Hi again my pretty little readers, still wanting more reviews otherwise this story WILL discontinue. It's a pity really because I quite like writing it and I have such good ideas for it all.

Now, in the words or Remus Lupin, (from a dub) : 'Now the elbows on the other Moose,' Let's get on with it.

Chapter 12: Christmas Holidays

I hadn't realised it was only one week to the end of Term and the time flew by quickly. Soon it was time to go to the Hogsmead station and get on the familiar Hogwarts express. I was a little nervous as we sat in the carriage because I hadn't told Fred and George I wasn't going to the Lupins, I was going to theirs. I decided to tell them on the train, sometime in the journey.

We all got out of the carriages', pulled by thin air (at least that's what everyone thought, but I knew different,) and got onto the train. We found a compartment and sat down nosily. Lee, (who I hadn't seen for a while) came and sat with us, but soon left to go and see his new girlfriend, Gemma, who was in Ravenclaw.

It was half way through the journey when the cart came round with sweets. I loaded the twins with as much as I could buy and we set about eating. It was now or never for telling them, I decided.

"Guys, I forgot to tell you," I started off calmly, picking at a chocolate frog, "I'm not going home with the Lupins."

Both boys looked up at this, both had stopped eating.

"You're not going home to Alfie are you?" asked Fred, his face grimaced as he said it.

I shook my head, my hair whipping around my face.

"I'm going home with you guys," I said, very calm and collected, but there was still a trace of excitement in my voice.

"Great," said George, "Why didn't you tell us?" he asked happily.

"Slipped my mind," I answered, they didn't look convinced, but thankfully they let it drop. Both had come to terms with me being engaged, Fred better than George, but they had come through, reminding me why I served so many detentions with these guys, other than them being fun.

"Where you sleeping?" asked Fred, practically.

"In Ginny's room," I shrugged. I was getting sick of all these questions about coming over, so I changed the subject.

"What do you think about all this heir of Slytherin stuff, I mean, c'mon, it's not gonna be Harry. He's not even in Slytherin." I changed the subject tactfully. I wanted to know who it was, but I could never think of any suspects.

"Dunno, don't care," said George grabbing a packet of Bertie Bott's every flavour beans.

"Anyway, what about you and Cedric, thinking about plans," said Fred cheekily wiggling his eyebrows at me. I slapped him on the arm with a book.

"Hey, what I do," he begged, holding his arm.

I raised my eyebrows at him, and then decided that this subject wasn't going to drop.

"I hope Ginny won't mind me shoving her into Ron's room," I said stuffing another chocolate frog into my mouth.

"Leave some chocolate frogs for us," George shouted as I picked up another and began to unwrap it. I had bought loads of them, I loved them.

"Chocolate gives you spots," Fred yelled, launching himself over to save the frog from my mouth.

"Hasn't yet, has it, I've been eating these things since I could chew properly," I taunted, having more fun than I had guessed I would ever on a train journey. We went on like this for a while until I wanted to read, and the boys decided to have a look at my IPod. They had thought it a bomb when I bought it, and still didn't like it, even though I had it with me all the time. By the end of the journey I think they were convinced.

We arrived on the platform just before dusk. We went to get our trunks in a good mood, even though inside my stomach was tying its self in knots.

We got off the train and looked for Mr. And Mrs. Weasley. They were standing with Mr. Diggory near the barrier. Great, I though, I really need another awkward moment with Cedric and the twins. The last time he came over to say Hi Fred and George had pelted him with some type of nasty smelling liquid. I said they had come to terms with it, I never said that they were happy about it. I loved that they were just like over-protective brother, not just friends.

"Shit," I murmured as Mr. Diggory began waving at me. I cringed.

"It'll be fine," George whispered in my ear putting his arm around my shoulders and giving me a comforting hug. I felt a little better till I saw Mr. Diggory's smile fade. I shrugged Georges arm off me and looked pointedly at the man.

"Hello Carlotta, how are you?" said Mr. Diggory coming over and giving me a hug. I hugged back quickly, both letting go quickly.

"Fine thank you," I said politely.

I glanced round to see Fred and George hugging their parents. Mrs. Weasley came over and surprised me by smothering me in a spine cracking embrace.

"Oh, Lotta, it's so nice for you to be coming with us, I'm so sorry about your parents, they were very nice people," she said. I had met Mrs. Weasley before, but it hadn't been loads.

"Hello Mrs. Weasley, I hope it's not too much trouble for you to take me in," I said putting on a fake smile, I wasn't sure if it looked convincing but it seemed to work.

"Oh, it's fine love, anyway, it's a happy occasion, you getting engaged. Oh, I remember when I got my first letter home from George saying that he had made such a good friend, and now look, getting engaged," she said, going on about the past. I peered round her and raised my eyebrows at a very red George. We listened to Mrs. Weasley and waited for Ginny to come over. Mr. Diggory was still with us, talking happily to Mr. Weasley.

I watched the crowd for Ginny but instead caught sight of Cedric coming towards us. My stomach did a somersault as I saw him, but I was quite unsure why. Mr. Diggory caught sight of his son and cried in delight.

"Ced, how are you," he said going over and giving his son a hug. I smiled politely and hoped he had forgotten about the smelly balloons. Mrs. Weasley beamed at him as he came over and gave her a hug.

