AN: This is literally my first fanfiction. Don't expect high quality content because I certainly don't. In the future I will probably read this and think it is a piece of garbage. But right now, I am proud of it. Therefore, advice is not only allowed but encouraged. I shall also warn you, I am going to change most canon events, so don't expect the timeline to be precise.

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21st of December 1992, Hogwarts Owlery

Harry had just finished wrapping up Daphne's present. It had taken a lot of effort from him (the size and shape didn't help) but it was finally done. He had been forced to recruit the help of two school owls to carry it all the way to the Greengrass residence. And that was not even considering Hedwig's help. She had been discrete enough to deliver the letters to the businesses at night, and steal the responses from the mailbox.

Harry had been surprised by Hedwig's skill and intelligence once again. He wondered how this was even possible… Maybe wizards misjudged owls, like many other non-human species. Because he was pretty sure that Hedwig was above the average human IQ levels.

Despite that, he was not entirely confident. Harry hoped no one had seen anything strange… Last thing he needed was Vernon punishing him for showing his 'freakish' pet. Thank Merlin that his neighbour, Mr. Robinson, had provided his contacts. His garden had become the neighbourhood's envy last summer. Harry was reminded of Daphne every time he looked at it.

25th of December 1992, Gryffindor common room

Harry Potter was currently sitting in his bed. He had just woken up to Ron yelling "PRESENTS!" over and over again. Since there was no way for him to sleep anymore, he might as well join the youngest male Weasley.

"Come on, Harry! Let's see what we have this year!" Harry went for the soft rectangular shaped one first, which ended up being Mrs. Weasley's jumper. This jumper was better than last year's, and it was not an easy improvement. It even had a big H made in a green very similar to his eyes. Ron was moaning about his jumper being maroon again, when Harry noticed a little box unopened, next to what seemed to be Hermione's present.

Suspecting who the possible sender might be, Harry decided to open it as soon as possible. To his dismay, he found out that the box contained a pot. A POT. He did not have time to reflect on it, because Ron started reading the note that fell from it.

"Dear POTTer:

According to the rivalry traditions, it is customary to send a gift to a rival. Despite this, it is not obligatory to send a 'useful' one. Therefore, I sent something that I had at home and made me think of you.

Have a nice Christmas,

Daphne Greengrass "

Harry and Ron looked at each other for a second, when the latter broke into laughter.

"I must hand it to her. She may not be the happiest girl around, but she knows how things are done. Your face was hilarious mate!"

Harry did not find it that funny and he argued: "Yeah yeah, whatever you say… Are you going to call her the Comedy Queen from now on?"

Ron ignored his question, and spoke : "I don't know why you complain though. You received a present from a girl after all."

Harry's face became red all of a sudden. "Excuse me?! I didn't know that counted as a present after all. Even if it did, you got a present from Hermione as well, so you can't argue against me."

It was Ron's turn to blush, and he said: "Wait what? That doesn't count. You received a present from her too!"

Harry knew that was right. She had sent him a bunch of licorice wands after all. But he decided to not pry. Especially considering that Ron received chocolate frogs from her, and that was more expensive and 'meaningful' for Ron…

Harry opened the rest of the presents quietly. He decided that Daphne's present would be used to plant some seeds Neville had gifted him. Ron didn't realise it that day, but that present would become part of the room's decoration from then on.

25th of December 1992, Greengrass Cottage, Cornwall

Daphne Greengrass woke up to a yelling from her sister. "PRESENTS, PRESENT TIME!"

Daphne wanted to teach Astoria a thing or two about people's required beauty sleep, but she chose to go down to breakfast with her family instead. She found that Asclepius was laying in front of the fireplace, enjoying the warmth. He also seemed a little bit more 'filled'.

"Good morning, had a nice sleep?" Her mother asked. She was currently making breakfast, with the help of their elf, Tobby.

"Yes, mum. And it could have been a better one if someone hadn't decided to barge into my bedroom screaming like a maniac." That comment was accompanied by a glare, and both were being directed to Astoria.

"Don't be like that, dear. You know how your sister gets about Christmas." Daphne rolled her eyes, but she decided to leave it be. She could see that her father had the same look on his face.

They had barely finished breakfast, when Astoria and her father both started throwing the wrapping paper around excitedly. Her mother was doing it more collectedly. 'Thank Merlin for small mercies.'

Daphne was busy examining her cousin's present, a new book on Healing potions, when Astoria's voice interrupted her.

