The Diary

The Diary (5/?)

First Year Boys' Dorm

Thomas closed the book and looked at the time.

“Wow,” Thomas exclaimed, “I missed dinner… I wonder what Professor Covington is doing.” He left in search of the DADA professor.

Professor Covington’s Office

“Come in!” she called to the door, as it swung open, “Why Mister Potter, I wasn’t expecting to see you so soon.”

“Well, I wanted to ask you something,” he said.

“Am I correct to assume that it is about the diary?” Professor Covington asked. He just nodded so she continued, “Take a seat Mister Potter, this could take awhile. So what did you want to ask me?”

“Well Professor, I wanted to know how you got my mum’s diary,” he stated.

“I acquired it by chance during my travels,” she answered. “Anything else?”

“Were you friends with my mum in school?” asked Thomas.

“Well I guess you could say that we were friends. Our relationship is kind of hard to explain to someone who has never been in the same predicament,” she responded. “Any other questions?”

“No, just a request,” he said, “tell me something about her.” A little taken back by his request, she regained her composure and thought about what she should say.

“You mother was very… determined. She’d do anything to be perfect, but she had one major flaw,” she said.

“What was it,” he asked.

“Well you’ll just have to read the diary to find out. I am not just going to reveal the answers to you. You have to work for what you want,” she answered and added as an afterthought, “maybe you should direct your questions to someone… a little closer to you. A family member perhaps?” She watched him exit her office. After he was gone she turned back to her work and sighed, “I hope this all works like its suppose to. I’ve waited too long for this.”

First Year Boys Dorm

Thomas returned to the dormitory after skillfully dodging Rhiannon in the Gryffindor common room, but he could not dodge Will who was waiting for him.

“Hello Thomas,” he said from his bed, “Where were you? You missed dinner.”

“I know,” Thomas sighed, “I guess I just lost track of time. I was just coming up to get my invisibility cloak so I could sneak down to the kitchen and grab something to eat.”

“Care for some company?” asked Will.

“Sure,” he replied with a smile, “the more the merrier.”

Kitchen

“How can I help you? What would you like?” asked a little green house elf.

“Well, I was wondering if you had any leftovers from dinner tonight,” explained Thomas.

“Absolutely young masters. Just sit right here while we prepare it,” instructed the young elf. Thomas and Will sat on two wooden stools at the end of a long wooden table.

“So what kept you so occupied that you missed dinner?” asked a very curious red headed boy.

“Well, I was thinking about what the first prank we should pull be,” Thomas answered quickly, “After all, first impressions are the most important ones and we are the new Marauders. We have a legend to live up to.” The house elves returned with silver platter filled with roasted potatoes, baked chicken and steamed carrots.

“So what do you have in mind?” inquired Will as he began cutting up his food.

“It's not finished yet and I want it to remain a secret till it's perfect,” Thomas quickly thought as he dug into his food.

“Okay, but as soon as it's done, tell me so we can start on our way to becoming the greatest pranksters of Hogwarts!” Will declared.

“Of course,” he replied, “but we better get back to the dorm. I still have to write that DADA report to write.”

“But the report on werewolves isn’t due till Friday,” stated Will as he finished his food.

“Yeah, I know. I just want to get a head start,” answered Thomas as he the cloak around himself and Will who had gotten up and walked over to him.

Gryffindor Common Room

After removing the invisibility cloak and entering the portrait hole, Thomas nearly ran up the stairs to the dorm rooms. Leaving Will alone in the common room, or so he thought he was alone.

“So where were you?” asked a voice from a chair near the fireplace. He couldn’t see who it was because the back of the chair was facing him, but he had a good guess at who it was. He walked over to the fireplace and passed the occupied seat and sat in the one on the other side of it. He looked at the person in the chair, which confirmed his suspicions.

“We went to the kitchen to get something to eat, Rhiannon,” he dully replied.

“So have you finally noticed Thomas’s odd behavior or are you still blind to the obvious?” she drawled.

“You know you scare me when you use that tone of voice,” he said, “You sound so much like your father. And for your information, yes I do notice his odd mannerisms.”

“Its been happening since the welcoming feast. I think it has to do with the bloody sorting hat,” Rhiannon stated and then added, “And what so bad about sounding like my dad? Do you have something against my dad, Weasley?”

“No. no nothing at all. Forget that I even said anything about it,” he hurriedly said as he slouched farther into his chair hoping to escape Rhiannon Malfoy’s fiery temper.

“Good. Now what do you think about the sorting hat thing?” she asked calmly.

“I dunno. I think we better find out before he gets worse and begins to fall behind in classes.

“Excellent idea!” she exclaimed quietly, “Why did he run back up to the dorm anyways?”

“He claims he is going to get started on the DADA essay about werewolves,” he answered.

“You’re kidding me,” she responded.

