Velvet woke up in a cold sweat. She had often had this dream, though she
had never known why. It always upset her. She reached up, and brushed away
tears that leaked from her eyes. "Merlin. These dreams have to stop!" She
told herself, and rolled over, falling asleep once more. This time, into
black. Just black, bleak, dreamless sleep.
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The rest of the year went alright for Velvet. The occasional mishap in Potions would get her a detention time spent dusting the storage closet in Snape's classroom. Besides Potions, |which she was just barely hanging on by a thread| she was doing well in her classes. Defense Against the Dark Arts classes grew worse and worse. They were so incredibly boring, and Lockhart did not seem to have a CLUE as to what he was doing. It was lunacy, absolute lunacy that the Headmaster of the school could hire such a complete git to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. She was learning absolutely NOTHING in that class. She also didn't understand how one man, possibly younger than thirty years old, could do SO many wondrous things. After all. He HAD spent a WHOLE year with a yeti.
Students had been petrified. It was rather odd. Velvet wasn't terribly worried about being petrified, though she was muggle-born. She never went anywhere alone, always with Christie or Jennifer, most of the time both. Only Ginny was the one who seemed a bit distant.
Velvet had noticed Ginny writing a lot more in that silly little journal. So. One night. Velvet decided to see what was so great about it. She waited for Ginny to fall asleep, and she crept out of her bed. She knew that Ginny kept the diary tucked beneath her pillow every night, and put it in her bag when she left for class in the morning. So, Velvet pulled out her wand, drew the curtains, and got under the covers "Lumos" She whispered, and the tip of her wand lighted, she opened the diary, and stared. The pages were BLANK! As in there was NOTHING on them! What on earth. She ran her fingers over the yellow-ish pages. "Stupid things." She muttered. And got an idea. She reached out, and pulled a quill from her bedside table, and an ink well. Dipping the quill into the ink, she wrote "November 17, 1992" She lifted her quill, as if to think of something else to write, and the words vanished. She stared. And blinked, rubbing the spot where the ink was. The paper was dry. How very very odd. She touched the quill to the page again, "Dear Diary" She wrote, and tried to think of something else to write. She couldn't exactly write 'Hello my name is Velvet Thorne and I stole this diary from my best friend to see what was so great about it'.Could she? Suddenly, words appeared on the page, "I, Dear Girl, Am NO Diary." Velvet stared, and then she raised an eyebrow. "How did you know I was a girl?" She asked it, and the words vanished, words re-appeared. "Well I would hope that a boy would not have handwriting such as your own. It's rather sissy and frilly-like. Too neat, and too small. Not at ALL like a man's handwriting." The words came and vanished, and Velvet had to giggle. "So. If you are not a diary, then what are you?" She asked it, and it's reply came "I am a boy. Sixteen years old if you must know, my name is Tom Riddle. And my dear girl, whom might you be?" "Tom Riddle." She said softly to herself, before dipping her quill into the ink. "My name is Velvet Thorne, age eleven. And you already knew I was a girl." She waited, and a few seconds later, more words appeared. "Well. Velvet. What an interesting name." Velvet sighed, "Yes yes. Everyone and their brother says that." She wrote, and sighed, this Tom Riddle person was rather interesting. "So how did you get a hold of me?" Tom asked, "Well. My friend Ginny has been writing to you for quite a while. And I was trying to figure out what was so great about you that had her writing to you every chance she got." "Ah yes. Virginia seems to like writing to me. Though she has grown somewhat boring. It's easy to control her though." Velvet nodded, and then stopped. WHAT? Did he just say. Write, rather. CONTROL??? She shook her head, "What do you MEAN by 'control', Tom?" "Oh, nothing that concerns you, Velvet dearest." "Well it is rather late, Tom. I shall be getting back to bed now." "I bid you goodnight, dear girl." Velvet shook her head, and decided to dispose of the diary, it was NOT a good thing, Velvet decided, for anyone to have in their possession. She pulled the drawer to her bed-side table, and opened it, pulling out the extra parchment, quills, and inkwells. She took a fingernail, and peeled along the lining of paper at the bottom, and pulled it up. There was a small niche in the wood, and she put her fingernail in it, and pulled up. A false-bottomed drawer. She dropped the diary in, and replaced the false-bottom, putting the paper back in, and then her parchment, quill, and inkwells. "I'll dispose of YOU tomorrow." She whispered, before extinguishing her wand, and rolling over, going back to bed.
