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"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" THE LOUD booming voice of Cora Black echoes through the portrait of the Gryffindor common room. She reveals herself with two ginger boys following behind her like bodyguards.
The wrath of the girl sent chills to everyone as she looked around searching for the one boy. Finally spotting him hiding himself behind a quite large book. Cora strolls up to him pulling down his book so she could see his face.
"What were you doing in the hallways at night!? The same time where mrs Norris was killed? Hmm?" She slams her hands on the table like she's interrogating him.
"Of course you're accusing me too now—" he gets cut off by Cora.
"No what? Of course not! I'm saying that it would have been dangerous for you to be out that time where a bloody cat was killed. You might have gotten hurt harry!" She says grabbing his hands checking to see if he's ok.
"Oh yeah um i-i was with professor lockhart," the scarred boy says, going red from embarrassment.
Cora's shoulders slump in relief.
"So you weren't roaming around the hallways like an absolute idiot?"
Cora seems to forget she herself roams around the hallways like an absolute idiot.
Harry shakes his head almost immediately.
"Good, just don't get in trouble or hurt. Promise?" She takes her pinkie out for him to conjoin with his.
"Promise,"
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It's been a month since that incident and so much has happened. Like successfully having hold of the Tom riddle diary. I have just arrived at the library and thrown all my stuff on to a random table. I sit on a desk and open the diary. Empty.
This doesn't make sense. Who would keep an empty diary? Especially since a 12 year old girl has kept it. There has to be something written in here, anything.
I grab a quill and dip it into ink pot and write.
"Dear diary, this is my first time writing in this book,"
A pounding in my head makes its way around it.
The excess ink drops on the paper as I see something appearing on the paper. The pain in my head thickens as I grab my head, on the verge of tears.
The pain is surreal and hurting most in one area. Where my strip of white hair is placed.
After I see the words on the diary I look down to my right to see yellow—
"Hello, my name is Tom riddle. Nice to meet you."
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"Cora! Ginny! Wake up! Please don't be dead, please dont be dead." The pleading voice of Harry entered my ears. I blink open my eyes to see him.
"Harry..what am I doing here.. what's going on," I say, rubbing my head as I look around to see a passed out Ginny beside me. The last thing I saw before I passed out was yellow eyes..of a snake—
"The girl wasn't supposed to wake.." a voice in the distance spoke.a scramble up to my feet looking for my wand in my pockets. Shit.
"Stay behind me harry!" Pushing the messy haired boy behind me. I see the person come into light. A boy. A slytherin one. A name immediately pops into my head.
"Is she dead!?" I ask worryingly.
"Close enough," the person replies.
"Tom riddle." I blurt out. He nods.
"Are you a ghost?" Harry asks as he pops out from behind me.
"A memory...preserved in a diary for fifty years," he mutters looking at me. Analyzing is the right word for it.
I look down to his feet to see the cursed diary. Harry runs to Ginny, not giving me time to push him away.
"You need to help her!" Harry pleads. "Help me before the basilisk comes."
I see Tom continuously stare at the both of us. Harry doesn't realize who this seemingly posh and well-mannered boy is.
I don't know what I'm supposed to say.
How do I tell Harry the memory of a person isn't just a normal boy. He is the one person who tried to manipulate death, stupidly.
I seem to have zoned out for a good minute to see that they have been having a conversation. He has Harry's wand which isn't what I was expecting but at the same time I don't know what I'm supposed to expect.
"Ginny simply loved me," Tom confesses. See? Was not expecting that.
"I don't see how Harry is involved with your fanatic problems Tom," I spit as I step forward. He sneered at the use of his first name.
"You are quite brave for a girl your age. Or maybe just naive."
More talking and talking. Basically how every villain explains their evil mastermind plans and ruins things for themselves. Which is kinda stupid.
"Why do you care how me and Cora escaped? Voldemort was after your time." Harry explains
"Voldemort." He looks through my soul "Is my past present and future.."
The memory of the boy uses the wand to cast a spell and write TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE in the air. Then right after the letters switch around revealing: I AM LORD VOLDEMORT
It was no surprise to me but to Harry it was something he could never have thought of.
"You're not the greatest sorcerer in the world. Dumbledoor is." Harry forced himself to speak.
"DUMBLEDORE..." he stops himself to calm down "Dumbledore is out of his mind by the mere memory of me!" Tom exclaims in anger.
Music. I hear..music. Some kind of angelic music. As I turn around I see a bird fly out, and not just any bird, Dumbledoor's. It flies through the chamber dropping a hat towards harry.
It was a struggle but after I helped Harry destroy the diary and defeat the basilisk everything was too overwhelming to bear and so the rest was a complete blur.
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The smell of delicious brownies fill my nostril as I start blinking open my eyes.
"Whoever is having brownies can have one?" I force myself to speak as I attempt to sit up. I almost immediately get attacked in a hug. All I need is a sniff of lavender to know that's Laurie.
"I was so worried!" She says digging her head in my neck as I wrap my hands around her.
"I'm not dead so there's nothing to worry about," I chuckled, rubbing her back.
"Good to know it's you," Laurie mumbles, pulling away as she slides her braids to her back.
"Where're the twins?"I ask, trying to hide my desperation.
"They have detention for the useless prank they pulled last week," she scoffs.
"Not useless, only fun," me and Laurie say at the same time, predicting what I was going to say.
"Of course, of course...fun.." she rolls her eyes playfully. "But Fred was eating and sleeping in here with you. On the chair. I mean I love you but I would not sleep on a chair." The girl admits as she places a hand on my shoulder.
It was the end of the year and I hoped this summer holiday uncle Severus would maybe allow me to stay with the Weasleys. Maybe.
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𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 || Fred Weasley
FantasyElvira Snape. The Woman full of secrets she was born to keep was blessed with a child born to suffer. Cora A. Black. A girl who lived with her uncle Severus Snape, lived years with mental torture-or training as he calls it, finally had the freedom t...