“Nope, he actually thought I would buy that excuse. You and I both know that he waits till the last minute to do anything,” he said.

“Yes, but what is he really doing?” she asked.

“That is the question and we are going to find out,” he declared as he stood up.

“Definitely!” added Rhiannon as she stood up also.

“Wow, we had a whole conversation and only fought once. I am amazed!” spoke Will.

“Oh shut up William,” grumbled Rhiannon as she began to climb the steps leading to her dorm room.

Meanwhile, In the First Year Boys’ Dormitory

Thomas has started a letter to his grandfather, Remus J. Lupin.

Dear Granddad,

Allo! I haven’t owled you in awhile so I thought I’d owl you. How are things? How is Grandpa Sirius doing? Is he still trying to turn you fur pink when you transform? How’s Dad doing? You know, how is he really doing?

I am in Gryffindor, Dad probably told you already. And I made the quidditch team as a chaser with Rhiannon, but don’t mention it to Dad. I haven’t owled him about it yet. And no, I haven’t pulled any pranks yet. Will is still obsessed about becoming better pranksters than the Marauders. Classes are ok. My favorite is DADA, with Professor Kay Covington. Do you remember her? She said she was kind of Mum’s friend while they went to school, so she must have attended while you taught here. She seems like a Ravenclaw to me.

Ok, so there was another purpose to owling you then just to catch up. I want to know more about my mum. Why does no one tell me about her? Why did no one tell me she was in Slytherin? Yes, I know that she was in Slytherin. The Sorting Hat told me. It almost put me in Slytherin also. I want to know more about my mum. What was she like? I know you didn’t really meet her till her third year, but I thought you could tell me what she was like when she did live with you and Grandpa Sirius. Please tell me something.

Love,

Thomas

After looking over the letter several times, he neatly folded it up and placed in an envelope. He grabbed his invisibility cloak, threw it on and headed out the door to the owlery. He barely missed colliding with Rhiannon and Will as they headed off to bed. He made it to the owlery and found his grayish brown owl with black and white rings around his eyes.

“Hey Bandit. How are you?” he said softly as he affectionately petted the owl on he head, “Good, I have a letter for you to deliver. Bring it to My Granddad Remus. Ok?” The owl nodded as if he has understood Thomas’s order and took off after the letter had been tied to his leg. Thomas stood by the window and watched his owl till it he couldn’t see it anymore. He covered himself with the cloak and returned to GryffindorTower. When he reached his dorm room he quietly removed his cloak and placed it back into the trunk. He fished the diary out from under his bed and leaned back against his pillows and began to read once more.

The Diary

Ah, fourth year. The year of the World Quidditch Cup, no inter house quidditch cup, the Tri-Wizard tournament, and the rise of Voldemort. Yep, fourth year was pretty interesting. When I found out that perfect Potter was in the tournament, I nearly threw a fit. I was so mad, but unlike other Slytherins, I knew that Potter didn’t enter himself into the Goblet of Fire. He was too much of a goody two shoes to do that. I was surprised that he performed so well in the first event. The second event just infuriated me. Here he was representing Hogwarts, the best WizardingSchool in the world, and he waited for Krum and Fleur to come rescue her sister and his precious Know-it-All Granger.

Soon Christmas came and along with it was the Yule Ball. For an early Christmas present, Dad and Uncle Sirius bought me a dress robe. It was beautiful and exactly my size. I suspect they had major help from the shop owner. Anyways, it was the most gorgeous robe I had ever seen. I was made of sapphire blue crushed velvet with silver trim and buttons. It was pretty form fitting. The sleeves began to flare out at the elbow and the dress itself flared out at just above the hips, but it wasn’t puffy. It was elegant. The neckline was a half square that was just long enough to display my mother’s silver phoenix necklace. With all the waltzing lessons Uncle Sirius had given me, I was set and ready for the ball. All I needed was a date. I secretly wanted Draco Malfoy to ask me, but it was already apparent that Pansy had tricked him into being her date. Yes tricked, because Draco would never seriously consider being with her. She is too clingy. He needs to have someone that challenge him and not always back down. Well I never did get asked to the dance. I guess boys from other houses didn’t ask because I was a Slytherin. And Slytherins didn’t ask me because I did come from an acceptable family. Being a Lupin and all meant I came from a long line of Gryffindors, the Slytherins’ rival. So I went to the Yule Ball with no date and no friends. I went by myself. I did enjoy myself I sat at a table and watched people. I always did enjoy watching people. I liked just sitting there and seeing how they acted and behave in different situations. I always thought it was fascinating.

~Flashback~

“What are you staring at?” asked a cold male voice. The girl, whom was in front of the voice, was startled and quickly turned to face the voice.

“Um, Draco, uh hi,” responded a flustered Kali as she looked up which caused some loose curls to fall from her hairdo, “I was just watching people. You know, observing them.”

