A/N: We get into mature stuff here a little. This is the FF net version, but that just means I will be taking out the full on sex scenes. It will still have Mature content and earn that M rating I feel.
Chapter 25: About Diaries and Chance Meetings
As the year continued, the first year Gryffindor girls were unsure about their roommate. Ginny started wonderful enough. She was lively and lots of fun to talk to, even though she spent time with that strange girl from Ravenclaw. That didn't stay the case though.
Ginny started to withdraw from the others. She spent a lot of time writing in that diary she had. She even started spending less time with her strange friend from Ravenclaw. Her roommates could understand that at least.
Loony Lovegood was getting a reputation and not a very good one. She talked about the strangest stuff and got defensive if you said anything about the paper everyone learned her father printed. The other first years didn't get it. The Quibbler was a joke. Surely even Luna realized that.
Whatever the case, Ginny seemed to be more and more in a daze lately. She was growing paler as well. The other girls were worried she was coming down with something, but her brother Ron kept saying she was probably just homesick. Her fellow first years had no reason to doubt the family she was closest too, so they left it at that. It wasn't like her grades were slipping or there were other worrying signs. Sometimes she actually had surprisingly advanced answers to questions and assignments and earned their house points.
Ultimately her roommates decided she was just extra giddy at first and trying to come off as outgoing instead of shy. The way she would blush furiously at times, got them to believe she was actually surprisingly shy as a person.
Ginny woke up with a gasp. She blinked a few times and looked around the dark room. "That was a rather intense dream," she thought to herself.
She blushed as she looked down and noticed the less than dry condition of her privates. She heard it was possible for girls, though rare, because usually wet dreams were something only guys supposedly experienced. She also felt a strange ache in her lower region, even with the pleasure she experienced. She didn't get it. There was no reason for it she could remember.
She had been spending more and more time writing Tom lately and she would admit she even dreamed about him a little. He was just so charming and she could tell he was really handsome. He always made her feel so cute and pretty. Even with her freckles! There had been a time or two when she was alone that she… enjoyed herself… while writing to him. But to have such intense dreams? That was unexpected.
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Tom in the diary felt both dirty and a sense of accomplishment. His experiments were proving more and more successful. He wasn't fond of young girls or anything like that. He preferred girls his own age. (It didn't matter they were extremely easy for him, even without magic being involved.) He still took control of the first year girl, who came to possess his diary, and did some less than proper things with her. He had been charming her so she would keep close to the diary and allow it to slowly leech magic from her.
When he started taking control of the girl, he had experimented more and more with her. He didn't like it and felt kind of dirty, but he got her to masturbate in her bed a few times while he controlled her. He would try it another time or two until it was a complete success.
He did not do this because he found her attractive or anything like that. She was just a first year girl. Even if she was in her fifth year, he would only use her for a quick pump and dump at most. He didn't like girls with so many freckles, but he loved the rush of power he experienced when getting girls to do what he wanted sexually.
He even went after girls who weren't very pretty, if they were in an established relationship. Something about girls giving themselves to him when they had a boyfriend or more, gave him a satisfying rush. He also loved blowing his load on them too. He never finished inside a girl. Doing such a thing did have a certain allure to him, but he never came across a girl deserving such an honor. He would not impregnate just any girl.
No, the reason he had this first year girl masturbate in her bed, was a way to test his level of control over her. He needed to make sure he could do whatever he needed and wanted to with her for his plans. That meant he needed total and complete control over her that wouldn't be interrupted. Surprisingly, the best way to test such a level of control was through self-imposed sexual gratification. If he could get her to orgasm from masturbating in her bed at night without waking up or being any the wiser, then he knew he had it.
He was close now. A couple more nights and that would be it. He would then use this slip of a girl, to explore the castle. He needed to learn how it had changed since his years at Hogwarts before creating the diary. He next needed to fine tune his control over the girl and figure out how her body would work. Clumsily controlling her body's movements would not suffice. He needed her to sneak around the castle unnoticed and fulfill the tasks. That required finesse.
