Haunted

Chapter 2



I couldn\'t sleep that night, I kept feeling as though someone was watching me. Sitting up in bed, I glanced over at Crabbe and Goyle. They were fast asleep across the room. Not a worry on their minds. Me, on other hand, I had that blasted book haunting me. It sat innocently enough on my desk, cast in a sliver of moonlight that streamed in from one of the windows. I didn\'t like it one bit. Stupid diary. I swung my feet over the side of the bed and moved to a chair at the desk. Opening the book up to the second page, I read it\'s lovely little poem over again. The handwriting was very neat, very disciplined. My name was a swirl of fine cursive in black ink. No one I know can write like that. It has an old fashion feel to it. The kind of discipline schools no longer install in their pupils. My father forced it into me at a young age. But even my handwriting wasn\'t that disciplined. The writing was also definitely fresh or it would of bled under the water in the sink like the writing on the first page. But I had the book with me all day, shoved in between my school books until I could show it to Crabbe and Goyle. I flipped through the other remaining blank pages and closed the diary. Turning it over in my hands, I looked for any other defining marks or inscriptions. Nothing, just torn leather binding where the hole had gone straight through. Sighing, I dropped the book on the desk and leaned my head in my hands. I need sleep. This stupid diary can\'t stop me from getting sleep. It\'s only a book. The pages had opened when I dropped it, page three laying open before me. I froze, noticing it had writing on it now too. That surely wasn\'t there a minute ago.


Scrawled in the same neat cursive was another slightly disturbing exerpt:



\'Lay your head down to rest.

I will be there when you sleep.

The pieces are fitting together.

Nothing is stopping me.

You will be mine soon, Draco Malfoy.\'



I leapt back from the desk, staring wide eyed at the diary. This is not right. I saw that page a second ago. It was BLANK! Something outside the window caught my eye. I tore my gaze from the book, moving to the window and squinting outside into the moonlight. Standing on the grass below was the mysterious boy from the bathrooms. He was looking back up at me with an amused expression, his dark hair moving gently in the night breeze. I recognized the Slytherin robes again, the familiar crest embroidered proudly on his chest. I knew I had seen that correctly. But how come I\'ve never seen this Slytherin before? We stared at each other for a moment, him with a slight smirk playing on his lips and myself with a mixture of quizical fear and confusion. After a moment of locked eyes, he turned away and headed towards the forest.



I swung away from the window, shouting to Crabbe and Goyle, \"Get up! Get up! Before he goes into the forest!\"



Goyle was the first on his feet, stumbling up to the window, \"Wha- What are you shouting about... who\'s going in the forest?\"



\"The guy from the bathroom!\" I cried, \"Crabbe, get over here!\"



Crabbe wasn\'t quite awake yet, rolling out of bed and rubbing his eyes as he slowly shuffled up to the window next to us.



\"You see him!\" I pointed as the boy disappeared into the shadows of the forest, \"That\'s the guy with the diary!\"



Goyle yawned, glancing out the window, \"I don\'t see anyone, Draco.\"



\"How could you not see him? He was right there!\" I cried out, confused.



\"Sorry, I didn\'t see anyone...\" Goyle eyed me, \"Are you sure you weren\'t dreaming?\"



\"I swear I was wide awake! I saw him right after I found another entry in the book!\" I pushed the book across the table to him, \"Check out page three.\"



Crabbe plopped down in the chair, \"Nuther entry? Is it more bad poetry?\"



\"Yeah, I guess so,\" I watched Goyle read it, a worried expression taking over his face.



He turned to me, \"This is creepier than the first one. This guy\'s gonna watch you sleep?\"



\"I don\'t know...\" I sighed, \"What\'s even more strange is I looked at that page a second before and it was blank. Then I closed the book and opened it again, there it was.\"



Goyle frowned, \"It\'s enchanted somehow. Did you get a better look at the guy this time?\"



\"Yeah, as much as I could in the moonlight,\" I sat on the edge of my bed, \"Tall, dark hair, dark eyes, almost as handsome as myself...\"



Crabbe rolled his eyes and snorted from his seat at the chair, \"You really think you\'re hot shit?\"



\"Why, yes, I do,\" I smiled, \"That\'s what all the ladies tell me.\"



\"Was there anything else?\" Goyle continued, \"How about the robes?\"



\"Definitely Slytherin, I could see the patch on the chest as clear as day,\" I sighed, \"But I\'ve never seen this guy before.\"



\"I\'ll check with Snape in the morning, see if there are any new transfer students we don\'t know about,\" Goyle closed the diary, \"I bet it\'s just some weirdo new guy messing with you.\"



\"I hope so,\" I sighed, \"It\'s starting to freak me out a bit.\"



\"Yeah,\" Crabbe grumbled, \"And it\'s messing with my sleep. Can I go back to bed now?\"



We all crawled back into our beds. I lay awake, repeating a part of the entry over an over in my head. \'Lay your head down to rest. I will be there when you sleep.\' What if they were there, waiting in a shadow until I fell asleep. I remembered the boy in the moonlight, he hadn\'t appeared that menacing. He somehow gave me the feeling of an old friend, like I should remember who he is but I don\'t. I\'ve never seen this Tom guy before. And, personally, I don\'t look forward to ever seeing him again.



