Chapter One: The Stolen Diary
Draco woke early that morning. He would set off for school that day. But also his father would leave and he could steal what he had always wanted. Tom Riddle's diary. It held secret powers Draco new nothing about. But if it belonged to Voldemort it had to be powerful.
" Draco son come see your father off." his mother called.
He walked down the steps quickly. "The sooner he's gone the sooner I get the diary" He thoguht skipping every other step. He looked at his father dressed in plain robes and carrying a ski mask. Draco immeadiatly knew where his father was going.
" Master calls son." was all Mr. Malfoy matter-of-factly. He kissed his wife goodbye and was quickly out the door.
" Well mother I must finish packing." Draco lied. He went to the third floor instead of the fourth and opened and closed the door to his father's library.
It was a small, circular room that was dimly lit with shelves covering the walls. It contained many of his Dark Arts tuff hidden behind many of the book cases.
" Where is it?" Draco thought to himself. He looked up and down the stacks of books until he realized that it wasn't there. He decided to take a more direct aproach.
" Accio Riddle's Diary!" Draco hollered. A grubby little package flew out of a hidden cupboard.
He then heard his mother climb the steps. He tried to hide the package but his mother opened the door.
" Draco! Why are you in your father's office?" his mother half-shouted.
Draco looked at her with a shocked expression. Draco had never been yelled at.
" I'm looking for "Hogwarts, A History". He lied again and didn't feel one bit of guilt for it.
" Is my little angel studying?" she asked and then bent down and kissed her son on the cheek. Then she turned around and walked ot the door.
He opened the package and looked at the cover of the diary. There was no posion, and no fang. What had happened to the diary. Was this the right one?
"Oh well." he thought. " Well I guess all you have to do is write? Besides it is a diary.
So Draco went back into his room and began to write. He wrote Hi, my name is Draco Malfoy. The writting quickly vanished and Draco was shocked when the writting appeared again but in different writting. My name is Tom Riddle. My diary can help you with your problems and help you get back at enemies, it read.
" This will be great for Potter!" He thought happily. happily. " Harry was a foul, scar-headed git. He isn't strong the Dark Lord is back. And his friends Ron and Hermione worth both gits too. Ron was a poor, mudblood loving, dork. And Hermione was just a filthy Mudblood.
And with that Draco packed the diary into his trunk and set off to King's Cross. He was on the train and setting off in five minutes. Him and his two friends Crabbe and Goyle had a compartment to themselves right next to Potter and his friends. Draco decided to make fun of them for fun.
" Hey Potter," he called " I got something that might spark your interest."
"How many times do I have to say this?" Hermione snapped, " If your not going to tell us then leave."
And so now or story really begins when the gray clouds began to close over the sun.
" What do you think he meant?" Ron asked.
" I have no idea." Harry answered
" He might have meant--- no that's immposibble!" Hermione thought aloud.
" What?" Ron and Harry asked together.
" No never mind." Hermone said.
And so they rode most of the way in talking happily and eating Caludron Cakes.
Not knowing the troubles that would happen once they arrived at Hogwarts.
When they reached the Hogsmeade station Harry, Ron, and Hermione got a carriage to themselves. But they didn't know that the moment they stepped into Hogwarts trouble began. Becase Draco brought the diary he endangered himself, Hogwarts, and even the whole magical community.
Draco woke early that morning. He would set off for school that day. But also his father would leave and he could steal what he had always wanted. Tom Riddle's diary. It held secret powers Draco new nothing about. But if it belonged to Voldemort it had to be powerful.
" Draco son come see your father off." his mother called.
He walked down the steps quickly. "The sooner he's gone the sooner I get the diary" He thoguht skipping every other step. He looked at his father dressed in plain robes and carrying a ski mask. Draco immeadiatly knew where his father was going.
" Master calls son." was all Mr. Malfoy matter-of-factly. He kissed his wife goodbye and was quickly out the door.
" Well mother I must finish packing." Draco lied. He went to the third floor instead of the fourth and opened and closed the door to his father's library.
It was a small, circular room that was dimly lit with shelves covering the walls. It contained many of his Dark Arts tuff hidden behind many of the book cases.
" Where is it?" Draco thought to himself. He looked up and down the stacks of books until he realized that it wasn't there. He decided to take a more direct aproach.
" Accio Riddle's Diary!" Draco hollered. A grubby little package flew out of a hidden cupboard.
He then heard his mother climb the steps. He tried to hide the package but his mother opened the door.
" Draco! Why are you in your father's office?" his mother half-shouted.
Draco looked at her with a shocked expression. Draco had never been yelled at.
" I'm looking for "Hogwarts, A History". He lied again and didn't feel one bit of guilt for it.
" Is my little angel studying?" she asked and then bent down and kissed her son on the cheek. Then she turned around and walked ot the door.
He opened the package and looked at the cover of the diary. There was no posion, and no fang. What had happened to the diary. Was this the right one?
"Oh well." he thought. " Well I guess all you have to do is write? Besides it is a diary.
So Draco went back into his room and began to write. He wrote Hi, my name is Draco Malfoy. The writting quickly vanished and Draco was shocked when the writting appeared again but in different writting. My name is Tom Riddle. My diary can help you with your problems and help you get back at enemies, it read.
" This will be great for Potter!" He thought happily. happily. " Harry was a foul, scar-headed git. He isn't strong the Dark Lord is back. And his friends Ron and Hermione worth both gits too. Ron was a poor, mudblood loving, dork. And Hermione was just a filthy Mudblood.
And with that Draco packed the diary into his trunk and set off to King's Cross. He was on the train and setting off in five minutes. Him and his two friends Crabbe and Goyle had a compartment to themselves right next to Potter and his friends. Draco decided to make fun of them for fun.
" Hey Potter," he called " I got something that might spark your interest."
"How many times do I have to say this?" Hermione snapped, " If your not going to tell us then leave."
And so now or story really begins when the gray clouds began to close over the sun.
" What do you think he meant?" Ron asked.
" I have no idea." Harry answered
" He might have meant--- no that's immposibble!" Hermione thought aloud.
" What?" Ron and Harry asked together.
" No never mind." Hermone said.
And so they rode most of the way in talking happily and eating Caludron Cakes.
Not knowing the troubles that would happen once they arrived at Hogwarts.
When they reached the Hogsmeade station Harry, Ron, and Hermione got a carriage to themselves. But they didn't know that the moment they stepped into Hogwarts trouble began. Becase Draco brought the diary he endangered himself, Hogwarts, and even the whole magical community.