The next day, Ginny screamed, awaking the whole house. "What's wrong, Gin?" Jennifer asked, "IT'S GONE!" She shrieked, looking around frantically. She started tearing apart the room, pulling all of the sheets and bedding off of her bed, shaking the hangings, throwing things out of her bedside drawer. "It's GONE! My DIARY!" She sounded as if she were in tears. "Don't worry, Gin. You'll find it. It's Saturday. Go back to sleep." Ginny climbed into her bed, "I have to find it. It's got to be around here somewhere." She hastily got dressed, and ran out of the room.
A pang of guilt hit her in the stomach as she heard how distressed Ginny was over the loss of her diary. However, she got up, and showered, and dressed in her uniform |No Robes on Saturday! YAY! (| She brushed out her hair, and added in a few uber-fun glittery clips. She grabbed her bag, and while the other two girls were showering and getting ready, Velvet pulled out the diary, placed it in her bag, and headed out of the dorms.
When she got down to the common room, she stared. It was disheveled just like the girls dorms were, sofa and chair cushions littered the floor, as well as books. Tables were overturned, and paintings were hanging crookedly. A mournful Ginny sat in a cushion-less chair, crying. "Ginny. It was just a diary." Ron tried to tell her, and she looked up. Her eyes absolutely livid with a burning rage. "Of course YOU wouldn't understand Ron!" She yelled, and burst into tears, running back up the stairs into the dorms.
Velvet swapped looks with Ron, and shook her head, before heading out of the Common Room, and tried to figure out a place to dispose of the diary. She could do it on the grounds, but Ginny could be watching from the window. What about the lake? No. It wouldn't sink, it would just float there on the water, and some OTHER unsuspecting student could come across it. "I know where." She said to herself with a grin, and took off down the hallway towards Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. She could flush it down the loo! Good idea! She stopped outside of the bathroom, out of breath, and peeked in. The coast was clear. Wait. Wasn't it ALWAYS clear? No one much liked to go into Myrtle's bathroom because of the ghost. She was such a pessimistic person, no one liked her much, either. Always crying, and moping about her death. Honestly. She had been dead for what? Fifty years? I think that's a long enough time to get over one's death.
Poking her head into the bathroom, she blinked. "Hello?" She called, and no one answered. Odd. She walked in, and went into a stall, opening the door, she put in the diary, having no clue that Myrtle had been inhabiting the U- Bend of it. She tried to flush it. But it didn't work, backfired, and the toilet started to fill up with water. "Great." She mumbled, and just ran. Ginny wouldn't look in there anyways.
A few days later, during dinner, Ginny and Velvet were sitting near Harry Potter and Co. They were talking in hushed whispers. Velvet caught snippets of their conversation, "Tom Riddle's diary" "Hagrid" "A dead muggle-born" And so on. Ginny gasped, as she heard Harry talk of the diary. There was a quidditch match that day, but it was canceled, and all students were sent back to their dormitories. Word was, Hermione Granger and a Ravenclaw Prefect. Penelope I believe her name was, the two had been petrified. While all the commotion was going on, Ginny went into the boys' dormitories, and tore apart the room, until she found Tom Riddle's diary. She ran back up into the girls' dorms, and into her bed, drawing the curtains, she started talking to it once more. Ginny seemed considerably happier during the next few days. But what happened next was a complete nightmare.
Velvet sat up in her dormitory, it was near ten o'clock. And the students were supposed to be in their House territories by nine, and there were only three occupants of the four that were in the dorm. "One of us should go tell Professor McGonagall." Said Christie, "Velvet, why don't you do it? You were closest to her." Velvet looked at them, and sighed. "Fine." Velvet got up, and crept out of the dorm, and went to find Professor McGonagall. She found her patrolling the halls, "Miss Thorne, what may I ask, are you doing out of your bed at this hour?" Velvet gulped, "It's Ginny Weasley, Ma'am. She's not in the dormitories, and she's nowhere else to bed found!" Professor McGonagall stared at her, "Miss Thorne, do you know of anything. Odd, that Ginny perhaps might have been doing, or do you have ANY clue at all where she might be?" Velvet wrung her hands nervously, "Well. Lately. She's been writing in this. Diary." "A diary?" Repeated Professor McGonagall. "Yes, I got it from her. Trying to see what was in it, and when I wrote something. Someone wrote back!" She told her, and McGonagall raised an eyebrow, "Who was it that wrote back?" "His name was. Tom. Yeah. That's it. Tom. Tom Riddle." "Dear me. Miss Thorne, go back to your house, and tell the prefects there, and Percy Weasley, the head boy, to make sure NO ONE leaves the house common room or dormitories." She sighed, and rushed off to warn the other heads of houses, and pass on the report, and then she went off to find Professor Dumbledore.
