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Chapter 2: A Back to School Nightmare

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Classes began immediately the next day. Jarred expected his day to go smoothly, he was wrong, of course. When he walked into the Great Hall, he went up to the Gryffindor table. Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting in a group. Hermione was giving Harry and Ron a disapproving look while they talked to Neville.

"What were you two morons thinking?!" Jarred immediately said to Harry and Ron. "You two could of gotten killed! Or worse expelled —!"

"Good morning to you too, Jarred," Harry said sarcastically. "Could you not yell at us too?"

"Yeah!" said Ron. "Hermione already yelled at us last night! And this morning!"

Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron and looked at Jarred. "They, thankfully, didn't get expelled," she said. She looked back down at her book Voyages with Vampires.

"But we did get detention," Harry reminded her. "Hopefully it's not in the forest again."

The Forbidden Forest on the Hogwarts grounds was very unpleasant. Last year when they got detention, Jarred, Harry, and Draco Malfoy had almost gotten killed by Voldemort, who had killed a unicorn to return to life.

Owls then began to rush in from the roof. They began dropping letters to a few students. A big, lumpy package hit Neville on the head, and a second later, something large and gray fell into Hermione's breakfast.

"Oh, no —" Ron gasped, looking at his owl. The owl had swooped down and landed on the table. The owl looked dead, but apparently, that was what Ron was worried about. A small bright envelope was in the owl's talons.

"What's the matter?" asked Harry.

"She's — she's sent me a Howler," said Ron faintly.

"A what?" Jarred asked. The letter didn't look harmful. But Ron was holding it as if it would explode.

"You'd better open it, Ron," said Neville in a whisper. "It'll be worse if you don't."

"Worse?" Jarred asked confusingly.

"My gran sent me one once," continued Neville, "and I ignored it and" he gulped, "it was horrible."

Harry, meanwhile, was looking at their petrified faces then at the red envelope.

"Oh, for the love of Irene!" Jarred said, snatching the letter from Ron. "It's a letter —" he began opening it. "What could it possibly —?"

He was cut off be the most loudest screaming he'd ever heard. A voice had exploded from the letter and was screaming now at Ron, who looked like he want to die on the spot. Neville had stuffed his fingers into his ears.

Jarred, unfortunately, because he had opened it near Ron, got a full blast.

"— LETTER FROM DUMBLEDORE LAST NIGHT, I THOUGHT YOUR FATHER WOULD DIE OF SHAME, WE DIDN'T BRING YOU UP TO BEHAVE LIKE THIS, YOU AND HARRY COULD HAVE DIED! I'M ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED —!"

It was Mrs. Weasley's voice, but it was a hundred (A HUNDRED) times louder then normal. People throughout the hall were looking at them. The Slytherin table was practically dying of laughter.

"—STRAIGHT HOME!" the Howler finished at Ron. But then the letter, which was floating in midair, looked at Ginny. "Oh, and Ginny dear, congratulations on making Gryffindor! Your father and I are so proud!"

Ginny looked less than proud in that moment. The redhead looked mortified and embarrassed.

The Howler looked back at Ron, spit at him, then burst into flames. Ron looked extremely embarrassed.

Hermione, who had been reading her book the entire time, closed her book and said, "Well, I don't know what you expected, Ron, but you —"

"Don't tell me I deserved it," snapped Ron.

Jarred touched his ear. "Am I... deaf?" he said aloud. He could barely hear himself.

Hermione grabbed his ear and whistled in it.

"YAH!" Jarred yelled. He touched his ear and said, "Hey, I can hear again!"

"Who's Irene?" Harry asked him. "Before you said 'for the love of Irene'."

Jarred thought for a second and realized he knew the name. He didn't, however, know what or who he had been referring too.

"I... don't know... who..." Jarred said thinking really hard.

But unfortunately, he didn't have time to think. Professor McGonagall was moving along the table, handing out course schedules. Jarred saw they had Herbology first period.

The four of them then got up and walked out of the Great Hall. The Greenhouses were on the sides of the castle, as well as in the back, the walk was long and tiring.

Halfway there, Hermione pulled Jarred to the side and whispered, "Do you remember who 'Irene' is?"

Jarred shook his head. "No, I don't. But... I've been remembering all sorts of stuff lately."

It was true. Over the summer, Jarred had been saying random stuff that no one knew about. He'd once had been humming a song and his father asked him what it was and who it was by and Jarred give it to him. When his father looked them up, he found that the song, nor the artist, existed. These sort of things would happen from time to time.

