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A FAMILIAR VOICE ECHOED through harlow's head. she turned around to face the source of the voice, when she recognized him she was dumbfounded. it can't be him she thought, what was he doing here? but it was him. she knew it by those sharp cheekbones that looked as if they had been chiseled into stone. she knew it from his chocolate brown hair, which was always kept perfect, not a hair was out of place. this differed from cedric's hair greatly, which always seemed to have a rogue piece of hair on his forehead. harlow's eyes met his icy grey eyes, which looked dull and lifeless.
harlow was frozen in place at the sight of tom, yet her brother stepped forward, "are you a ghost?
harlow scoffed and spoke up, "he's not a ghost, he's a person harry. that's tom."
"you know tom?" he asked his younger sister.
she blushed, "yeah, you do too?"
tom cleared his throat, "if i may interject," the twins' heads turned to him in unison, "i am a memory. preserved in a diary for fifty years."
harlow looked at him, dumbly then laughed, "you're full of shit."
"i'm not harlow, what i told you was true. i was a student at hogwarts, fifty years ago." he told her.
harlow went quiet, trying to begin to process what tom was saying. harry didn't say anything he was too busy being fixated on the diary in ginny's hand, harry placed his own hand on ginny's arm.
"she's cold as ice. you've got to help me, tom. there's a basilisk-" harry began.
"bloody hell." harlow muttered to herself in realization. if tom was a student here fifty years ago that would've meant he was there for the attacks, the time the chamber was first opened.
"it won't come until it's called." tom informed harry. he had harry's wand and was twirling it in his fingers.
"give me my wand, tom." harry ordered sternly.
"bloody hell." harlow repeated trying to process the sheer complexity that was tom riddle. harlow stumbled towards tom, feeling light headed. she wanted to lay down on the cold stone floor and fall asleep.
"you won't be needing it." tom stated.
"listen, we've got to save her!" he called out.
"harry..." harlow began quietly, "he's not going to help us."
harry turned his attention to his sister, "what? why's that?"
"your sister's right. i'm afraid i can't do that, harry. you see, as poor ginny grows weaker... i grow stronger. explained tom.
"but she's dying!" harry yelled in pure desperation.
"yes, i'm afraid so, but then, she's been in so much pain, poor ginny. she's been writing to me for months, telling me all her pitiful worries and woes. ginny poured her soul out to me. i grew stronger on a diet of her deepest fears, her darkest secrets. i grew powerful enough to start feeding ginny a few secrets, to start pouring a bit of my soul back into her..." tom grinned cruelly. "yes, harry, it was ginny weasley who opened the chamber of secrets."
