Sapphire Witch - Under Editing to make it easier to read

The Diary

~Hospital Wing~

Staggering under the weight of the Library books in their arms, Harry, Y/n, and Ron make their way to Hermione's bed, which is covered in... books. Hermione: "Oh, good. Put those anywhere." They look. There is no anywhere. So, they just... drop them. Ron: "Madam Pince asked that we relay a message to you, Hermione: She'd appreciate it if you'd leave a few books for the rest of the school." Hermione: "I've got to keep up, haven't I?" Hermione's tail twitches into their view. Ron: "Is that thing ever going away?" Hermione: "Any day now, according to Madam Pomfrey. I'm just thankful I've stopped coughing up fur balls." Ron: "We all are, believe me." Hermione: "Now. What about the Chamber of Secrets? Any new leads?" Harry: "Nothing." Hermione: "And has it gotten any better? I mean... is anyone speaking to you?" Harry: "Neville asked to borrow a tubeworm in Potions yesterday. I suppose that's something." Ron takes a get-well card from under Hermione's pillow. Ron: "To Miss Granger. Wishing you a speedy recovery, from your concerned teacher Gilderoy Lockhart." Y/n: "You sleep with that under your pillow? It could rip. It could fall behind the bed. So many things could happen to it." Hermione: "Of course not. I don't know how that got there. Now go. I still have six hundred pages to read in Transformation Through the Ages."

~Second Floor Corridor~

Harry, Y/n, and Ron mount the stairs and emerge... Ron: "I know Hermione's mental, but can you believe she falls for that smarmy nonsense of Lockhart's?" They stop. Look down—a great flood of water streams from the Girls' bathroom. From within, Myrtle can be heard moaning. Harry looks like Myrtle's flooded the bathroom. As Harry sploshes off toward the bathroom, Ron steps lightly. Ron: "Yuck."

~Girl's Bathroom~

Huge, wracking moans echo off the dreary tile. All the taps are running, streaming like tiny waterfalls. As Y/n, Harry, and Ron step to the last cubicle, Myrtle spins accusingly. Myrtle: "Come to throw something else at me?" Harry: "Why would I throw something at you?" Myrtle: "Don't ask me. Here I am, minding my own business, and someone thinks it's funny to throw a book at me..." Ron: "But it can't hurt if someone throws something at you. I mean, it'd just go right through you, wouldn't it?" Myrtle: "Oh sure! 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!" Harry: "Who threw it at you anyway?" Myrtle: "I don't know. I didn't see them. I was just sitting in the U-bend, thinking about death and it fell through the top of my head." Harry sees a small black book on the floor. Y/n picks it up. Ron: "Fifty points if you can get it through her nose." Myrtle: "I HEARD THAT!" Y/n, Harry, and Ron dash out.

~Corridor~

Harry examines the book as he and Ron walk. Y/n: "This is a diary. And it's old..." It reeks of dark magic. Herpo the foul? Maybe. Could also be Voldemort. It's a fifty-fity coin toss. Ron: "It's a diary, it's old... and was most recently in a toilet, Harry." Y/n starts to open it... when Ron grabs her hand. Ron: "Are you mad? That could be cursed. Dad once told me about a book the Ministry confiscated that burned the eyes out of anyone who tried to read it." Harry: "She'll take her chances..." Y/n: (opening it) "Ahhh! MY EYES! MY EYES!" Ron freezes, terrified, when... Y/n grins, ending the ruse. At the end of the corridor, Ginny stands, looking from the diary to Y/n and Harry-- utter terror on her face. Y/n winks and gives her a flirtatious smirk. Ginny bolts off. Y/n: "Ginny! I'm sorry!" Harry: "Ginny! We were only joking --Brilliant. Even your sister thinks I'm the monster now." Ron: "Who doesn't?" Y/n smacks Ron with the toilet-dunked diary. Ron: "Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" Ron frowns suddenly. On the first page of the diary, embossed letters spell out a name: TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE. Ron: "Ton Marvolo Riddle? Hang on. I know that name..." Y/n: "So do I. He's a hald-blooded student from about fifty years ago. Pretty good-looking." The diary radiates anger. Harry looks at her. Ron: (thinking, then) "Of course! The night I had detention... My job was to polish the silver in the trophy room. I remember because I kept burping slugs all over Tom Riddle's trophy. I must have wiped slime off his name for an hour." Y/n giggles, and then fans the pages. They're empty, but Y/n could sense anger radiating off of the diary. Harry: "That's odd. He never wrote in it."

~Hospital Wing~

A gold embossed address on the back reads Waxflatter's Booksellers. 422 Vauxhall Road. Y/n and Harry sit with Hermione in the moonlit room. Hermione studies the diary curiously. Hermione: "Tom Riddle... Hm. And Ron said he won an award fifty years ago?" Y/n: "Didn't deserve it. It was a Special Services to the School." Hermione: "Fifty years ago? You're sure?" Harry: "Yes. Why?" Hermione: "Don't you remember what Malfoy told you? The last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened was --" Y/n: "Oh! I found a yearbook!" Hermione: "From?" Y/n & Harry: (Addressing the two questions) "Fifty years ago! That means --" Hermione: "Tom Riddle was here, at Hogwarts when it happened. What if he wrote about what he saw? It's possible he knew where the Chamber was, how to open it, even what sort of creature lives in it. If so, whoever's behind the attacks this time wouldn't want a diary like this lying around, would they?" Y/n: "What if he did it? Why would he write it down? Even if he did it, he would frame someone." Hermione: "Right. That's a very small percentage." Harry: "That's a brilliant theory, Hermione. With just one tiny little flaw. There's nothing written in this diary." Hermione: "It might be invisible ink. (pulls out her wand) Aparecium!" She taps the diary three times. Nothing happens. The pages remain blank. She frowns and passes the book back to Y/n. Hermione: "I don't know, Harry. But I think you should be careful with this. Something tells me Ron might be right. It could be dangerous." Harry: "You don't think I'm dangerous, do you, Hermione? I mean, you're not scared. Of me." Hermione: " I'm scared, Harry. But not of You." Y/n: "Don't worry too much. I have a few theories, but promise me you'll carry a mirror arround with you." Hermione: "Sure. Now, who was in Tom's Era?" Y/n: "Abraxas Malfoy, Walburga Black, Orion Black, Druella Rosier, Alphard Black, Armando Dippet was Headmaster. Albus Dumbledore, Head of Gryffindor. Taught Transfiguration, possible Deputy Headmaster. Galatea Merrythought taught Defense Against the Dark Arts. Herbert Beery taught Herbology. Silvanus Kettleburn; Care of Magical Creatures. Horace Slughorn, potions. Possible Head of Slytherin. Cuthbert Binns; History of Magic. Bathsheda Babbling; Ancient Runes. Ogg; Keeper of the Keys, Groundskeeper before Hagrid. Apollyon Pringle; Caretaker before Filch. Hagrid's in here too. Well befor he was expelled. Moaning Myrtle and Olivia Hornby; whom was Myrtles bully." Hermione: "Malfoy?" Y/n rolls her eyes before walking away.