Hi,
I know this is incredibly risky, but I have always wanted to write a Harry Potter story.
What's life without a few risks right?
I here, am risking embarrassing myself! Oh well!
Summary:
After Dumbledore's death, he leaves in the possession of Harry Potter Tom Riddles diary. With the fear of Voldemorts return, Harry writes in it to make sure it has truly been destroyed. However, a response writes back who is not Tom Riddle, but a group of past Hogwarts students from 20 years ago.
July 11, 1996
The death of Dumbledore shocked not only Hogwarts but the entire wizarding world. The truth being known that Albus Dumbledore was the one man who Voldemort feared the most, as long as he was there, the feeling of security was still intact. With Dumbledore gone, more and more pressure was put onto Harry Potter's shoulders. Of course Harry knew from the very start he was the one to defeat Voldemort, partly because he was known as 'the chosen one' and the various discussions Harry had with Voldemort before he failed to kill the boy once again. He was up for the challenge, and with knowing he had others to support and help him, he felt he may be able to defeat Voldemort once and for all.
As Harry sat in front of the headmaster's desk, he looked down at the scattered pieces of parchment and various items on the desk. Dumbledore was never one to just hand out the information, he gave only hints just in case it fell into the wrong hands. Despite the precautions it frustrated Harry to the core. If only he knew for sure what to do, but life is never that easy.
He picked up the tattered black leather diary, ruined with a hole in the middle. A scar to remember how he managed to stab a piece of voldemorts soul with a basilisk fang in only their second year.
He had watched as Tom Riddle thrived with pain as his soul was torn to pieces. Serves him right for corrupting little Ginny weasley and petrifying so many muggleborns.
However, Harry couldn't help but wonder whether the basilisk venom really destroyed all the magic within the diary. Voldemort was a powerful wizard, he split his soul into 6 pieces after all. What if he had developed a protection charm on it, still containing the dark magic untraceable to others.
With curiosity overwhelming Harry, he grabbed a bottle of ink and a quill from the headmasters desk and opened the diary. Dipping the quill into the ink, Harry thought of what he should write in the diary. Not his name obviously or any other known students, last time that happened even Harry had been influenced by the charming and much younger Voldemort. No, something only he and the others know of. He smiled to himself.
Moony, wormtail, padfoot and prongs.
He watched as the ink etched itself into the ruined parchment, leaning back in his chair he watched his words hoping nothing would happen. A few minutes passed, satisfactory with the non-possessed diary. That was until a scribble of untidy writing responded back, nearly making Harry fall off his chair.
Who are you and how do you know our names?
Harrys mouth fell open in agape.
"Hermione!"
June 11th 1976
"Mr Potter! Mr Black! Why must you always interrupt my class." A young professor McGonagall yelled from across the room, eyes flaring and cheeks tinging pink in frustration. The two boys stifled a laugh before putting on a flirtatious smile. "We're truly sorry Minnie; it's just so hard to concentrate when you're in the room." Black said with a casual wink at the end, making all the girls giggle.
One however huffed in disgust. Sirius turned to face Lily Evans. "Please Evans, Minnie and I are having a moment here. Wait your turn."
"Or you know, I'm always here for you." James Potter said, ruffling his already messy black hair. He pushed his chair back and opened up his arms wide, silently indicating for Lily to sneak onto his lap. Lily growled before flipping her vibrant red hair and turning back to scribbling down the notes that Professor McGonagall had written.
James shoulders slouched over; ego wounded from yet another rejection from Lily Evans. Sirius clapped his friend on the back. "Cheer up mate, she'll come around." He glanced around the class room seeing multiple girls glance his way. "And if she doesn't, I'm willing to share." James grinned up at his friend.
His eyes flickered over to the boys sitting in front of them.
"Oi, wormtail. What's that you got there?"
The small plump boy snapped his head up to the sound of his given nickname. To him, it was an honour to receive a nickname for the most popular and respected boys at Hogwarts, he would do anything to stay on their good side, just to be able to have friends. No one would have thought that shy little boy who followed the marauders around everywhere would turn out to be the rat that ruined each one of their lives, not to mention many others.
He looked at James then back down at the book.
