My Own Treachery

Chapter 25 | She's Getting Dangerous

Home now, I've been locked in my room. My parents charming my room so I wouldn't sneak out, again without them knowing. I was lucky I had a bathroom attached to my room, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to drink water. Whenever I tried to step out, or open the door to go get food, it would just shut on me. I had no clue what kind of charm this was, but I truly felt like a prisoner. They even took some of my belongings. My books, my wizards chess bored, most of my pillows, my supplies that once sat at my desk. All I had was a bed, with a single pillow, and a sheet on it. I had a desk, but no chair, and my dresser that had a limited amount of clothes. They even took Tinker, my ravens perch away, now he was stuck in his cage, unless he was out delivering letters, which I made a daily thing, I didn't want him staying in his cage. The bird was to pretty to be locked up.

I had been stuck in my room, rereading my textbooks from the last year, and even suffering by reading the books by Lockhart I had revived for Christmas. A few hours a day I would write with Tom. Not explaining my current situation, just talking about spells, charms and various topics. Mainly, having him instruct me on topics, I currently couldn't read about due to lack of books. It was like having my own book of everything. The only downfall was I was getting tireder as days past. Maybe, it was due to the lack of food. I haven't even heard from Ava.

On my bed I was writing on the back of my exam grade sheet, doing some math. Trying to figure out the time table of Voldemort . The year was currently 1992, recalling to major events that Voldemort had been involved in. He had killed Harrys parents in 1981. It's been seventeen years since he's last stood. At that time he was thought to be dead. Where was he the past years, always on the back of Quirrell? Where was he before then?

I then pulled out the diary, opening it I wrote down.

Where was he before he killed Harry Potters parents?

I then got a reply.

Who?

I quickly wrote a reply, trying to make sense.

Voldemort. I'm trying to figure out his time. He was thought to have died in 1981. I doubt he's totally gone now. Perhaps, if his life before his disappearance then perhaps there is a way to know the person more. I think that made sense?

~Tom's Point of View~

This was getting dangerous. She was trying to figure my other half away. Asking questions I knew answers to, for the most part. She had asked already, if i had gone to school with Voldemort. Of course I did, I was him. Or he was me, we were the same person, basically. With our conversations being daily, I learned that my other part had disappeared years ago, after trying to kill some child by the name of Harry Potter. Only to come back and be defeated once again by the Potter boy, and the very girl that I had been talking to. Whom has been given me her energy, as she used her hand to write. It was good, then when I'm back at Hogwarts, I'll be strong enough to escape from this bloody diary, I'd be able to, let loose my beast, the basilisk.

It did, I'm unsure of what he did before, I must've been placed in this diary, before Voldemort became a thing. I've never heard of him, prior to you telling me about past events.

I lied of course. She had already asked about the connection of my other half and my diary, apparently seeing both in the mirror. I wasn't sure what it had meant. Did she desire to know of me being the horcrux of Voldemort, apart of the spirit. She had wrote back.

I wish I could go to the library, perhaps a book of Auror would have more information, on his crimes.

Would they? I've never thought of that. It both aggravated and impressed me. This girl, was dangerously impressive, asking questions and thinking of places to find answers, places I wouldn't have considered. The Aurors would of course have information that Tom Riddle and Lord Voldemort were the same person. I couldn't let the girl find out, not yet. Not till I've been freed from these pages. I would surely want her upon my side once I was out, her thirst for knowledge is nearly as equal as my thirst for power. Of course if she didn't join me, I'd kill her, unlike my other half I would be successful.