The Slytherin Troublemaker

Chapter 21

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I let Snape in. "What did I do this time Professor?" I asked, with a slight bit of attitude in my voice.

"Don't be smart with me Diggory," he said coldly and slammed the door. "Your little hassle with Mr. Malfoy this morning probably deserves detention.".

"Please don't make me go to detention Professor," I begged. I didn't get why he was being such a stiff. When he saw us Slytherins doing things he usually just looked the other way.

"What did I hear about a diary?" he asked flatly, ignoring my plea.

"Oh well you see sir; Draco had my personal diary and well; I didn't want him looking at it."

"I'm not an idiot," Snape replied. "If you won't tell me, a little veritaserum will get the truth out." To my luck, he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"It's Professor Dumbledore, Severus," a low voice whispered. Snape opened the door to the old, white-haired headmaster. "Might I have a word with Ms. Diggory?" Dumbledore inquired. "In my office, of course."

"But sir-" Snape began.

"You can deal with Ms. Diggory and her faults later, but right now I have to talk to her." A glint in his eye told her that what he wanted to say was most likely urgent.

"Alright," Snape said coldly.

"This way," Dumbledore said softly. He guided me down the stairs and through the common room. As we exited the Slytherin section, he led me down corridors I had not yet been down before. We rounded a corridor and came to a peculiar looking statue. Dumbledore said something like "Chocolate Frogs" and the staircase descended up the tower.

We started walking up. The stairs led to Dumbledore's office, a quaint room. On one wall, pictures of previous headmasters hung, row after row. In the corner, there was a magnificent bird. It must have been a phoenix.

Dumbledore sat down in his leather chair and invited me to sit in one across from it. "Do you know why I asked you to come down here?" he asked me.

"Not exactly, sir," I replied. I had a feeling, though.

"Does the name 'Tom Riddle' ring a bell?" he questioned.

In the moment, I became very frightened. If I told him, my brother, mother, and father would be killed. Tom had promised me that. And that weapon he talked about gave me the shivers. I thought very long and hard about whether I should lie or tell the truth, but suddenly I came to the conclusion.

"No," I said. "I'm sorry but I don't." Dumbledore tilted his head slightly, as if he knew I was lying. He probably did.

"Shayla-" Dumbledore started, but then all the colors in the room blurred together and I blacked out.

My eyes struggled to open. All I could see was darkness. I didn't know where I was. The ground was stone and freezing cold. Suddenly, fire lit the braziers along a long pathway. I was on a wide piece of stone at the end of the pathway. I tried to sit up, but I fell over. A wave of pain and weakness washed over me and I groaned.

"Don't try to move," a familiar voice called out. Footsteps echoed as a figure walked closer and closer to me. As the light hit his face, I realized who he was. Tom Riddle.

"As I said, don't move. I don't want you to suffer. You've done enough for me."

"Done enough?" I managed to squeak.

"You helped restore my body by giving up yours," he said with a smirk. "Now I will be able to unleash the weapon."

"No," I barely whispered. All the life in my body felt drained.

"Oh and Shayla," Tom said coldly. "Make sure you tell Albus I said hello."

I woke up in the hospital wing in a cold sweat.