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CHAPTER 1: DIARY of SECRETS

THE PLACE LOOKED DESERTED AND EMPTY BUT SUDDENLY HE RECOGNIZED THE WALLS IF NOT THE ARRANGEMENT OF THE BOOKSHELVES AND TABLES. It was probably midnight in the library as silence stretched far wide. A little while later, he faintly heard rushing footsteps but he can't see where it was coming from.

He didn't have to wait long when a boy—he recognized as Tom Riddle—appeared out of thin air and that made Harry step back out of surprise, his wand already raised at the boy. Tom didn't even look at him as he shuffled the books on top of the table. Harry laid down his wand, reminding himself that he's in a pensieve.

Harry stared at Riddle, wondering where he had gotten the Invisibility Cloak. It looked brand-new...maybe it was stolen...or borrowed. But Harry went lost in his thoughts when he noticed what Tom was doing.

Tom just busied himself with the worn out books. Harry warily approached the table to see what Tom Riddle is bothering on reading. He has a feeling that it is something that is not going to be good...when has it ever been good anyway?

Harry is a foot away from the table when Tom turned to glare at him. He fought a gasp when he again drew his wand out but Tom straightened his stance and scurried around the freaking boy. So Tom Riddle wasn't glaring at him. But to whoever it was behind him, he sighed and turned to look. Tom was towering a girl, who has her wand ready and pointed at Tom's chest. She has a long dark mahogany hair and chocolate brown eyes, her appearance would have been beautiful if she hadn't had that fierce expression on her face. But it didn't do anything to Tom. He stood there smirking, his wand pointed at the girl's abdomen.

The girl wasn't fooled by his smile. "What are you doing here?" the girl asked Tom, thoroughly suspicious. Then Harry caught sight of the prefect's badge on the girl's robe, but he still wondered what she's doing in the library in this late hour. And Tom is a Prefect as well. He eyed Tom's robes and spotted the Slytherin green snake badge on his chest.

Tom Riddle glared at her as though there is no wand pointed on his heart. "You? What are you doing here?" Tom asked back not bothering to answer her. Shock crossed the girl's when she heard the coldness of his voice. Harry thought back at the other pensieve he had entered and noticed the difference. Tom is always polite around company, that's how he gets what he wants. Harry walked to where the two was standing in a very tense position and then remained silent.

The girl collected herself and replied after a moment. "None of your business," she shot back with the same cold voice. Her face showed no fear now. But it didn't surprise Tom. He stepped towards the girl, making her wand sinking on Tom's robes and his on hers. It didn't even affect either of them as they glared at each other.

This time Tom leaned forward so his lips touch the girl's ear and began to murmur, "Well, mine is not your business as well." He walked back at the abandoned table and resumed reading. She just stood there, staring at Tom showing no emotions apart from shock and irritation. Harry went to stand beside Tom again but there was disturbance on the corridor before he even got a word out of the book.

Harry looked up and noticed that the girl was gone. He looked back at Tom, who was looking around as well, searching for the girl. He gave up his search, pulled out his Invisibility Cloak, covered up then disappeared. Harry didn't know where to go so he followed the noisy footsteps from the corridor.

Harry saw Peeves shooting marbles at the man on one of the portraits. It seemed as if Peeves saw him when he threw a marble heading his direction. It hit Harry but the marble went through him. He heard someone gasp. Confused and wondering, he turned around. There was no one there, but the marble was suspended in the air. Peeves noticed and screamed, "GHOST! GHOST ON THE CORRIDORS! AHH!" He went through the wall and disappeared.

Harry remained awed as he stared at the marble floating in midair. Not later, a head appeared out of nowhere. Harry stepped back in surprise. He had yet to get used to another person having an Invisibility Cloak besides himself.

It was the girl from the library. She dropped the marble and placed her hand on her chest, gasping. "Close one." She closed her eyes and leaned on the wall, calming herself.

"I thought you wouldn't show yourself," an unmistakably familiar voice corrupted the silence from behind. Startled, her eyes flew open, her hands on her mouth, muffling her scream. She glared when she recognized who the person was and resumed calming herself.

It was Tom Riddle smirking while the cloak is hanging over his shoulder making half his upper body invisible. "Shut up, Riddle," the girl said in complete annoyance but with a bit of amusement. "Don't forget I caught you in the library." she reminded him.