He wasn't even sure if he would be able to open the chamber with her as things were. Would the special ability needed transfer through her? In theory it should, but he wasn't one to put faith in untested theories, even if his brilliant mind came up with them. No, a true Slytherin shouldn't take chances like that. He wasn't a foolish naïve Gryffindor. Slytherins were cunning. They didn't tackle things head first or bumble their way through things. They were smarter and better than the others.
Tom really hated how he would need to keep flattering and charming the first year girl for a little bit longer. There was a part of him that wished a fourth of fifth year girl found his diary instead. He would even settle for a third year girl. Then he could at least enjoy this part of his plan more.
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Luna sniffed as she leaned on a wall. She gave a shiver in the cold corridor. Why was Hogwarts filled with so many closed-minded people? Even the older Ravenclaws teased her. She hoped maybe they would entertain her theories for the discussion at least. The worst part was how sneaky they all were about it. There was no way she could go to their head of house about what was happening.
Professor Flitwick was stern about these matters, but required evidence because of how serious he took them. Unfortunately, he was also a Ravenclaw himself and had their usual flaws. He had a tendency to get carried away studying in his office. He even ended up staying the night there many times. His office was different from his living quarters and would require her to sneak through the castle to reach it.
Luna sighed as she looked to the moon out a nearby window. Looking at her namesake did help calm her. It didn't change the fact she was stuck outside of her room in nothing but her used and damp towel though.
Her roommates 'accidentally' locked and sound proofed the door to their room. Her wand was trapped inside, so magic was out of the question. The house elves also seemed extra diligent tonight. They had taken her dirty clothes away to be cleaned immediately, so she didn't even have those to change back into after her shower.
Luna didn't mind being naked and even found it kind of liberating most times, but she didn't like being naked with only a wet towel in a cold corridor. She would air dry eventually, but it would be really bad until then. She wished she knew where the house elves stayed in Hogwarts so she could get their help, but she didn't yet. It was something she planned on figuring out after tonight. She wasn't about to try and sneak around castle in just a wet towel tonight.
Even with the worst roommates ever, things wouldn't be so bad at Hogwarts for her. However, Ginny, her best friend, seemed to be far away in mind and spirit now. The Wrackspurts were really concerned about her too. They would turn a dark almost black purple around Ginny at times. Luna didn't know what that meant, but she figured it was bad. She really needed to learn how to better understand them.
Ginny started to ignore Luna after some time at Hogwarts. Ginny started to ignore pretty much everyone, so Luna didn't take it personally. She also seemed paler as of late. Ginny always had fair skin, but it usually worked well for her with her many freckles. Luna tired many times to tell her friend they were charming and cute, but Ginny would just flustered and drop it. Ginny had never been so pale she was almost sickly in appearance like she was presently.
Whatever was happening with Ginny, she wouldn't say to anyone or go see Madam Pomfrey about it. Her brothers seemed concerned, but their worry wasn't to a level they would force her to do something about it yet. Ron had been saying she was just homesick at first, but even he realized it was something else now. He figured it was just girl problems though. Ronald was never the best when it came to things like that. He was good for the occasional laugh, but that was it.
Luna gave another shiver. Maybe she should find a secret hideaway in case this happened again in the future. She was happy her roommates hadn't 'accidentally' shot a powerful stinging hex at her bum this time. That had been a very uncomfortable day until it wore off. She couldn't even sit on the toilet properly most of that day. Luna didn't want to think what effect a damp towel in a cold corridor would have on her rear in such a case.
She really wished the Wrackspurts would tell her clearly why going to Hogwarts was right for her. She had a chance to go to Beauxbatons. There was no way her father's reputation and paper would follow her to a different country. But the Wrackspurts kept telling her Hogwarts it was.
"Why can't I enjoy The Quibbler like I used to anymore?" she wondered with that thought.
She had spent more time reading it lately without the joy she used to have. Despite what they said about it that first night, her roommates were very keen on taking it from her. She offered to get them copies as well, but they would just laugh at her and kept stealing her copy. They would 'forget' she wasn't finished with it yet and dispose of it properly when they finished. The most she would get from them as an apology was a giggle and a cheeky insincere 'Oops, sorry Loony'.
