A/N: Draco has some negative thoughts in this part, so please don’t read this if you’re feeling blue!
11th October 1996:
I snuck into The Three Broomsticks today by casting a Dillusionment Charm on myself. It was a bit difficult, trying to get out of the castle undetected, because the security is a million times tighter, but I managed it by creating havoc on the other side of Hogwarts, so that should keep Filch busy. I rushed to The Three Broomsticks and casted an Imperius Curse on Rosmerta (A/N.- Madam Rosmerta is the landlady of the The Three Broomsticks, which is an inn in the wizarding village of Hogsmeade, which is located near Hogwarts) and handed her the package which contained cursed necklace which I somehow managed to smuggle from Borgin and Burke’s.
I would have cast the curse tomorrow but McGonagall gave me detention because I didn’t do my Transfiguration homework twice in a row.
I hurried back to school. Thankfully, the gates were open. I hurried back to the dungeons. Parkinson was waiting for me in the common room. She asked me, “Where were you Draco?! I was worried sick!” Oh bother. Why did she had to be here?
I answered, “I was in the washroom. A bit sick.”
“Oh goodness. You seem it too. You’re getting paler.” And she was right. I had been spending so much time in the Room of Requirement, I was hardly seeing any sunlight nowadays.
“Yes, well, I’d better get to bed, you know.”
“Oh yes. Go ahead.”
I walked to the dormitory and changed and went to sleep.
12th October 1996:
I got up at 8:30 today. I dressed up and went to breakfast. I wolfed it down and went to McGonagall’s office. “Good morning, Mr. Malfoy. You will sort out the rotten mandrake leaves from the good ones.”
“Yes Professor,” I answered curtly.
It took at least 1 and a half hour. When I was done, I said, “I’m done, Professor. May I go?”
She inspected my work and said, “Yes, you may. I would like you to finish your homework when you reach your common room and hand it to me on Monday.”
I ran to the dungeons. It was nearly empty except a handful 1st and 2nd years. I sat down to complete my Transfiguration homework. It took about an hour or so. When I was finally done with the work, Zabini, Parkinson, Crabbe and Goyle came in. Parkinson had wide eyes. She said, “Bell! Bell from Gryffindor has been cursed!”
I groaned and lamented inwardly but acted surprised. “What!” I exclaimed.
“We don’t know how it happened,” she said.
“Whatever. Why didn’t you come, Malfoy?” Zabini interrogated me.
“Detention with McGonagall,” I said.
“Oh yeah, I forgot.” He replied. And the Bell matter was forgotten.
“So, what all did you do?” I asked them.
They had gone to The Three Broomsticks and Honeydukes. I just love Honeydukes. The chocolatey smell of the place makes it so good. I spent the rest of the time talking and reading.
13th October 1996:
Bell had been transferred to St. Mungo’s (A/N.- St. Mungo’s is a magical hospital). I felt guilty. It wasn’t meant for her. I have to think of something else for murdering Dumbledore. I feel terrible. I think I’ll die in the process instead of the headmaster. I want to give up. I wish I could talk to someone right now. I should write to Mother. So I pulled out a piece of parchment and wrote:
I hope you are okay. I’m sorry for not writing before. As you know, I have a lot going on. School is getting really difficult. OWLs are preferable to sixth year.
As for the other thing you know I am doing, I just want to give up. I can’t do it anymore. I want to scream and I want to shout.
Life’s getting nothing short of stressful.
I hope it isn’t the same at home.
I went to the Owlery, coaxed Comet down and tied the letter to his leg. I stood there until he was just a tiny speck in the sky.
School was as boring as ever. Just make notes and do homework. But this day was very good as compared to other days. We got homework for just 3 subjects. Coincidentally, today dinner had one of my favourites: steak and kidney pie.
I popped into the Room of Requirement and cast the spell. I had stopped bothering to check whether the cabinet was working or not because the state of the object was downright terrible.
I went to the dorm and practiced Occlumency and fell asleep without even changing my clothes. It’d been a very good day in a long time.
Written by Snigdha Tiwari