A Secret Curse | Yandere Hogwarts

--memories

Dear Diary,

I wish everyone would|

I wish ever|

I wish |

I wish for peace.|

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Y/n never did see Hermione since that day. It was like she disappeared from her life.

It wasn't like she left the school for good, since her presence was well known to everyone around. Even the teachers talk about her in other classes.

She just wasn't there in Y/n's life anymore.

Her eyes scanned the words on her book with a bored expression. She leaned her head on her right hand as the teacher continued to talk about the lesson.

The talking seemed to be a blur to her, as everything that happened seem to intrude her mind. Even her past memories.

She held her head in frustration, recalling everything.

"Y/n." A faded, yet familiar voice called out. The voice was thunderous and deep despite calling out her name.

The young 13 year old girl looked up to see a man that stood before her.

His black hair was tousled back, neatly combed as strands of hair was covering parts of his eyes. Though, it can never cover up the bright emerald it held. One of the features Y/n wished she had gotten from her father was the color of his eyes.

To everyone, it would look like normal green eyes.

But if you looked closer, you can get the actual detail of the color. His eye-color held a mixture of brown and red that caressed his black pupil, mixing in perfectly with the lightest shade of green that colored his eyes.

Whenever he stared into your eyes, it was like the colors were moving around his pupil, forming a slow circle.

It was hypnotizing to look at, but could make a person nauseous by the slow pace.

Y/n slowly found herself following the pace of the moving colors of her dads eyes, following how it never went to a different direction.

Suddenly, the pace stopped. The brown and red colors that seemed to be mixed in with the green darkened as the green overpowered, making a visible grey color invading the tips of the eyes. The light shade of emerald suddenly became dark, forming into a now much darker shade. No circular movement was found as D/n's stare was forged into a glare.

Even with his prettiest eye-color can turn into something terrifying.

"You have never failed to disappoint me. What a pity." He commented, his arms crossed on his chest.

The harsh words escaped his lips, yet Y/n was not surprised. Who could be surprised if this was an everyday thing?

It was a rare moment that D/n was ever home. The dreaded moment.

"I-"

"Don't speak, and I promise that you will get a lesser punishment."

Y/n shuddered at the memory, averting her eyes towards her teacher who kept on talking. Students heads were lowered as pencils moved by their hands, indicating they were writing.

Why was I in trouble again?

"Yes, father."

Y/n felt her breath quicken.

I can't remember.

"-Which I would think that Y/n would know the answer." A voice said, making the voices fade away.

An barely audible gasp left Y/n, eyes widening.

Heads of students turned to meet Y/n's stiff figure, making the h/c girl clench her legs. Silence filled the room as the only sound that she could hear was the faint sound of her heartbeat.

Y/n could only stare at the multiple eyes as her state became weaker. All she could see were eyes judging her as she sat, nobody there to help her.

"Well?" She heard.

"Aren't you going to be a good girl, and answer the question Y/n?" Her fathers deep voice spoke, as Dumbledore stood before them.

Y/n's small figure flinched upon his voice, making her eyes flicker upon the bearded smiling man.

"..."

"..."

"I.."

".. Don't know, ma'am." She answered honestly, lowering her head in embarrassment. Her lips pressed together in a thin, shaky line that seemed to stop her from letting a tear out.

"Oh, and why is that?"

The old-judging tone of the teachers voice seemed to make Y/n annoyed. She was trying to play smart with her.

She loathe people who did that.

"She wasn't paying attention to you ma'am. I think it's pretty damn obvious." A voice interrupted her train of thoughts, making her eyes widened.

The professor who shifted her attention towards the voice made an exhausted sigh, pushing up her gray glasses closer to her eyes.

"Malfoy, please don't speak when not given the permission too."

"I have the right. It's a freedom of speech."

Draco, who was looking unaffected at the teacher's words leaned back on his chair as his arms crossed. The dark-grey eyes held a neutral color as he only stared back into the eyes of the older one.

The Professor seemed to be in a silent rage as she stomped her body to face him fully, eyes held into a darker color. Multiple eyes landing on his figures in amusement. Even his goons were confused on why he was protecting Y/n.

The girl who got on his nerves.

"I can send you to Dumbledore, Draco. I would suggest you to not talk back, and mind your own business."

"I don't give a fuck what you do, I'll just tell my father about your horrible teaching skills. Maybe you'd fit better as a cashier in a muggle grocery store." He insulted harshly, his glare intensifying with a dark aura.

"Drac-"

"You snotty Slytherin! Always causing nonsense around my classroom, thinking you are the king of this place! I'm sick and tired of you and your shitty behavior. Get the fuck out of this classroom if you are going to keep on bothering me!" The Professor yelled, veins popping from her forehead as she held up her wand in a defensive manner. Her crinkly face was colored with light red, indicating she was pissed off.

Every student gasped at the way the teacher held her wand tightly in her hand. Even Y/n stifled a surprised noise.

Silence filled the room once again after the teachers outburst, only heavy breathing from the Professor was heard.

The white-haired student can only seize his eyes at the teacher, his smirk even wider than it was. His expression held pure amusement.

"Finally showed your true colors, eh? I knew you always hated people who are in the Slytherin house." As soon as his words left his mouth, the doors bursted open. The gust of wind swishing towards the classroom as Professor Mcgonagall stepped inside.

The look on her face said it all.

"Professor. I need you to come with me."

Everybody in the classroom was filled with shock.

Only one person remained as calm as a sadistic person would be.

Oh Y/n.

"This is all your fault."

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this book will have 33 chapters <3