The Diary
A/N: What did you think of the first? I had some difficulty writing the ending due to a little black cat of mine named Nightshade wanting attention. I hope you enjoy the next chapter as much as I enjoy writing it. Reviews are appreciated. They help me update more quickly.
Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape, or form own Harry Potter or any of it's characters. Only the plot is mine, but I do not receive any profit or compensation. All rights belong to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter Two:
The Agreement
Harry's new surroundings greeted him with a strange sense of warmth and security. It, to him, felt as if he were in the common room, but looked slightly different than being in the Gryffindor common room. A slight chill hanged in the air and the windows surrounding the room were dark and murky and sounded as if water were lapping at them. The room was decorated with snakes and in silver, green, and black. Harry realized he was in the Slytherin common room. He was looking at the back of someone's head. Like Harry's, their hair was black, but their hair was much neater than his unruly mess. They were seated beside the fireplace as it crackled merrily in a black leather armchair. "Tom?" Harry spoked inquisitively.
The older tall, lean figure stood and turned to face Harry, "Hello Harry," the young man spoked, "Please take a seat," Tom gestured towards the chair facing him in front of the fireplace.
Harry walked cautiously and sat down in the other leather chair. Tom could see some similarities between Harry and himself as he studied his face, "If all goes as planned you won't ever have to return to those muggles," Tom was the first one to speak.
Harry felt very hopeful at the prospect of never returning to his relatives, "What are you Tom?" Harry asked while frowning.
"Do you trust me Harry?" was the first thing Tom asked Harry with a grim expression.
Tom waited patiently for Harry's decision. Slowly, Harry began to nod. "You must promise to never tell a soul what I am about to tell you. It is very serious," Tom replied sharply and abruptly.
"I promise," Harry said immediately.
"Swear on your magic, Harry," Tom demanded.
"Alright," Harry replied, then held up his wand, "I, Harry James Potter, do hereby swear on my magic to never speak of what has been relayed to me by Tom Marvolo Riddle," his wand emanated a flash of silvery light and it was sealed.
Tom looked satisfied with Harry's declaration. "It's a long story, Harry, so I'll start with the basics. And I promise to be honest with you, I've done horrible things," Tom sighed, "I'm a fragment of Soul."
Tom's response caused Harry to look confused. "A what?" he asked while his forehead scrunched up.
"The true term is a horcrux. It's a retainer for a piece of soul after it has detached from the host after committing horrible atrocities such as acts of murder. After committing the deed, the fragment attaches to its vessel like my old diary," Tom responded.
Harry looked horrified for a moment then looked deep in thought as he thought about and processed the information he was just given, "Who did you murder?" he then asked after a moment of silence.
To this Tom looked rather grim, but still stewing from old wound, "My father," Tom spat, "he was a muggle my mother was infatuated with. She fed him a love potion and then she became pregnant with me and they married. She began to think wrongly that he was truly in love with her and stopped giving him the potion doses. He then left her. After giving birth to me she died and left me in an orphanage."
Harry looked at him in understanding. It seemed both of their childhoods were identical. "Were treated wrongly as I have been?" he asked.
Tom frowned, "For a time," he replied, "Until I found out I was able to do wonderous things. The beatings got worse for a time until I began to be able to control my accidental magic spurts."
Harry nodded, "Mine were very similar," he said solemnly, "After I started doing accidental magic the beatings got worst. After the accident at the zoo, I didn't eat for a week."
Tom looked perplexed, "What happened at the zoo?" he enquired.
Harry smirked smugly, "I was talking to a snake when my cousin Dudley pushed me out of the way and the snake tank glass disappear. It escaped, then my cousin got stuck in the tank when the glass reappeared."
Tom was amused by this then frowned, "You're a parslemouth as well?"
Then Harry looked confused, "What's a parslemouth," he asked.
"You can talk to snakes. It's not a particularly common talent," he explained, "During my time at Hogwarts I was the only one with the ability. Only descendants of Salazar Slytherin can do it."
Harry sighed, "Oh bugger," his frown deepened, "Go figure that I would get yet another rare ability."
Tom chuckled, "Don't be so glum about it, Harry. It's a good thing," he said patting Harry's knee.
"I want you to be the one to resurrect me," Tom said suddenly.
Harry looked confused, "How would I go about that?"
Tom sat forward looking into Harry's eyes, "By putting my diary back in the hands of the first year who had me, then I'll do the rest. After I am resurrected, as agreed I'll remove you from the home of those horrible muggles."
"Alright," Harry said, "Who is the first year?"
Tom smirked, "Ginevra Weasley."
Harry bit his lip and looked at Tom, "Will she get hurt?"
Tom sighed, "I'm not going to lie. She'll most likely die."
Hearing this troubled Harry. He frowned as he gnawed on his lower lip nervously. Did he want this on his conscience? Harry decided although he would be ridden with guilt for Ginny losing her life, it was would it for him to get away from the Dursleys. "I'll do it," he declared with finality.
Tom smirked seeing the determination etched on Harry's face. "Glad we're in agreement," he responded.
Harry was ejected from the diary and back in the Gryffindor common room, it appeared as it had been left. Harry saw the neat cursive starting to move across the page of the diary. "After I have been resurrected, I will come looking for you. Tomorrow please place the diary with the girl in whatever way you can."