Velvet obeyed her orders, and went after this, she went off to bed. She sighed softly, trying to figure out what could have possibly happened to Ginny. The thought that the monster that had been petrifying students had taken her into the Chamber was preposterous, and had never crossed her mind. She was awake for several more hours, and heard nothing about it. And ended up falling asleep.
Another dream. BAM! She was in a car, six years old. Her grandparents and she were coming home from going out to eat dinner at a restaurant for her Grandfather's seventy-third birthday. It was pouring rain, and her grandmother, Beatrix, had just told a joke, they were laughing. Rain poured down onto the roads, making them slippery, and the world outside of the small white car was blurry. The roads were flooded, and suddenly, the car hydroplaned. Her grandfather, Robert, lost control of the car, and it fishtailed, swerving, and drove off the rode. It hit a telephone pole, and wrapped around it. Beatrix and Robert were killed, Robert instantly, and Beatrix of blood loss shortly after. Velvet sat in the middle of the backseat, escaping from the car when an ambulance got there with a dislocated shoulder, and cuts all over. They took the three of them to the hospital, where Velvet was treated, she was scared out of her wits. A six year old girl abandoned by everyone in her life. She stared from the hospital bed she lay in, her arms, legs, and torso wrapped up because of the shattered glass slicing through her tender skin. One hundred and thirty seven stitches in all. And no mother or father or caring family friend there to comfort her. Just the nurse, Julie, who sat and read to her every night. Velvet awoke once more, it was two hours later, and Christie and Jennifer sat up, sitting on Ginny's bed, looking forlorn. Velvet got up, and walked over to them, "What's wrong?" She asked, rubbing her eyes. Christie looked tearily up at her, and pulled her into a tight hug. "Oh Velvet!" She cried, "There's these awful rumors going around that the thing that has been petrifying the students took Ginny into the Chamber!" Velvet stood there, stark still. "No." She whispered, "No no no.." She said again, sinking to the floor, and burying her face in her hands.
|A/N. Man. That's uber Mary-Sue-ish. I'm sorry. XD|
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The rest of the year went alright for Velvet. The occasional mishap in Potions would get her a detention time spent dusting the storage closet in Snape's classroom. Besides Potions, |which she was just barely hanging on by a thread| she was doing well in her classes. Defense Against the Dark Arts classes grew worse and worse. They were so incredibly boring, and Lockhart did not seem to have a CLUE as to what he was doing. It was lunacy, absolute lunacy that the Headmaster of the school could hire such a complete git to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. She was learning absolutely NOTHING in that class. She also didn't understand how one man, possibly younger than thirty years old, could do SO many wondrous things. After all. He HAD spent a WHOLE year with a yeti.
Students had been petrified. It was rather odd. Velvet wasn't terribly worried about being petrified, though she was muggle-born. She never went anywhere alone, always with Christie or Jennifer, most of the time both. Only Ginny was the one who seemed a bit distant.