At least her classes were alright, except Defense Against the Dark Arts. Luna didn't understand how so many girls could like Lockhart. He was kind of handsome, but he always prattled on and on about his awards and all of the praises he got from others over the years. His lessons had already devolved into overly dramatized reenactments of scenes from his books. That really said something given the scenes in his books were fairly dramatized themselves from the start.
The guys seemed to understand this about him, but they didn't see Luna as at least one girl who wasn't crazy. They decided it was even weirder she didn't carry on like the others did. She even kept quiet about the theories her father told her regarding some of the events Lockhart mentioned. Even with such measures, it still seemed people weren't open to talking with her in any truly friendly ways.
Daytime wasn't usually too bad for Luna. First of all, she was properly clothed most of the time during the day. There were a few times her undergarments 'misplaced themselves', or so her roommates claimed. Those days had actually been rather exhilarating for Luna. Usually, when she had her panties and bras on, Luna would just take to wondering the castle and keeping out of everyone's way.
She had actually come to meet and get to know some of the ghosts because of her explorations. That didn't include the Grey Lady, Ravenclaw's house ghost, she didn't really give Luna the time of day. Then again, she didn't give anyone the time of day, not even most of the other castle ghosts.
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"Oh. We're so sorry Loony… We didn't realize you were stuck outside all night," one of the girls said in a poor attempt at an apologetic voice.
She then giggled and added, "Especially since you were naked. It's a good thing you weren't caught. Who knows what could have happened?"
Another girl scoffed. "Even if she was completely naked, I doubt the most perverted of perverts would want anything to do with her. Everyone knows she Loony Lovegood and that doesn't have anything to do with her sexual preferences."
Luna just ignored them as she dressed. Her cheeks were bright red though. She would not be hanging around the common room before curfew today. She was fed up with it all and needed to be away from them. She would start keeping her wand close at all times as well.
Maybe if she tucked it behind her ear, she would always have it and no one would be able to take it from her. If she ever 'accidentally' got locked out again, she could just "Alohomora" the door open. At the very least, she could find a nice abandoned classroom and transfigure the desks into a comfy bed. She would be sure to give it a big warm and fluffy pink comforter and lots of pillows.
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Luna was wandering the halls of Hogwarts. She wasn't fully sure where she was in the castle. She guessed it was near Hufflepuff possibly. She sort of just went with the flow. If she got worried, she would just ask one of the more helpful portraits or maybe a Hogwarts' Ghost how to get back to the entrance hall.
It was fun to wander. She loved it when her father let her travel with him on his journeys, but that wasn't always the case. Sometimes he was too excited and forgot her at home. He would always write an apology and be sure to get her plenty of wonderful and curious souvenirs on his return when that happened. Other times the place he was going was too dangerous for her to come as well.
Earlier this year, he left her home alone for a couple days. He wasn't sure if he would finish his trip in time for her to make it to the train station. He had her stay home alone so she could make it just in case. He wanted her to make it to the train on time, but it was important he followed that lead on the Crumple-Horned Snorkack. It was the most elusive of elusive creatures. If he found it, The Quibbler would get the notoriety it deserved. Finally!
Luckily in the end, he made it back the day before she needed to be at the train station. He got to see his little moon flower off to school after all. It was sad the lead didn't pan out though. He also wished he took her with him. It was a rather lovely trip despite the disappointing end.
Luna was looking at a portrait of an empty room on the wall as she was lost to her musings.
"You're Luna, right?" she heard a voice say from behind her.
She mentally sighed and got ready to defend herself as she turned around. However, she wasn't ready for the Wrackspurts to start buzzing excitedly, or to see such intense green eyes. She quickly realized who it was that called to her. Everyone knew Harry Potter, and that didn't even take into account his whole The-Boy-Who-Lived title. She didn't think he would be one to pick on her. He seemed rather level headed and fair to people.
"Yes. And you're Harry Potter," she said. She was unsure what he wanted and her voice came out a little dream like. It was even worse because she couldn't help focusing on the Wrackspurts zooming around behind him. She didn't realize it gave her the appearance of looking at something just past him.
