(i think that some of the information in this chapter doesn't match that in the book but oh well)
I ran as fast as I could back to the Griffindor dorms. Harry and Hermione had just come out into the common room as I entered.
"Harry! Hermione!" I showed the book and the photo of Lola Venlo. Afterwards they looked, shocked.
"But who exactly is she?" asked Harry, " I mean, are you related?" I shrugged my shoulders. From what I knew I didn't have anything to do with Lola Venlo.
That morning, Harry and co went to class as usual and I didn't feel like attending with them. I decided to wander around; I wanted to be alone; to think.
I'd been here for over two months now. And for such a short amount of time, a lot had happened to me. I met Harry and co; I saw ghosts; I found that room with that boy; I played Quidditch breaking a shoulder along the way; survived from Voldemort; and now I was connected to this girl who died, Lola Venlo. How did she die? Who was she? Was it because of her that we escaped from Voldemort?
I stopped at the bottom of a flight of stairs, which led the Northern Tower. I had followed Harry and Ron there before for their Divination class once. Maybe that freaky professor could tell me some more information about Lola, she is after all the divination teacher!
Outside the door, I took a deep breath and before my hand had touched the door, a voice spoke to me.
"Come in, my dear," I looked around and then went in. It was dark and smoky as usual. Professor Trelawney was somewhere in the shadows, I could feel her. "I wondered when you would come here, Miss Shields. Take a seat my dear." I sat down. I felt uneasy, as I couldn't see where she actually was! I wish she would just show herself!
And then, as though she'd read my mind, she stepped out of the shadow. She looked different today. Usually she seemed too smiley and happy (even when predicting Harry's next death) yet now, she seemed very serious. Her smile looked scary, evil!
"Sorry, to interrupt you Professor, but I was wondering -," she held up a silencing finger. I shut up. She looked directly into my eyes. We held our eye contact for what seemed like hours. Even though I wasn't standing, my knees seemed to go weak from fright.
"Miss Shields, if I am not mistaken you are wondering who this Lola Venlo is. Am I right?" I nodded, shocked. She turned her back to me and walked towards her crystal ball. Still looking at the ball, she called me to her side. I obeyed. "Tell me Miss Shields, what do you see?" I looked at the misty crystal ball.
"I see the Great Hall. It's some sort of ceremony. There's the Sorting Hat. There's that boy watching. Now we're in Griffindor Dormitory but it's different. There's a girl. She looks into the mirror. It's me…no it's Lola. She's wearing the head girl badge. She seems to be making herself up for a night out or something. The scenes changed. She's arrived in that room, the one with the boy. He's bought her a broomstick. She hugs him. The scenes changed again. They're outside flying on broomsticks. They're laughing. It's black! There is someone in a black cloak… it is Voldemort. He's pointing his wand at her! There's a green light! She's …dead!" The ball resumed its misty look again. I suddenly felt very dizzy. I could hardly stand. I felt myself fall backwards but someone caught me. It wasn't Professor Trelawney. It was Dumbledore.
"Are you OK Miss Shields?"
"Yes…yes sir, I am. Thank you."
"Seeing through the crystal ball always made me dizzy," his eyes twinkled behind the half moon spectacles. He helped me sit down on a chair.
"Professor," I began but I didn't know what to ask and what he would answer, "Please tell me! Who is Lola Venlo? And who was she to Voldemort, why did he kill her?"
He sighed. "I suppose it is time you knew the truth. Miss Venlo was once a student here, as you already know. It was when I was still teaching that she started here. She, like yourself was put into Griffindor and made a wonderful Chaser in the Quidditch team. But during her last year here, she died. Lord Voldemort murdered her except at that time he wasn't the Voldemort we all know now, he was just a wizard who had just left Hogwarts. His name was Tom Riddle."
"What had she done to this Tom Riddle to have had to die?" I asked.
"I do not know. All I know is that not long after that incident, Tom Riddle disappeared completely and resurfaced as Lord Voldemort."
"If Tom Riddle was only a year older than Lola, then they must have known each other!"
"They didn't just know each other, they were friends…very close friends."
"And what did Tom Riddle look like?" Dumbledore swished his hand and a picture formed in the air. I looked at it, stunned. The same dark hair, those eyes, the same features… the boy in that room is Tom Riddle!