"Daphne, who gifted a mat to you?" Daphne looked up from the book, to notice a huge roll wrapped up clumsily, that had her name on it.

She tore off the paper, and unrolled the present, only to notice that it wasn't a mat. It was a green synthetic fibre, that looked a lot like grass. She didn't pay attention to Astoria, who grabbed a letter that was attached to it and began reading:

"Dear Daphne:

This is a construction material commonly used for muggles in sporting events or their lawns. They call it artificial grass. I saw it in my neighbours garden this summer, and it made me think of you.

Have a nice Christmas,

Harry Potter

PD: I chose the Greenest Grass available.

Daphne came back to herself only to realise that Astoria was grinning at her. Even her parents had a smile on their faces, much to her dismay.

"I don't understand why you find it funny… He is mocking our family name…"

Her father intervened: "You are right. Normally I would consider this disrespectful, but then I remembered your present to him. Don't think I didn't notice you wrapping that pot young lady."

"Aaaaargh… Wait. Astoria has a present from him too, as well as Asclepius. Why aren't you teasing her?"

"Sorry sister. But Asclepius wasn't a present from him exactly, was he? Plus, I don't think a box of pastries and sweets can rival with what he has given you. What are you going to do with it?"

Daphne decided that she did not deserve an answer. Astoria wouldn't get to see it that day, but Daphne used Harry's present as her room's new carpet from then on.

14th of February 1993, Hogwarts Great Hall

Harry was having breakfast with Neville. Ron and Hermione were just coming into the hall, after arguing over the last of Ron's History essays.

He was about to change the topic of conversation, when suddenly the smiley moron rose from his seat to address the student body:

"Good morning students! As you may remember, today is Valentine's Day! First of all, I would like to deliver my thank you to the 35 students who sent me a Valentine's card!"

There were a lot of groans from the male students. And Harry overheard Ron pleading:
"Please, Hermione. Please tell me that you were not one of these 35 students?"

Ron's question didn't get a response. Unless you take Hermione's massive blush as a response that is. Ron's groan was heard shortly after.

"To help everyone get into a happier mood, I will provide for entertainment on such important date!" After this sentence was spoke, the doors of the Great Hall were opened, and some creatures entered the hall.

Once Harry inspected them closer, he saw that they seemed to be dwarves. They were also wearing a halo and some fake wings. Harry realised they were dressed as Cupids, and they even had a bow and arrows.

"For today only, my Cupids will be delivering messages to all the students at Hogwarts! Let their poetry and musical performance captivate you!"

"That is all, have a nice day!"

Lockhart sat down again, and Harry had the chance to look at the other professors. In general, they all seemed disgusted at the idea of having those creatures delivering messages around. Harry hoped they would not bother him too much.

Meanwhile, at the Slytherin table…

Daphne Greengrass was listening to the latest of Lockhart's stupid ideas when she had a brilliant idea of her own. 'Sometimes I stagger even myself with my genius.'

This would be the perfect opportunity to strike back at Har… Potter for his cheek. She decided to relay that plan to her friends/goons, Tracey and Pansy.

"Do you honestly think that won't turn back to bite you?" Pansy asked.

"I mean no offense, but the other 'brilliant plans' you had backfired completely." Tracey added.

"I know I know. But he will be too busy wanting to hide under a rock to try to come up with vengeance." After hearing this, Tracey and Pansy looked at each other, and Pansy summed up what they were both thinking.

"Life would be much simpler, if you just dragged him into a broom closet."

Unfortunately, Daphne never graced them with a reply for that.

(Turns on Spongebob narrator voice) A few hours later…

There was a quite interesting diversity of feelings over the dwarves' notes. Some students hated them since they weren't receiving any. The teachers loathed them, since they weren't able to do 10 minutes of class without being interrupted. And finally, some students loved them, because they either received one, or they allowed them to skip class.

Harry hated them with all his being. Not only were they annoying, but they were responsible for one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

Harry had been on his way to the Dungeons after another 'lesson' with Lockhart. The hallways were crammed, as usual. He suddenly heard a voice across the hallway:

"Harry Potter? I have a message to deliver for Harry Potter!"

Harry looked at the source of the voice to find a dwarf waving with a letter in his hand. The dwarf finally spotted Harry and started making its way towards him. Harry's pulse began to accelerate, and he was frantically looking for an escape, or a way to kill the dwarf without anyone noticing. Unfortunately, he was unable to achieve neither of those.

