The next morning Bellatrix got up, got dressed in her school robes, grabbed her books and headed down the stairs. She hadn't gotten much sleep last night, for her wondering about the little black diary had kept her wide awake. She was determined to know who Tom Riddle was, even if it meant asking others for help. She headed off towards the Great Hall for breakfast, where she would also be given her schedule by Professor Slughorn, the Slytherin head of House.

When she got down to the Great Hall entrance, she walked with the crowd into the huge, brightly lit room, already filled with overly excited first years, her sister included. She went to sit down beside Serra, Hailey, and her two sisters. It seemed that Narcissa was still babbling on, that is, until she caught the eye of Lucius Malfoy. She blushed deep crimpson as he smiled at her and turned back to his friends, still smiling. Bellatrix seemed to notice this and glared in his general direction. After that, Narcissa stared down at her breakfast and continued to eat in silence.

When they were finished with breakfast, they were each handed their schedules and hurried off to class.

The school day was finally over and all of the Slytherin's had joined in the common room simply to chat about their summers, seeing as most had been busy unpacking the previous night. While the others stayed in the common room, Bellatrix hurried up the steps to the girl's dormitories. She took Tom Riddle's diary and a quil out of her bag, and sat down on the floor, leaning against her bed. She opened the small book to a blank page and began to write:

'Dear diary, my name is Bellatrix Black.'

As she went to dip the quil back into the ink, preparing to continue writing in the mysterious, blank diary, she watched in amazement as the ink on the paper dissapeared slowly, only to be replace seconds later with:

'Hello Bellatrix, my name is Tom Riddle.'

Bellatrix's eyes widened and she quickly went back to writing. She decided to ask the one question that had been begging for an answer all day.

'Who are you?'

The ink dissapeared again, and it was several more seconds before 'Tom' replied.

'Who I am is not important, Bellatrix.'

Bellatrix was exasperated, irritated, upset with the diary, and with Tom. His ink soon faded, leaving Bellatrix to stare down at the blank page in aggravation. Annoyed, she shut the diary and threw it onto the bedside table, stood up, then went to lay down on the bed.