I ran as fast as I could back to the Griffindor dorms. Harry and Hermione had just come out into the common room as I entered.
"Harry! Hermione!" I showed the book and the photo of Lola Venlo. Afterwards they looked, shocked.
"But who exactly is she?" asked Harry, " I mean, are you related?" I shrugged my shoulders. From what I knew I didn't have anything to do with Lola Venlo.
That morning, Harry and co went to class as usual and I didn't feel like attending with them. I decided to wander around; I wanted to be alone; to think.
I'd been here for over two months now. And for such a short amount of time, a lot had happened to me. I met Harry and co; I saw ghosts; I found that room with that boy; I played Quidditch breaking a shoulder along the way; survived from Voldemort; and now I was connected to this girl who died, Lola Venlo. How did she die? Who was she? Was it because of her that we escaped from Voldemort?
I stopped at the bottom of a flight of stairs, which led the Northern Tower. I had followed Harry and Ron there before for their Divination class once. Maybe that freaky professor could tell me some more information about Lola, she is after all the divination teacher!
Outside the door, I took a deep breath and before my hand had touched the door, a voice spoke to me.
"Come in, my dear," I looked around and then went in. It was dark and smoky as usual. Professor Trelawney was somewhere in the shadows, I could feel her. "I wondered when you would come here, Miss Shields. Take a seat my dear." I sat down. I felt uneasy, as I couldn't see where she actually was! I wish she would just show herself!
And then, as though she'd read my mind, she stepped out of the shadow. She looked different today. Usually she seemed too smiley and happy (even when predicting Harry's next death) yet now, she seemed very serious. Her smile looked scary, evil!
"Sorry, to interrupt you Professor, but I was wondering -," she held up a silencing finger. I shut up. She looked directly into my eyes. We held our eye contact for what seemed like hours. Even though I wasn't standing, my knees seemed to go weak from fright.
"Miss Shields, if I am not mistaken you are wondering who this Lola Venlo is. Am I right?" I nodded, shocked. She turned her back to me and walked towards her crystal ball. Still looking at the ball, she called me to her side. I obeyed. "Tell me Miss Shields, what do you see?" I looked at the misty crystal ball.
"I see the Great Hall. It's some sort of ceremony. There's the Sorting Hat. There's that boy watching. Now we're in Griffindor Dormitory but it's different. There's a girl. She looks into the mirror. It's me…no it's Lola. She's wearing the head girl badge. She seems to be making herself up for a night out or something. The scenes changed. She's arrived in that room, the one with the boy. He's bought her a broomstick. She hugs him. The scenes changed again. They're outside flying on broomsticks. They're laughing. It's black! There is someone in a black cloak… it is Voldemort. He's pointing his wand at her! There's a green light! She's …dead!" The ball resumed its misty look again. I suddenly felt very dizzy. I could hardly stand. I felt myself fall backwards but someone caught me. It wasn't Professor Trelawney. It was Dumbledore.
"Are you OK Miss Shields?"
"Yes…yes sir, I am. Thank you."
"Seeing through the crystal ball always made me dizzy," his eyes twinkled behind the half moon spectacles. He helped me sit down on a chair.
"Professor," I began but I didn't know what to ask and what he would answer, "Please tell me! Who is Lola Venlo? And who was she to Voldemort, why did he kill her?"
He sighed. "I suppose it is time you knew the truth. Miss Venlo was once a student here, as you already know. It was when I was still teaching that she started here. She, like yourself was put into Griffindor and made a wonderful Chaser in the Quidditch team. But during her last year here, she died. Lord Voldemort murdered her except at that time he wasn't the Voldemort we all know now, he was just a wizard who had just left Hogwarts. His name was Tom Riddle."
"What had she done to this Tom Riddle to have had to die?" I asked.
"I do not know. All I know is that not long after that incident, Tom Riddle disappeared completely and resurfaced as Lord Voldemort."
"If Tom Riddle was only a year older than Lola, then they must have known each other!"
"They didn't just know each other, they were friends…very close friends."
"And what did Tom Riddle look like?" Dumbledore swished his hand and a picture formed in the air. I looked at it, stunned. The same dark hair, those eyes, the same features… the boy in that room is Tom Riddle!