But that wasn't the most of it. While in the city one day, Jarred was looking at a mother and daughter walking down the street. A vision in his head saw them getting hit by a black truck. Jarred then shouted at them to moved and a black truck had came speeding down the road.

"I don't know what's wrong with me, Hermione," Jarred said. "All this stuff I'm remembering or seeing for that matter —"

"Have you been seeing the future again?" Hermione asked.

Jarred nodded.

Hermione was quiet for a moment, then said, "Later, we're going to the library to find out about Irene. Maybe that will shed some light on this."

Harry and Ron were already by the door leading outside when he and Hermione caught up. They were about to go out when someone shouted, "Jarred!"

Ginny Weasley was running down the hall towards them. Her face was beet red and she was clutching her diary in her hand. She looked at Harry for a second, blushed, the n said, "C-Could I talk to Jarred for a second?"

Ron opened his mouth to say something, but Jarred had already said "Sure!" Harry and Hermione pulled Ron away and walked outside, leaving Jarred alone with Ginny.

"What is it, Ginny?" Jarred asked her.

"Did you really find nothing in the book?" Ginny asked quickly.

Jarred blinked. "What?"

Ginny sighed and showed him the book. "I've been writing in it since you gave it to me on the train. I'd written a whole page when I noticed it was gone." She took out a ink and quill and dipped the quill in the ink. Ginny wrote her name down and as soon as she stopped, it disappeared.

"That's..." Jarred said amazed, "impossible."

"I had wrote in the diary after that 'What's going on?' and someone wrote back!" Ginny continued excitedly. "Tom Riddle, the name on the back, wrote back to me!"

When he heard Riddle's name again, Jarred's insides went cold. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. "Give me the book," he said without thinking.

"What?" Ginny asked.

"I don't know who Tom Riddle is," Jarred said calmly, "but I do know that this diary isn't normal. I... I want to talk to Riddle and see if he's dangerous."

Ginny nodded. "I understand." She handed him the book. "I'll let you go to class," she said, and she walked away, jogging down the corridor.

Jarred looked down at the diary.

He needed to find out what it was, and fast.

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Herbology was an interesting class. It wasn't Jarred's all-time favorite, but it was still fascinating. Professor Sprout, a plump woman in tan clothes, was standing behind a bench with twenty pairs of different colored earmuffs on it.

When Jarred walked in, she said, "We'll be repotting Mandrakes today. Now, who can tell me the properties of the Mandrake?"

To nobody's surprise, Jarred and Hermione's hands were first into the air.

"Mandrake, or Mandragora," said Hermione, sounding as if she swallowed the textbook, "is a powerful restorative."

"It is used to return people who have been transfigured or cursed," continued Jarred, "to their original state."

"Excellent. Ten points each to Gryffindor and Ravenclaw," said Professor Sprout. "The Mandrake forms an essential part of antidotes. It is also, however, dangerous. Who can tell me why?"

Hermione's hand hit Jarred's glasses before he could say anything. He pick his glasses off the floor as Hermione said, "The cry of the Mandrake is fatal to anyone who hears it."

"Precisely. Take another ten points," said Professor Sprout. "Now, the Mandrakes we have here are still very young."

She pointed to a row of deep trays as she spoke. A hundred or so tufty little plants were growing in there in rows. Everyone were looking at them with interest and caution.

"Everyone take a pair of earmuffs," said Professor Sprout.

There was a scramble as everyone tried to seize a pair that wasn't pink and fluffy. Jarred managed to pick up a red fluffy one. He was happy nonetheless, red was his favorite color.

Everyone put their earmuffs on and Professor Sprout picked up the nearest Mandrake.

Jarred let out a gasp that no one could hear and half gaged.

Instead of roots, an extremely ugly and dirty baby popped out of the pot. Even with his earmuffs on, the baby's screams were loud and everyone covered their ears.

Professor Sprout put the Mandrake into another pot, burying him in dark, damp compost until only the leaves were visible. Professor Sprout dusted off her hands, gave them all the thumbs-up, and removed her own earmuffs.

"As our Mandrakes are only seedlings, their cries won't kill yet," she said calmly. "However, they will knock you out for several hours, and as I'm sure none of you want to miss your first day back, make sure your earmuffs are securely in place while you work. I will attract your attention when it is time to pack up. Four to a tray — there is a large supply of pots here —"

Everyone then began getting into groups. Jarred, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were joined at their tray by a curly-haired Hufflepuff boy.