"Oh, I know," said Tom. His smirk turns into a devious smile. She didn't like that very much. "But I caught you as well." he said, smiling wickedly at her reaction. She continued to give him an icy stare, which did nothing to Tom but smile wider.

"Fine." She straightened her stance and approached Tom with a thoughtful expression. "I wouldn't say anything if you keep your mouth shut. Deal?" she offered her hand and Tom eyed it carefully, hesitating. Tom just doesn't trust anyone, not even his so-called Death Eaters, thus this mischievous girl couldn't change his belief. Tom thought for it for quite a moment, deliberating...and it meant silence for both of them. Harry was so sure of his assumptions.

Tom spoke when the girl sighed and dropped her hand. "Why should I be making deals with you?" he asked in a serious tone. She glowered at his half-serious, half-amused face then slapped his shoulders repeatedly. He laughed and raised his hands in the air, surrendering. "Alright, alright, it's a deal." He stepped back and offered his hand. She eyed it like he did awhile ago before slowly reaching for Tom's hand. He got impatient and seized her hand abruptly, making her gasp in surprise. Harry didn't expect that and nor did she in that case.

She shook it then said, "You keep getting on my nerves." Then she pulled it away, stepping back at the same time. They stared at each other for an awkward amount of silence before Tom decided to speak.

"But this doesn't mean anything," his tone was playful but a bit strained as he said the lines, making his statement serious. Harry wondered what Tom's internal battle was about but he didn't give it much of a thought at all. He was focused on the girl's expression. She looked as if she wasn't even there, like she was drowning in her own thoughts anywhere away from here. Her empty eyes were a proof to that.

She shook her head when she realized Tom was talking to her. "Of course," she blurted. Tom looked at her with a wondering expression but the girl looked away, blushing. Why is that? Harry thought. There was nothing to blush about, Harry mused.

Then Tom chuckled. That was unnervingly eerie. Why would Tom Riddle chuckle at that? Harry wondered to no end. It was enough to make Harry wonder why the girl is acting so strangely and now Tom Riddle was doing the same. It just tormented him to the worst. These two both have very peculiar personalities. First, they wanted to kill each other than a second later, they form a truce.

As if realizing the rise of dawn, Tom spread his cloak and covered it around his shoulder the rest flowing down his torso and then he said, "See you around." Then he's gone. The girl stood there motionless and stared as to where Tom disappeared. She waited for a couple of minutes before she wrapped her cloak around her form then vanished into thin air.

Then the scene shifted, leaving Harry with more questions rather than answers...

Harry is now in Professor Trelawney's classroom and the class is still ongoing. However, the teacher wasn't Sybil Trelawney. She was young woman whose features are much younger than what Harry would have guessed. She looked like twenty and it made Harry wonder why she wanted to teach in this school. But his thought disappeared like a burst bubble when he noticed she dresses in those pale gloomy colored robes that makes her look like an old haggard woman.

The old-looking Professor is rounding the classroom as the whole class worked on their own.

"Ms. Python, please keep quiet, stop whatever you are doing and get to work," she glared at the blonde girl who was chattering showing her seatmate something inside a box, he noticed as chocolate frogs. One jumped and went loose but nobody noticed since the girl already placed the box below the table. Harry's eyes reverted to the girl with a dark mahogany hair at the other end from where he was standing. He can't see her face so he can't be sure. He slowly made his way at the other end of the room to see if it was the same girl.

The Professor did the same, she approached the girl. "Ms. Swan, do you mind sharing the class what you saw on your glass ball?" she addressed the girl which he finally confirmed as the girl he saw from the library. She looked up and studied her glass more carefully. Her eyes widened a little and looked back at the Professor who's now standing in front of her.

The girl looked at the glass ball once more but the Professor hit the table with her wand. The girl jumped at her seat, completely startled. The whole class went silent, all eyes on the girl as they waited for her to answer. But nothing came out. She just stared at the woman whose patience and temper can be compared to Snape's. "Ms. Swan?" she asked again, but in a demanding tone. The girl swallowed as she looked up at the glaring Professor, determination in her eyes.

"I-I see...a black dog, Professor," her voice was shaking slightly. The whole class gasped and started to whisper to each other. Harry looked dumbfounded for a moment then he thought of Sirius showing up on his glass ball back in time, but the black dog on the girl's glass... she doesn't have a godfather that can turn into a dog right? So it's...But...it couldn't be an omen, could it?

