𝗔𝗧𝗬𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗣𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗜𝗔, 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿
THIRTY-ONE
"ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ʙᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴏᴘʜᴏʙɪᴄ? ᴍʏ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ ɪꜱ ɢᴀʏ" - ᴅᴏᴊᴀ ; ᴄᴇɴᴛʀᴀʟ ᴄᴇᴇ
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐍𝐄
'𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺'
"HAVE YOU SPOKEN TO HERMIONE?"
you shrug with a shake of your head.
"she should be out of hospital in a few days" harry says.
"...when she stops coughing up fur balls" he adds on.
you were all walking up the flights of stairs, right up to the gryffindor common room.
you all pause and look to the ground ahead of you, you raise an eyebrow.
it was covered in water, it looked as if there was no ground there to begin with and it was just a small lake.
"what's this?" harry asks.
"water" you deadpan, he shakes his head - having guessed what your witty comeback might be - and you all run through it and up the final bit of stairs, with you purposely stomping heavily to splash the boys legs with water - which they weren't very happy about.
you groan, already being able to hear myrtle's moping.
you enter a long hallway where water was covering the floor all over, coming right from myrtle's bathroom.
you sigh.
"yuck!"
"looks like moaning myrtle's flooded the bathroom" harry says as you all walk through the large puddle and into said bathroom.
as you all walk in, harry's suspicion was proven correct.
all the taps were running at max pressure and the sinks were overflowed, spilling out onto the ground.
myrtle's cries and whines fill your ears completely as you all step around towards the stalls.
you look up just a bit, she was sitting on the round window ledge, moping about.
she stops as she catches sight of all of you.
"come to throw something else at me?" she says quietly.
you raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms,
if you don't shut up, maybe
"why would i throw something at you?" harry asks in confusion.
"don't ask me. here i am, minding my own business.." shen slowly floats off the sill, "and someone thinks it's funny to throw a book at me.."
"but.. it can't hurt if someone throws something at you. i mean.. it'll just go right through you?" ron says, you deadpan at that answer, already hearing myrtle's annoyance grow tenfold.
myrtle flies down right in front of ron's face, "sure! let's all throw books at myrtle because she can't feel it! ten points if you get it through her stomach!" she pushes her ghostly arm through ron's stomach, you snort - "fifty points if it goes through her head!" she screeches, punching her arm through his head,
ron gulps in fear, you snigger.
"but who threw it at you, anyway?" harry asks.
"i don't know. i didn't see them. i was just sitting in the u-bend, thinking about death.."
you smirk,
sounds like fun
she sighs out, "and it fell off through the top of my head" she nods with a small 'mhm', before turning around and whining again.
you look down in confusion, shortly followed by the other two.
sitting on the ground just in front of myrtle's stall, was a black book with golden patterns on the corners. yet even though it was sitting in a puddle of water, it didn't seem damaged.
you run your tongue over your teeth in interest.
you step forward, picking it up and shaking some of the water off, staring at it in curiosity.
AND NOW, YOU WERE SAT WITH HARRY ONCE MORE IN THE GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM.
unlike ron - who has gone right up to bed - you stayed down with harry to check out the mysterious book.
on the very first page, it had the word 'diary' on it, and the brand or something down the bottom.
harry flicks through the pages, you huff, "no writing? boooringgg~"
harry slouches back in his seat in disappointment, you cross your arms.
harry turns the book around, revealing the words 'tom marvolo riddle' written on the back, you sit up a bit,
tom marvolo riddle? why does that name give me bad vibes?
harry flicks to the first writeable page and opens his tin of ink, dipping his quill in and bringing it over to the page, dropping a splotch of ink right in the middle.
you smack him over the head, "stupid!"
you go to flip to the next page, only to pause as the ink sucks right back into the page, leaving no stain of any sort.
you blink in shock and harry brings over the page, wondering if maybe the ink went through to the next page, only to find nothing.
you blink owlishly, tilting your head a little
harry dips the quill in ink again before actually writing something this time, "my name... is harry.. potter" he says slowly as he writes, you grab his arm tightly, "my name!" you scold.
he nods and writes, 'and with me i have [name] uzui'
you cross your arms with a smirk,
that's right
his writing sinks back into the page and is instead replaced with the words 'hello harry potter and [name] uzui, my name is tom riddle'
your mouth parts in awe, but you huff,
that's goddess of festivals and flashiness, lady uzui to you mr.
you snatch the quill from harry, scooting the book closer to you.
you grin as you start to write.
'that is goddess of festivals and flashiness, lady uzui to you mr. riddle' you write in japanese.
some writing flashes up, 'i can not understand what you are writing'
you laugh out loudly, "HAHAHAHAHH! FUCKING LOSER CAN'T UNDERSTAND ME!! JAAJJAJA!"
you double over with laughter, wheezing at the unknowing being.
harry sighs deeply and starts to write again, "do you know anything.. about the chamber of secrets?" he sounds each word out as he goes, you blink.
the writing disappears again, only to be replaced with a simple 'yes'
you pop up again, putting both hands over harry and on the table, your chest pressing on his back.
his face goes bright red but he continues to write, "can you.. tell me?"
you huff and roll your eyes as all it says back is 'no', making faces at the book as if it could see you.
harry puts the quill down, sitting back slightly.
you perk up as more writing pops up, 'but i can show you'
you furrow your eyebrows in confusion, eyebrow raising
'let me take you back fifty years ago.'
about a hundred years ago would be more preferrable
the pages starts flapping about, bringing you to one of the back pages.
'13th june' it writes in the top right-hand corner.
harry holds the book closer while you put your fingers on the edge, leaning right up against harry.
you blink as the middle of the book starts to glow, stretching out and soon covering the whole book.
and then, you were gone from your place in the gryffindor common room and instead in a dim, dusty hallway.
words ; 1068
date posted ; 2/08/22
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