“And you find that… fun?” he asked as he took a seat next to her.

“Yes, I find it interesting,” she answered as her cheeks began to turn pink, “I also like making up stories about them. Like those two over there.” She leaned closer next to him and pointed out a couple that was talking on the other side of the room. “He has a crush on her and wants to ask her out but can’t muster the courage to tell her. She on the other hand is not interested in him and wants to ditch him,” she said, “So she can get to a spot where she can get a better view of the annoying perfect Potter.”

“I take it that you dislike Potty just as much as I do,” she nodded in response as he continued, “Hmmm, I remember you now. We collided in the train corridor at the end of third year and if memory serves me right, we haven’t formally introduced ourselves. Draco Malfoy.” He held out his hand waiting for her to introduce herself.

“Kali Lupin,” she said as she held out her hand to shake his, but he grabbed her hand with his and brought it to his lips and kissed it.

“It’s a pleasure,” he whispered as he looked up into her eyes. *What am I doing? She is not from an acceptable family. She was raised by muggles.* She smiled at him and blushed as his inner monologue continued, *But she is a Pureblood and pretty. Why am I acting like this?*

*Wow he kissed my hand! THE Draco Malfoy kissed MY hand and is now staring at me! I wonder what he is thing about. I hope its something good about me. He is so cute,* thought Kali as an angry shout broke their eye gazing. Draco let her hand fall out of his grasp as they turned in the direction of the shout.

“Draco, what are you doing with her? I am your girlfriend and I don’t like it when you flirt with other girls,” yelled Pansy when she reached their table.

“Pansy, you are not and never were my girlfriend. So stop pretending that you are. I only went with you because to tricked me into it. The dance is almost over and I’d like to spend the rest of the evening with someone whom I like,” shouted Draco at a now frightened Pansy Parkinson.

“Her? You would rather spend the rest of the Ball with that… that,” she began before someone interrupted her.

“You know what Pansy. I am sick and tired of hearing you put me down. You don’t even have the right to put me down. I am smarter than you. I get better grades. And it looks like I have better fashion sense,” she said as she looked at the girl’s outfit.

“Well at least my father isn’t a dirty, poor Gryffindor werewolf who abandoned me to a muggle orphanage. You must have been very awful for a muggle loving werewolf not to want you. You’re mother must have been a real dog and a mudblood, because just look at you. You look like a...” she ranted, but was interrupted by Draco.

“Will you shut you trap you pug faced brat! Kali is pretty, unlike you, and she would make a better girlfriend than you because she actually has a mind!” he shouted.

Only the people around him could hear the argument over the music, but all who had bared witness to it were in shock. Draco Malfoy just insulted Pansy Parkinson in defense of the Slytherin bookworm, Kali Lupin. Even she was in shock. After his out burst, Draco turned and placed a hand on Kali’s arm and the other on her cheek. He stared in to her deep blue tear filled eyes. She was trying to not cry in front of anyone, but it was apparent that her cheeks were not going to stay dry for long. She was trying to put up a brave front, but all you had to do was look into her eyes to know how badly Pansy’s words had affected her. “You want to get out of here?” he asked softly. His voice still retained its coldness but it seem that there was something else in it when he talked to her. Kali nodded and Draco lead her out of the Great Hall an away from the confused and angry Slytherins. They ended up by a willow tree near the lake. The full moon shone down and its beams danced on the surface of the cold water. She sat down on the ground and leaned back against the tree trunk as she brought her knees to her chest as a tear fell down her cheek.

“You know, I like to come down here when I want to get away from those idiots,” he said, but it was only followed but a moment of silence. He leaned up against the tree and sighed in frustration.

“Did you mean it?” she finally spoke.

“Mean what?” he asked nonchalantly.

“You know, all those things you said about me in there. Did you mean any of it?” she asked as she turned and tilted her face upwards to look at him, “Or did you just use the situation as an excuse to put Pansy in her place?”

He looked at her. She was shaking from the cold and the anticipation of the answer that he would give. “I meant it,” he sighed as he slid own the trunk of the tree. She smiled and even though she had mascara running down her face. He still found her cute. He reached over and brushed away a new tear with his thumb as she placed her hand on his. He leaned forward as she closed her eyes. Their lips met and in a second she pushed him away.

“You know this can never work out between us. I am a Lupin and from a long line of Gryffindors. Your father and fellow Slytherins will never give us a moment’s rest,” she hastily said.

“Well they don’t have to know. No one has to know,” he replied with an evil smirk.

“Well then, I guess we can work,” she whispered, “if only for a little while.”

~End Flashback~

Thomas closed the book in disgust. *My mother kissed Draco Malfoy. Hell, she dated him. How could she be with him!* he thought as he tried to process the new information. He placed the book back in its hiding spot and promptly fell into a deep slumber.