A/N-Hey everybody who read last chapter thanks for reading. This chapter is going to get interesting!

Chapter 2: The Plot

"Why have you asked me to come here, my Lord?" Asked a teenaged, cloaked boy. He was kneeling, head down in the center of a circle of light, in a dark room. "I have done my task by bringing the others to Hogwarts."

"Yes, you did." Hissed a man from a corner. "Yet you did not kill Dumbledore,"
He hissed coming into view, the teenager shivered, "My faithful servant Snape, did." The boy shivered a little more around the cold presence. "As the deal was made," He hissed the boy looked up, "Your life and your family's lives are done for." The boy looked down slowly thinking, why didn't I do it? " But there is a way to make up for your pathetic action." The man hissed.

"What task would you like me to do, my Lord?" Asked the boy looking up, feeling there was hope to his save his family's lives.

"Harry Potter must be dead." The man said flatly.

"I agree, my Lord." The boy said in the same tone as he looked up into his master's red, glowing eyes.

"Somebody that is related with him is going to Hogwarts this year." He hissed. "She knows barely anything of our world." He growled. He glared at nothing with the slits in his red eyes. "She recently got a diary from a boy who goes to Hogwarts as well." He hissed. "It is your task to replace."

"Replace it with another diary, my Lord?"

"Yes with another diary you, fool!" He screamed. The boy looked down afraid. "I need you to enchant it. Like the way I enchanted my diary from 16 year-old self." He hissed.

"I have a relative also going to Hogwarts this year, too, my Lord." The boy raised his head again. "Veronica, my cousin, my Lord. I'll ask her to sneak it." He planned.

"Very well," He hissed satisfied, "You will get two of the diaries. One for you and one for her." He plotted, "When she begins to write you, and only you will hear a hiss until you reply." He hissed. Two diaries with a name engraved gold on the front, magically appeared in his hands.

"Yes, my Lord." Said the boy standing and taking the diaries. He bowed low, and turned and Apparated out of the room. The boy was now in corridor with a bleach-blonde haired woman pacing at the end of it. When she saw the boy she ran up to him, arms out wide. She crushed him in her boned arms.

"Are you ok?" She asked as she squared him in front of her. "What did the Dark Lord ask you to do?" The boy shifted his black down to his head to reveal the same exact bleach blonde hair.

"He said we have another chance, if I write in a diary." He gasped. "I think I have to get connected with person by writing to the person in the diary."

"As long as we have another chance." The mother hugged the boy again as she whispered.

At least 100 miles away Pammie woke up just thinking it was a bad, plotted dream. She quickly took out her diary and wrote, My name is Pammie. Nothing happened. She figured the words would disappear or new words would appear. She closed the book put it back on the nightstand and kept telling herself it was just a dream. She got dizzy and began to fall asleep.

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