The Potters and the Chamber of Secrets (COMPLETED)

10. T.M Riddle's Diary

*Hannah's P.O.V*

Hermione went to the hospital wing to recover and retain her normal form. Apparently, it would take much more than having a furry face and tail than to stop her wanting to keep up on her studies so we had to take homework each day for her. Ron, however, though it was unnecessary but I reminded him that it was Hermione we would taking about.

 One day, on the way back from the hospital wing, we passed Myrtle's bathroom and heard her crying. It wasn't unusual for her (she's Moaning Myrtle) but we went to see what was wrong.

 "Hey Myrtle," I said casually, glancing around at the flooded floors.

"Come to throw another book at me?" She screamed.

 "We don't," Ron said truthfully. "Why would we anyway?"

"Oh please!" She spat. "Just because I'm dead  - doesn't mean I don't have feelings."

 "But it wouldn't hurt would it?" Harry said, and I clapped a hand to my forehead. "It'd just go straight through you." Oh Harry... I held my breath and waited.

 "TEN POINTS IF YOU GET IT THROUGH HER HEAD, FIFTY IF YOU GET IT THROUGH HER STOMACH!" She screeched, and I winced. "FUN ISN'T IT?"

"So er-" he said, choosing his words carefully. "Who threw it at you?"

 "I don't know... it's over there," she said, and swooped into her favourite toilet. I picked down and opened the book, my fingers leafing through the pages. To my disappointment, all were blank. When I turned the diary over to look at the back, it said it was from a Muggle street.

"Fifty points if you get it through her head," Ron whispered. I shrugged and put it in my robe pocket.

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 When Hermione got out of the hospital wing (looking nothing like a cat), she was interested to see the diary. Ron, however, thought it was completely useless and kept suggesting that we should through it away.

"Wait - you said the Chamber was opened fifty years ago?" Hermione asked. I nodded. "And this diary is fifty years old! Whoever owned this diary was alive at the time!" 

"He got an award," Ron skulked. I raised my eyebrows. "It was the one I coughed up slugs. He probably won it for being a prefect of something."

"Or - catching the Heir of Slytherin," she added. "This diary, would tell us everything right?"

"Yeah, just one little - tiny- tiny flaw," Ron said sarcastically. "There's nothing written in the diary Hermione."

"But it could be invisible ink!" she said, pulling out her wand. She muttered a spell with her wand tip on a page but nothing happened. "Maybe this revealer will work, I got it in Diagon Alley." She took out what looked like a red rubber and she rubbed on January the 22nd but still nothing happened. Disappointed, she returned her belongings to her bag. I still thought there was something in there, and it seemed Harry did too, because he put it in his bag.

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*Harry's P.O.V*

I narrowly escaped Lockhart in robes of bright pink that hurt my eyes. It was fourteenth February, Valentines Day, and Lockhart was so sickeningly in the mood for it, sending dwarfs around as singing Valentines.

 "HARRY POTTER!" I turned around to see a dwarf running towards me through a large crowd. My eyes bulged in horror as I whirled around and started running, but something collided with my back; the dwarf had lunged at me. I got up, trying to tug my bag from his grasp. It ripped and all my things spilled out onto the floor, an ink bottle breaking with a clink. He pinned me down to the floor. Percy arrived, looking displeased at the commotion.