Ch 4 The Diary
We were walking to Myrtle's bath room.
'Where's Hermione?' I asked.
'Petrified.' said Harry.
'Wicked!'
'Alright Harry, what do you see in there? Tell me, I need to find the stone, it's important! Tell me, hurry!' said Quirrell as we walked in.
'My mother's in there, she's smiling at me, I think she's trying to tell me something, that she loves to smile. She's still smiling at me. And Wow! She's smiling at me again, and look, that's my Father! Dad! Hi! And he's smiling at me!'
'Wicked!'
'Oh nevermind, lets all go to sleep.' said Quirrell.
Suddenly, something really small and ugly appeared behind a snake statue and waved to us.
'Hello sirs,' it said, 'Harry Potter must not go back to the bathroom of Moaning Myrtle.'
'Who are you? I asked.
'Dobby, sir, Dobby the house elf.' It smiled.
'But why?'
'Because, sir, because errr..., alright, because I'm bathing!'
'Bloody hell!'
'Well then, we'll have to apparate back to our common room.' said Quirrell.
'Good thinking!' I cried. We apparated back to our common room.
'Oh look there's Hermione, Hermione, over here. What happened to you?' Harry asked.
'I've been unpetrified,-'
'Wicked'
'-and did you both just apparated here? Oh, don't you two ever read Hogwarts, A History? How many times do I have to tell you, we can't apparate or disapparate within school grounds, how did you two managed to apparate anyway? Anyway, Hogmades trip this weekend, who's going?' she continued.
'I'm not sleepy, anyway. Wait a minute, Ron? wanna see something? Come with me, errr... not you Hermione, but you can come if you want.' said Harry. Harry took out Tom Riddle's Diary from under his pillow.
'Here, we can use this.' He said.
'Huh?'
'We can-'
'Wicked!' They both got sucked into the diary.
'Wow! Look at this place, it's-' I exclaimed.
'Hogwarts, only it's fifty years ago.' said Harry.
'Wicked'
'Hey, isn't that Argogo?' asked Harry.
'Bloody hell, hey can you hear me? Hello, you there-' I yelled.
'He can't hear you.' said Harry.
'Cool!' I said. We walked up a few flight of stairs and there we met-
'Lockhart?' said Harry. Lockhart was humming to himself.
'Do, do, do...' Then Professer Dumbledore walked in.
'Lockhart, up!' He said. Lockhart turned and looked stupidly up at him.
'Let me introduce to you, your new Transfiguration student, me, Guilderoy Lockhart, five times winner of Witch Weekly's most stupid kid award. Of course I don't talk about it, I'm not the stupidest kid in town, actually, I happened to be one of the smartest kid, but...' Lockhart went on.
'Wicked!'
'Let's go, I don't want to hear- oh no, what's happening? oh-' said Harry.
'Lockhart, Lockhart...' I yelled as we got sucked back, and all of a sudden, we were back in our common room again.
We were walking to Myrtle's bath room.
'Where's Hermione?' I asked.
'Petrified.' said Harry.
'Wicked!'
'Alright Harry, what do you see in there? Tell me, I need to find the stone, it's important! Tell me, hurry!' said Quirrell as we walked in.
'My mother's in there, she's smiling at me, I think she's trying to tell me something, that she loves to smile. She's still smiling at me. And Wow! She's smiling at me again, and look, that's my Father! Dad! Hi! And he's smiling at me!'
'Wicked!'
'Oh nevermind, lets all go to sleep.' said Quirrell.
Suddenly, something really small and ugly appeared behind a snake statue and waved to us.
'Hello sirs,' it said, 'Harry Potter must not go back to the bathroom of Moaning Myrtle.'
'Who are you? I asked.
'Dobby, sir, Dobby the house elf.' It smiled.
'But why?'
'Because, sir, because errr..., alright, because I'm bathing!'
'Bloody hell!'
'Well then, we'll have to apparate back to our common room.' said Quirrell.
'Good thinking!' I cried. We apparated back to our common room.
'Oh look there's Hermione, Hermione, over here. What happened to you?' Harry asked.
'I've been unpetrified,-'
'Wicked'
'-and did you both just apparated here? Oh, don't you two ever read Hogwarts, A History? How many times do I have to tell you, we can't apparate or disapparate within school grounds, how did you two managed to apparate anyway? Anyway, Hogmades trip this weekend, who's going?' she continued.
'I'm not sleepy, anyway. Wait a minute, Ron? wanna see something? Come with me, errr... not you Hermione, but you can come if you want.' said Harry. Harry took out Tom Riddle's Diary from under his pillow.
'Here, we can use this.' He said.
'Huh?'
'We can-'
'Wicked!' They both got sucked into the diary.
'Wow! Look at this place, it's-' I exclaimed.
'Hogwarts, only it's fifty years ago.' said Harry.
'Wicked'
'Hey, isn't that Argogo?' asked Harry.
'Bloody hell, hey can you hear me? Hello, you there-' I yelled.
'He can't hear you.' said Harry.
'Cool!' I said. We walked up a few flight of stairs and there we met-
'Lockhart?' said Harry. Lockhart was humming to himself.
'Do, do, do...' Then Professer Dumbledore walked in.
'Lockhart, up!' He said. Lockhart turned and looked stupidly up at him.
'Let me introduce to you, your new Transfiguration student, me, Guilderoy Lockhart, five times winner of Witch Weekly's most stupid kid award. Of course I don't talk about it, I'm not the stupidest kid in town, actually, I happened to be one of the smartest kid, but...' Lockhart went on.
'Wicked!'
'Let's go, I don't want to hear- oh no, what's happening? oh-' said Harry.
'Lockhart, Lockhart...' I yelled as we got sucked back, and all of a sudden, we were back in our common room again.