Let me take you back fifty years. Let me take you back to a time where teenage Tom Riddle had put aside his dark plans for the future.
It was all because of the seer, the sensor.
Abigail could see the past, and catch glimpses of the future.
When T...
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Christmas passed quickly and before I knew it, the rest of Hogwarts students had returned. When Emily, Brianna and I were in Hogsmeade buying Christmas gifts, I had bought diaries from the book store. I bought six of them. For Brianna, Emily, Chris, Alison, Billy and a new one for myself. Then I figured I hadn't gotten Avery anything, and the two of us had gotten a little closer. So I gave him the sixth diary for Christmas. In return, he got me a whole bunch of joke products and sweets.
On the first night the students had returned from their families, Headmaster Dippet had given a brief welcome-back speech as well as wishing they had a happy Christmas. Alison and Chris wouldn't stop snogging each other beside me, so Billy and I were kind of just sitting there feeling awkward.
"So...erm..." Billy said awkwardly. My eyes flickered behind him and I could see Brianna staring longingly at the back of his head. "Thanks again for the diary."
"You've been thanking me for the last five minutes," I sighed, shaking my head jokingly at him, which he had grinned back slightly. "And, for the second time in five minutes, thank you for the perfume. I was more expecting some new textbooks and quills but perfume works."
Billy laughed. "You're welcome. A bit weird that you buy Chris and I a diary, don't you think?"
"How so?" I furrowed my brows.
"I figured that a diary was more for girls, you know? I'm not ungrateful or anything- I quite like it actually, very useful diaries are."
"Rubbish," I retorted. "I know loads of boys who own a diary."
That was obviously a lie, but surely a few boys at Hogwarts owned a diary. Before Billy got the chance to ask which boys owned a diary, Chris and Alison pulled apart, gasping for air as if they were underwater for half an hour. They both had big grins on their faces.
"You done?" I raised an eyebrow.
Alison rolled her eyes and nodded, giving Chris one last peck on the lips.
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Dinner ended and I went to bed early, well prepared for classes the next day. I met up with Avery at the entrance to the Great Hall the next morning after breakfast, and he and I walked together down to the dungeons for Potions. I was a bit upset to be starting class again; I was actually growing on walking around Hogwarts not having to worry about going to class or waking up early.
Avery and I were in deep conversation about a certain potion- the Draught of Living Death to be precise- when someone had sharply and purposely bumped their shoulder hard against mine, making me drop the books I was holding that I hadn't bothered putting in my bag. One of my ink jars fell from my hands and splattered against the floor, ink spraying the bottom of my robes. I looked up with an angry stare, and Tom Riddle was a little ahead of me. He looked back over his shoulder with a smirk, and continued on walking.
