My Own Treachery

Chapter 11 | A One Time Incident

A couple weeks had passed, I was currently sitting at a table in the Slytherin common room, in a corner, next to the glass window that showed the water outside. I had out my history of magic textbook out along with, paper and quill. Working on homework for the class, we had to do a paper on the Gargoyle Strike of 1911. Looking up from my paper, I saw the black leather diary that I had stolen from the library.

When did people start writing in these anyway? Closing my text book, with my nearly finished essay, I grabbed the diary examining it again. Opening the cover, for what must've been the first time, I was shocked to see nothing written on the first page, not even a name, of whom it belonged to. I then flipped through the pages. There wasn't a drop of ink on any page. Maybe the owner didn't get a chance to write in it? Better question, why was a blank diary in the restricted section anyway? Did anyone know it was there? Maybe it was missed placed?

Well, maybe I can use it? I could use it to take notes on wandless magic? No, that would be stupid, if someone were to see the book, they would take it and figure out how to do it, before I could. Letting out a sigh, I stared at the blank page I had the diary open too. I dipped my quill into some ink and wrote on the page;

"What to do, what to do?"

I had to blink a few times, once I saw the ink disappear, What? The next thing to happen, was even weirder. Ink appeared in neat hand writing

"Hello, how may I help you?"

Then the ink was gone. Wait, what? Diaries don't do this, do they? I looked around the common room, surely someone was playing with me. Right? Seeing only a few students, each working on something of their own, I looked back at the book, and began to write in it.

"Do all diaries usually, talk back?"

A few seconds past before the diary talked back.

"I don't think so, I'm a special type, rare to find, how did you come across my dairy?"

I doubt that... My dairy? I wrote back.

"It was on a shelf in the restricted section of the library. I sort of stole you when I was making my escape. Whose diary is or was this anyway?"

A few moments later I got a reply.

"My name is Tom Riddle, and yours?"

I read the name, then wrote down mine

"Amber Rose Raven"

I left out the 'claw', still assuming this was a trick. If it were, I'd be caught, and corrected surly.

~Toms Point of View~

So, it was a girl. I had to put my hand down from shaking so much. Being nearly fifty years, only having the room that I had created with my mind, I couldn't make it any bigger, or the entire image of my room and my own physical discription would break. I doubted I could redo the construction, it took to much energy from me to keep it as it was currently.

It was like a mental space, I made to imitate the Slytherin common room, at least a corner of it. Just enough room for myself, my diary, and the desk and chair the diary and I sat. With a quill. I'd been stuck here, stewing in my old memories, mostly of books I've read, and my own thoughts to keep me company. But now, there was a person, with my diary, this was something new. Before, I locked myself in here, I never cared to have an idle conversation, much less have another being be there. But going fifty years of total isolation, it was amazing, having some form of companionship.

Looking over the name once again, Amber Rose Raven, what a mouthful. Quickly I wrote back.

It's a pleasuer to meet you Amber Rose Raven, may I refer to you as Amber?"

A moment later the girl responded.

"You're not someone that's just messing with me?"

What on earth did that mean? She must not be alone where ever she was. I wrote back, reassuring her, to calm her paranoid suggestion.

"Messing with you? Who would use a diary to mess with you, this way?"

~Ambers Point of View~

I chuckled a bit, a few names popped into my head. Starting with my Pansy and her friends, my roommates sadly, I responded.

"I can think of a few ninnys that would... Doubt they are smart enough, though."