While Harry was changing he kept hearing small whispers, it was very faint. So he tried to ignore it.
Trying to fall asleep, he opened his eyes and looked over at the radiator. Where a black leather book laid, the same one he found in Moaning Myrtles bathroom. Staring at it he sighed as he sat up from his warm bed, pulling his covers off him he pulled a red jumper over his head and got up. Slipping his now dry shoes on, he walked over to the radiator and grabbed the now dry book.
He slowly walked down the stairs, making sure to not wake anyone up. He put the book on the counter and pulled a chair up to sit by the counter. Grabbing a quill and ink pot, he inspected the book. Looking for any clues to who it might belong to, flipping it over he looked at the writing on the front of the leather book.
"Tom.Marvolo.Riddle..."
He mumbled raising a brow, who could that be? Flipping through the pages, he noticed that it was all blank.
Grabbing his quill, he dipped it in his ink pot. Raising it above the paper, about to write something in it. But when some ink fell on the paper....It vanished a second later. Shocked and intrigued he dipped his quill into more ink and wrote a greeting.'My name is Harry Potter'
Afew seconds later it disappeared, but something else appeared on the paper.
'Hello Harry Potter, My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle'
His eyes widened in shock, is this book alive!? Putting his quill down.
He leaned back in his chair and took a minute or two to try and figure out what the hell was going on, as if he was dreaming. Taking a deep breath he nodded slightly, sitting up on his seat. Grabbing the quill he decided to ask the mysterious book afew questions.........And so it began...
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__________________Hey Guys Its La-Lloyd!!
Been...Quite awhile since i last posted, and i know its a short chapter. But the next chapter will continue this scene, i just couldn't finish it at the moment, but i wanted to post a new chapter to try and get rid of your boredom- im kidding, i bet you guys read really good stories🤣😍👏🏻👏🏻
But this isn't the only reason I've posted, as you all know. When posting, drawings, pictures, your own writing and ideas. You get people who don't enjoy it. I have had someone tell me that my grammer and writing is horrendous
I understand that you don't like my story, but i would rather not be told. Like i know my grammer isn't the best, i know my ideas don't always make sense. But the one thing that i can't stand, is when i see people correcting the writers mistakes. It just makes me feel awful, and im sure they feel abit down knowing that, cause everyone wants their writing to be perfect. Im obviously not gonna listen to this person, and yes this was on one of my stories. But i ask you, please don't try and find out who this is and start a fight in pm, i took out the name and pfp for a reason.
So please don't hate on them, yes they probably are right. My writing probably is horrendous, but im only fourteen. I haven't even started my GCSE's, i haven't even told any of my classmates or teachers i have this account. Not even my parents know.But i write cause its fun, and reading others stories just motivates me to do more. I wasn't even looking for people to like my stories when i started, my first book 'The Childhood they Lost' i was only writing it because it made me feel happy. But now someone wants to continue it, people also ask me sometimes if they can translate my stories and post it on their own account. And im so so so honored!! I would say, if you don't like my story then don't read it, don't criticize my work and act like you're all high and might cause you might be older tham me. But i feel bad thinking that.
All i wanna say is, you shouldn't correct someones writing that they worked on for who knows how long. Im always told to think before i speak, and yes sometimes things do slip. But i really try not to, its much easier online instead of in person.
Thank you!💖💘
Anyways, Bye Ninjas!!
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