Velvet had noticed Ginny writing a lot more in that silly little journal. So. One night. Velvet decided to see what was so great about it. She waited for Ginny to fall asleep, and she crept out of her bed. She knew that Ginny kept the diary tucked beneath her pillow every night, and put it in her bag when she left for class in the morning. So, Velvet pulled out her wand, drew the curtains, and got under the covers "Lumos" She whispered, and the tip of her wand lighted, she opened the diary, and stared. The pages were BLANK! As in there was NOTHING on them! What on earth. She ran her fingers over the yellow-ish pages. "Stupid things." She muttered. And got an idea. She reached out, and pulled a quill from her bedside table, and an ink well. Dipping the quill into the ink, she wrote "November 17, 1992" She lifted her quill, as if to think of something else to write, and the words vanished. She stared. And blinked, rubbing the spot where the ink was. The paper was dry. How very very odd. She touched the quill to the page again, "Dear Diary" She wrote, and tried to think of something else to write. She couldn't exactly write 'Hello my name is Velvet Thorne and I stole this diary from my best friend to see what was so great about it'.Could she? Suddenly, words appeared on the page, "I, Dear Girl, Am NO Diary." Velvet stared, and then she raised an eyebrow. "How did you know I was a girl?" She asked it, and the words vanished, words re-appeared. "Well I would hope that a boy would not have handwriting such as your own. It's rather sissy and frilly-like. Too neat, and too small. Not at ALL like a man's handwriting." The words came and vanished, and Velvet had to giggle. "So. If you are not a diary, then what are you?" She asked it, and it's reply came "I am a boy. Sixteen years old if you must know, my name is Tom Riddle. And my dear girl, whom might you be?" "Tom Riddle." She said softly to herself, before dipping her quill into the ink. "My name is Velvet Thorne, age eleven. And you already knew I was a girl." She waited, and a few seconds later, more words appeared. "Well. Velvet. What an interesting name." Velvet sighed, "Yes yes. Everyone and their brother says that." She wrote, and sighed, this Tom Riddle person was rather interesting. "So how did you get a hold of me?" Tom asked, "Well. My friend Ginny has been writing to you for quite a while. And I was trying to figure out what was so great about you that had her writing to you every chance she got." "Ah yes. Virginia seems to like writing to me. Though she has grown somewhat boring. It's easy to control her though." Velvet nodded, and then stopped. WHAT? Did he just say. Write, rather. CONTROL??? She shook her head, "What do you MEAN by 'control', Tom?" "Oh, nothing that concerns you, Velvet dearest." "Well it is rather late, Tom. I shall be getting back to bed now." "I bid you goodnight, dear girl." Velvet shook her head, and decided to dispose of the diary, it was NOT a good thing, Velvet decided, for anyone to have in their possession. She pulled the drawer to her bed-side table, and opened it, pulling out the extra parchment, quills, and inkwells. She took a fingernail, and peeled along the lining of paper at the bottom, and pulled it up. There was a small niche in the wood, and she put her fingernail in it, and pulled up. A false-bottomed drawer. She dropped the diary in, and replaced the false-bottom, putting the paper back in, and then her parchment, quill, and inkwells. "I'll dispose of YOU tomorrow." She whispered, before extinguishing her wand, and rolling over, going back to bed.
The next day, Ginny screamed, awaking the whole house. "What's wrong, Gin?" Jennifer asked, "IT'S GONE!" She shrieked, looking around frantically. She started tearing apart the room, pulling all of the sheets and bedding off of her bed, shaking the hangings, throwing things out of her bedside drawer. "It's GONE! My DIARY!" She sounded as if she were in tears. "Don't worry, Gin. You'll find it. It's Saturday. Go back to sleep." Ginny climbed into her bed, "I have to find it. It's got to be around here somewhere." She hastily got dressed, and ran out of the room.
A pang of guilt hit her in the stomach as she heard how distressed Ginny was over the loss of her diary. However, she got up, and showered, and dressed in her uniform |No Robes on Saturday! YAY! (| She brushed out her hair, and added in a few uber-fun glittery clips. She grabbed her bag, and while the other two girls were showering and getting ready, Velvet pulled out the diary, placed it in her bag, and headed out of the dorms.
When she got down to the common room, she stared. It was disheveled just like the girls dorms were, sofa and chair cushions littered the floor, as well as books. Tables were overturned, and paintings were hanging crookedly. A mournful Ginny sat in a cushion-less chair, crying. "Ginny. It was just a diary." Ron tried to tell her, and she looked up. Her eyes absolutely livid with a burning rage. "Of course YOU wouldn't understand Ron!" She yelled, and burst into tears, running back up the stairs into the dorms.
Velvet swapped looks with Ron, and shook her head, before heading out of the Common Room, and tried to figure out a place to dispose of the diary. She could do it on the grounds, but Ginny could be watching from the window. What about the lake? No. It wouldn't sink, it would just float there on the water, and some OTHER unsuspecting student could come across it. "I know where." She said to herself with a grin, and took off down the hallway towards Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. She could flush it down the loo! Good idea! She stopped outside of the bathroom, out of breath, and peeked in. The coast was clear. Wait. Wasn't it ALWAYS clear? No one much liked to go into Myrtle's bathroom because of the ghost. She was such a pessimistic person, no one liked her much, either. Always crying, and moping about her death. Honestly. She had been dead for what? Fifty years? I think that's a long enough time to get over one's death.
Poking her head into the bathroom, she blinked. "Hello?" She called, and no one answered. Odd. She walked in, and went into a stall, opening the door, she put in the diary, having no clue that Myrtle had been inhabiting the U- Bend of it. She tried to flush it. But it didn't work, backfired, and the toilet started to fill up with water. "Great." She mumbled, and just ran. Ginny wouldn't look in there anyways.
