saint potter- h.p

2.10

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potter and his diary
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Harry and Ron trudged up the moving Hogwarts staircases.
"Have you spoken to Hermione?" Ron asked breathlessly.

"She should be out hospital in a few days, when she stopped coughing up furballs." They both laughed a bit at that last part.

The farther up the went, the more they noticed the trickling of water running down the stairs. They stopped once the trickles turned into one large puddle, looking at their reflections through the clear water.

"What's this?" Ron puzzled, Harry looked at him with the same curious expression and the two boys ran through the puddle of water up the staircase.

"YUCK!!" Ron exclaimed, as they turned the corner into a hall. The entire hallway in front of them was flooded with water.

Harry crinkled his nose in disgust. "Looks like Moaning Myrtle's flooded the bathroom."

When the two Gryffindor boys entered the girls lavatories they found that all the sinks had been running at full blast, overflowing onto the floor. There was a familiar wailing coming from one of the enormous windowsills.

Moaning Myrtle hiccuped, interrupting her cries as they caught sight of her, "Come to throw something else at me?" She said in a whiny, high pitched voice.

"Why would I throw something at you?" Harry asked calmly.

Myrtle lifted herself from the window, "Don't ask me. Here I am minding my own business and someone thinks its funny to throw a book at me. She turned downwards, pouting.

"But it can't hurt if someone throws something at you. I mean? It'll just go right through you." Ron stated with a confused expression.

Myrtle quickly grew angry, dashing in front of the red-headed boy raising her voice, "OH SURE!"
"Let's all throw books at Myrtle because she can't feel it! Ten points if you get it through her stomach!" She shoved her ghost arm threw Ron's stomach, he quivered in fright.

"Fifty points if it goes through her head!" As she stuck her arm through his head he jumped back.

"W-who threw it at you anyway?" Harry asked, almost as shocked as Ron.

Myrtles tone quickly changes softer and sweeter as she floats closer to Harry smiling, "I don't know I didn't see them. I was just sitting in the u-bend think about death."

She sighed, "And it fell through the top of my head." She pouts again before screaming and turning back to a toilet stall.

Harry spotted a drenched black covered book lying on the ground behind where Myrtle had left. Slowly he walked toward it shaking it off as he picked it up.
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(y/n) laid sleeplessly in her bed, tossing and turning, unable to put her mind at ease.

Hermione hadn't returned from the hospital yet, so the bed beside her stayed unoccupied. While her two other dorm mates where snoring loudly, fast asleep.

After trying for another good 20 minutes she had decided that tonight would be another sleepless night.

Hastily she yanked off her bed sheets, grabbing a jumper and one of her charms textbooks (which she intended on reading in the quiet of the Gryffindor common room) and stealthily snuck out of her dorm.

The staircase was dark and much more slippery than she remembered as she stepped down towards the dimly lit common room.

There had only been one lit candle, beside an open blank diary, on a table cluttered with random textbooks and knickknacks.

(y/n) paid no attention to it and sat down at the table, lighting one of her own candles and flipping open the first page of her charms book to start her revision.

Suddenly the blank diary started to glow, emitting a bright light, brightening the room. (y/n) shielded her eyes and fell off of her chair.

"What the fu-" She started, but before she could finish a dazed Harry Potter was seemingly thrown out of the books pages, launching into a chair.

(y/n) stood back up, adjusting her eyes back from the blinding light. "Potter?"

Harry sat silently for a second, eyes not leaving the diary. Then snapped back to reality turning frantically to (y/n). "Hi?"

"What were you doing in that book?" She asked, reaching down to pick it up.

"NO!" Harry yelled snatching it out of her hands.

(y/n) blinked, "No? Potter what just happened."

Harry frowned, hugging the diary to his chest, "None of your business. What are you doing down here anyways."

(y/n) tilted her head at Harry's defensive expression, "Reading my perfectly normal charms textbook that doesn't suck me into its pages." She gestured to the book on her right then pointing to Harry, "Now what's that?"

"Like I said, non of your business." He spat, collecting his things getting ready to leave. Although as he did he made the mistake of laying the diary face down beside him.

"Who's Tom Marvolo Riddle?" She asked peeking at the small gold lettering. The name had sounded a bit familiar to her, she just couldn't put her finger on it.

Harry's eyes widened and he shoved the book under his armpit and ran up towards the boys dorms.

(y/n) stared as he ran, too tired to fight with him. She sat back down into her seat, reopening her textbook.

"That Potter's got real issues." She laughed to herself as she skimmed the pages.

Tom Marvolo Riddle? Hadn't her mother talked him before? Or maybe it was Lucius. She had sworn she heard someone mention him to her before.

Was he a famous sorcerer? Or a family member?

Now unable to focus (y/n) shut her book loudly.
First she couldn't sleep, now she couldn't read.

Damn Potter with his glowing book.

She turned back to where Harry had run off, staring at the spiraling staircase going up to the boy dormitories.

"Who on earth Tom Marvolo Riddle? And why does Harry Potter have his diary?"
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