Chapter 3: HP

As soon as I could think, I downed a Dizzy-Reducing potion. They helped after portkey travel. Looking around, I found I had landed in central park. I tucked the business card into my jacket pocket. Looking around, I saw a surprising amount of students wandering around for 1am. One of the students was pretending to conduct leaves in the wind with a "very refined stick."

Walking up to her I asked, "Hey, do you know where the nearest telephone box is?"

"Who're you," she asked, "some creepy perv. old guy?"

She waved her "stick" in my face. "I can hold my own."

I backed off slightly. "No, dear Merlin, I just got dropped off here from the portkey I took from London."

If she isn't a witch, I thought, I will be in so much trouble when I get back to England.

"Fine, I believe you." She said after a long pause. "The nearest phone is probably in the Plaza. It's a minute walk, but with that limp I'd say probably around 5 minutes."

She flipped her long white-blue hair over her shoulder. "I'll take you. By the way, I'm Delphi. Delphi Diggory."

"Harry Potter." I replied. "It's what, 1 am? Why are you still up?"

"I wasn't, but since I'm the closest Magical Being in the area, they notified me to pick you up. Be grateful." She says this nonchalantly, as if she's never heard of me. Thank the lord for small mercies.

"Alright, alright, I'll back off. I'm sorry for interrupting your beauty sleep."

We walk in silence the rest of the way. When we were arriving at the telephone box, Delphi suddenly stopped walking and asked, "What's hissing in your bag?"

"I'll show you when we get there." I replied.

We arrived at the phone booth in a matter of minutes. My leg was hurting whenever I put weight on it. It felt as if there were a thousand needles poking it. I dialed Don and left a voice message when it went to voicemail.

"Don? I know it's around 7' o'clock over there. I'll probably be visiting for a few weeks. See you then?" I hung up.

"Now will you tell me what's in the bag?" Delphi asked.

"Pestering me won't get you anywhere." I replied, but shrugged my backpack off anyways. I sat down on the curd and pulled out the diary.

"This," I say in explanation, "is Voldemort's teenage diary."

"So he was a trans!" Delphi exclaimed.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, he kept a diary, took a tiara, had a favorite pet, although, it was a snake, a special cup, and an insane infatuation with a teenage boy."

"Do girls actually have a special cup?"

"Oh, absolutely." She shoved me off the curb. "Who doesn't?"

"Boys?" I questioned.

I opened the diary to the first page and saw that Riddle had erased the previous words with new, ink splattered ones.

Good job, Potter, you found Delphi. One of my favourite brands of strawberries are located here. Don't die my heirs.

Tom M. Riddle

The diary signed off. We stared at it and them at each other.

Delphi spoke first.

"Okay that was weird. I know I'm related to him closely, but how then are you related to him?"

"Long story," I said.

"I have time." she said, sitting down on the curb. "It's not like there's anything else to do. Besides, what are you going to do this late at night?"

"I have no clue. Are you sure you want to hear it?"

Delphi nodded, "Yep."

"Alright, this story goes way back, back to the generation before the Peverell Brothers." I sat down on the curb with her.

"Why the generation before?" Delphi asked.

"Because. Now, let me finish the story. 'It was a dark, dark night. The winds howled and rain danced on the roof tops...'"