𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐦 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞 [𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲]

c h a p t e r f o u r

The sun had just begun to sink below the horizon, the rays warming my skin. A few lights started to flicker on in the castle bellow me. Reflecting off the lake the orange bounced off the waves and shined to the tallest parts of the castle. It smelt faintly of pine trees and when the wind blew, a cold, fresh, neutral smell crossed my nose. It was a sharp wind that cooled my skin, battling against the suns heat to cool me down.

That was where I was now, I had found a way up here in the 3rd year, and if I was upset or angry, you were bound to find me here; it was quiet and secret. My knees where tucked under my chin and my arms flung around my legs, to keep warm.

Not a soul knew about my little castle top, not even Canyon and Modesty. Sometimes when I sat up here, with a full mind, I would wonder why I hadn't been found yet, why Canyon and Modesty hadn't bothered following me here, just to see where I was.

This spot was mine, and I didn't intend to share it with anyone.

It wouldn't be long now until the sun completely disappeared, and I would be left with the stars. The stars are like memories to me. They are all individual memories, alone they couldn't light the dark, but together you can see for miles. Tonight, the moon was full, and a howl sounded in the distance. Werewolves are utterly amazing creatures, terrible, but amazing. They are ravenous and evil, until they hear the cry of another werewolf. They crave love, crave a touch from their own kind. And that is beautiful.

It was a normal thing for me to think of a happy memory before going back down to the common room, a happy memory to put my head in a better place, so when I got back I wouldn't snap at one of my friends. Glancing at a star I chose my memory.

It was the end of the first year, and Malfoy had invited us around his manor for the last week before the new term resumed. We spent the whole time playing hide and seek in his manor. Granted this might sound like a child's game. But we enjoyed it, and we would spend hours on end with just one game, Malfoys manor was huge.

That was enough for tonight and I began to crawl back towards the hatch that led up here. Pulling on the rope the hatch opened a small tad, I always made sure that no one was walking by that might notice my decent. The coast was clear, and I jumped down, it was a 8 foot jump with no ladder. Getting down was the easy part, getting up was not. To climb up there included stepping on windowsills and a cupboard, all while making sure nothing broke or that you got caught. I had hurt myself twice when jumping down, once I twisted my ankle over and had to go to madam Promfrey, making up excuses that I had fallen down a set of stairs, and once I fell flat on my face making my nose bleed for nearly half an hour.

This jump was successful, landing on both feet without making much noise.

"Colloportus" making its signature noise, the hatch locked again.

"What are you doing, vent?"

"Potter" stood not far away was Harry, I knew that he wouldn't have seen me jumping, I am sure I would have seen him.

"What are you locking?" he was looking around me, his eyes falling on anything that I could have locked. Luckily he wasn't looking up.

"Nothing Potter"

"I thought you're on our side"

"I'm not on anyone's side, other than my own"

"So what will you do when Draco announces to the rest of you that he's a death eater"

"He's not a death eater"

"How do you know that?"

"I just do"

He scoffed, taking his wand out of his pocket, resting it in his palm. Did he want to dual? He stormed past me, his shoulder pushing against mine, almost knocking me to my feet.

"Evia, I don't want any trouble"

"I'm not the one with my wand out Potter, do you know what my dad is risking for you? Do you know Potter? Imagine if he died for you, I would have nothing Potter. Of course, you know all about that don't you" he was about 10 feet away, his back to me.

"Just keep an eye on that boyfriend of yours. One day you'll see I'm right Vent"

"Oh, I will" I shouted.

He began to walk away, and I cursed "fuck" under my breath, why do I keep defending him?

"And Vent, I think that coffin suits your father"

In my head I wanted to turn around and kill Harry Potter, but my heart knew that it would make things worse, I didn't like Harry Potter at all. But I never thought he would be the kind to say something like that. Especially after loosing his mother, father and godfather.

The common room was dark, all the lights turned off and no one was moving about. Everyone would be at dinner by now. I had the dorms and the common room all to myself. I wasn't hungry. Plus the thought of bumping into Harry made my blood boil.

I wonder why Harry was roaming the halls when everyone else was at dinner? He probably thought the same about me.

With two hours until we had to be in bed I knew what I had to do. I began to write a letter to my father, using code names and phrases, incase it was intercepted on the way.

dear fire,

I hope this reaches you well, and of course that you are well.

I really miss you.

Today I made a huge mistake, we faced a boggart at school, and I fear it might have exposed the flame. Please stay safe.

How are you? Will I see you in the Christmas break?

Did you know that harry potter is actually extremely rude. Who'd have thought!

Again, stay safe.

All my love,

Your life.

My fathers name was "ignis" and when translated out of Latin it means flame or fire. My name means life.

It was a simple trick, but it was better than plainly writing his name on the paper. He could deny this at least. I will be sending this in the morning, until then I put it under my bed.

hello reader,

I hope you are enjoying my book so far!

I just wanted to mention that I will will be making my own spells aswell, I don't want to cause drama lol.

All the love
M.