KK: Okeedokee, plz review this. I love this story, and even though there's mystery now, it gets good. I'm trying to take all aspects of people, but I will mainly look at stuff from Alice's point of view. If that bugs you, hey, you don't HAVE to tell me u've stopped reading. Just slip away quietly and no one gets hurt.
BTW, [Bla bla bla] means that either Alice or her father is writing to each other.
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Once I got up to my dormitory, I opened my trunk and pulled out a package wrapped in brown paper and signed with only To: Alice Riddle and From: Your Father.
In the last dream message my father sent me, he told me that this package would be his new way of communicating with me. He said that it would be impossible for him to channel his dream waves to me while I was at Hogwarts.
I ripped off the paper and stared at the little black book that fell onto my bead. It was perfectly plain except for my full name printed in gold lettering across the top front cover: Alice Noal Tommsid Riddle.
I was very proud of my name. Other than this book, it was the only thing my father had ever given me.
I flipped through the book. The pages were completely blank except for little dates at the top left corner of each page. It was a diary. I turned to the first page, flopped down on my bed, and began to write.
[I'm at Hogwarts.]
My words glistened on the top of the page. I waited for a moment. Then...
[Good. I was wondering when you would begin to write.]
[Sorry, Dad. It's been a hectic two days.]
[I understand. What house were you sorted into?]
[Gryffindor.]
Father didn't write for a moment. I was unsure if he was still there.
[Father?]
[Sorry. I was just shocked, that's all.]
[Why? What's wrong?]
[When I was at Hogwarts, I was in Slytherin.]
I nearly dropped my quill. [WHAT?? You're joking!] But I knew that my father didn't joke.
[Sorry,] I wrote, [I was just shocked, that's all.]
[As am I.]
We both paused, unsure of what to say.
[Have you met Harry Potter?] My father asked.
[Yes. His friend, Hermione Granger, is supposed to help me out around Hogwarts.]
[And you acted just like I told you around Potter?]
[Yes. I showed more interest in his friend going to Egypt than in him being Harry Potter. I didn't even look at his scar.]
Suddenly, the dormitory door opened and Hermione came in.
[Hermione's here. Please don't respond.] I wrote urgently. Then I quickly turned the page and wrote down what else had happened that day.
"Hey, Alice?" Hermione asked.
"Yah?" I answered, set down my book, and pulled back my curtains.
Hermione was sitting on the edge of her bed, which was next to mine. She was looking oddly at my diary.
"What are you writing?"
"Oh, nothing. Just what happened today," I shrugged.
She nodded.
"My dad gave it to me."
Now she looked interested, "Really? When?"
"When he died," I lied, "I've had it since I was really little. He gave it to me with a note that said I shouldn't write in it until I was thirteen."
"Your dad's dead?" Hermione asked, sounding shocked, "What about your mum?"
"She's dead too," I explained, "I was born in England, even though I've lived in Romania practically all my life. You see, it was my father's wish that I go to Romania if he and my mum ever died."
"But how did your parents die?" Hermione asked.
"Plane crash," I replied, "I was living with some of my mum's friends when they were told. They didn't have enough money to adopt me, so I was sent to Romania. There was a really good orphanage I could go to. I lived there for eleven years as a muggle. Then I got an acceptance letter to go to a wizarding school in Romania. I got my first best friends there. But, after two years, the school started to seem like a bad fit for me. So I was transferred here."
"Wow," she said, "You've had a hectic life."
I nodded, "Yah, but I don't really mind it."
"Do you think you'll get transferred from Hogwarts?" she asked.
"I hope not." I smiled.
BTW, [Bla bla bla] means that either Alice or her father is writing to each other.
* * * * *
Once I got up to my dormitory, I opened my trunk and pulled out a package wrapped in brown paper and signed with only To: Alice Riddle and From: Your Father.
In the last dream message my father sent me, he told me that this package would be his new way of communicating with me. He said that it would be impossible for him to channel his dream waves to me while I was at Hogwarts.
I ripped off the paper and stared at the little black book that fell onto my bead. It was perfectly plain except for my full name printed in gold lettering across the top front cover: Alice Noal Tommsid Riddle.
I was very proud of my name. Other than this book, it was the only thing my father had ever given me.
I flipped through the book. The pages were completely blank except for little dates at the top left corner of each page. It was a diary. I turned to the first page, flopped down on my bed, and began to write.
[I'm at Hogwarts.]
My words glistened on the top of the page. I waited for a moment. Then...
[Good. I was wondering when you would begin to write.]
[Sorry, Dad. It's been a hectic two days.]
[I understand. What house were you sorted into?]
[Gryffindor.]
Father didn't write for a moment. I was unsure if he was still there.
[Father?]
[Sorry. I was just shocked, that's all.]
[Why? What's wrong?]
[When I was at Hogwarts, I was in Slytherin.]
I nearly dropped my quill. [WHAT?? You're joking!] But I knew that my father didn't joke.
[Sorry,] I wrote, [I was just shocked, that's all.]
[As am I.]
We both paused, unsure of what to say.
[Have you met Harry Potter?] My father asked.
[Yes. His friend, Hermione Granger, is supposed to help me out around Hogwarts.]
[And you acted just like I told you around Potter?]
[Yes. I showed more interest in his friend going to Egypt than in him being Harry Potter. I didn't even look at his scar.]
Suddenly, the dormitory door opened and Hermione came in.
[Hermione's here. Please don't respond.] I wrote urgently. Then I quickly turned the page and wrote down what else had happened that day.
"Hey, Alice?" Hermione asked.
"Yah?" I answered, set down my book, and pulled back my curtains.
Hermione was sitting on the edge of her bed, which was next to mine. She was looking oddly at my diary.
"What are you writing?"
"Oh, nothing. Just what happened today," I shrugged.
She nodded.
"My dad gave it to me."
Now she looked interested, "Really? When?"
"When he died," I lied, "I've had it since I was really little. He gave it to me with a note that said I shouldn't write in it until I was thirteen."
"Your dad's dead?" Hermione asked, sounding shocked, "What about your mum?"
"She's dead too," I explained, "I was born in England, even though I've lived in Romania practically all my life. You see, it was my father's wish that I go to Romania if he and my mum ever died."
"But how did your parents die?" Hermione asked.
"Plane crash," I replied, "I was living with some of my mum's friends when they were told. They didn't have enough money to adopt me, so I was sent to Romania. There was a really good orphanage I could go to. I lived there for eleven years as a muggle. Then I got an acceptance letter to go to a wizarding school in Romania. I got my first best friends there. But, after two years, the school started to seem like a bad fit for me. So I was transferred here."
"Wow," she said, "You've had a hectic life."
I nodded, "Yah, but I don't really mind it."
"Do you think you'll get transferred from Hogwarts?" she asked.
"I hope not." I smiled.