"Oooh, little peety has a diary?" Sirius cooed before snatching it out of peters hands.
"N-n o" Peter stuttered fumbling to reach for the diary.
"Hey padfoot, do you reckon there's anything about his undying love for us in it?"
"I don't know prongs, maybe we should open it up and take a look." Sirius and James grinned at each other from the nervous reaction that peter held.
"Guys, just give it back to him. God knows he needs something to let his frustrations out by being friends with you."
"Moony! How could you say such awful things, we treat wormtail with nothing but respect." James put a hand to his heart, faking being wounded by their other best friend Remus Lupin.
Remus rolled his eyes. "Yes, that's why wormtail has been in detention three times already this week."
"And it will be your fourth if you lot don't keep quiet during my class." McGonagall assured the four boys.
There is no denying McGonagall being head of Gryffindor house does not like taking points from her own house, however having the marauders in her class is a challenge. She would rather just give them a detention and save the points but will however have to put up with Mr Black and Mr Potter insisting that the reason for her giving them detention is to have some 'one on one time alone together'. McGonagall turned back to helping a distressed looking Marlene McKinnon.
"It's not mine," Peter hastily whispered to his friends "I stole it from Snape."
Identical grins spread across both James and Sirius faces. Yes, this was good.
"Wormtail you sneaky little rat! Let's see what snivilus has to write. Probably his infatuation with Lily Evans and how the handsome, charming James Potter took her heart from the moment they had lay eyes on each other." James drifted off as his gaze turned towards the frustrated girl, her face becoming as red as her hair.
Sirius rolled his eyes at the other two. He flipped it open to a random page, seeing nothing he continued to flick through it quickly. "Theres nothing in here."
James snorted " Maybe it's his schedule for washing his hair."
"Oh wait, somethings coming up." Sirius eyebrows furrowed as the others looked down at the diary in wonder.
Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs
"You don't think he knows about the map do you?" Peter asked in a worried tone. Worried he may have done something that will get him neglected from his only friends. "No, that would be impossible. He doesn't know how to open it." James mumbled shock ridden on his face.
"Peter, you said you stole it from Snape?" Remus questioned, being the thinker of the group there had to be an explanation for this. Dark magic was forbidden in these times.
"Yeah, I was walking in the courtyard under the bridge and it hit me on the head. I looked up and saw snape walk away from the ledge."
"Write something back Padfoot!" James worry had faded away and turned into excitement, maybe this could be useful in an upcoming prank.
"Guys, Snape probably threw it at Peter on purpose. It must be a Slytherin prank." Remus reasoned, however the boys were too overwhelmed with excitement to let any reasonable explanations in.
Sirius quickly dipped his quill into his near empty bottle of ink and hurriedly scribbled down something before the lesson ended.
July 11th 1996
"Who are you and how do you know our names? " Hermione whispered looking down sceptically at the diary. She looked over at Harry who stared down with wonder and excitement. Hermione sighed. It has been hard for Harry, she knew that. Losing so many people it was bound he would grasp anything that could relate back to his family. Seeing this diary, reading as the marauders were talking back to them, all of them, it gave him some sense of hope.
It was terrible.
"Harry, the diary has done this before. Remember how riddle turned you against Hagrid? How he corrupted Ginny into opening the chamber of secrets by being her 'friend'. For all we know, it could be playing with us again."
" But 'Mione, Voldemort didn't even know the marauders names! Neither would his followers seeing as most of them had left school by then!" Harry got up from his seat and started to pace.
"What about snape?"
"Snape…wouldn't even bother." His fists clenched tightly. "He killed Dumbledore, he's gained Voldemort trust. Besides, he knows we destroyed it."
Hermione sighed again. She hadn't seen Harry light up at something since the discovery of having a Godfather. " I don't know."
Harry threw his head back in an agitated way. "Look, if it is Voldemort, I can do what he did to Ginny and I. I can gain his trust and get all the insider information from him. And if it really were the marauders…Hermione, I could speak to my parents and Sirius again."
Hermione rubbed her eyes fiercely, wanting nothing more than to sleep. Her rational thoughts were being tainted by the thought of a good night's rest. She groaned loudly and walked out of the common room and into the girls' dormitory.
Harry smiled, he had worn her down.