Two weeks have past since Halloween, and I broke my leg a few days ago because one of the Gryffindor’s pushed me when I was walking down the hill to Herbology.
I got up from my bed, after looking back on all the things that happened so far in the year, and got dressed in my skirt, shirt, tie, sweater, and knee high socks. I was about to leave when one of my roommates asked if I wanted to sit with her and a few of her friends during the Qudditch match. But I quickly turned it down, saying that I wasn't going to the game at all because of my fear of heights.
When I got to the dinning hall I passed the Griffindor table, and Potter stood up and grabbed my arm. I turned around and I quickly pulled my arm out of Potter's reach.
"What do you want Potter?" I asked sharply.
"I was just wondering if you were ok, I heard about how Seamus knocked into you on the way to Herbology." Potter said.
"I was fine, but now I am great, I know the guy who pushed me, and he better watch his back. And by the way Finnigan, you could of at least said sorry" I added with a fake smile, looking over at Seamus and giving him a dark glare. Then, I walked to the Slytherin table and slid in a seat next to Crabbe because people were on both sides of Draco.
"I hate Griffindors." I stated stiffly.
"Don't we all." laughed Draco.
"But I hate Potter and his Weasley friend the most, it's just something about them." I continued.
"Why don't we eat first, then go to the Qudditch match and talk about this." suggested Crabbe.
The morning owls were just coming in, and my owl, Aries, had dropped a letter down. I opened it and it read:
I heard that you've been following your instructions carefully. I am proud and I know your father is to. Also a boy from your old school, Teddy I believe, came to our house and asked where you were. Is that the same guy that was harassing you?
"I am not very hungry, I think I'll go for a run." I said suddenly and swiftly left the table, but first I wrote on a paper about what I was doing and gave it to my owl. It flew over to Professor McGonagall, when she read it she nodded, and whispered to Hagrid that I would be in the dark forest.
I ran to my dorm and changed into my running outfit. After I had gotten that on, I changed into a bird and flew over the water and then into the dark forest. So I wouldn't be hurt, I changed into a unicorn. I had only been out for a little while and was lapping up water when someone or something hit me over the head with something and everything went dark. When I woke up, I was back in my human form, and something was crouching over another unicorn.
It looked like it was drinking its blood. I tried to get up but something held me down. I decided that I was going to try to change into a bird so that I could fly back to the castle and to safety. When I was in the middle of trying to change into a bird the creature that was hunched over the unicorn turned towards me. I let out a gasp. Under the cloak was Professor Quirrell.
"You! How could you do this!" I exclaimed, horrified.
"My master asked my to." Quirrell rasped.
"And let me guess, you're working for the one who thinks he is the Dark Lord?" I growled.
"He is the only Dark Lord." Quirrell replied sharply.
"No, I am!" I exclaimed breaking the spells that were binding me to the ground. I changed into one of my given forms; Black long hair in perfect curls, a black flowing dress that went to the ground, pale skin, and eyes the color of complete darkness. On my feet I wore black strappy high heels. I walked over to Quirrell with confidence in every step.
"He isn't the real dark lord. I am!" I said fiercely.
"But you're only a first year." Quirrell said with a whimper.
"No, you see, I am more then a tiny little girl who runs around getting A's in every class. No I am much, much more then that. I am the Goddess of Darkness. I am the Dark Lord, I've made people rise from the deepest depths of Tartarus. And what has Voldemort done, kill people, that's the only thing." I snapped, "Now leave."
Quirrell left hurriedly out of the dark forest. I slowly changed into an owl. I let a little smirk spread across my face. I haven't lied that much for a few years. It felt good to let all my anger out in a lie. I flew out of the forest and into Dumbledore's office.
“Albus, it’s Quirrell! He is the one who tried to steal the stone.” I exclaimed, changing back into my normal self, then I proceeded to tell him what happened in the forest.