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Breakfast came too soon. I had finally fallen asleep after hours of laying awake. Running on only three hours of sleep, I was awoken again by Goyle telling me it was breakfast time. Now I sat at Slytherin\'s table, prodding at a mound of hash browns and wishing I was still asleep in my dorm. I remember having the most wonderful dream about the Dark Lord taking over the school. I hadn\'t wanted to wake up from that. Ever. Crabbe sat beside me, munching away on everything within grasping distance. That boy has no table manners what so ever. Goyle had gone off somewhere. I found myself scanning the Slytherin table for Tom. All the usual familiar faces were there, but not his. I had the diary with me, just in case another eerie entry popped up during the day. Crabbe eyed me as I picked up the tattered diary and opened it at the table.



\"Is it a good idea to have that thing out during breakfast,\" he whispered, spraying my arm with specks of food.



\"Could you refrain from covering me with your pre-chewed toast and slobber,\" I wiped off my arm and skimmed through the first three pages again, finding the fourth one still blank.



Crabbe leaned over my shoulder, \"Nothing new?\"



\"Nope,\" I closed the book, \"No more awful poetry for me this morning.\"



\"Bad news,\" Goyle came up behind us and took a seat next to me, \"There\'s no new transfer student. I just asked Snape.\"



I frowned, \"Lovely. Now what?\"



He shrugged, taking a sip of his orange juice, \"I had an idea, but it\'s kind of silly.\"



\"I\'m waiting,\" I pushed my hash browns away, having successfully been grossed out by Crabbe\'s table manners once again.



\"Alright,\" Goyle grabbed the book from me, opened it to the blank fourth page, and took out a quill pen.



\"Hey!\" I tried to grab it back, \"What are you doing!\"



\"I\'m writing my own awful poetry before \'Tom\' can fill this page,\" Goyle started scribbling something out : \'Roses are red, Violets are Blue, Draco is a fairy, And so are you\'.



\"Oh, that\'s just lovely-\" I started. I was interrupted by Goyle gasping. The letters were disappearing off the page.



\"Is that trick ink?\" Crabbe asked, watching the page go blank.



\"No, it\'s my quill I use every day,\" he eyed the book, \"That was a little freakish.\"



\"Gimme a try,\" Crabbe grabbed for the book.



I pushed his hand aside, \"I have a better idea.\" I took the diary from Goyle along with his quill, \"He gave this to me and all the entries so far are addressed to me, so how about I give it a try?\"



Goyle sat back in his chair, \"I don\'t see why not. What\'s the worst that could happen, the ink disappears?\"



I sat staring at the blank page, wondering what to write.



\"I got another bad poem....\" Crabbe cleared his throat.



\"No, I\'m not writing any poetry,\" I stopped him, \"I\'m going to ask it a question.\" I wrote in the neatest, most proper cursive I could conjure up: \'What do you want from me, Tom?\'.



I turned to Goyle, \"Basic and straight to the point.\"



\"It\'s doing something,\" Crabbe pointed out, my attention back on the page.



Ink began appearing on the paper in the familiar black scrolling cursive. I started to get excited, curious on what it would say.



\"It says \'You\' \" Goyle looked up, \"That\'s it?\"



\"You asked what it wanted from you, and he said \'You\' \" Crabbe laughed, \"I\'m telling you, this guy wants your arse.\"



\"It\'s starting to seem that way, Draco,\" Goyle snickered.



\"Let me ask another question, that one might of been too tricky,\" I started writing out my next question:


\'Was that you I saw in the bathrooms and outside last night.\'



A few seconds later, the word \'Yes\' appeared on the paper.



\"This is crazy,\" Goyle and Crabbe were leaned in close now, \"Ask it another question.\"



\"Ok, how about \'Are you a ghost\',\" I wrote beneath the last question.



A group of on lookers were circling us now. I glanced around at them and gave Goyle a worried look, snatching up the book. \"C\'mon, let\'s go somewhere where the people aren\'t so bloody nosy.\"



Crabbe and Goyle followed me out of the Great Hall and into the empty hallway.



\"Open it!\" Goyle demanded, \"I want to see what he wrote.\"



I opened the book, Goyle and Crabbe huddling around me.



Crabbe frowned after reading the last answer, looking up at me, \"This guy is a creep.\"



I read out loud the last answer, \" \'You will be mine.\' Lovely.\"



\"I don\'t like the sound of that,\" Goyle shook his head, \"He didn\'t even answer the question.\"



I began writing something else across the page: \'And what if I don\'t want to be \'yours\', Tom\'.



\"Oooo, good one,\" Goyle laughed.



The words came quickly, and a bit more sloppy this time.



\" \'You will be mine, Draco Malfoy.\' \" I read aloud, not liking the harshness of the writing one bit, \"Looks like I don\'t have a say in this.\"



More words appeared on the page: \' You don\'t.\'



I figure caught my eye as it turned down an adjacent hall and disappeared. I recognized the dark hair, shoving the book into my robes, \"It\'s him!\"



Goyle and Crabbe ran behind me as I took off down the hall, turning the corner in the hall just in time to see Tom dart through a door, \"Hurry, he\'s gone in here!\"



I opened the door, Crabbe and Goyle close behind me. We stopped in the door, the two of them knocking into me. The room was empty.



\"I saw him, I swear I did,\" I turned to my friends. They nodded, panting from the brief chase. \"You guys really need to get in shape,\" I added.



\"Ch-Check the book,\" Goyle gasped for air, leaning against the door frame.



I opened the diary, turning to page four. All of the previous writing was gone. The page was blank.



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