to do so.

The next day, I woke up and could feel how puffy the bags under my eyes were. They literally felt heavy. I begrudgingly got up and got dressed. I headed to Dumbledore's class and once again, Tom wasn't there. Tom was always there before me.

When he finally arrived, he was smiling again. I have no idea how girls feel about their boyfriend smiling, but I did not like it. It just wasn't Tom. All of class, I was fiddling with a loose thread on my robe and not paying any mind to whatever was being taught. And then it hit me. I started fidgeting in my bag to find the stupid book. I ripped out the page that had circles and underlined everywhere. Dark indigo ink. This shade of ink was so oddly specific that most stores didn't sell it; when you tilted the paper in the light, the ink had a purple sheen to it. I know this because I've gone Christmas shopping for this specific shade two years ago. The only place that sells them is an online vendor or the little business supply store near my house. This class needs to end ASAP. I kept fidgeting with the loose thread and then the bell finally rang. I sprung up in my seat and threw everything into my bag.

"Why such a rush?" Tom asks me. Without stopping to look at him, I threw the bag over my shoulder.

"Got something to tend to." I say shortly before basically running out of the room. "MOVE!" I shouted down the hall as students started parting. Halfway down the hall, I felt someone grab my arm, causing me to halt. "Let go you div." I say annoyed before I turn around. I'm met by a familiar y'all figure with floppy brown hair and green eyes. "Oh, hi Alex." I say.

"So I'm a div now?" He asks.

"Yeah sorry bout that, but gotta go." I say as I try to free my arm from his grip.

"Woah woah why are you mowing everyone down?" He ask me.

"Because I have something to tend to. Now are you going to let go or not?" I ask him, slightly annoyed.

"I just wanted to tell you..." he starts to trail off. I raise my eyebrows and tilt my head forward.

"Hm?" I hum. He looks away and slowly shakes his head.

"Nevermind, good luck." He says as he lets go do my arm. I nod to him and then pick up the pace again.

I get into the Great Hall and walk over to my typical seat. Cierra has her robe wrapped around and her head tilted back, fast asleep on the bench. Victoria has her nose in a book.

THUMP!

I drop the book from my bag onto the table in front of her, causing her to jump out of her skin. "Y/n! You scared me!" She said.

"Care to explain what the hell happened?" I asked infuriated. She looks at the book and then back at me.

"I don-" she starts.

"Don't. You screwed yourself over by using those damn pens. Indigo pens. You know how rare those are?" I cross my arms and tilt my head. I can see her eyes start to widen and get glossy.

"Y/n, I need your help... please, I didn't know what to do and I still don't know..." she pleads.

"Oh you're going to do something alright. Come with me." I demand as she scrambles to pick up her books and pack them.

Indigo pens.

Those damn indigo pens.