"Justin Finch-Fletchey," he said brightly, shaking Harry's hand. "Know who you are, of course, the famous Harry Potter... And you're Hermione Granger — always top in everything" (Hermione beamed as she shook his hand) "— and Ron Weasley. Wasn't that your flying car?"

Ron didn't say anything, as the Howler was still on his mind.

"And you're Jarred... Blowfish?" Justin asked him.

Ron and Harry snorted, Hermione give a small smile then gave them hard looks.

"Yes," Jarred said, sighing. "And it's Blofis. Not the first time I've been called 'Blowfish'."

Justin the began talking about Lockhart, calling him "brave" and stuff. They started to get their pots ready.

"My name was down for Eton, you know," Justin continued. "I can't tell you how glad I am to be here instead. Of course, Mother was slightly disappointed, but since I made her read Lockhart's books I think she's begun to see how useful it'll be to have a fully trained wizard in the family..."

"You're a muggleborn?" Jarred asked curiously.

Justin nodded. "That's right."

Their conversation was cut short by them starting with the Mandrakes. Professor Sprout made it look like a walk in the park, but it wasn't. The Mandrakes yelled, kicked and screamed (very loudly). By the end of the class, everyone was covered in dirt and sweaty. There was a intense rush to the bathroom for a quick wash and then they all went to Transfiguration.

Professor McGonagall's classes were always hard, but today was extremely difficult. They were supposed to be turning beetles into buttons (for reasons why there was a spell for this Jarred didn't know).

Jarred and Hermione managed to turn their buttons immediately, while Harry and Ron were struggling. Ron was having the most trouble. According to Harry, Ron had broken his wand when they crashed into the Whomping Willow, a violent tree on the grounds. Since then, the wand didn't work the same.

After class, they went to lunch. Ron's mood was not improved by Hermione showing him the buttons she made in class.

"What's our next class, Hermione?" Jarred asked, changing the subject.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts," Hermione said at once.

"Why," demanded Ron, seizing her schedule, "have you outlined all Lockhart's lessons in little hearts?"

Hermione snatched the schedule back, blushing furiously. "Let's go outside," she said, picking her things up.

"You guys go on without me," Jarred told them once they were out of the Great Hall. "I need to go to the... library."

Hermione nodded and Harry and Ron followed her outside. Jarred watched them go then made a beeline for Ravenclaw Tower. He thought if the diary did end up speaking to him, he didn't want anyone to see.

As Jarred had thought, entering the common room only a few older students were there. He immediately walked up to his dormitory and shut the door.

He took the diary out of his backpack and put it on the desk. He opened it and found a quill, dipped it in ink, and began writing in it.

"My name is Jarred Blofis," he wrote.

Immediately after he finished writing, his words disappeared and new words, with different handwriting, appeared.

"Hello, Jarred Blofis. My name is Tom Riddle. How did you come by my diary?"

The words disappeared as fast as they came and Jarred began writing back.

"A friend of mine found it with her school books," he quickly wrote. "A man called Lucius Malfoy put it with her books. I have no idea why. How is this diary... like this?"

Jarred wasn't really sure how to ask how the diary did the things it did. Fortunately, Riddle seemed to understand.

"My diary is magic. It took a while to figure it out, but eventually the diary could write back, with my thoughts and answers. Think of me as a memory, I am long dead now, so myself when I was a student at Hogwarts is in this book."

"I'm at Hogwarts right now," Jarred wrote. "I wasn't sure if this diary was dangerous or not, so I took it from my friend."

"May I ask, what is your blood status? Are you a wizard or a muggleborn?"

Jarred told Riddle he was a halfblood and began answering Riddle's other questions. He asked about his life, his family and his friends. Riddle seemed interested in Harry for some reason. Riddle then answered some of Jarred's questions. He told Jarred that he was a Hogwarts student from fifty years ago and that he was prefect and Head Boy during his years.

The clock on the wall interrupted the rest of his questions. It was time for Lockhart's class! Jarred wrote a quick goodbye and explanation for Riddle, gathered his things and ran down the tower.

It wasn't a long walk to the classroom, as it was in the main tower near the Ravenclaw Tower. The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was large with two rows of eight desks and a chalkboard at the front with a desk off to the side. Giant pictures with Lockhart in them, winking and smiling, stood above them on the walls.

Lockhart himself was standing behind the teacher's desk, looking at them all with a small smile. Jarred saw Harry and Ron sitting in the middle row, while Hermione sat with Susan Bones at the front of the classroom.