Just as Harry had managed to get to a lesser crowded area, the dwarf finally caught up with Harry. And just his luck, he was now cornered against a column. Then, the dwarf sang:

His eyes are as green as a tennis ball,
his hair is as dark as a blackboard.
I wish he was mine, he's truly divine,
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord

Then, the dwarf gave Harry the poem, and left searching for his next 'victim'.

Harry didn't notice this however, since he was currently busy dying from the embarrassment. 'Of all the things they could write, why this?' 'Hell, why does it have to happen to me?!'

The students around him were snickering, and the twins could be heard applauding in the background. Harry decided to just leave to class, and deal with the embarrassment later.

He entered the potions' dungeon and sat next to Ron. He looked at his side for a second, to notice Daph…Greengrass winking at him. That explained it. He would get her back for this one.

Just after this realisation, Ron began talking:

"Do you know who sent it? I hope it was not my sister… She likes you a lot…"

Harry decided to clarify the situation: "Don't worry Ron, it was not her. Why would you think that?"

This started a debate between them and Hermione, that would last the whole class.

Unbeknownst to them, Ginny had intended to send Harry something. Unfortunately, she had been busy dealing with her insomnia. In addition, Tom had become more unsettling lately. She should get rid of him as soon as possible.

14th of February 1993, Hogwarts Swivelling Staircase

Harry had been directed to the second room girl bathroom. AGAIN. He was feeling quite wary right now, and looking at the wall didn't help. Despite it being several months after the first attack, the message of the heir was still there. In addition, Harry had heard the mysterious voice several times now, and he had not been close to figuring out who it was, or where did it come from. He only knew that it was located above the first floor and below the fifth one, and it was not very helpful.

Harry entered the bathroom, only to hear some yelling:

"OH so you have come back!"

Harry looked around, to find Myrtle glaring at him.

"I don't know what are you talking about?" He asked confused.

"Oh you do know! Someone threw this into MY stall!" Said sentence was accompanied by a book hitting Harry in the head. "Everyone finds it so funny… Let's throw things at Myrtle!"

"It's the first time I've been here!" Harry pleaded.

"If you hit her in the head, 10 points for you! No one cares about Myrtle, because she's DEAD!"

"I am sorry for that, but I can't do anything about it…" Harry tried.

"Yes you can do something. TAKE THIS DAMNED DIARY AWAY FROM ME!" she shouted.

Knowing when a woman was too angry to see reason, Harry took that diary and fled from there as quickly as he could. He didn't have time to see the letters Tom M. Riddle written on it.

15th of February 1993, Gryffindor 2nd year dormitory

Harry was sitting alone in his dormitory. He hadn't been able to think about it today, but he now had time to examine the diary he had obtained yesterday.

It was completely black, except for the name of the previous owner, which were written in gold. Tom M. Riddle… Harry had never heard of this name before.

Harry opened the diary, and read it closely. It was empty of content, but he was able to figure out that it had been sold in Vauxhall Road in 1942. 'Definitely a muggleborn or halfblood' Harry guessed.

He checked every page (just to make sure) but it was completely empty. 'Why buy a diary, if you are not going to write anything on it?' Harry wondered. But, considering there was nothing on it, he might as well use it. He wouldn't complain over free stuff, over all.

Harry grabbed a feather, and soaking it in ink, started writing:

My name is Harry Potter. Harry waited for a second, but the words didn't dry, they disappeared. And then, to his astonishment, new words appeared:

Greetings, Harry Potter. My name is Tom Riddle. How did you get my diary?

Harry was speechless. A diary that wrote back to you? Was that even possible? Well, it definitely was, because he had one in front of him. But Harry knew that if he asked why, the most likely answer would be 'Magic.' He had hated that answer ever since rejoining the wizarding world. That was no way to sate a child's curiosity! You are just being lazy!

Harry stopped his rant to decide what he was going to do next:

Someone tried to throw it in the toilet.

A second later, Riddle's answer appeared:

Thankfully, I registered my memories in something more permanent than ink. I always knew there would be people that wouldn't want this diary to be read…

What do you mean? Harry wrote quickly.

What I mean is that this diary contains terrifying facts of our history. Hidden facts, facts that occurred at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

That is where I am. Harry replied. I am currently studying at Hogwarts, and horrible things have been happening for the last few months… What do you know about the opening of the Chamber of Secrets? It has been the talk of the year. Someone is using whatever it contains to attack students. Harry wrote.

