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"From me." Y/N chuckled

Both Harry and Ron blushed madly in love with her, and the vision of having her by their side always.

"Fr–from you?" both of them stammered, couldn't deal with their emotions on how glad they are.

"Yes, from me. I gave everyone who has a special place in my heart. Meaning I gave all my friends." Y/N pointed at her chest and felt proud of herself.

"But how come—"

"You think it's us. But they dont, if you want that particular spot in my heart again and build our friendship back. You better watch your attitude towards us and backstab us, that is just disgusting." Y/N walked back Hermione and bump her shoulder to hers.

Hermione was shocked and stunned; she looked at Kayden, who was staring at her and then looked away.

Kayden and the boys walked past them, but Kayden stopped "what she said was true." Kayden said as she walked away with the guys away from them.

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"Did you hear about it?"

"Hermione Granger from Gryffindor got petrified."

"Is that why the Quidditch match got cancelled?"

News about Hermione Granger getting petrified and the reason why the Quidditch was cancelled due to another attack.

"Great job you two for petrifying the mudblood." Draco Malfoy came face to face the group.

"We didn't even do it?" Y/N gave him a disgusted face.

"Y/N, look. I am very sorry what I did; please forgive me." Draco begs as he held Y/N.

"You called her a mudblood right in front of me again, and you think I'll forgive you?" Y/N pokes his chest.

"No." Y/N glared.

"Alright, settle down now everyone! Unfortunately, there was another attack last night, and it's getting dangerous nowhere in Hogwarts." Dumbledore announced as he looked around.

"But do not worry, we are now even working harder to get the mandrakes ready for the students–" but then Filch the caretaker pretend to cough ", and cat, and now everyone will be indoors in their dorm. No more roaming around the castle."

On the last sentence, he said he raised his eyebrows on Y/N who sunk on her seat.

"I mean, he's right though," Kayden whispered Y/N elbowed her on her ribs.

"Shut it." Y/N rolled her eyes.

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After the feast, each house's perfects had told us that we are not allowed to roam around the castle for way too long.

"This sucks." I sulked on the armchair and rested my head to my hand.

We all are currently at the Slytherin common room; some of us are playing chess, studying or just chatting.

"I know, by the way, Kayden, Linda told me to give this to you," Henry said as he handed her a box.

"What for?"

"I don't know."

"Open it!" I grinned and sat next to her.

She opened it, and it was a golden dress and a golden pair of shoes.

"That is a pretty dress." I smiled.

"This is too much," Kayden said as she closed the box and placed it on the table.

"What do you mean? You'll look great on it." I hugged her "Y/N." she whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Will you get sad if I disappeared?"

"Wh-what are you talking about..." I nervously laughed and pulled away from her.

She can't leave me... No, she can't...

"Just saying." she smiles.

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Harry sat on his four-poster and flicked through the blank pages, not one of which had a trace of scarlet ink on it. Then he pulled a new bottle out of his bedside cabinet, dipped his quill into it, and dropped a blot onto the first page of the diary.

The ink shone brightly on the paper for a second and then, as though it was being sucked into the page, vanished. Excited, Harry loaded up his quill a second time and wrote, "My name is Harry Potter."

The words shone momentarily on the page and they, too, sank without trace. Then, at last, something happened.

Oozing back out of the page, in his very own ink, came words Harry had never written.

'Hello, Harry Potter. My name is Tom Riddle. How did you come by my diary?'

These words, too, faded away, but not before Harry had started to scribble back.

"Someone tried to flush it down a toilet."

He waited eagerly for Riddle's reply.

'Lucky that I recorded my memories in some more lasting way than ink. But I always knew that there would be those who would not want this diary read.'

"What do you mean?" Harry scrawled, blotting the page in his excitement.

'I mean that this diary holds memories of terrible things. Things that were covered up. Things that happened at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.'

"That's where I am now," Harry wrote quickly. "I'm at Hogwarts, and horrible stuff's been happening. Do you know anything about the Chamber of Secrets?"

His heart was hammering. Riddle's reply came quickly, his writing becoming untidier, as though he was hurrying to tell all he knew.

'Of course I know about the Chamber of Secrets. In my day, they told us it was a legend, that it did not exist. But this was a lie. In my fifth year, the Chamber was opened and the monster attacked several students, finally killing one. I caught the person who'd opened the Chamber and he was expelled. But the Headmaster, Professor Dippet, ashamed that such a thing had happened at Hogwarts, forbade me to tell the truth. A story was given out that the girl had died in a freak accident. They gave me a nice, shiny, engraved trophy for my trouble and warned me to keep my mouth shut. But I knew it could happen again. The monster lived on, and the one who had the power to release it was not imprisoned.'

'However... one person betrayed me.' Riddle added.

"Betrayed you? Who was it?" Harry wrote down.

'The love of my life, she betrayed me. She broke my trophy and told the headmaster that it was me who opened it.'

"What is her name?"

'Y/N.'

After the name appeared Harry's heart began to bump way faster, as his whole body began to shake.

'Y/N? They have the same name.' Harry thought as he hurriedly inked his quill.

"Y/N? How does she look like?" Harry wrote as his hands were trembling.

'She's beautiful, as her red ruby eyes shines in the moonlight, her white hair glimmer from the moon and how they bounce every time she run or walk.'

'Red ruby eyes? White hair? That's not her... but then how come they have the same name? Y/N name is not even a common name.' Harry stared at the dairy.

Harry nearly upset his ink bottle in his hurry to write back.

"It's happening again now. There have been three attacks and no one seems to know who's behind them. Who was it last time?"