Jarred took a seat next to Neville, who looked nervous as ever, in the front row. When the whole class was seated, Lockhart cleared his throat and silence fell. "I would like to introduce your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor," he said, picking up Neville's copy of Travels with Trolls, and held it up to show his winking face on the front, "Me."

Hermione and Susan sighed dreamily at the front, as well as some other girls. A few boys (Jarred included) looked at Lockhart like he was the weirdest thing ever.

"Gilderoy Lockhart," he continued, "Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five time winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming Smile Award — but I don't talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandin Banshee by smiling at her!"

He waited for them to laugh; a few people smiled weakly.

I'm sure all you did was look at the banshee and it ran away screaming "PLEASE DON'T TALK TO ME!" thought Jarred.

"I see you've all bought a complete set of my books — well done," Lockhart said. "I thought we'd start today with a little quiz. Nothing to worry about — just to check how well you've read them, how much you've taken in —"

He then started to hand out thick packets to each row. "You have thirty minutes — start — now!"

Jarred looked down at his paper and read:

1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?

2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?

3. What, in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?

The test and ridiculous questions went on and on, until it end on:

54. When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday, and what would his ideal gift be?

Jarred hoped Lockhart didn't mind a "ticking box" as a birthday present.

Half an hour later, Lockhart collected the papers and began reading them one by one in front of the class.

"Tut, tut — hardly any of you remembered that my favorite color is lilac. I say so in Year with the Yeti. And a few need to read Wanderings with Werewolves more carefully — I clearly state in chapter twelve that my ideal birthday gift would be harmony between all magic and non-magic people — though a ticking box sounds very intriguing, Mr. Blowfish!"

He gave them another wink. Every single boy staring at Lockhart with disbelieving faces. Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan were laughing silently in their seats. Hermione was listening to Lockhart with rapt attention and gave a start when he said her name.

"... but Miss Hermione Granger knew my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil and market my own range of hair-care potions —good girl! In fact" he flipped her paper over "full marks! Where is Hermione Granger?"

Hermione raised a trembling hand.

"Excellent!" beamed Lockhart. "Quite excellent! Take ten points for Gryffindor! And so — to business —"

He bent down and picked up a large covered cage from behind his desk.

"Now — be warned! It is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to wizardkind!" began Lockhart.

Like you? Jarred thought.

"You may find yourselves facing your worst fears in this room! Know that no harm can befall you whilst I am here."

Jarred sat up to get a better look at the cage. Lockhart placed a hand dramatically on the cover. Dean and Seamus had stopped laughing now. Neville was cowering next to Jarred.

"I must ask you not to scream," Lockhart said in a low voice. "It might... PROVOKE THEM!" He whipped off the cover, to reveal tiny blue pixies. The pixies had started jumping and moving around violently when the cover was removed.

Seamus Finnigan let out a snort of laughter that even Lockhart couldn't mistake for a scream of terror.

"Yes?" he asked, smiling at Seamus.

"Well, they're not — they're not very — dangerous, are they?" Seamus choked.

"Don't be so sure!" Lockhart said, waggling a finger annoyingly at Seamus. "Devilish tricky little blighters they can be! Right, then," he said loudly. "Let's see what you make of them!" And he opened the cage.

It was complete chaos. The pixies shot in every direction like rockets. Everyone screamed and began getting under desks. Two of the pixies grabbed Neville by the ears and dragged him up to a chandelier and hook him onto to it. Several of them shot straight out of the windows, showering glass everywhere in the back row.

"Come on now — round them up, round them up, round them up, they're only pixies!" Lockhart shouted.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Jarred were bent over trying to knock the pixies out. One pixie grabbed Hermione's hair.

"Hold still, Hermione!" Harry shouted, and swat a book at the pixie.

"Nice shot!" Jarred yelled, whacking a pixie with a Lockhart book.

Lockhart, thinking the pixies were getting out of control, took out his wand and bellowed, "Peskipiksi Pesternomi!"

It had absolutely no effect; one of the pixies grabbed his wand and threw it out the window. Lockhart then ran up the stairs to his office, failing to catch a pixie with his picture.

"Well, I'll ask you four to just nip the rest of them back into their cage," Lockhart said to Jarred and his friends. He then bolted into his office and slammed the door.

The bell rang and everyone ran out of the room. Neville was still hanging on the chandelier and Jarred, Ron, Hermione and Harry were still figuring out what to do.

"What do we do?" Ron asked them.