Dumbledore looked shocked, but he just said, “Well at least you’re okay. Now go and enjoy the Quidditch game. But make sure you keep your eyes on Quirrell; he might make a move on Harry today during the game.”
“Fine, but you no how I feel about heights.” I sighed. I turned on my heel and left his office.
I arrived at the Qudditch match and walked slowly up the stairs making sure I didn't look down. I took my seat as far from the edge as I could get and kept my eyes on Potter. The balls were released and the game began.
(Near the end of the game)
I saw Quirrell prepare to curse something. I followed his glare, and it ended at Potter. I bent forwards and whispered to Snape, "If you want to get even with James, save Potter."
I sat back and nodded to Snape when he turned around. He quickly started a counter curse.
Potter's broom started to move and Snape was trying to save Potter as best as he could, but Quirrell had help from Voldemort. I looked around the stands to see if I could find Hermione. When I did see Her she was moving through the stands and I knew that she and Weasley thought it was Snape cursing Potter when it actually was Quirrell. When Hermione was moving through the stands behind Snape I hit a spell at Quirrell so it made it look like Hermione knocked him over when she was passing him. Out of the conner of my eye I watched Hermione set fire to Snape's robes. I held in a laugh, but then Potter had landed and my laughter faded quickly because I knew that he had the snitch and won the match for Griffindor. Loud cheers were heard from the Griffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws. I jumped to my feet and ran quickly down the steps, so I wouldn't get caught up in the crowd. I sprinted back to the castle and to Dumbledore's office. Luckily, I wasn't out of breath because I workout everyday. I addressed the gargoyle by saying, "Lemon Drop" and it swiftly opened up. I took the annoying stairs that went in a long slow circle that made me really dizzy. I almost fell over from the sudden stop of the stairs. I gathered myself up and opened the door without knocking. "Albus, you were right, Quirrell just tried to kill Potter by jinxing his broom." I proclaimed to Dumbledore.
"See, if you hadn't gone to the Quidditch match, Mr. Potter wouldn't be here and you wouldn't have the chance to live a full life." Dumbledore said.
"Whatever." I muttered, turning around and going down the stairs.
When I came out of the stairs, I bumped into someone. Literally, I was walking and boom! I bumped into someone or something which caused me to tumble to the ground.
I looked up and there was Finnigan. I gave him a mean glare, and when he put his arm out to help me up, I slapped it away and got up on my own.
"Wow, someone is in a mood." Finnigan pointed out sarcastically.
"Do you really want to go down that road?" I snarled.
"I don't know. Are you going to let me apologize for bumping into you and being the reason you broke your leg?" FInnigan sighed.
"I will let you, but it doesn't mean that I will accept it." I growled.
"Ok here it goes, I am sorry that I was the reason you broke your leg." Finnigan apologized, "Now why are you in such a bad mood?"
"Because Dumbledore made me go to the Quidditch match to keep an eye on Potter." I grumbled.
"Why wouldn't you not want to watch Quidditch? Its one of the best games, next to soccer!"
"You mean football?" I corrected.
"No soccer, you know what soccer is right?" asked Finnigan, confused.
"Yes, I know what soccer is, but some people say soccer is called football. Which now that I think about it, it makes more sense" I pondered out loud.
There was a long silence while we were walking towards the main hall, only the sounds of our shoes against the stone, and then Finnigan said, "You know that Dean doesn't like you right?"
"Who's Dean?" I asked.
"Dean Thomas, he's one of my friends. He hasn't liked you from the first time you guys met." Finnigan stated.
"Oh, well I think that is just because he doesn't understand why I am here." I said.
"Why wouldn't he understand why you are here." asked Finnigan.
"Because I come from America, not Britain, or where ever the heck you have to live to get in here." I told him.
"You live in America?" asked Finnigan as we reached the main hall.
"Bye Finnigan." I said walking off towards the Slytherin common room.
"But you didn't answer my question." Finnigan yelled to me.
"Because I already answered it." I informed, "And by the way, that was a horrible apology."