Chapter 5

Instructions

Chapter 5 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "What are you doing here?" A familiar voice drawls. I turn around... Malfoy. "I could ask you the same question." I raise an eyebrow. "Hm. I was thinking." He answers. "I wasn't aware that you could think." I reply casually. He flushes a pink tinge. "Besides, don't you have a duel to attend to? Or are you a coward, like everyone thinks you are?" I add coldly. This is why I'm not in Hufflepuff, I suppose. They're happy, cheerful, and encouraging. Slytherin is not. I am not. "I'm not a coward, I set up a trap for Potter, and he fell for it." He sounds slightly angry. I'm angry, though I know it's useless. "You really are a coward, you know that? There's a reason you're not in Gryffindor, or Ravenclaw. Harry's smart, he won't go. So if you think you're a genius, you're wrong." I see the hurt in his eyes. I feel vicious, and terrible at the same time. "You're a scumbag, you know that? You claim to be so much better than everyone else, but you're really just-" He slaps me on the cheek. My face feels hot, and it stings with pain. What have I done? I'm not supposed to hurt people, and yet, I hurt him. All I can do is stare at him. "You will never speak to me that way again, understood? Never." His voice trembles with anger, his eyes flaring. I back up a step. "Filch is going to catch them, and then they'll be expelled. If you're stupid, then you'll go after them. If you're smart, you'll keep your mouth shut." I shake my head, then run out the common room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Malfoy tricked you... tipped him off." I hear Hermione Granger say. Curious, I turn around the corner. Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Neville Longbottom are all standing there. I walk over and hiss, "What are you //doing// here? I thought you were better than that!" Harry looks furious, like he wants to punch me, and I don't blame him. The feeling is mutual. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Letter (Sorry, I kinda skipped this part): My dear Autumn, I hope you are enjoying Hogwarts. You forgot to take the owl out of your room, honey. Here at home, everything is fine. I just want to tell you that the next time you come home, I'll tell you something that might... Love, Mom Might what? She just... ended there? There's a picture int he envelope. A picture. Of her and I together. She has curly silvery blond hair, and pear green eyes. She doesn't look like me at all. Is she really my mother? I shake my head. Ridiculous. Just a ridiculous thought.