The Professor's eyes were sad as she gaze back at the girl, amused a little. "I know, as I told the class before." she informed with a scornful smile. "I am glad of your bravery and acceptance of your near future, Ms. Swan." She resumed her rounds as she commented the girl. "Ravenclaw earns ten points." The Professor sat back on her desk chair and watched the students do their work silently. Each of them was terrified. They shot a pitying look at the girl then they went back to work again.

The girl's eyes tightened as she heard the last one. She looked away and met Harry's eyes. He knows she can't see him so he just stared right back. He can almost think of what the girl must be thinking. How could she just say that? She can't know if it was for bravery or acceptance why the girl answered. And she's the one who asked the question right?

"I get ten points for admitting I'd die?" she whispered to herself, exasperate. Nobody heard her apart from Harry who examined the glass ball closer. There was a black figure, it looked bear-like but it was crouched and the position made it look more like a dog. He doesn't know if he interpreted it right. But knowing the girl is from Ravenclaw due to her blue eagle badge and made the same assumption about the glass ball, Harry couldn't think of other more reasons of what that bear-like dog could be other than an omen.

The girl, whose name Harry still doesn't know, glared at the Professor, who was now checking her painted finger nails as she waited for the class to finish. A little while later, the class was dismissed. The girl hastily gathered her things and strutted out the door. Harry didn't have to run. He easily matched the girl's small strides. They were weaving through the hallway of students when the girl staggered at a stop.

"Isabella!" a light brown haired girl with overlarge glasses came running at the girl from the library.

He knew her name then.

Isabella Swan, Harry thought, wondering. He somehow had read that on a newspaper, but he can't be sure. The weird part is that Harry was sure it had been on a Muggle newspaper. Harry was disturbed when the light brown haired girl tripped in front of them.

"Are you alright, Angela?" Isabella helped her stand up. Angela nodded and reached for the book that Isabella had picked up from the floor. Nobody seemed to be interested on Angela's tripping stunt. Or were they used to it? The other students scurried away to the Great Hall for lunch.

"Professor Humphrey is so harsh," said Angela, exasperate. Oh, she's the girl beside Isabella in Divination.

"Don't remind me," said Isabella, indifferently.

Angela alone nearly ran as Isabella gracefully made her way around the corridors. Harry kept looking behind to see if Angela is still following as they walked.

Isabella continued walking until they reached the Ravenclaw table. Harry's eyes averted from her and turn to his former table. They were noisy like the others but Harry caught someone staring in their direction. He has emerald bloodshot eyes, pronounce cheek bones, a pointed nose framed by a very proportional face covered by disheveled bronze hair. He was surrounded by simply talkative students, girls trying to claim his attention, but he ignored them.

"Fine," said Isabella, dismissively. Harry missed their discussion when he let his eyes wonder to the Gryffindor table.

"Okay, I'll meet you there later, Bella." Angela stood up and made her way to her next class, waving as she goes. Bella gave her a small smile that quickly disappeared the moment Angela was out of the hall. She didn't talk as she ate, that made lunch uneventful. Harry permitted himself to look around. His eyes fell on Dumbledore, who is currently conversing with a young Professor Slughorn. There were only a few Professors who were present at the moment and it includes Headmaster Armando Dippet.

Harry caught sight of Tom Riddle making his way to the Slytherin table. His eyes were troubled and tired but he smiled at the people who greeted him. It was unnerving to see him like that. Harry is more comfortable knowing that he is not what he seems. But those people do not see that. Again he looked at the High Table and noticed Dumbledore looking at Tom.

However, Tom wasn't aware of him. There were a lot of students staring that it became impossible to notify who is which. Or there might be another reason...Harry followed Tom's sight and rested on the bronze-haired Gryffindor boy, who was glaring back at him. His attention must be allotted to the boy, who Harry thinks is in senior year.

Harry is gathering information about Riddle. Then he deduced that Tom seemed to have a lot of admirers, but there were still a few—very few indeed—who knew or suspected of his true colors: Dumbledore...the bronzed-haired boy...and Bella, though only occasionally. How the latter two knew, he did not know. But hopefully he'd find out sooner.

Bella was one of the last students who stood up and she walked away. Harry didn't know if he should follow since Isabella was heading to the Ravenclaw tower. It is located on the west side of Hogwarts, the staircase leading up to the common room is presumably located on the fifth floor, and is the location of the Ravenclaw common Room and dormitories.