The Chamber has been opened again? It was opened in my time as well. One student was unfortunately killed…

The conversation between Harry and Tom lasted several minutes. After some consideration, Tom decided to show Harry what he knew about what happened.

Witnessing someone's memories seemingly inside the memory, was one of the weirdest experiences Harry had been through in his life. But in the end, he exited the memory to find himself absolutely speechless.

At that moment, Ron entered the bedroom, and seeing Harry's agitated state he asked:

"Harry, what's wrong?"

"It was Hagrid, Ron. Hagrid opened the Chamber of Secrets."

One hour later…

Harry, Ron and Hermione had just finished their discussion. They were now torn between their friendship with Hagrid and the proof they had against him. After an investigation on the identity of Tom Riddle, they found he had been a Head Boy who received a special services award.

That award may have been for finding out about Hagrid's secret. But it still made the trio very wary. Hagrid may love 'innocent and harmless' creatures, but he didn't seem to be someone to murder for blood purity. He probably wasn't a parselmouth either.

In the end, they decided to leave it be, unless there was another attack.

23rd of March 1993, Gryffindor common room

It was quite early. The sun had not even risen yet. But Astoria was studying her Transfiguration book, with Asclepius resting on her shoulders. She never thought she was a snake person, but she was glad to be proven wrong. After turning him into his familiar, she had enjoyed his snarky remarks and his 'advice'. Right now though, the book and the snake were both irrelevant, since she was overhearing the Weasley twins, the only other occupants of the common room at the moment.

"Gred, I think we are going to make a killing with this one!" One of them murmured.

"Forge, you are absolutely right. It might be our best bet yet." The other one answered. Astoria had given up trying to recognise them a long time ago, since they seemed to change names every day. Her curiosity peaked, and she wanted to see what they were talking about.

"What are you doing over here?" she asked.

"Nothing you should worry about." Gred? Answered. Astoria looked closer, and she saw an archive named 'Current Bets.'

"Are you running a betting pool or something similar?"

Knowing when they were caught, the twins confirmed her statement. They then gifted her to a free bet of five galleons, in exchange for her secrecy. She would learn afterwards that bets were not allowed until you were a 3rd year student.

"What can I even guess?" she wondered. Last thing she needed was to waste a free chance to win money. Her father had told her so.

"Well…" Forge said. "We have plenty of options: Quidditch (both national and the Inter-House cup), we have the House Cup, and then the personal stuff."

"This is where the real money is made. You can predict everything about relationships: When they start, who is in them, or the break-up dates. Bets about how many times Harrykins will end up in the hospital wing are also allowed…"

Astoria thought about it and came to a decision. "I know exactly what I want. I bet my five galleons on Harry and my sister. During their fourth year."

The twins looked at each other, and both said: "We accept that bet, ickle Torykins."

8th of May 1993, Hogwarts grounds

Harry was once again going down the path towards the Quidditch pitch. Oliver had never stopped training them, not even during the blizzard in December. Thankfully, after being dropped in the lake, he had desisted of his 5 am training schedule.

Harry entered the changing rooms to see that the Weasley twins were almost ready, and the chasers were waiting for him. Harry quickly changed into his Quidditch uniform and they all exited the room together.

Harry searched for Wood, only to find him having a passionate discussion with Professor McGonagall. After several minutes, Wood came back to them, with a depressing look on his face.

"Everyone go back to the changing rooms. There will be no Quidditch today."

"What do you mean?" Angelina asked.

"The Quidditch season as a whole has been cancelled. Due to the continuous attacks on the school, it is no longer deemed safe to celebrate the cup. McGonagall's words, not mine."

After this declaration, the Gryffindor team's mood dropped as a whole. For all of them, it was not just a sport to play for fun, but it was also a way to escape the daily routine and get rid of the stressing school life.

In addition, Harry considered it to be a very stupid decision to take now. Couldn't they have said this a few days before? Everyone was on the stadium already. The security was already a concern now! It would have been safer to warn everyone at the Great Hall!

Despite his rage, Harry was relieved as well. He would have more time to spend with Ron and Hermione. In addition, the less time he had to travel around the castle, the better.

Thanks to CaskettFan15 for your review! I was able to include the explanation for Daphne's present before the chapter was even finished. I would have forgotten about it without you! To everyone else reading, positive criticism is welcome!

I can always alter previous chapters to improve them, and I will do so if something is left without explanation as well!