Chapter 9
BPOV
The second Professor Snape and I entered his office I got the feeling that I'd just walked straight to my doom. The entire room just screamed hell with its dark green Slytherin light, not to mention the bottled substances surrounding the shelves that contained things such as ears eyeballs spiders an ashwinder lizards and etc.
Gulp, yep I was definitely gonna die.
"Take a seat" spoke Professor Snape.
He flicked his wand and within seconds the door slammed close behind me.
Not about to disobey the scary wizard I quickly took a seat in the leather black chair in front of his desk.
"Miss Potter as you are most likely aware an attack took place earlier this evening" said Professor Snape standing in front of his desk.
"Yes sir I heard. Poor Mrs Norris" I said pretending to be sympathetic.
"Indeed. Were you also aware that one of your fellow housemates was found recklessly wandering the halls last night after being cursed by a memory charm?" asked Snape.
Uh oh
"N-no, no I had no idea" I lied.
"Miss Parkinson was fortunate to be alive, though it is unclear whether she will ever recover her memories or not" said Snape.
"That's terrible, who would want to do such a thing?" I asked.
There was a deadly pause before he spoke again.
"I have my suspicions" said Snape folding his arms over his chest.
Oh god he knew, I could tell by the cold look behind his eyes that he knew. It was probably why he brought me here, to either expel me or torture my sorry butt.
"Professor I..."
"Miss Potter you do know the difference between a truth and a lie don't you?" asked Snape coyly.
"Yes sir" I nodded.
"Then you should also know that attempting to deceive a prefect is never a wise choice" said Snape.
"Sir I really don't have slightest idea what you're talking about. I haven't done anything" I said.
At this he slammed both hands down on the desk making me jump. "Don't. Lie. To me" he snapped.
"Exactly what is it I'm meant to have done Professor?" I asked him.
"As I recall last night you were seen leaving the grate hall as well as Miss Parkinson who according to your housemates went missing immediately after only to turn up hours later with no recollection of who she was" explained Snape.
"What are trying to say professor?" I asked frowning at the man.
"I am aware that you are somehow involved with Miss Parkinson's current condition and deny all you please but I will recover the truth about this recent event, one way or another" he sneered at me.
"With all do respect professor Snape you have no evidence to attach me to whatever happened to Pansy so I can't be touched. And furthermore don't you have bigger things to worry about? Such as the attack on Mrs Norris" I suggested.
Just then Snape reached forward to fist my shirt yanking me up so we were face to face.
"Do not tempt me Potter because rest assured though you maybe safe for now it will only be a matter of time before your true colours are known and when that day comes I will personally ensure you regret the day you were born!" he menacingly spoke.
"Are you really threatening me right now?" I asked in shocked manner.
"I don't do threats girl, only vows I that I've never once not kept" said Snape.
"Your words are empty and meaningless to me. I'm innocent and unless Pansy herself tells you otherwise I suggest you go through your list of suspects again because while I stand here the actual criminal is still amongst the school and could for all we know strike again at any time" I said.
Snape then roughly released me and stared me down. "I'll be watching you Potter, mark my words if you step one toe out of line nothing on this earth shall save you from expulsion. Am. I. Clear?" he asked.
"Perfectly Sir" I said.
He then dismissed me or should I say told me to get out and as I left Snape's office I realized then I was in deep trouble. My head of house was on to my savage act and if I was to give myself away even the slightest bit then Dumbeldore would have my butt thrown out of Hogwart's faster than I could say magic. I couldn't allow that to happen, I wouldn't.
Upon returning to the dorm I saw Draco Crab and Goyle still sat on the sofas, it wasn't until they heard me enter that they jumped up with all three looking at me with worried expressions.
"Are you okay?" asked Draco.
"What happened?" Crab asked.
"What did he say?" next was Goyle.
"One question at a time guys" I said going to sit down.
"What did Snape want?" asked Draco.
"Apart from wanting to expel me, nothing much" I spoke with sarcasm.
"What?" all three gasped.
"He knows what I did to Pansy guys, or at least he thinks he does" I told them.
"How could he possibly know?" asked Draco.
"He witnessed both Pansy and I leave that night and basically put two and two together. But I planted the doubts in his mind just to throw him off a bit, at least until I can buy myself enough time to figure out what my next move will be" I said sinking into the sofa.
"They can't chuck you out, Pansy is the one responsible because she came after you and if you hadn't stopped her she would have killed you. It was self defence" said Goyle.
"They won't see it that way and it's my fault. If I hadn't charmed Parkinson we could maybe have exposed her for the psycho she is, but now people see her as the victim and me...I'm the perpetrator who walked right into the trap. Bravo" I said sarcastically.
"There's got to be something we can do. Let me talk to my father he'll find you a way out I'm sure" spoke Draco in hope.