Jarred suddenly had an idea. He stood up, took out his wand and shouted, "Immobulus!"

The pixies all freeze immediately. They were all frozen, but moved in slow motion around the class room.

Neville, who was still hanging said, "Why is it always me?"

Jarred sighed and used the Levitating Charm ("Wingardium Leviosa!") to get Neville down and then started to gather up the pixies.

"Can you believe him?!" roared Ron as one of the floating pixies bit him on the ear.

"He just wants to give us some hands-on experience," said Hermione.

"Hands on?" repeated Harry. "Hermione, he didn't have a clue what he was doing —"

"I agree," said Jarred. "He even used a fake spell! I mean, seriously —"

"Rubbish," said Hermione. "You've read his books — look at all those amazing things he's done —"

"He says he's done," muttered Ron.

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It was now Sunday, Harry had told them yesterday they should visit Hagrid. So Jarred got up early and went to the Great Hall to meet them. He found Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table.

"Harry's at Quidditch practice," Ron told Jarred when he walked over. "Wood woke him up this morning and he's been at practice since."

After they all had breakfast, the three of them walked down to the Quidditch stadium on the other side of the castle. The stadium was shaped like an oval, with tall towers surrounding it.

When they got to the field, they saw Harry walking out of the locker rooms.

"Aren't you finished yet?" called Ron incredulously.

"Haven't even started," said Harry, looking at a piece of toast in Jarred's hand he had brought from the Great Hall. "Wood's been teaching us new moves."

Harry mounted his broomstick and kicked off the ground, soaring into the air. Jarred, Ron and Hermione watched them for awhile. Jarred and Hermione took out some homework for Potions and worked on it for a bit.

A clicking noise echoed across the stadium. A boy with mousy brown hair was clicking a large muggle camera at Harry and the rest of the team.

"Who's that?" Jarred asked Hermione.

"That's Colin Creevey, a new Gryffindor," said Hermione. "He asked Harry for a picture yesterday."

"And then Malfoy and Lockhart showed up —" Ron began, but then looked behind them. "Oh no, I smell trouble."

Several Slytherins were walking across the field to the Gryffindor team. Oliver Wood went up to an ugly and mean looking guy and began shouting at him.

"Let's go," Jarred said quickly. "I see Malfoy."

They gathered their things and ran halfway across the field to join them. Malfoy was standing in the middle holding up a black broomstick.

"What's going on?" Jarred asked, running up to Harry.

"And what is he doing here?" Ron asked looking at Malfoy.

"I'm the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley," said Malfoy, smugly. "Everyone's just been admiring the brooms my father's brought our team."

Ron gaped at the black broomsticks. "Those are Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones!"

"You disgust me, Malfoy," Jarred said. "Buying your way into the team is so uncalled for and unfair."

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in," said Hermione sharply. "They got in on pure talent."

Malfoy looked at her and said, "No one asked for your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood."

Ron pointed his wand at Malfoy. "You'll pay for that, Malfoy!" he yelled angrily. "Eat slugs!"

A loud bang echoed through the stadium and a jet of green light out of the wrong end of Ron's wand, sending him flying backwards. He landed on the ground a few feet away from them.

"Ron!" Harry yelled running beside him.

Fred and George helped Ron sit up. He was making a terrible face.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked. "Say something!"

Ron open his mouth, but a slimy green disgusting slug fell out.

"Eww," a few Gryffindors.

The Slytherins, meanwhile, were laughing.

A sudden flash came from behind Harry. "Cool! Can you turn him around, Harry?" asked Colin Creevey. He held up his camera for another picture.

"No! Get out of the way, Colin!" Harry said angrily. He grabbed Ron's arm and Jarred grabbed the other.

"Let's get him to Hagrid's," Jarred said. "He'll know what to do."

They moved past the Slytherins while they laughed. Jarred turned around and glared at Malfoy. "Oh? So you think this is funny?" he asked.

The Slytherins hollered with laughter again.

Without even thinking of the consequences, Jarred grabbed a broom from one of the teammates and... hit Malfoy somewhere that made him fall to the ground crying in pain. This got a laugh out of the Gryffindor team.

Harry was speechless. "Did you seriously just stick a broom up Malfoy's —?"

"Thank me later," Jarred said hastily. "Let's find Hagrid." He, Harry and Hermione supported Ron out of the stadium and across the grounds toward the edge of the forest where Hagrid lived.

They were halfway there when the door to Hagrid's hut opened, but it wasn't Hagrid who emerged. Lockhart, wearing pink robes, came striding out.

