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A Puzzle Confusing A Riddle
By (reviewless) Pansy Parkinson
Part 3
Of What A Riddle ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"If only it said where the entrance is!"
Tom said quite angrily, speaking into his own reflection from the mirror
in the 'first years' dormitory while he was by himself.
"I mean, how is *anybody* meant to find it if Slytherin didn't write down how or where!"
Tom had started copying and re-writing all of Slytherin's findings into his own,
bigger diary because over the years,
many of his ancestors had added their findings on to it untill it was full.
His mother had been the last to write a message in the diary,
which happened to be a personal note- to Tom, it said...
To My Dear Son Tom, if you are reading this,
that probably means you're safe at Hogwarts.
I can not write down where the entrance to the Chamber Of Secrets is,
incase this diary falls into the wrong hands,
but this message is to ask of you,
not to open, or try to open the chamber.
Slytherin was full with hate and greed,
which personally makes me feel ashamed,
as I am related to him. I feel as if I, and many others in our family
who also chose not to try and open it are the lucky ones.
If you do make your decision, and chose evil over good,
you, like Slytherin, will be hated,
and will eventually end your life the same way as he,
without anybody who truly cares about you, or ever did.
I just hope you will make the right decision.
"Who is she to tell me what to do! She left me, forever,
and then that stupid Mudblood you chose to marry,
also left me. I hate you."
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The Next Day In His History Of Magic Class
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"In the non-magic community, there is only two world war's recorded in their history books,
but as you may allready know, there has been five Wizard World Wars, which all included the biggest cover-ups known to man. Around twenty thousand wizards died all
together in these five wars, but it is said,
that around sixty thousand muggles had to have
memory charms placed on them.
These charms, were so complex, that for years these
muggles would suffer from no side effects,
but once the muggle had entered his or her sixtyfifth birthday,
they would start to suffer from memory loss.
Muggles, all seem to think of this sickness as "an aging thing" and over the years experts have found out,
it has become hereditory, and there as of yet, seems to be
no cure..."
"bla, bla, blaaa, bla, bla."
Not bothering to keep his voice down, Tom had interuppted
Proffessor Binns for the second time that week.
"Excuse me Mr Riddle, your interuption may have
been small to you, but to me, it seems you've just earned
another weeks detention, and twenty points from Slytherin."
In 'The History of Magic' class, Proffessor Binns treated
his students with rather harsh punishments for two reasons,
one, he was quite 'old fashioned' and believed in
that sort of thing, and two, there were only a few brave people,
who had ever stood up to him in his adult life
and *death.* But the thing was, once Proffessor Binns
had said his end to the argument, it was allways over.
But Tom was still in too bad a mood with
the note his mother had written to care about
Binns's stupid old ways.
"Oh no!"
Tom said, rather sarcastically.
"Don't worry, I wont disrupt you any longer"
He said, heading for the door.
"Bye"
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"Did you *really* walk out on Binns!?"
Said an excited second year.
"Yeah, so what?"
"So what!, Binns'll be after your meat as soon as you hop out of the portrait hole!"
"Then I guess I'll just have to manage without any, wont I"
"You're a brave man Riddle, a *very* brave man!"
Talking to this over-excited second year, was very pointless to Tom,
but the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to
crawl up and sleep forever, to avoid the even
bigger detention that awaited rewarding to him the next day.
More of the Slytherins were coming toward
Tom to see if the rumours *were* true, but Tom
couldn't stand being around anyone any longer.
He walked and walked, untill he thought he would stay
lost forever untill...
"Where's Master, Must Eat, Must Kill, Must Have Food"
The sound came quickly, from- as it seemed, 'in the walls'.
Breathing quickly, and trying to put his eyes in all
directions at once, Tom waited for another sound and
he got it.
"Kill, Eat, Food."
Tom quickly ran away as fast as his feet would carry him.
"What, in Merlins name, was that?!...
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The ONLY way I can tell whether you liked it or not, is for you to review it! I've only got 3! Plllllllleeeeeeaaaaassssseeeee!
So far, 3 reviews is telling me you all hate it! I would like at least ten before I even think about doing another bit. So please review!
GO YOU BIG RED FIRE ENGINE!