Harry wondered about her strange look. "I remember you from the Sorting Ceremony," he said to her.
Luna blinked and focused on Harry instead of the Wrackspurts behind him.
"You actually seemed interesting compared to the others," Harry said.
"How so?" Luna asked.
"It was your conversation with the sorting hat," he answered.
A girl then appeared behind him. She had frizzy hair and a light tan. Luna seemed to remember once hearing her name was Hermione. It was a pretty name and stood out in her mind. The Wrackspurts were lazily circling around the girl. Luna felt they were saying she could potentially be important.
"What was it you discussed with the sorting hat?" Harry asked.
"Many things. I even debated if he was the only 'thinking cap' or not. He said he was. I replied he couldn't be considering Ravenclaw's famous Diadem. I pointed out it might be missing, but that didn't mean it was actually gone," Luna said.
"I've heard of that," Hermione suddenly said. Luna looked to her. Hermione felt a little uncomfortable but gave a weak smile as she said, "Sorry. I'm Hermione Granger." The girl's large silver eyes gave her a very different look from others.
Luna's gaze seemed to ease up. "I'm Luna Lovegood," she said.
"I've heard of you…" Hermione started. She stopped herself from saying more. Harry seemed interested in the girl and she didn't want to mention the things she heard about Luna. Saying such things might upset him. Harry hated rumors and such.
"What else did you ask the hat?" Hermione asked trying to cover her slip.
"If there were any unknown secret ancient houses or rooms. He was a bit reluctant to answer, but I think it was because he wasn't fully sure if he could say something or not. I'm not the Headmaster, so he didn't have to say something in answer to such questions. He then challenged me by asking if I knew his name," Luna said.
"Did you?" Hermione asked in genuine interest. She hadn't even thought the hat would have a name.
"Nope. I think it was his clever way of answering my question, but instead I started suggesting names. Hershel isn't it. I think it would be good name for a sorting hat. It seems to have a sense of wisdom, the name Hershel," Luna said with a thoughtful look as she placed a finger on her lips.
"It was when I got to the sixth guess, Jerimiah, he said with such a curious mind and eagerness to ask questions no one else would. I should be in Ravenclaw. I think he was right with his decision, but acted out of worry I would guess his name," Luna said.
"Why would he be worried about that?" Hermione asked.
"Maybe it is a case where learning his name would give you power over him. Names can be powerful," Luna answered in full sincerity.
"That is quiet the conversation. With me, we only discussed the differences between the houses. I really don't get why the other members in your house seemed worried about you talking with the hat. Even in the magical world talking hats are rare," Harry said.
"That could also be an interesting discussion…" Luna started.
Hermione then asked a question. "I'm curious. Why are you here staring at a portrait of an empty room? How did you even end up here?"
"I was looking to see if Vincent the Unseen was really invisible or not. It could be a joke. It could also be he was hiding under an invisibility cloak for the portrait," Luna said.
"How would you know the answer to such a question?" Hermione asked with a frown.
"If it was just a joke then he wouldn't ever appear and there would be a sense of emptiness to the portrait. If he was under an invisibility cloak, you could look carefully enough and see something. Invisibility cloaks don't really turn you completely invisible. Well most don't. There is that one from the fables…" Luna said as she tapped her cheek with a finger in thought.
After a moment, she spoke again. "You see. Most invisibility cloaks only reflect the light around them. If you look closely enough you can see it shimmer in the light. Of course, most people using such an item don't have a tendency to stick around. They usually want to keep from being found and so they keep on the go. Obviously, this makes it almost impossible to see such a shimmering," Luna said.
Hermione found that interesting. She wondered if there might be a way to check such things without staring closely at a corner of a room and getting lucky. It could be there was a muggle method, wizards usually overlooked, that would do the trick. She then blinked and said, "That doesn't explain how you got here,"
"I walked. Where am I exactly anyways?" Luna asked as she looked around curiously. It was almost as if she just now realized there were walls in the corridor around her.
"You're actually between Hufflepuff and the Entrance Hall," Harry answered.
"We aren't supposed to tell people where our house is," Hermione said with a frown.