"Thanks but I got myself into this, now I have to find a way out" I said.
Not that I wasn't grateful for the gesture but I was determined to find a fail safe for this nerve wrecking situation and personally put Snape in his place, if he as well as Dumbeldore thought they could back me into a corner and scare me they were wrong.
Later that night I was laid in bed though unable to sleep because there was just too much going on in my head for that. Deciding I needed a friend I pulled out the leather diary from under my pillow and quietly snuck out the room being sure not to wake anyone before heading down to the parlour taking a seat at a desk then grabbed a pen and begun to write.
"Tom? Are you there?"
I wrote on one of the blank pages.
"Isabella, you've returned. I was beginning to think you weren't coming back"
"I'm sorry I made you think that I didn't mean to make you wait so long"
"Nothing to be sorry for, I simply...missed your presence. It's rather comforting even from behind a book"
Am I stupid for blushing at a diary?
"Thank you, the feeling is mutual I assure you. Though I do wish at this moment I could trade places with you"
"Why do you say that Isabella?"
"Well you see...I've stupidly put myself in a terrible position and because of that I'm afraid that I'll be getting kicked out of Hogwart's soon"
"What's happened?"
"A fight broke out between myself and one of my house mates and I used a memory charm on her, safe to say I did quite the job too"
"What was the cause of such a thing?"
"Well...lets just say that this girl and I aren't exactly the best of buds, in fact she's unstable. She's had it in for me since first year but only yesterday the sneaky witch decided to get the jump on me. If I hadn't struck her down when I did I doubt I'd be speaking to you right now"
"What coward dares to attack you?"
"Her name is Pansy Parkinson, the all round pain in the backside"
"Parkinson you say? Any relation to Sebastian Parkinson?"
"Yes that's her father. How did you know?"
"He was in Slytherin as well as I, we were amongst the same year and to say he was quite the nuisance would be putting it mildly"
"Wait, you were in Slytherin too? So am I"
"Really?"
"Yeah. My brother was placed in Griffindor but the sorting hat put me in Slytherin"
"Are you not upset about being parted from your sibling?"
"At first I was but then after I tried talking with my brother he completely stuck his nose up at me and basically said that I was an abomination just for being in Slytherin. He broke my heart that day and turned his back on me, the only family I had left abandoned me for his precious friends and didn't even show the slightest bit of remorse"
"Forgive me for saying this but your brother is a complete and utter fool, it takes a person of cold heart to betray their blood in such an unforgiving way. I'm just sorry for what you must have gone through, are still going through"
"Thanks for the sympathy but honestly I'm over it. Harry and I have gone our separate ways and its for the best, he has his world and vice versa. I have incredible friends who adore and appreciate me for me and in I return love them as if they were my own blood"
"I'm glad to hear that you have people at your side who you can trust and that you're not alone"
"Me too. I just wish the same could be said for you. How lonely you must have been all this time, such isolation would be enough to drive a person to madness"
"I do not dwell on it. I learnt to block out my emotions a long time ago so to stop myself from becoming overwhelmed, it makes it a whole lot more easier to bare until I can escape this prison"
Just then I remembered something.
"Tom, could I ask you a question?"
"Of course, ask away"
"This is gonna sound strange but…would you happen to know anything about the Chamber of Secrets?"
He didn't respond at first but just then I got a reply.
"Yes I do"
"Great! Please could you tell me? I'm seriously dying to know the story behind it"
"Why the interest in such a malevolent tale?"
"Lets just say that right now it's called for"
"Very well then. I shan't tell you though. I would much rather...show you"
I frowned at this. Huh? What did he mean by that?
"Let me take you back fifty years ago"
Before I had time to question this the pages of the diary suddenly flipped all by themselves before coming to an abrupt stop. That's when I saw something appear in the top right corner of the pages.
June 24th 1943
What the...
Just then I had to shield my eyes as I found myself being blinded by a bright light that had burst out from the diary itself. I felt as though I was literally somehow being pulled forward by an unknown source, but it could just be my imagination.
Or so I thought.
After a few minutes the light disappeared and as it did I lowered the arm that was covering my eyes and opened them to see I was no longer in the dorm but in the middle of a hall, the school hall to be exact, although it did look kind of different. As I walked toward the set of stairs I saw a boy about 16 or 17 standing at the top staring up at something, though what I had no idea.
"Hello" I called.
The boy was unresponsive, so deciding that maybe he hadn't heard me I made myself known from the shadows and begun ascending the staircase approaching the guy.
"Excuse me. Hello sir?" I said.
Still nothing. Not a flicker of the eye or anything.
"Hey Mr rude I'm talking to you. Did you hear me? I said I'm talking to..."