"I can show you, if you like, "came Riddle's reply. "You don't have to take my word for it. I can take you inside my memory of the night when I caught him."

Harry hesitated, his quill suspended over the diary. What did Riddle mean? How could he be taken inside somebody else's memory? He glanced nervously at the door to the dormitory, which was growing dark. When he looked back at the diary, he saw fresh words forming.

"Let me show you."

Harry paused for a fraction of a second and then wrote two letters.

OK

The pages of the diary began to blow as though caught in a high wind, stopping halfway through the month of June. Mouth hanging open, Harry saw that the little square for June thirteenth seemed to have turned into a miniscule television screen. His hands trembling slightly, he raised the book to press his eye against the little window, and before he knew what was happening, he was tilting forward; the window was widening, he felt his body leave his bed, and he was pitched headfirst through the opening in the page, into a whirl of color and shadow.

He felt his feet hit solid ground, and stood, shaking, as the blurred shapes around him came suddenly into focus.

He knew immediately where he was. This circular room with the sleeping portraits was Dumbledore's office - but it wasn't Dumbledore who was sitting behind the desk. A wizened, frail-looking wizard, bald except for a few wisps of white hair, was reading a letter by candlelight. Harry had never seen this man before.

"I'm sorry," he said shakily. "I didn't mean to butt in--"

But the wizard didn't look up. He continued to read, frowning slightly. Harry drew nearer to his desk and stammered, "Er - I'll just go, shall I?"

Still the wizard ignored him. He didn't seem even to have heard him. Thinking that the wizard might be deaf, Harry raised his voice.

"Sorry I disturbed you. I'll go now," he half-shouted.

The wizard folded up the letter with a sigh, stood up, walked past Harry without glancing at him, and went to draw the curtains at his window.

The sky outside the window was ruby-red; it seemed to be sunset. The wizard went back to the desk, sat down, and twiddled his thumbs, watching the door.

Harry looked around the office. No Fawkes the phoenix - no whirring silver contraptions. This was Hogwarts as Riddle had known it, meaning that this unknown wizard was Headmaster, not Dumbledore, and he, Harry, was little more than a phantom, completely invisible to the people of fifty years ago.

There was a knock on the office door.

"Enter," said the old wizard in a feeble voice.

A boy of about sixteen entered, taking off his pointed hat. A silver prefect's badge was glinting on his chest. He was much taller than Harry, but he, too, had jet-black hair.

"Ah, Riddle," said the Headmaster.

But someone caught Harry's eyes, it was a girl. A girl who is not so tall a bit older, red ruby eyes and white hair next time him.

"She look exactly like Y/N..." Harry mumble.

But then the girl looked at him, her eyes widen and looked back at the old wizard in front of them.

"It seems like our special student is here too, hello Ms Y/N." said the Headmaster as he bowed his to her and smiled.

"You wanted to see us, Professor Dippet?" said Riddle. He looked nervous.

"Sit down," said Dippet. "I've just been reading the letter you sent me."

"Oh," said Riddle. Both of them sat down, gripping his hands together very tightly.

"My dear boy," said Dipper kindly, "I cannot possibly let you stay at school over the summer. Surely you want to go home for the holidays?"

"No," said Riddle at once. "I'd much rather stay at Hogwarts and to Y/N than go back to that - to that--"

"You live in a Muggle orphanage during the holidays, I believe?" said Dippet curiously.

"Yes, sir," said Riddle, reddening slightly.

"You are Muggle-born?"

"Half-blood, sir," said Riddle. "Muggle father, witch mother."

"And are both your parents -?"

"My mother died just after I was born, sir. They told me at the orphanage she lived just long enough to name me - Tom after my father, Marvolo after my grandfather."

Then the professor looked at the girl "And how about you? Miss Y/N?" he asked.

"I-I uhh... I'm a witch too, uhh... full blood? But however um, my parents are both dead. So it's only me and the servants at the castle- I mean manor." The girl named Y/N, lowered her head as she grip at the hems of her skirt.

Dipper clucked his tongue sympathetically.

Then he turn towards the boy "The thing is, Tom," he sighed, "Special arrangements might have been made for you, but in the current circumstances..."

"You mean all these attacks, sir?" said Riddle, and Harry's heart leapt, and he moved closer, scared of missing anything.

"Precisely," said the headmaster. "My dear boy, you must see how foolish it would be of me to allow you two to remain at the castle when term ends. Particularly in light of the recent tragedy... the death of that poor little girl... You will be safer by far at your orphanage and at your manor. As a matter of fact, the Ministry of Magic is even now talking about closing the school. We are no nearer locating the - er - source of all this unpleasantness..."

Riddle's eyes had widened.

"Sir - if the person was caught - if it all stopped--"

"What do you mean?" said Dippet with a squeak in his voice, sitting up in his chair. "Riddle, do you mean you know something about these attacks?"

"No, sir," said Riddle quickly.

But Harry was sure it was the same sort of "no" that he himself had given Dumbledore.

Dippet sank back, looking faintly disappointed.

"You may go, Tom, Y/N..."

Riddle and Y/N slid off their chair and slouched out of the room. Harry followed them.

Down the moving spiral staircase they went, emerging next to the gargoyle in the darkening corridor.

"What do we do now?" Riddle and Y/N stopped, and so did Harry, watching him. Harry could tell that Riddle and was doing some serious thinking. He was biting his lip, his forehead furrowed.

Then, as though they had suddenly reached a decision, they hurried off, Harry gliding noiselessly behind them. They didn't see another person until they reached the entrance hall, when a tall wizard with long, sweeping auburn hair and a beard called to Riddle from the marble staircase.

"What are you doing, wandering around this late, Tom?"