CLOVER DIGGORY!
"Go on, jump in darling." Mother spoke, my eyes blinded by the bright sun, making her face a blur. I could see her long dark locks and tall figure, a smile etched on her beautiful face. She interlaced our fingers and brought me to the edge of the rocks, her fingers soft and warm on my cold skin.
I turned back to face the azure waves, crashing on the rocks in front of me. The sun setting on the horizon, the sky filled with splashes of pinks and oranges. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever witnessed.
A boat was floating over the waves in the distance. A boy was sat at the front, who had the same hair as mother and me, steering the strange contraption around. He waved over to us and mother waved back, the wind blowing her hair over her face, making it even harder to recognise her.
I jumped into the water, the sudden coldness creating a strange feeling on my body but I slowly got used to it. Mother jumped in straight after, wrapping me in her arms as we swam through the deep waters.
I looked at her and her face wasn't there, just her hair and her body. Her face was missing, this made me begin to swim away from her, to the boat.
The boy in the boat had dark hair too but was missing his face. I dipped my head into the water trying to swim away from the both of them but I felt arms grab me again. "don't go swimming away from me, sweetheart. It's dangerous." She murmured, pulling me to the surface.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a creature swimming in the distance, it came closer and closer. Until it was under my feet, it's head brushed against them. I whimpered and turned back to my mother who had now disappeared, I was alone, stranded in the ocean not a thing in sight except the creature, the creature which was now watching me eagerly, it's eyes darkening as it looked at me, pulling me down to the deepest depths of the water.
MATTHEO RIDDLE !
My head hit the bed frame as I woke up from my peculiar slumber, panting breaths escaping my dry lips. I looked around the room, there was no one around, obviously. But I could still feel the coolness of the water that splashed against my skin. I could still feel the heat from the rays of the sun hitting me.
The dream felt like a memory somehow, like it was something that had happened to me in the past and my mind was replaying it. But then it turned into something different, a memory that wasn't complete. The woman in the dream had no face and it didn't feel like it was finished when it ended. However, the child's face was filled in and she looked so very familiar, like someone I had met before but I couldn't quite remember. She was an adorable child, I'm not really a baby person but she was different, her dark eyes somehow made me feel some kind of attachment to this girl.
But, this wasn't my memory, I don't know who that woman or that small girl was, I don't ever remember going on a boat trip with a woman and her daughter. I felt as if the room was spinning as I tried to replay the images in my mind, the creature, the woman, the child. It all felt too unfamiliar. A huge headache consumed me as I pulled myself out of the bed, the clock showed that the time was about 5:00 am. I needed to have a walk and maybe speak to some people about this strange memory.
My mind was racing with questions and thoughts as to why I got this dream.
Why was I getting someone else's memory in my dream?
Did someone put it into my head on purpose?
Is the person to who this memory belongs in danger?
CLOVER DIGGORY !
A memory came back to me last night, a beautiful memory, with my mother. Whom I miss ever so much. The memory obviously wasn't complete as it ended strangely and their faces weren't actually there.
I lay there for a few minutes and all I could think about was my mother. How close I was to her in my mind, how her arms encompassed me perfectly, how our hair was so similar.
But who was the boy? Was he a brother, a cousin? He also had the same hair, dark hair with curls, I guess it ran through the family.
Cathy was back in the dormitory now, after being in the infirmary for a few days her arm was finally better. I heard quiet snores coming from her bed, she must've been in a very deep sleep as I had never heard her snore before.
I had woken up early, 5:00 am, which is strange for me as I always wake up the latest I possibly can but I really wanted to just go for a walk, I had a headache so I thought the best thing to do was to walk it off.
There wouldn't be any students around at this hour, which was a plus, so I wouldn't bump into anyone that I didn't want to see...like Draco and pansy.