Right then as I reached out about to grab his arm I suddenly froze seeing two men pass the boy with mournful expressions and wondered why this was for a second until I saw them carrying what looked like a hospital stretcher and took in a breath at the sight of the sheet covered body that lay on top.
'Oh god no' I thought to myself swallowing a lump in my throat.
"Riddle!"
I heard a voice call as the boy in front of me narrowed his gaze from the two men to a familiar looking man at the top of the next staircase staring down at him.
"Professor Dumbeldore" spoke the boy.
What! Dumbeldore? How could he possibly be Dumbeldore? He's way too young.
Just as the boy started up the stairs toward...Dumbeldore I was about to follow after him when it suddenly occurred to me.
'Wait, did he just say Riddle?' I asked myself.
Could it be? Was it possible?
"It is not wise to wander the halls at this hour Tom" spoke Dumbeldore in a firm manner.
My eyes widened at the last word as I felt like I'd just been thrown for a loop.
It is him! He's Tom Riddle!
"Yes Sir, its just...I had to see it for myself if the rumours were true" spoke Tom rather nervously as he came to a halt in front of the head teacher.
"I'm afraid they are Tom, they are true" said Dumbeldore.
"And the school? I don't really have a home to go to, they wouldn't really close Hogwart's would they?" asked Tom sounding almost afraid.
Poor guy
"I understand Tom but I'm afraid we may have no choice, Head Master has already made his decision" said Dumbeldore.
"So if at all stopped, if the person committing these attacks was caught..."
"Is there something you wish to tell me Tom?" asked Dumbeldore seeming suspicious.
What was his deal?
"No Sir, nothing" spoke Tom.
I noticed the stern expression Dumbeldore then gave him as to say 'don't lie to me boy' but Tom just stood there looking non the wiser. What was going on here? Was I missing something? Why was the old coot so up in Tom's grill?
"Very well then, off you go".
"Goodnight Sir" said Tom.
He manoeuvred past Dumbeldore who still looked in two minds about him and quickly I followed after Tom taking note that nobody had given me a second glance, which then confirmed for me that I was most likely in one of Tom's memory's and that this was what he meant by showing me what happened back in his time.
He came to a halt just down one of the corridors for a moment looking back as if to check that none was around before swiftly heading down a set of stairs looking like a right predator on the prowl for something he'd smelt wrong.
He came to a stop outside a door at the end of yet another corridor and took out his wand once again glancing over his shoulder for no prying eyes. A muffled voice could be heard from the inside before Tom then yanked the door open startling the person.
"Good evening Hagrid" he said holding up his wand to the tall man.
Hagrid? Well I'll be damned. Still as scruffy looking now as he is in my time.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to hand you in Hagrid. I don't think you meant to hurt anyone" said Tom.
"You can't, you don't understand" said Hagrid.
"The dead girls parents will be here tomorrow, the least they and Hogwart's can know is the thing that killed their daughter" said Tom readying himself if the man tried anything.
"It wasn't him. Aragog would never kill anyone, never" spoke Hagrid defensively.
Who was Aragog? And why was he standing so protectively in front of that wooden crate?
"Stand aside Hagrid" demanded Tom.
"No"
"Stand aside Hagrid" repeated Tom raising his voice this time.
"No!" shouted Hagrid shaking his head.
"Cistem Aperio!" Tom waving his wand shot out a spell at the crate that then burst open and lord help me I nearly jumped out my skin for what happened next.
There crawling out the crate was a monstrous spider that was twice the size of a two month old human baby, and all I could think at that moment was 'holy crap!' as it scrammed right past me out the door.
"Arania Exumai!" shouted Tom casting another spell at the spider that then disappeared down the hall.
"Aragog! Aragog!" called Hagrid in desperation.
He went to go after the freakishly large spider but was halted in his tracks by Tom who held up his wand to him.
"I'm afraid I can't let you leave Hagrid. They'll have your wand for this, you'll be expelled" Tom told him.
I couldn't believe it. Hagrid, the man who was supposedly a friend to all brought a monster into the school and in doing so had gotten someone killed. And Dumbeldore still allowed him to work here? Was he insane? This man was a murderer for gosh sakes and if he's repeating what he started in this time we were all in serious danger.
Just then I felt like I was being dragged backwards as the same blinding light from before surrounded me and the last thing I saw was the door to the room Tom and Hagrid were in slam shut before my world blanked out.
Third Person's POV
How well this was going so far. Though this was just the start of the game, the real fun was still to come. They would soon know the darkness he brought once more, he would make each and every one of them suffer through the fallen blood of their children.
Yes, Lord Voldemort would soon rise again and this time vengeance would be at it's coldest.
Author's Note: Oooo wouldn't like to be on the dark lords bad side. So what do we think so far? Will Tom escape the diary? Will Bella assist him? Or will she find out his true identity first? You decide.
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