Gryffindor boy - Ron Weasley x male oc

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Harry and Ron mount the stairs to the second floor corridor at night, two weeks have passed and they now know that Draco is not the Heir of Slytherin, and that Hermione has been turned into a cat from the Polyjuice Potion. Harper is still missing though, they even asked from the other houses if they have seen Harper and they had said no.

"I know Hermione's mental, but can you believe she falls for that smarmy nonsense of Lockhart's? I'm so glad Harper is not the same." Ron said, face falling at the mention of Harper. "I miss him..." He muttered as Harry nodded in agreement.

They stopped walking and looked down at the great flood of water streaming from the Girls' Bathroom. From within, Myrtle can be heard crying.

"Looks like Myrtle's flooded the bathroom." Harry said, sploshing off towards the bathroom.

Ron steps lightly. "Yuck."

Huge, wracking cries echo off the dreary tile. All the taps are running, streaming like tiny waterfalls. As Harry and Ron step to the last cubicle, Myrtle spins accusingly.

"Come to throw something else at me?" Myrtle said.

"Why would I throw something at you?" Harry asked, confused.

"Don't ask me. Here I am, minding my own business, and someone thinks it's funny to throw a book at me..." Myrtle answered.

"But it can't hurt if someone throws something at you. I mean, it'd just go right through you, wouldn't it?" Ron said.

"Oh sure! Let's all throw books at Myrtle, because she can't feel it! Ten points if you get it through her stomach. Fifty points if it goes through her head!" Myrtle exclaimed.

"Who threw it at you anyway?" Harry asked.

"Harper Granger." Myrtle said as both Harry and Ron's shoulders tense, looking at each other with widened eyes before they turned to look at Myrtle. "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 and picks it up.

"Fifty points if you can get it through her nose." Ron muttered.

"I heard that!" Myrtle exclaimed as Harry and Ron dash out of the bathroom.

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Harry examines the book as he and Ron walk down the corridor.

"This is a diary. And it's old..." Harry said, wondering why Harper would have the diary.

"It's a diary, it's old... and was most recently in a toilet, Harry." Ron said.

Harry starts to open it when Ron grabs his hand.

"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." Ron said.

"I'll take my chances..." Harry said, opening the book and started acting like the book is hurting him. "Ahhh! My eyes! My eyes!"

Ron freezes, terrified, when Harry grins, ending the ruse. At the end of the corridor, Ginny stands, looking at Harry then dashes off.

"Ginny! I was only joking-- Brilliant. Even your sister thinks I'm the monster now." Harry said.

"Who doesn't?" Ron said, frowning suddenly when on the first page of the diary, embossed letters spell out a name.

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle? Hang on. I know that name..." Ron thinks for a second before remembering. "Of course! The night I had detention... My job was to polish the silver in the trophy room."

Harry fans the page and found them empty. "That's odd. He never wrote in it."

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Harry sits with Hermione in the hospital wing as Hermione studies the diary curiously.

"Tom Riddle... Hm. And Ron said he won an award fifty years ago?" Hermione asked.

"Special Services to the School or something--"

"Fifty years ago? You're sure?" Hermione said.

"Yes. Why?" Harry questioned.

"Don't you remember what Malfoy told you? The last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened was--"

"Fifty years ago! That means--"

"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?" Hermione said.

"That's a brilliant theory, Hermione. With just one tiny little flaw. There's nothing written in this diary." Harry said, having not told Hermione that this diary was with Harper.

"It might be invisible ink." Hermione said, pulling out her wand. "Aparecium!" She taps the diary three times and nothing happens. The pages remain blank. She frowns and passes the book back to Harry.

"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." Hermione said, thinking about Harper and hopes that he's okay.

"You don't think I'm dangerous, do you, Hermione? I mean, you're not scared. Of me." Harry said.

"I'm scared, Harry. But not of you." Hermione said.