"Quick, behind here!" Harry hissed, dragging Ron behind a nearby bush. Hermione and Jarred followed.

They heard Lockhart shouting something to Hagrid then he began walking away. They waited until he was out of sight then Harry knocked on Hagrid's front door.

"Bin wonderin' when you'd come ter see me," said Hagrid opening the door. "Come in — come in thought you mighta bin Professor Lockhart again —"

The three of them helped Ron into the Hut. Hagrid, who didn't seem unsettled by Ron's slug problem, went to the back of his hut.

"This calls for specialist equipment," said Hagrid coming back with a bucket. He handed it to Ron, who immediately began throwing up into it, and sat down on a chair behind him. "Nothin' ter do but wait until it stops I'm afraid."

Ron threw up another slug.

"Eww," muttered Jarred.

"Better out than in," said Hagrid. "Who was Ron tryin' ter curse anyway?"

"Malfoy," said Harry bitterly. "He called Hermione..." he trailed off looking at her. "Um... well, I don't know exactly what it means."

Hermione got up and crossed her arms. She faced away from them and walked away, stopping a few feet away. "He called me a mudblood," she said quietly.

Hagrid gasped. "He did not!" he said angrily.

"What's a mudblood?" Harry asked. He looked at for an answer.

"I don't know," Jarred said shrugging.

"It means 'dirty blood,'" said Hermione. "Mudbloods are a really foul name for someone who is muggleborn, someone with non magical parents, someone like me!" She sighed. "It's not a term one usually hears in civilized conversations," she added hastily.

"The thing is, Harry," began Hagrid, "some wizards, like the Malfoy Family, who think they're better than everyone else because they're people called pure blood."

"That's horrible!" said Harry.

"It's barbaric!" Jarred said angrily. "And kind of racist!"

Ron threw up another slug, then said, "It's disgusting."

"And it's codswallop to birth!" said Hagrid. "Dirty blood," he muttered. "Why there isn't a wizard alive today that's not halfblood or less. More to the point, they've yet ter think of a spell that our Hermione can do!"

He sat up straight. "Come here," he said to Hermione. She walked up to him and Hagrid took her hand. "Don't you think on it, Hermione. Don't you think on it for one minute."

Hermione nodded and smiled warmly.

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They had been at Hagrid's for awhile longer, Hagrid showed Jarred, Harry and Hermione the pumpkins he was growing in his garden. When the four of them got back to the castle, Professor McGonagall told Harry and Ron their detentions were that night. Ron was going cleaning the trophy room (without magic) and Harry was going to be answering Lockhart's fan mail. Hermione told Jarred she had some studying to do and went off to Gryffindor Tower, which left Jarred alone. He made his way back to Ravenclaw Tower.

His dormitory was empty, his roommates were either in the common room or somewhere else in the castle. Jarred took off his school bag and brought out Tom Riddle's dairy. He had decided to ask Riddle some questions about the Hogwarts he knew. Unfortunately, he never got to the questions.

Just as he wrote a sentence to Riddle, Jarred felt lightheaded. Then he felt dizzy.

Stand up Riddle's voice hissed in his head.

Jarred stood up abruptly, knocking over his desk chair.

Go to the half giant's hut Riddle hissed. Get rid of the roosters.

And so he did, Jarred walked all the way back down to Hagrid's. Hagrid was most likely at dinner with the rest of the school. Without even a second thought, Jarred opened the gate to the garden. He picked up the nearest rooster that was walking around and snapped its neck. He did this for every rooster in the garden.

Go back up to the school Riddle commanded once he was finished. Go to the abandoned girls' bathroom on the first floor.

Once again, Jarred walked up to the school. He knew only from rumors and Hermione's complaining where the abandoned girls' bathroom was. Hermione had said she never wanted to in there because a ghost girl haunted the toilets. When Jarred opened the door to the bathroom, he saw a circular sink station. He walked up to the one on the right side.

"Open," Jarred hissed out.

Before he even realized that he didn't even speak English, there was loud clunk and the sink began to move. Jarred walked to the center of the room and watched as the sinks expanded, forming a hole in the middle of the floor.

A low hissing sound came out from it. Then the head of a giant snake poked its head out.

"At last... freedom..." the snake hissed. The snake stood up, with Jarred moving out of the way. The snake went up to a wall and began to shrink into the pipe system.

"Come... Come to me..." it hissed. "Let me rip you... Let me tear you... Let me kill you..."

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