The secret - chapter 12

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As I walked with Draco and Blaise towards Defense Against the Dark Arts, I couldn't help but feel disappointed. I found the class dreadfully boring. "All we ever do is learn pointless simple stuff! We should learn true magic!" I exclaimed, trying to shake off my frustration. "I know! And Professor Quirrell is so annoying! He needs to stop with his stupid fear of everything," Draco grumbled in agreement. I nodded. Honestly, I found him quite unsettling. No one could be that scared all the time. And every time we made eye contact, something just felt...wrong. I don't know if it's just my imagination, but he seemed to always be watching me. Or, well, all the Slytherins. As we approached the classroom, I noticed that Harry, Hermione, and Ron were already there. Draco and I shared a knowing smirk before walking over to them. "Hey," I said. They ignored us, which only fueled Draco's fire. "Did your father never teach you that ignoring someone is rude Potter? Oh, right. He died before you were born," he taunted, earning an aggressive response from Harry. "SHUT UP MALFOY!" Potter yelled at us, his temper flaring up. "Looks like someone has anger issues," I said. All three of them glared at me. "What's your problem Storm?" Hermione asked. "You're my problem," I responded. Just then, Professor Quirrell ran up to us, panting. "S-sorry I'm late," he said, clearly out of breath. He quickly opened the classroom door and ushered us inside. "I a-assigned n-new seats. Pl-please find you d-desk," he stuttered nervously. We all found our seats, and I was placed next to two random Slytherins I didn't know. "Hi," I greeted them, trying to be friendly. "I'm Storm." The girl with brown hair and blue eyes looked up at me and introduced herself. "I'm Adreanna. Adreanna Riddle," she said, smiling. "Umm...Aren't you a second year?" I asked, realizing that she looked a bit too old to be in my year. "And are you related to Voldemort?" I asked. The boy who was also seated next to me looked up. He was tall, with light brown skin, brown hair, and glasses. "This is a combined class of first and second years," Adreanna explained, "And yeah, I'm related to you-know-who." I couldn't help but feel a shiver run down my spine. "Nice I guess?" I said. Then I looked at the boy. "Who are you?" I asked him. "I'm Julius Riddle. Adreanna's sister. And yeah, I'm a second year as well." I stared at them in shock. Well, more than shock. "This is a setup. I can't tell you why, it's a secret. But I just know." I said to them. They looked at me confused. They saw the urgency in my eyes so they took my seriously. "Why" Adreanna whispered back. "Trust me. There is no other way we are sitting together. This is not a coincidence." I whispered. "Silence!" Professor Quirrell stared at us. I was shocked, because the glint of fear had left his eyes. He blinked and it was back. "The t-three of y-you were talking during class. Come see me after cl-class." He stuttered. The three of us looked at each other in panic. Well, I looked and them in panic. They were just annoyed. The class seemed to take forever. I wanted to leave so bad. But I couldn't. I might be overreacting (I do that often) But I didn't trust Professor Quirrell. I didn't trust many people, because in the past many people had used me and had betrayed me. Just then, the bell rang. I froze in my seat. Then, ever so slowly, I looked up at Professor Quirrell, dreading what was to come. Comment your theory of what's going to happen next! Also what do u think the secret is? (Its kinda obvious now lol) If you guess correctly u get a shout out on my profile! :) Tysm for reading!! :D Next chapters going to be longg