Neville Longbottom, the boy who lived year 2

Chapter 13

A few days had gone by and Harry, Neville and Ron were on their way to the common room.

"Have you spoken to Hermione?" Ron asked.

"She should be leaving the hospital wing in a few days. At least when she stops coughing up fur balls. Haha." Harry said.

Then Neville saw something.

"What's this?" he said.

They started to follow the water.

"Yuck!" Ron said.

"Looks like Moaning Myrtle flooded the bathroom." Harry said.

They headed to the bathroom and saw every sink on and heard Myrtle moaning.

She looked up and saw Harry, Ron and Neville.

"Come to throw something else at me?" she said.

"Why would I throw something at you?" Neville asked confused.

"Don't ask me. Here I am, minding my own business, and someone thinks it's funny to throw a book at me. . . ." she said.

"But it can't hurt you if someone throws something at you," said Ron. "I mean, it'd just go right through you, wouldn't it?"

Myrtle flew quickly to him. "Oh sure!" Ron jumped. "Let's all throw books at Myrtle, because she can't feel it! Ten points if you can get it through her stomach! Fifty points if it goes through her head!"

"Who threw it at you, anyway?" asked Neville.

"I don't know. . . . I was just sitting in the U-bend, thinking about death, and it fell right through the top of my head. Mmhmm." said Myrtle and turned around whining.

A small, thin book lay there. It had a shabby black cover and was as wet as everything else in the bathroom. Harry stepped forward and picked it up. Then he shook it a bit and tried to wet it a little bit.

Later that night Neville sat at the table looking at the diary. Then he started flipping it a little bit.

After he stopped he looked at it closely and saw a name.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle." he whispered.

Then he took out his quilt, dipped it in some ink and was about to write something when some ink fell on it and disappeared.

He flipped to another to the next page and saw nothing. Then he started to dip his quilt again.

"My name is Neville Longbottom."

Hello Neville Longbottom my name is Tom Riddle.

"Do you know anything about the Chamber of Secrets?"

Yes.

"Can you tell me?"

No.

He sighed and sat up. But then something else appeared.

But I can show you. Let me show you what happened fifty years ago.

Neville pick it up and took it closer. A few seconds later he was still in school but a different place. Then he saw someone standing there. So he started to walk over to him.

"Excuse me, can you tell me what's going on? Are you Tom Riddle? Hello can you hear me?" Neville asked but got no answer.

Then he saw Tom looking at something.

"Riddle?" someone said.

He turned around to see who it was.

"Professor Dumbledore." Tom said.

"Dumbledore?" Neville whispered.

"It isn't wise to stay out this late hour Tom." Dumbledore said.

"Yes Professor, I was just wondering, they're not really going to close Hogwarts Professor are they?"

"I understand Tom, but headmaster Dippit may have no choice."

"Would he still close it if the person responsible was caught?"

Dumbledore looked at in suspicion.

"Is there, something you wish to tell me Tom?"

"No sir, nothing."

Dumbledore looked at him suspicious again.

"Very well, off you go."

"Goodnight sir."

Then Neville followed him. They went somewhere Harry had didn't remember.

Tom opened the door and saw Hagrid open a box. "Evening Hagrid.

He slapped the box.

"I'm going to have to turn you in."

"You can't, you don't understand." Hagrid said.

"I don't think you meant to kill anyone. But monsters don't make good pets Hagrid. Now stand aside Hagrid."

"No!" he said.

"Stand aside Hagrid." Tom said again.

"No!" Hagrid said louder.

"Sesonmateriol!" he said.

Then the big spider started to run away."

"Aragog! Aragog!" Hagrid said.

"Arimia examay!" he said aiming for the spider.

Then Tom turned to Hagrid with his wand out to him. "You'll be expelled."

"Hagrid! HAGRID!" Neville yelled while he started to go back to his time.

"Whoa!" he said. 'I'm writing this down and telling them after the holidays.' he thought.