"I didn't tell her. Just said she was between Hufflepuff and the hall," Harry countered.
"He is right. There could be several floors below me I would need to walk through to get to your house. It's also possible you two came through one of the many secret passageways before entering this hall on the way from Hufflepuff. It could even be the secret passage actually takes you several floors up. Or maybe to a pocket dimension first!" Luna said bouncing on her feet a little. She was getting excited with her guesses.
There were so many possibilities! She doubted it would just be around the corner of the hallway they just turned. That was possible and maybe the most likely, but it wasn't any fun to think of that as the answer. Magic should be fun and not too practical all of the time. She thought it would be really cool if each house was actually in a different pocket dimension and Hogwarts served as the anchor to the real dimension and school for them all.
"I see…" Hermione said with a frown. She wasn't sure about this Luna girl. She didn't seem that bad, but she was odd. A little too head-in-the-clouds with an over active imagination for her liking, but not really a bad person. "We should get going, Harry. We're holding the others up," she reminded him.
Harry nodded. "When you decide if Vincent the Unseen is real or not, go down this way and turn left at the second corridor. That will take you back close to the Entrance Hall. Nice meeting you, Luna," Harry said and pointed in the right direction before he left with Hermione. She only gave Luna a polite wave in farewell though.
"Thanks! Nice to meet you too, Harry," Luna said. She was actually really happy by this chance encounter. Maybe the Wrackspurts were telling her they could become good friends with their behavior and that was why she was supposed to be at Hogwarts. She would like that. Ginny was far away and Luna had hoped to make some friends at Hogwarts. Friends were nice.
Luna stared back at the portrait on the wall once again. She focused and suddenly grinned. "You transfigured yourself into a flower pot! That's amazing!" she said to it.
A flower pot in the painting wiggled and spun. A few seconds later a rather handsome and elder gentleman gave her a smile. "Very astute. Not exactly correct," he said.
Luna nodded in thought. "You glamored yourself as a flower pot," she supplied.
"That's the right of it. Glamors are usually only detected if you are looking for them. Witches and Wizards instinctively look for them if they are talking to someone long enough. They als only believe the spell would be used on their face or hair. No one thinks to use such magic to disguise themselves as an inanimate object though," Vincent said with a smile.
"That's really wise and cunning," Luna said impressed.
"Well. I was in Ravenclaw, but realized that didn't mean you couldn't learn from the other houses' preferred qualities. Too many people try to fit the stereotype of their house, so to speak. How did you figure it out?" he then asked her.
Luna grinned. "It was hard to see, but the shadows were just off a little too much," she said.
Vincent held his chin in thought. He nodded. "I'll keep that in mind. Sadly, I doubt I'll ever be able to trick you again," he said with a small smile.
Luna continued to grin. "Thus, are the limits of a portrait. Change something around too much and it will stick out. I've got the background memorized. I would notice if there was anything amiss next time I looked at it," she said.
"In most cases, small changes work. I actually sometimes get a kick of purposefully changing something just a little bit. It's funny when returning students stare at the painting. I can tell they think something is off, but can't place it. They eventually give up and jot it down to their eyes playing tricks on them or some other trick of the light," he said.
Luna gave a giggle. "I should get going now. It was nice seeing you, Vincent the Unseen," she said with a laugh.
Vincent shook his head in amusement before turning back into a flower pot. This time he made sure the shadows were just right.
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Tom from the Diary was extra pleased with the results of his experiments. They were a complete success. He would no longer have to do such inappropriate things with the first year slip of a girl. He had to do some rather unsavory tests just to be sure he had the control he needed.
Since he didn't even have Imperius as an option yet, Tom needed to have passive control over her. That would allow her to mostly remain under his influence and no one, especially his damnable Transfiguration Professor, who somehow gained position of Headmaster, would notice something completely off about her.
If he exuded full control over her at all times, it would be noticed and unnecessarily draining on him. If he left her alone apart from when he fully controlled her, she might eventually gain enough independence and willpower to break his grasp. Worse than that, she might remember all she did under his power and tell others.