A Puzzle Confusing A Riddle
By (reviewless) Pansy Parkinson
Part 3
Of What A Riddle ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"If only it said where the entrance is!"
Tom said quite angrily, speaking into his own reflection from the mirror
in the 'first years' dormitory while he was by himself.
"I mean, how is *anybody* meant to find it if Slytherin didn't write down how or where!"
Tom had started copying and re-writing all of Slytherin's findings into his own,
bigger diary because over the years,
many of his ancestors had added their findings on to it untill it was full.
His mother had been the last to write a message in the diary,
which happened to be a personal note- to Tom, it said...
To My Dear Son Tom, if you are reading this,
that probably means you're safe at Hogwarts.
I can not write down where the entrance to the Chamber Of Secrets is,
incase this diary falls into the wrong hands,
but this message is to ask of you,
not to open, or try to open the chamber.
Slytherin was full with hate and greed,
which personally makes me feel ashamed,
as I am related to him. I feel as if I, and many others in our family
who also chose not to try and open it are the lucky ones.
If you do make your decision, and chose evil over good,
you, like Slytherin, will be hated,
and will eventually end your life the same way as he,
without anybody who truly cares about you, or ever did.
I just hope you will make the right decision.
"Who is she to tell me what to do! She left me, forever,
and then that stupid Mudblood you chose to marry,
also left me. I hate you."
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The Next Day In His History Of Magic Class
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"In the non-magic community, there is only two world war's recorded in their history books,
but as you may allready know, there has been five Wizard World Wars, which all included the biggest cover-ups known to man. Around twenty thousand wizards died all
together in these five wars, but it is said,
that around sixty thousand muggles had to have
memory charms placed on them.
These charms, were so complex, that for years these
muggles would suffer from no side effects,
but once the muggle had entered his or her sixtyfifth birthday,
they would start to suffer from memory loss.
Muggles, all seem to think of this sickness as "an aging thing" and over the years experts have found out,
it has become hereditory, and there as of yet, seems to be
no cure..."
"bla, bla, blaaa, bla, bla."
Not bothering to keep his voice down, Tom had interuppted
Proffessor Binns for the second time that week.
"Excuse me Mr Riddle, your interuption may have
been small to you, but to me, it seems you've just earned
another weeks detention, and twenty points from Slytherin."
In 'The History of Magic' class, Proffessor Binns treated
his students with rather harsh punishments for two reasons,
one, he was quite 'old fashioned' and believed in
that sort of thing, and two, there were only a few brave people,
who had ever stood up to him in his adult life
and *death.* But the thing was, once Proffessor Binns
had said his end to the argument, it was allways over.
But Tom was still in too bad a mood with
the note his mother had written to care about
Binns's stupid old ways.
"Oh no!"
Tom said, rather sarcastically.
"Don't worry, I wont disrupt you any longer"
He said, heading for the door.
"Bye"
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"Did you *really* walk out on Binns!?"
Said an excited second year.
"Yeah, so what?"
"So what!, Binns'll be after your meat as soon as you hop out of the portrait hole!"
"Then I guess I'll just have to manage without any, wont I"
"You're a brave man Riddle, a *very* brave man!"
Talking to this over-excited second year, was very pointless to Tom,
but the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to
crawl up and sleep forever, to avoid the even
bigger detention that awaited rewarding to him the next day.
More of the Slytherins were coming toward
Tom to see if the rumours *were* true, but Tom
couldn't stand being around anyone any longer.
He walked and walked, untill he thought he would stay
lost forever untill...
"Where's Master, Must Eat, Must Kill, Must Have Food"
The sound came quickly, from- as it seemed, 'in the walls'.
Breathing quickly, and trying to put his eyes in all
directions at once, Tom waited for another sound and
he got it.
"Kill, Eat, Food."
Tom quickly ran away as fast as his feet would carry him.
"What, in Merlins name, was that?!...
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The ONLY way I can tell whether you liked it or not, is for you to review it! I've only got 3! Plllllllleeeeeeaaaaassssseeeee!
So far, 3 reviews is telling me you all hate it! I would like at least ten before I even think about doing another bit. So please review!
GO YOU BIG RED FIRE ENGINE!