A few days later, during dinner, Ginny and Velvet were sitting near Harry Potter and Co. They were talking in hushed whispers. Velvet caught snippets of their conversation, "Tom Riddle's diary" "Hagrid" "A dead muggle-born" And so on. Ginny gasped, as she heard Harry talk of the diary. There was a quidditch match that day, but it was canceled, and all students were sent back to their dormitories. Word was, Hermione Granger and a Ravenclaw Prefect. Penelope I believe her name was, the two had been petrified. While all the commotion was going on, Ginny went into the boys' dormitories, and tore apart the room, until she found Tom Riddle's diary. She ran back up into the girls' dorms, and into her bed, drawing the curtains, she started talking to it once more. Ginny seemed considerably happier during the next few days. But what happened next was a complete nightmare.
Velvet sat up in her dormitory, it was near ten o'clock. And the students were supposed to be in their House territories by nine, and there were only three occupants of the four that were in the dorm. "One of us should go tell Professor McGonagall." Said Christie, "Velvet, why don't you do it? You were closest to her." Velvet looked at them, and sighed. "Fine." Velvet got up, and crept out of the dorm, and went to find Professor McGonagall. She found her patrolling the halls, "Miss Thorne, what may I ask, are you doing out of your bed at this hour?" Velvet gulped, "It's Ginny Weasley, Ma'am. She's not in the dormitories, and she's nowhere else to bed found!" Professor McGonagall stared at her, "Miss Thorne, do you know of anything. Odd, that Ginny perhaps might have been doing, or do you have ANY clue at all where she might be?" Velvet wrung her hands nervously, "Well. Lately. She's been writing in this. Diary." "A diary?" Repeated Professor McGonagall. "Yes, I got it from her. Trying to see what was in it, and when I wrote something. Someone wrote back!" She told her, and McGonagall raised an eyebrow, "Who was it that wrote back?" "His name was. Tom. Yeah. That's it. Tom. Tom Riddle." "Dear me. Miss Thorne, go back to your house, and tell the prefects there, and Percy Weasley, the head boy, to make sure NO ONE leaves the house common room or dormitories." She sighed, and rushed off to warn the other heads of houses, and pass on the report, and then she went off to find Professor Dumbledore.
Velvet obeyed her orders, and went after this, she went off to bed. She sighed softly, trying to figure out what could have possibly happened to Ginny. The thought that the monster that had been petrifying students had taken her into the Chamber was preposterous, and had never crossed her mind. She was awake for several more hours, and heard nothing about it. And ended up falling asleep.
Another dream. BAM! She was in a car, six years old. Her grandparents and she were coming home from going out to eat dinner at a restaurant for her Grandfather's seventy-third birthday. It was pouring rain, and her grandmother, Beatrix, had just told a joke, they were laughing. Rain poured down onto the roads, making them slippery, and the world outside of the small white car was blurry. The roads were flooded, and suddenly, the car hydroplaned. Her grandfather, Robert, lost control of the car, and it fishtailed, swerving, and drove off the rode. It hit a telephone pole, and wrapped around it. Beatrix and Robert were killed, Robert instantly, and Beatrix of blood loss shortly after. Velvet sat in the middle of the backseat, escaping from the car when an ambulance got there with a dislocated shoulder, and cuts all over. They took the three of them to the hospital, where Velvet was treated, she was scared out of her wits. A six year old girl abandoned by everyone in her life. She stared from the hospital bed she lay in, her arms, legs, and torso wrapped up because of the shattered glass slicing through her tender skin. One hundred and thirty seven stitches in all. And no mother or father or caring family friend there to comfort her. Just the nurse, Julie, who sat and read to her every night. Velvet awoke once more, it was two hours later, and Christie and Jennifer sat up, sitting on Ginny's bed, looking forlorn. Velvet got up, and walked over to them, "What's wrong?" She asked, rubbing her eyes. Christie looked tearily up at her, and pulled her into a tight hug. "Oh Velvet!" She cried, "There's these awful rumors going around that the thing that has been petrifying the students took Ginny into the Chamber!" Velvet stood there, stark still. "No." She whispered, "No no no.." She said again, sinking to the floor, and burying her face in her hands.
|A/N. Man. That's uber Mary-Sue-ish. I'm sorry. XD|
