CHAPTER SEVEN:
THE DIARY
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DAISY HAD ALMOST FORGOTTEN ABOUT THE DIARY THEO GAVE HER.
It wasn't until she climbed into bed that night that she remembered. Reaching into her trunk — which she vowed to unpack tomorrow — she grabbed it from the bottom and chewed her lip, eyeing it.
It would be nice to write her feelings out. She'd read that journaling thoughts could help clear your head — something about physically releasing the words, but she couldn't exactly remember.
She reached back over the end of the bed and pushed aside a few items of clothing, finally spotting a quill and ink case.
"Go to bed, Dursley!" She heard someone groan, Pansy or Millicent, it sounded like, but she ignored it, closing her curtains and frowning at the darkness. She reached over to the end table next to bed and grabbed her wand.
"Lumos," she whispered, letting it sit at the end of the bed, lighting her canopy in dancing shadows.
She set the ink carton down gently on the end of the bed next to her wand, trying not to spill it, and uncapped it. Dipping her quill in it, she opened the diary up.
D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶D̶i̶a̶r̶y̶,̶
No.
G̶o̶o̶d̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶n̶i̶n̶g̶
No, that's stupid too.
Sorry, I'm new at this.
I'm more of an artist than a writer.
It's quite alright.
Daisy blinked, rubbing her eyes gently. That wasn't her handwriting. Who was that? How could they — was this a prank? But, then again, Theo wasn't the pranking type...he seemed sincere when offering the gift.
Her heart sank. Unless...it was a prank. And this was him showing his way into Malfoy's posse. No, that was a stupid thought. Right?
Are you pranking me?
What gave you that impression? This is my journal.
No. It isn't. It was a gift to me.
Is your name also Tom Marvolo Riddle, then?
If that's the case, a pleasure to meet you.
Hang on, sorry, you're Tom Riddle? The one on the cover?
But then how come you're in a journal?
Is this some sort of two-way magic diary?
Intelligent guess.
It's similar, but not quite.
I can explain later, quite boring magic, really.
Very complicated.
I can keep up.
I believe that.
Why should I confess my secrets to one who hasn't given their name?
Oh.
My apologies.
Sorry, I didn't expect you to be...alive?
Are you the journal or a person?
Or a memory?
Or someone on the other end?
How do you work?
YOU ARE READING
DURSLEY ― harry potter
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