Head pounding I lay on my bed in the Hufflepuff bedroom. The feeling of my skull practically vibrating with the beat of my heart wasn't capable of containing my anger.

Tom had made things personal. I couldn't have given less of a shit about Voldemort before, but now I was well and truly pissed. Making it all the more galling that I wouldn't be able to do anything for a while.

Looking out of the window at the snow covered grounds of the castle I wondered how December had come so fast.

The attack on Azkaban was planned out and couldn't wait, not even for my revenge against the diary.

"Ron are you feeling well enough to practice dueling?" Wayne had spent a few days being sad and then as if a fire ignited within his soul started badgering me about our self-defense club.

I had been forced to decline for the last three days due to my abyssal physical condition, but I felt mostly alright now, good enough to supervise at least.

Breath in, breath out.

Nodding I stood up sending a jolt through my mind, I mentally sneered at the pain, this was nothing compared to how it had been immediately after my splinter reattached itself to me.

"Get Susan." Seeing him hesitate I sighed, Susan had entered a state of depression. I was unable to help her due to my ailing health and Wayne was not really being empathic enough to deal with her, so we hadn't been able to spend much time with her in the last few days.

The door clicked shut as Wayne left, my headache decreased as I walked towards our club room distracting myself by creating a hellish training regime.

Having just finished up the dummies used to practice some offensive spells on, I heard the door open, turning around I saw my remaining female friend standing there listlessly with deep bags under her eyes, looking more like a corpse than a living human.

Her eyes were very alive though, and also very very angry.

"What is this, she hasn't even been petrified for three days and you're already ignoring the fact she ever existed!" Throat hoarse from crying she still shouted at me pretty loudly.

Walking over to her I noticed how her fists were clenched together and the droplets of blood running down her fingers.

I think she was confused by me not having an answer to her anger so she didn't stop me as I gently unclenched her fists and pulled her into a hug.

Her unwashed red hair pressing into my cheek and her hands trying to free her from my grip.

One of my problems was that when I became angry I stopped showing as much emotion, mine was a cold rage, lacking the explosiveness of other men.

I moved my lips to her ear and whispered in what I hoped was a despairing voice.

"It’ll be okay, everything will be alright. Expect for the person who did this, for them, nothing will be alright, ever again.” At my words the waif in my arms started a series of heart wrenching sobs.

I picked her up princess style and carried her to the couch.

Sitting down on it I let her body rest on mine as she wept.

Mentally sighing I wondered what it was about me and making women cry.

Hearing the door opening again I looked to Wayne and raised my eyebrow, silently asking why Susan had arrived before him.

"She told me she wanted to speak to you in private." He said.

The body pressed against mine sniffled a bit and sat up.

"I was just so angry at you Ron, one of our best friends gets petrified and you just act like you don't care, hiding in your bed for three days. I guess I wanted to scream at you, but I just didn't know what to say."

Taking her hand in mine I reassured her that I was there for her and turned to Hopkins.

"Come over, group hug." It was a testament to how well he was trained that he just walked over to us and let us embrace him.

After we were done, simply relaxing my friends started speaking.

"We're sorry," at my quizzical look Wayne continued," You've been trying to teach us how to fight for three months now, we never really took it seriously, we apologize." Looking at the way his brown eyes tried to express his remorse reminded me of a kicked puppy.

"I will accept your apology if you actually learn properly now." My friends exchanged a look and spoke simultaneously.

"Don't worry we will."

Creepy.

Dark diaries dastardly deeds

A powerful destroyed dark artefact has been brought before the auror corps of the ministry by Albus Dumbledore.

Taking the form of a diary, the ministry experts were able to confirm it was the cause of Muggleborns Hermione Grunger's ( for more information go to page 7) petrification, stopping the closure of Hogwarts, the standing of which was highty perilous after the death of one student, Butt Barmy.

How the thing still dripping vile magic four days after its destruction was able to petrify someone still boggles everyone’s mind.

I didn't read any further, apparently Tom Riddle petrifying someone right after a death had occurred, made Dumbledore feel threatened enough with the closing of his school that he actually got off his ass and did something.

Wondering why he hadn't done so in the books, I looked past my friend’s enraged faces and glanced at the man sitting at the staff table.

There probably never was going to be a person capable of understanding the powerful wizard.

Letting my gaze sweep over the rest of the still subdued great hall I noticed that Luna Lovegood was missing confirming my suspicion of her having been the carrier of the diary.

Not important at all indeed.