I slipped on a sweatshirt over my pyjama shirt as it was very cold at the moment and I didn't want to freeze while going on the walk. But my legs were completely exposed and for a second I felt like covering them but I really couldn't be bothered. As I walked over to the door, I felt an odd pain on my shoulder, it felt like a pinch, a very strong, painful pinch. I decided to ignore it and opened the door.
I peeked my head down the corridors of the girls' dormitories, there were no students, as I had hoped, so I walked through them. I peered through some of the doors to the other dorms and there were girls collapsed on the floor with boys, with drinks in their hands, girls chatting to each other, boys and girls making out. It was exactly how you'd expect Slytherin girls dormitories to be like.
I went down the stairs into the common room and bumped into another boy with dark curls, but a very tall one. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a black shirt, a huge smile on his face as he examined me in my half-asleep state "what are you doing walking around at this hour?" He questioned, towering over me as he leaned on the wall just beside us.
"I could ask you the same thing."
MATTHEO RIDDLE !
Her voice was soft but groggy as she spoke, seeing her face again made me feel happy, oddly, but I was confused as to why she was out so early in the morning. Well, I was out early in the morning too, so I could understand why she said that. She was wearing a huge Slytherin sweatshirt and short pyjama shorts showing her long beautiful legs. Her hair was a mess, falling completely over her face and she moved it to the side showing her dark eyes once again. I felt lost in my thoughts as I looked at her, a trance-like state washing over me.
I looked into her eyes and they opened a memory in my mind. The dream, her eyes, just like the little girl. So very similar to that beautiful child swimming in the transparent water, but now an older more defined girl.
Was this her memory? Was she the girl and was the woman her mother?
CLOVER DIGGORY !
He didn't speak back, he seemed lost in his thoughts as he looked at me. The smile faded away from his face now replaced with his emotionless state. "Mattheo?" I muttered softly, he shook his head and the smile appeared on his face again.
"I was going for a walk actually, now tell me what you're doing."
"I was going for a walk too, I had a peculiar dream and a bad headache. So I felt it would be nice to go for a walk."
"headache?" He said, confusion on his face.
"yes, I think I may have seen a memory. But like it wasn't complete, what could that mean?"
"memory? Wait I had a strange dream too. I have to go speak to Snape about something actually, could you tell me what this memory of yours was about?" He asked, I wasn't sure whether to tell him or not as my dreams were private, but the look on his face made me feel as if I should tell him. He leaned closer to me, I could feel his body heat radiating from him and a strong scent of expensive cologne surrounding me.
"well, my mother was in it and we were at some kind of lake or the sea or something. I was swimming around in the water and there was a boat in the distance, a boy sat on it who looked like a brother or a cousin, but the strange thing was that neither my mother nor the boy had faces so this made me realise it wasn't complete." I said, his eyes widened and he scratched his head weirdly like he was nervous.
"That's....interesting. Well, I've got to go now, bye-bye." He murmured, sketchiness all over him as he turned and walked away, quickly going through the common room but just as he was about to leave I grabbed his wrist. He turned his head to face me then down to where I was touching him.
"Miss me already?" He taunted, biting his lip as his eyes found mine once again. I let go of his wrist then said, "why do you have to speak to Snape?"
"why is it any of your business?" He hissed, rubbing his finger over where I had grabbed his wrist, then looked back at me, "I might tell you, later. But right now, I need to go, I have matters to attend to. And don't go grabbing my wrist, that's my thing."
This time he opened the door and I let him leave, what could he mean by 'matters to attend to'? With Snape? What matters could Snape possibly help him with?
I turned around and rolled my eyes as I saw Draco Malfoy infront of me. He was in completely black pyjamas and a smirk formed on his face as he eyed me"no need to roll your eyes, missus. I'd like to speak with you, in private."
"what do you want to talk about?"
"hmm you'll see in a moment, won't you?" He said, grabbing my wrist and taking me down some stairs, to his dorm. I began to feel frightened as we entered the empty room, he had his own room as he was a prefect or something.
