Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of J.K Rowlings world but Aurora and other O.C are mine.
"..When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice." - Indian.
The chamber was very long and dimly lit, towering stone pillars entwined with carved serpents rose up to support a ceiling lost in the darkness above. The pillars cast long black shadows through the odd, greenish gloom that filled the place. Every step echoed loudly off the shadowy walls, and I felt like the stone eyes of the snakes were following me. More than once, I thought I saw one stir. As I drew level with the last of the pillars, a statue as high as the chamber itself loomed into view, standing proudly against the back wall.
I had to crane my neck to look up into the giant face above; it was ancient and monkey-like, with a long thin beard that fell almost to the bottom of the wizards sweeping stone robes, where two enormous grey feet stood on the smooth chamber floor.
Walking until I was at its feet, I knelt; almost as if I were to pray to it and placed a small thin book down. It had a shabby black cover with a faded date on the corner. I knew at once it was a diary and flipped it open. The pages, blank and nondescript suddenly started to blow as if caught in a high wind, stopping midway through the dairy.
It was then that I was truly shocked, or horrified as the small moving image in the top cover swelled and pulsed. A faint glow seemed to seep out, growing and forming... the glowing seemed to make me feel weak, the edges of my vision turning to a swirl of dull colours.
The mass of light seemed to form a person - a boy. He was tall, and handsome, with jet black hair. He wore black robes that had a gleaming silver prefect badge on and the Hogwarts crest. The boy, whoever he was, was the last thing I saw as I hit the cold marble floor.