An Untold Story

The story is about a Ravenclaw named Laura Weather, who is about to enter a dangerous path as she decides to secretly help Draco Malfoy with the task, the dark lord has given him.


8. That Book

At the breakfast table I couldn't really take my eyes of Malfoy. I did not care if it was creepy I had questions and I wanted answers. Somehow these questions didn't make me fear Malfoy, only his actions, or, sort of his actions. I needed to know why, and yet I didn't really need to know either. “I need some space.” I told Thomas and Evan as I stood up. Both of them nods, they are used to this I think. I walked away from the Ravenclaw table, and from the great hall with no destination. As I walked my mind were a mess of question. I'm not really used to have this many question, some questions but never this many.


I walked up to a wall and asked for the Room of Requirement. The door showed and I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. Before I took an another step, I took a moment to realize how messy it was inside here. It looks like everything is tossed inside and I wanted to do something about it, but at the same time I didn't. It might lose it's charm. I began to look for the book Malfoy hid the other day. I started around the cabinet, since it was the most logical place to me. I searched inside boxes, cabinets, under tables, chairs, basically I felt like I've searched every god damn place, but yet I had not found it. I went back to the cabinet, closed my eyes and tried to remember. Where did Draco look? Where could he have hid it? Closing my eyes would leave a sense out, which would help my brain focus on something else. I've used this technique many times before to strengthen my sense of hearing, leaving my visual sense and oflaction behind. And right now, I needed my memory, I needed to find that book to see what else might be hidden in it.


As I stood there all focused on my memory, I left as many senses out as possible to remember better. I shut out my thoughts, cleared my head and- I remember. I turned and walked closer to the pile of chairs, and there it was, tightly hidden between the chair cushion and the chair wood. I grabbed the book, and found the page I had left open, and yes, there the curse was. Powerful as it seemed, it could fail if the maker didn't really mean it. Almost like the unforgivable killing curse. I walked around the room as I read and I finally sat behind the vanishing cabinet, still reading. I didn't know why I found this book so interesting but knowledge is power. After a time of intense reading, the book came to an end, I've now consumed a lot of dark arts knowledge and I don't know if it is a good thing, and I don't really care either. I suddenly hear a sobbing sound, was there someone sobbing in here? How did I not hear them entering the room? I quietly stood up, checking my surroundings for a human being. I saw none from where I stood.


I quietly shut the book and took a step around the cabinet. My eyes fell on the blonde haired boy sitting on the floor, and he sobbed. I had my chance to ask all the questions I had been wondering about the past few weeks, but I did not want to bother Malfoy with it at this very moment. He was really sad, and even though I would do it all for knowledge, I did not want to hurt someone who was already hurt. I slowly sat down on my haunches and placed a hand on his shoulder. He jumped and pulled out his wand pointing it at my throat. That was totally a wrong move, but I sat still. “I don't want to hurt you” was the words slipping out of my mouth. Well, that was obvious wasn't it, if I wanted to hurt him I would've done it already.


“How can I be sure of that?” His voice was shaky and scared, matched the look of his grey eyes and the attitude his body held. “Because.. If I wanted to hurt you, I probably would've done it already..?” I tried to hold my voice calm, I was almost calm. “Then what do you want?” Malfoy still panicked, even though I did not consider my self as a treat. “I won't tell, I promise-” I was interrupted by his screaming voice “How would I know that? Answer my questions!” I looked him in the eyes trying to understand what was going on before I continued this conversation “I want to help you” he shake his head slowly “I don't want your help! You don't even know” His face became paler than before, was he afraid I really knew? Did he say that to get busted, or calming himself down?  

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