He had to do some bizarre tests to figure this out though. It was mostly because he was overly thorough in experiments. One such experiment was to have her go a couple of days without proper hygiene. He wanted to see if the constant uncomfortable feeling of grime and dried sweat would break her out of the spell. It was surprising what factors could break such control. Once that one was a success, he never did such a thing again. If anything, she probably took better care of herself than usual after those experiments.
The final test was to have her go around without undergarments. He wanted to see if his passive hold over her would withstand sudden intense stimuli. He couldn't really have her poking herself with a quill to test it without drawing attention, so this method worked instead. It was actually surprisingly effective as well. Not much actually compared to the intensity of a sudden exhilarating breeze on one's uncovered privates.
He concluded that test was a success in an unexpected manner.
One day Ginny was walking the halls with that annoying camera toting mudblood boy. Tom vowed that annoyance would be the first human victim. While they were walking the hall, they came across a stairwell Peevees had chosen for some mischief. The poltergeist was occupying a nearby suit of armor. Whenever students came that way, he would do something to the stairs. It ranged from causing them to turn into a slide or becoming sticky to simply being excessively breezy.
Ginny walked up first and Peevees sent a force of wind strong enough to knock her forward. She stumbled and her robes lifted above her head and exposed her. She was there on the stairs with her uncovered asshole and pussy on display for that camera mudblood. The boy was too shocked to take a picture, as he usually did by instinct.
Tom was pleased by this event, because it proved his passive control over her didn't break. She didn't even blush and just stayed in that position. Tom took full control and had her stand up and turn around. He then used her to cast a series of spells which caused Colin and Peevees to forget the details of what happened. It would seem strange and garner unwanted attention if it got around Ginny went without undergarments, especially if she didn't act embarrassed when exposed to someone.
Tom Riddle was further impressed during that encounter how easy it was to bend her magic and cast advanced spells through her. This was promising for his future plans.
The diary's inhabitant made sure there weren't blank spots in their memories of the event. Instead, he had them believe Ginny blushed and shot a spell at the suit of armor to chase off Peevees before warning Colin to forget almost seeing her panties. Colin merely gulped and nodded enthusiastically before running away, glad he hadn't accidentally taken a picture.
This was still a full success and meant he was finished with uncomfortable tests. Though he did find some amusement in the thoughts of Ginny somehow surviving it all. She would be little better than a thrall to him if such a thing happened, even if only he knew this.
He thought it would be entertaining to have the precious daughter of the Weasleys, whore herself out to anyone for a knut starting at the end of her first year. It would serve the foolish muggle loving bloodtraitor family right if their daughter gained such a reputation and it was more than just a rumor.
What mattered most currently was he could now passively control Ginny without notice from others. He did still have to take full control of her when it came to speaking Slytherin's Noble Tongue. You couldn't just hiss at the opening and it would work, even if you somehow knew the right pattern years later after hearing it just once. No. Parseltongue required more than just the sounds and motions of the mouth. It required the right magic as well, which was instinctive for speakers.
Any thoughts otherwise were something of pure fiction and at best be what less superior people called an ass pull. It would probably be written by an author as an attempt to have a character shine and give their forced love interest a chance to gush about them. It would be a poor attempt to show how the two 'really belonged together' despite seeming to usually hate each other. Such a notion was just plain silly.
The chamber would have been discovered by accident long ago, if it was that easy to open. Probably by someone drunk who thought it funny to make hissing noises at the sink with the snake engraving. There's no way Salazar Slytherin would let such a thing happen. He was, in Tom's mind, the greatest of the founders.
"Now I just need to learn the castle's changes fully," Tom thought as Ginny went about her business as usual. Halloween was coming up. From what Ginny wrote, that was the day everyone celebrated his older self's defeat. It would be the perfect chance to announce his inevitable return. He would strike fear in the mudbloods and those who sympathized with them.
More than anything though, Tom Riddle looked forward to how Dumbledore the Annoying responded to the Chamber reopening after all of these years. He couldn't wait for the Headmaster to twist himself in knots trying to figure out how it happened and who was responsible.
Yes. Halloween would be so much fun. This year would be so much fun... for him.