His room was decorated with black and green decorations, an aroma of green apples being made by all the scented candles around the room. His room was very neat compared to mine, which made sense, he seemed like a neat person.
He sat down on the bed and patted the space next to him, I sat down on the comfy mattress, sinking in slightly. I had to admit he was quite charming, but what he had done the other day made me nervous to be in a room alone with him, especially a bedroom.
"so...I've heard you and Mattheo are getting closer." He remarked, placing his hands on his thighs.
"where did you hear that?"
"I saw you two just now, his eyes when you touched him. He likes you, can't you see?" He murmured, a blush crept upon my cheeks but then I realised something.
"This is for the game isn't it? I don't believe you." I hissed, crossing my arms as I lay back on the bed.
"I'm being honest, he's never liked anyone before so maybe he isn't showing it very well. It's been put into his mind that it's impossible for him to love or be loved." Draco said, laying on the bed next to me. I still didn't believe him, that didn't make sense. I turned to him and his grey eyes were much softer than the other day, more...genuine.
"Are you his personal matchmaker or something, Draco?" I asked and a low chuckle escaped his lips as he moved a bit closer to me.
"hmm, you could say that." He uttered, a smile on his face. I was actually enjoying my time with the blonde boy until the door opened. Theo entered the room, a look of confusion on his face as he saw the two of us lying on the bed together. He gave Draco a cold stare before looking at me, an angered look covering his face.
"what's happening in here?" He wondered, glaring at Draco.
"we're having a conversation."
"In your bedroom?" He growled, walking over to the bed.
"It's not like that...this is the only private place I could think of. And anyway we were talking about, you know what." Draco said the 'you know what' a bit quieter, I looked at the open door and Mattheo looked at the door then back at me.
"you were just talking, right Diggory?" Riddle looked at me darkly as I got off the bed.
"hmm?" I barely heard what he said, "oh yeah, of course."
Draco just sat there watching us awkwardly as we left the room.
Mattheo closed the door behind us and stood infront of me, the angered look slowly leaving his face as he moved his hand towards my face. He placed his thumb below my chin and pulled it up slightly to look at him and examined my face. The sudden cold touch was a bit of a shock to me but I brushed it off slightly as his eyes bored into mine," he didn't touch you, did he?" He asked in a soft tone, still looking over every part of my face. He finally looked at my chin, rubbing his finger over it tenderly, his touch creating a weird feeling in my stomach.
"there's a mark on your chin." He spoke, "Where is this from?"
"Oh it was probably from the other day, you know in the corridors with Draco."
"would you like me to speak to him? I can get him to stay away from you if you'd like."
"no, it's fine. What happened with Snape?" I asked as he let go of my face, scratching his head once again, maybe this was his body language showing that he's nervous.
"I can't tell you, well I can soon, but not right now. You can go speak to him yourself, but he probably won't tell you either. I don't really understand it myself exactly."
"well, it can wait, I guess," I muttered, feeling a bit melancholy that maybe Mattheo knew something about my mother.
"It's going to be hard keeping it from you, but it's essential I do. Or something bad could happen."
I nodded then began to walk off. As I reached the stairs I heard footsteps behind and his hand grabbed my wrist. I turned around and his eyes looked somewhat guilty, "By the way, if you think I know who your mother is, I don't. Maybe these memories of yours will grow and you'll begin to fill in the gaps. The thing Snape told me is actually very different and has nothing to do with her if that is what your thinking." He said I felt kind of relieved that it wasn't about my mother but what could it actually be about?
He let go of my wrist and turned around going back to Draco's room. I walked up the stairs straight back to my dorm, getting prepared for the long day ahead of me, the memory of my mother still rushing through my head. Making me feel loved for the first time in a while, knowing that I had a mother made me forget everything about the game. Only positive thoughts were now in my mind.
"I love you mother," I muttered to myself as I lay back on my bed.
I never thought that a memory could make me rethink my past.