"Hello Mrs. Weasley, it's nice to see you," he said politely. He shook Mr. Weasleys hand but gave the twins a wide berth, before coming and giving me a hug. Surprisingly, instead of a awkward hug as I had expected, it was affectionate.

"Please don't let your friends kill me," he whispered playfully into my hair. I pulled away grinning, the twins were glaring daggers at him, which I must say, was quite unnerving.

"Oh, Carlotta, Cedric, we almost forgot. We've made plans to throw a small party for you, it's only small, just the two families, but it'll be nice," said a beaming Mrs. Weasley. I smiled, but dreaded it inside. I did not need it celebrated, as I didn't really want it.

"This will be brilliant," said Mr Diggory excitedly, he was beaming, his smile met each ear.

"Anyway, we better be off," said Mr. Weasley nodding at the Diggory's. We waved good-bye, some better than others and then went our separate ways.


We arrived at the Weasleys house with all our trunks just after the last light had faded from the sky. I had been to the Burrow before so knew what it looked like. We all went in to be greeted by the two eldest Weasley brothers, Charlie and Bill.

After hugs and rounds of here comes the bride from all Weasley boys and a few whacks from me we went to un-pack.

I was sitting in Ginny's room, pushing things into the already crowded wardrobe when I heard a voice, like the one from the other week.

I could actually make out what it was saying this time though.

"Come, come and we will tell each other secrets," it whispered. I looked up at Ginny; she didn't look as though she had heard anything so I went back to un-packing. It didn't happen again so I began to talk to Ginny, since I hadn't talked to her in a while.

"So, Ginny, who catches your eye at school?" I asked, already knowing the answer. Ginny had been obsessed with Harry Potter since she met him.

She blushed a deep crimson, almost the match of her hair. She murmured something I didn't quite catch.

"Sorry, what," I said, grinning at her,

"Harry Potter," she whispered in a small voice.

"Oh, that's so sweet," I cooed annoyingly making her hit me hard with a book.

"Owww, that hurt," came a hiss. I stood up straight. It had come from the book, the book was talking.

"Ermm, Ginny, can I have a look at that book," I said, reaching out to take it. She shook her head vigorously, making me think even more that something was wrong. I knew how dangerous books could be in the wizarding world. I had once tempted my sister to read one that would try and suck you into the story. I'd got caught and had been grounded. I didn't want Ginny getting in trouble like that, especially since she was the only girl in the whole house.

"Look, Ginny, I just want to make sure it's ok, honest," I said softly, putting my arm around her shoulders in a big sisterly way.

She sighed and handed over the book. I flipped through it quickly, hoping there would be something there, but there wasn't. The pages were blank. There was nothing there. Nada. Zilch. I flipped through it a good few times before turning it over and seeing the initials: Tom. M. Riddle.

"Ermm, Ginny, have you written in this book?" I asked attentively. That name rang a bell, but I couldn't place where I knew it from. She shook her head. I went and sat on the tiny desk in the corner of the room and picked up a quill and ink bottle. I heard Ginny take a sharp intake of breath as she saw I was going to write. I ignored her and began to write the date. It disappeared almost immediately. I looked to see if it had seeped through the page frantically, but found nothing. I began to write another sentence, a bit lost for anything to write. In the end it was:

My name is Carlotta Isabella Elizabeth Airey.

It faded like the date, I kept my eyes peeled on the page. A second later writing appeared on the page. I gasped in surprise. It read:

Hello Carlotta, my name is Tom. M. Riddle.

I dipped my pen in the ink and began to write again.

Hello Tom, who are you?

It disappeared again, Ginny was watching keenly from behind me. It wrote back:

A Memory

This made no sense to Ginny, because she was only a first year, but it made sense to me. This tome person had put himself, as a memory, into this book. Anyone who wrote in it would get a reply the person would give at that age. I hadn't heard of anyone being able to do it though, it was very advanced magic.

I put back:

Tom, did you know anyone called Victoria Tanlisa Harvey?

Ginny seemed to have no idea what I was doing, but I was trying to gage the age of this memory, and source it back to the owner of this book. It wrote back:

Yes

I began to scribble frantically:

How much younger was she than you?

The writing came back:

Her brother was 4 years below me when I was 16.

Tom answered. Great now I had to do math. I did some quick sums and figured that since it was 1991 now, this was made 50 years ago, which meant the year was 1941.I wrote:

You were 16 in 1941, weren't you?

The answer came back quickly.

You are a smart girl Carlotta, very impressive. Now let me take you back 50 years so you can see your uncle.

As soon as I had finished reading it I knew that this was wrong, the book was beginning to glow. I slammed it shut and stood on it. I looked at Ginny, surprised to see she was crying.

"Ginny, this is not good," I said, "I want you to throw this book away as soon as you get a chance," I said. She nodded. I heard Mrs. Weasley calling for dinner. I threw the book in Ginny's trunk and made my way downstairs. Ok, that was weird, and all I knew was that this book was bad news, very bad. At least she was going to throw it away when she got the chance.


Ok people, Please tell me in reviews if I got that math right, I did it a really hard way, then remembered that it was 50 years. How bad is that? Anyway, please review and PM me if you want to be a dedicated Beta because mine has gone to a stupid singing competition.

Lottie out..xx