❛ASTERIA EDWARDS was your average, typical eleven-year-old child stuck in a pandemic with her mother Isabella Diggory until she found out where she truly came from.. and where she truly belonged...❜
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harry potte...
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"Do you know anything about the Chamber of Secrets?" Harry wrote, his hands shaking with nervousness.
He was writing in a black diary he found in the girls' bathroom; the same one where Hermione had brewed the Polyjuice Potion in.
And now she was petrified too..
First Ria, and then Hermione.
He was now even more desperate to get to the root of the problem.
The petrification of Ria had raised many questions.
She was, for a short time, assumed to be the Heir of Slytherin. Now that she was petrified, it was proved she wasn't. Not that Harry believed her to be, anyway.
The reason why she was petrified also wasn't clear. Didn't McGonagall say Salazar Slytherin wanted to get rid of the Muggle-borns? Ria wasn't a Muggle-born, she was a Half-blood.
Something didn't sit right..
"Of course I know about the Chamber of Secrets." The words in the diary brought him back to reality. It belonged to a student named Tom Riddle.
"In my day, they told us it was a legend, that it did not exist. But this was a lie. In my fifth year, the Chamber was opened and the monster attacked several students, finally killing one. My friend and I caught the person who'd opened the Chamber and he was expelled."
"But the headmaster, Professor Dippet, ashamed that such a thing had happened at Hogwarts, forbade us to tell the truth. A story was given out that the girl had died in a freak accident. They gave us a nice, shiny, engraved trophy for our trouble and warned us to keep our mouths shut. But I knew it could happen again. The monster lived on, and the one who had the power to release it was not imprisoned." Riddle's reply came, his handwriting untidier and hasty.
"It's happening again now. There have been three attacks and no one seems to know who's behind them. Who was it last time?" Harry hurriedly wrote, almost knocking off the ink bottle in the process.
"I can show you, if you like," Riddle replied. "You don't have to take my word for it. I can take you inside my memory of the night when I caught him."
Harry hesitated, his quill loosely gripped into his hand. What did Riddle mean by taking him inside his memory?
He saw the letters scribbled on the page. "Let me show you."
His mind travelled back a few days.. when he found Ria still on the floor. Like always, he had been blamed for it. Argus had found him first. He had tried explaining, but it hadn't made a difference.
He looked back at Tom's words. This was his chance to know..
Harry took a deep breath before gripping his quill. "OK."