The entrance to the room is at the top of a spiral staircase, and is a door without doorknob or keyhole but a bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle. In order to enter the room, you must answer a question asked by the eagle knocker but if you answer wrong, you must wait for someone who gets it right. Harry had been there before when he was searching for the diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw...and Harry listened for the question that should be answered before they can enter the common room.

"How do you distinguish a vampire from a human?" said the bronze knocker. Harry thought that vampires are hard to tell apart from humans. But he wasn't sure of course.

Bella pondered for a moment then decided to answer. "Well, firstly, vampires have alabaster skin. They're as hard as marble and as pale as sheet. They're virtually impenetrable unless of course you manage tear them to pieces and cast an Incendio spell on the remains. Humans of course would have a harder time disembodying them than witches and wizards. They're also different from humans through their eye color. It's not normal for humans to have either gold or red eyes except when they wear contacts."

The wall slide sideward, slowly revealing the Ravenclaw common room. "You may enter." The knocker replied after the room is in full view. There were three other Ravenclaw present in the common room and they're all in seventh year. This might be their free time. Bella greeted them before climbing up to the girl's dormitory.

Bella went to her bed near the window at the farthest side of the room. She placed her wand on the bedside drawer. Then she just sat there, heaving slow calming deep breathes before rummaging a medium thick black book under her bed. Harry sat beside her, trying to see what's written in the book since it has no cover. Then he realizes it was a diary...her diary.

"It's been a week since I last used you," she whispered to herself as she examines her own handwriting at the cover of the book. Property of Bella Swan. Then written below it is a warning. It's cursed so beware. Bella smiled, probably thinking about what will happen if people dared to read her diary.

There were numerous dates written and there were a lot names mentioned in one recent entry: Angela, Edward, Demetri, Royce, Madam Pomfrey, Siobhan, Maggie, Michael... Emmett, Charlotte, Peter, Irina...then there was Tom. It was a Quidditch game between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Harry was disappointed when he read that Slytherin won, but at least there was a Chaser named Edward in Gryffindor who made at least fifteen points on his own. There was an accident when Gryffindor Seeker, Peter Stronghold, got hit with a bludger. Madam Pomfrey fixing his bones...

Harry shifted his eyes when he caught the name Riddle and read it:

...Then there was Riddle, he was just sitting there silently watching the game as the crowd roared and cheered. But I wonder why he was smiling. Maybe because no one was giving him attention since all eyes were intent at the game or because they were winning. I can't be sure but I know he likes attention but too much irritates him and it doesn't seem that he likes Quidditch at all. I don't even think he's really watching the game.

The next entry was about Edward Masen.

It was the fifth time they lost to Slytherin. Edward Masen is definitely angry for losing this game. He's complaining about not following the plan as I passed them on the corridors the following day...

The last entry was written on February 3, which is about Angela:

Angela tripped again, but this time she fell with me in tow. The students around us started laughing and saying, 'that's what happens when you hang around big-eyed freaks!". I know Angela is clumsy but them saying that my friend is a freak is way below the belt. I was enraged. They should know better than insult a friend of mine.

I was about to handle the situation myself, about to use my prefect privileges. But then he came and talked to them also ordering them that they should leave. I was quiet as I watched them go. Then I realized I was still on the ground when he offered his hand so I can stand. He told me that I should use my position as a prefect on cases like this. That's what he did to make them leave.

Then he apologized for his friends' actions and said he will be the one who make up for it. I accepted the apology with no question. Then he walked away...

Harry didn't know the boy who helped her and her friend since it wasn't mentioned. Bella flipped the diary close when two girls suddenly entered the dormitory, jumping in delight. Harry was frustrated, already knowing that the next entry was about Tom again.

"Bella! Bella! Someone wants to talk to you outside," the first girl squealed. Bella gave her a weird look before she placed the diary under her pillow. She sat on the edge of the bed examining the girl's reaction. She eyed them suspiciously before she spoke.

"Who is it?" she asked. But Harry doubt she'll get an answer to that just yet.

The same girl rushed to Bella's bed jumping and squealing with excitement. She's shaking Bella's shoulder too much that it made Bella shove her off. But that didn't lessen the girl's unexplained enthusiasm. "I thought we were friends! Why, oh why didn't you tell us you were going out with—"

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